by Mia Harris
A soft moan escaped Mia’s mouth as Damien finally broke the kiss, and his stroking hands on her back and arms made her feel as if her body had been set ablaze from somewhere deep within. She ached for him to be inside her as she clung to his broad shoulders and stared into his eyes, and then he spoke to her in a deep growl.
“I want you now.”
“I want you too,” she replied breathlessly, smiling up at him as she dropped her hands to his front and played with the buttons on his shirt.
Her heart was beating crazily, and as she fingered his buttons, she looked into his eyes questioningly. He nodded, and she unbuttoned the shirt as quickly as she could while his hands continued to stroke and caress her body, sending violent shivers racing through her. As he slid them over her curvy hips, she sighed in wanton anticipation.
Finally pulling his shirt off, she threw it to the ground, and then looked into his eyes. They glowed a bright yellow and seemed to hypnotize her as she instinctively reached down to the tied side of her wrap dress.
As she pulled it open, Damien leaned down and kissed her again, first on her lips, and then on the delicate skin of her neck. Her cream dress fell to the floor, and she stood before him in her lavender-colored lacy underwear, feeling incredibly sensual as she saw his eyes burn with unbridled lust for her.
Growling, he picked her up in his muscular arms and moved back towards the chaise longue that Mia had been sitting on earlier. Setting her down on the ground, he sat down as she remained standing in front of him, and his yellow eyes lingered on her soft curves, willing her to take off the rest of her clothing.
Mia fingered the straps of her bra and spoke quickly and breathlessly.
“Do you want me to take this off?”
“You know that I do,” he growled.
His eyes were blazing with passion, and Mia loved how crazy she was able to drive this man. Unhooking her bra at the back, she made a show of taking it off slowly, and then dropped it to the floor, allowing her full, rounded breasts to spring free from the cups, her pink nipples hardening under the cool air that immediately hit them.
“And your panties,” he murmured.
Mia could see a bulge in his black pants, and a devilish smile crept over her face as she watched his erection strain against the fabric.
“Why don’t you take these off for me?” she asked, looking down at her panties.
Damien growled and stood up, reaching out and squeezing her full breasts before he sank to his knees in front of her. Moving his hands over her round behind and creamy, soft thighs, he finally hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties on either side of her hips, and held them there for a moment. Looking up at her, he slowly began to pull them down.
“Are you sure you want me to take these off?” he asked.
Mia could see the barely-controlled desire in his eyes and nodded.
He pulled them down her legs until they were bunched up at her feet, and before she could step out of them, he nudged her legs apart with his hands and gently caressed her inner thighs, moving his hands slowly upwards. Mia enjoyed his soft, stroking touches, and then gasped softly with delight as he moved his mouth directly between her legs.
His mouth sent streams of warmth through her body as he slid his tongue between her soft pink petals; already damp with her own desire. She let out a soft moan, and he began to suck gently on her clitoris, sending jolts of electricity shooting up and down Mia’s spine.
She grabbed his head and ran her hands through his short hair, throwing her own head back and moaning with pleasure at the same time. Damien began to flick his warm tongue over her throbbing nub in small, quick circles, and then slowly pressed a finger inside her. Her legs began to tremble, and he pulled away for a second and looked up at her with a wolfish grin.
“Is this what you want?”
“Yes!” she gasped.
He growled again and then rose to his full height, scooping her up in his arms and then placing her on the chaise longue. Her entire body shook as he pounced on her before slowly moving his body down and spreading her thighs again. He nipped at her inner thighs, eliciting soft gasps from Mia as she felt his sharp teeth digging into her, and then he settled his mouth back over her warm folds, tracing tantalizing figure-eight patterns over her sensitive nub again.
After a few moments of this treatment, he pressed two fingers inside her warm tightness, and Mia began to breathe heavily, feeling her insides turn to liquid at his magical touch before she began to rock her hips against him, gyrating on his fingers and trying to pull him even deeper inside her. A powerful orgasm was already building deep within her belly, and only moments later she felt the initial warm waves of ecstasy before she was plunged into an ocean of pleasure.
As she writhed and moaned, Damien pulled away and moved back up on top of her, silencing her with a kiss. She could taste herself on his lips as he hungrily explored her mouth again, and arched her back towards him, needing to feel him inside her right away.
He grinned and reached one hand down over her breasts, rolling and twisting her stiff pink nipples in between his thumb and forefinger and then placing his mouth over one of her breasts, tracing patterns over her delicate areola. His other hand moved even further down between their bodies until it reached his zip, and Mia moaned with anticipation as she heard him slowly sliding the zip down.
“Please! I want you now!” she begged, wrapping her legs around his lower back, pulling him closer.
He smiled and tugged his underwear aside. Mia gasped as she felt his cock rubbing up and down her wet slit, and then groaned in frustration as he pulled it away and slid his palm down to her wetness instead, grazing her clitoris with the pad of his thumb.
“You’re very wet,” he growled. “But I want to hear you tell me how much you want me.”
“So much,” she said. “The whole time I was here today, all I could think about was you tearing my clothes off and sliding your cock into me. Please!”
She began to let out soft whimpers, and Damien grinned.
“You’re a lot dirtier than I first assumed, talking to me like that… don’t worry, I’m going to give you what you want, and then some,” he said, his jaw clenching as he stared down at her.
Grabbing his hard cock, he guided it back up to her opening and pressed inside her, and Mia cried out as she felt him stretching her tightness more than she had ever felt before with any other man. Almost immediately, he began to move in and out of her hard and fast, fiercely claiming her as his with each and every thrust.
Mia gasped and sighed with delight as he slid in and out of her, and began to move her hips back and forth as she found a rhythm with his. She had never felt so completely and utterly full before, and moments later Damien was pulling out of her and rolling onto his back, growling for her to ride him.
Happily climbing on top of his hard, muscular body, Mia lifted her hips then guided herself back onto his cock, closing her eyes and sighing with delight as she felt his hardness filling her again. Damien lifted himself up, propping himself up on his elbows as he rose to meet her, thrusting upwards with his hips as she bounced up and down. As another warm wave of pleasure flooded through her, Mia moaned and felt as if she might collapse against him, but he reached around and grabbed her ass.
His hands were strong enough to hold her and lift her up and down, impaling her on him with each downward movement, and Mia let him move her, enjoying the slick sounds of their lovemaking as he thrust in and out. She could barely catch her breath; the intensity of her second orgasm had made her weak, and as she looked down at her werewolf lover, she saw his eyes burning with passion for her.
The look on his face spurred her onwards, and she slid off him, turning around and facing the other way before reaching around and sliding his cock back inside her. She had never enjoyed the reverse cowgirl position in the past, as the aspect of being taken from behind made her feel like an object, but right now it was making her feel nothing but pure animal lust.
Using all of her willpower as powerful contractions continued to shake her to her very core, Mia switched positions again, moving off him and onto her hands and knees on the chaise longue. Looking back over her shoulder, she ran the tip of her tongue over her lips, enticing him to come and get her before arching her back and spreading her legs wider.
Damien growled again, crouched behind her and then plunged back inside her in one quick thrust, and as he slid in and out of her, he reached around and gently rubbed her clitoris again. Mia screamed with pleasure as he began to slam himself harder and deeper into her, and then he stopped for a second, leaning forward and nipping at her ear before returning to his previous position.
She could feel his cock twitch inside her, and knew he was getting close to his own orgasm. Her legs trembled uncontrollably, and seconds later he let out a loud groan and came deep inside her, coating her insides with his sticky white fluids. Slowly pulling out of her, he panted and pulled her around to face him, leaning down and kissing her hungrily.
The two lovers lay back on the chaise longue afterwards, entwined in each other’s arms as they caught their breath and recovered from their orgasms.
“That was just as amazing as I thought it would be,” he said. “The second I saw you in that café and caught your scent, I knew you were something special. I knew I had to make you mine.”
“I’m glad you did,” she replied, snuggling into his arms. “Even if you tricked me into coming here.”
“I said I was sorry,” he growled, before realizing that she was teasing him.
He playfully nipped at her neck and earlobes.
“It looks like we’re both getting what we wanted,” he continued.
“And what’s that?” she asked, still teasing.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about. I get you, and you get me.”
Mia smiled and kissed him again, feeling the electricity and fireworks starting all over again as she pressed her lips to his, and she knew he was right. There was clearly something very special between them, and they were both getting exactly what they wanted; she had her perfect man, and the packmaster had found his perfect mate.
***
The Cowboy’s Secret
By Mia Harris
“Come on, Hannah!” a faint voice called through the window.
Hannah Adams’ best friend, Lisa, was calling to her from a cab that was parked outside the first-floor apartment that they shared together, and she groaned loudly.
“Wait! I can’t find my toothbrush all of a sudden. Why does this always happen?” she grumbled to herself.
“Hannah, we’re going to miss our flight. Hurry!”
“Fine. I’ll be there in a sec! I’ll buy a toothbrush at the airport convenience store, I guess.”
She picked up her suitcase and dashed out to the cab, where Lisa was sitting with her head stuck out of the window, dramatically rolling her eyes.
“It’s about time. Did you pack boots to go riding in?” she asked, once Hannah was settled into the seat next to her.
“Yep. I can’t believe how early it is. I want to go back to bed.”
“Well, you can sleep on the plane,” Lisa replied.
The two women were on their way to a famous guest ranch in Montana, where they were going to be spending the long weekend that they had managed to get off from work. Coming from a big city like NYC where they had lived all their lives, the country air and huge expanses of open land would be a nice change for them.
Also, as far as Hannah was concerned, it would be nice to get away from the parades of tall, skinny model wannabes that were constantly swanning around the photography studio that she and Lisa worked at. She was comfortable with her five foot two, size fourteen frame, but being around those women started to get to her sometimes, especially when her sleazy boss, Javier, would drool all over them and then completely ignore her.
“This long weekend is exactly what you and I need right now,” Lisa said, reaching over and patting her on the arm.
“Tell me about it. Javier is so annoying. I am this close to just quitting, packing up, and moving out to the middle of nowhere,” she replied.
“Hey, you never know. Maybe you’ll really like Montana and decide to stay!” Lisa teased.
I wish, Hannah thought. She hated living in the city, but the idea of leaving it forever scared her. It would have to take something very special to make her leave.
Several hours later, the two women had arrived at the guest ranch. The scenery around the place was incredible, and Hannah drew in a deep breath as she looked at the mountains in the distance. The owner, a man named Billy, showed them around the ranch and politely took their suitcases from them.
“Here you go. These two cabins are yours. They’re built so that they’re joined together, but they’re actually separated on the inside with two separate doors, so you can have some privacy from each other if need be,” he said, smiling as he handed two keys over.
“Thanks,” Hannah and Lisa said in unison.
“Now, you’re probably tired after your journey, so if you wanna take a nap right now, that’d be a good idea. If not, we’re takin’ some other guests out on a horseback ride in a couple of hours. If you’d like to join us, just meet us by the red barn over there in an hour or so,” Billy said, pointing into the distance.
“Sure, that sounds great,” Lisa said.
“Oh, and one more thing. We have a hell of a lot of overly-friendly farm cats around here. Sometimes they like to come up and scratch on the cabin doors in the middle of the night. Just ignore them. Course, if you like cats, you can always invite them in for a belly rub,” Billy said, grinning before he left.
Once he had walked away, Hannah unlocked the door to her cabin and began to unpack her things. Lisa wandered in from her own cabin twenty minutes later, wearing a gingham shirt, jeans and brown riding boots.
“Like my cowgirl outfit?” she asked, twirling around.
Hannah laughed.
“Yep. I take it we’re going riding then?” she asked.
“Well, I’d like to. If you’re tired from the flight, I can just go alone.”
“No, it’s alright, I’ll come.”
An hour later, the two women walked over to the red barn and met up with Billy and a small group of tourists who seemed very excited to be riding a horse for the first time. Billy gave a quick speech about horseback riding safety, and then whistled loudly. Everyone looked over to their right, and gasped excitedly as they saw several horses being led over to them.
When they were all finally saddled up and ready to go, Hannah looked behind her at Lisa, who looked utterly terrified.
“Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea!” Lisa called out, noticing Hannah staring at her. “I feel like I’m going to go tumbling off any minute!”
“It’ll be alright. Just follow everyone else,” Hannah said, grinning.
She turned her attention back to the front and enjoyed the ride, as rough as it was. She hadn’t expected it to be like this; every few seconds she was bouncing up and down on the saddle, hard… but it actually felt good. Has it really been that long since I had sex that I’m getting turned on by bouncing up and down on a horse? Jeez, that’s tragic. Her job didn’t allow for much time for a social life, and as a result, her sex life had greatly suffered in recent times. Maybe I really should pack up and leave New York.
Billy led the group down into a small canyon, where the grass and trees were so green that they almost looked fake. Hannah closed her eyes for a second and breathed in the cool air, enjoying the fresh country scents around her. Half
an hour later, the group was leaving the canyon, which opened up to a large, flatter piece of land where several cowboys on horseback were rounding up a herd of cattle.
“Oh wow, there are actual real-life cowboys over there!” Lisa shouted from somewhere to Hannah’s right.
“That’s right,” Billy called from up at the front. “Let’s stop here for a moment and rest. You can watch the ‘real-life’ cowboys do their thing.”
Everyone in the group dismounted and let Billy and the other horseback tour guides tie their horses to an old wooden fence that stood nearby.