Would they fuck soon?
Nik stopped, turning in the dark shadows and crossed his arms, facing her. “You’re nervous about mating with all three of us.”
Words escaped her for a moment. All fears surfacing, she stared at him. Straw blond hair framed his face—a perfectly chiseled face with high cheekbones and deep blue eyes that watched her like a predator watched his prey. She could lose herself staring at him. There wasn’t a better looking lunewulf anywhere. But it was more than how wet he made her watching her, waiting for her response. Nik was a leader, an aggressive, intelligent lunewulf capable of seeing deep inside her and knowing her thoughts without her voicing them. She wished she could sniff him out as well.
“Don’t tell me how I’m feeling, wolf man. I can’t wait to have three males at my beck and call.”
“When we arrange it, you will fuck all three of us and enjoy it?”
“I won’t dishonor this mating by running from Lukas or Jonathan. If this new law says I fuck all of you, then I’ll do it. I won’t disgrace my den, or the pack, by breaking laws.”
“And you aren’t scared?”
She reached for him and scraped her fingernails down his chest. He lowered his gaze, watching her touch him. When he looked back into her face, fire burned in his eyes. They glowed while he impaled her with his stare.
She sucked in her breath, making a hissing sound. “I’m never scared to try something new.”
Nik pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “What about me?” His voice changed, becoming more of a husky whisper. “I will make all decisions regarding when you fuck them and how. Are you scared of me?”
“I want you more than I want to breathe.” Her cheeks flamed with the confession. “You’ve never scared me, Nik.”
“Then take off your clothes.”
“What?”
A sudden wind wrapped around them, making her shiver even though she burned alive inside with lust that quickly intensified.
“I have your trust and you don’t fear me. Take off your clothes.” He ran his fingers down her chin and then traced a circle around her nipple. “Show me this boldness that you have. If you can’t willingly do as I wish while we’re alone, how will you fuck your other mates?”
He captured her nipple between his thumb and finger and pinched hard. She hissed and grabbed his wrist. Cream soaked her panties while she held on to him, watching his eyes turn silver in the darkness. Intense satisfaction lined his face and filled the air with its appealing scent.
“You like your nipples pinched, don’t you, little bitch?” he growled.
“Yes.” It was like sparks of electricity hissed through her body straight to her clit. “I like you touching me.”
“And I want to see my mate naked before me. Undress,” he said, his voice soft and deep.
His teeth lengthened as he spoke. She saw that his request not only turned her on, but got him hot too. Nik craved being inside her as much as she wanted him there.
Come dripped from her pussy. Her insides tightened with nervous, lustful energy. She trembled when she let go of his wrist, excited to do as he wished. A small amount of fear washed over her though. This was it. After waiting so long, she would be Nik’s mate. She never would have guessed they would end up mating with such bizarre circumstances surrounding them. But if Nik could handle this, then so could she.
Right now though, it was just the two of them. No other lunewulf would interfere or demand her attention. She grabbed the hem of her dress, inhaling her rich, ripe scent as she slowly pulled it up. His gaze dropped to her pussy when she lifted the dress high enough for him to see her panties. A wave of power soaked her even more.
Grinning, she turned around slowly, feeling incredibly sexy and suddenly very confident. “Unzip me,” she demanded, glancing over her shoulder at his mesmerized expression.
As if her words snapped him out of some trance, he looked at her quickly and then moved just as fast to yank the zipper down.
She let the soft material slide down her shoulders while turning back around. He looked like he’d rip the dress from her body if she moved any slower.
Icy fingertips tickled her flesh when the cold breeze attacked her. Praying her knees wouldn’t buckle underneath her, she pulled her dress over her head and then let it drop to the ground.
Sophie stood before him wearing her thigh-highs, boots and panties. Her nipples hardened furiously, the one he’d pinched throbbing from the cold.
“You are beautiful, Sophie. So fucking beautiful.”
“I’m cold. I want to change.” She hated sounding whiny, but it was too easy to be herself with Nik, say whatever came to mind. Her bones popped in agony, and it proved impossible to keep her human body from shivering against the cold.
“Fight it. I want to see you in your flesh.” He rubbed the hard length of his cock that pressed against his jeans.
She watched his long fingers move over the bulge. Her mouth watered and her pussy dripped with come. Every inch of her craved his attention. Standing in front of him naked proved worse torture than the cold. Icy fire teased her clit. “Look at you.” Nik pulled her into his arms, wrapping around her like a warm blanket. “You are mine, little bitch. I’ll share you with two other mates, but, my sweet Sophie, you are my bitch. That will never change, no matter what law the pack announces.”
Chapter Twelve
There had been only a few other bitches—females willing, on the spur of a moment, to belly up in a secluded meadow and fuck him. They had been good and had appeased the pain and need that built inside him. But once he met Sophie, her scent took over his thoughts. No other bitch in the pack would do. All this time waiting and going without sex would pay off—tonight, right now. Sophie would give herself to him and be his mate—for life.
He’d watched her throughout high school and then afterward, with her littermates at pack meetings or around town and at parties. Years ago he knew Sophie would be his bitch, the mother of his cubs. Her den held appearances over everything else. And he’d made sure his advances toward her impressed the right lunewulfs. Nik worked hard, ran with a good crowd and could provide a decent and protected den for Sophie. There hadn’t been any doubt in his mind that when he approached Grandmother Rousseau and announced his mating to Sophie, she would approve without hesitating.
Then this damned pack law had crashed down on their pack. He wouldn’t dwell on how things might be different today if he’d acted faster and fucked Sophie sooner. Nik dwelt on the future, not the past. What was done or not done couldn’t be changed.
Nik lifted Sophie into his arms. “I love how fucking soft your skin is.”
“Your body is so warm.” She wrapped her legs around his waist and circled her arms around his neck. Her eyes glowed and her grin showed her happiness and how much she trusted him.
“Not as hot as you are.” He could get lost in the glow of her eyes. “And your willingness—hell, your excitement—to take on all three of us… I’m hard as a fucking rock for you.”
“I can smell how hard you are, wolf man.”
Something changed in her expression and her scent.
“You are scared to do this,” he guessed.
“You know I am a little,” she whispered and wrapped her arms and legs tighter around him. “But if you’re with me, I’ll do anything.”
“You better believe I’ll be with you. No one touches my mate without me there.” Her submission made his blood burn. He ached to be inside her, to take her everywhere, fuck her pussy, her mouth and her ass.
“You keep calling me your mate. Sounds like it’s time you made me your mate, wolf man.” She teased him and rubbed her body against his.
“Sweet little bitch, I’m going to fuck you until there’s no doubt that you’re my mate. My scent will drip from you.”
“And no one will doubt that you’re my male,” she whispered and then leaned to kiss him and nibble his lower lip.
He gripped the back of her head, tangling hi
s fingers in her silky hair, and claimed her mouth. He inhaled her rich aroma, so full with her lust and need for him. It matched her wonderful taste. His senses heightened, the world around them closing in while he devoured all she offered.
“There are certain things your other mates will never do to you,” he whispered into her mouth.
Sophie’s lashes fluttered over her eyes. They almost glowed silver and her scent had turned so musky that he smelled nothing other than her. “What are those things?”
“They may fuck you, and I’ll enjoy seeing you bring them to their knees when you suck their dicks, but neither one of them will ever fuck your ass. That part of you will be saved for me and only me. Are we agreed?”
Her expression and scent turned serious while she studied his face and listened. When he mentioned her ass, her eyes got wide, then he watched her digest his words. It was as if he saw his little bitch picture each scene in her mind. Although she stiffened for a moment, her body then rubbed against his while her scent almost turned sweet, like perfume.
“Agreed,” she told him, then lowered her head and pressed her moist lips against his neck.
Fucking her until she couldn’t move sounded damned appealing. The act would consummate their mating. But he wanted her to crave fucking him, beg for his attention, and that would only happen if he didn’t rush things tonight. She would love his cock. He could tell by her actions. Her breath was quick and excited, her breasts smashed against his chest with each inhalation. The longer he allowed her to nibble on his neck, lick his flesh and then scrape her teeth over him, the harder it was to remind himself that slow and easy would benefit both of them more.
Walking proved almost an impossible task. He grabbed her dress and Sophie didn’t look up while he carried her into the woods. He sniffed the air, searching for the scents of other lunewulfs. No other animal would hang around long once they picked up on Nik’s and Sophie’s presence. Even in their human form, the creatures that might be out here in the woods at night recognized them as so much more than human. And they knew to get the hell out of their way.
Nik found a quiet spot between the trees where a patch of pine needles carpeted the otherwise rough ground. His cock strained painfully against the pressure of her lithe body as she slid down him. “I don’t smell anyone else out here.” Sophie glanced around them, the slight scent of her nervousness hitting him as she crossed her arms and stared into the darkness.
He had no problem distracting her. Quickly pulling off his sweatshirt, he spread it over the needles on the ground, making a bed for her.
“Lie down for me, little bitch,” he instructed, squatting next to his sweatshirt and looking up at her round breasts and eager, hard nipples that puckered so fucking perfectly.
All blood drained to his cock, and he swelled, pressing against his pants painfully. Sophie went down on her knees, adjusting herself while he unbuttoned his jeans and then unzipped them. The small amount of relief when he offered his cock a bit more space helped him keep from attacking her. All he could think about was forcing her to her hands and knees, mounting her and impaling her pussy and ass. He needed her soaked heat wrapped around him now.
She sat on her ass, and then fidgeted around on his sweatshirt while sliding her stockings and underwear down her legs. Once she was naked, she piled her clothes, creating a pillow of sorts, and leaned back. He quickly stripped the rest of the way, not wanting her naked while he was still dressed. With all of their clothes creating her bedding, she lay down before him.
She’d spread her legs slightly, offering him a glorious view of her damp pussy, nicely shaved and so smooth looking. The scent of her come mixed with her hesitation, creating a scent that would drive any sane lunewulf nuts. He wanted to kiss her, to tell her what she did to him, to let her know how desperately he’d wanted to fuck her for years. But if he got any closer to her right now, he’d pound his cock deep inside her and gain only his satisfaction. Tonight would be for both of them.
Tonight would unite them for life.
“Touch me, Nik,” she whispered, tempting him more with those three words than her scent and the sensual pose she offered him did.
He didn’t mean to hold her in suspense while he enjoyed the beautiful view spread out before him. She appeared a sacrifice offered to him, and he wished just to enjoy her beauty and enticing smell for a moment.
If he kissed her, he would ravish her. He was sure of it. Maybe conversation would keep him sane, help him remember that the sexy little bitch who sat before him with her legs spread, her pussy exposed, was in truth an innocent virgin, anxious to be fucked but deserving of the best he could give her.
“Why do you shave?” he asked, and ran his finger down her soaked slit.
She lurched when he touched her and hissed a breath through her teeth, nipping her lower lip. She reached for him but then hesitated and instead combed her hair with her fingers while her legs clamped shut. Then she slowly opened them farther than they had been before he’d touched her.
His cock jerked, aching for attention. Instead of freeing himself, stroking his swollen cock, he ran his fingers up and down her opening, spreading the smooth folds of skin and filling the air between them with the rich smell of her pussy.
Her hips bucked and she captured his arm between her thighs when she clasped them shut.
“God. Nik. Oh shit, Nik.” Her head fell back and she cried out, collapsing back on her elbows while her entire body shivered.
Her orgasm ripped through her, filling him with pride and desire. She would come for him from the simple stroke of his finger. And the way she cried out his name…his bitch would be a wonderful playmate.
“You are so beautiful.” He couldn’t help but praise her.
She kept her legs clamped around his arm when he tried pulling away. Taking her knee with his other hand, he exerted a little strength to separate her legs again. She gazed at him with glowing eyes under lowered lashes, like a wild animal sniffing out a predator.
“Open for me, little bitch.”
She relaxed, but then tightened her legs again. “Yes,” she murmured, as if trying to convince herself to relax.
With a deep exhalation, she finally let her legs fall far apart.
“Good bitch. Now answer me.” He ran his finger through thick come that clung to her pussy. It took every bit of strength he had to keep his touch gentle while soaking his finger with her juices. “Tell me why you shave.”
“I like how it looks,” she said on a gasp, her mouth forming a small circle.
What he wouldn’t do to slide his cock past her lips. He couldn’t argue with her though. She had the best-looking pussy he’d ever seen. And her scent—so pure and rich, sensual and untried. She was fucking perfect.
He stretched her pussy lips with his fingers, then inhaled a wash of her incredible aroma as he stared at the pool of come inside her. Sliding his finger inside, he sucked in a breath when her inner muscles clamped down on him. He barely managed to control his own actions. Muscles swelled throughout his body and his bones popped. He fought so hard for control not to explode or attack her, and now he had to keep the change that burned inside him at bay. He wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.
“Nik,” she hissed. Her body prepared for another orgasm.
As terribly as he tortured both of them, watching her muscles harden, her legs quiver while her head fell back and her long blonde hair fanned over the ground proved a show he wouldn’t miss for anything.
Her thighs quaked. Her breath came in pants. He pushed a second finger in, thrusting deep into her heat while imagining his cock impaling her. She was so fucking hot! Her lusty fire burned through him.
“Do you watch yourself, sweet bitch? When you masturbate, do you see how beautiful you are?” His voice turned into a growl, the change threatening to consume him in spite of his fight for clarity.
“Sometimes,” she confessed.
Her come seeped out and covered his palm, filling the air wit
h a ripe scent. He fucked her with his fingers, pumping them in and out of her wet pussy. Her breathing grew quick and shallow, and she grabbed her breasts, falling down on her back. She pulled and squeezed them, forcing her caramel-colored nipples to poke up at him. He drooled watching her play with herself.
His balls tightened. Pre-come seeped from his cock. He couldn’t endure the sweet torture any longer. He struggled one-handed with his jeans until he freed his cock from its unbearable confinement. The cold air did nothing to soothe the savage heat burning inside him.
In and out. His fingers drove deep inside her tight pussy, then slid out slowly, her muscles fighting him. His need to bury himself inside her made it impossible to think straight.
Spreading her legs farther apart, she rocked back and forth, encouraging her orgasm.
“Shit. Nik.” She rode his fingers, thrusting wildly like an untamed creature snagging onto and claiming all the pleasure she could master.
Hot come drenched his hand. It took all the effort he could pull off not to come with her. He bit down on his lower lip, tasting his own blood and focusing on the smell of it to keep his senses straight. The beast inside him roared with the smell of her orgasm.
Claim her. Possess her. Fuck her now!
“I have to taste you,” he muttered, barely able to get the words out.
Without waiting for her response, he pulled his fingers out of her and grabbed her legs, stretching her and pulling her to him. “Before I fuck you, I’m going to lick your come out of you.”
She stared at him with almost completely silver eyes, her hair a wild mass of glowing blonde that draped her shoulders and fell down her back and over her breasts. She lifted her head, propping herself up on her elbows and met his gaze. He held her captive with his eyes, willing her to continue watching him while positioning himself in front of her pussy. Then he shoved his tongue deep inside her and tasted her fresh, ripe lust.
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