“I blacked out,” she announced. She sensed rather than saw his grin as he dipped his head toward her belly.
“Yes,” he responded after a moment. “You have great fighting skills. I imagine more than one of those agents will think twice about crossing you in the future.”
She tried not to blush with pleasure at his praise. It wasn’t like her. Maybe she was getting soft, or at least soft on this half-beast. That was unacceptable, and yet, what he was doing now fuzzed her common sense and made her want to beg for more.
He nuzzled her stomach with his nose while breathing deep as if her scent was a drug for him. When his nuzzling turned to light kisses through her thin T-shirt, all she wanted was to sit up and strip so she could enjoy the feel of skin to skin. Resisting the ache to the point of not encouraging him, she couldn’t make herself push him away. That fact seemed to give Michael the permission he needed to explore her body farther. He moved his kisses lower, and Chrissie gasped, resting a hand on the back of his dark head.
“Michael, what are you doing?”
He chuckled in the dim light but didn’t raise his head. She shivered at the teasing of his nose at her apex, and Chrissie bit her lip. She told herself to push him away, but instead of a shove, she tangled her fingers in his hair to hold him in place.
“Michael,” she said a second time, her breath so short, she could scarcely form the word. “Don’t.”
He paused a moment. “Don’t what?”
Before Chrissie could elaborate, he landed a feather kiss at the top of her pussy. The leather pants she wore and her panties were nothing to keep the impact of such a caress from making her want to lose consciousness again, and yet, she dreaded it, too.
Michael opened his mouth over her intimate place and bit down without using his teeth. Chrissie chewed her lip to keep from crying out, and then a moan escaped her because Michael sucked the place his mouth covered. Of their own accord, her legs fell open wider. Michael took advantage of the move and followed his mouth’s actions with a hand along her thigh. Chrissie whined and pumped her hips a little. She fought for control and wondered if she’d ever regain it.
“T-This isn’t the place or the time,” she told him in a desperate attempt to make him back off.
He lifted his head for just a moment to reply. “I can’t help what I want, Chrissie. You’re already inside me, and I must get inside you.”
She struggled to sit up, panting and dislodging his head from between her legs at the same time. “Stop talking like that. It’s not good.”
“On the contrary, it’s very good.”
His hand glided up her thigh, squeezed between her legs a second, before he reached the button at her waist. She couldn’t form the words to tell him to stop when he maneuvered his fingers to open her pants. Helpless to do anything but watch, she licked her lips as he lowered her zipper and slipped his hand into her pants, past her panties. The warmth of his palm against her wet pussy sent her head back and caused her to close her eyes. Her mouth dropped open, and she drew in a shuddering breath.
Michael slipped higher on the bed, his hip beside hers when he rested his lips at her earlobe. “You’re already hot for me. I’m going to take what I want, Chrissie, and you can’t stop me.”
She put her hands up to his chest and curved her fingers against his bare chest. She wondered if he was naked from the waist down, but dared not explore. Who was this man to make her afraid when she had taken down men as big as he was for years without batting an eye?
“You’d force me?” she asked, hating the tremor in her voice.
He kissed her earlobe and snaked his tongue along its curve before he answered. “With the smell of your come in my nostrils and its silky feel on my fingertips, I couldn’t stop if you told me no.”
That terrified her, but he went on as if oblivious to her fears.
“But you want it as keenly as I do. That knowledge adds to my lust for you, smelling your desire.”
She drew back a little from him to look into his eyes. She couldn’t see their smoky depths with so little light, but something told her they had shifted, were darker. His deep voice matched, and she wondered if he had begun to change. This wasn’t her. She didn’t sleep with half-beasts, had no fantasies to do so. She’d heard the rumors of women on Earth, of prostitutes who craved nothing more than to offer their bodies for the werewolves’ use, but she had found that depraved when she heard. Now here she was, wanting to throw herself on her back and plead with Michael to fill her. Were they all like this? Did they all have this command of a woman’s body at the snap of their fingers? If so, she could see why they had been corralled. They were dangerous.
Michael removed his fingers from between her legs and licked her juices from his fingers. The growl that rose from his throat made her shrink back from him. With the same lightning speed he had displayed that first night she met him, his arm shot out to stop her from moving away. Strong fingers wrapped around her throat, not hurting her but no doubt capable of it. Chrissie shook from head to toe.
“You can remove your own clothes, or I can shred them,” he told her.
For the second time, her jaw went slack before her anger took over. She tried to jerk away, but his hold didn’t lessen. “You have no right to talk to me like that. Get your damn hands off me, Michael.”
“What did I tell you?”
She remained silent but tried to pry his fingers off her neck. His hold tightened, still not enough to hurt her. Chrissie was about to cuss him out, but the sound of her T-shirt tearing stopped her from speaking. She blinked and looked down as Michael revealed her breasts. Her bra soon followed, and she realized he had brought out his claws to get through the barrier of her clothes.
“You bastard!”
He pushed her to her back and flipped over her so that a thick, muscled thigh lay on either side of her hips, but he didn’t remove his hand from her neck. In seconds, her pants were on the floor along with her panties. She lay bare under him, and from the glittering in his eyes, she knew that he could see her clearly as if a light had been flicked on.
Chrissie had never been ashamed of her body. Sure, she had flaws just as the next woman, but she always felt that her pluses made up for it. Her line of work forced her to stay active, so she had a nice flat belly, and the fact that her breasts were full and hadn’t given into gravity yet pleased her. That they pleased Michael as well was obvious when he lowered his mouth to catch one stiff nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, and it hurt just enough to feel amazing and make her want to come with that move alone.
She was still angry that he had said he’d take her against her will if she said no and went on to prove it by tearing her clothes off. If she told him she didn’t want this, that she wanted him to stop, this would be rape.
“So, the big, bad wolf stoops to rape, is that it?” she demanded in a less than steady voice.
He was busy kissing and licking first one nipple and then the other. He moaned in pleasure while Chrissie pressed her legs together and tried to resist what his actions were doing to her. At last, he raised his head.
“Rape is impossible.”
She rested a palm on the hand that held her down. “This is consent?”
He sat up and stilled, his expression inscrutable. After a moment, he released her and reared back on his heels. He shed the shirt he wore and tore off the pants as well, confirming that dressed or naked, nothing stood in the way of what he wanted. The man had been only waiting for her to wake up to take her. Maybe they liked their prey to struggle, got them off more.
She saw the beast in him when he crouched at the end of the bed, his head turned to the side a little while she sat up. With her caution, every muscle in her body tensed. She searched the room and spotted the door. Gauging the distance and his speed, she’d never make it there before he was on her. If she yelled for help, would his brother and sister-in-law come or had they known what he would do and were okay with it?
Chrissie edged t
o the side of the bed and let her feet down to the floor. The tile sent a chill up her legs, seeming to tighten her nipples more than they already were. Looking over at Michael, she saw that he noticed as well. He licked his lips, and it appeared to take all his strength not to grab for her. All of a sudden Chrissie knew why he was acting like he was right now. The thrill of the chase. He wanted her to make a run for it so he could reach out and grab her and drag her back to his bed. She longed for a weapon to plunge into his black heart, but for some reason the thought of hurting him to that extent sent a twinge through her. Stupid weakness.
She stood up, and Michael imitated her move. To her annoyance, she made the mistake of letting her gaze lower to his groin, and she gasped at the size of him. The man was massive and stiff. His cock mesmerized her and in an instant brought visions to her mind of seeing if she could actually wrap her lips around him. Those thoughts were followed hard by wilder ones of him filling her with that amazing tool while she screamed his name. No! She had to resist.
With effort she must have pulled up from her toes, she ran toward the door. Two or three steps away from it, Michael called out to her. She froze and looked back. She had been wrong. He wasn’t going to pounce on her.
His eyes were narrowed. He stood like a man carved in perfection from the smoothest marble, with his hands in fists at his side, his chest expanded, his jaw firm. “Come here.”
Her eyes widened. No man had ever given her orders, not even her father, but then he had abandoned the family before her birth. She suspected that even he wouldn’t have if she was big enough to make him regret it at the time. Michael had never been intimidated by her, but then why should he be? The others had seen just how far she would go to fight for her independence, for respect. Something told her even that wouldn’t matter to this man.
“I said, come here, Chrissie.”
She turned in his direction but didn’t move forward. For the longest time, they stood facing each other until she couldn’t bear it anymore. With measured steps, she closed the distance between them and stopped inches from where he waited. He held his cock, stroking it from base to tip and tempting her with a force powerful enough to bring her to her knees. With that thought, she wondered if he would make her suck him, to prove who had the upper hand, but before the thought was fully realized in her consciousness, he dropped to his knees.
She cried out when he took hold of her hips and drove his mouth between her legs. Chrissie’s knees gave at his tongue’s first lap. He ate her with enjoyment and moaned as he sucked. She braced herself on his unyielding shoulders and raised one leg while pulling his head closer. His lips clamped around her swollen clit, and she was lost. She shouted her orgasm, but Michael didn’t let up. He took all of her cream, laving in it like it was his life source, until she was dry.
When he finished, he stood and lifted her up into his arms to carry her to the bed. Chrissie was past fighting him. He might be an arrogant son of a bitch who thought he could boss her around, but damn it, she wanted to be taken by him, if just this once. No wonder those women on Earth kept coming back for more, but she wouldn’t. She’d allow the weakness this time, but after that, she’d disappear into the night. Let him dream of the experience.
With that soothing thought, she welcomed him in the bed while she lay on her back. And then she pressed a hand to his chest when he would have lain atop her. “Wait, let me suck you. I know I can please you.”
Shaking his head, he moved her hand and settled his heavy body over hers. “My control is gone. I need to be inside you now.”
When he said his self-control was gone, he meant it. Chrissie had an instant to drag in a breath before he tugged her legs apart and filled her. She cried out and dug her fingernails into his arms. His grunt and the stiff way he held himself let her know he fought to hold still while her muscles relaxed. He moved in deeper, and Chrissie had a moment of panic thinking that thing would never fit. He’d rip her to shreds. Then pure, unadulterated pleasure took over, and she arched her back to push her breasts into his chest.
Michael took hold of her knees, pulled them higher and wider, and began his pump into her. His growl of satisfaction was animalistic, and as he quickened his pace, he muttered, “See how she feels? So good, so perfect, so . . . ours.”
Ours? Plural? She hadn’t a moment to consider who he was talking about or even if it was Michael speaking. He pumped harder, rough enough to sting a little, but feeling so right that she found herself ready to climax a second time. Michael ground his hips against hers, which made the bed creek in protest beneath them. He bent to suck and lick her nipples and then moved to her lips to take possession of them. He filled her mouth with his tongue and for a few thrusts imitated what he was doing with his cock between her lips. She came screaming. Michael almost roared seconds after she did, and she shook at the warm liquid invading her passage.
Gasping for breath, Chrissie thought he would be spent and that they would need to rest, but he withdrew long enough to flip her to her belly and let his weight come down on her from behind. In the same gravelly voice, he spoke into her ear.
“I need it many more times. You are strong enough to take me?”
His words had been a question, but he entered her anyway, and Chrissie gripped the sheets under her. She shut her eyes as Michael took her over and over, pounding until her body was spent and she’d come half a dozen times more than she thought she ever could. What seemed like hours later, he pulled out of her and dropped to the side, but he kept a broad thigh braced over her ass. She didn’t attempt to get away.
At last, his voice went back to something that sounded human. “You need to rest.”
She frowned but didn’t turn her head to look at him. “Until the next time you decide to take what you want no matter what I say?”
He rolled to the edge of the bed and sat up. “I’ll arrange for you to stay somewhere safe. Get some sleep.” He bent to retrieve his shirt and pants. So, what was she supposed to put on?
“Sleep,” he commanded again, and he left the room.
Chrissie hated that she was tired as hell and needed to do just that, but she wasn’t giving him the satisfaction any longer. Her lust was good and satisfied for the moment, so she wasn’t as weak for sex with him as she had been earlier. She ignored the fact that she wanted to run after him and beg him to hold her while she rested. That must be tiredness talking, because what Michael and she had shared was physical and nothing more. Warm feelings of the heart hadn’t entered the equation whatsoever. In fact, she had vowed not to see him after this, and she still meant it. Let him find some other woman to do his bidding. Chrissie would never be the one.
With legs like jelly, she stood and tried to salvage what she could of her clothes. Her pants were pretty much shorts now, and she had to settle for a strip of cloth across her breasts for a top. With a sigh, she pushed her feet into her boots, only to wince at the soreness between her legs and the shaking in her limbs. The man’s lust was insatiable. As tough as she liked to think she was, could she handle a beast like that long term? And what was with him talking as if he was more than one person? That had creeped her out. She knew little about these werewolves, but the farther she stayed away from them, the better.
With near-silent movements, she inched over to the door, opened it a crack, and was glad to find that Michael hadn’t locked her in. The front end of a small store met her gaze, and between her and the exit were Michael, a man who looked so much like him he had to be Michael’s brother, and a woman. They were talking.
Chrissie considered how she would get out of there or if they would let her walk out the door without stopping her—until their conversation reached her ears. Michael’s brother was speaking. “We can’t let her leave here knowing about the werewolves. I’ll deal with our people. I don’t want them killed or corralled like wild animals as they do on Earth. I’ll have to take care of your little lover, Michael.”
Michael growled and faced off against his brother.
“What the hell do you mean by ‘take care of her’? She’s mine whether you like it or not, Gabriel.”
The woman’s eyes widened. “Yours, Michael? You can’t mean—”
Michael nodded. “Yes, that’s exactly what I mean.”
The other man waved his hand. “Don’t let your dick lead you around or fool you, Michael. Mates are extremely rare these days, and I won’t believe you stumbled on yours a couple days after you were trying to fuck my wife.”
Chrissie slapped a hand over her mouth to keep herself from crying out. She didn’t know if it was the thought of Michael having sex with anyone but her, the fact that he’d tried to sleep with his sister-in-law at all, or that he thought she was his mate, whatever that meant. The man was psycho if he thought she belonged to him. The way he had said, “She’s mine,” pissed Chrissie off. Now that she was snapping out of the lustful spell he had seemed to cast over her, it hit her how badly he had treated her earlier, like she was his property to command. And to think he had admitted he would take her against her will. What was she still doing here, waiting for him to make good on his threat? No way.
She closed the door and looked around her. Maybe she had missed a window or something to escape through. While she waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness after peering out at the lighted front of the store, she stretched her arms forward to feel her way around the room. Considering that the others assumed she was sleeping off her and Michael’s activities, she might have a good two or three hours before they checked on her. She could be long gone.
Surprise filled her when she touched a doorknob at the back of the room, and her sight focused enough to make out the back door. She hadn’t noticed it before when Michael was in the room. She fiddled with the lock, but it seemed welded in place. She stood back and stared at it while chewing on a fingernail. Then, as if it had never been unmovable at all, the lock slid open on its own, and the door sprung wide. Chrissie slipped out into the dark night, and the door closed behind her.
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