The Fall of The Wolf (Historical Romance)

by Lynn Coppersmith

  “Admit it,” he insisted. “Admit that your body is mine to do with as I wish.”

  “I’m yours,” she whispered breathlessly.

  “Louder,” he encouraged with a grin. He continued his stealthy caresses.

  Eleta swallowed again. “I’m yours,” she repeated, more firmly.

  “Good girl. Now, kiss me.”

  Eleta was only too happy to comply. She bent down and kissed him, loving the feel of his hard chest beneath her. Their lips melded, and the kiss deepened. The slippery feel of their bodies rubbing beneath the water was intoxicating, and she squirmed more, just to feel him along every inch of her body. Rafe groaned, clearly enjoying her movements as much as she was.

  As he deepened the kiss, Eleta became aware that he was pressing against her anus with the broad tip of his finger. Her eyes opened wide and met his. He watched her closely as he slid his finger just past the sphincter. Her mouth was a delightful round O, and she moaned softly.

  “That’s it, love. Breathe and let your body accept my finger.”

  Eleta did as he instructed, dragging in panting breaths and relaxing her bottom as much as possible. Rafe nodded his approval and began to work his finger deeper inside her.

  “Good girl,” he said again. “You are so delicious, love. Your body was made to bring me pleasure. And you like that too, don’t you? You like bringing me pleasure.”

  Eleta nodded and moaned again, pressing her bottom back against his hand. His finger felt so wonderful in her bottom, but she desperately wanted more.

  As if he knew what she was feeling, Rafe found her slit with his other hand and began fingering her with two broad fingers. He flicked her clit with his thumb, and she shuddered violently. He had noticed that when he said naughty things Eleta grew even more excited, so he continued to tease her.

  “Is your sweet little pussy sore, love?” He speared her especially deep with a wicked grin.

  “Yes,” she gasped, blushing bright red, “a little.”

  He held her gaze and raised one taunting black brow. “Do you want me to stop?” He thrust his fingers deep inside her again, this time spreading them to enhance the ache.

  “No!” She moaned with pleasure. Her immediate and eager denial was most telling. “No, please, Rafe…don’t stop.”

  Rafe chuckled and continued his activities. He loved that she was proving to be so passionate and responsive. He didn’t want to overwhelm her, but she showed no signs of tiring from his demands. In fact, she seemed eager to please him, eager for him to ravish her at every opportunity.

  “So delicious,” he said again. He grinned as he played with both hands. “You are a hot little naughty girl, so wet and needy. What a greedy little tight pussy you have, love. You’re clenching my fingers like a vise, and it just makes me want to fuck you until you can’t walk. Is that what you want, love? Do you want to be fucked long and hard again?”

  “Yes,” she moaned, grinding her hips against both of his hands.

  He continued to murmur all sorts of naughty things as he fingered her in both her pussy and her bottom. Eleta was only dimly aware of his words. His touch made her feel so good, and she was so close to climaxing. Rafe must have sensed she was close, because he chuckled and abandoned her clit. He held her immobile, with the fingers of both hands embedded deep within her. Eleta whimpered, and he laughed even more.

  “Not yet, Eleta. Offer your breasts to me, love. I’m hungry.”

  Eleta eagerly cupped one breast and held it to his mouth. He devoured her offering. He suckled her nipple deep into his hot mouth and began moving his fingers slowly within her once again. He tugged on her nipple, biting down occasionally. Every bite coincided with a sharp, lancing pang of desire. He scraped his whiskered jaw across her nipple, leaving the tender flesh red and raw. Eleta moaned loudly, shivering in his arms.

  “You like that, little one? You like the pain?”

  She couldn’t speak, but she nodded, leaning close for him to repeat the maneuver. Rafe did so, noticing that she was becoming increasingly desperate with every swipe of his whiskers. The fact that she enjoyed the pain he was inflicting made his cock ache even more. When he bit down on her abused nipple and squeezed her clit at the same time. Eleta came apart with a loud scream. She clenched hard onto his fingers and threw her head back, helpless as the pleasure rolled through her.

  Rafe watched her. He was breathing raggedly, and his cock throbbed. The sight of her reddened breast made his balls tighten and ache. The contractions of both of her inner channels around his deeply embedded fingers were sweet torture, and he desperately wanted to sink into her depths. But he wanted to make her even more mindless with need. While he was thoroughly enjoying their play, he did have an underlying purpose. He was determined to make her desperate for his touch in every possible way. He wouldn’t rest until any thought she might have of marrying another man was burned from her mind.

  When Eleta finally began to relax, he flicked her clit with his thumb. Her mesmerizing sherry colored eyes popped open wide and met his.

  “The other breast,” he ordered. His voice was gravelly with need.

  Eleta was quick to comply. Rafe repeated the exercise. He tortured her other nipple until it too was throbbing and aching. Then, he watched as she shattered yet again. He couldn’t get enough of watching her. Knowing that the look of wondrous pleasure on her beautiful face was due to him was like the most intoxicating drug. He wanted to keep her like this forever, just lavishing her with bliss. However, his own desires were clamoring, and he desperately needed to find his own release before he went insane.

  He withdrew both hands from inside her. When Eleta mewled in protest, he laughed.

  “Don’t worry, love. We aren’t even close to being finished.”

  Seeing that his words relieved her, he laughed again. Rafe turned her and pulled Eleta down so that she was laying with her back on his chest. He used his knees to lift her hips slightly out of the water until she was floating on the surface. He grabbed the soap and worked up a lather again. Then, he cupped both breasts in his palms and kneaded them, twisting her already sensitive nipples into even tighter buds. She moaned and writhed sensuously in his arms.

  Eleta never wanted him to stop. His firm hands were delightful on her breasts, exerting just the right amount of pressure so that pleasure mixed with pain. He rolled and pinched her sore nipples, and she felt the tension winding higher yet again.

  He continued to torture one breast, while his other hand slid between her thighs. He sucked in a hissing breath as his fingers delved into her glistening folds.

  “Come for me again, love.” He caressed her with knowing fingers, gently probing her tender flesh. He nipped sharply along her neck while he continued to stroke her. “Come for me and show me that you know you are mine.”

  She fractured in his arms once again. She twitched and clenched her thighs around his hand. She floated on the water, mindless and weightless, helpless to do anything other than enjoy the sensations.

  Rafe was more than pleased with her response. He needed Eleta to understand and accept that she was, in fact, his. Their relationship had been irrevocably changed once they had become lovers. She would be his wife and no one else’s. No other man would ever touch her the way he was doing, and the sooner she realized it the better. She was already his physically. He wouldn’t rest until she gave him her heart, soul, and mind. He wouldn’t rest until he had exposed every one of her carefully held secrets. Pleasuring her body was the clearest way of breaking down her defenses. If he happened to relish every minute of the process, more to the good.

  “You enjoy everything I do to you, don’t you love? You enjoy being mine?”

  She moaned and nodded her head. Her throat was much too clogged for speech. His caresses felt heavenly. She waited with baited breath to see what he would do next. He toyed with her, exploring her body as if he had all the time in the world to play. He stroked her until she was once again writhing mindlessly in his arms
.

  Finally, he pulled her down to straddle his lap, and he guided her onto his erection. They moaned in unison as she slid down until his throbbing cock was embedded fully within her. His shaft was so much thicker and longer than his fingers, and he knew he was stretching her tender sheath. This was the third time he had been inside her since she had lost her virginity that morning. His erection was massive, and he had used her roughly the second time. She must be sore and aching. He didn’t want to cause her undue pain. As much as he desperately needed relief, there were other ways he could find it if this was too much for her. Rafe nuzzled her neck beneath her ear.

  “Is that alright?” he asked quietly, tensing to withdraw if necessary.

  “Yes,” she gasped. She reached down and clutched his thighs as if to prevent him from leaving her body.

  “I’m not hurting you?”

  “No,” she moaned. “I love it when you are inside me.” As if to prove her words, she ground herself further onto his shaft.

  Rafe smiled. “Good. Hang on,” he ordered gruffly.

  He gripped her waist and began moving beneath her. His thrusts were slow and sensuous. He angled one arm across her hips to hold her down for his thrusts, and he began to explore her body with his free hand. Eleta let her head drop back against him, emitting a throaty moan as he possessively kneaded her breasts. Eleta’s senses were already heightened from everything he had done to her, and it didn’t take long for her to reach fulfillment. She screamed softly, gripping the rim of the tub as she rode the waves of pleasure. Rafe sat motionless beneath her. She was so damn beautiful. Her head was thrown back on his shoulders, her eyes were closed, and her knuckles were white from clenching the rim of the tub. Her breasts trembled and floated on the surface of the water from her panting breaths. Rafe’s throat felt tight with emotion as he watched her.

  When her muscles finally began to ease, he began stroking her again, ratcheting her tension ever higher. He abandoned her breasts and gripped her waist. He held her in an iron grip and thrust forcefully inside her, groaning as he ground into her heated depths. As much as he was enjoying being in the tub, he could not get the leverage he wanted. He surprised her when he abruptly lifted her off his lap. She gave a whimper of disappointment, but he rose in one fluid movement. He lifted her out of the tub, and stood her in front of him. Eleta’s muscles felt heavy as he quickly dried first her and then himself. Then, he carried her to the bed.

  Once again, he stood her in front of him and kissed her. His lips were demanding on hers, inciting her until she was panting with need. He set her on her hands and knees facing away from him at the edge of the bed. Eleta held her breath as he guided the broad head of his staff to her entrance. He moistened it in her slick dew, gripped her hips, and pressed inside her with one long, steady stroke.

  Rafe paused to savor her heated depths as she tightened around him like a glove.

  “Sweet merciful heaven!” he gasped. “Woman, you have enchanted me. I can’t get enough of you!”

  He clutched her waist and began to move. Eleta moaned her approval. His thrusts were slow and languid, and she focused on every solid inch of him pressing deep inside her. She held her breath each time he withdrew, and she sobbed with relief as he returned to fill the void. If he was enchanted, so was she. She didn’t think she would ever grow tired of his lovemaking.

  Rafe watched in fascination as his engorged shaft disappeared again and again between her swollen pink lips. He never wanted to leave her honeyed depths, and he groaned as he bottomed out inside her yet again. His heart swelled with love for her as he watched her. She received him so willingly, pressing her hips back against him so that he could get a tiny bit deeper with every stroke. She was driving him insane with lust.

  Gradually, Rafe sped up the strokes, until he was possessing her with frenzied thrusts. She encouraged him to plunder. She spread her knees wide and tilted her hips so that he was butting against her womb with every pounding stroke. Any thoughts of gentleness were abandoned in the face of her eager response. He ravished her, and she urged him on with both her actions and her words.

  “Yes! Yes! Harder, Rafe! Fuck me harder,” she cried.

  He complied with a fierce growl. His fingers bit into her hips, holding her in place as he pounded into her tender body. Eleta moaned with delight. His harsh possession was a mixture of exquisite pain and intoxicating pleasure. If he was addicted, she was also. She sobbed with pleasure and clung to the scraps of her sanity as she tried to delay her climax for as long as possible, not wanting him to stop.

  Finally, she couldn’t hold out any longer. She screamed and gripped the sheets as her inner muscles clamped down onto his staff. He pounded into her a few more times and then poured himself into the welcoming haven of her body. Her rippling sheath gladly received his seed, and he groaned his pleasure as she milked him until he was spent. He stood frozen, buried deep within her as he dragged in tortured breaths. She seemed in no hurry for him to release her. In fact, she pressed her bottom firmly into the cradle of his groin.

  When her body began to ease its vise like grip, he gave her bottom a fond squeeze and released his breath on a satisfied sigh. He barely had enough energy to withdraw and collapse beside her on the bed. He pulled her into his arms, drew the quilt over them both and followed her into the abyss.

  Chapter Nine

  The next day dawned cold and crisp. A light snow had fallen during the night, and several inches of powdery white flakes adorned the landscape around the lodge. The sun shone brightly in the clear, cloudless sky, and the bright rays caused the snow to sparkle like diamonds.

  Rafe stoked the fire and added several logs to chase the chill from the room. Then, he engaged in a playful morning romp with Eleta that involved much tickling and laughing. The humor eventually gave way to heated kisses and steamy caresses. By the time they had finished cavorting, they were both so content, they were reluctant to leave the haven of their rumpled bed. They eventually did stir themselves to rise, and they shared a leisurely breakfast as they surveyed the glorious view from the bedroom window.

  After washing and dressing in warm clothes, they decided to go for a walk in the woods around the lodge. They bundled into their cloaks, boots and gloves and trudged through the snow. There was no sound except the squeaking snow beneath their feet and their companionable chatter. They viewed the world as a magical fairyland, as young lovers are wont to do. They made small figures out of snow, some animal, some more human in shape. They laughed at the antics of a pair of squirrels in a nearby clearing. They took turns calling out to hear their voices echoing from the nearby mountains. As the sun made its daily trip across the sky, they made a large circle through the forest, exploring and laughing.

  They came upon an area where the snow had fallen into deep drifts, and it was difficult to walk. Rafe took the lead in order to forge an easier path for Eleta. After taking several steps, he turned to see how she was faring. Eleta lobbed a large snowball, and it hit him square in the face. Rafe stood frozen in stunned surprise for a brief moment before he lunged at her. She scampered away and laughed gaily.

  “You little weasel!” he cried. “I’ll get you for that!”

  He reached down to grab some snow, and she quickly pelted him with another ball on the side of his face. Some of the snow slipped down his neck, and he gave a howl of discomfort. He fixed her with a threatening scowl, and started toward her.

  Eleta squealed with glee and threw yet another snowball. Once again, her aim was true as it hit him soundly in the face. Rafe didn’t even pause as he charged toward her. Her eyes widened in feigned panic, and she turned to run. Her shorter strides were no match for his, and he grabbed her from behind. He had to brush snow from his face before he could see her, and even so, snow still clung to his brows and lashes. She howled with mirth at the sight of him looking like old man winter.

  “So that’s how it’s going to be, hmmm?” he growled with a grin. “I try to be chivalrous by helping you throu
gh the snow, and you pelt me with snowballs until I’m half frozen.”

  He held her captive in his arms, and she struggled half-heartedly as she continued to laugh.

  “I was just trying to cool your ardor,” she gasped between giggles. “You were complaining this morning that I was exhausting you, so I thought to cool your lust in the interest of your continued good health.”

  She looked up at him from over her shoulder with an impish grin. It was obvious that cooling his lust was the furthest thing from her mind. Her eyes were sparkling, and her cheeks were a delightful shade of pink. Their lips were mere inches apart, and she thought for a moment that he intended to kiss her. Instead, his eyes took on a wicked gleam as he easily held her and reached down to grab a handful of snow.

  “Maybe you are the one who needs cooling,” Rafe growled. “I think a handful of snow down your bodice might just do the trick.”

  Her eyes opened wide. “Don’t!” she squealed, renewing her struggles.

  They wrestled playfully, and neither of them was working very hard to win. It was much more fun just wiggling against one another. Finally, she began to tire, and she turned a coquettish pout up to him and fluttered her eyelashes beguilingly.

  “Please, Rafe. It would hardly be gentlemanly behavior to put snow down a lady’s dress. Most especially when the lady in question happens to be your queen.”

  Rafe shook his head with a grin. “Ah, so now you want me to treat you as my queen, and not as my lover, hmmm?” His grin deepened. “Alright, your Majesty. Your wish is my command. Upon my honor as a gentleman, I will not put any snow down your dress.”