by Wendy Stone
“No,” Shurene said quickly, glaring at him through her unusual eyes. “No, just get it done so I can leave.”
“Take down your hair.”
“What?” Shurene asked, turning her face up to stare at him.
“Your hair. I’ve always thought it was beautiful, all that white-blonde hair. Is your snatch covered with it, too?” He chuckled as she looked away, and he tucked one finger inside her thong. “That’s okay, I’ll find out myself, up close and personal like. But if I have to take down your hair, you’ll probably loose half of it in the process.”
“I’ll do it,” she groused, reaching up to find the clip and the few pins she used to keep the fly away fineness of her hair under control. As she did, her breasts moved, lifting against her chest.
Bray took advantage, his tongue lapping out, big and wet, to lick at one hard nipple, rolling it with the tip before suckling it into his mouth. He laughed as she moved involuntarily against him, her hips lifting as if asking for him to do the same down there.
“I don’t think you are as against this as you might think,” he smirked around the swollen tip. “Shall we see if you want it or not?”
His hand slid down her flat stomach, sliding under the softness of her thong and into wet heat between her thighs. She was drenched, enjoying despite herself the uniqueness of being forced to fuck someone she found as disreputable and repulsive as Bray. Her thong was damp, resting against the back of his hand.
He grinned as he pushed one finger inside of her body, her tightness a treat. The women of his herd were built big, big enough to handle even the largest bull. “It’s going to be a tight fit,” he growled, stroking his finger inside of her, moving it against the slightly rougher texture that bespoke of a sensitivity he could feel as she squirmed under him. Her breath became a harsh pant; her body pushed against his hand.
Shurene moaned.
“I knew you jackal whores could be had easily enough,” Bray whispered in her ear as he continued to play with her body. He took her other hand, running the flat of her palm down his tee shirt covered chest and then forcing it inside his jeans. The head of his cock was in her palm, sticking out over the waistband of his jeans. It was thick, covered in pulsating veins. Her fingers jerked back from the heat of it.
He covered her hand and wrapped it around his cock, quickly undoing the front of his jeans to give her more room. Rolling on the wide bench seat, he held her on top of him, his finger still buried inside her sopping pussy.
“Undress me,” he ordered, sliding his finger out and replacing it with two. She squirmed on top of him, trying to get away from the painful stretching even as her arousal sent a gush of fluid to lubricate her more. “Do it,” he ordered, “unless you’d like to see if I can get my fist in you.”
Shurene hurried to do as he ordered, almost tearing his tee shirt in her eagerness to get it off. He pulled out of her long enough to get the sleeve off of his hand, then pushed back inside, finger fucking her with enough power to make her body shake in response.
“Now the pants,” he ordered.
She looked up into his face, her strange eyes narrowed. “I hate you,” she spat, groaning as he pulled his two fingers apart, stretching her wider.
“You may hate me but you’re going to love what I have to give you. Now hurry up. If I get too bored, I just might have to call another bull and have him help me with you. You know what they say…two’s company but three will tear your cunt up.” He laughed uproariously at his own humor, slapping her bare ass with one huge hand. “Get with it, you jackal bitch.”
Shurene got him undressed, gritting her teeth as he finger fucked her closer and closer to orgasm. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how his touch was affecting her. She wanted to do what she had to do and then… She needed him to help her with her revenge.
When his cock stood free of confining material, he yanked her back toward his chest. Forcing her to straddle him with her ass toward his face, he pushed her down. “Suck my cock,” he growled.
She stared at the huge cock, her eyes wide. “It’s too big,” she said, finally.
His hand came down on her ass once more, leaving a huge red welt that made her scream.
“Stop! Okay, I’ll try.”
Licking her lips, she opened her mouth as wide as she could, pushing it down around the spongy head of his cock. Her hand wrapped around the wide shaft as the head popped into her mouth, her teeth scraping against his rough flesh.
“You bite me wench, you’ll find out what it’s like to deep throat a bull.”
Anger made her beast rise, her teeth growing sharper. She didn’t dare move, not yet, not until she was under control. There was no way she could take something this big into her throat. It would rip her to bits.
He grabbed hold of her white blonde mane of hair, pulling her head back and then forcing it down on his cock, moving her farther with each shove. She groaned at the pain, her muffled protests doing nothing to stop him.
Finally he seemed satisfied he’d gotten her down as far as he could, yanking her by the hair and popping her off his cock. “Time to ride, bitch,” he growled, grabbing her thighs and moving her the way he wanted her. “Grab it in your hand,” he ordered, forcing her to straddle his wide hips. “Guide it in.”
“You’re crazy!” she cried, her jaws hurting, her eyes huge. “You’re too big. You’re going to kill me.”
“I ain’t never killed no human bitch, nor one of my cows. You’ll be fine.” Using her thighs to hold her, he started to push inside.
“Ahh,” she cried. “Stop, God, please!”
“You need some more warming up?”
“No, no. Stop, please.”
The door above Bray’s head opened. “What the fuck’s going on in here?”
* * * *
Terry stared around at the beauty of the night, seeing it in a different light now that she was no longer strictly human.
“Come on, shuck them clothes, beautiful. Let’s go explore.” Nashe stepped up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her back against him. “You wanted to go see the night like we do.”
“It’s just…” She turned in his arms. “How do we know we’re alone?”
Nashe stared down into her serious face and began to laugh. “You can’t be telling me that Terry Taylor is afraid of someone seeing her naked. I don’t think I could believe that.”
Her blue eyes narrowed and her fangs protruded from her mouth, warning him that her anger was building. “I had a very strict upbringing. My parents are staunchly catholic.”
Nashe’s green eyes sparkled. “I think I’d have an easier time believing you were some pastor’s kid. You’re joking, right?”
“Do I look like I’m joking, buster?” she growled. “When I was little I was…chubby.”
“Yeah, right. I bet you were an adorable little girl. You probably had little blonde curls and everyone eating out of your hands with these blue eyes.” He dropped a kiss on each lid, breathing in her scent.
“Nashe, you’re not making this any easier,” she sighed. “I’ve always had trouble with this.”
“You don’t have trouble being naked around me.” He stroked his hands down her back, cupping her hips and squeezing gently.
“I’m not usually thinking about me being naked around you. I’m usually thinking about what I can do with your naked bod.”
“So,” he said, letting her go and stepping back. “I’m all yours, do with me as you will.”
“Right here?” she asked, looking around the small clearing, past the main house, close to the big barn full of hay and horses. It seemed pretty private, but the moon was full, shining down brightly.
“Right here.” He reached down, grabbing the hem of his tee shirt and lifting it off his head. “See, I started for you. Come here,” he urged, holding his hand out even as he dropped the tee shirt into the grass with the other. “Come make love with me.”
Terry’s ey
es roamed over his gorgeous chest, the wide planes just perfect for her to lie on, the rippled abs and the trail of hair that started at his navel. “You don’t play fair,” she managed to get past the lump in her throat.
“All’s fair in love and war.” He wiggled his fingers at her, waiting until she put her hand in his before yanking her forward. Terry stumbled, falling into his arms. “This is love,” he said huskily, letting her regain her footing while he cupped her face in his palms, staring down into her eyes. “This is my one and only, butterflies in the gut, can’t get enough of, want you forever love.”
Her smile was lovely, her eyes saying the things that he wanted to hear. Her hands came up, slipping over his. “I can’t believe I was afraid of all of this.”
“Is that why you said goodbye?”
She nodded, keeping her eyes on his. “I was terrified that you didn’t want me, that it was only sex. I was afraid of what would happen if I let myself feel these things for you.”
“Althea died because of me,” he said suddenly, closing his eyes and waiting for the pain that had always accompanied that thought. It was strangely silent, as if Althea had forgiven him and, in changing Terry, as if he’d forgiven himself as well.
“Althea was…”
“The woman I thought was meant to be my mate.” He dropped his hands from her face, pressing a soft kiss to her lips before entwining her fingers with his. “Walk with me,” he said, pulling her away from the car and into the shadowed darkness of the trees. “I should explain.”
Terry walked beside him, silently letting him gather his thoughts. In the shadows, her new sight was amazingly clear, allowing her to see every twig, every leaf, even the small, furtive movements of a mouse as it tried to hide from them.
He was silent for about five minutes, walking with her through the underbrush, lifting her over obstructions. It was as if they walked a clear path through a groomed park, in the middle of the afternoon. Finally he spoke, stopping and pulling her down to sit with him on a fallen log.
“I wasn’t very old when I met Althea. She was one of the villagers on the shore just across from our island. One afternoon, I watched from the trees as she and a bunch of the other teens swam the small inlet and came on to the beach.” He looked up from where he’d been staring at their hands, smiling down at her. “She was something else. She came out of the water naked, her hair slicked to her head. She was laughing at something one of the others had said. Anyway, I must have made some noise, because she saw me.”
“Even at that age, I wasn’t accepted. My parents were wolf and panther, a mixture. Some thought we should be killed. I grew up with that stigma. When I saw Althea, it was the first time that my heritage didn’t matter.” Nashe paused, as if seeing it again.
“I met her in the village, one of the first times I was allowed to go. We started sneaking away to be with each other. I was her first.” He looked up at Terry, bringing their joined hands to his mouth to kiss her fingers. “Anyway, she wanted to be mine. I thought I wanted her to be mine, too. We began the ceremony.”
He paused, unable to say more.
“She died, didn’t she?”
He nodded.
“Which is why you were so freaked and talked about killing yourself with me?”
“Yes.”
She waited a moment and then brought up her free hand, smacking him across the arm.
“Hey, what was that for?” he growled.
“For being an idiot and keeping it all to yourself. How could you keep something like that from me?” She got up from the log, pulling her hand away from him. “You idiot!” she growled, turning to head back toward the car.
She’d gotten barely ten feet when he grabbed her, tackling her to the ground under him. “Hold on a second, Terry.”
“No, you’re an ass and I don’t want to be around you right now.” She struggled under him, finally stilling. When he loosened his hold, she closed her eyes and changed, squirming out and leaving him holding her clothes.
“You little…” he growled. He stared at her in astonishment as she turned, skidding on all four feet before sticking her tongue out at him. Spinning again, she took off into the night.
Nashe rose, pulling off the rest of his clothes. The change was quick, leaving the silver beast to stand and scent the night air. He sought her with his mind as well as by her scent. Terry, he thought, feelings rushing toward her. We will have this out.
You’ll have to catch me first, she thought back at him.
My pleasure, and it will be, he thought, adding a little picture of what he intended to do when he had her.
Hmm, tease, she thought, but her blood pressure rose and her beast howled into the night.
Nashe heard her howl, raising his head to the moon to answer her. Then he was after her like a shot.
* * * *
Branches brushed against her hide as she slid noiselessly through the undergrowth. With an easy and graceful leap, she landed on a large branch about nine feet from the ground, her nails digging in to hold her securely. She stared around in the darkness, her beast eyes seeing things completely different than she had as human.
Small animals seemed to gleam with life’s heat, sending off a glow she could easily see. She ignored them for now. The thought of biting into their warm bodies, of eating meat still pulsing with life wasn’t as repellant as she’d thought it would be. Jumping lightly to the next branch, she made her way back toward the car. He’d left his keys in the ignition and his tee shirt on the ground next to the car.
It would teach him a lesson if she left him. But in her heart, she knew she wouldn’t. Althea’s death had almost destroyed him. She could understand why he wouldn’t want to go through something like that again. And hadn’t she been the one so willing to send him away anyway?
Those thoughts flew through her head as she wound her way through the trees. Could she really blame him for not wanting to hurt her? Hadn’t she sent him away because she was afraid of being hurt also? Now, when they had the chance of happiness, would she ruin it by having a snitty little fit?
The scream of a panther came from above her, startling her more than a little. She lost her hold on the branch, falling to the undergrowth, the landing knocking the breath from her lungs. When she opened her eyes, she was surrounded by a ring of panthers, one holding her down with a weighty paw.
Who are you?
Better question, my love, one of the panthers thought to the other, would be, what are you?
I-I’m Terry Taylor, she snapped. Get off of me!
A sudden roar surprised the lot of them and then Nashe was in the center of the group, standing over Terry, his teeth bared in an impressive growl. She’s my mate, he snarled, snapping at one of the panthers that came too close. Back the fuck off.
Nashe?
Nashe turned quickly, relaxing when the huge black panther with the golden torc around his neck came into the clearing. Lukah, good to see you up and feeling so well.
Holy God ! Lukah’s eyes went to Terry, roaming over the soft blonde fur, the pretty white highlights, the well-muscled form. Terry?
Hey Lukah, Terry thought, giving him what passed as a grin. I figured if I couldn’t beat ‘em I might as well join ‘em.
Chapter Fifteen
Lukah lifted his head, his silky, black face turning as his mate jumped lithely from the tree behind him. Marissa greeted him, bumping her nose into his. Her big tongue came out, gently licking her mate as a purr rumbled in her chest.
Did I find you checking out another woman, my love? she thought at him, barely glancing at the new female in their midst.
He’d have definite problems with this one, Nashe teased.
Terry nipped at him, coming to stand next to him. She gave Marissa what passed as a smile. Hey, Mar.
No way, Marissa gasped in her thoughts. Terry? You and Nashe? No way!
He begged, Terry thought at her. I had to put the poor boy out of his misery.
I’ll put you
out of your misery, Nashe growled, nipping at her neck before rubbing his head against her.
Terry returned the caress. She couldn’t stay mad at him, but they would be having a long talk about his trust issues.
Not issues, Lukah said, reminding her that anything in her head could be broadcast to the were population at large if she wasn’t careful. The boy has subscriptions.
I’m not that bad, Nashe groused. He sat, leaning against Terry’s side. Terry wanted to find out what it felt like to run as a Were. I figured you wouldn’t mind if we did it here.
I don’t, Lukah thought. Marshal and Lucinda will be formally proclaiming their mating tomorrow and with the problems with the Jackals, I’ve stepped up security a bit. I don’t think Chris Antreneaux is one to take a defeat at our hands lightly.
Kadian took care of him. He flew him north and dropped him with an ASP agent. I think any problems we have are going to come from Shurene. She won’t forgive you for what happened with Jake.
Lukah began to pace, prowling back and forth, agitated. I tried to save Jake.
I know that, you know that. Try and tell Shurene that. Nashe thought. He was her mate. She couldn’t see what he was into and how it was affecting him. I don’t know how he got involved in selling that shit or how he managed to sneak it into your club, Luc, but Shurene refuses to acknowledge that it was Maj that got her mate killed. He was hooked on the shit.
Must we discuss this tonight? Lucinda thought grumpily, stepping up beside the two weres. I’m sick of all the drama.
My love, Marshal thought, stepping up next to her and nudging her with his head, you’re sick of any drama that doesn’t have anything to do with you.
Well, duh , Lucinda growled, batting at him with her paw, though she kept her claws sheathed. I’m going back to the house.
Not alone, you aren’t, Lukah thought, nodding at Marshal and the rest of the panthers. Go with her.
You can’t think that Shurene would start something with Lucinda and Marshal the night before their mating? Come on, Luc. How would she even know about it? It’s not like it’s the event of the season in the social register. Nashe chuckled, the noise coming as small grunts from his chest.