by Jaci Burton
Maybe that’s what really scared her about him. The fact that she couldn’t call the shots, that he stirred some need within her that she never even knew she possessed.
The need to be dominated, to give up her control to one person and one person only. Denial had kept that part of her safely buried for years, but now she dragged it out and faced it.
Dare she allow Max to explore that aspect of her? And what would happen if she gave it up to him? Would she ever be able to get it back? Would they ever return to equal footing?
“We seem to find ourselves on balconies a lot,” he said, moving behind her and whispering in her ear. His deep voice made her shiver, made her want things she wasn’t sure she should want.
“Yes, we do.”
Heat simmered between them, around them, mixing with the furious wind that stung her cheeks.
“Weather’s getting bad. You want to go inside?”
She shook her head. “No. I love this. It’s so primal, like communing with nature. Lame, I know, but I love stormy weather.”
His low, husky laugh rumbled against her back as he reached for her shoulders and pulled her against him. “It’s not lame at all. I love being outdoors no matter the weather. It’s like I’m a part of the elements.”
Max was the first man who truly understood how she felt. That was scary enough, let alone her body’s reaction to being near him.
He moved his hands up and down her arms, causing goose bumps to pop out on her skin.
“I’m going to touch your body, Shannon. Everywhere. I’m going to undress you out here, and I’m going to make love to you tonight.”
There was no question in his rough, insistent voice. He hadn’t asked. He’d told her what he was going to do. She opened her mouth to shout a vehement denial at not being given a choice, then closed it abruptly.
Wasn’t this what she wanted? To be taken, to give up the need to dominate every situation?
Instead of her natural inclination to argue the point, she remained silent.
She’d made her choice.
* * * * *
Max waited for the inevitable denial to break from Shannon’s lips, but she didn’t say a word. He’d felt her tense when he told her what he was going to do to her, but it was imperative that she understand how things were going to unfold between them He couldn’t form a mate-bond with her unless she accepted that he was the prime alpha of the pack.
Shit. She didn’t even know about him yet. By rights, he should explain to her who and what he was, and what his intentions were toward her. But he’d just gotten her to a point of calm acceptance. Riling her up now would only delay something they both needed desperately.
The sun had fully set, and in its place the moon climbed above the trees, a silvery ball so intense it hurt his eyes to look at it. He drew his power from the moon, and when it was full, he was at his most potent. Primal urges took over then. Urges that he had a difficult time controlling. Most often it didn’t matter. He could run them out, and if he wanted to fight there were always wolves around to engage in some rough play. But this was different. This was Shannon, who remained in the dark about what he was. He’d have to fight the pull of the moon, the primal desire to take without asking, to force her, if necessary.
As a wolf, his prime objective was to mate and impregnate the alpha female. He cringed at the thought of possibly doing that to Shannon when she didn’t really understand the implications of the act.
It wouldn’t be fair to burden her with a lifelong commitment to him if she wasn’t given the choice. But his body wasn’t interested in fairness right now, and it seemed to want to be in charge. Just standing this close to her was a lesson in patience. He wanted to shred her clothes, bend her over and impale her cunt with his cock. Arousal spread hot and heavy in his groin, hardening him and tightening his balls.
Her scent hung thick and heavy in his nostrils, despite the swirling wind around them. He laid his lips over her neck and drew in a breath of her sweet, musky smell.
The perfume of her desire, the scent of her aroused sex, oozed from her pores. She was primed and ready for his invasion.
The less civilized part of him threatened to surface and take what he’d already claimed as his. He fought back the primitive urges, determined to take things as slowly as possible for her. There would be time enough for savage passion later. Now, he wanted to savor every taste, every sigh, every moan drawn from her lips.
But when she sighed and finally relaxed against him, signaling her surrender to his control, he was hard pressed to keep the wolf within him at bay. The full moon and the desperate need to mate caused the change to begin. Tonight would be a constant struggle between the wolf and the man.
“Shannon,” he breathed, taking a long swipe of her neck with his tongue. His blood burned, his skin on fire as the physiological changes swept through him.
No! He wouldn’t allow it, not yet.
She reached up and clasped the back of his neck with the palm of her hand, arching her back and thrusting her breasts forward. Unable to resist, he slid his hands over her hips and along her ribcage, lifting the tank top over her belly, exposing her silken flesh.
What a flimsy excuse for a bra she wore. He hadn’t expected to find the lacy black bra underneath a casual top. He cupped his hands over the silken lace, flicking his thumbs across the thin fabric. Her nipples hardened to sharp points, her breasts swelling to fill his eager hands.
A gasp tore from her lips as he brushed his fingers over the thin fabric. Desperate for the feel of her bare skin, he grasped the center of the bra and ripped it in half, greedily capturing her breasts. She moaned when his fingers found her swollen nipples, the encouraging sound causing his cock to swell and grow. He rolled the hard tips of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, rewarded with her sharp cries of delight.
Her whimpers only drove his lust higher, forcing him to concentrate on remaining human. Once the beast within him surfaced, there’d be no turning back. His cock pressed painfully against his jeans, demanding to be embedded in the source of the musky heat surrounding them.
Regretfully, Max released Shannon’s breasts, slowly moving his hands down her ribcage and stomach until he found the button on her shorts. He popped it with his thumb, then drew the zipper down, pushing the impeding garment over her hips and toward the floor.
A tiny black scrap of material that he supposed one could call panties covered her mound, with two little strings resting on her hips.
Piece of cake. He reached for the sides and ripped them. A giggle escaped her lips, followed by a pant of pleasure as he drew the remnants of the garment away from her pussy.
He stood back and lifted the tank top off, then turned her around, positioning her so that the full moonlight bathed her naked body.
That first night on the balcony at the restaurant, he’d been more interested in sinking inside her welcoming cunt than doing much gazing. Tonight, he wanted to see her, to touch her skin and taste every inch of it.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, reaching behind her head to pull the clasp holding her hair up. Waves of silken sable fell over her shoulders and across her breasts. Turquoise eyes darkened as she kept her gaze focused on him.
“This isn’t fair,” she whispered, her voice filled with husky desire.
“What isn’t?”
“I want to see your body. I saw nothing of you that first night. Tonight, I want to see you naked.”
His heart slammed against his ribs. He only hoped that the body he presented her with could stay human through all this. Mentally tamping down the wild, raging beast within, he pulled off his T-shirt and slipped out of his jeans, then stood for her inspection. His cock sprang forward as if calling out to her.
Shannon looked down and her eyes widened as they centered on his shaft. “Wow,” she whispered, almost as if she hadn’t expected him to hear.
But he had, and felt a pride he’d never felt before. This was his woman, and she approved of
him. He took a step forward and pulled her into his arms, no longer able to stem the savage flow of desire for her. She came willingly into his arms and wound hers around his neck, pulling his face toward her parted lips.
His mouth came crashing down over hers, his tongue plunging between her open lips. She met his thrust by tangling her tongue around his and rocking her hips against his cock.
A sudden gust of wind shot around them, first hot, then blissfully cooling. Dark clouds sailed overhead, obliterating the light of the full moon entirely. Thunder cracked in the distance. Loud, ominous, the next clap closer than the one before.
Shannon tore her mouth away from his, her luminous eyes searching his face. “I…I can’t help it,” she cried, digging her nails into the skin of his shoulders.
He wanted to throw his head back and howl at the feel of her possessing him. He held back, instead sweeping his hand over her windswept hair and tracing the upper swells of her breasts with his other hand. “Don’t try to control it, Shannon. Let it run free. Let it go.”
She stilled and started to pull away, but he wrapped his arms around her.
“I can’t do this, it’s too much.” She pushed against his chest with the palms of her hand, but she was nowhere near a match for his strength.
“You can. You will. I want all of this.” He looked to the sky where lightning arced as bright as the moon’s glow, then met her concerned gaze.
It was the lack of control she feared, not the elements. He knew it, he felt her hesitation. He also felt a great need within her to let go of that control.
“Shannon,” he said, tipping her chin and keeping her focused on his face. “Give it to me.”
Chapter Ten
Shannon met the determined glint in Max’s golden eyes. Her fear warred with the greatest desire she’d ever felt.
Max was everything she never wanted—controlling and dominant. She knew if she gave it up now, she’d never get it back.
The problem was, with every caress, every kiss, she became less and less interested in keeping control over any aspect of her life.
She sure as hell wasn’t controlling the elements right now. From the dark skies to the blistering winds, she knew what was coming, and yet was powerless to stop it. Not now, not when she’d come this far.
For being one of the most momentous decisions of her life, the words slipped out easily. “Take it.”
A low growl escaped Max’s throat as he bent to her lips. He devoured her, body and soul, in a way she’d never expected to want. Now she not only wanted it, she needed it. Desperately.
He swept her into his arms and stepped through the doorway. Max left the door open and the whipping winds followed them inside, cooling the humid room. With one jerking motion, he yanked the spread off the bed and deposited her on the cool sheets.
Instead of climbing in the bed with her, he stood next to it, watching her. She marveled at his chiseled body, muscular in all the right places. A fine pelt of dark hair covered his chest, a nest of curls surrounding his magnificent cock.
She rolled to her side, at eye level with his shaft. Then she smiled and turned her gaze back to his, asking the silent question, but she already knew what his answer would be.
Max inhaled sharply, then circled his fingers around his cock, and leaned toward her. “Suck me.”
His command sparked spasms deep inside her pussy. She felt the moisture seep from her as she contemplated taking his huge tool in her mouth, knowing that soon it would be in her pussy. Filling her, taking her once again to those glorious heights where nothing else mattered but the two of them.
She flipped onto her back and scooted to the edge of the bed, letting her head tilt backward against the edge of the mattress. The position placed her mouth close to the engorged head of his cock. Looking up, she waited, her mouth open and her tongue darting out to lick her bottom lip.
One corner of Max’s lips curled into a wicked smile as he stroked his shaft slowly, then leaned in and fed it to her, inch by inch. The tip was buttery soft and she enveloped it with her lips, her tongue swirling over it to taste the sweet drops of pre-come. She surged forward, taking more of him, then moved back, letting it slide partially out.
No way could she get the whole thing inside, but Max kept hold of the base of his shaft and pumped it between her lips. Her pussy ached as she tasted him, pleasured him, rewarded with his groans of pleasure.
He threw his head back and shuddered as she reached for the twin sacks dangling underneath his shaft, cupping and caressing them as she sucked as much of him as she could. Then he leaned forward and rested one hand near her hips, the other sliding between her legs.
Instinctively she spread her thighs wider to give him access. His fingers probed her sex, dipping into her moisture and then moving upward toward her clit. She moaned against his shaft as he circled the distended nub, then rubbed it between his fingers. Sparks of intense pleasure nearly shot her off the bed and her body broke out in a sweat.
She called forth the wind and rain, knowing its intensity could be dangerous, but she didn’t care. She was on fire, in desperate need of cooling relief. Lightning shot into the room and arced across the ceiling as if frozen in time. Then a burst of rain showered over them, soaking them both.
She tensed, waiting for Max’s reaction. He looked down at her then laughed hard, shaking his head like a wet dog and spraying even more water over them. It wasn’t until this moment that she realized how much it meant to her that he accepted her magic, that he didn’t look at her like a bizarre mutant or someone to be feared. She’d always worried about her powers, though she didn’t fight them as much as Logan did. Still, having Max’s approval meant everything to her right now.
He plunged his fingers inside her, dipping slowly and easily until she was going crazy with the need to fucked. Relentless, he maintained gentle strokes, dipping into her pussy and then petting her clit until she wanted to scream at him to fuck her hard and fast. She whimpered, already near a climax.
Quickly, he pulled his fingers out and moved away, removing his shaft from her lips. “Get up and turn around. I want you on your hands and knees.”
Heat burst low in her belly. She sat up and turned, facing the wall on all fours, and waited. Max pressed his thighs against the side of the bed and pulled her hips toward him. His cock probed between her legs, the shaft rubbing against her aching pussy.
“Tell me how you want it,” he said, his voice strained with a need she understood all too well.
“Hard. Fast and hard.”
His nails dug into her hips as he settled against her. With one quick thrust, he embedded his cock deep, giving her exactly what she’d asked for.
Max held tight to Shannon’s hips, afraid of so many things he could barely concentrate. The tightly leashed control he had over the wolf was slipping, quickly being replaced by a primal urge to fuck her as the beast he was, to mate with her in his natural form.
But he couldn’t, wouldn’t, until she became one with him. He’d have to tell her, but later. Not now, not when his seed hovered tight and ready inside his straining balls, eager to spurt forth within her in the hopes of creating life. He pulled back and slammed hard against her, propelling her forward on the rain-slicked mattress.
The room was a mess, the covers soaked and flying around the room as a maelstrom of wind, lightning and rain poured over them. He reveled in the elements, knowing they were Shannon’s passion, her desire for him pouring out of her being. And he meant to give her the greatest pleasure she’d ever received.
He slid his fingers against her pussy, drawing away the copious juices of her desire. Spreading her nectar over the puckered rosette bared between her buttocks, he gently probed her entrance, rewarded with a grunt of pleasure and a shriek as he slipped one finger inside her.
Fucking her this way was driving him mad with animal lust. But dammit, he was stronger than the wolf, capable of maintaining control just this once. For Shannon, to make it good for her. To
give her what he’d needed to give her since the first moment he’d laid eyes on her picture in the magazine.
With equal fervor he moved his cock in and out of her pussy, watching her moisture cling to his shaft when he withdrew. He fucked her ass with his finger, embedding it deep inside her tight cavern as he once again thrust hard into her cunt.
“Max, please,” she cried, bucking against him like a wild beast, crying out his name and uttering begging whimpers. She tightened and pulsed around him and he knew it wouldn’t be long now.
“Shh, pet, I know what you need. You want to come.”
“Yes,” she whispered, her voice low, tense, her back arching as she fucked him back as hard as he was giving it to her. “Make me come, Max. Make me scream.”
The control burst and he let the beast loose as he neared the end, feeling the boiling, burning pain of the change. He’d let it half out, and that was all he’d allow right now. Shannon wouldn’t see, she wouldn’t know. He’d control enough of it that she’d never know the difference.
His nails drew out into claws, fur popping up on his hands and forearms. His teeth lengthened, his facial structure changing as his nose and jaw elongated. He let out a fierce growl as Shannon’s pussy squeezed his cock tight, then thrust against her until she cried with pleasure.
Shannon clawed at the mattress as she lifted her ass higher, allowing him to penetrate her deeper with both his cock and his finger. He felt the contractions around his shaft as the first waves of her orgasm overtook her.
A keening wail rent the storm-laden air as she climaxed hard and fast, soaking his cock with her juices and squeezing him in her vise-like grip until he couldn’t help but let go. He held his palms over her, refusing to mar her skin with the beast’s claws as he growled, leaned over her and sank his teeth into her shoulder as gently as he could, shuddering as his seed shot deep inside her.
The spasms within her cunt had no more subsided than the force of his pummeling orgasm sent her over the edge again. She screamed and bucked up, but he held her in place with his teeth as he rode out the thundering orgasm.