Fear the Heart (Werelock Evolution Book 2)

by Hettie Ivers

  His mouth descended to my inner thigh, licking up the trail of fluids forced out by his penetrating digits, despite the insistent pressure I was exerting in an attempt to guide him to my screaming center as my fingers clawed into his scalp.

  He smiled innocently up at me as he latched onto the flesh of my thigh, so close to where I desperately wanted him, and bit down. I hissed and swore at the initial sting as he proceeded to suck it better—sucking hard enough to leave a mark on my skin. He was trying to kill me.

  “Stop teasing me!”

  “I need to tend to your wolf, baby. You have to let her out.” Definitely no longer a request.

  “Fine! Please, please just shut up and fucking put your mouth where I need it, already.”

  His eyes sparked with delight at my ill-mannered outcry. “Anything you say, princess.” His lips puckered and blew softly over me, setting off waves of internal convulsions that milked his pumping fingers.

  I hollered to the treetops when the tip of his teasing tongue finally made contact where I wanted it most, pressing firmly down and holding. My body twitched and shuddered as if it’d been tasered, my hips jerking within his immovable grasp.

  And I screamed to the heavens when I felt his teeth scrape lightly over my electrified clit, violently igniting my long-awaited release as thousands of sensory nerve endings exploded, flooding my system with pleasure.

  There was no drawn-out descent over the cliffside for me this time, but a complete bursting apart from the inside as my orgasm seized me—white heat scorching through me as my inner muscles pulsed and contracted. At a point it felt so good that it hurt, stirring a place deep inside of me that I’d never had an awareness of before.

  I tried to twist and pull away from Alex’s mouth when his lips gently but insistently latched on, soothing and suckling my now overly sensitive bundle of nerves. My voice was hoarse from screaming as I cried for his unyielding lips to stop, and then not to stop, as I was ensnared in the spasms of yet another wave of release.

  I begged him to go slower, then barked at him to go faster. Softer. Then harder. Thankfully, Alex largely ignored my conflicting, random instruction as he delivered me to orgasm again and again, until my mind was virtually blown and my body completely spent.

  I almost sobbed when my muscles began to tremble with renewed expectation for the fourth consecutive time, my womb tightening into another knot of unbearable, pleasurable tension.

  Alex’s mouth relented long enough to urge me to let go and let it happen just once more, pleading with me to relax and allow my she-wolf to take her satisfaction. He promised me I would feel so much better, that my heat cycle needs would be fulfilled sooner, if I let loose my hold over my wolf and let her have her turn.

  Even in my daze of euphoria I realized he was right. I was exhausted, but she still needed this. I could feel it. She wasn’t yet satisfied.

  She wanted no walls. No restraint. She relished in the intimacy that petrified me. She wanted all of Alex.

  “Let go, baby. It’s okay, I won’t let you lose yourself.”

  I did. I let go and took a backseat to my she-wolf’s desires. And in a blur of limbs and shifting equilibrium I found myself on top of Alex moments later, straddling his waist, utterly confused from my presently inferior vantage point within myself as to how I’d even managed to overpower him like that.

  He didn’t seem upset by it though. Rather, he was beaming from ear to ear, his glowing, feral eyes gazing favorably up at me as a deep growl of contentment rumbled up from his chest. “There’s my girl.”

  And then he did the unthinkable. He tilted his head to the side, baring his throat to my excited she-wolf in an offer of submission.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Every muscle in my body tensed as I fought the overwhelming urge to lunge for Alex’s throat. I realized my inner animal was too far out of her cage already for me to fully rein her in and resume control. My effort only managed to stall her.

  Frozen in place, through a fog of opposing emotions, I watched as Alex idly sucked his fingers into his mouth and licked them clean. The heady aroma of his saliva mixing with the fluid of my arousal wafted up to me.

  My vision seemed to change then, my eyesight in the darkness growing sharper even as the colors I was viewing became more muted before subsequently streaming through with superior clarity as well. My eyes feasted on the movement of Alex’s jaw as he sucked his fingers, upon the straining tendons in his neck as he swallowed.

  Faintly it registered that my eyes must have shifted. But I was otherwise too enthralled to care, as I became gripped by an overriding drive to taste him—to sink my teeth into his flesh, absorb his scent into my system and mark him with my own. And perhaps to taste him … elsewhere …

  Alex was growling, deep in his chest, producing a vibration against my drooling center straddled atop his rigid abdominals that was almost, but not quite, enough to trigger another climax, leaving me feeling tightly strung as I teetered close to the edge.

  Just when I thought the urge to attack and devour him couldn’t get any more intense, his eyes locked with mine, flecks of black and brown bleeding through to claim the golden irises. A smile of supreme satisfaction curved his moist lips as he stretched big, muscled arms above his head to rest atop the bedding.

  “Mm-mmm-mm. I surrender, baby. Do your worst,” he invited. “I’m sure I deserve it.”

  I heard myself whimper, felt my mouth water. A dull ache pulsed through my gums just before I felt my upper canines elongating.

  “That’s it, beautiful,” Alex groaned and licked his lips, clearly pleased and excited by the sight of my emerging predator. His hips shifted beneath me, and I felt the smooth, blunt tip of his hard, hot heat briefly press against the cleft of my ass before he modified his positioning. I was going to explode.

  Mine, my wolf chanted inside my head. Mine. Mine. Mine! Meanwhile, my human self choked out strange, desperate noises, unable to grasp the wherewithal to speak.

  Shit, I couldn’t speak? Panic tore through my smaller, human perspective.

  “Easy, sweetheart. S’okay … you’re okay. You’re in control.”

  I couldn’t help but wonder which one of us he was talking to—my she-wolf or me? My body trembled with the effort to hold her at bay as I ran my tongue experimentally over my new, slightly longer, sharper teeth.

  “Don’t fight it. Let her go, Milena. I won’t let anything bad happen. Promise.”

  I shook my head as incessant whimpers that sounded half-animal, half-human, filled the forest air. The throbbing in my core was painful.

  Alex’s brow creased. “C’mere.” His pelvis jerked, hips lifting off the ground to send me toppling forward over him. The increased skin on skin contact, and in particular the sensation of my erect nipples pressing and rubbing against his hard, warm chest, did little to ease the agonizing discomfort of my arousal. My nails dug grooves into his shoulders.

  He took my face in his hands, leaning up to kiss my nose as his thumbs brushed across my sealed lips. “Let me see, baby?” He pried my upper lip back to reveal my new canines.

  “Mm … pretty.” He ran his thumbs over the sharp points. “This what has you so panicked?”

  I nodded. That, and the fact I couldn’t talk. Not to mention, I wanted to make a meal out of him.

  His fingers threaded through my hair, massaging my scalp. “You’d like to bite me with those, wouldn’t you, lover?”

  I nodded again, my eyelids growing heavy as his other hand trailed over my shoulder to dance back and forth along my spine, eliciting tingles that spread over my skin and reverberated all the way to my heart.

  No longer whimpering, I didn’t even recognize the new sound I was emitting as I began brazenly rubbing myself against him.

  “You have permission to bite me as hard and as much as you want. You won’t harm me, and it won’t leave a mark, because you’re not fully changed. It’s perfectly safe.” His voice was husky, thick with a level of need that may
have even eclipsed my own.

  “I want you to bite me,” he tempted, the corner of his mouth kicking up as he drew back to meet my hooded eyes. “You have no idea how fucking much.”

  A strangled noise lodged in my throat. It was barbaric to bite someone. Especially with the set of teeth I presently possessed. I wasn’t ready to be an animal.

  “I know you’re hurting. Believe me, I know.” He chuckled softly and without a trace of humor. “I’ve sustained an erection for two straight days since you went into heat. I also understand that you’re scared. But you’re prolonging your own pain now and making things worse. You’re choking yourself. You can’t access your voice because you’ve got your she-wolf in a stranglehold. You have to relax and let her go, okay?”

  His words made strange sense. But I stubbornly shook my head, not wanting to heed them. I refused to bite him.

  Was that his disappointment I scented?

  Exhaling a heavy sigh, his nose traced the shell of my ear as soothing fingertips wandered down the length of my spine. This time his fingers didn’t follow the same path back up my spine as they had before. They continued lower to cup the swell of my ass.

  Molten heat flooded my center as he squeezed and rolled my bare flesh in his hand, simultaneously grinding me against him. My insides clenched and proceeded to soak his hard, naked torso wedged between my spread limbs.

  But as a renewed desire to attack his throat overwhelmed me, I pushed against his chest. He was not making this any easier! And I couldn’t even speak to tell him what an asshole he was being.

  To my shock, his hand raised and lowered back down onto the underside of my left ass cheek with a resounding thwack! I yelped at the sharp sting, my head jerking up to glare at him. He relinquished his other hand’s grip on the hair at my scalp as I reared back.

  Expecting to encounter some sort of mocking grin on his face, I was taken aback to find his lips set in a firm line, his features hard and unyielding—as if he were the one who had a right to be angry.

  “As your Alpha, Milena,” he informed me while solicitously rubbing the fresh sting from my rear, “I can’t allow you to continue to hurt yourself, and by extension, my pack. I’m sorry.”

  What? Was he fucking kidding?

  I received my answer when his other hand smacked down onto my right globe. My eyes blazed with shock and anger. Who the hell said he was my Alpha? He’d told me that I was in control!

  “So stop me?” he challenged in response to the indignant fury in my eyes, just before delivering another blow. “Put me in my place,” he goaded. “Show me how powerful you are.”

  He was so dead.

  I thrashed wildly against him, driving my elbows into his chest and raking my nails over his face as I tried in vain to pull away from his bruising grip on my hips—from the stinging swats he persisted in raining down upon my now angry skin.

  “Try harder! Submit me or I’ll submit you,” he growled in ultimatum.

  Suddenly he seemed scarier than ever as I recognized he was serious. And this wasn’t simply some hot bad boy my brother would never approve of that I’d been having the make-out session of my life with in the dark woods. He was a fucking supernatural wolf-man-warlock-creature!

  Reality hit me like a slap to the face. Or butt, rather. As gentle and obliging as he’d been with me thus far, Alex was still at heart a ruthless predator. My heat cycle scent had probably pushed him well past the edge of reason at this point, drawing out his baser instincts, as it had with Kai.

  After all, my torment over the last two days had been his torment. He’d said as much. And now I was threatening the well-being of his pack if I didn’t fall in line and play by his animal kingdom rules. To my chagrin, the whole twisted scenario had my psychotic she-wolf panting with elation.

  As I continued to fight, he proceeded to alternate slaps between my thighs and backside, pausing in between to massage the smarting flesh. The process pulled my legs wider apart, while further grinding my overexcited, pulsing sex into the wall of his abdominals until I was keening with unexpected pleasure, thoroughly startled to find myself gushing wet and on the cusp of an intense orgasm.

  “I’m sorry,” he stoically apologized when a particularly hard whack brought tears to my eyes and tore a cry from my throat.

  I wasn’t sorry though. I wasn’t struggling anymore either. In fact, I’d at some point abandoned my counterattack entirely in favor of moaning and rolling my pelvis into him.

  I didn’t care if it was twisted or that I’d lost my damn mind. Fuck it. I would gladly spend years in therapy contemplating my deviant wolf nature, if necessary. Later. Right now, I needed Alex to make me come like I needed my next breath.

  My eyes closed in rapture as I gave in and arched my ass into his hands. So close … so close … right there … so damn close …

  “Sorry,” he apologized once more.

  And then he stopped. Everything. Ceased spanking me, stopped massaging me, and cruelest of all, he held my undulating hips painfully still and lifted them away from him within his punishing grip.

  My eyes flew open, and I could only pray he caught the clear threat of murder in them that said he’d better fucking continue what he’d started if he wanted to live. Son of a bitch had the nerve to smirk at me then, his former mien of austerity falling away as he taunted, “Make me, bitch.”

  I bit him. Hard. It happened so fast I couldn’t definitively say whether it had actually been me, or my she-wolf, who ultimately initiated the attack, but Alex grunted and dropped my hips the moment my canines sank into his neck.

  “Fuck—yes!” he gasped. His hand descended to spank directly over my wet center, and I came undone.

  My scream of climax was muffled against his throat as, without preamble, he thrust several fingers deep inside of me, fucking me hard and fast from behind, prolonging the violent spasms of pleasure that were rocketing through me. “Fuck, yeah, baby! Scream for me.”

  He wasn’t gentle, and I didn’t want him to be. It felt right. This was what my wolf needed. Maybe … it was even what I needed.

  Regardless, I was in the background now, letting my she-wolf drive our crazy train as my ass pushed back against his hand, meeting each one of his rough thrusts and loving every twisted second of it. It wasn’t until I tasted his blood in my mouth that I momentarily panicked enough to attempt to regain some measure of human control.

  “No,” Alex growled, fisting the hair at the back of my head to forcibly keep my mouth affixed to his neck. “Stay,” he commanded. “Suck.”

  Perhaps it was the insane speed and intensity with which he was penetrating my greedy, soaked channel, or the palpable Alpha aggression emanating from him, or the unprecedented urgency I sensed behind his guttural, one-word directives that rendered me hard pressed to defy his orders as his powerful body shook fiercely beneath me.

  As more expletives spewed forth from his lips in all languages, it became clear he was also a man on the verge of losing it. And though I wasn’t exactly sure what he was losing control of or how it would impact me, I was growing a little apprehensive.

  My she-wolf, however, was not. While I’d had every intention of keeping my head down and continuing to suck his neck wound like he’d told me to do, to my utter astonishment, I somehow detached from Alex’s throat despite the insistent pressure exerted by his fist.

  And after snarling an insolent, “fuck you” in defiance, I found myself grabbing Alex by the hair, yanking his head in the other direction, and latching onto the opposite side of his neck.

  Biting down deeper and harder than I had with the first side, I garnered a howl from him that rattled the treetops.

  Oh, my God! Far from the lovesick puppy I’d heretofore taken her for, my she-wolf was a deranged, badass bitch, apparently—who thought nothing of challenging Alex. I might’ve giggled like a nervous kid on laughing gas at this revelation, had my canines not been lodged in Alex’s throat and my pussy not been on the brink of another combustion.
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  “Goddamn … Such … Good … Fucking … Girl …” he grunted disjointedly. An unforgiving hand gripped my hip and squeezed and mauled my ass as his relentless fingers filled and stretched me, demanding fulfillment.

  “Fuck. Fuck. You will come again for me—” he began in English, only to finish in angry bursts of fragmented Portuguese when I immediately did as he’d threatened, my body exploding in rhapsody.

  My canines sank deeper into his neck muscle, stifling my squeals and causing Alex’s body to go momentarily rigid beneath my undulating form, before vibrating more forcefully than ever as I rode out the final aftershocks.

  Admittedly, the purely feral sounds that emerged from him then caused my human side to quake with trepidation as well as ecstasy—even as my animal side rejoiced in his crumbling composure.

  “Safe.” His gravelly proclamation was issued amidst a ranted string of incoherent profanity as his hips jerked up into me and his hand abandoned its pleasurable assault on my ass to thread through the hair at the back of my head.

  “Always, fucking always safe with me,” he ground out in a voice laden with both pain and the promise of impending bliss as he none too delicately pulled the hair at my scalp.

  I relinquished his throat as my head was forced back. I mewled in disappointment as his fingers withdrew from my still clenching tunnel, but I didn’t object when a moment later he pushed them past my lips.

  And I didn’t hesitate to draw those fingers deep inside of my mouth to suck my own cream from them as he released my hair and pushed my hips down his torso until the base of his erection was nestled squarely between my damp thighs.

  “So good,” he groaned. “Keep sucking—want to fuck you so bad…”

  It all happened so fast, but between the piercing fire of authority in his eyes and his throaty assurances, I could summon neither the desire nor the wherewithal to protest whatever he wanted next as he reached lower, between my legs.

  His forearm dug into my ass as he gripped himself, further ensconcing the solid base of his hot pole between my spread globes so that it rubbed against my puffy, slippery folds still buzzing with sensitivity as he stroked himself.