She heard him squirt more soap out, and after a brief moment, felt the nudge of his cockhead between her ass cheeks. He slipped down, slowly opening her folds.
She wasn’t moist enough, she knew, to accommodate his huge length. Biting her lip, she expected pain and braced for it. He pushed his swollen cockhead past her tender lips and thrust fully inside her.
Clara gasped as he slipped with little effort inside, his way obviously eased by the soap. She was exhausted ... and dismayed to realize he’d rekindled her desire.
Placing his hands over hers against the wall, he pumped his huge cock into her, lifting her up with each powerful thrust. The water pummeled her clit with the vibrating power of a machine, driving her closer and closer to the edge.
He cupped her breasts, massaging her hard, grinding his hips against her.
Raoul was so huge and tight, she thought she’d burst from taking all of him in. Each stroke nudged her cervix. Just when she thought it was too much, that she couldn’t take any more, he pulled out and began again. Faster. Harder. Deeper. Ramming his cock full hilt inside her again and again. Clara shook her head, crying out as he bit her neck and sucked her with bruising force.
The climax flamed through her veins, and still he drove into her, groaning against her neck, whispering French into her ear before plunging his tongue inside. Her clit spasmed with the continued assault, torturing her with another wave of pleasure.
Groaning, he worked into a frenzied tempo, and she could feel the power of his climax building even as her own radiated through her veins. He groaned hoarsely against the back of her neck as his cock pumped its seed into her until he was completely drained.
He collapsed against her, pressing kisses along her shoulder. Clara moaned as he pulled his heavy length from her body.
He turned her around and pressed her into the wall, crushing his mouth against hers in a fierce kiss. When he pulled away, her lips felt tender and swollen. And she’d thoroughly enjoyed every second.
Smiling wolfishly, he guided her to the overhead faucet and they rinsed away the sweat from their love making, running their hands over each other with playful thoroughness. Clara wondered if it was possible to become addicted to another person, and knew if so, she was hopelessly hooked.
Raoul patted her down with a towel until she was dry, then he scooped her into his arms and carried her into his bedroom, which was located right next to the bathroom.
The room was equally large as every other in the house, and a bed dominated much of the floor. He set her feet on the floor and drew back the comforter, revealing black silk sheets.
Clara climbed in and he followed, spooning her as he cradled her close and wrapped his arms tight around her. Secure and comforted, she felt positively glowing. He’d succeeded in taking her mind off horrible possibilities, but slowly the fear began creeping back, though not as strongly.
Determined to put it from her mind, she closed her eyes and sighed deeply. She’d just drifted off to sleep when she felt Raoul tense behind her. And then a voice whispered in the room.
Chapter Five
The bed dipped as Raoul rose, and she felt the loss of his heat instantly.
“You violate the pact entering my home, Danior,” Raoul said.
Shivers skittered up her neck like spiders’ legs. This wasn’t possible. Was she having a nightmare? Clara scrambled to the side of the bed, fumbling for the switch on the lamp, clutching the blanket to her chest. She couldn’t see her hand in front of her face. How the hell could Raoul see anything?
She really didn’t expect him to be answered, least of all by the man from the alley. There was a harsh laugh, too cold to be Raoul’s. “You broke the second mark, Raoul. Did you expect me to do nothing?”
Light washed through the room as she found the elusive switch. She gasped and felt the blood drain from her face. The dark stranger, Danior, stood in the middle of the room. The hair rose on the back of her neck, chilling her. This couldn’t be a nightmare--nightmares had never felt so ... real.
“You can’t have her,” Raoul growled, tensing to spring at him.
Clara watched in horror as his hands changed. She rubbed her eyes, hoping she was wrong. But she wasn’t. His fingers grew, lengthening to half again their original length. Black claws sprang from his fingertips, curved and glistening in the weak light.
“So it’s war you want,” Danior said softly, his voice strangely deep.
She tore her gaze from Raoul to Danior and saw that he had changed as well. His teeth had elongated, his canines forming double fangs she’d only seen before in horror movies.
It was true. Everything Raoul had told her was truth.
The two men slowly circled each other in the wide space, each of them watching for weakness. Hands darted out for quick strikes, but each time the blows were blocked, resulting in minor wounds.
“I thought you would be better, Raoul. Those legendary skills of the wolf have grown lax I see,” Danior taunted, chuckling as he swiped a hand across Raoul’s biceps, leaving thin bloody slices.
Raoul grunted, landing a punch to Danior’s ribs. Bone crunched audibly from the force. “I thought I’d take it easy on an old timer,” he said, grinning like a mad man.
Clara hated this, wishing it was over, but terrified to know the outcome. She almost suspected they were enjoying themselves--if not for the seriousness of the situation. She gasped with each bloody contact, expecting a death blow to be delivered any moment.
Something changed in Raoul at her small gasps of surprise, as if he’d finally awakened to reality and realized their danger. Half crouching, he braced his legs, tensing for the jump. Growling deep in his throat, Raoul rushed Danior with a suddenness that stole Clara’s breath. Danior caught the force of his movement. Raoul caught him by the throat, slamming him against the wall until it caved in under the pressure.
Plaster rained down, dusting them with white powder. Danior grinned and dug his fingers into Raoul’s arms, forcing his hands open. Dropping to the floor, he pushed Raoul back, slicing into his chest with nails sharp as blades.
They moved with dizzying speed, so fast their arms were blurred with the furious movements. She couldn’t keep up with them, couldn’t bear to look away. She thought briefly of calling for help, but who could pull a werewolf and a vampire apart and not die in the process?
Raoul slashed his claws toward Danior’s neck, but the vampire ducked, catching the blow in the shoulder. Retaliating in the blink of an eye, he came up with his own sharp nails, slashing into Raoul’s neck.
Clara screamed as a bright stream of red gushed from the wound rent in his neck. Raoul staggered from the blow.
“No! Stop this, please!” she cried. Danior looked stricken, but she paid him no heed, her eyes only for Raoul. She jumped off the bed and rushed to him, pressing her hand to the wound.
Chest heaving, he bore her touch. His amber eyes were hooded and unreadable, his jaw muscles flexing.
She watched him steadily, unwilling to break contact. “I am yours, Raoul. I belong to you and no other.” Slowly, the blood stopped flowing, the wound healing beneath her fingertips.
“The lady has made her choice, Danior,” Raoul said gruffly, his eyes never leaving hers.
“So it appears,” Danior said behind her.
“Perhaps another time, mon ennemi.”
“I look forward to it....”
The heavy tension suffocating the room lifted as his words trailed off. The window burst open and cool air rushed inside, the curtains fluttering in the current.
“He’s gone, chere. You can breathe again.” He smiled and kissed her nose.
Clara laughed softly, the darkness that had clouded her mind gone. She looked down at herself and then at him. They were both a bloody mess, but she didn’t care. All she wanted was to feel Raoul, his heartbeat, and know that he lived ... that he was real.
She pressed her palm to his heart, reveling in the pounding tempo.
Raoul bent hi
s head and kissed her softly, bringing her to tingling awareness. He broke away rather than deepen it, and cupped her cheek in his palm.
“Will he come after us again?” She had to know and couldn’t help asking.
“You made it plain you did not want him, so I think not. But did you mean what you said? Can you love a werewolf?”
She felt him tense imperceptibly, expecting her rejection. His vulnerability made a thrill race through her, singing in her veins. “I’m willing to give you my all,” she said through a grin, touched.
Raoul smiled wolfishly. “Good. Let’s take another shower,” he said, winking.
The End
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