by Eve Langlais
She repeated the motion again and again, moving faster, watching his shoulders bunch, his Adam’s apple shift up and then down each time that he swallowed.
“I want your mouth. Now,” he told her. “Right, fucking now!”
His words had been spoken in a guttural tone, raw with something she wasn’t totally familiar with. When his eyes opened and he caught her staring at him, he licked his lips slowly. Kira thought she remembered that tongue and felt her pussy clench in response.
“Put your mouth on me, lýkaina.”
Kira wondered if he meant on his lips, which he’d just licked again, or on his cock, which she was thoroughly enjoying stroking.
“Where?” she whispered, her throat going dry with the simple word.
“There,” he said the moment her thumb rubbed over his tip again. “Right. There.”
Never in a million years would Kira have thought she would be here, doing this, with an alpha like Blaez. She’d been told she would never get anyone better than a beta and that even then he wouldn’t really want her for anything other than the status her birthright could provide.
There were so many questions, so many obstacles that should stand between her and Blaez. She didn’t know the answers to any of those questions, and right at this very moment Kira didn’t care. Her body had already begun to lower, her knees planting firmly against the wet tile, her hand still tightly gripping his dick. His gorgeous long and heavy cock with the thick veins stretching like rope along the sides and the tip that at this very moment wept a drop of white cum that she couldn’t wait to taste.
So dipping her head lower without another word, Kira extended her tongue, licking the tip of Blaez’s cock and taking that drop as if it were there especially for her. His hands were immediately in her hair, tangling and wrapping the strands around his fist until his blunt nails scraped along her scalp and he began to slowly push her down farther over his dick.
Having never done this before, Kira simply went on instinct, opening her mouth, letting her tongue slide along the underside of his length, the head reaching the back of her throat where it seemed to tap and ask for entrance. Blaez helped her this time, by tipping her head back slightly, pressing forward as he did. She looked up at him, shivering at how hot and hungry his intense gaze on her made her feel. His teeth were bared, the sharp tips of his incisors clearly visible through the steam rising around them.
He worked her head slowly, easing himself in and out of her, like he was spoon-feeding her. She could tell he was holding back, that maybe he wanted to pump more deeply into her mouth. That thought had her thighs shaking, her pussy dripping. Her nipples scraped against his legs, sending tendrils of pleasure flitting throughout her body.
With a start she realized she wanted more, needed more. She sucked him in deeper, loving the feel of his turgid skin sliding sinuously against her tongue, pressing back along her throat. Her hand worked up and down his shaft in conjunction with her mouth, until her lips were as wet as his length, the suckling sound echoing in the stall.
When his dick began to pulsate in her mouth, his hands gripping her head more firmly, holding her in place, Kira shivered all over. She wanted desperately to reach between her legs and thrust her fingers deep inside. She would come instantly, she knew; her arousal was so keen she was ready to explode.
“I don’t … do … this,” he said, his voice strained as his hips jutted forward, his balls slapping against her chin as she took him completely inside her mouth.
Kira had no idea what he didn’t do. All she knew for certain was what he was doing to her at this very moment. Every nerve in her body was on alert, her breasts so full they ached and her pussy creaming so heavily she was certain the moisture on her thighs was not water from the shower.
“Never before,” he continued, this time pulling her head back again.
She could see him looking down at her, saw the twist of his lips, the muscles bulging in his neck as he looked to be fighting something. Whatever it was he was working against must have been strong; the struggle looked so intense that Kira almost let him slip from her lips.
“No, lýkaina, you cannot stop. It’s too late for that,” he told her, thrusting forward one more time so that he was once again filling her mouth.
Kira sucked hard and deep, her cheeks hollowing as she held him still right there.
“That’s right; you’re gonna suck it right out of me,” he said, his teeth gritting between his words. “Whether I want you to or not!”
And she did, without even knowing what to expect or how to complete this task. Blaez stiffened over her, his hands firm on the back of her head, a growl reverberating throughout his chest as the heated jets of his release shot straight to the back of her throat. When she swallowed once, then twice, it was with a spike of something new coursing through her body, something more powerful than she’d ever imagined.
She held him in her mouth until his fingers loosened in her hair. Then with a few last licks along his still-stiff cock, she pulled back slowly, only to gasp when he lifted her up quickly from the floor. He was staring at her intently as he locked her ankles around his back and moved them until they stood just beneath the spray of hot water.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he said with a growl quickly following his words.
A sound that sent heat spikes straight down to her pussy, stalling any reply she hoped to make.
CHAPTER 8
Blaez had no idea what he was doing.
That was wrong, he thought as he sat back on the bench, his hands firmly planted on Kira’s pliant ass as he positioned her over his throbbing length. He’d carried her across the shower stall only seconds after watching her take every spurt of his cum into her mouth without blinking an eye. With each swallow something had shifted inside him, something more than the beast that resided within. He’d decided in that moment he would have her, here and now, regardless of the restrictions he’d put on himself or the consequences that might come from this act.
“Dammit, so fucking tight!” he gritted through clenched teeth. “So good and so tight!”
Her nails dug into his shoulders and he pushed her down slowly over his length, sucking in a breath each time another inch of his cock was buried deeper in the warmth of her. His arms threatened to tremble, his eyes closing. Blaez willed it all to stop, forcing the thoughts of why this was wrong and possibly dangerous out of his mind.
None of it mattered at this moment. He was doing it. He was steadily sinking inside of her, loving the tight grip her heated walls had on his cock, the sting of her nails breaking his skin, and the look she was currently giving him. Her eyes were wide open, bright with arousal and anticipation. Her body was willing and pliant and she scooted even closer to him, his dick buried to the hilt inside of her. Her thighs were so soft around his waist, her breasts high and heavy, jiggling each time she moved, holding his gaze like a dog to a bone.
“It’s perfect,” he heard the words, knew they were spoken from him, and yet still couldn’t believe it.
He kneaded her ass, loving the feel of the globes in his palm, remembering with startlingly clarity how it felt the first time he’d touched it.
He’d slapped her ass. The thought hit him mid-thrust and Blaez growled, wanting to do so again. Yet she hadn’t disobeyed him in any way this time. In fact, she’d been giving him everything he wanted, from the moment she stepped into this stall. It wasn’t right, he thought, trying desperately to concentrate on her hips gyrating above him, his deep thrusts in and out of her. He considered pulling his hands away to remove the temptation, but they wouldn’t move, as if it were their turn to be defiant.
He pumped harder, going deeper, as she gasped, biting her bottom lip to keep from screaming out loud. Blaez didn’t like screaming or moaning or any other faked response from females. He tended to go only for the true evidence of their pleasure—their puckered nipples, wet pussy, and release that vibrated through their body. Anything else was not tolerated.
She continued to grip his shoulders, her teeth still biting into her lower lip, her eyes halfway closed as she bounced on top of him, taking every inch of his dick as if it were something she did every day, like this was somehow owed to her. She did not scream or yell.
Blaez raged on the inside, grasping her at the hips and pushing her up off his dick. His body reacted and he growled, his release not at all happy that he’d put a pause to its second act. Oh, how he wanted to come while buried deep inside her. While her mouth had been warm and wet it was nothing compared to how juicy her pussy felt, how tightly it gripped him, threatening to milk the remaining cum from his body.
He stood, still holding her by the waist, and she looked at him in surprise.
“Turn around,” he told her once he’d stood up.
For a second she looked as if she might argue, but then she turned away from him. He pressed at the base of her back, the point where her hips splayed outward, the most enticing of her curves beginning—his palm covering that crescent-moon mark. She gasped, most likely because he hadn’t been gentle when he’d pushed her forward. Her hands flattened on the bench, her ass jutting up and out, ready for him to sink between its creases to find her waiting pussy once more.
Instead, Blaez smacked her right cheek and almost groaned as he watched it jiggle in response.
“Blaez!” she yelled his name, looking back over her shoulder.
“I told you to let go,” he said, lifting his hand, flexing his fingers at the heat burning in the pit of his palm. “And you disobeyed me.”
The cracking sound of his hand on her other cheek came and his dick jutted forward with excitement. Kira turned then, twisting her body so that she was almost facing him.
“Don’t,” she said through clenched teeth. “Don’t do that again.”
“Why?” he asked, his heart beating wildly, the combination of her scent and the sight of her rounded ass turning red bringing him even closer to release. “Because you like it, don’t you? You’ve never been spanked before and you like it.”
She shook her head, but she was no longer yelling at him. Blaez placed a palm flat on her ass and kept his gaze trained on her. “Tell me you like it, lýkaina. It’s okay to like what I do to you.”
“No,” she whispered. “It’s not … I don’t…”
He began rubbing his palm over the reddened spot on her buttock, then leaned forward, moving his hand so that he could kiss that spot, tracing his tongue along the heated flesh.
“I won’t hurt you, Kira. I would never hurt you,” he told her. “Trust me.”
She’d sucked in a breath when his mouth touched her flesh; now she trembled as he continued to lick and kiss her intermittently, his other palm planted firmly on her other cheek.
“I don’t know how to do this,” she said on another hiss of breath. “Or how to be this person.”
“Just let go,” he told her. “You’re safe with me. Just let go and let me give you everything you’ve ever desired.”
Blaez had no idea what that really was. For the first time in his life he wasn’t totally certain of what he could or should do for a female … for this female. Because he suspected what she really needed was far beyond the physical.
“Let me give you pleasure,” he whispered, not willing to question himself any further.
He continued to rub her bottom, using long, slow, gentle strokes. The waning steam still misting around them. “Just relax and let me give you more.”
She looked as if she wasn’t certain, her lips partially parted and wet. He wanted to kiss her, the realization slapping against him with surprising clarity. But he didn’t do it; he couldn’t. Instead, he rubbed a hand up her back and over her shoulders to continue to calm her, all the while positioning himself behind her, spreading her bottom so that his dick could slip through the warm crease, down, down until being sucked into her waiting pussy.
Blaez grabbed her hips then, thrusting deep and fast inside of her until his teeth cut through his bottom lip, her moans growing louder and louder.
“Come for me, lýkaina. Come for your—” His words cut off abruptly. He was not her alpha. Did not want to be. Could never be.
“Come for me!” he yelled, his hips slapping wildly against her ass, “Come for me now!”
“Bla-a-ez!” His name was a long, loud wail as she stiffened beneath him, her lycan nails scraping along the tiled bench with a high-pitched sound.
He loved that sound, coupled with her voice screaming his name again and again. Blaez moved faster, his dick pistoning in and out of her slickness with a smacking sound that only added to his arousal. His entire body vibrated while his nostrils flared, filling him with her scent. He would never forget this, never forget her. Ever.
Dammit!
* * *
“I’m going down to the library,” Blaez said twenty minutes after he’d left her standing in the shower.
Kira was now in her room and, thankfully, completely dressed, while he stood in the doorway, blocking any entrance or exit.
Replacing the embarrassment she’d felt yesterday after their training session when he’d walked away from her was a heated ball of agitation from the way he’d simply fucked her and left this morning. The pattern with him was more than disconcerting. At the same time, Kira couldn’t help but wonder what it was she actually expected from him. Was it candlelight and romance, a prelude to a claiming? No. That’s not what she’d been looking for; she’d been adamant about that fact from the beginning. But now—
“You need to join me,” he continued, sounding exasperated.
He thought she would get up and follow without comment. Just as there’d been no doubt in his mind that she would melt in his hands as he’d smacked her ass in the shower. Well, okay, the spike of pain had seared straight through to her clit, causing her to shiver and almost come as if on command. But that didn’t mean she had to follow him blindly all the time.
“No. I’m not simply going to follow you down to the library, Blaez. I didn’t come looking for another lycan to dictate what I do and how I do it. I didn’t ask you to keep me locked in this house whether for protection or whatever other reasons. None of this was a part of my plan.” She took a deep breath and then released it. “But I’m not so rigid or blind, for that matter, as to not see that there’s something else at play here. Something that I don’t think either of us planned. Wouldn’t it make more sense if we talked about that instead of operating on this hot and cold system that’s been going on between us?” Kira wanted answers and she wasn’t going to follow any more of Blaez’s commands—even the ones that aroused her tremendously—until she received them.
He looked so damned good standing there, so powerful and authoritative, legs spread slightly, muscles bulging and flexing she suspected without any direction from him. Her father had not exuded this authority or strength, for that matter; neither had any of the other alphas she’d ever met. And while it wasn’t there at this very moment, there was that glow that she saw every now and then when she looked at Blaez, that not so subtle reminder that he was a force to be reckoned with. Well, it looked as if she’d be going up against him now whether she planned to heed that warning or not.
“You were the one who said you wanted to know what the books written in Greek said,” he told her calmly, without addressing her current questions at all.
But he was agreeing to another one of her requests. She wondered if this would be the only way to deal with him, on his terms and in his time. If it was, she wasn’t sure how she would deal with that, but for now she asked for clarification, “You’re going to teach me how to read Greek?”
“You said you wanted to learn so that you would be able to read all the books in the library. Come down to the library with me and I’ll teach you.”
Of course he left her standing there to contemplate a reply that he wouldn’t hear either way. A part of her
, a distant part that she was feeling less and less connected to the longer she remained in this house, wanted her to stay in this room, to continue to search for a way out. But another part, the stronger part, she admitted, pressed her to go forward. It actually felt more like a push against all that she’d thought she was and believed to go with him, to possibly learn more.
Minutes later, Kira was in the library.
“Whose idea was it to make this a library?” she asked him.
Yesterday she’d wondered this same thing as she’d walked into this space with its darker, heavier-looking wood shelves. Today she stood in the center of the room, the plush Oriental rug cushioning her feet; the two love seats positioned in the middle of the floor directly across from each other were dark brown leather. There was a large round coffee table between the love seats and on the opposite sides two sets of the same high-backed leather chairs that matched the one she’d sat in yesterday.
“Did you hire a decorator?” was her next question, and she turned around to see where Blaez was and why he hadn’t answered the first one.
When he turned to face her he was already holding a book, the one on the Trekas family she’d been reading yesterday. “Channing’s mother is into designing. His father’s a contractor, so they helped with the remodel. Each of us agreed on the library.”
“What do you all do for a living?” she asked, since he’d opened the door with mention of Channing’s parents. “Are you all sickeningly wealthy?”
“Not all of us” was Blaez’s calm response. He sat on the couch, opening the book, and began flipping slowly through its pages. “You said you read this book last night,” he said without looking up at her. “I know that parts of it are written in Greek. My family loved the language and made sure that each of us knew how to read and speak it. So I’ll have to teach you the Greek alphabet before you can read. For now, I want to tell you the story of how the lycans came to be in existence.”