“Nothing is amiss except that you were gone too long, woman! Did you not ken I needed you?” He settled his hand over the crotch of her panties, feeling the warmth of her and then the sudden acceptance of her body as she grew damp beneath his stroking fingers. Impatient, he gripped the silky garment and swept it past her hips and down the long length of her legs. Martha made a little sound as she kicked them aside and her sweet pussy wept as he plunged two fingers deep inside her hot flesh. With unerring precision, he located the tender knot of her clit. Circling, pressing, Silas listened to the throaty sounds she made then drank them down as he settled his lips on hers in another steamy kiss. His tongue thrust in a parody of sex and her response roared through his veins like a song.
When he finally broke the kiss, he looked down into the mossy green depths of her eyes as her breath, heavy with longing, broke across his face. Her lips were swollen and pink, moist and delectable. “I want you, Martha. I must have you now.”
“I need you too.”
Staring into her eyes, he plunged his fingers into her pussy, feeling the truth of her words on his skin. His hand was wet from her passion. With a low sound of frustration, he brought his hands to the waist of her skirt and feverishly worked the fastenings until, like her panties, the garment was tossed aside like so much litter. He yanked her thin blue top over her head and sent it sailing. He filled his hands with her breasts, covered by a scrap of white lace. Using his thumbs, he scraped her tightly drawn nipples, loving the tiny gasping sound she made as he teased her.
Unable to resist her quiet plea, he lowered his mouth and took her nipple deep. Dragging his teeth across the tightly furled peak, he sucked hard until the flesh was as hard as stone and he knew the rasp of the lace only added to the sensations she must be feeling. Once again he settled his fingers at her drenched pussy. Martha brought her leg up high against his hip, opening herself to his touch. “Yes, sweet lass,” he whispered. “Let me feel how much you want me. You are so wet.”
“For you.”
“Ah dearling.” He filled his hands with her ass and lifted until the wet folds of her pussy were settled deliciously against his aching cock. It was his turn to groan. Clasping her tight against him, he moved against her melting heat, dragging his hard flesh against her. Her other leg was now wrapped around his waist and he couldn’t wait another moment. He settled her against the wall and sank his erection deep into her channel. Martha’s eyes went wide and then slumberous as he slowly fucked her. If she had another love somewhere in this strange country, then she would forget him soon. Yes, he knew he was arrogant but Silas hoped it was part of his charm.
Gripping her tight against him, he pressed her back against the wall and, using his legs, he pumped into her willing body. The kittenish sounds she made burned through his veins as her vaginal walls milked him with delicious fervor. He wanted her. Needed her. He knew he would never get enough of her body, her mind.
Without warning he felt her mind opening to his. She wanted inside his thoughts so he slowly let down his shields as her emotions burned through him like flame. Desire. Passion. Lust. And yes, caring. He felt the lonely years of her past. He absorbed her yearning for something more than a life where she was considered a freak of nature to be used by others but never given anything back.
His heart filled with this knowledge as he took her. In return for her generous sharing, he passed on his years of desolation while trapped under the witch’s curse. He relived for her his joy at bringing her through the mirror and straight into his arms.
“Silas!”
“Yes. Know how much I want you. Know how much you’ve given me and will continue to give. You are mine, Martha.”
Her pussy tightened around his cock, making him groan. She stiffened, gasped, and he knew orgasm was upon her. Striking hotly through her folds, rotating against her clit, he brought her over the edge of pleasure. She trembled, gasping for breath. Then her wild cry broke through the heavy air that seemed to swirl around them.
But he wasn’t finished with her.
Carrying her, still impaled on his cock, to the sofa, he disengaged only long enough to turn her and bend her over the back of the furniture. His teeth found the firm globes of her ass and he nipped her there. Open-mouthed kisses graced her pale flesh then trailed over the curve of her spine as his fingers played at her quivering pussy.
“I can’t,” she whispered. “It’s too much.”
Martha’s dark hair fell around her face, hiding her expression. Reaching down, he ran his fingers through the thickness, brushing it back so he could see her better. The day was cool but feathery curls clung to her forehead. Her cheeks were flushed from her passion.
“You can. You will. Our day has just begun.”
He swept his fingers through the drenching moisture between her thighs and trailed them up to her anus. He wet her flesh, pressing the rosette bud before dipping his thumb inside to the first joint. Beneath him, she went still. She caught her breath.
“Tell me yea or nay, sweeting. I would take you here.”
“Um. I’ve never—”
“Are you afraid? You know I would never hurt you.”
He withdrew his thumb slightly then pressed again. A soft groan rose up from her and he smiled. “Tell me, lass, before I grow mindless with need.”
“Yes. Do it. I have a tube of something you can use. It’s in that small sack on the floor.”
“Do not move. I like the sight of you bent over, awaiting my pleasure.”
He stepped away and looked through the sack she’d mentioned, eventually finding a long box. Opening it and tossing the box aside, he inspected the contents of the tube and went to her. Silas took his position behind her and covered his fingers and his cock with the clear fluid.
He sent his fingers on a quest over her flesh, finding the opening of her ass again and moistening it with the fluid from the tube. Once again he played with her pussy, feeling her wetness, her readiness for him. He dipped his thumb into her and felt her go still as he pressed lightly. Realizing this was new for her, he removed his thumb and gently inserted two fingers. He opened them repeatedly to stretch her more fully to accept his cock.
Again she gasped when he replaced his thumb with the head of his cock. Slowly, slowly he pressed until he’d inched farther inside. “Relax,” he whispered as he ran his hands in featherlike motions over her ass and back. “Relax.”
When Martha slowly let out the breath she’d been holding, he moved deeper. Gods! She was like a virgin. Tighter than a miser’s fist as she squeezed around his aching cock. Finally seated to the hilt, it was his turn to gasp as his balls, hard and drawn up high against his body, brushed her weeping pussy. It was almost too much, but not enough. Not nearly enough. Slowly, as if savoring fine wine, he began to move. He clutched the globes of her ass, digging his fingers deep into her flesh until at last she began to move in tandem with him. Silas moved a hand to her clit and pressed gently as they rocked together.
He’d held off too long. A low-burning sensation swept his thighs and a tingling set up in his balls as if a million tiny fingers played upon his swollen flesh. Harder, stronger he squeezed against her clit until she let go with a wild, primal cry. Unable to stop, he followed her into bliss, pulsing his cum into her willing body.
It was enough. For now. It had to be. At least until he could convince her to become his mate. Forever.
Gently he withdrew and pulled her into his arms. He kissed the tears from her face and lifted her up. Her bed beckoned and the day was young. Before he was done, she would be his. Mind, body and soul.
Chapter Six
By the time night arrived Silas was sprawled on the sofa intently watching the Dallas Cowboys take on the Philadelphia Eagles. His face wore an expression of rapt intensity as the players crashed into each other. Occasionally, he would make a sound of disgust. Martha sat curled on the floor, resting her back against the couch, holding the old book in her lap.
Curiosity had made he
r pick up the tome over an hour earlier but she’d been so caught up in Silas continual “discoveries” of the modern world she’d yet to open it. Once again he snorted and, smiling, she looked up at him. “What?”
He glanced her way and casually sifted his fingers through her ponytail. With the other hand he pointed to the small television screen and sneered. “No Highlander would wear those things upon his shoulders!”
“Pads?”
“Aye. Pads. Are they not real men?”
And so the conversation went as he compared the milksop modern athletes to brawny Highlanders of old. She had to laugh. When at last he went back to the game, she ran the tip of her finger over the gilded etchings on the black leather cover of the Book of Names and thought about how much her life had changed since being yanked through the mirror and straight into Silas’ arms. Even now her body ached deliciously. He couldn’t seem to keep his hands off her and it was so foreign to her. The few men she’d known before had been almost afraid of her, wary, seeing her as an oddity to play with for a while until she’d lost her appeal and been tossed aside like an unwanted toy.
Everything was different now.
Being around others had always made her uncomfortable but now she realized how lonely her life had been before Silas had magically appeared. All that was over now. They’d chatted casually through their dinner of grilled steaks and fresh garden vegetables, and she laughed as he’d devoured an entire box of Twinkies. Mm. Looks as if she’d need to have a little chat with him about proper nutrition. The thought made her smile as she returned her attention to the Book of Names.
While Silas was occupied with the game, she opened it, marveling at the beautiful swirls and flourishes of each name. Many were in Gaelic, she supposed because she couldn’t understand most of what she read. The writing changed as she turned the pages, the penmanship becoming drastically more modern. Recorded were the activities of Silas’ pack as it grew and migrated to other parts of the world. Fascinating! Her eyes widened at the proof of Mexican packs and some in Texas. If she hadn’t seen the proof of Silas living and hunting as a wolf, nor seen a wicked witch with her own very practical eyes, she would never have believed it. Silently she flipped the pages and lost herself, wondering at the lives of these people from the past and considered how they fitted into the here and now.
These lycans.
Somewhere out there was what remained of his pack, his family.
Finally she looked up. “Silas?”
“Aye.” He dragged his gaze from the game and looked at her. His fingers were still buried in her ponytail.
“Are you immortal?”
He smiled faintly. “Nay. We live for hundreds and hundreds of years but we are not immortal.”
Martha drew her bottom lip between her teeth and then released it. “But you age differently from humans, don’t you?”
“Aye.”
“So…um…does that mean in another ten years, I’ll be forty-something, I’ll look forty-something but you’ll be much as you are now? When I am an old, old lady with white hair you will look thirty?”
“It does not matter to me,” he said quietly.
Turning her head away, she looked down at the book. Could she sound any more pathetic? She might live to be in her eighties but Silas would continue to be young and virile. Vital. This relationship, no matter how much she’d prefer it otherwise, would never work. She was human and he? Well, he was not.
“What are you thinking, woman?”
She shot him a look and finally just straight up asked what was uppermost in her mind. “Is there any way I can be made to be like you?”
The thought of not being with him paralyzed her. She wanted to be with him always, but did he feel the same?
A heavy silence greeted the question and then he sighed. “Aye. There is a way, but, Martha, you must realize it would be a completely new way of life for you. You would no longer be wholly human but beast as well. I would love nothing more than for you to live with me through the centuries.”
Caught up in the idea of it all, she folded her arms over his thigh and looked at him. “Would you have to bite me?”
“Aye. Enough to draw blood and it must be done as I make you mine.”
“You mean—”
“As we fuck.” He reached out, his expression gentling, and settled his hand on her head. “My cock will swell inside you and I will be unable to dislodge it for a while. We would be locked together, making our joining as complete as if we were one person. Taking you as my mate is a serious decision, lass.”
“Do you know any human women who have become lycan?”
“Aye. I’ve known of it. Some human women have borne our children without becoming actually mated with a lycan and some are turned. There are sometimes offspring produced between the wholly human and the lycan. Fear or extreme sexual pleasure can bring the change to halflings.”
“No biting?”
He shook his head. “Here I speak of conversion to full lycan. But to be mated, a bite is part of it.”
Martha had seen his lupine teeth and wondered how it would feel to have them sinking into her as they had sex. A strange shiver, not altogether fear, swept her. Her pussy throbbed and moisture drenched her panties. She’d felt nothing but pleasure with Silas yet a little pain might not be such a bad thing.
When she glanced at Silas, she saw that every touch of softness had left his face. His nostrils flared. “I can smell your pleasure, Martha. Already I know we are meant to be mated. We communicate with our minds and that is the sign of a pair who is destined to be together. Do you not feel it?”
“Yes,” she whispered. She’d known it without being told but hearing the truth from his lips only validated her growing feelings for him. Already she couldn’t imagine how her life would be without him. Recalling their days of separation sent a cold chill coursing through her veins. She opened her mouth to say more but he didn’t give her a chance.
With a low growl, he grabbed her up and pulled her onto his lap, facing him. Straddled across his thighs this way, her weeping pussy settled along his erection covered only by a soft pair of sweatpants. A sigh crossed her lips as she wiggled on his shaft and wrapped her arms around his bare shoulders.
“I want you, lass. Again.”
He fisted his hand in her ponytail and yanked her head back before setting his teeth against her throat. Martha’s pussy throbbed in reaction and visions of how their eventual mating might feel. She writhed against his swollen cock, needing more. With his lips and tongue, he lashed at the spot he’d bitten and whispered foreign words against her flesh. Then with a sound of need, he lifted her from his lap and practically tore her soft cotton shorts along with her panties down her legs.
Silas wasn’t the only one feeling the rush of lust. Martha reached for the hem of her roomy tee and pulled it off until she stood naked before him.
“You make me hungry,” he said. He stared at her bare body for one intense moment before dragging his sweatpants off leaving him as naked as she. When he held out his arms, she straddled his lap again but this time no clothing prevented her from pressing her flesh to his. Her pussy settled against the base of his cock. Together they moaned.
“So hard, Silas. You’re so hard and strong. I want you so much,” she whispered. “I’ve never felt more like a woman than when I’m with you.”
His jaw flexed as he reached for her breasts and thumbed her nipples until they were diamond-hard. Sensation sifted from them to arrow downward toward her belly and between her legs. Her pussy was drenched, throbbing.
“Touch me. Please.”
“Where? You must say the words. Where do you want my fingers, my tongue?”
“Inside me.”
“No. Say it.”
“Inside my pussy. Put your fingers in my pussy.”
Silas moved one hand to her thigh and with the other he stroked his thumb down the length of her slit. Helplessly she cried out, needing a firmer touch, and it was as if he knew
. He circled her clit gently before taking it between his thumb and forefinger to pluck and squeeze. Sensation shot up and out as she dropped her head back.
His teeth found her thrusting nipple and he sucked it hard then gently, repeating the pattern until she thought she’d scream. Minutes later her other breast received the same treatment. Then at last! At last, he plunged his fingers deep into her channel and she drew in a sharp gasp at the intensity of the pleasure. But still it wasn’t enough.
As a wild Texas wind whipped up outside, he saturated her in pleasure until finally he gripped her ass and lifted her until he was seated near the entrance of her body. “Yes, Silas. Now.”
With a low groan he lowered her over the head of his shaft and it was like a homecoming to her. Lower and lower she sank until at last he was lodged deep inside her pussy. Her body creamed around him as she moved over his length and thickness. The fit was tighter than a glove. Squeezing him, milking his cock, Martha bowed her back. “Take my nipple. Bite it. Lick it. Oh God! I want you so much!”
What wild, wanton woman had entered her body to make her feel free enough to speak this way?
Like the beast he was, Silas nipped and sucked at her as he plunged up, high and deep, fucking her mindless, giving her what she wanted more than anything. His hands began to stroke her ass, dipping deep between the crease to toy with her anus as he fucked her. Writhing against him, she felt her body seize, tighten, and somehow Silas knew because he intensified his motion, plunging and retreating with a ferocity that was so much a part of his animal nature.
Frantic, she grabbed his hair and pulled until she could take his lips. Please let him know how much I want him. Please let him know much I love him. She whispered the prayer in her mind as they fucked, moving in tandem, reaching for that elusive burst of pleasure.
Then it happened, flashing through her body like a firestorm, like lust gone mad. Crying out against his lips, she felt Silas tighten beneath her and finally follow her into that raging flame. He pumped his seed into her body, kissed the tears from her cheeks and held her tightly wrapped in his arms.
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