Were Slave (2010)

by Slater, Lia

  "You wouldn't dare." God, she hoped not.

  "And yet you don't trust me. Why is that?" A wild spark glinted in his eyes and his gorgeous lips curled up to a half-smile.

  Nayla stood speechless. She didn't know how to answer his question and she didn't know how to stanch the raw need surging through her body. Her fingers itched to touch him, despite the ill will she held for his species. He was so close and... She glanced down to his solid erection. He wanted her too.

  She licked her dry lips. "I trust us. Together."

  * * * * *

  Mace raked his gaze down to the lush cleavage spilling from her dress. He gave up trying to fight the attraction. It was an impossible mission. The wolf inside of him, the part that was difficult to control, was clawing to be released, weakening his human side. It had been too long since he'd transformed, too long since he'd felt the moon's empowering glow.

  He gritted his jaw. How simple it would be to break through the boarded windows and run into the night. But leaving wasn't an option as long as his pack was imprisoned. Which wouldn't be for much longer if Nayla was honest about agreeing to feed them. If it were true, soon they might have enough strength to overpower the guards.

  With his naive Nayla occupied, they might have a better chance.

  "Do you trust me, Mace?" She stared up at him, her eyes glossy against the dim light of the oil lamp. "I promise I'll make your life pleasant. And I'll be loyal to you." She brushed her fingers down the center of his abdomen and her voice dropped to a sensual whisper. "If you continue to satisfy me, I'll give you my all."

  His stomach clenched against her touch as pressure built in his groin. No, he'd not be so foolish as to put his life in this woman's hands. But he'd gladly allow her to satisfy him for now. And, damn it if he didn't want to give her more pleasure.

  Like an addict reaching for his drug, Mace seized her wrist and pressed her hand against his erection. His blood coursed through his body, rushing toward her touch as she wrapped her cool, soft fingers around his cock.

  He inhaled a rough breath and guided her up and down his shaft. With his hypersensitive Were senses on overload, he caught the musky scent of her pussy as she grew moist for him.

  His balls knotted achingly tight. "Have you ever had a man in your mouth, Nayla?"

  She shook her head and looked up at him. "No. I'd like to try it, though. I want to taste you. Every part of you."

  He swallowed any hope of denying her this evening, wondering how he'd found himself in this predicament, yearning for a beautiful woman who was also his captor. The same woman who'd starved his pack and imprisoned them in filth. If he hated her, all this would be simpler, but every nerve in his body deceived him by craving her.

  He brought his hand up to brace the back of her neck. With a firm hold, he pulled her with him as he found a wall to lean against, then eased her down to her knees. She went willingly but pursed her lips, probably holding back a scowling remark about how she, the Queen, shouldn't be treated this way. But he didn't give a damn. He refused to be her whipping boy. If she wanted this affair, it would be on his terms.

  Her hands trembled as she held his base. "I've seen it done and I know I can be good at it."

  Not the response he'd been expecting. He released her neck and used his hand to sweep the tip of his cock across her parted lips. With her kneeling in front of him, looking up at him with glossy eyes, all he desired was to be deep in her mouth.

  She licked the path he'd made with his pre-cum. "Mmm," she said so softly he barely heard.

  But he did hear it. And it ignited him. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead and his balls tightened, begging for release. "Please, Nayla."

  A mischievous smile curved her moist lips before she gripped the base of his cock with both hands and slowly twirled her pink tongue around his engorged head.

  "Oh, God." He pressed his palms against the cold, solid wall behind him.

  She took his head into her mouth then, soaking him in her warmth. The sight of her lips wrapped around him was breathtaking. Her sweet, innocent appearance colliding with crude passion as his dick corrupted her virgin mouth.

  "More," he said coarsely and braced her neck again. "Please take more." He nudged his erection farther into her mouth and she moaned against it, swirling her slippery, velvet tongue along each side.

  One of her hands grabbed his hip as the other continued to squeeze his shaft. Her lips tightened around him as she grew hungrier, greedily sucking him in until he was snug against the roof of her mouth and the back of her throat.

  "Nayla, you're so good. So very good." He thrust his hips forward, wanting desperately to fuck her lush mouth.

  She sucked harder as her tongue ran against the bottom of his cock. The pressure was fierce and growing inside him. He dragged breaths of air into his parched lungs as all blood rushed to his groin. She was relentless and oh-so eager to please him, to taste him.

  He cried out a violent sound and jerked against her mouth, shooting his hot cum into the back of her throat. She released him and swallowed, wiping her swollen lips with the back of her hand.

  His rough breathing calmed as she stood before him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her body was soft and the scent of lust was even stronger, causing his cock to stiffen again.

  "I think I deserve a kiss now." She bit into her bottom lip.

  What? He swiped the sweat from his brow. "A kiss?"

  "You haven't kissed me yet. Did you realize that?"

  Ah. He was well aware he'd avoided that type of intimacy, something he'd left behind with the memory of Elizabeth. A fuck was a fuck but a kiss led to emotions. Or at least it had with his late wife.

  "I don't kiss," he said simply.

  "Ever? Or just me?"

  He shook his head, ignoring the irrelevant question. "When do I get to see my pack?"

  "When will you kiss me?" She looked straight into his eyes, not allowing him to avoid her question.

  He couldn't help but smile. "Are we bartering?"

  "I do what I must to get what I want and I very much would like your lips on mine."

  "Let me get this straight. All I have to do is kiss you and you'll take me to my pack without chains."

  "Yes. It's a simple request, don't you think?" She nuzzled up against his neck and licked a spot below his ear.

  Bold woman, but, God, so irresistible. "All right." What could it harm? Besides, he wasn't as weak as he'd once been. He had a strong mind and body. And, he admitted to himself, he'd wanted to taste her full red mouth since he'd laid eyes on it.

  "Yes?" She smiled and crushed her soft breasts harder against his chest.

  With a breath, he summoned all his strength. "Don't get excited. It'll mean nothing."

  "Oh. I...well, that's fine with me." Her smile faded and he almost regretted being cruel to her.

  His gaze dropped from her eyes to her lips. They were plump and smooth and they were drawing him in. Not since Elizabeth had he wanted to kiss a woman more. And as soon as he gave himself permission, need overtook him. He ducked his head and took her sweet mouth.

  Fervent and fiery, their lips met but it wasn't enough. He gathered her closer with one arm around her tiny waist and a hand to cup her jaw. Her tongue surprised him by flicking out and into his mouth. He quickly obliged her by meshing it with his own. She tasted like his earthy scent but sweetened with her own pleasing flavor. Nectar-sweet, like a peach he could bite into. Rich and tempting.

  He wanted to consume her, lick and nibble her body from her lips to her ripe pussy. He wanted to possess her, make her his.

  No, that was just his reignited hard-on speaking for him. Or his need to protect and dominate. Having this delicate woman in his arms was confusing him. Her soft, supple curves molded to his hard male lines, diminishing the small bit of command he had left.

  He told himself to pull away from her intoxicating mouth but it was useless. She tasted too good, felt too right.

  Damn her. He wanted more
.

  Impatience, anger and desire fueled him as he raised her skirt and tore away the fabric that separated her from his need to fill her.

  "Mace."

  He silenced her with a firm kiss, pressing hard against her lips, entangling his tongue with hers. His fingers dug into her hips as he pulled her with him to the floor, lifting her and setting her on top of his lap.

  Not a moment passed before his cock found the entry to her taut, wet pussy. He guided her down, stretching her inch by slow inch until he filled her completely. Encompassing, snug and warm. So fucking perfect.

  A small sound of satisfaction escaped her throat and she nipped his bottom lip with her teeth, drawing blood.

  He didn't care. His attention centered on her muscles clenched tight against his throbbing shaft. With his help, she rose slightly and sank back down. Up and then down. He dug his heels into the floor and thrust up to meet her each time. Their shared groans of rising pleasure seemed to draw them closer, into their own bubble of ecstasy. Nothing else mattered but their inevitable release.

  Her juices trickled from her pussy onto his testicles and he knew she was close to coming.

  Oh, hell.

  He dropped his bloody mouth from hers and kissed and licked the valley between her ample breasts, tasting his coppery blood mix with her salty skin. Her breasts bounced with her steady up-and-down movements. So lovely. He only wished he'd taken the time to shred the dress from her body, like he had the night before. He wanted her naked and vulnerable. From memory, he knew every inch of her was exquisite. And his. She was his.

  Nayla belonged to him.

  No man would ever have her like this. No man would ever make her whimper and sweat with passion. Not if he could help it.

  Her fingernails bit into his shoulders and she moaned softly against his ear. "Come inside me, Mace. Please."

  He shook his head but continued, grasping her supple ass and quickening his pace. Thrusting his hips up faster and harder while he held her flesh in his hands.

  So damn good.

  But not enough.

  The wolf inside him begged for more. Her kiss, the taste of her mouth, had twisted something inside of him and he was losing control. A growl ripped through his throat and he found himself jumping to his feet, holding her tight to his body.

  She wrapped her legs around him as he turned and pushed her against the wall. "Mace, what are you doing?"

  Hot blood pounded against his temples and in his groin, making him crazy. What was wrong with him? It didn't matter. He'd give in to his wolf side. He had no choice. He only hoped he wouldn't lose Nayla's trust, if he ever had it.

  And the chance to visit his pack.

  * * * * *

  The cold brick wall scraped against Nayla's back but she didn't complain. She'd gotten her wish. A kiss. A heart-stopping kiss. His taste was much like his alluring scent, wild and magnetic. It reminded her of her walks through the forest and the rush of the creek. Crisp and fresh and untamed.

  She pressed her lips to his again and pushed her tongue inside. She could drink from him if he let her. Nibble on his lips, suck on his tongue. Now that she knew how he tasted from his mouth to his delicious cock, she would never let him go.

  He groaned as she devoured him with her desperate kisses. Mercilessly, he began thrusting his hard length into her pussy. His hips ground into her and his steel chest crushed her against the rough wall.

  She tightened her legs around him and tried to meet his thrusts, ignoring the pain in her back. One of his hands gripped her bottom and the other clawed at her breast, ripping at her fabric. Yes. God, yes. She wanted to be free of her clothes so she could feel him against her, bare and exposed for his touch.

  Like animals. Yes, just like an animal. He could have her that way. He could have her any way.

  He wrenched away from her mouth and dipped his head to her beaded nipple. His teeth were sharp as he took her flesh into his mouth. Nayla watched him, unable to tear her eyes from his beauty as he sucked, then nibbled, then scraped his teeth across her flesh, nicking her skin.

  A drop of blood ran down the curve of her breast and he licked at it. "Sorry," he murmured and lapped his tongue over the path again. "I'm losing control. You make me lose control."

  "It's fine." She constricted her pussy walls. "Keep going. I can take it."

  He groaned again, but this time the sound rumbled through his body, coming from somewhere deep inside him. His pupils blackened, eating away any trace of blue.

  Then, deep inside of her, she felt his cock swell, stretching taut against her channel. She bit into her lip and grasped his rigid shoulders as warmth shot through her belly and down her thighs. "Ah," she gasped. "What's happening?"

  She didn't hear if he answered her. Her mind could only concentrate on the rush of pleasure surging through her body. She closed her eyes and reveled in the way he began to slowly move his thick length inside of her. Her thighs and pussy pulsated with heat. A cry stuck in her throat and finally broke loose when he quickened his pace, ramming her into raw oblivion. "Yes. Yes! Oh, oh, Mace. Oh, God!"

  Control was no longer an option as she dropped her head on his shoulder and released every balled-up nerve in her body. They all sang and tingled and then gushed with bliss.

  He held her up as her legs went limp, his hands clasping her thighs. Then he grunted and drove into her two more times before giving in to his own release with a fierce, painful-sounding growl. His hot liquid shot inside of her, causing her to shudder again.

  "Ah," she moaned and pressed her lips to his neck.

  Her mind was in a haze as he carried her to the bed and laid on top of her, his swollen cock still inside of her.

  "You're hard," Nayla whispered against his ear. "But I felt you come."

  A devilish grin cut across his lips. "I thought you could take it."

  "I can. It's just I thought men needed to rest afterward. My ex-lover always--"

  "I don't want to hear about another man." He avoided eye contact while making quick work of ripping the torn dress from her body.

  Was that jealousy? She bit back a grin. Was it possible that this Were was starting to have feelings for her? Or was this simply his dominant nature? Saul had said he was the alpha of his pack. The leader. Always in charge and never anyone's second.

  In any case, he demanded respect. Which posed a huge problem. How would she ever keep him here with her, as her companion, as her WereSlave lover if he couldn't be tamed? There wasn't a submissive bone in his body.

  She gulped down the question as he spread her naked thighs and thrust his hips forward. Her pussy quivered with aftershocks. He felt so good. So right.

  He slid his slick cock out halfway before driving himself back in. Then again and again. He was unquenchable and she so very much wanted to please him. Anything to make him realize he'd be happy here with her.

  Grabbing her knees, she pulled up her legs and opened wider for him. The movement made her passage exceptionally taut. More important, it made him moan with pleasure.

  His body trembled and with a jerk and one last thrust, he released and collapsed on top of her.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck and combed her fingers through his silky dark hair. His body was warmer than usual, which was a nice comfort in the nippy room.

  "Thank you," she heard herself say before she could stop. Gratitude for sex? How pathetic was she?

  "Did I hurt you?" he mumbled against the mattress.

  "No." She smiled. "Were you trying?"

  "Trying not to kill you, maybe." He rolled over onto his back and off Nayla. "I try to show you I'm like any other man and the wolf in me laughs at my attempt."

  She sat up and looked into his now-blue eyes as they glistened from the soft oil lamp light. Her heart fluttered but she reminded herself again that he wasn't what he appeared. "You didn't change into a wolf."

  "No, but he's still here, lurking. And he's angry that he hasn't been freed. Hell, I'm angry."

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nbsp; "Why?" What a stupid question, Nayla. Of course he's angry. You're keeping him captive. And for good reason.

  He didn't answer her. And she was glad. What was the point in debating?

  Instinctively, she turned toward him and admired his handsome profile as he stared up at the ceiling. With strong bone structure and powerful lips, he was any woman's dream man. But he was hers. She'd never allow that fact to change. Hearing him talk about the wolf inside him should have terrified her. But he hadn't made an attempt to pull the boards from the windows and transform. Maybe he wanted to be here with her. Just a little. It was all she could hope for.

  Chapter Five

  Mace passed through the dungeon gate, looked out among his pack and stifled the urge to smile.

  Two weeks had passed and they were rapidly gaining back their energy. Nayla had allowed him to visit them an hour each day. With guards present, of course. Even if the woman was somewhat naive, she wasn't stupid. But he could tell her attitude toward Weres was changing, slowly but surely.

  She'd ordered her servants to bring in cots with blankets and down pillows. Most of his pack still slept on the floor. A hard surface was what they were used to, but her actions weren't overlooked. She'd also kept the pack fed with three large meals a day, including fresh-baked desserts. And wine.

  He grinned at the thought. Would they ever want to leave here?

  Kaige, his second-in-command, had informed Mace that Nayla had even stayed to chat with them during a meal or two. His friend had told him she'd asked questions about Mace. Of course, Kaige hadn't answered. He was loyal to Mace. Always had been. And Kaige had always been a bit of a roguish flirt, as well, so Mace was sure he'd been interested in other topics of conversation with his Nayla.

  He wouldn't blame his friend if that was the case. Nayla's beauty was undeniable. His weak heart deceived him by thumping in his chest as he pictured her vivid image in his head. Wild golden hair to run his fingers through, large green eyes to bore into his soul and rosy lips sweet enough to nibble on. And a soft, innocent voice that could convince him to forgive her of any crime. Almost.