by Crystal Dawn
Jude couldn’t even move it had taken that much out of him. Sated, he was ready to sleep but they had to finish cleaning up and dry off. He squeezed some soap into his hand and began to soap his female down. Once he had her squeaky clean, he washed himself. His large bed with the soft clean sheets called to him so he got out then helped Mal out. Drying her off, he next dried himself. There was no need to wear anything to bed since he’d just have to take it off later. Naked, they slid into bed then cuddled up in each other’s arms.
He pulled a sheet over them since it was too warm for a blanket. Mal must have been tired because he could tell by her soft even breathing she was already asleep. There was nothing to do now but join her. She made him feel at peace in a way he wasn’t sure he’d even felt as a pup. His female had been claimed and she would never escape him now. Jude fell asleep with a smile on his face.
Chapter 7
Love or Leave
Mal felt warmth soak into her and a delightful scent washed over her. Her mind replayed last night, making her wonder for a moment if it was a beautiful dream. She didn’t know what was coming over her lately in relation to Jude. He’d fucked up badly, but she’d barely made him pay for his mistake. Her nature was forgiving but not usually until a little suffering was unloaded on the miscreant. It was fair to pay back pain for pain but she’d gone easy on Jude, even though his behavior had been atrocious.
“Hey, stop thinking so hard. I can hear the wheels turning in your mind.”
“I’m not sure where this thing between us is headed.”
“The problem is you know exactly where this is headed.”
Mal shivered as Jude’s hand stroked down her shoulder. “I don’t know what you mean.”
Jude chuckled. “Mm, you know Baby.”
Mal realized he was in it for the long haul which scared her more than a one night stand with him would have. She didn’t want a mate, did she? Jude was certainly attractive and appealing enough. She felt his cock sliding against her ass as he pressed against her. Automatically her body pressed back into him. The feeling was marvelous. His hand moved the sheet that had slid down to block his possession of her. His hand moved his hard shaft into position before it started pressing its way into her.
“Yesss!” Mal screamed as he was fully seated. Jude just groaned his pleasure. For a moment they just shared the pleasure frozen in their positions. Then Jude began to move slowly at first before he picked up speed. Soon he was pounding into her.
One hand on her hip held her still as he hammered in and out. Sweat coated them causing him to slide as he came into contact with her. As their bodies slammed together, slapping sounds echoed through the room. Tension built until they were both wound tightly just waiting for their release. Her breath caught in her throat, her heart pounded in her chest, her body clenched, and squeezed as the start of her orgasm pulsed through her.
Never had she felt anything so amazing in her life. Jude stiffened behind her in reaction to her squeezing his rod and the approaching orgasm he couldn’t deny. He growled as it began to roll through him. Mal moaned, nothing was going to hold this back now. She was totally out of her mind feeling rather than thinking. A scream was ripped from her as the climax was so powerful there was an edge of pain to it.
Jude bellowed something that sounded like her name as he slammed deep inside her. She could feel the heat of his seed as it coated her channel. Mal collapsed forward on the bed with Jude leaning against her. Would she be able to get up anytime soon when her legs felt like rubber and she wanted to sleep for another eight hours? That bout of Olympic sex had sated her but also left her exhausted. He didn’t seem like he had any more energy than she did. They fell back to sleep only to wake up again two hours later refreshed, reenergized, and ready to go.
They showered before drying off then dressing. Now they made their way out to the private dining room hungry enough to wipe out two plates of food each. Once they made it to the table they found a few late breakfast or early lunch diners lingering over their meals. A couple of them were at the table they sat at. Alex and Frankie were completely immersed in an argument. The two were so involved in their debate that they didn’t even look up.
Even though she tried not to hear their words, she heard enough to know that Alex was still trying to get her to bed and she was still refusing him. Since they were both done eating, Alex stood looking down at Frankie. “Fine, I’ll find what I need elsewhere.”
“Do that for all I care.” Frankie growled at him, as she stood and marched to the back door heading outside. Alex stood there looking surprised for a moment before he turned heading the other way.
“We weren’t that bad, were we?” Jude asked.
Mal scrutinized him. “You were.”
“Are you saying it was all my fault?”
“Yes.”
“Alright. Maybe it was.” Jude admitted with a chuckle. After all, he had allowed himself to fall for a pack of lies.
Servers brought their drinks and took their orders. The caffeine in the coffee didn’t really do anything for her now as a wolf, but it must have been the memory of what it once did that gave her the jolt. The food came quickly so they ate gobbling down their meal as though they were starved.
“So what do we have planned today?” Jude asked.
Mal looked up noticing he had cleaned his plate. She still had a few bites left since she couldn’t and didn’t even try to eat as fast as he did. “I don’t know. The site is done and requires almost no work since everything is automatic. There’s not much I need to do here. I will have to get some work done on my other jobs.”
“Right now I think we’re in wait and see mode until some Intel comes in. It could give us a chance to spend some time together. Hell!”
“What?”
“We’d best hurry to see if we can catch the training.”
“Shit!”
They hurried hoping to catch at least part of the fight. A crowd had gathered but there was more of an air of expectation than any sign that something exciting was going on. There were some younger wolves sparring while some of the newcomers were stretching and warming up. Alex and Frankie were among those preparing for a fight. Relief rushed through her as she realized they hadn’t missed a thing yet. There seemed to be a separation between male and female among the fighters preparing and Mal wondered if the fighting would be that way too.
The young guards finished up their training so now everyone waited with bated breath for Frankie and Alex to begin their battle. Alex stepped into the circle, bare chested, his brown eyes lit with his vampire essence. Lean and well-muscled, he would have strength and speed in his favor. Old as dirt, he would have power immeasurable having gained it year by year. His dark hair was tousled giving him a boyish sexy look that Mal had to admit was appealing. Not so much so as she found Jude, but she could see the attraction he held for females.
Frankie stepped into the circle her hair in a ponytail. She wore an exercise bra with nothing over it and three quarter length sweat pants. Her tennis shoes were bright green which drew attention, but it was her streamlined body that received the most looks from males. It would be her speed, her viciousness, and her training that might allow her to match Alex in this battle. They stood taking stock of each other, weighing strengths and weaknesses.
It was a complete surprise when Frankie moved in like lightening kicking Alex in the gut doubling him over then retreating out of his range. “Not nice, little she-wolf.” Alex tsked.
“Nothing you wouldn’t do, old one, if you were fast enough.” Frankie taunted.
Alex moved fast too, but not fast enough allowing Frankie to avoid a punch to the jaw. Instead, she did a sweep kick dropping him to the ground then retreated. Alex jumped up, ready for anything. Frankie danced around hard to follow. It made Mal a little dizzy trying to follow her movements. A quick jab here and there, some landing, some not as Alex found himself the recipient of small painful punches. Alex finally got in a small kick but it was c
lear he was holding back. He wouldn’t win that way.
Frankie looked pissed now that she realized he wasn’t giving it his all. She picked up the action hitting and kicking at Alex. Even he had to see how angry she was and why. Alex tried to get to her, maybe trying to turn it into a wrestling match instead, but she managed to avoid him. The crowd was losing interest since little was happening, when suddenly in the blink of an eye Alex had Frankie on the ground beneath him. It looked more like they were in the middle of an intimate act than wrestling. In another flash, he had them both standing face to face, as he held her wrists together behind her back. It appeared the fight was over until Frankie smashed her foot down on his instep causing him to let her go.
Without hesitation she kneed him between the legs then as he bent over she slammed her knee into his head dropping him to the ground. Maybe Alex had held back, but Frankie hadn’t. Her viciousness had been unexpected, but she just left him lying on the ground moaning. Had she been human, what she did, would have been impossible. If Alex had been giving it his all, it was unlikely it would have happened either.
Tudor moved forward chanting briefly. Alex stood, as if he’d not been injured. Healing magic like that was rare. Others who had healing magic that Mal had heard of healed in a slower manner like white wolves. The ancient vampire looked at Tudor sheepishly. Perhaps he would stop aggravating Frankie since he now saw she would make him pay.
Mal looked after Frankie’s retreating form, appreciating the way Ari’s males jumped out of her way now. Even if Alex wasn’t fighting all out, Frankie had still won their respect.
“You sure know how to piss the ladies off.” Tudor observed shaking his head and grinning.
“Just a certain lady. The rest of them swoon when I walk by.” Alex, the arrogant vampire, said.
“Yeah, but that one makes you swoon.” Jackson answered laughing hard. Alex glared at him, but it didn’t seem to worry him much.
“Who is going to fight next?” Tank asked. Mal hadn’t even seen the gentle giant standing in the background. It wasn’t his way to draw attention unless it was needed for the task he had set before him.
“I’ll take on Mal if she isn’t too chicken.” Harm yelled.
“I’ll take that dare, but don’t expect me to take it easy on your pretty face.” Mal screamed back.
“Wouldn’t dream of it since I won’t give your ugly mug a break.”
“That’s alright, Princess. You look like you need a good workout. They have you riding a desk?”
“More than I like.”
Mal slipped off her T-shirt to fight in her workout clothes. She was wearing the capri-length sweats which allowed easy movement and the workout bra which covered and held everything in place. “Let’s do this.”
They quickly assessed each other finding little changed since the last time they had fought. Just like the scrappers they were they jumped right in with little concern for bruises or injuries. There were no intentions of serious wounds but when they were through, everyone would know they had fought. Mal went for a kick to the head that Harm ducked. Harm came back with an elbow to her gut that she blocked before returning a sweeping kick that knocked Harm to the ground. As Harm hit the ground, Mal jumped on top of her letting Harm cushion the fall. There was a woosh as all the air was knocked out of Harm and Mal got in a couple bruising hits to the ribs.
They rolled and Harm was on top punching Mal’s ribs. Their technique at this point wasn’t all that different from what they’d used as young kids when they’d wrestled and fought over anything and everything. Finally they were tired of punching each other in a free for all so they broke apart to get back on their feet. Both of them were breathing hard, covered with sweat, and Harm looked rough so Mal figured she did too.
“Want to concede? It’s not like you fight worth a damn anyway.” Harm jeered.
“Maybe not but I’m better than you. Even turning wolf hasn’t improved your shitty style.” Mal returned.
They stepped closer giving the impression they would be right back at it but Mal grabbed Harm pulling her into a hug. “Why don’t we let someone else have some fun?” Harm suggested.
“Yeah, I need a shower anyway.” Mal said as she stepped up to Jude who stared at them stunned. “What? Didn’t you ever fight with your brother?”
“Not like that. I’ve never seen that type of freestyle battling before.” Jude admitted.
“It’s hillbilly scrapping.” Harm said with a laugh.
“Never heard of it. Is that a real style?”
“No it’s just a nickname. It’s how we fought as kids. Kinda like anything goes.” That seemed to satisfy Jude and he led her away to his room.
“You know that really turned me on.”
“Yeah, you mean two girls fighting?”
“Fuck yeah, when one of them is you.”
“You know how to sweet talk a girl when you want to.”
“I’ll do more than that. When we get to the bathroom I’m going to fuck you hard up against the shower wall until you scream my name.”
“I’m game.” She was too. Never had anything sounded better than a warm shower with this hot male. Mal would get clean and satisfied at the same time. Maybe they could even take a nap before they had a late lunch. Right now with the lull in between attacks, life wasn’t too bad.
They made it through the door, stripping before it was even shut. She’d left her shirt out on the ground, but it was one less thing to take off. Mal ran for the shower turning it on just before Jude got there. The water heated in seconds and she stepped beneath the spray that hit her from all sides and above. How decadent it was to be coddled this way.
Jude lathered up his hands with shampoo then started to massage it into her hair. Gentle, but firm, she loved the feel of it. Pushing her under the water until she was rinsed off, he applied conditioner to her long bleached blonde locks. She regretted her impulsive decision to dye her hair to annoy him. Her silky long black hair had always been her best feature and a point of pride with her. This male always seemed to make her act out of character.
Even now she was letting him take care of her, something she never did. She was enjoying it too. He’d washed her back working down her ass, cupping her cheeks, before moving down her legs. Her body luxuriated under his gentle touch and magic fingers. Now he was about to wash her front, while just the thought of that made her shiver. He lathered his hands, then started at her neck working his way to her breasts. Soaping them didn’t take long, but he stayed there awhile to play. Cupping, then squeezing her breasts, he also pinched and rolled her nipples between his fingers until they were sensitive.
Her moan only seemed to encourage him to lavish more attention on her breasts but she wanted him inside her too. His hand wandered down her stomach then he dropped to his knees to wash her legs, working himself back up to the area he’d neglected. Mal almost jumped out of her skin when he went straight to her folds, slipping in with ease. The soapy slide was heavenly bringing her near orgasm quickly. Jude seemed to sense it, making him slide a finger inside her while his thumb continued the movement until she stiffened. Screaming his name, just like he said she would, as her climax rolled over her.
Before she’d even recovered he pushed her under the spray rinsing her from head to toe while he washed himself quickly. Jude rinsed off then led her out of the shower still in a daze from the wonderful release he’d given her. They dried off then they laid down on the bed. Mal stroked down Jude’s body appreciating every delightful bulge of muscle and dip that he had. Her mouth followed her hands until she’d made her way down to where his cock bobbed in front of her face. Her hand reached out to grasp it holding it still so her tongue could remove the glistening drop of dew on the end.
Jude jerked as he moaned in response to the touch of her wet tongue. As much as she wanted to wrap her lips around his purple engorged cockhead she wanted to sink down on it more. Mal slid on top of him then sank deeper until he was ball’s deep. She started rid
ing him, faster and harder until they were both skirting the razor’s edge of an orgasm.
“Goddess!” he exclaimed making her realize about to explode.
She slid down again hard, rocking her body against him. He made an inhuman sound before shooting his cum into her. Mal clutched and clenched his cock as he continued to empty his essence into her until he pumped but nothing else came out. Once she was sure he had nothing else to give, she rolled off him to lay at his side breathing heavy and covered with sweat.
It was a good time for a nap, or so she thought as they were both tired and already on his bed. Before they started to fall asleep she saw he was once again sporting a hard on. “How?” She asked.
He made no attempt to pretend to misunderstand. “I’m a wolf. Our endurance and stamina is much greater than humans and even other supes. Vampires come close.” He said with a smirk, but he was confident, seeming happy with her surprise at his quip. Masculine satisfaction radiated off him. She’d never understand the male animal, human or otherwise.
They would go to sleep soon, but she refused to leave him in his current condition. She had always heard it was hard on a man, making her sure it was just as hard on a supe male. Her hand inched toward him under the covers until wrapped around his hard thick staff. Stroking him a couple times made him hard as steel. Mal slipped her head under the covers as Jude hissed out his breath. He must suspect what was coming but he’d be screaming soon.
Her hands cupped his balls gently squeezing them. She moved her mouth down between his legs, sucking in one ball at a time and running her tongue over it. Jude writhed, poor guy was sensitive or at least his balls were. Letting his ball pop out of her mouth, she moved to the base of his cock, running her tongue from there to the slit on his cockhead where she licked off the shiny dew that threatened to fall. Jude jerked. Now she sank her mouth down his shaft before hollowing her cheeks then setting a rhythm going lower every time.