The Wolf's Concubine

by Erin St. Charles

  “I need you too,” she breathed and it was true, even though it had never been true before in her life. She had never before felt this burning need for anyone.

  He gave her a small nod, then yanked her closer to him. Her leggings were gathered around her ankles, but he left the makeshift binding in place. He pushed her knees back as far as they could go, and spread her legs open to his heated perusal.

  “Beautiful,” he muttered, tracing a finger down the contours of her sex. She kept her mound neatly shaved and trimmed, and his eyes seemed to take in every detail. He leaned back on his haunches.

  “You’re dripping for me.” His gaze, bright with eyeshine, held hers for a moment before he lowered his head to the apex of her thighs.

  His mouth, damp and needy, fastened on her pussy. Pleasure shot through her, and her body throbbed.

  “Ahhhh,” she keened, overwhelmed by the sensations. His stubble rubbed against the sensitive insides of her thighs, and his tongue delved deep inside her.

  His mouth devoured her mound, and she let out a deep, guttural moan. He sucked her clit and pulled it into his mouth. The sensation was so intense she couldn’t stop from bucking wildly against his face.

  He lifted his head and admonished her.

  “Hold still.”

  But she could not stop moving and, panicked, wanted to catch her breath. She put her hands on his shoulders to keep him from moving back in.

  “I can’t...breathe…” she panted. She wanted him to stop. But she also wanted him to never stop.

  With a wicked smile, he lowered his head back between her thighs. He didn’t let her go, but he did slow his pace, lapping at the folds of her pussy, flattening his tongue against her clit until her breathing became shallow.

  Her pleasured moans echoed in the great room of the cabin. He teased, licked and sucked at her sensitive folds before gently attacking her swollen clit, flicking it with his tongue. Her hips began a sensual undulation against the restriction of his hold. She presented her swollen pussy for his mouth to possess, and he feasted on her. One hand cupped her ass cheek and the other pressed her leg gently toward her chest, holding her in place.

  “More,” she told him, writhing and pushing herself into his mouth.

  He answered her plea by increasing the pace of his tongue. She cried out as she realized his skilled tongue had taken her to the brink faster than she knew she could go.

  Her thighs trembled, and he kept licking and sucking, building her pleasure higher and higher.

  Her hoarse cry bounced off the walls of the cabin, and he somehow licked deeper and harder.

  “Oh god, oh shit,” she cried.

  He kept eating her. Eating her pulsing womanhood as she moaned out her pleasure, her back arching off the couch as she came. Phelan swallowed her pleasure as she panted on her back, tears rolling into her ears. He gave one last lick, causing her to shudder, before he pulled back.

  She lay there, eyes hooded and dazed. He appeared in her line of vision. His eyes had shifted to wolf at some point, and his eyeshine was bright in the gloom.

  He kissed her, and she caught her own womanly scent on his lips. Then he sat on the couch and lifted her so she straddled him, much as they had done in the truck. He pulled her into the safety of his arms. Still high on the shattering orgasm he’d given her, she went willingly and melted into him.

  “That was–”

  “Amazing,” he supplied, his lips brushing the shell of her ear when he spoke. His voice was husky with lust.

  She leaned back to look at him. His eyes blazed with banked desire.

  “No. You’re amazing.” She leaned in and kissed the edge of his jaw, then traced a finger along the cluster of freckles on the side of his neck.

  “Big Dipper,” she said, sliding her fingers to the hem of his t-shirt.

  He gave her a quizzical look. “Big–”

  “Big Dipper. You have a cluster of freckles on the side of your neck that looks like the constellation.” She kissed the freckles, which trailed from his ear to his collarbone. “That was my nickname for you. One of the first things I noticed about you.”

  Through their empathic bond, she felt his curiosity, his pleasure at her words. She couldn’t resist smiling. She fiddled with the hem of his t-shirt again and pulled it over his head. His chest was broad, covered in a light smattering of hair over rippling muscles. He was so powerful, so strong, and right now, he was under her, giving her control. She used her tongue to trail a wet path over his collarbone. Then she blew on it. He sucked in a hissing breath.

  “Interesting reaction,” she said, her tone teasing. His legs shifted restlessly under her, and she rolled her hips over his groin. The denim scraped against her clit, and then it was her turn to suck in a breath. He was hard as a rock and clearly ready to move to the next phase of their lovemaking. But for some reason, he was reluctant to tell her.

  “Wanna know what I noticed first?” she asked, still teasing.

  His eyes bore into hers, flashing with eyeshine again.

  She rotated her hips against his groin again. She grabbed his bulge and he tensed, placing a hand over hers.

  “Be careful with that,” he warned, his eyes flashing with need. “My wolf is more than ready to come out to play.”

  She ran her thumbs over his flat nipples which immediately hardened under her touch. She caressed him there, tracing circles, and grinding with her hips. His control was starting to slip, and through their bond she could feel it going with her every touch. He placed his hands over her wrists, stilling her motions. His grip was strong, but measured. He could break her wrists without trying hard, she had no doubt of it.

  What would it be like to have this man in her corner for always? She shoved that thought away. That would never happen. She would enjoy him for as long as she could.

  “I should have been running for my life,” she continued.

  Since he held her hands in place, she could only move her hips, and so she did, mimicking the fucking she knew he wanted from her.

  “Instead, I couldn’t move. I couldn’t take my eyes off you. Your face. Your body. Your dick–”

  He cut her off before she could say anything more, covering her mouth with a demanding kiss, crushing her body to his. Their teeth bumped and she tasted blood. Her blood. In his haste to connect with her, he’d accidentally split her bottom lip.

  But she didn’t care. She might never experience this kind of passion again in her life, and right now, it was hers for the taking.

  So, she took it.

  Chapter 29

  Phelan looked into Lola’s brown eyes. Her pupils were dilated, making them look impossibly dark and bottomless. Her body was against his. Her legs spread wide, leggings rolled down to the ankle on one leg, pussy hovering over his stiff member. She was beautiful, sexy and playful. And she was his.

  Mate. Mate.

  The mantra screamed in Phelan’s mind as excitement welled in his chest. The man and the wolf both knew they belonged to Lola, that she belonged to them. They hadn’t known each other long, but Phelan knew they shared a connection.

  “I know we just met...but I feel like I’ve been waiting for you for forever,” he said, stroking her skin.

  She gave him a wondering look, eyes wide and lips forming a confused pout. Then her eyebrows drew together and she opened her mouth to speak, but he placed a finger on her lips to silence her.

  “I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you right now. Let me make love to you.”

  She gave a slight nod of her head and spread her hands across his chest.

  “Okay,” she said. “My Omni is back in Dallas, isn’t it? I don’t have my health records, but I can tell you I’m clean.”

  “I am too,” he said, capturing her hands in his. “But I want you to feel safe, and I have protection.”

  She gave him a tremulous smile. “Okay.”

  He wasted no time in setting her aside, undressing and retrieving protection from the bathroom
. As she watched, he reclined on the sectional, then beckoned her to climb on top. She was petite and tight, and he wanted her to feel comfortable controlling the pace...at least initially. She hesitated, then crawled up his body and brought her pussy to rest against the tip of his cock.

  It took all his willpower to hold still and not thrust inside her. She gave him a small, knowing smile, then she slid down on him about an inch. She paused and closed her eyes. Sweat beaded on his skin from the effort of holding still.

  Lola sucked in a breath. “Just give me a minute. You’re kind of, um, big.”

  “It’s okay,” he grunted, and it was okay...for now. If they didn’t start fucking soon, it was definitely not going to be okay. In fact, if he didn’t get some friction going soon, his beast would become more insistent about having his needs met.

  She inched farther down on his shaft, and he fought remain still. Easier said than done. Her body was wrapped tightly around him, and it felt so good. Her beautiful face was pinched in concentration.

  “I’m so full,” she hissed through clenched teeth. “You feel so good inside me. But you’re huge.”

  She continued inching down his shaft in tortuously small increments. Finally, she was fully seated on him, and he could feel her ass cheeks pressing against his balls.

  She braced her hands on his chest and executed a tentative hip movement. He nodded his encouragement and cupped the soft mounds of her breasts. She was busty for someone so petite, with dark areolas and nipples that reminded him of mini marshmallows. She was the perfect fit for his large hands.

  She moved again, and his eyes rolled back in his head. Then she sat there on his dick, as stuffed as a Thanksgiving turkey, taking deep breaths, but not moving. It felt so good, but he knew it would feel even better if he moved. He punched up with his hips, enjoying the feel of sliding against her flesh. She gasped and stilled. He stopped moving as well, until some muscle deep inside her twitched, and purely on instinct, his body surged up into hers, eliciting another gasp and a long moan.

  He moaned and said through gritted teeth, “Baby, you are a very snug fit.”

  “Your eyes are glowing,” she said. Not surprising. She was bringing out the beast in him.

  Her hips moved again, slower this time. The tightness eased, her pussy relaxed, and a long moan erupted from deep in her chest. The hands that were braced on his chest curled and her nails bit into his skin. She began a languid hip roll that was exquisite torture.

  The pain of her nails, the teasing strokes of her pussy...it was too much to bear. His control snapped.

  He held her waist firmly with his big hands and began to pump into her with ferocity.

  “Ohhhhh,” was all she said as he pounded into her, his claws extended and her breasts bobbing furiously. The mating urge consumed him and he wanted nothing more at the moment than to fuck her brains out.

  He kept his eyes on her. Sweat gathered on her brow and she, too, appeared to be running on instinct. Her lips curled with every brutal thrust, and her “Ohhhh” became “Yes,” and “Oh shit, oh fuck.”

  “You like my dick, baby?” he growled, encouraged by her response. With one hand, he rolled one nipple between his fingers, pulled it, then pinched it, careful to keep his claws from scratching her delicate flesh. She seized, coming hard, and her pussy clamped down on his cock like she held it in her fist.

  “Fuck! Fuck!” she wailed, looking at him wildly. “Keep fucking me.”

  Good gravy, she wants more.

  “I’m gonna keep fucking you, all night long, baby,” he declared, not caring if he sounded like an idiot. This was his mate. Whatever she wanted, he would give it to her.

  Her juices flowed down his length, sliding over his balls, her face a mask of ecstasy. He pressed a thumb against her clit, his claws retracted, and she detonated again, shrieking and squeezing him in the tight velvet grip of her pussy.

  Lola fell against his chest, panting. She was a ragdoll in his arms, soft and pliant. She seemed completely sated, but he was far from it. He was still as hard as a steel pipe. An image flashed in his mind of Lola on her hands and knees, ass in the air, face to the floor, and he knew this was precisely what he needed.

  Phelan’s body was hungry for a full mounting. Desperate for it. He tried to work through his lust-fogged brain how to tell her what he needed.

  She lifted her head and looked at him with a curious expression.

  Sweat plastered the fine hairs at her hairline to her skin. Her eyes were at half-mast and glazed over. She wiggled her hips, and his cock twitched in response.

  He cleared his throat. “You tired?” he asked, returning her gaze.

  Lola braced herself on his chest again. She cocked her head at him and squinted at him as if he’d gone mad.

  “You serious? You’re not finished, so we’re not finished,” she said simply and shook her head at him.

  As if she knew what he needed, she slid off his body with a low moan. Then she got on her elbows and knees on the couch, propped up on a pile of pillows. Her beautiful round ass was in the air, and a heartbeat later he slid into her.

  She was so wet, and so tight, that after that first push, he couldn’t stop himself and he shoved into her at a feverish, urgent pace. She moaned and screamed out her pleasure as this proved to be an ideal angle for him to reach all the secret spots inside her. The need to bite her, to mark her as his, was nearly overwhelming. Even after all the orgasms he had given her, she was still wet for him, still slippery, hot and snug.

  “I love this pussy, babe,” he mumbled, his body flooded with pleasure, as he plunged into the best pussy he had ever had. The best he would ever have. Beautiful.

  “I love you in my pussy,” she said, her voice breathless, her hips undulating to meet his thrusts. There was a thin trickle of sweat gathering between her shoulder blades.

  “You like how I fuck your pussy, babe?” His hand smoothed over her ass cheeks, and he wanted nothing more than to slap them. The urge to spank her ass was nearly overwhelming.

  “Yes. Yes.” Her voice lowered to a whisper.

  He could no longer hold back, and he gave one butt cheek an experimental smack! and she let out a long, guttural grunt.

  “More,” she wailed. “Please, more.”

  His heart leaped with joy.

  The woman was his mate. Of course, she liked it. He smacked her ass again. And again. And she loved it, her pussy reacted by creaming and squeezing his dick.

  She so wet, so tight. His breathing became labored, heavy, and his thrusts increased as he neared completion. He wanted her to come with him, and he reached around to rub her swollen clit. There were no sounds but the slap slap of their bodies coming together and their desperate moans.

  “Gonna come,” she hissed, a moment before she once again squeezed and shuddered around him, grunting hoarsely as he pounded her through it.

  He felt his balls draw up, and he slapped her sweet ass once more before following her over the edge. He shouted her name as he emptied himself into the condom. Stars exploded behind his eyes and he collapsed back onto the sectional, taking her with him.

  They lay there for long moments, breathing heavy, as sanity returned. He withdrew from her carefully, draping an afghan over her.

  He disposed of the condom in the bathroom, ran warm water over a hand towel and returned to clean her up. He gently ran the cloth over her skin to her sigh of contentment. She blinked at him, still in a sex stupor, and he smiled smugly.

  The lights from the truck were still shining through the window, and he reluctantly left the cabin to turn off the truck lights and close the driver’s side door. When he returned moments later, she still lay on her side on the couch, looking drowsy.

  He sprawled out on the sectional and pulled her onto her lap and into his arms.

  “Well, that was something, wasn’t it?” She chuckled, rubbing her nose into his chest.

  “Better than I ever thought it could be,” he said, stroking her. With the tr
uck headlights off, the cabin was pitch dark, but he had no problems seeing. She was quiet for a moment, then she spoke again.

  “What do you mean?” Lola asked, a note of caution in her voice.

  He was as relaxed as he could be. He was building a life with this woman. It was time he told her.

  “Lola, you’re my fated mate. I knew it the first time I laid eyes on you.”

  She stiffened in his arms, and he wondered if he’d said the wrong thing.

  Chapter 30

  Helen was preparing for her morning run when she heard from Dennis Lauder.

  “Chief,” she said, using her secure Omni with its voice masking technology. She kept the device on audio-only.

  “Juno...ma’am,” he started, calling her by the code name she used for these types of meetings.

  “What do you have for me, Chief?” she asked, sitting at her breakfast bar and pouring herself a second cup of coffee.

  “Lola, Dolores Black, is here with Phelan Cermak,” he started. “She goes by Lola.”

  Helen’s brows creased. That name sounded familiar...but she could not immediately place it.

  “Cermak is from Perdition. I…knew him in high school,” he told her, his voice dropping an octave. He went on to give her more details on what he’d found.

  The tone of the chief’s voice triggered alarm in Helen. He didn’t say anything troubling, but the emotion he expressed was out of proportion to the job at hand.

  She continued to listen as he related how he’d seen them in town, followed the couple to the church carnival, and knew where they were staying.

  She frowned in irritation. They had not left the tiny town, so they were untouchable. However, if Lola voluntarily left the town limits, she would be fair game.

  Somehow, she’d have to get Lola to leave Perdition on her own. As a practical matter, it would be best for the concubine to leave unaccompanied. Alone, she would be easier to re-acquire.

  “He’s passing her off as his fiancé. His mate,” Dennis said, a sharp edge to his voice.