by Eva Gordon
He lifted her chin and glowered. “This is no laughing matter!”
Rachel jumped and lowered her head. However, not in compliance. She continued to suppress her amusement. A reminder, he had little control over this human. He narrowed his eyes. Did she think this was a game? “Stand still or I’ll nip your nose.”
She shivered at the intensity of his tone and nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Tuck your hands into your back pockets.”
Rachel’s pulse quickened as she placed her hands behind her hips. The pose lifted her brazenly bare beautiful breasts. A visual feast for his eyes. His hard cock strained for release from his jeans.
“Keep them there until further notice.”
“Yes, sir.”
Lev cupped a breast in each hand. His breathing deepened. Supple and silken as a shorn lamb. He gently kneaded her breasts and she responded with soft small breaths. The scent of her arousal hit him as hard as over-applied perfume. “That’s my pet.”
“Please.”
He tugged at each perky nipple. “Please, what, pet?”
“Sir, I need you inside of me,” she rasped as he squeezed harder.
He smiled, pleased she had not complained about being called his pet, although, outside the bedroom her acquiescence might change. “Patience, pet.” He released her demanding pebbled nipples, and slowly unzipped her jeans.
She weaved slightly, but her hands remained in the jean pockets.
Lev dipped his hand into her wet swollen folds. No wonder she begged him to fuck her. He dipped a finger deep into her and then slowly removed it as she moaned in needy desire.
“I’m so ready.”
He smiled and sucked his finger. “Indeed you are.” He grabbed her trapped hands and removed them from the pockets, then gently pushed her back on the bed. He removed her socks and then dragged her pants off. He left her lacy blue panties on, enjoying how they hugged her svelte hips. “You are beautiful, pet.”
She opened her thighs. “As are you.” She lifted her head. “Master or sir.”
“From now on, call me Lev.”
“Lev.” Her sexy voice made him mad with lust.
He removed her panties and inhaled every molecule from them. “I will keep these with me.”
“Do you want the matching bra?”
“Just the panties will do.” Lev sat next to her deliciously exposed body. He spread her thighs and circled a finger over her wet soft folds. Rachel gripped the sheets. She bucked and shuddered. He waited for her explosive spasms to finish and then removed his hand from her mound.
“I’m so ready, please.”
“Greedy woman.”
“Very greedy for her big bad wolf.”
Lev took off his black t-shirt, kicked off his boots and got out of his jeans. His erection tented his boxers. “Are you ready for the beast?” A little dark fur lined his chest and his arms, his fangs emerged and his hands extended into claws.
Her eyes widened in panic and her heart thundered. “Wait, you are not going to mount me as a wolf?”
Lev laughed. “No. We lycans follow moral standards and only have sex as the same species. However, an alpha can go partial.”
“As in looking like a wolf man.”
“More man, but yes with a few wolfish characteristics.”
She blinked. “Because the sex is hotter?”
“More intense.” He hesitated. Was it too soon to show her his feral side? “I don’t want to hurt you. If you don’t feel comfortable…”
“If we become mates, will we have sex like this all the time?”
“No, but it depends on my mood, and yours.”
She nodded. “I’m game.”
He grinned baring his long canine. “You certainly are.”
Rachel’s eyes widened. Lev’s body went partial werewolf. Taller than his 6’6” frame and displayed more rock hard muscle. A chimera comic book superhero. Except for slight fur on his skin, large canines, clawed hands and wolfish ears, he still looked human. His face bore a bit more stubble, but he still looked like Lev. His shaft, still very much human. Yet, she had not expected a long black tail above his muscular human bare ass. She’d seen him shift to wolf form, but that seemed less disconcerting. On rare occasions, a baby was born with a tail, but never furred or so canine. “A tail?” Really?
His voice sounded deeper, demon-like. His eyes did that radioactive glow thing. “Shall I leave?”
“No.”
He extended a clawed partially human hand. “Come, pet.”
Not caring she might be under his mind control, she took his large paw-like hand.
Lucky for Lev, the cavern den had been built with a high ceiling and wide arched entries. He engulfed her hand and escorted her to the living room. He let go of her hand and pointed to a shag rug. “On your knees.”
“Doggie style?”
He growled and bit the tip of her nose. Not hard, but gently. “I didn’t give you permission to speak.”
She flinched and touched her smarting nose. “Excuse me?”
“You are human, the lowest of the low in our pack. My obedient pet.”
She met his eyes and her defiance melted. His alpha essence turned her into putty. She went onto her knees. Her kinky desires winning over her need for autonomy.
“Shake your ass.”
Rachel rocked her hips to the left and then to the right in rhythmic motion. Wiggling like the women on rapper videos. Lev’s deep low sound reverberated through the room, somewhere between a growl and a purr.
“Good girl.” He planted clawed hands over her bottom and halted her waggle. “I love your ass.” He penetrated her with a force she had not expected. She gasped. Her wetness and her longing accepted every inch of his massive shaft.
He humped her, his claws firm, but not hurting. Primal. Amazingly hot. “Oh, god!” Immediately, she climaxed, once, twice, and on and on, until she turned boneless as each orgasm grew in intensity. He held her with one hand as if she would collapse. This was different than when he made love to her as a human. Holy hell. Glorious.
Lev thundered against her and grunted with each thrust. “Mine.” He stiffened in release and as he finished, he let loose a howl that must have been heard throughout the entire compound.
He rolled over on the floor, pulled her in and kissed her. Ready to sleep in after great sex splendor, she closed her eyes in bliss.
However, the big bad wolf was not done. Lev gently pushed her onto her back and spread her legs. What the… Unlike normal men, his shaft hardened again.
“Did you know our kind can fuck all night?”
She gaped at his pulsing cock. “No kidding.”
Lev climbed on top of her and raised her arms above him. He mumbled something in Russian and penetrated her.
In shock at his readiness, but not complaining, she arched. His rhythmic motion once again sent her into a frenzy of spasms. “Lev!” She writhed, abandoned in never ending pleasure.
Growling like a maddened wolf, he slammed into her. Lev erupted inside her and she joined him on the long ride.
Heavens. How long before he’d go again? Wet as she was, her loins could use a break. If he wanted more, she would tell him she was too sore. That is if she had a say.
Lev brushed his lips on her throat, rewarding her for a job well done. “You did well, my pet.” Fangs mouthed her tender exposed skin.
“And you too, my beautiful wolfish…” she gasped.
Brief pain, followed by drugging euphoria that soothed her tense muscles. After all he said about being held under the control of a blood mistress, she had not expected this. She should have protested for a million reasons, but could not, would not. The air crackled. A forest appeared. Lev in his black wolf form howled and she ran to him, not as a woman, but as a wolf. They romped and played like giddy pups. Silence. Darkness. Sleep overtook her.
Lev rocked back and forth with Rachel sleeping contently in his arms. “What have I done?” The taste of her scrumptious bloo
d lingered in his mouth. His system energized, ready for release. As a wolf, bear, more…The dream had felt so real, he still smelled the forest. Closing his eyes, he remembered snippets. He had released her, and then shifted from wolf to bear to lion to eagle. Woods, savannah, sky. As he landed back on terra-firma, Rachel ran naked through the woods, shimmering into a light, and as she grew near, had turned into a beautiful golden furred she-wolf. He wanted to mount her, but instead played. Until reality bit him with regret. Did I just become her blood slave?
Without waking Rachel, he took her to the bed and covered her with a throw blanket. She slept in pure contentment. Her pulse normal and her skin glowed as if rejuvenated after a week in a spa. Enhanced by his bite. Had he caused damage to her physiology? Becker had warned him about not knowing how his curative saliva would affect humans. He’d only meant to heal her sore vagina.
Lev kissed her forehead. I’m sorry, Goldilocks. It was 11:30 p.m. He quietly dressed and left. Instead of going to his den, he went out a secret underground exit that led to the forest.
He sucked in the cold winter air. He stripped and shifted to wolf form, sniffing the air. No other werewolves nearby. Good. He needed solitude. The freezing temperature cooled his hot core. He had enough energy to run several Iditarod races and make love for a week. His libido had not abated, but his need for her blood had. Lev didn’t feel like he belonged to Rachel. Perhaps having a blood bond mistress was not as bad as he thought. Yet, how soon would he crave more? Was it too late to quit? Dr. Becker had promised Dominic he would work on an antidote to stave the addiction. Had he made progress with a cure?
What if after all was said and done, Rachel wanted no part of living in a pack? Of him? She might have enjoyed the erotic sex, but what happened outside the den would try her fiery independence. He had no desire to ever break her spirit. What she really needed was time away from him. Time to miss him and or time to realize he would trap her forever.
He must focus on the need to stop the rogue pack. Until then, she would remain under his protection. Blood mistress or not.
Lev dug his paws into the thick snow and gathered speed. The farther away from her den, the fiercer he became. The last time he felt this way was when hunting the terrorist who had taken her. Back then, he did not have the strong bond he had now. He could never let her go. No matter her decision. The big black wolf shifted into a grizzly bear. Enraged, he took out his frustration on a tree, shaking it until it splintered and crashed to the ground.
Rachel put the pillow over her head as the doorbell rang over and over again. She turned. “Lev, can you…” He must be on his way to answer the door. She got up and donned her robe to join him in the living room.
Nope. Apparently, he had not. No sign of him. The doorbell stopped ringing.
“Rachel, it’s me, Cricket. Can I come in?”
Shit. My handler. She called out. “Give me a minute.”
“Forty seconds.”
Rachel frowned and raced for the bathroom. At least she wasn’t the least bit sore considering she had over the top superhero sex. She put her sex tussled hair in a ponytail. “Coming.”
Rachel opened the door and Cricket, carrying a huge leather binder, swaggered in. Sexy in tight black jeans, combat black boots and form-fitting long-sleeved black t-shirt that read, I heart alphas. She smiled. “Looks like I’m not the only one who needs a strong cup of coffee.” Cricket put the leather-bound binder on the dining table and walked to the kitchen. She found the coffee and began making coffee as if this was her home.
“Umm. Yeah, help yourself,” Rachel mumbled.
“No problem. You had an exhausting night.”
Rachel rubbed her neck. “Yeah, I went to bed late.”
Cricket snorted. “Actually, I think you and Lev went to bed early, or rather bedded early.”
Rachel’s cheeks burned. The woman who appeared barely over the age of twenty-one had some nerve. The entire compound must have heard his howls. Like an idiot, she asked anyway, “How do you know?”
“Oh, girlfriend, even after you take a long hot shower we’ll know you and Lev played naked charades.”
“Do you think Rylee heard his howls?”
“Nah. Our dens are soundproof. Otherwise, how would one ever get a good night’s sleep?” Cricket poured water into the coffee maker and then turned it on. “Shall we say you smell of Chernobyl Werewolf Semen Cologne?”
Rachel tightened her bathrobe. “Are all werewolves so disrespectful?”
Cricket’s amusement turned into a pout. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude. You just need to get used to our noses picking up information the way your eyes see the news. Anyway, I had to get up too damn early after my night of hot werewolf sex. I left my mate snoring, since Rylee wanted me here an hour ago.”
“Thanks for sharing.” Rachel glanced at the wall clock. “It’s only 7 a.m.”
From the cupboard, Cricket pulled out two coffee mugs with the Team Greywolf logo. “That’s what I’m saying. Rylee doesn’t need more than three hours sleep so the rest of us suffer because of it.”
Rachel opened her refrigerator. “So you haven’t eaten breakfast?”
“No time.”
“How about an omelet?”
“Sounds good.”
Rachel took out eggs, cheese, spices and then searched for a pan and utensils. “Honestly, I don’t see why my lessons have to start at the crack of dawn.”
“Rylee wants a rush job on werewolf pack etiquette ASAP.”
“Is the info in that binder?”
“That thing.” She snorted. “Yep.”
Rachel heated the pan. “I suppose it can’t be more difficult than getting through medical school.”
“It’s far more elementary. The book is mostly graphics of non-verbal cues you need to be familiar with.”
“And the status position thing,” Rachel said.
“Lucky for you I’m being chill.” Cricket poured them both a cup of coffee.
“How so?”
“Lev must have mentioned humans are below our omegas in status. Any other beta would have had you on the ground, groveling in submission.”
“Look, I might play the part as low man on the totem pole, but I’m not going to be everybody’s bitch. Not yours, Lev’s or Rylee’s.” Rachel cracked the eggs and then lowered the heat. She turned to look for plates, when out of nowhere Cricket had her in bear hold. She dug her hands to break the hold, but to no avail. Rachel choked a protest, “Let go of me.”
Cricket dragged her to the living room. Small as she was, she might as well have been a champion wrestler. There was no getting out of her grip. “I like your spirit, but had you mouthed off to another beta, he or she would have nipped your ass hard enough you wouldn’t be able to sit for a week.”
“Okay, okay. Just let me go.”
Cricket released her. “That was lesson number one.”
Rachel lifted her hand to slap her, but Cricket grabbed her wrist and twisted until she cried out. “Stop, please.”
Cricket dropped Rachel’s hand. “Please, Doc, don’t turn me into one of my half-sisters.”
Rachel rubbed her wrists with resentment. “I’ll play the game, but just remember all these rules and status crap are temporary.”
“Fine by me.”
Rachel returned to the omelets. Not liking to be manhandled, she considered spitting in her breakfast. No. I’m not going to stoop so low. “Did you not get along with your half-sisters?”
“That’s an understatement. They bullied me from the time I was a pup and even after I nearly died from the change. I’m the only runt to survive the change in centuries.”
“And yet, you are a beta and married to an alpha prince.”
“Former prince, he gave up his title to make me his mate.”
“That’s romantic.”
“Yep. I earned my beta status within Rylee’s pack, but amongst other packs, especially in the eyes of our king, I’m still omega.”
“
That sucks.”
“Big time.” She sighed contently. “Slade doesn’t give a damn. He thinks of me as his alpha equal.”
“Not that I plan on staying, but I heard Mia has beta status even though she is human.”
“Mia, like you, is a Stallo woman. The mother of lycans. You too can achieve that level of importance.”
Rachel served the omelets. “Lev considers me his mate, but says I don’t need to accept.”
“I need to warn you, Lev is a mutant werewolf. King Conan and others in the council even call him an abomination.”
“Because they fear he may produce mutant children with me?”
“We don’t know. Dr. Becker is still studying his many mutations. In fact, there might be some odd mutations even Lev is unaware of. Lev is possibly one of the most powerful werewolves to ever exist. Physically and mentally. He is a great asset to Team Greywolf, but we fear if not watched, he is dangerous enough to break up our society. If he goes rogue, we’re in deep shit.”
She remembered how Lev risked his life to save so many innocent humans from the bomber in New Orleans. “Trust me, Lev has a good heart.”
“I know. His father was a good lycan. If Lev had not helped Dominic recue Mia from the Russian Chess Piece mob, she might have died or been enslaved as their broodmare.”
“I would think that should have earned everyone’s trust.”
“It did in my book. Mia is my best friend.”
As they sat to eat, Rachel lifted her brow. “Tell me everything about Mia and Dominic. And about the blood addiction thing.”
“Good thing we are getting an early start because their story will take a good hour to tell.”
“You’ve got my undivided attention.”
“Dominic’s obsession with Mia started when she rented a cottage in his territory. He caught her scent and spied on her. Immediately smitten, he decided she would be his pet.”
“Yes, start with this ‘pet’ thing.”
Chapter 20
Refreshed after a hot shower and breakfast of fresh buffalo, Lev returned to what he called old Soviet calm. He walked to the situation room displaying his icy demeanor. No one must know he was Rachel’s blood slave. Or was he? Lev didn’t feel any different. Or would the recent blood fix last a while? His desire to keep her, no matter what, must be a red flag of his addiction. Before he opened the door, he sighed in relief. Rachel was in good hands with Cricket as her handler. Cricket’s best friend was Mia, a human, so she understood humans better than anyone in the pack. He entered the situation room. Jesper punched numbers into a computer while Rylee watched over his shoulder.
