She stepped back, panting from the exertion and wondering why on earth he switched to human form out here in the middle of nowhere. What if someone saw them? How would they explain their state of undress?
Gabe reached for her and stroked her fur. “So lovely. The browns and reds are beautiful on you, little wolf.”
He soothed her with his touch and she leaned into him. Rarely did someone pet her. Okay, never. It felt good.
“Shift for me, Kathleen. I want to see you naked again.”
Here? Now? She shook her head. He could stand in the woods naked if he wanted, but she had no desire. Naked humans didn’t belong amongst the trees.
“Kathleen, I want you to shift.” He tipped her head up to meet his gaze. “No one is going to see you. We’re miles from the house. This property is owned by my family. It’s fenced. And besides, I would smell another visitor long before they approached us.”
So demanding. Would she ever make decisions of her own under this man’s thumb?
She paused, but he raised an eyebrow. It frightened her how much he could manhandle her. It frightened her even more how much she found she liked it. Just that one raised eyebrow made her squirm even in wolf form.
Finally she backed up and shifted, extremely self-conscious of her exposure. She sat down on the long flat rock he’d brought them too, crossing her legs and covering her chest with her arms.
Gabriel chuckled and knelt beside her to open the pack. “Hungry?”
She was starved actually. She hadn’t eaten since breakfast. It was midafternoon now.
He handed her a sandwich, an apple and a bottle of water. When had he had time to prepare this luncheon?
“I fixed us a few things while you were napping.”
“You left the room? I was that out of it?” She’d had no idea he’d left her there.
“I did. You sleep soundly.”
“Until someone starts fondling me,” she added. The sandwich was delicious, or maybe she was just hungry.
They ate in silence for a few minutes with Gabe plopped down in front of her, his face gazing up at hers as he chewed. “You don’t need to be so shy with me, Kathleen. I’ve seen every inch of your secrets. And I intend to see you often.”
She still sat stiffly, covering as much of herself as possible while she ate.
He didn’t comment again until they finished. When he tucked their trash into the pouch, he turned back to her. “I’m going to experiment with a little dominance, baby. I want you to try it. I think you’ll find yourself extremely aroused by submission.”
She sucked in a breath and waited. Her nipples hardened as he stared at her. What would he expect her to do?
“Open your legs, Kathleen. Lean back with your arms behind you for support.”
She glanced at him and then away. Her mind warred not for the first time. Should she heed the angry part of her that was pissed he kept bossing her around? Or should she pay closer attention to the place that ached for release deep in the pit of her stomach?
Damn her entire body for its betrayal of everything she thought was right with the world. Why did her breasts firm and her clit pulse when Gabe commanded her to do something? He did ask nicely, but there was something in his tone and the way he spoke and the look in his eyes when he opened his mouth that commanded compliance.
Without looking at his glorious naked body, Kathleen opened up to him. She tentatively leaned back, resting her palms on the smooth rock surface behind her. She spread her legs several inches and tried to breathe steady.
Her heart pounded thinking about his gaze drinking her in.
“Kathleen, look at me.” He waited a beat for her to obey. “I love your sexy body. I want to be able to see all of it as often as possible.” His gaze penetrated her. Even from several inches below her, he seemed to command her space the same way he managed to do so staring at her from above. He continued, his voice low and firm, “You can’t hide how aroused this makes you.”
She shook, a flush crawling up her chest and across her cheeks. The sun beat down on her through the trees. She glanced both ways. What if he touched her and she lost all control and someone walked up to them while she wasn’t able to pay attention?
“No one is going to see you but me, Kathleen. I promise.” He narrowed his gaze and nodded toward her thighs.
She couldn’t stop herself. She spread wider for him.
“Good girl.” He scooted forward so his face was closer to her sex.
Her legs trembled. She grew wetter under his intense stare. When he clasped a hand on each thigh and held her open farther, she gasped.
“So pink and pretty. I’ll never get enough of your sweet pussy,” he whispered, reverently.
His touch did things to her. His look alone sent her arousal into overdrive. His voice, especially his dominant one, made her melt. But his touch . . . God, it scrambled her brain.
She both loved and hated the feeling. It must be similar to the out-of-control sensation a drug addict might get. She’d never done any drugs. Nor did she intend to. And she didn’t like feeling out of control.
She felt hypnotized by him. As though he had a spell over her.
“It’s the mating, Kathleen. It sends everyone into a sexual frenzy, baby. It’s normal. Don’t fight it.” Was he a mind reader now too?
She clenched her jaw, trying desperately to hold on to a thought while his fingers inched closer to her center.
He glanced up at her face. “Did you masturbate last night, Kathleen?”
What? She stared back at him, eyes wide, unable to close her mouth or form a sentence. She had no intention of discussing her masturbation habits with him. Why did wetness drip out of her pussy?
“You did.” He stroked her thighs with his thumbs, a maddening tease that sent more moisture pooling between her legs. “God, you are so fucking sexy.”
She gazed at him, still mute, and squirmed, attempting to break contact with his hands.
He held her tighter, his fingers digging into her thighs with just enough pressure to be more erotic than anything else.
“Show me what you did to yourself last night, Kathleen. Show me what makes you hot.”
Her jaw fell open. She shook her head. No fucking way could she masturbate for him. Just telling him she’d even touched herself had been difficult. A demonstration was out of the question.
He stood and leaned over her, using his hands to ease her onto her back. He manipulated her as though she had no muscle control.
And she let him.
He gripped her thighs again and pressed them wide, her knees bent and angled up toward her chest. “Show me,” he commanded.
He stared into her eyes until she couldn’t take the tension anymore and she glanced away.
The air was warm, the rock beneath her heating her back.
Gabe grabbed one of her hands and pulled it to his mouth. She jerked her gaze toward that juncture as he sucked three of her fingers between his lips. He twirled his tongue around them until the gesture made her squirm. He even closed his eyes halfway while he simulated the fucking motion.
When he released her hand from his mouth with a pop, he set her wet fingers on the V between her legs and resumed his grip on her thigh. “Show me.”
She was so horny now, she would do anything to alleviate the need consuming her from the inside out. Her wet fingers were right there. It took little effort to stroke them through her lower lips, parting them to expose the moisture gathering at the entrance to her pussy.
One stroke and she moaned without the ability to stop herself.
“That’s it, baby. Show me how you like to be touched. Use both hands. Stroke yourself, Kathleen.” He leaned lower, his breath landing on her exposure.
She closed her eyes and angled her head back farther to escape his gaze. If she concentrated on masturbating, maybe she could pretend it was him touching her instead of herself, just as she had last night.
She dragged her fingers through the wetness ag
ain, pressing her middle finger inside her a few inches and then pulling the moisture up to her clit. Her other hand joined easily, holding the hood of her clit up to expose the little nub to the air. She loved that feeling. Just exposing her clit made her long for contact.
She didn’t hesitate now, stroking her wet fingers over her clit and then dragging them back through her entrance to gather more of her wetness. She bucked upward, but was restrained by Gabe’s firm grip. She’d never been spread that wide before. It wasn’t possible to do it herself.
“Did you touch your tits too, baby,” he muttered.
God, had she? Probably, but not after starting in on her clit.
“Show me.”
It took a lot of stamina to release her pussy and backpedal to her nipples, but she did. She flicked them simultaneously with both hands and then pinched them as she had last night. She’d visualized Gabe stroking her last night and she did so again now.
When she grew restless, she reached back between her legs.
“Good girl. Show me what feels good,” he encouraged.
Kathleen plunged two fingers into her core while she stroked her clit with her other hand. She was too far gone to care about her exposure now. She concentrated on making herself come. The sooner the better. She was so close.
With one finger, she flicked furiously across her clit, the tension growing until her entire body stiffened and she finally succumbed to the orgasm. She pressed her thumb against her sensitive nub as she came, feeling the pulses from her pussy as they vibrated through her entire body.
When she finally released herself, letting her legs flop open even farther in the aftermath, she found Gabe staring at her face in awe. “So fucking sexy, baby. That is the single sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed.” He stroked her legs haphazardly and then leaned in and kissed her pussy reverently.
She struggled not to think about what she’d just done. The haze was such a pleasant place to reside.
Before she succumbed to reality, Gabe pulled her back to sitting and stood in front of her between her spread legs. He stroked himself with one hand. “I need you. Are you too sore?”
Gabe stared down at his mate. His voice wavered as he’d spoken.
When she leaned forward and swiped her tongue over the tip of his cock, he flinched at the unexpected gesture and squeezed the base to keep from coming at just that slight contact. Holy mother of God. Guess it didn’t matter how sore she was if she was willing to take him between her lips.
She swirled the tip with her tongue next and then sucked it into her mouth. She grasped his thighs with both hands and held him steady. Or maybe held herself still to keep from swaying.
He preferred to control a blowjob himself, but not this time. It was her first and his mind was scattering in ten directions as she explored him. He wouldn’t break the momentum with further instructions. Hell, he couldn’t even speak if he wanted to.
She sucked him deep without warning, her lips colliding with his fist where he gripped the base of his cock.
His knees threatened to buckle. It took great strength to keep from collapsing.
Her pressure was perfect. She sucked him as though she’d done so many times. His face heated at the jealous thought until he reminded himself she had done no such thing.
Beginner’s luck.
When she moaned around his shaft, he moaned with her. The vibrations from her vocal cords reverberated to his balls.
He gripped her shoulder with his free hand to steady himself so he wouldn’t rock too far in any one direction.
She set up a pace, sucking him into her warm mouth and then releasing him to swirl her tongue around the tip.
The torture was too much. With his last brain cell, he jerked back from her and came, squirting his seed onto the ground. He didn’t want her to swallow him this first time. She wasn’t ready. He was glad he’d had the strength of mind to keep himself from jutting down her innocent throat.
She stroked his thighs with both hands just as he’d done to her after her orgasm. Soothing him.
When he could finally think again, he knelt before her and pulled her into his embrace between her legs.
They both breathed heavily against each other.
Finally, he pulled back and set his forehead against hers. “Thank you, Kathleen. That was beautiful.”
She flinched and looked away, swallowing hard.
He let her go. She needed space. He’d overwhelmed her senses for long enough.
She stood and paced the ground, less conscious of her nudity than earlier.
She ran a hand through her tussled hair, pushing the long locks out of her face. “Can we go?” she asked.
“Of course.” He worried about her as he stood. She seemed distraught.
She shifted quickly, leaving him in human form for several moments as he watched her fidget. It had been her way of escaping. Her wolf body relaxed visibly. Did she feel clothed in her fur? Somehow less vulnerable? Perhaps.
He shifted too and led her back toward the house at a pace much more leisurely than earlier.
When they reached the porch, the house was still quiet. No one was home. The late afternoon sun indicated his parents would still be at the gathering hosting the wolves in attendance.
Kathleen shifted back to human form and hastily stepped inside. She grabbed her clothing from the bin by the door and donned every stitch as though there were a fire. She didn’t look at him.
What had he done to evoke this response? He worried as he watched her. Had he overwhelmed her with his dominance? The blowjob? The masturbation? They entire package? Or something else entirely?
“I need to go,” she muttered as she slipped her sandals on.
Go? What the hell? “Kath, we should talk.” He groaned and leaned against the door. He’d pushed her, but she’d been aroused the entire time.
“I need to think. I need space. This is so overwhelming.” She looked around as though searching for something she’d lost, not making eye contact with him.
When he reached for her, she jumped back. “Don’t. When you touch me, I lose myself.”
She loses herself? Is that how he made her feel?
“I think you’re confusing losing yourself with letting yourself go, relaxing into a place of pleasure.” He gulped. “Please stay.”
He’d never felt so vulnerable in his life. He’d do anything to fix whatever was wrong. Anything. He’d even try vanilla for a while if it made her happy. “Talk to me.”
Finally, she turned toward him and lifted her gaze. “Later. Gabriel, I need to think. This is a huge step for me. Monstrous. Not at all expected. Please, give me some time.” She walked out the back door and he stared after her, unable to move a muscle.
Where would she go? Home? She didn’t have a car as far as he knew. She’d surely come with her family this morning, which meant she’d need to go find them and leave with them. A spot in his chest ached at her loss.
He moaned as he turned toward the stairs and climbed to the second floor, not caring for an instant he was completely naked.
What the fuck was he supposed to do now?
Chapter Six
Kathleen found her parents’ car easily and slunk into the back seat, praying they would emerge soon and take her home. She wasn’t about to go inside the meeting hall and look for them.
First of all, she must look a mess. Second of all, anyone with any sense would be able to see she was mated now. She must reek of Gabriel Albertson. Ugh.
She shivered, even though it was hot in the back seat. She wrapped her arms around her and didn’t even bother to finger comb her messy hair—just-fucked hair that hung over her face and hid her expression from the world.
She hadn’t been kidding. Her mind was swimming. She needed time and space.
This claiming had been nothing like what she’d expected or ever witnessed with other wolves. The powerful feelings she had when she was with him made her nervous. She could easily lose herself entirely with h
im.
What did that say about her? Was she really that weak?
She leaned her head against her palms and rubbed her temples as a headache formed behind both eyes.
The image of him claiming her—mind, body and soul—wouldn’t shake. She was sure it would be even worse if she had a movie reel of what had really happened. Her ability to remember specifics was watered down by her complete submission to her body’s reactions to his advances.
Ohmygod. What the hell have I done?
Had she really just masturbated for him and then given him a blowjob? She couldn’t believe her actions. It was as though she hadn’t been controlling herself. She’d been drawn to him by an unknown force. Was that a mate thing? Or a dominance thing? In either case, it had frightened her when she’d realized what she had done. And, to be honest, she was embarrassed. Partially by what she’d done and partially by her complete and utter submission to his whims.
Could she get out of this now? Leave him and never return?
She squirmed. Not likely. She knew it could be done. Some wolves had left their mates on rare occasions of abuse or neglect. Could she leave him out of a fear of losing herself?
She didn’t think there was a chance in hell she could convince him to give up his dominant ways. Besides, just thinking about his intense gaze, his firm hands, his knowing commands made her wet all over again.
She would never be able to stop the spiral into submission that would be her life if she stayed with him. And that alone frightened her to death.
She startled when the front door opened and her mother leaned inside. “Kathleen? Honey? Are you okay?” She shut the door and switched to the back seat, opening the opposite side and climbing into the heat. “It’s so hot in here. Why didn’t you open a window at least?”
Kathleen didn’t look up. She steadied her breath and considered what she was going to tell this woman who’d raised her, who knew everything about her life up until this point.
She didn’t want her mother to know about Gabriel’s dominance or her body’s reaction to it. She couldn’t begin to discuss it with her own mom. Why hadn’t she considered this problem earlier?
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