Arctic Bound

by Tigris Eden

  He wanted to take over. Control her movements but had to remind himself she was still human. His idea of rough could easily translate into brutal for her. He’d been rough in the cave, but not as rough as he’d like to have been. Gritting his teeth to stave off the pressure building, Victor tried to concentrate on the feel of her. Soft, warm, her body melted into his. He gripped her waist pulling her forward so that she was bent into his chest. He knew that her legs were being stretched. He could see it in the way her thigh muscles strained, but he needed to taste her kiss. Needed some other distraction from the feelings that was raging inside him. At any moment now his wolf would become a part of this joining, and then she would be truly tested.

  Victor took her mouth in a savage kiss. Her eyes closed while his stayed open, he wanted to see as well as feel what he was doing to her body. Nerina’s skin was slippery with perspiration and her skin was hot to the touch. His fingers tightened around her waist, making her squeak and her eyes popped open. Her eyes a smoldering brown. Victor directed her movements now. The up and down motion turned to thrusting forward and back. It created the kind of friction that surrounded him on all sides. He could feel every part of her. The walls of her pussy contracted, locking down on his cock. It made his own thighs shake and his heart race.

  “Do that again,” he said against her lips as he pushed her forward and then pulled her back. She did, and Victor swore he saw stars. His balls where heavy with seed, and his back was starting to ache with the need to come. He reached the strap at her other shoulder and sliced it free baring her breasts for him to feast on. Victor sat back and surveyed his work. He smiled at the fullness of her breasts. Her nipples were rock hard. Victor pulled one nipple tightly between his mouth sucking the skin gently before biting down hard. Not too hard, but hard enough that he knew she skirted the edge of pleasure and pain. Nerina’s nails dug into his shoulders drawing blood. It was the only sign his wolf needed, she was ready to take things to the next level.

  Victor’s nails lengthened again. He had to pull back from suckling her breasts because his canines were now prominent in his mouth. The hair on his arms thickened as his need for her grew to a ravenous state.

  “Hold on.” He growled around a mouth full of teeth. If she was afraid, she showed no signs of fear. He knew his face wasn’t one she was used to seeing. She’d seen the wolf, but she’d yet to see this form, the in between. Menes was formidable, but this was his Werewolf phase, not his warrior phase. His cheeks were distorted, long sharp teeth were over extended, and his eyes were a bright yellow. She held tighter to him as he stood and walked over to the rigging machine. They were still connected and with every step he took, she would slide up and down his cock. It made it hard for him to concentrate. Her scent was hot. An indication that she was very much on board with what he was doing to her body. Her eyes were a little confused and he knew she was struggling with the reality of what he truly was. An animal.

  When he pulled out and sat her on her feet, she didn’t say anything as he went to work binding her wrists and anchoring her to the rigging machine. In this position she wouldn’t be able to touch him with her hands, but she would be able to stand. This was the only way that he and his beast could claim her without hurting her. She would have to accept both their dominance. He quickly lifted her leg and sunk inside her wetness. She still wanted him.

  Thank the Gods!

  He was worried at first, but as he fucked her, she stayed in position. It was a brutal claiming she accepted with no hints of ever saying no. Her cries of pleasure only made it that much more enjoyable for him. His arms were wound tightly around her waist to keep her in place as he pushed into her over and over again with the force of a jackhammer. Her body jerked and her head finally fell forward, offering up the submission that his wolf required. With a strangled howl Victor sunk his teeth into the sweet spot where her shoulder and neck met. The moment his fangs penetrated her flesh, Nerina screamed her orgasm. Her body shook from the force of it setting his own off in turn, and soon he was pouring his seed into the depths of her hot core.

  He held tight to her waist with one arm as he slipped free of her wetness and untied her from the rigging machine with his other arm. Nerina fell forward limp and soaked with sweat. Cradling her body he pushed her soaked hair from her face and kissed her forehead. The others in the room had all gone silent. They had watched Victor claim her. Even Sasha was there watching from her perch up in Blue’s VIP section. Cherry brought him a silk robe that he used to wrap Nerina in before carrying her off the stage and down the stairs to the suite of rooms Blue had set up for her. His Neri was tired, exhausted, and if he let her, she would sleep for days.

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  There was rain on her face. A torrential down pour of water that wouldn’t stop and had her gasping for breath as she sputtered and coughed. Only the rain wasn’t cold, it was warm. Nerina opened her eyes and was greeted with a smattering of hair that was plastered to a very broad, very wet chest.

  Victor.

  She was in the shower with Victor. He held her in one arm as he tried to rub the soreness out of her arms.

  “Hey.” Her voice was dry. Her throat felt almost swollen.

  “You’re incredible.” His voice rumbled up from his chest as he kissed the top of her soaked head.

  “You think,” she snorted right before she bit his chest. Victor quickly backed away, almost letting go of her and Nerina realized she barely had any strength left. Her orgasm was intense. More intense than Cherry had described. It was like her soul had merged with the intensity of the orgasm itself, sharing in the feeling of total bliss. But it was the kind of bliss that rocked ones world and turned everything upside down. It was in a way that had the person jonesing for more. If Victor supplied orgasms like that in mass quantities, she was on board for one, each and every day. Her legs were still shaky and her belly was in constant flutter mode. Every time she thought back to the orgasm it was like her body would relive it. Not on the scale of the actual orgasm itself, but a pretty damn close echo of it.

  “I see you’re back to your regular saucy self.”

  She shrugged.

  The hot water was doing wonders to her tired bones and blood circulation. The impressions of the pearls were still on her wrists. A reminder of the night’s events. Victor pulled her wrists up to his mouth kissing each one delicately before massaging them gently with his hands.

  “You’re mine now.”

  “Highly unlikely, Vic. I agreed to this as a one-time deal. I’m not signing up to be your permanent live in whore.”

  His eyes turned to sharp cut emeralds as he stared down at her.

  “You are not going to be anyone’s live in whore. Simply put, you belong to me now Nerina. I can protect you. The Pack will protect you.”

  That didn’t mean a damn thing to her. None of it. Clarification though, could solve this little squabble. Then ask the right questions.

  “Explain to me exactly how this works Vic, because right now I don’t see a light at the end of the tunnel.”

  Smiling he reached over her and grabbed the soap.

  “Let me wash you first and then myself. After we can talk. I need to care for you. Tonight was really hard on you in every sense of the word.”

  No kidding.

  “Fine Vic. Care for me, and then we’re going to talk, yeah?”

  “Yeah, Neri. We’re gonna talk.”

  She allowed him to finish their shower together, reveling in the attention he paid to her limbs. The way his hands washed away the stress from her skin. She loved the way he soothed her with quiet words as tended to all her needs. He washed her from head to toe, and then went about tending to her hair. He made sure that each strand was saturated and worked over with the lather from the shampoo. He washed her hair twice before conditioning it. When they stepped out of the shower, he dried her off. Starting from the tips of her toes to the last strand of hair. It made her drowsy, and allowed her to drift in and out of consciousn
ess as he placed her on the bed.

  “If I’d known this was the type of care I was going to receive I would have let you do me in front of a crowd a long time ago, Vic.” She knew she was being sarcastic, but Victor didn’t like it at all. She could tell by the way the frown lines in his forehead were etched on his face.

  “Can you please stop acting like it’s something to be ashamed of? You shouldn’t be ashamed of what we did. It was an honor to receive your submission, Neri.”

  Nerina closed her eyes, groaning in exasperation. How did she explain to him that it wasn’t her normal decorum? Her behavior was so unlike her it was frightening.

  “I’m not ashamed of my submission to you, Victor. My problem is the audience. For a while it didn’t bother me. Actually it didn’t bother me at all until I came to my senses. I’m not use to magic and werewolves. Cloaks that shroud you and drug you. Pearls that can tighten on the wearer of their own accord. It’s not every day you find out you’re…” she brought her eyes to meet his. What did she call him? He wasn’t exactly her man, or her lover. He was her…. “Whatever this is that we have, I wasn’t expecting you to throw the whole, ‘hey I’m a werewolf,’ at me.”

  She hadn’t been expecting that at all.

  “Well it’s not every day I find out that the woman who now belongs to me,” he raised his voice as he spoke. The tone getting deeper, but the pitch getting louder and louder. “I find that she’s not only the daughter of a notorious crime boss who happens to be part of a large mob syndicate, that she too is also in league with Hunters! Hunters that will hunt not only me and my brother down to extinction, but my Pack and their families too!”

  The last sentence was said on a roar.

  “So what you’re saying is, that this is all my fault, right? And how many times do I need to say it Vic? I’M NOT A FUCKING HUNTER!” Nerina roared right back.

  Victor gave a sharp nod.

  Nerina wasn’t expecting that nod to hurt as much as it did. But it cut deep.

  “You should have never come here, fucking things up, making me want you, and now that I have you, you come with all this excess baggage. This shit!”

  “I come with baggage? Me! What about you and your precious Pack, up here hiding in plain sight? What was it you stole from the Mistress? I worked for her and my father both at the same time. I know the difference. I may have lied, but it was something I felt I needed to hide. There was no reason to get you or your people involved. All you had to do was let me leave. That’s it. I just wanted to leave!” Nerina screamed.

  There was a knock at the door and then it swung open. Sasha stood there with her long legs and light green eyes. She looked more than happy with the scene in front of her.

  “Sorry to interrupt your little argument.”

  Sasha looked to Victor, who was in turn looking back at her.

  “What do you want Sasha?”

  “What I need Victor, is you. I’m calling in my right as your intended to be bedded by you. Your performance tonight has me all worked up. I need to let off some steam.”

  Nerina was shocked. More than shocked. She couldn’t even say a word. All she could do was sit there dumbfounded on the bed as her eyes began to water and her ears began to ring with a loud rage that quickly drowned out her silence.

  “Not now Sasha, can’t you see I’m busy?

  “As your intended, I demand bedding rights.”

  “As his intended? Did you not see what happened sweetheart? He chose me over you. Just because we’re fighting right now doesn’t meant that this thing between us is over. You need to leave.” Now she was arguing with this bitch over who Victor belonged to.

  Fucking ridiculous!

  “No, sweetheart. You’re the one that is going to be dismissed. You may have been chosen as his second mate, but I will be the one to bare his children. His legitimate offspring. Whatever you bare, if any offspring at all, will not be given the same luxury as my children.”

  Well if this bitch wasn’t uppity.

  “Speak for yourself. Victor can you please tell Sasha to leave.”

  There was a teeny tiny part of her that felt he was going to do what needed to be done, but the moment his eyes settled painfully on hers, she knew that what the other woman said was true. He had no intention of staying to finish their discussion. He had every intention of going off with Sasha. But after everything they just shared, why would he do that?

  “Neri, you don’t understand. Pack law mandates that I take her as my mate, and you as second mate. It was the only way to protect you. You’re my Eros but only if you agree to the Reaping.”

  “You don’t get to call me that ever! You did this for your own selfish reason. Not to protect me. No Victor, you’re not doing this for me at all. Get out!” She gestured to the door, and she turned her back, not wanting to watch him leave with another woman. She heard him pull in a deep breath and then the soft clicking of the door. He really left. Actually left to go have sex with another woman.

  She is his fiancé. Her mind tried to reason with her, but she wasn’t trying to hear that. Why did her body have to be in direct conflict with her brain? The entire time she was up on that stage, she’d had her reservations. She was right. Her body obviously was wrong.

  You were expecting Blue up there. Not Victor. That was true, but at any time she could have walked away. Said her safe word. But she hadn’t. She’d been trying to show not only him, but also herself, that she could do this. That she could explore her darker urges. She had no clue what an Eros or a Reaping was. It just reminded Nerina how out of her element she was when it came to Victor’s culture. Trying to be something she never would be. A Werewolf.

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  Victor walked down the hall following Sasha. He should have stayed with Nerina, but tradition and instinct had him and his wolf following the woman that would be his first mate.

  She’s not your mate yet. No she wasn’t, but she’d called him on bedding rights. A double edge sword that worked to both an advantage and disadvantage. They could sleep with anyone they wanted until after their mating ceremony. But if one of them were to call them out on bedding rights, then they had to obey. This put him in a precarious situation with Nerina. He didn’t have the time to explain how bedding rights worked. He was pissed at himself, and furious with Sasha for throwing her weight around.

  “In the future, you will not talk to Nerina that way, am I understood?”

  There was no response from the woman who walked a few steps ahead. Victor lunged forward, grabbing her by her arm and turning her to face him.

  “Do you get me Sasha?”

  “Yeah, as long as you don’t forget who your first mate is. I don’t plan to be just your baby maker or even your sometimes bed partner. She will get what’s left of you, not me. I’ll sleep in your bed and wake up in your arms, every morning like clockwork. You want to visit her in the night then you will, but you only get her on the nights I bleed and am unable to service you.”

  Sasha snatched her arm from his grasp and made her way into the room two doors down. Blue was at the end of the hall, arms drawn across his massive chest as he watched the entire event go down.

  “Something I can help you with, Blue?”

  The other man shook his head no, making his way to the other end of the hall where his suite of rooms were. Even Cherry was hesitant to look him in the eyes. Everyone was giving him shit over this.

  And why wouldn’t they. You’re supposed to be with the one you claimed. Instead you’re following protocol and going off with Sasha.

  True, but she was also his intended mate. Tradition dictated that should she call on bedding rights, he had no choice but to oblige. It was a shitty move on her part, interrupting what should have been his and Nerina’s night. But what else could he do? At the end of the day his job as the next in line to rule was to keep dissension from bleeding into the Pack.

  He waited as Sasha stepped inside the room. A room smaller than the one that Nerina was
in. She turned around with her arms crossed over her chest, taking in the room with her sharp eyes.

  “Is this how the Alpha of the Alaskan pack is to be treated? Why is it that we have the smaller room?”

  “You have the smaller room. I was to room with Nerina.”

  Sasha stepped up to him, placing one hand at her hips, the other around the towel that was precariously wrapped around his waist.

  “Your whore is to have the better lodgings, then?” She purred against the side of his neck. The hand at his waist, ripping the towel away. “You will service me this evening, and every evening after tonight, or I will make sure that both our fathers know how you disrespected me tonight.”

  Victor gripped both her hands holding her away from him.

  “I’ll do what I am meant to do, but it will be my way. You don’t run shit, Sasha.” Her eyes widen at his threat, her nostrils flaring. “You will submit to me, and if you really want to play this out, well, we’ll be playing it my way. Now step the fuck back.”

  Victor made her step back forcefully, releasing her hands. He was naked, and hard. Something he didn’t want, but was reluctant to control. His animal side appreciated her form and was eager to dominate two women in one night. The duality that all his kind suffered from was a blessing and a curse. In his heart he knew he was making the wrong choice, but it was his mind that rationalized. This was the way it had always been. If Nerina couldn’t get on board with his kind, then she was as good as dead.