by Jaci Burton
“Yeah.” Hell, his cock felt every one of her caresses, hardening, throbbing, lengthening. But still, he didn’t move to touch her, although he was dying to toss her onto her back and bury his shaft in her hot cunt.
When she bent her head toward his chest, her little pink tongue darting out to trace the flat nipples, he dug his fingers into the coverlet, forcing himself to hold still.
She swiped one nipple, covering her lips over it and suckling it gently.
“Oh fuck, that’s good,” he said, fighting to breathe through the erotic sensations.
She looked up at him, her eyes dark with arousal, then bent to the other nipple and did the same.
He’d have to turn the tables on her sometime very soon and torture her the same way.
“Lie down on the bed,” she commanded.
He lay on his back and locked his hands behind his head, hoping like hell he could resist the urge to take her. His cock jutted straight up, a drop of pre-cum appearing at the tip.
He sent her mental signals to lick him, but he wasn’t going to force her to take his cock into her mouth.
Not yet, anyway. Later, when she was experienced and he had control and dominance, then he’d tell her to suck him. Until then, he’d just have to settle for—
“Holy shit, Katya!” He nearly bolted off the bed when she answered his silent pleas and licked the drop of fluid off the tip of his cock.
Damn, she was surprising.
She smiled, licking her lips. “Salty. I like the flavor.”
He was wrong. Experience be damned, she was already killing him.
She bent over him again, her hair brushing his thighs. She kept her gaze focused on his face as she covered her lips over the tip of his shaft, then slowly slid down, engulfing him with her hot mouth.
With a low groan he lifted his hips, driving his cock into the deepest recesses of her throat. She took him greedily, wrapping her fingers around the base and stroking him as she sucked.
When she pulled away, she said, “Interesting texture. Hard, but soft as velvet at the same time. Especially here.” She circled the tip with her finger, then wrapped both hands around him and stroked upward, bending down to lave the slit of his cock with her tongue.
“Lord, woman. Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” He tangled his fingers in her hair and thrust forward, matching the rhythm of her strokes.
She sucked him deep, her hands moving over his shaft in a twisting motion, pulling him deeper and deeper into her hot mouth until his balls tightened and throbbed.
“Let go, Katya, I’m going to come,” he managed, his chest heaving with the force of his labored breaths.
But she held on, squeezing him tighter, releasing one hand to search for his balls.
When she cupped and massaged them, he exploded into her mouth, pumping his cream down her throat. Just like the first time, his orgasm rocked him from head to toe, making him shudder and lose control.
She swallowed and continued to suck until his cock began to soften, then sat on her heels and licked her lips, a satisfied grin on her face.
“I had no idea that sucking a man could be so arousing.”
She was going to be the death of him.
Katya felt like she’d died and gone to heaven. Having access to Conner’s body, his willingness to let her do whatever she wanted, was like waking up on Christmas morning with the gift of her dreams under the tree.
She’d always wanted to touch a hard cock, taste it, feel the shaft in her mouth while she pleasured a man. She’d read books. Hot, erotic stories of lust and passion, her mind awash in visuals of what a man and woman could do together.
But her youthful fantasies had been squelched by the death of her parents. Once she’d taken over the pack, she knew she couldn’t experiment, couldn’t play, couldn’t learn about sex.
When one was an alpha, sex also carried the burden of responsibility. So she kept her distance.
Besides, none of the men she knew intrigued her enough to even think about mating. She’d always felt like she was waiting for “the one”. The one alpha who would take her, dominate her and fuck her, whether she liked it or not.
Her fantasy had become a reality in a way she’d never expected.
And now the dominant male of her dreams had exposed his underbelly to her, lying immobile while she explored his body with her hands and her mouth.
She shuddered, so aroused she could hardly sit still. There was so much she had to learn, so much she wanted to explore. .
“Come here,” Conner said, his voice low.
She braced her hands on either side of his face, leaned down and kissed him.
He devoured her lips with his mouth, sliding his tongue inside, mimicking the same long strokes he’d used when his cock was inside her earlier.
She reached for his shaft but he grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away. When she leaned back to look at him, he said, “Straddle my face and let me lick you.”
Her body heated, juices seeping from the swollen lips of her pussy. Her clit ached for his mouth, desperate for Conner to take her over the edge again. But like this? Her face burned with the knowledge that she could be so intimate with him.
“Come on,” he urged, squeezing the flesh of her hip. “Climb on my face and ride my tongue, baby.”
Unable to resist the lure of release, she straddled his face, aligning her pussy over his mouth. His tongue snaked out and licked her slit. She cried out and leaned forward, reaching for the headboard, needing something to hold onto.
Carefully braced, she began to rock slowly against Conner’s tongue, finding the movements that placed her clit within reach of his magic. He grabbed onto her buttocks and slid her pussy back and forth over his tongue. Exquisite sensations sparked deep in her womb at the visual before her. Conner’s mouth buried over her clit, his tongue swirling along her sensitive nerve endings.
What a picture this must make. She couldn’t believe she acted so wanton, so out of control. Was this really her, or did Conner draw this wild response from her?
As she drew closer and closer to completion, her primal urges took over. She shuddered, the changes coming upon her without warning. Shocked, she looked down at Conner. His eyes were closed but he growled against her sex as if he knew exactly what she felt.
Her blood burned, her skin on fire with the need to shift. She fought it back. Now was not the time to run wild.
But it was so damn hard, especially when his fingers dug into her buttocks and he quickened his pace, sliding her back and forth over his mouth, capturing her clit and sucking it between his lips.
She cried out when her orgasm washed over her, digging her nails into the headboard, the lupine part of her drawing her claws to rake against the wooden bed frame. Conner held tight to her hips and slid his tongue inside her cunt, lapping up the cream that spilled from her.
Exhausted, she crawled off him and collapsed onto the bed, letting him draw her against his chest.
She settled in, looked down and noticed his cock was rock-hard again. When she looked at him, he smiled, his face wet with her juices.
“You turn me on, Katya. I can’t help that I want you.”
She moved to touch him but he gently pushed her arm away, grabbing her hand and tucking it inside his.
“Sleep,” he said, kissing the top of her head. “We have forever to get to know each other.”
Forever. Both a comforting and frightening word. She lay there silently, listening to the night sounds outside the castle and focusing on the rhythmic rise and fall of Conner’s chest.
He was right. It had already been an eventful day and night. Yet there was so much she wanted to experience and a part of her wondered if she and Conner were, in fact, bound for “forever”.
Stop thinking, Katya. Stop worrying about the future. Things will unfold as they should.
She knew her inner voice was right and she should stop worrying about it.
Change wasn’t always a bad th
ing. Maybe she and Conner could work things out after all. They’d certainly made a good start. They were compatible sexually, that much was certain. Whether they could come to terms in other areas remained to be seen.
She closed her eyes and let the sound of his heartbeat against her ear lull her to sleep.
* * * * *
Katya woke to sunlight streaming in the windows.
She sat up and looked around. Okay, she was alone in the bed. Where was Conner?
The clock on the wall stated it was ten in the morning. She’d slept way too long.
Tossing off the covers, she took a shower and dressed in jeans and a sweater, feeling more relaxed than she had in a very long time.
Last night she’d slept the entire night instead of waking several times to stare out the window and wonder what crises would arrive on her doorstep by morning.
Conner had exhausted her completely and she’d slept soundly, without the nightmares that typically disturbed her.
Perhaps having sex was going to be therapeutic as well as enjoyable.
She entered the kitchen but he wasn’t there. Coffee was, though, and she poured herself a cup, taking it with her as she wandered the rooms in search of her mate.
Voices came from her office down the hall, and she followed the sounds, opening the door to a full room.
No one ever entered her private office without her being there. Until now. Conner was seated at her desk, Noah standing next to him on one side, Elena on the other.
Elena leaned toward Conner as he whispered in her ear. When he finished speaking, Elena stood and began giving orders to the men assembled in the room, who nodded and left.
Conner looked up as one of the men said her name as he passed by.
“Morning,” he said, seemingly right at home with her papers on her desk, giving orders to her people. “Elena is translating for me. We’ve gotten a good start.”
Her mellow mood vanished in an instant. Anger filled her to the point of threatening to topple the cup of coffee in her trembling hand. She forced herself to maintain control. “What exactly do you think you’re doing in here?”
“I’m working.”
She didn’t like the smug look he gave her. Was this the same man who’d bathed her and pleasured her last night? Placing her cup on a nearby table, she entered the room and stopped in front of her desk. “Working on what?”
“I’ve made arrangements for a crew to bring supplies and manpower to start erecting sturdier fencing around the castle property.” He grinned and laced his fingers behind his head, leaning back in her chair. “Trust me, it’ll be wolf-proof.”
She had no idea what he was talking about. “We haven’t discussed that.”
“No, we haven’t. We have to protect the population here from both the inside and the outside. Keep the wolves contained and keep the hunters out.”
“I see.” So nice of him to completely take over. She should have thought of mating sooner. It could have done wonders for her beauty sleep.
“He has some very good ideas, Katya,” Elena said. “I am very impressed with how quickly he has made arrangements for our protection. You should see all that he’s accomplished this morning.”
She glared her cousin into silence. Yes, she could well imagine what he’d done. The evidence of it sat at her desk, in her chair, in her office. Conner had already taken over the pack, the castle, the land…everything that she claimed as hers.
“Leave,” she commanded Elena. “And take everyone with you.”
Elena had the gall to look down at Conner, who nodded.
She turned to Noah and said, “You can get out, too. I need to speak to Conner alone.”
Noah smirked and crossed his arms, clearly not about to go anywhere on her orders. Elena shuffled the rest of them out of the room quickly, her eyes downcast as she hurried past Katya.
Conner looked up at Noah. “Go ahead and get started on the things we talked about. We’ll meet in about an hour and go over the details.”
Noah nodded and left the room, inclining his head in a bow as he walked past her and closed the door behind him.
The latch had no sooner clicked in place than she turned to Conner and said, “Get out of my chair.”
Conner smiled. “Why?”
“Get out of my chair,” she said again, barely able to contain the fury rolling through her blood. Her claws shot from her nails, her vision clouded by the change coming over her. She fought it back, but not before a low growl poured from her chest.
He stood and grasped her arms. “This is what you wanted, wasn’t it? When you allowed me to fuck a virgin princess and be forced to become your mate, this was what you had in mind, right?”
She jerked away from his hold and stepped to her desk, sitting down and looking at him. “This,” she said, sweeping her hand over her desk, “is mine.”
“Not anymore. I’m the alpha male. I’m also the one with all the money. You wanted the Devlins, baby, you got ‘em. The whole package. Including one very in charge alpha here.”
“It’s symbolic, you moron,” she retorted. “Are you so dense that you can’t pick up on that? I’m Braslieu royalty. You have no say here.”
“Tell that to your people. They take orders from me just fine. I think they’ve been craving a man in charge around here since your father died. They seemed…how should I say it? Relieved.”
She longed to scratch that smirk right off his face. “You may have fucked me last night and claimed alpha status, but that doesn’t mean you take over my duties.”
“Actually, that’s exactly what I’ll be doing. I’ll make all the decisions now.”
“No, you will not. We will discuss things together and make joint decisions based on my input. I know this area, this government and my people, better than you. You will defer to me in all decisions.”
Conner laughed and crossed his arms. “It’s not going to work that way. You can tell me everything I need to know, but I’ll take it from there.”
How could she have been so blind? He’d played her last night. Now that he was stuck here, he was playing prime alpha to the hilt. Whatever happened between them last night wasn’t emotional, wasn’t bonding. She’d been nothing more than a fuck. She meant nothing more than a means to an end, the result being power over the wolves of Braslieu.
He’d done a fine job of lulling her into thinking they’d work together as a team. How stupid was she? One good fuck and she’d given everything to him. No, she hadn’t given. He’d taken.
“Get up from the desk, Katya. You’ve had your tantrum, now let me get some work done.”
“Don’t you dare patronize me!” She slammed her hands on the desk and stood, leaning over to make sure he understood exactly who was in charge. She bared her teeth, allowing the wolf within her to surface. “I rule Braslieu, not you. I will make the decisions, not you. And I will tell my people what to do. Not you!”
She’d shouted the last sentence to get her point across, her voice low and husky with the change.
But Conner didn’t flinch. Instead, he placed his palms on his end of the desk and leaned over so their noses nearly touched.
His eyes darkened with lupine change, teeth elongating, his jaw jutting out. Claws dug into the end of the desk as he growled a warning. “Don’t undermine what I do, Katya. It’s for the protection of all the wolves here. I am alpha now, make no mistake. I do not need, nor will I ever ask your permission to do what I think is necessary.”
“We’ll see about that.” She turned her head to the door and shouted for her personal guards. In a matter of moments, they came through the door.
“I want you to remove Conner from the room,” she said, turning to Conner and offering a smug smile. Soon enough, he’d see who was in charge here.
But they stood there, confused frowns on their faces.
“Did you hear me? Remove him, now!”
“Princess, he is the alpha. We cannot,” Nicolai said, an apologetic look on his face.
“I am alpha here and I command you to remove him.”
Jens shook his head, not making eye contact with her. “We cannot. The lupine laws are clear. You have mated with Conner Devlin. He is alpha male and we take our orders from him now.”
This was unbelievable. They looked to Conner, who nodded his head and inclined it toward the doorway. The guards made a quick exit.
Seething fury kept the wolf present. She didn’t even bother to try and hide the ferocity of her anger. She had half a mind to pounce on him and really let him see how angry she was.
She’d lose the battle, of course. No way could she match his physical strength. But she’d get a few bites and scratches in first.
“I don’t know what you said to them, but I assume you were asking them to move me out of here. That won’t do you any good, Katya. They know who the alpha is now.”
This wasn’t happening. Yesterday she was in charge. Today she was…nothing. And why? Because she’d fucked an alpha wolf?
“I’m not here to harm anyone, baby.”
“Don’t call me baby. In fact, don’t even speak to me.”
He skirted the desk and came around to her side. She moved away.
“Katya,” he said, his voice soft as if he was speaking to a child. “We may be adversarial in the way I got here, but now that I’m in place I want to help. We don’t have to do battle.”
“I’m not doing battle with you, Conner. I’m not doing anything with you. You’ve come in here and taken away everything that is mine. That’s unacceptable.”
“I’ve taken nothing away. Believe me, joining with the Devlins was the wisest decision you could make for your people. They understand that now.”
“I didn’t join with you! It was a mistake!”
He stared at her with a blank expression of innocence that infuriated her. She was getting nowhere with this hardheaded American. “Just stay the hell out of my way, Conner. And don’t touch or change a goddamned thing around here! This is my castle, my people, and you do not have my permission to do anything!”
Before she did something incredibly weak, like burst into tears, she stormed from the room, flinging the door open to find Noah, Elena and a dozen of her people waiting outside. No doubt, they’d heard everything.