Claiming Kristen

by Jenny Penn

  “Or maybe I’ll just take care of it myself,” Kristen whispered. Slipping her fingers between her slick folds, she found her clit. Knowing just how to rub the tender bud so that the ache in her pussy only sweetened, Kristen rolled the sensitive flesh under her finger in slow, hypnotic circles. Combined with the thickening scent of Jakob’s arousal, the pleasure flowing through her went deeper than a simple physical sensation.

  Strangely comforted and satisfied despite the ache slowly tightening the walls of her cunt, Kristen sighed, melting down into the bed. A glance back over her shoulder found Jakob glaring down at her cunt while his fist pumped his own slickening cock. The sight of his engorged dick pointing right at her caused an echoing ripple of need to course through her pussy, sending a thick wave of cream running down her thigh.

  Jakob’s nostrils flared, his gaze narrowing, and Kristen could see his fingers flex, strangling his cock for a second. Whatever control held him back, she dared to snap it. Leaving her clit alone, Kristen used her fingers to spread her pussy lips wide, arching her back even more until her hips tilted in the perfect angle for him to step up to the edge of the bed and mount her. Then she challenged him with a smug smile Kristen knew would break his hold.

  “Aren’t you going to prove to me I can trust you?” Jakob snarled and surged forward, releasing his cock to grip her hips. Kristen’s fingers fell away from her folds as all thoughts of the game or any kind of revenge disappeared under the exquisite pressure of his inflamed cock head pressing on the core of her cunt. Then the heat seared over the walls of her pussy as they stretched wide over the satiny grind of Jakob’s hard dick impaling itself full-length into her cunt with one brutal thrust.

  A scream tore out of her throat at his sudden penetration. The high-pitched sound clenching as her fingers tightened on the sheets before a rapturous spasm washed away the sudden tension. It came back with the long, sensual slide of Jakob’s cock retreating, leaving her pussy spasming frantically over nothing but air. Her moan of denial twisted back into a shriek as he hammered himself deep into her.

  “You can trust me, Kristen.” Jakob’s snarl breathed hot and husky over her shoulder as his chin dipped down to leave his lips whispering against her ear. “You can trust that you’re going to regret playing with me.”

  Kristen didn’t think so, but didn’t argue the point when his arms lifted and he straightened up. With his feet planted on the floor, he had all the leverage he needed to drive Kristen’s breathless groans into squeals time and time again. If she could have caught her breath, she would have laughed with the joy of riding out the glorious storm of hip-pounding thrusts Jakob threw at her as he fucked her good, hard, and deep into the mattress.

  He took her with a savagery that only fueled Kristen’s own primal urge to be possessed, owned, and mastered. Lost in the euphoric rush of being free of all control, Kristen felt herself get swept away by the orgasm that crashed through her, the force and pleasure magnified by her own submission. Kristen screamed out Jakob’s name as the impact of her release held her tense for barely a second before her body succumbed to the writhing spasms that tore through her.

  Collapsing against the mattress, Kristen sighed. Savoring every wicked thrill blissfully curling over her, she lost sense of time or reality until the sensations slowly ebbed, leaving her wiped out on the bed like a boneless doll. In comparison Jakob felt hard, stiff, and still thick as he filled out her pussy.

  The fullness that had recently brought her such delight now mildly irritated her as it forced the still-shuddering walls of her cunt to continue to dance with a pressure Kristen didn’t have the energy to enjoy right then. Burrowing deeper into the comforter in a subtle withdrawal, Kristen gave Jakob a more pointed hint when she yawned.

  “Thank you. That was very niceeeeee…” Kristen’s whispered gratitude ended with a shriek as she found herself suddenly jerked straight. Slamming into the hard chest that curved down to meet her, the wind slipped from her throat in a gasp as the world rotated around her. Before she could recover her breath, her heart stopped, seizing her lungs as Kristen found herself suddenly sitting straight up.

  He’d rolled her with such speed, she didn’t have time to brace herself for the sudden impact of being impaled on Jakob’s lap. With her ass nestled into his groin and her legs trapped between his steelhardened thighs, there was no room for the swollen cock now stretching her pussy to full capacity.

  Kristen worked to get air into her lungs, trying desperately to adjust spirally spikes of pleasure so sharp it almost hurt to endure. It was too much for her satiated body to accommodate. The dark curl of Jakob’s snarl told her he knew and didn’t care, intent on forcing her to enjoy every wicked torment he could think up.

  “This is the problem with your plan,” Jakob growled, one hand shifting from her hip to her back. The gentleness of his palm pressing against her didn’t disguise the strength and determination as he bent her forward. “I don’t get to come. I don’t exactly have any reason to stop, do I?”

  “Oh,” Kristen moaned, more than hearing the threat in his words. With every whispered one, she dipped another inch, the motion tightening her cunt around his cock and making it bend with her. The steel-hardened dick didn’t budge without protest, shifting and rubbing against her tender walls until nearly his full weight ground down on the sweetest spot of all.

  “Jakob, please,” Kristen gasped, trying to gulp in air as her tired body roused, tense and frustrated by the pleasure swamping back through her.

  “Yeah, that’s what I’m here to do.” Jakob growled, a dark and dangerous sound that matched the ruthless intent of his fingers forcing themselves between her thighs. “I’m here to please you. All night long.”

  Kristen’s eyes nearly bugged out of her head as those three little last words sank in. Then she forgot to fear the torment coming as it arrived in the form of a callused fingertip pressing down into her slit to trap her clit beneath its hard press. With one roll, he made her hips jerk and the cock buried inside her thump against the wall of her pussy, unleashing a spasm of delight that raced from her cunt right up her spine to leave her head whirling with sparkly bubbles of joy.

  “Oh, yeah,” Kristen sighed, finding a smile. “This is worth staying up for.”

  * * * *

  Apparently, Jakob didn’t appreciate her good mood because it made him snarl. Suddenly, she was whipped back up against his chest, his knees hooking under hers to spread her cunt wide. The motion felt delicious, but it left her aching for the overwhelming fullness the other position teased her with. The only thing that could have been better would be for Kort to be there, fucking her ass and making her howl from the decadence of riding two cocks at once.

  There was one way to get more out of the moment, egg Jakob’s temper on. A feat that wouldn’t be hard for Kristen to pull off. All it took was a giggle and little teasing. “Wouldn’t this position be better in front of a mirror?”

  “Still full of sass. How about now?”

  Jakob snapped a second before his palm slapped down right over the sensitive folds of her pussy. Stretched wide by his cock, there wasn’t a single inch of her tender flesh that wasn’t exposed to the sudden explosion of heat that rocked her cunt with a shudder of painful delight.

  “What you got to say about that?”

  Kristen licked her lips and arched her hips in a plea that matched the moan falling from her lips. “More.”

  Jakob grunted, a sound that got lost in the high note Kristen hit as the heel of his hand cracked over her clit, making it burn and tingle all at once. The sensation bloomed through her body, leaving her twisting and panting between blows as Jakob took her right to the edge of a second climax.

  “Please, Jakob, just one more.”

  Kristen begged him now, unconcerned with anything but the mindless need to reach the release so near she could feel its sharp edges clawing at her body. The flash of rapture didn’t come, leaving her groaning in denial. The sound twisted into an endless moan
as Jakob’s knees released her, only to smash them back together, and suddenly she was being bent back over.

  “Hands on the floor, cupcake,” Jakob growled, his own fingers forcing her so low that Kristen had little choice but to catch herself before she toppled over and right off the cock keeping her dream of an orgasm alive. “That’s it, darling. You’re going to work for your treat.”

  Before those words could even make sense, Jakob’s hand thrust between the tight V of her legs and captured her clit, still throbbing from his paddling. Jakob didn’t treat her tender bud any gentler this time, but began massaging it with rough, relentless rolls of his finger. Kristen jerked under the brutal lash of pleasure, making the dick inside her jerk and pound against the stretched wall of her cunt.

  The motion unleashed whorls of euphoric delight, giving her enough determination to lift up on her tired arms, enough so Kristen could lift her hips and pump the silk-covered cock filling her right over the magical spot that made her eyes roll back and drool gather around the edges of her lips.

  “Oh, baby,” Jakob groaned, driving her motions wilder with the merciless grind of his finger. “Go on and fuck me. I think I might get this little clit pierced and make you ride me like this all over again. Next time in front of a mirror.”

  Kristen had no idea what Jakob said, but the husky pant of his voice curled around her like a caress, freeing her of all worries as his cock hit her special spot one last time and ecstasy blasted through her. With no breath left to scream, Kristen gasped out her pleasure, feeling her whole body tense and tremble under the awesome weight of a soul-deep release.

  The sensation was almost immediately followed by bone-deep tiredness. She probably would have collapsed right there and toppled to the floor if Jakob’s hands hadn’t caught her. Shifting his grip to her hips, he snarled.

  “I don’t think so, cupcake. We ain’t done yet.”

  Kristen found she did have the ability to still scream when Jakob lifted her until the bulbous head of his cock stretched the clenched muscles of her opening. Then, barely giving her the time to draw a breath in, he slammed her back down his length, dousing the dying embers of her last release with a bolt of pure fuel.

  Her eyes watered, running over with tears that spilled down her cheeks as her mate forced her to ride him fast and furiously, driving her exhausted body back into a writhing fit of endless need. With her fingers digging into his legs, she tried to find the strength in her arms to brace herself for the constant flow of pounding thrusts, but it was hopeless. Kristen had nothing left to fight off the lust consuming her, not even the strength to cry out as another orgasm crested over her.

  Out of breath, out of strength, and out of any ability to defend herself for whatever Jakob planned next, Kristen could only pray that he intended to settle her into the bed for a nice long nap as he lifted her clear of his still-hard shaft. Being turned in midair didn’t alarm her sleepy senses.

  They preferred to rejoice at being lowered back onto the mattress until she landed only half stretched out on the soft bedding. Her lower half draped over the sharp ridges and hard planes of Jakob’s chest, her knees butting up against his arms and his hot breath teasing the moist lips of her pussy.

  “Jakob?” Kristen whispered through the alarms ringing in her head. “W…wha…what—”

  “Suck it up, cupcake.” Jakob’s sharp-edged voice cut through her stutters like a blade through butter.

  The strength and conviction in his tone stood in stark contrast to the weak wobble of her own, a reflection of the differences in their bodies. While Jakob remained tense, his motions full of constrained aggression, Kristen couldn’t muster the smallest amount of energy to try and squirm away or even resist the hands holding her hips over his head.

  Even her mind had turned to jellified mush, unable to catch a thought much less rally any kind of response to see herself freed. All she could muster was a whimpered plea at the first brushing kiss of his lips over the folds of her pussy.

  “Please,” the word whispered out of her as Kristen’s tired body began to tense anew.

  “Yep,” Jakob whispered. “That’s what this is all about. Pleasing you. Now spread them legs wider, baby, and let’s see how many orgasms it takes to make you pass out.”It took eight. Eight straight climaxes, not counting the ones Jakob had gifted her before his control had almost snapped and he had to shift from wearing out her pussy with his dick to tormenting her with his tongue. By far, pulling his throbbing cock out of her tight cunt had been the most difficult challenge Jakob had ever faced.

  Actually, the second most difficult because Kristen made a tempting picture spread out over her sheets, naked and vulnerable. All he had to do was take the plunge. Even if she woke up, Jakob knew she wouldn’t be complaining. It had been nearly a half hour since Kristen had been capable of forming coherent words.

  Of course, that wouldn’t last. Come tomorrow she’d find some nasty ones for him if Jakob gave in to the urge and broke their agreement. It would be what she deserved for putting him through this hell. That’s exactly where Jakob had ended the night, with his balls rock hard and feeling like they were filled with tiny shards of glass that made every movement a painfully horrifying experience.

  Not that he hadn’t known it was coming. From the moment she’d made her offer on the porch, Jakob could see what Kristen intended. It wouldn’t be enough to simply prove to her that he could control himself. The woman wanted him to suffer.

  Well, she’d gotten her wish. If he hadn’t been in so much pain, Jakob might have admired how Kristen had managed to come up with a revenge that was neither bloody nor deadly but immeasurably more painful. A very feral part of him did take pleasure in how clever his mate was.

  It wasn’t in the wolf’s nature to forgive. When it hurt, it lashed out. Too easily that impulse could turn destructive, but Kristen had instead chosen to be productive. As much as it might test every bit of his strength to deny himself, Jakob could see the positive in the fact that she let him touch her.

  Kristen wouldn’t, if she didn’t already trust him, already desire him. Whether she knew it or not, any intimacy they shared would only tighten the bond between them. It shouldn’t take too long for her to grow tired of this game, to ache with the kind of completion that would only come when she held both Kort and him deep within her body, all three of them finding release at the same moment.

  Of course, Jakob smirked, that desire would overwhelm her a lot more quickly if he stopped by his house tomorrow for some toys that really taught her how unsatisfying a regular old climax could be. Whatever it took, no matter how badly he suffered in the meantime, Jakob swore he’d win this game in the end.

  “Hey, sleepyhead. Don’t you have a bed for that?” Chapter 19Not anymore. Not for the past two weeks. Then again who needed to sleep in a bed when they could nap bent over their desk at the office. Kristen was sure the back pain and neck cramp were purely superficial. At any moment now, she’d get the feeling back in her feet.

  Kristen kept that grumpy rejoinder to herself as she lifted her head from the book it found comfortable enough a moment before. There would be no point in bitching at Peter or anybody else for her current predicament. She’d been the one to cause it. Now she was the one suffering, which seemed right in a cosmic kind of way.

  It also seemed kind of ironic that after two straight weeks of having every wanton appetite filled Kristen found herself restless and hungry for more. She’d spent every lunch break stretched out naked in the bed of Kort’s truck for his feasting. Then every evening after dinner, Kristen found herself similarly served up naked in a softer bed for Jakob’s voracious appetite.

  Between the two of them, Kristen was worn out, but not half as satisfied as she’d figured on being. The whole point to her revenge had been to make Jakob and Kort suffer. She was supposed to be gliding about all happy and satisfied. Instead of leaving her glowing, though, her orgasms had only grown shallower and increasingly unfulfilling. Sure, they fel
t far beyond any other pleasure she’d ever known, but they just didn’t satisfy.

  Not that Kristen held any hope that meant she might be growing tired of her mates. Just the opposite, Kristen’s need for them only grew stronger. And it wasn’t just sex. That part frightened her the most. She’d tried to hide from the truth, but couldn’t deny that she woke up depressingly alone and anxious just to see them, to be near them.

  “You fading out?” Peter’s voice pulled her back from the whirlpool of thoughts that constantly tried to drag her under. “Am I that boring or you that tired?”

  “Sorry.” Kristen offered her business partner a half smile. Peter looked as chipper as he sounded and as handsome as always. “I’ve been having trouble sleeping.”

  “Well, I got the cure right here.” Peter slipped all the way into the room, revealing the two cups of coffee he’d obviously picked up at the little café in the lobby of their building. That was the thing that she always liked about Peter. He was thoughtful. It had helped their relationship, too, that he’d known about things like werewolves long before he’d met her.

  “Straight up, no fuss.” Peter deposited one of the large coffees right in front of her. Kristen savored the heady steam seeping from the cup, the scent alone invigorating her.

  “You,” Kristen saluted Peter with her cup, “are a god.” “Not hardly.” Peter smirked, settling into a seat on the other side of her desk. He sipped his own coffee as he glanced over the papers spread out all over. “The Richard Payne case? I thought this was going to be an easy one for you.”

  “It could be,” she admitted, shrugging off Peter’s curious look. “The prosecutor has a weak case. He knows it.”