Driven by Hunger

by Desiree Holt

  “You have too many clothes on,” she mumbled, amazed that she could even get the words out.

  “So I do.” His voice was husky.

  With a last lick at the seam of her pussy, he rose and stripped off his clothes in a matter of seconds. Even enveloped in an erotic fog as she was, Hannah widened her eyes at her first sight of his nude body. Broad shoulders framed a hard, flat chest that tapered to a narrow waist and lean hips. His arms and thighs were muscular, his chest covered in a thick pelt of fine hair. But what drew her attention the most was the 23

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  swollen cock protruding from the nest of dark curls, the head rounded and purple, and below it the heavy sac of his testicles that rested against his thighs. Her mouth watered to taste it. She wondered if the skin would be as soft as Derek’s, covering the hard rod beneath it. It looked even larger. If that were possible. While she was still staring, mesmerized, Rand lifted her in his arms and placed her gently on the bed, drawing her thighs apart and bending her knees. Then he knelt between her thighs and simply stared at her cunt. She trembled at the intensity of his gaze, the way it literally ate her up. Almost with a mind of its own one of her hands stole down to that place, feeling how wet and swollen she was. When she touched her clit with the tip of one finger it was so sensitized she jumped at the contact.

  “Yes,” he said in a hoarse voice. “Do that. Finger yourself for me.”

  Derek had urged her to do this many times, but something had always held her back from giving herself completely. With Rand it seemed the last barriers were falling. This might be their first night together but already she knew she would do anything for him, anything that gave him pleasure. But this gave her pleasure too. She stroked herself, her fingers quickly coated with her honey, allowing her to slide two of them inside her pussy.

  “God,” Rand breathed, “watching you makes me even harder, if that’s possible. All that gorgeous wet pink flesh, that swollen clit, your fingers disappeared into your cunt. Jesus, Hannah. You’re every man’s wet dream come to life. Keep fucking yourself. That’s it.”

  As she moved her fingers in and out of her body faster and faster, Rand touched the nub of her clit with one fingertip and set up a rhythmic movement that intensified the spasms already building deep inside her. Pressing her heels into the mattress, she clamped her inner muscles around her fingers and rode them, hips jerking, muscles flexing. The faster her fingers moved, the harder Rand’s finger teased her clit. At the moment her climax broke over her, he yanked her hand away and spread the lips of her pussy as far apart as he could.

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  “That’s it, little wolf. Come wide open for me. Oh, yeah. Let me see those muscles move.”

  Hannah gritted her teeth to keep from screaming at the loss of penetration, her fists clenched tightly at her sides. She tried to squeeze her thighs together but Rand would have none of it.

  “No, Hannah. I want to see it all.”

  He held her that way until the last spasm faded away. Then he bent forward and placed on open-mouthed kiss on her pussy, sucking at her juices and lapping away the last drops. When he lifted his head his mouth was wet and glistening. Very slowly, his gaze lasering her, he ran his tongue over his lips in a movement so sensual the ribbon of need deep inside her began tightening again.

  “I want you inside me,” she pleaded, reaching for him. His low laugh was almost a growl. “Not yet, little wolf. I have big plans for us.”

  As he moved up her body his mouth traced a pattern from just above her pubic curls to her navel, where he paused to trace the whorls of skin with his tongue. Then up, up to the valley between her breasts. By the time he cupped one breast in his warm palm and flicked his tongue over her rigid nipple she was again a quivering mass of need.

  She gripped his shoulders with her hands, nails digging into the firm skin as Rand proceeded to torment each nipple with his lips, his tongue and his teeth. He sucked and nipped with just the lightest of pressure, not enough to give her satisfaction but definitely enough to have her screaming for more.

  Hannah threw her legs around his thighs and tried to urge him upward, to finally penetrate her with his cock. This was lust beyond anything she’d experienced with Derek and she wanted Rand’s cock inside her more than she wanted her next breath. But he was too strong and too determined to have his own way.

  “Not yet, little wolf.” His voice was a rumble and vibrated against her skin. “I haven’t nearly begun to take my pleasure.”

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  He lifted her legs over his broad shoulders, plunged two fingers inside her cunt to scoop out some of her moisture and pressed one of those fingers against the tight muscle of her anus.

  Hannah jerked in reaction. She had only just begun anal sex with Derek and it was all still new to her. She’d expected Rand to wait a night or two but it seemed he wanted everything all at once.

  “No,” he said, his eyes locked on hers. “I’m not going to fuck you there tonight. But I have to feel how tight you are. How ready.” He turned his head to lick the inside of one thigh. “I have a butt plug that’s just been waiting for you.”

  His words were a soft caress. As he spoke he pushed one finger until he breached the tight hole and penetrated her dark tunnel.

  Hannah’s entire body convulsed at the sensation, the internal muscles of her pussy vibrating with desire. Rand continued to squeeze and manipulate her breasts while his finger moved slowly in and out of her ass. Sensations of heat and ice skittered over her and she moaned with pleasure. Her hips moved as she tried to push down on the penetration.

  “Rand,” she gasped. “I need you. Now.”

  Slipping his finger from her hot muscles, he lowered her legs and reached into the nightstand drawer. He ripped open a packet with a moistened cloth to wipe his hands, then opened a condom and rolled it on while Hannah watched, awestruck at the sight of his erection. Could she take it all? Derek had been big but not like this.

  “Don’t worry,” he told her. “We’ll go slowly. You’ll be able to take all of me.”

  Bending her knees again, he spread her legs wide and pressed the head of his cock against the opening of her vagina. Hannah tensed for a moment, but she was loose and wet from her previous orgasm and the additional stimulation. Bracing himself on her knees, Rand pushed forward slowly, his cock pressing against her vaginal walls. Inch by inch he entered her until she felt every bit of him filling her.

  “Take a deep breath, little wolf,” Rand said, “and hang on tight.”

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  His hips began a smooth rhythm, forward and back, forward and back, in and out, in and out. Hannah began to move with him, heat surging through her as he fucked her with slow, steady strokes. His eyes again held hers, fire dancing in them, his tanned face taut with concentration. She felt the slap, slap of his testicles against the cheeks of her ass as he thrust harder and harder.

  Then he moved one hand to her clit and rotated his thumb in a circular motion. Her breathing hitched, the muscles of her body tightened and her climax rolled up from deep within her. Rand bent forward, capturing her mouth in a deep, heated kiss, tongue sweeping inside. Hannah pressed her own small tongue against his, dueling with it, welcoming its wet flame.

  Rand increased his speed as his body tightened with his own approaching release. Hannah felt the muscles of his ass bunch beneath her hands where she gripped him and wrapped her legs around him, locking her ankles against the small of his back. Rand moved his thumb faster and faster, thrusting his hips harder and harder. He tore his mouth from hers, pulling his head back as a low growl rolled up from his throat. Hannah could tell he was hanging on to his control by a thread and gave herself up to the demands of her body. As her orgasm rolled through her with the seismic effect of an earthquake she felt Rand answer with his own. Together they crested and fell, shuddering and shaking with the force of the explosion. His cock pulsed i
nside her where her cunt muscles grabbed him and milked him through the thin latex sheath. The spasms seemed endless but at last Rand collapsed on her, careful to keep most of his weight on his forearms. Hannah wasn’t sure whose heart pounded harder, hers or Rand’s, and the heavy rasp of their breathing broke the sudden stillness in the room. Rand shuddered against her, then raised himself enough to brush her hair back from her face and place soft kisses on her cheeks and forehead.

  “You are beyond my wildest dreams,” he told her.

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  “Hey, hey, hey.” He cupped her chin and tilted her face up. “None of that. We are going to be completely open with each other. We are mates, Hannah. And just as soon as we get this little problem taken care of, we will have a proper ceremony and mate as wolves.”

  One tear leaked from her eye. “This ‘little problem’ is all my doing. I’ve brought trouble to everyone, and danger.”

  “I won’t let you say that.” His voice was firm. “It could have happened to any of us. You were helping someone in jeopardy.”

  “But…”

  He touched one finger to her lips. “Hush. That’s enough. Tomorrow Derek and I will meet and decide where to go from here. But I promise to take care of you and keep you safe. Always.”

  “I’m so glad you spoke up for me tonight.”

  “Me too, little wolf.” He slid his now semi-soft cock from her tight clasp, rolled off the bed and reached out a hand to her. “Come. We need to shower, then get some sleep. I have a feeling tomorrow is going to be a long day.”

  Dawn was just spreading the first fingers of light when Hannah felt Rand’s warm hand caressing her naked hip.

  “Mmm,” she murmured, shifting her body slightly.

  “No, hold still,” he told her. “I’ve waited so long for you, I wonder if I’ll ever get enough of you.”

  “I hope not,” she teased, still only partially awake.

  “I want to mate with you in the woods.”

  Hannah thrilled at Rand’s words. She knew that a mating was not complete until the couple had mated in their wolf form.

  “I want that too.”

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  His hand slipped down to the cleft of her buttocks. “Did Derek fuck you here?”

  She tensed at his words. What was the right answer? Yes? No? She tried to think frantically of how to answer him.

  “It’s all right,” he soothed. “Just relax. You were so tight when I slid my finger inside you before. I don’t want to hurt you, that’s all.”

  Hannah buried her face in the pillow. “Yes.” The pillow muffled her voice. “He taught me that pleasure.”

  “Obviously not too often, or you wouldn’t be so tight.” Rand kissed the back of her neck, then licked it with his tongue. “Not to worry. Tonight I’m going to bring out that plug I told you about and we’ll start working on those inner muscles of yours. Would you like that?”

  Heat flooded through her, her liquid soaking her pussy and her breasts aching for his touch. That insistent pulse deep in her cunt increased from a flutter to a steady tempo.

  “Yes.” She still wasn’t bold enough to express herself in a firm voice. “Yes, I would.”

  “But meanwhile my cock wants to feel you around it. Right now. Let’s see how ready you are for me.”

  His hand slid from her hip down her thigh and then between her legs. He pulled one leg over his, resting it on his thigh, as he explored the folds of her cunt. The moment he touched her, her pussy began to spasm. She had to grit her teeth to maintain her control. How was it that this man could bring her to orgasm almost with a single touch?

  “It’s all right.” His mouth was close to her ear, his breath a warm breeze. “Let yourself go.”

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  He slipped one finger into her drenched pussy and immediately her inner muscles clenched around him. Her body stiffened and shook with a teasingly light orgasm, one that passed quickly but left her wanting more. Needing more. Rand pulled her leg even farther back, opening her wide, and continued to tease her cunt with his clever fingers.

  “I love the feel of your clit,” he said in a low, husky voice. “Such soft tissue that gets hard and swollen when I touch it. I can pinch the tip and liquid seeps from your delicious cunt.”

  His words were so erotic they were almost more stimulating than what he was doing to her. Hannah moaned and rocked her hips.

  “You like that, do you? I like making you feel like this.” His fingers sought her clit, pinching the tip of it as he talked, then rubbing the length of her slit. She wanted him inside her. She knew he had to be ready. She could feel the hardness of his cock against her thigh and the tiny bead of moisture that dropped onto her skin. What was he waiting for? Again she tried to urge him with her hips, pressing back against him, trying to rub herself against his erection. But still he held back, driving her higher on the plane of need but never giving her what she wanted.

  “Oh, please,” she cried. “I need you inside me.”

  He nipped her earlobe then soothed it with his tongue. “Tell me you’re mine,” he whispered roughly.

  “I am,” she moaned. “I’m yours.”

  “Mine,” he repeated, trailing his tongue down the side of her neck while his fingers continued alternately sliding in and out of her cunt and rubbing her clit. “All mine. Forever.”

  “Forever,” she agreed. Yes! She wanted to be his forever. But right now…

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  around his shaft and prodded the entrance to her pussy. The head pressed against her slick flesh and then he rolled his hips and drove into her with one plundering stroke.

  “Yesss!” she cried, pressing her hips back to take him even deeper. Rand moved his hand to press against her stomach, holding her in place, and bit down lightly on her shoulder. Hannah clenched her inner muscles around him, loving the feel of him stretching her pussy walls and filling her completely. In a moment he began to move slowly, thrusting and retreating, thrusting and retreating. With every movement he hit that sweet spot that ignited more flames inside her and intensified every pulsebeat in her body. His balls slapped against the back of her thighs as he drove in and out of her, and his tongue flicked the skin between his teeth in cadence with his strokes.

  The orgasm built low in her belly, a tightly wound coil that released and released, springing up through her body and sending those all-important messages to her pussy. Hannah tried to hold on to it as long as she could. Make it last. Rand slid his mouth across her shoulder to her neck, then back up to her ear. “God, your cunt is like a wet fist gripping my cock. This is so much more than just fucking, Hannah. This is us, making love together. Joining our bodies. Becoming one. You are mine!”

  With the last word he drove harder and took her over the edge and the climax rolled up through her with a mind of its own, the explosion unstoppable as it racked her with shudders. Inside her spasming vagina Rand’s cock flexed and pulsed, his cum spurting into the thin latex sheath. His hand continued to hold her in place as they jerked and quaked together. Ragged breathing split the air and Hannah could feel his heart thumping hard against her back.

  She had no idea how long they lay there, locked together in the aftermath of the orgasm, tiny quivers racing through her now and then. At last he withdrew, very slowly, the hand on her tummy moving in warm circles.

  “Be right back,” he murmured.

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  She heard him in the bathroom, soft sounds in the night, then he was back in bed spooning her against him. One large warm hand cupped a breast and his breath was a soft breeze against her skin.

  “Go to sleep, Hannah. You’re mine now. I’ll keep you safe.”


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  Chapter Three

  Gary Lisbon sat in a deep leather chair across from his boss. The study was on the top floor of Rogan Mueller’s huge home, the living quarters reached by a separate elevator from the enclosed foyer. The floor immediately below them housed living quarters for the staff that stayed on the premises, and the first floor contained the labs, places that Lisbon shuddered to think about. He knew what went on there in an abstract way, but he refused to allow himself to think of it as reality. Mueller had a highly developed brain and a personality that bordered on the egomaniacal. His work in genetic mutations could be called either horrific or farthinking, depending on whose point of view one took. Lisbon refused to let himself dwell on the realities of the years of experiments in search of new breeds and perfect human-animal combinations. The man paid extremely well and that was all he cared about.

  All the years he had worked for Mueller had ingrained a single fact in his head—

  the man never gave up and never lost. Anyone who thwarted him soon found himself dead or wishing he was. Lisbon was relieved that his evening’s work had proved fruitful and produced results. Too bad a few people had to suffer for it but as far as he was concerned, those were the breaks.

  “You have found her,” Mueller said, watching him.

  Lisbon nodded. “Her name and where she lives.”

  “Should I ask how you accomplished this?”