by Lia Slater
lying there and allowing her to run that washcloth over his body.
“You mean the wounds your men caused?” His sapphire eyes gleamed as a wicked
smile twitched at his lips. “They told me I would be your slave.” He moved against her
body, pressing his cock into the valley between her thighs. “I’m no one’s slave, my
Queen.”
“Then you choose death? Those are your two choices.” Her voice came out as a
whisper, making her threat useless. Her body shook with anger, fear and curious desire
all at once. She’d never responded to a man like this before. Equal parts of her brain
wanted to kick him and taste his tongue in her mouth. Feel his shaft slide deep inside of
her or scream bloody murder as she fled from the room.
His solid cock wedged harder against her thigh and she swallowed. “Where are your protectors now?” He dropped his mouth to her ear and his hot breath rushed against her cheek, prickling her skin. “Are they so foolish, to leave their fragile Queen alone with a monster?”
“It was my choice to be alone with you.” She kept her voice soft, a small attempt to show him how being her WereSlave wouldn’t be such an agonizing task. She could be an enticing partner even if she was his master. If he found her attractive, that was. “What would you do with me?” she dared ask.
A husky chuckle rumbled into her ear. “You’ve imprisoned my pack and reduced us to dogs. I should throttle your thin neck until you’re breathless.”
“If I so much as let out a yelp your pack will be put to immediate death by decapitation.” The only way they could die besides starvation and dehydration.
“Damn you,” he growled. “Damn all of you.”
“I don’t wish you to die, Mace.” She used his name to soothe him but it felt odd leaving her lips. As if she’d said it a million times before. “I only wish your company.” Slowly she caressed his calf with her foot, gently running it along the solid muscle.
The first time wouldn’t be so bad. Oddly enough, she wanted him. A Were. The same sort of creature who’d made her life a living nightmare. But she wanted him because he was hers. No matter that he was on top of her, pinning her down, she had the power. She was in control of his destiny, not the other way around.
He lifted off her and looked down with narrowed eyes. “My company? You wish…” Realization dawned on his face.
So he wasn’t an imbecile. No, he wasn’t that at all.
Chapter Two
Mace ground his teeth, loathing that his body responded to the way she slid her soft, delicate foot up and down his leg, how her thighs moved to spread for him. How he felt her heat even through her extravagant, golden silk dress. His cock stiffened as he lay naked on top of her lush body. She stared up at him with her sensual eyes, while her pink tongue slid over her full lips.
The Queen of Paqualette was asking for trouble.
If she hadn’t reminded him of someone dear from his past, he’d have killed her by now. Left her dead and rescued his pack, or tried to anyway. But she looked so much like Elizabeth. He stared into the same green eyes and watched the same sumptuous lips part as she exhaled a sweet breath.
His body reacted with a burning desire.
What was the catch? He knew nothing of this country, of their culture. His pack had been passing through, looking for a place to call home, a place where they weren’t feared or hated by humans or Vamps.
Then they’d been ambushed, captured in the light of the day and imprisoned like rabid dogs. What had they fought for during the Great Were War if they were still to be treated this way?
The mere thought enraged him. The woman underneath him seemed both intelligent and naïve. Both fragile and imperial. And she looked so much like the wife he’d had when he was full human a lifetime ago.
Elizabeth.
But this woman wielded power enough to ruin his entire pack with the nod of her head.
“Mace?” She pressed her sweet lips to his. “I want you. Do you want me?” Air gushed from his lungs. She didn’t know what she was asking.
His body tensed as his defiant cock throbbed. Yes, he wanted her. He’d wanted her the moment she’d walked into the dungeon. Her petite body with abundant breasts that nearly spilled out of her dress. Wild blonde ringlets of hair that fell over her shoulders. Large green eyes perfect for seducing. Rosy lips that bowed, pouted and begged to be nibbled.
So much like his late wife, but not her at all. No, this woman didn’t deserve his respect. She didn’t deserve his gentle touch.
What she deserved was to be fucked.
* * * * *
Nayla waited anxiously, attempting to smooth her ragged breathing. She wasn’t sure what to expect next as he lay stiffly against her. She’d think she disgusted him if she hadn’t felt his weighty erection pushing between her thighs.
Relief flooded her when he finally released her wrists. His chains rattled as he sat up and straddled her. She eyed his shaft, which stood high and proud, arching toward his rippled stomach. It was as impressive as the rest of his lean, muscled body. Long, thick and beautiful. Her fingers itched to touch him. Her mouth yearned to taste him.
Yes. He was hers. She’d chosen well.
But she drew in a calming breath and allowed her WereSlave to make the first move.
His gaze drifted over her body for what felt like a century, from her lips to her eyes to her chest then back up to her lips. Would he kiss her? Did he desire her enough to give her that?
Slowly, he edged his rough hands over her shoulders and down to cup her sensitive breasts.
“Oh,” she said with a breath. She was no virgin. She’d had a casual lover before she’d been chosen to be the next Queen, but it had been over four years since a man had touched her this way.
Mace massaged her through her dress, capturing her breasts with his large hands. She arched into his firm grasp and watched him as his gaze roamed over her body. Her tingling breasts swelled at his attention. Her aching nipples beaded as the coarse graze of his thumbs swept against the thin silk.
God, it all felt so good. So right. And she hoped he wouldn’t come to his senses any time soon.
“Let’s get rid of this, shall we?” he said, huskily. He grabbed the V of her bodice and ripped it down the middle, exposing her gauzy, see-through underdress.
He was a powerful man, there was no doubt. She held back a gasp, not wanting to show any protest. This was what she’d wanted, wasn’t it? To have a man yearning for her.
It was so easy to pretend he was a man rather than Were as he ran his hands over her body. As he gazed down at her with longing. Adoration. Affection.
Her heart fluttered.
Oh, Lord, where was her head? To think she was allowing herself to imagine anything other than animalistic lust.
But this was nothing like her awful memories of the Were from her youth.
She had the power this time, she reminded herself. And, she had to admit, there was nothing vile about Mace Quinton. No, he was a beautiful sight, every inch of him.
To hell with her dress or any other material possession that stood in their way.
He easily ripped the underdress open, exposing her bare breasts. Cold air met her feverish skin, cooling her only for a moment. She met his gaze again and saw that apprehension lurked in his eyes, as if he expected an objection to what he’d done to her dress.
He wouldn’t get one.
Her heart sped and her pussy ached for more. For his hands all over her. For his hardened cock inside of her.
His gorgeous lips turned up to a smirk as he grabbed her upper arms and lifted her to his body to press her against his chest. The useless chains had so much slack there wasn’t much of a point to them. Not here on this bed.
The danger of it thrilled her. God, what was wrong with her? She didn’t know. This was insane. He was an animal and could kill her with his bare hands. Yet, the possibility that unbound ple
asure was near forced her to silence.
He lowered his mouth to her neck, just below her jaw, and kissed her ever so softly before whispering, “Now you’re at my mercy, my Queen.”
She gulped down the fear rising inside her throat as he used the torn dress as a tool to confine her arms behind her back, twisting the cloth with her arms still tight in their sleeves.
“Wait.” Her mind blurred and her body hummed. This wasn’t what she had planned. To be controlled? To lose her power?
No.
“Why should I wait?” His voice was deep and sensual, soothing her.
“I…I don’t know. I’m not sure I want to be tied.”
With gentleness unbecoming a monster, he turned her onto her stomach. Her entire body shook with need as he propped up her bottom and nudged himself between her thighs.
“You want to play slave and master?” His deep voice seemed a mile away as he ground out the words. “Then I will be the master.”
She wanted to tell him that she was the Queen. She’d worked too hard to gain the respect she deserved and to be called a slave by her property was both humiliating and…
And freeing. Liberating. This time alone with Mace could be just what she needed to break away from all
her responsibilities. She didn’t have to put up her protective wall to show everyone that she was strong and able to run an entire country without fail.
No, here she could be anyone, any fantasy. She breathed out a sigh of relief, a mountain of tension rolling off her body.
If she could just keep thinking of him as a man, rather than a Were. She could imagine him as her lover, as her husband. Someone who didn’t turn into a vicious beast with the moon’s light. Normal. No, better than normal. The man was magnificent.
She felt his hands on her back, warm and confident as they glided over her skin, touching her as if she weren’t his enemy. They settled on her hips and pulled her close enough for her to feel his erection against her backside.
His calloused hand reached through her thighs, skimmed across her quivering stomach and then cupped her mound. He murmured something in a language she didn’t recognize. The drawling dialect was honeyed and sensuous.
“What are you saying?” She spread her legs a little farther and tilted her bottom higher, waiting for more.
“I said I’m going to fuck your pretty pussy.”
Her thighs trembled at the sound of his heated voice and bold words. “What…what language is that? I’ve never heard of it.”
“It’s the dialect of the Weres. You don’t need to know any more.”
Before she could respond he slid a long finger inside her wet pussy, making her gasp. Her tight slick walls spasmed around the welcome invasion. It had been so long since someone had touched her there. Her body ached for release, for a sweet orgasm to take hold of her and thrust her into oblivion. She longed to feel that ecstasy and to forget her worries, if only for a moment. She clenched down and arched up farther, wanting so much more from him.
“Have me, Mace. Have my body.” He slid his finger in and out, loosening her, while his thumb rubbed against the
sensitive skin above her pussy, just below her anus. She pressed her forehead against the mattress and reveled in the tingling sensation building up. She listened to his uneven breathing and the sound of his finger dipping into her slick juices and she knew she wasn’t the only one enjoying this.
It was working. Mace would be her lover. He would be tamed.
He inserted a second finger and she released a pent-up moan. He eased them into the depths of her tight, aching pussy and then out again. His fingers were slick with her juices as he ran them over her sensitive clit, circled, then drove back into her heat. A full sweeping, all-possessing movement that made her shudder with need. Then he drew them out to slide them up over her sensitive anus and then back into her again.
With his other hand, he held her waist, keeping her steady. In his grasp, she felt secure, yet her better judgment told her he could kill her in an instant if he so chose. If he wanted, he could make the sex hurt.
But this was her WereSlave. This was her lover. She had the power. And Mace’s touch so far told her she was in safe hands. Gloriously safe, warm hands. With long, lean fingers that worked her most sensitive area.
“More, Mace. I want more,” she said just as heat thundered through her, eliminating her every worry. She bit into her lip as the sensation coursed from her womb to her thighs, to the tips of her toes.
Swirling. Warming. Tingling. Burning. Aching.
“Yes. Oh, God, Mace!” Her body spasmed uncontrollably as the orgasm jolted her body. Mindlessly thrilled, she collapsed to her belly, reeling in the aftershocks.
God have mercy, where had that come from? Who knew all that was built up inside her? She breathed in heavy breaths. The room was silent for several minutes as she lay there, gathering her wits.
“Did that satisfy you, slave?” He lightly swatted her bottom. “Or do you have a name I can call you besides Queen?”
Her heartbeat calmed and reason returned. So he wasn’t quite as tame as she wanted. Not yet. “In bed you may call me Nayla. Amongst others you must call me Queen.” She peered up at him from the corner of her eye, now disliking that she was in such a vulnerable position.
He grinned. “Nayla, after I finish fucking you, I don’t plan to call you anything at all.”
How dare he? She dug her fingers into her palms, wishing she could free herself. Enough with the games. The fabric of her ruined dress was bound so tightly she could barely move her wrists. “Free me now. We’ve had our fun.”
* * * * *
Mace didn’t intend to untie her anytime soon. He knew he was asking for a speedy and certain death for himself and his pack, but what other chance would he have to pay back the woman who held them all captive?
Her rounded bottom begged to be palmed, squeezed and spanked. Hard. He gave in to his desires and took one cheek into each hand, molding her creamy flesh in his grasp and parting them to take in the glorious view. Her tight little anus puckered and her beautiful rosy folds swelled before his eyes. He breathed in deeply, inhaling the tangy natural scent of the juices that still flowed from her pussy. Her cum. His animal senses called out to him, begging him to explore. How would a Queen taste?
How would Nayla taste?
Not to be denied, he dipped his head and licked a path over her velvety pussy. So soft, warm and the musk rich taste didn’t disappoint. He licked her again and then inserted his tongue inside her clenching passage. Mmm, she was a succulent creature.
Her body quivered as she sobbed, “Mace. Please.”
He kissed her bottom before speaking. “Tell me you don’t want my cock inside of you and I’ll release you.” Hell, he had no intention to do any such thing, but he was curious to hear her answer.
She kept silent, but stared up at him from the corner of her eyes. Seductive, dark green eyes that held a thousand stories.
None that he cared to know, he reminded himself.
“Well?” He gripped her hips and propped her luscious ass against his swollen cock. He slid it against her wet clitoris, teasing her. “If you want me, then I shall do my best to give you my all.”
“I’d like to be untied,” she whispered. “I’d like to be able to touch you.” Her last words were a low mumble; he expected she hadn’t wanted him to hear them. Did she not know Weres had excellent hearing? Did she know anything about them?
What a naïve thing she was. She’d put herself at her captive’s mercy. She must be lonely and desperate to handpick a strange Were from her filthy dungeon and take him as her lover. But why? She was stunning and pampered, from her soft hair and skin to her painted toes. Why didn’t the Queen have a slew of men to choose from?
He almost felt bad for her. He almost wanted to free her to save her some humiliation.
But no.
He prodded her tight pussy, only allowing the head of his cock to enter her. She was slick a
nd welcoming, hugging and luring him in. His cock throbbed and begged for release. But he resisted. Here, he would wait until she pleaded for more.
She whimpered and nuzzled her forehead into the mattress. If she told him no, he wouldn’t persist. He wasn’t a savage, regardless of what they thought. During the light of the day, he was as human as the next.
He was a man. A man who had been tempted to the point of no return by this woman.
Her tattered breathing and whimpering almost did him in. Why did she fight it? Did it bother her so much that she wasn’t in control, that her slave was her master?
Her hands were fisted at her back, white from clenching tight. Perspiration soaked her blonde ringlets, pressing them to her rosy cheeks. “Fine.” She peeked up at him again. “Continue, if you must.”
“You’re acting as if this was my idea, Nayla.” He grinned at her and inched a little farther into her wet heat. “Are you second-guessing yourself?”
She let out an earthy moan and clenched down on his pulsating erection. He gulped and steadied his urge to fill her with his seed. “Are you?” He forced out with a growl.
“No, damn you.” Her voice shook. “I said I wanted you and I stand by my word.” Mace couldn’t help but chuckle at her defensive behavior. It told him more than words could.
“Nothing is funny.” She glared up at him. “I don’t appreciate your teasing. You can see how much I want you. My body shakes from it. Do you wish to wait until my hands are numb from this damn restraint?”
“Why not? The chains that shackle me bite against my wrists and ankles. The blisters can’t heal as fast as they form.” So he was exaggerating some. Teasing this woman seemed to come as second nature. It couldn’t be contained, he thought, biting back a smile.
“Oh. I didn’t realize.” Her eyes softened and she began to sit up.
“Wait.” He held her still. Damn his selfish desires, but he didn’t want this to end until they were both satisfied. He’d had many women since his wife, at times more than one or two at a time. Were women were insatiable at times and when his pack celebrated the full moon, an orgy transpired, allowing them to enjoy each others’ bodies as wolf or as man.