by C. D. Gorri
They’d told him about the instant attraction. They’d told him he’d end up wanting to stare into her eyes forever. They’d told him his inner beast would recognize her inner beast as his other half. Yung had felt it happening at the club.
But now that he was close to her, touching her, it was like lightning striking his body. Every nerve in his being, some he didn’t even know existed, were coming to life. It was like she was awaking another part of him. A part that had been dormant and was rising because its other half was now present.
He could tell she felt it too from the way she was staring at him. She shivered. Not out of fear, out of need. A need for him. A growl rumbled through her chest. It was a soft sound that set his body on fire. Unable to stop himself, he leaned in and kissed her.
Not a soft kiss. He was too far gone for that. It was a hard kiss, a demanding kiss that made him even harder. As he deepened the kiss, he felt her fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer. Her scent of arousal hit him full force. Yung lost himself in her kiss.
*.*.*.*
Her body was going through the change. His kiss had kicked it in into over-drive. Iris held on to him as if her life depended on it. She was on fire and his rock-hard body was exactly what she needed to extinguish her blaze. Before she knew it, she had her legs wrapped around his waist. His hands gripped her butt and pressed her closer to his body.
Still, she felt like she wasn’t close enough. She could feel his cock through his shorts, big and hard. With no panties on, she felt his hardness rubbing against her slick heat as she rubbed against him. A part of her brain was telling her that she would regret this in the morning.
But her inner beast wanted to be pleasured and refused to be denied. Look at her! Blaming it on her inner beast. Iris wanted it just as much as she did. If his kiss had made her feel this good, she couldn’t help but wonder what else he could do with his tongue.
Maybe for the first time ever, she could get that big O the others spoke so highly of. Perhaps he was the one who could put an end to her losing streak when it came to sex. She was ready to find out. Yung tore his mouth from hers. She growled, wanting him to return to kissing her.
“I want you so bad,” he said hoarsely. “But the witches told me you were innocent. I don’t want to hurt you. I never want to hurt you.”
Ahhh, he thought she was a virgin. Those wicked witches had told him she was innocent. They were so funny. He’d taken it to mean she was a virgin. Not true. She’d had sexual encounters before. Both instances had left her feeling that sex was pointless.
Putting Part A into Part B didn’t always lead to the big O. After trying sex a couple of times and not enjoying it, she’d decided that maybe she really was an Ice Queen – frigid and unfeeling. She could heat up a fantasy, she just couldn’t bring it to life.
Yet, tonight, with him, maybe the outcome would be different. Maybe the star of her latest fantasy was just who she needed to show her what the witches insisted she was missing out on, mind-blowing sex. It was cute that he wanted to take things slow with her.
But her body wasn’t having that. She needed him now, inside her. The change had her body on fire. Iris was surprised the water around them wasn’t sizzling. She didn’t know how to tell him what she wanted. So, she’d show him. Taking control of the situation, she unwrapped her legs from around his waist.
She hopped off him and began unbuttoning his shorts. The shocked expression on his face let her know he had not expected that from her. Iris yanked his shorts down and paused when his manhood sprang forth. He didn’t have on any boxers.
They were both part of TNU: Team No Underwear. She was all for no underwear, but now they had a new problem. Her eyes took in his cock. It was impressive. Long, hard, even better than she’d imagined. But... Iris glanced up at him. Her expression was one of worry.
Yung grabbed her hand, placed it on his cock, then whispered, “Don’t worry, it will fit.”
She stared back down at his length. If these feelings she experienced when near him were real, that meant he was her mate. He was made for her. They were destined to be together. Which meant, this cock was made for her. It was all hers. It had to fit.
Guided by his hand, Iris began to stroke him. Up and down. Up and down. Once she got the rhythm, Yung removed his hand and let Iris explore his body. With one hand, she stroked him. With the other, she caressed his abs. His body felt marvelous.
She could feel him watching her. Suddenly, nervousness kicked in and she started to overthink things like she always did. Was she gripping it tight enough? Was her grip too tight? Was she hurting him? Should she stroke faster, slower? She didn’t know.
It wasn’t like there was a dick stroking manual out there for her to study. Or was there? She would search the internet tomorrow to see if there was. Then again, maybe she wouldn’t because all of her worries faded away when he started moaning. His eyes drifted shut as another moan escaped him.
Iris smiled as she stroked him up and down. Knowing that she was bringing him pleasure made her feel naughty. It made her want to find ways to make him moan louder. Continuing to stroke him, she used her other hand to cup his sack. His cock jerked against her palm. Her smile widened.
His breaths were coming in short gasps. Iris stroked him harder and faster. A tiny drop of precum appeared on the tip of his cock as he began to grind his body against her palm. Iris rubbed her thumb over the tiny drop of moisture causing his entire body to jerk.
She couldn’t resist tasting the next drop that appeared. Leaning forward, she stuck her tongue out and licked the tip of him. Yung threw his head back and growled. The beast within her roared. Iris wrapped her lips around his cock and took him into her mouth.
She’d never done anything like this before. She’d never wanted to. The animalistic sounds he was making spurred her own. His taste on her tongue was driving her beast wild. They both wanted more of it, all of it. And she knew how to get it. Lowering her hand, she pleasured him with her mouth only.
His cock throbbed against her tongue. She couldn’t believe she had the ability to make him react this way. Her hands caressed his muscled thighs as her mouth moved up and down on his cock, taking him in as deep as she could. Eyes closed, she didn’t see it, but she felt it when he bunched his fingers up in her hair.
Yung thrust forward, fucking her mouth and Iris loved it. Her beast wanted even more of him. Iris sucked up every drop of moisture that came from his body. He began to ride her mouth faster and harder. Iris wrapped her arms around his waist and sucked him harder. His body jerked again and he cried out.
There was that more she and her beast craved. Cum filled her mouth. She continued sucking, reveling in the taste of him, her mate, her lover. She kept sucking until she’d taken in all he had to give. Even then, her beast begged for more. She leaned back and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
Staring up at him, she whispered, “I love the way you taste.” Another shiver wracked his body.
“Your turn,” her mate growled.
Yung lifted her out of the water and walked with her to the tree where his shirt had landed. After lying her down on the shirt, he slipped his shorts off then joined her on the ground where he spread her legs apart and stared down at her sex. Iris knew she should be embarrassed at having a stranger stare at her so intimately. She wasn’t.
The only thing she felt was excitement. He’d said it was her turn. Yet, all he was doing was staring at it and licking his lips. The hungry look in his gaze had her lifting her hips. She eagerly offered her pussy to him. Her mate inhaled deeply and smiled. Then he lowered his mouth to her sex and proved that he was nothing like the men of her past.
*.*.*.*
Yung couldn’t believe how passionate his mate was. The way she’d run from him at the club earlier had led him to believe she wasn’t attracted to him. But the way she’d just sucked and swallowed him let him know she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her.
He’d wanted to tak
e things slow with her due to her being a virgin. But the change was making it impossible for either of them to suppress their inner beasts. He just hoped she didn’t regret their lovemaking in the morning. His plan to lick her long and slow flew out the window when she began gyrating her hips against the air.
Yung lowered his mouth and twirled his tongue around the bud of her sex. Iris jerked and grabbed a hand full of his hair, pressing his face deeper. Yung sucked and licked her more. Placing his hands under her, he grabbed her ass and lifted her closer to his face.
He ground his mouth against her sex, drinking in the nectar that flowed from her. She was so fucking sweet. He’d never tasted anything as delicious as his mate. Fuck desserts. From now on, her chocolate was all he needed. His mate trembled. Yung flicked his tongue faster. Her moans filled the air.
Still sucking her bud, he slid one finger into her. She quivered. Yung placed another finger inside. She groaned and began riding his fingers, lifting her hips up and down on them. He moved them in and out slowly, careful not to hurt her. She rode his fingers faster, so he too picked up the pace.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he muttered between licks. He could’ve paused and said what he had to say. But he didn’t want to miss one drop of her wetness.
“You can’t hurt me,” she told him as she moved her hips. “I’m not that experienced. But, I’m far from innocent.”
This time he did pause and raise his head.
“But the witches said…” They’d said she was innocent. He’d assumed she was a virgin.
“Are you disappointed?” she asked, looking nervous.
Yung shook his head. “Nothing you do could make me disappointed in you.”
She smiled. His heart flipped over in his chest.
She nodded to her body. “You haven’t finished eating.”
No, he hadn’t. Grinning, he told her, “I promise to finish it all and lick my plate clean when I’m done.”
She giggled. The sweetest sound he’d ever heard. He lowered his mouth to her sex. She wasn’t a virgin. He didn’t have to be gentle. He could devour her the way he wanted to. Yung fingered his mate harder, deeper, licking and sucking her pussy as she rocked against his mouth.
Already he was growing hard again. Iris’s body began to jerk uncontrollably. Her thighs trembled against his face and he knew she was close to coming. She fucked his mouth faster, harder, and he drank in the sweetness that poured from her. With one last jerk, she cried out.
Her body tightened around his fingers as her orgasm crashed over her, sending wave after wave of pleasure beating against her shores. He continued licking as she rode those waves of pleasure. Pleasure he’d delivered. Pleasure he wanted to spend the rest of his life delivering to her.
Spent, Iris fell back against the ground. Aftershocks caused her body to quake slightly as he withdrew his fingers from her. Refusing to part with any drop of her, he licked his fingers clean before leaning down to rain kisses from her navel up to her mouth where he kissed her deeply.
She kissed him back and sighed in contentment when he pulled away to stare down into her eyes. They both could feel the bond between them growing. Yung’s hunger for her was rising. He could also feel the sun beginning to rise. He wondered if his mate would let him make love to her until the sun rose.
She was staring up at him in awe. He was sure the same expression was reflected in his gaze. Cupping her breast, he bent down and kiss her again. Iris rubbed her hands up and down his back as she ground against him.
The tip of him pressed against the entrance of her sex. Sliding one hand between their bodies, he rubbed the tip of his cock against her wetness, drawing a moan from her. Slowly entering her, just a little, he felt her body tighten. He wasn’t a small man.
He wanted to prepare her so that he wouldn’t hurt her. Hurting her was the last thing he wanted to do. However, the way she was pressing her slick heat against his cock was making it hard for him to go slow.
“Slow down, love,” he whispered. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Iris ceased moving. Yung pressed forward, going a little deeper. He captured her lips in another kiss. Her hands caressed the sides of his face as their tongues danced together, teasing, tasting. He’d never felt this relaxed, this content with any woman.
Was he in love already? This wasn’t simply lust. He knew how that felt. This was different. He needed this woman just as much as he needed his next breath. Her scent was driving him mad and his inner beast wanted out to play.
“Can I make love to you until the sun comes up?” Yung asked, voice hoarse with restrained desire. Staring down at her, he watched her expression go from a look of pleasure to one of confusion then fear. Iris pushed hard at his chest and she struggled to get up from under him.
Confused, he told her, “No one’s coming. I would’ve let you know if I’d heard any footsteps.”
His mate pushed at him again, hard. Letting her up, he watched as she searched frantically for her clothing. Muttering to herself, she looked up at the sky a few times.
“Why are you looking at the sky?” He asked, dumbfounded. He could have sworn he heard her mutter ‘fucking sunrise’. But that was ridiculous. Why would the sun rising make her act this way? It had to be something he’d done. Fuck! He knew he should’ve gone slower.
“Did I hurt you?” Yung’s voice held a note of concern and fear.
Iris ignored his question and slipped on her dress. He got up and walked over to her. Her wet skin made it hard for her to pull the dress down over her curves. But, she managed. She was about to leave him again. He wasn’t ready. He at least wanted to know what he’d done to make her afraid of him again.
He’d change. He’d do anything to keep her from feeling this way. Grabbing her by the waist, he turned her towards him as a hint of the sun’s rays streaked across the sky, creating a soft orange glow above them. In his arms, Iris’s skin began to pale, turning from a beautiful brown color to almost gray.
Gray wasn’t even the right word for it. She was almost translucent. That wasn’t the only change coming over her. Her eyes slowly turned from dark brown to red. Shocked, he released her and took a step back. Her gaze never strayed from his. Yung’s chest ached at the hurt expression she now wore.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, before disappearing right before his eyes.
One minute she was there. The next she was gone. Still in shock at her transformation, all Yung could do was stand there, staring at the spot where his mate had once stood. What was she? His head began to hurt like hell. Yung closed his eyes, trying to relieve the pressure building behind his eyes.
She couldn’t be what he thought she was. She couldn’t. Opening his eyes, he was shocked to find the lake and the clearing he’d just been standing in gone. A sudden need to leave this area came over him. In a daze, he walked back through the forest from which he had come.
Small branches scratched his legs and arms as he numbly walked back to the fork in the road. The sun was now halfway up. Yung stood in the middle of the road staring at the trees he had just emerged from. Was his mate a vampire? He had just watched her eyes turn from brown to red.
But her skin turned paler. Leeches' skin burned in the sun. Hers hadn’t. She couldn’t be a vampire. Maybe she was a witch. Yung felt compelled to turn and leave, but he fought it. The more he fought the compulsion, the more his head ached. He couldn’t leave without knowing the truth.
Was his mate a vampire? That question was on repeat in his mind. He tried to think of reasons why she couldn’t possibly be a vampire. For starters, leeches were pale, always. They didn’t turn pale when in the sun. Plus, she smelled like a wolf shifter.
He could sense her inner beast whenever they stared into each other’s eyes. He knew she was going through the change. Vampires didn’t do that. Head pounding, Yung glanced down at his naked body. Damn. His clothes were still in the clearing.
He took a step forward. A wave of nausea came over him. It worsened w
ith every step he took toward the forest. Forget it. He couldn’t fight the witches’ spell over their village. He also couldn’t walk home naked.
Shifting into his wolf form, he stared longingly at the trees. He would return there tomorrow night and prove to himself that his mate was a wolf. Anything else was unacceptable. Wait, he’d never met a wolf who could disappear.
Damn!
Chapter Four
Iris teleported to her bedroom. The pull of the moon was gone. The push of the sun was taking over. Her body felt heavy. She knew she should lie down, but there were things she had to do first. Like, find Valera. Iris teleported to the cottage on the far end of the village where Valera and her sisters lived.
On the cottage door hung a large sign that read ‘those who enter uninvited will be eaten’. The sign usually made Iris laugh. Today, she felt like ripping it off the door. Iris knocked loudly then began pacing back and forth on the porch. Her mind was racing. None of her thoughts were good ones.
Her mate had seen her vamp out. As he’d stared at her, disgust and hatred had been etched into every line of his face. How could she have been so stupid? She should have never let him see her in the sunlight. She knew what he’d seen. Her skin had turned ashen.
If she would’ve stayed out any longer, it would’ve turned translucent. Her eyes had gone from brown to blood red. Unlike full-blooded vamps, she and her sister didn’t burn in the sun. They didn’t spend the entire day sleeping either, all they needed was a few hours and they were back up.
However, they did have to wear shades if they were out in the sun. Too many hours in the sun and their eyes would begin to ache. Her thoughts drifted back to her main concern. Yung. He’d looked at her as if she was a monster. Iris knocked again on the witch’s door.
She heard Valera screaming that she was coming. Hurry up. Val opened the door and the two friends stared at each other. Iris tried to hold it together. She failed. A sob escaped her and she burst into tears. Val rushed to comfort her. As they hugged, Iris told Val everything that happened between her and her ‘mate’.