Ellora's Cavemen: Tales from the Temple I

by Various

  Dropping to his knees on the floor, he bent his mouth to the skin at her neck.

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  Eve sighed in her sleep. She was having the most wonderful dream. Never had she been touched like this, never could she remember being so hungry for a lover’s touch.

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  And her dream lover was fantastic. His lips and tongue seemed to taste every inch of her, his hands gently moving to caress her breasts, teasing them as he licked a path down her naked stomach. She felt as if she was burning inside. Moisture collected on her upper lip, she moaned and moved to provide better access to those hands, that mouth. She shuddered. Oh, God. How could a dream feel like this?

  She swore she could feel wetness as the tongue laved her navel, she could feel the pressure so acutely on her nipples as the dream fingers plucked them, sending heat straight to her core. She moved again, her hips desperately shifting to allow her clothing to be stripped off her body and to entice her dream lover to pay attention where it was so urgently needed.

  She was boldly picked up and laid out on a hard surface, one that didn’t restrict her legs from being spread wide. Shocked with the movement, her eyes flew open. Only to see a man’s head descend, flashing silver eyes meeting hers as his tongue flicked out to torment her clit. She moaned and shifted her knees even wider apart to give him unrestricted access to the pulsating nub that demanded her submission. Her mind was screaming at her to stop.

  Her body told it to shut up.

  She watched between lowered eyelids as the man put one hand under her hips and pulled her to him, while he used the other hand to separate her labia, exposing her swollen nubbin to the rasp of his tongue. He created his own rhythm, forcing her body to respond first to the long licks across her clitoris and then to the rigid tongue thrusting deep into her wet vagina.

  She came quickly on a loud scream, and just as fast found that he would give her no mercy. He continued to suckle and probe, adding the torment of his fingers pushing deep within her.

  He finally stopped when she was delirious with the pleasure. Setting her hips gently to the floor he moved over her, nudging her cunt with the hot, velvet tip of his erection. She opened her eyes and her body to a man she’d never seen before, a man she’d not spoken one word with. Moaning, she greedily took him in.

  Eve’s eager body welcomed his cock, as her mind vaguely noticed that the gorgeous dark haired, silver-eyed man did have a little gray mixed in his hair. It was the last coherent thought she managed.

  She felt every unyielding inch of him as he pushed into her. And there seemed to be a lot of inches. God that felt good. He stopped. “No,” she groaned. “Don’t stop, please…”

  “Look at me, my mate,” he demanded.

  Eve raised her eyes to his, looked at the intensity and the fire. Her inner muscles clamped tightly around him. He hissed, his face contorted in ecstasy. She could see him struggle for control. Well good. She didn’t think she wanted him in control.

  He rocked urgently inside her, then stilled again. “I am Adam. And I claim you for my own.”

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  She couldn’t suppress either the shudder that went through her at his movement, nor her giggle at his pronouncement. Adam. That was too much. She panted. “Well Adam, I’m Eve.” Then she struggled to move under him, to entice him to finish what he’d started.

  Adam shook his head, he didn’t know if his mate was joking or not. But right now it didn’t matter. Her frantic movements beneath him had destroyed all thought of drawing this out. Bad timing for introductions anyway, the only thing that was important right now was plunging his engorged cock deep and often into her hot cunt.

  She scalded him with her juices. Tight. Damn, he wanted this to go on forever.

  Eve’s body contorted with the sensations. She was one raw nerve. One minute she was screaming at him not to stop, the next she was pleading for mercy. “I can’t…ohmygod. Don’t stop,” she whimpered. She knew he had erupted within her at least twice. She’d felt the explosions deep inside. He would pause, take a few deep breaths, and immediately grow rigid within her again. And it would start all over. She had lost track of her own orgasms. Lost any ability to think or count long ago. And it was starting again. “Noooo,” she wailed.

  He moved rhythmically within her, first grinding from side to side, never taking his hips from her, and then pulling back, almost leaving her. Clenching his jaw, he moaned low in his throat when she cried out in anguish at the loss. “I won’t leave you, my pet.

  Never leave you,” he gritted. He forced the words from deep within, it was almost beyond his ability to think.

  Sweat was pouring from him; he felt his eyes roll back. “So good!” he cried. He was animalistic in his needs; he fought the urge of his beast to race to the end and started teasing her, rubbing the tip of his cock out and over the sensitive flesh of her clit until she was begging him to fuck her. Then he positioned his penis at her entrance, allowing it to slip in just an inch, and then back out, over and over again. At the same time he used his fingers to pull at her breasts. It wasn’t enough.

  Again she pleaded with him, crying and promising him anything if he would just finish it. “I can’t take anymore, please…oh, please, no more!” Eve begged, beating her fists against his chest. She wanted him to move.

  And then it was heaven. He slammed into her, pounding her with his body and his thick cock until her inner muscles repeatedly convulsed around him. She whimpered,

  “Yes!” and her soul exploded into a million scattered pieces that would never form the same pattern again.

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  Chapter 6

  Eve slowly woke, her mind sluggishly processing her body’s signals. She was warm—snuggly warm. Her body pleasantly ached in places she’d forgotten could have feeling. A hand was cupping her breast. Eve frowned.

  She opened her eyes and glanced down at the hand that was cradling her left breast. Her first irreverent thought was that it would take more than her 36 C’s to fill that hand.

  The fingers were long and the palm large. The forearm attached to the hand was tanned, muscular and lightly covered with fine dark hair. Before her mind had a chance to wake enough to send off fight-or-flight signals, she had a sudden memory of the night before and that hand and the body it was attached to moving over her much lighter skin. The recollection caused her stomach to clench with arousal. Her nipples tightened at the remembered pleasure and her back bowed, the movement pushing the globes of her ass against the obviously aroused male body at her back.

  The fingers at her breast slowly closed over her swollen nipple. When they pinched and pulled on her, a lightning bolt of sensation shot to her core. Eve moaned and tried to turn towards the man sharing her bed. Her mate. She had only a vague idea of what he looked like and she wanted to see his face, but it was obvious her body had no qualms repeating last night’s performance with this stranger.

  Adam knew the time of confrontation was coming. He also realized that with his body’s current state no conversation would make any sense to him. He would never be able to convince her that he wanted her for more than a warm body. The scent of her arousal would keep his brain solidly between his legs.

  With ease he kept her from turning towards him, and gently pushed her onto her stomach. His beast rumbled just under his skin. Yes! For a short moment he lay over her, reveling in the soft cradle her buttocks made for him.

  But he wanted in. Shifting behind her, he sat up with his knees spread on either side of her legs. Quickly he moved her again, pulling her hips up and back until she was forced to brace her upper body on her forearms. He was focused on one thing, panting with need. There could be nothing but this for him now.

  Eve sighed and tried unsuccessfully to look over her shoulder to see the man that had claimed her body. When she could find an active brain cell she would worry about the lack of control she seemed to have,
but not now.

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  warm palm skimmed down her back, gliding over her butt. She hissed as his fingers dipped into her wetness, moaning as he spread the slick moisture over her sex—

  preparing her.

  “Please?” Eve cried.

  Adam moved behind her, setting the weeping tip of his erection at her entrance. He nudged her, barely inserting the sensitized head into her opening. The feel of her was exquisite, all heat and slippery warmth. He placed one hand beside her head to brace his body, and moved the other hand to reach around and play with her nipple. Slowly he bent to nuzzle her neck, reaching out to lick the mark he’d created on her shoulder.

  His mark. The growl that forced its way from deep within was the call of wolf—to mate.

  And a warning to any that might hear. In that instant the full meaning of this incredible sex hit him. His body clenched in possession, his heart and mind cheered.

  She was his. He was mated!

  Eve’s entire body wildly contracted as Adam ran his tongue over the mating marks and then let out a fearsome growl. She wasn’t afraid; somehow she instinctively knew that this sound was linked to his possession of her. She had heard the gossip that said a werewolf could bring his mate to orgasm just by licking the symbols. She now knew it was a fact.

  As her body convulsed, Adam drove into her. He had thought to keep the loving slow and maddening. But the emotion in this joining rushed through him and the unrestrained reaction of his mate unleashed the raving beast within.

  “Mine,” he growled as he moved forcefully, pushing back and forth into his mate.

  Finally mine, he thought with relief.

  Eve had thought that the dream sex this early morning had been the best there could ever be. She’d been wrong. Her body shuddered and trembled beneath the Were-male. She climbed one extreme pinnacle after another, with little time between to make a distinction between the orgasms. The smallest sensation—the brush of the bed sheets against her overly responsive nipples, sent her body into ever increasing spasms. The hard thrusts of Adam’s cock into her eager pussy sent her into madness.

  “I can’t,” she panted, begging him to finish. “I really can’t take this,” she sobbed.

  Adam’s body had come to the same conclusion. Enough. With one thrust he came with a geyser of sperm, filling his mate with his seed. Gasping he collapsed next to her, reaching out to pull her to his side as they both struggled for breath.

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  Chapter 7

  Eve fought to bring her thoughts into some semblance of order. She hadn’t wanted a man in her life. But good lord the sex! What had she been doing without this all her life? No wonder her mother had caved. That thought quickly sobered her. No matter how awesome the sex, she reminded herself, she was not her mother.

  Eve pulled out of Adam’s embrace. Keeping her back to him she slid from the bed and walked to the closet. Frowning, she wondered how and when they’d made it to her room this morning; the last thing she remembered was being on the floor of the living room.

  Mentally shrugging, she figured that was the least of her worries. Quickly she reached in the closet and snagged the least reveling of her robes, the antique blue terry cloth her sister had given her last Christmas. It had a large flamingo embroidered on the right shoulder.

  Eve had a serious weakness for kitschy clothes and collectibles from the twenty and twenty-first century. Her absolute favorite was anything with pink flamingos. The birds were extinct now, and Eve loved the whimsical creatures. Or maybe she identified with them because she always felt as if she were balancing on one leg?

  Nervously she smoothed the gaudy bird; she was procrastinating, putting off confronting the man who could make her life a living hell. She forcefully reminded herself that she had intended the reverse when she opened the door to the wolf last night.

  Turning, she took her first clear-headed look at the man lying sprawled naked in her bed. Taking a deep breath she started her examination at the top.

  He had dark, sable hair with a sprinkling of gray. It was thick and slightly curly, disheveled and unfashionably long, reaching halfway down his neck. His face was Roman perfect, with dark eyebrows and lashes, a regal nose and stubborn chin. His eyes flashed silver heat. That should be impossible. He was tall and muscular. His skin was tanned and dusted in soft dark hair that trailed down his broad chest, thinning out across his tight stomach and then dense again just below his navel. Nested in the dark curls was a thick, growing penis. Sucking in her breath, Eve whirled around.

  “Cover yourself, please,” she said with as much force as she could muster.

  “I am not cold,” he replied with a teasing lilt.

  Eve shook her head. “You know that’s not the point. Your manhood seems to have a life of its own. I refuse to have a conversation with you naked. And we are going to have a conversation.” A long one, she thought to herself.

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  “Okay, my manhood is covered,” he assured her with emphasis, turning his head to hide his amusement at her choice of words.

  Eve refused to rise to his bait. Turning back to him, she moved to sit primly in the antique rattan chair that was several paces from the bottom of the bed. No way was she getting close to him. Even covered with a sheet and severe morning hair the man’s sex appeal was overwhelming.

  “We need to talk,” she sputtered.

  Adam winced. He was sure there weren’t any other words in the world that would strike fear into a man of any species as quickly as those four. A man never said them. He had no choice but to go on the offensive.

  “Is your name really Eve?”

  She looked at him with a touch of humor. “Yes. Is your name really Adam?”

  He groaned. “Yes. You know, of course, this means we will be the butt of many Biblical jokes?”

  “Not in my family,” she grumbled.

  Adam cocked an eyebrow at her, the question obvious.

  Eve sighed and shook her head; this was not what she wanted to talk about. But she supposed she could start with it. “My mother’s name is Naomi, my natural father was Abel. They named me Eve, my sister Jezebel, Jezi for short. My stepfather is Matthew, my stepbrother Jonaa. Jonaa with two a’s no h, but Jonaa just the same. My sister’s husband’s name is Luke.” Pausing, she looked to make sure he was sufficiently awed.

  “To my family, it will make perfect sense that your name is Adam.”

  “Your parents actually named your sister Jezebel?” He was floored. What parent would do that to a child?

  “No one has ever called her anything but Jezi. I will warn you not to make that mistake. She has a way of getting even.” Eve grinned. Her sister took great satisfaction in making people pay who either slipped or unknowingly used her full name. They never made the same mistake twice. But they almost always made it once, thinking to tease the diminutive redhead and that her response couldn’t be that drastic. Eve looked forward to Adam testing her sister. She somehow knew her warning would be purposely ignored.

  Inwardly she smiled—the last person to call her sister Jezebel, had gotten into his airglide, only to realize that it had somehow been programmed to go to Eastern Europe instead of his office. The glide had headed out to sea, without enough electrical power to see it over the ocean. Thankfully Jezi had also programmed a distress signal that kicked in as soon as it was over water. The man had been fished out of his glide, with full realization of what had happened. Jezi’s programmed laugh at point of impact had insured he knew full well who was responsible. The fact that she’d later married him was secondary.

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  Pulling her thoughts back to the man on her bed, Eve looked at him questioningly.

  Tentatively she
started, “I know your first name is Adam and that you are loupe-garou.

  But that is all I know about you. What is your last name and what do you do for a living?”

  “My last name is Greyclan and I do whatever is needed for my people. What is your last name Eve?”

  She frowned. What did “whatever is needed” mean? She hoped he actually did something to make credits. There was no way she would support him. She wanted to work, but not to be the full support for a family. That thought had all color leaching from her face. No birth control…

  She jumped up, practically screaming at him. “Have you had your shots?”

  Adam looked confused. “Calm down, what are you talking about, Eve?”

  “Your shots…birth control…please say you didn’t go out looking for a mate during Lupine Moon without taking some kind of precaution?” she stammered, looking anxiously at him.

  Adam wanted to laugh. The look of panic on his new wife’s face was priceless. He had taken a BC shot, not wanting to take the chance that if he found his mate she’d become pregnant the first time they mated. He needed time with her, without the hormonal hell that a lycanthropic pregnancy would put her through. But he wasn’t willing to admit it to her immediately. “Don’t you want children, Eve?”

  “No! Yes! I mean no I don’t want them right now before I even know who you are or if you’ll make a good father, but yes… I suppose… someday…” she trailed off.

  Adam took pity on her; she looked miserable as she considered the ramifications of the multiple orgasms they’d shared. His cock twitched. No, better to stay away from thoughts of orgasms, he told himself. “I have taken the shot, Eve,” he reassured her.

  Adam looked at her. Brows drawn together he asked, “Now, my turn for a moment to ask you questions. Thanks to your monologue last night, I know considerably more about you; however some of it is confusing and lacking sense.” He paused for a moment.

  Eve scowled, “What do you mean it lacked sense? I made perfect sense!”