His She-wolf

by Amy Redwood

  “I’m happy to leave—if you’ll take off these bloody ropes!”

  “Right now,” she said from his left, and he swiveled his head in her direction but couldn’t see her, “that is not an option.”

  “And why’s that?” Keep talking, honey. The silencer was lying next to a red blinking laser printer. Did she still hold the gun? The curtains were drawn, but moved in a breeze. In the distance, faint traffic noise. If she shot again, someone might hear. Not that it would help having the police swarm this place.

  “By the way, what kind of poison was in the water?” he asked, hoping against hope that she would give a villain speech and reveal at the same time where she had the fucking antidote.

  “I know that stuff tastes horrible.” Her voice came from his right. “But it’s not as if I forced you to drink it.”

  His mind did a double take. No, indeed, she had not…

  The mattress gave way as she sat next to him. “Here, this’ll help. Open up.” Something pressed against his closed lips and forced its way inside. Creamy chocolate melted on his tongue. His first reflex was to spit it out, but the sweet taste banished the memory of the rotten water. Almost thanking her, he shifted on the bed, trying to find an upright position to have another look at his captor.

  “And, how was it?” she asked. “It’s one of my own recipes.”

  Unbelievably, it seemed as if his strength seeped back into his muscles. Maybe it was simply the time going by or it really was the chocolate, but the feeling of being paralyzed evaporated. He gave a tug against the ropes. Hmm… In maybe an hour, he’d have her over his knee, screaming for mercy.

  “It’s very good, Candace,” he said, figuring it paid to keep her happy.

  “Call me Candy.” A smile played around her mouth. “I went through your stuff while you slept. Hope you don’t mind, Seth.”

  Irritated, he swallowed a curse. “Listen, Candy, I don’t know why—” He sucked in his breath as cold metal traced its way over his chest, skin tingling as his nerves jerked back to life. “You’ve undressed me,” he said after he found his words again, now noticing how the wind from the open window chilled his bare flesh. “Where are we?”

  “Above the shop, in my apartment,” she said lightly. “Do you like it?”

  Under other circumstances, he’d have loved being in her bed. Not tied up spread-eagle though.

  He’d passed out after drinking that water, that much he knew. But who had helped her carry him to her bed? No way in hell had she carried him alone. He judged her a gorgeous but ultimately weak-muscled, one hundred and thirty pounds, and five foot and some insignificant inches. She was most definitely not strong enough to carry someone like him even a few feet. It would be wise to learn more about her motive before he… Damn it! He didn’t want to kill her, but he really wanted to punish her for her actions. Preferably while she was naked and tied up. Fuck. She might just decide to blow off his head before he had his full strength back.

  “So,” he said, buying time, “any specific reason why you’re doing what you’re doing?”

  “As I said, you made a mistake by drinking my water. It’s something like medicine and without it, I do stupid things.”

  “You don’t say.”

  “Yes, but you see, I have an important meeting tonight. However, in my current state, I can’t show up. I’m a mess. This is where you’ll have to give me a hand, so to speak,” she laughed, a throaty and very inappropriate laugh.

  She’d haunted his nights since the evening they’d met; her laugh made him envision what he would like to do with her if their roles were reversed.

  “Yeah,” he said, fighting the image of loony Candy naked and roped on the bed while he licked her cunt until she begged for his cock, “you’re thinking your behavior inspires me into helping you?”

  The tips of her dark hair tickled his chest.

  “Oh, you’ll be a great help,” she whispered, her voice oddly a notch deeper than before. A wave of lilac found his nose. Rope bit into his skin as he strained to get closer to her, to wrap his hand in her hair. Her heart-shaped face cast in shadows, she touched him again, her fingers tap dancing across his stomach, tracing over his hip. Reflexively, his muscles tensed as her hand rested on his thigh.

  “So,” he said, “care to tell me what’s on your mind?”

  “I need you.”

  “How come?” he answered cheerfully because he sensed his body springing back to life. “By the way, you remember the part where you’ll have a problem when my strength comes back?”

  “I’m not afraid of you.” Mona Lisa-like, she smiled a strangely secret smile, as if she knew something he didn’t.

  For a moment, panic gripped him, panic that she indeed had stripped away his strength, that he would be in this state forever—paralyzed. Then he gave the ropes holding his feet a tug and pushed out the air he’d been holding. No, he’d be fine, just fine.

  She stood, the sudden movement catching him unaware and he tensed. She was dressed in dark jeans and a proper button-down blouse, which she started to undo from the bottom up.

  She was a nuisance, but she started turning into an interesting one.

  When he first met her, he’d wanted to cuddle up with her on the couch and hear her talk, now he wanted to push her up against a wall and fuck her senseless.

  “I think,” she said, and the blouse sailed away with a flick of her wrist to the top of the dresser, “I will have to show you what I mean.”

  Movements, not teasing but merely practical, she unzipped her pants and shrugged them off. Her white bra stood in stark contrast with a pair of blue panties. Not the kind of lingerie that normally turned him on, but he grew hard all the same. Christ, he thought, at least his cock was doing its job even if his muscles still failed to fully operate.

  She returned to his side, sitting next to him on the bed, and the swell of her breasts underneath the bra had him swallowing hard.

  “What?” she asked, her gaze running over his body. “Are you not up to it?”

  Oh, he was up to it all right.

  “You want to fuck me?”

  He expected her to recoil after his blunt question, but she leaned forward.

  “Yes,” she whispered, “it’ll take the edge off.”

  She started exploring again, her fingers tracing over his rib cage.

  “Edge of what? Would you mind not talking nonsense—”

  “We have about an hour,” she said, and her gaze found his.

  She unclasped her bra, her breasts bouncing free.

  “Candy,” he said, surprised to hear that his voice had turned hoarse, “I won’t need an hour.”

  “Neither will I.”

  Chapter Four

  When I ditched my bra, the cool air making my nipples stiff, I wanted nothing more than revel in the feeling of skin against skin. With each breath I took, his male scent intruded into my senses and increased the aching need to feel him inside me.

  “Candy, I won’t need an hour.”

  “Neither will I,” I said, his hoarse voice sending thrills of pleasure along my spine. I slid on top of him, wishing he’d take me into his arms and whisper something sweet. Stupid wish. Grinding my hips against his, I found his erection. I moved against him, rubbing my breasts against his chest, wetness gathering between my legs.

  His was hard and hot, but I wanted to play with him longer before I slipped out of my panties. Straddling him, I raked my fingers over his stomach before I moved lower and settled on his thighs. Reaching out, I curled my hands around his cock.

  “I guess you like to be on top,” he said dryly, his eyes full of laughter.

  Apart from his incredibly thick and erect cock, he wasn’t showing signs of arousal. I stroked him, one long caress after another. If not for the missed drink, I’d have felt self-conscious under his scrutiny, but I simply enjoyed how his velvet-skinned erection moved smoothly through my fist. When I met his gaze, I could see the heat in his dark eyes. His cock twitched a
nd he groaned deeply as I rubbed my thumb over the drop of liquid glistening on the head.

  Licking my lips, I leaned forward.

  “Stop,” he said. “If you do that, I’ll come so fast you won’t know what hit you.”

  I paused.

  I needed him inside me, stretching and filling me until I found release.

  But I also needed to taste him.

  “Well,” I said, “you’ll just have to be a man about it.”

  I closed my mouth around him, swirling the tip of my tongue around the smooth head, loving his taste, how he felt inside my mouth.

  When I placed my palm flat on his stomach, he groaned “Ah, fuck” so quietly, I wouldn’t have heard if not for my heightened senses.

  Underneath my palm, his hard stomach muscles trembled. His hard breathing was music to my ears. I hoped that he fought damn hard not to come. Taking him as deep into my mouth as he could go, I was stunned at the control I had over his lust. And more stunned at the lust it created in my own body while sucking his cock. His hips pumped, and I was sure he’d spurt his come into my mouth any second if I didn’t slow down.

  When I withdrew, he shuddered.

  “Don’t stop,” he growled, his cock resting on his stomach, engorged and glistening.

  “Now there’s a changed tune,” I said.

  Pleasuring him had spiked my arousal to an excruciating level. My pussy clenched, and I pressed my thighs together, hoping to delay the inevitable longer, but my own need rose with primal force. Wet and spicy, I could smell my own arousal and it mixed heavenly with his musky scent. I stood from the bed and stripped off my panties, making sure he could see me.

  “Let me taste you,” he said, his half-hooded gaze on the triangle between my legs.

  My main interest had been his thick cock, but now I glanced at this mouth. He had a good mouth. Full and sensuous. The urge to taste his lips, to kiss him nudged at my mind.

  “No,” I whispered, and wrapped my arms around myself, growing dizzy.

  My gaze drifted to the picture frame on my desk. Timothy. Tim had been the only man I’d craved to kiss, and I owed it to his memory that he remained the only one.

  “Let me taste you, Candy,” he whispered again, his deep voice luring me as if I were a shy mare.

  “This is just sex,” I hissed at him. “I will not kiss you.”

  He raised his eyebrows. “Did I ask you to?”

  No, of course he had not. Angry, I stalked over to the desk and flipped the picture frame facedown. There was love and there was sex, and I sure knew how to tell the difference.

  I rolled my head, spine popping. All it took was a thought, the absolute will to shift, and I’d find myself on four paws. Tremors shook me as I fought the urge to flee my body. A soft growl rose from my throat. If I wanted to stay a human being tonight, I had only one option left.

  Without my drink, there was only one way to keep the beast at bay—giving in to my increased sexual urges. It was as if sex helped my body to remember I was human, as if it calmed the animal inside me. It wasn’t as foolproof as the drink, but I had run out of options.

  “If you don’t come back right this second,” he said, “I’ll come and get you.”

  “That’s highly unlikely,” I said, parading in front of him, his heated gaze resting on my skin like an embrace. I walked around the bed, checking his restraints. The rope had reddened his skin, but he didn’t complain. My gaze wandered over his naked body, and I couldn’t help admiring the raw, masculine beauty I held prisoner in my bed. A sharp jolt spiked through my pussy as I found his still-hard cock waiting for my pleasure.

  “I’m going to fuck you now,” I said, keeping my voice even, even though my breath hitched. “But it’s not personal, it’s just sex.”

  “You don’t have to convince me,” he said, a laugh in his throat. “I’m just along for the ride. But I fear you’re all talk.”

  I bit my lip to keep from smiling. Damn. He shouldn’t make me smile, he should only make me come. I slid up the full length of him, amazed how well our bodies fit together. My hip nestled against his, and his chest hair tickled my nipples. Opening my mouth, I bit none too gently into his shoulder muscle and drew a surprised shout from him.

  He bucked, nearly throwing me off the bed. “I prefer your tongue over your teeth, Candy.”

  I laughed softly, licking over his shoulder and down to his chest, reveling in his scent. Feeling his cock nudge against my wet pussy, I circled one hard nipple with my tongue. Hopelessly wishing I could feel his arms around me, I ground my pelvis against him, coating his cock with the wetness between my legs.

  “You’re so wet,” he murmured. “I wish you’d let me taste you.”

  I took a sharp intake of breath as he moved his hips with me, rubbing his erection against my pussy, increasing the pressure on my clit.

  Sliding my hand between our bodies, I took hold of his cock. He froze as I guided the broad head to my opening, pushing past my swollen lips. Slowly, with more restraint than I’d have thought I possessed, I eased his cock into my pussy. Inch by thick inch, he stretched me wide. When I held still, a wave of pleasure running over my skin at the sensation of him filling me, he swore and thrust up deep, drawing a gasp from both of us.

  “Don’t hold still,” he whispered roughly, his gaze hard.

  His harsh tone made my muscles twitch, and I squeezed his cock deep inside my core. I straddled him like a cowgirl riding a bull, and moved my hips, taking him in and out in long, slow strokes. Riding him, I bit my lip to keep from screaming out as I fucked him, feeling his thick cock stretching me to the limit.

  “Touch your breasts, sweetheart,” he said, his gaze heated. When I hesitated, he whispered, “Now, Candy, or I swear I will do it for you.”

  Briefly, I wondered why his threat sounded so sincere then wrapped one hand around my breast, pinching my nipple for him, the other slid between my legs, circling my clit. I tipped my head back as the first waves of my orgasm tingled through my pussy.

  “Good girl,” he whispered, and moved against me, thrusting his cock deeper, and I could feel the pleasure building while he told me how he loved how tight my pussy was, how beautiful I looked on top of him, how he wanted to come hard inside me, how he wanted to hear me scream when I came.

  Hearing his coaxing words, I moved faster, taking him deeper until his cock hit something good. Feeling with my fingers where we were joined, his cock to the hilt inside my pussy, I worked my clit harder. Clamping my muscles hard around his cock, I slowed my movements, seeking that sharp point where a white-hot glow of pleasure flooded my entire body. My orgasm slammed into me hard and I froze for a second, crying out. He thrust up into me until I heard his rough shout, his cock throbbing as he came, taking me over the edge once more, less intense but enough to let white stars erupt behind my closed lids.

  Seth caught his breath.

  Candy all but collapsed on top of him. She rested her forehead against his chest, a strange limbo between embracing him and holding her distance. Then, with the smallest of sighs, she got off the bed.

  “I’ll take a shower,” she said, “don’t run away.”

  She laughed, breathlessly, and he watched her walk into the adjoining bathroom. She probably thought she’d made a joke by telling him not to run away.

  He never dreamed it was possible he’d enjoy being tied up, but she had presented her case quite convincingly. Now all he wanted was to haul her back to bed, spank her for misbehaving and then tie her up and fuck her into submission. But, if she had enjoyed herself, he wasn’t going to hold a grudge. Besides, he had come so hard in that sweet, tight pussy of hers, he almost blacked out.

  But he still didn’t know how she’d managed to carry him all by herself… He fought the warmth from the mattress and heavy sleepiness. Shit, a man deserved some rest after being fucked by a wildcat, but sleep wasn’t in the cards.

  He took another deep breath, closing his eyes. The shower started rumbling and he pictured
himself joining her under the water, soaping that lush body of hers all over, taking extra care of her breasts. Damn, he’d wanted to weigh her breasts in his hands, caress each fat nipple. Giving the ropes a small tug, he stretched, his muscles reacting and strength sparking along his bones. He was as good as new.

  She’d fucked him back to life. It would be bad manners to ruin her illusion. He would stay put until she left for whatever important meeting she had. Then he’d get his ass away from her—at least for the next couple of days—since she proved to be too much distraction. He’d go see Simon tomorrow, and once everything was in the clear, he could pay her a visit, explain and say mea culpa.

  The water stopped and he imagined how she’d towel her arms, breasts, stomach, thighs dry. The thought alone made his cock twitch.

  Light filtered from the bathroom and he glanced up when she stepped into the bedroom. Hair lay in wet ringlets around her face, brushing her shoulders. She’d wrapped herself in a white towel and shook her head like a dog would after a swim. Drops of water sprayed from her hair onto his legs.

  She worked her fingers through her hair and draped the wet towel over the bed’s footboard. He watched her as best he could from his limited viewpoint. She had fucked him with a wild abandon, and she moved through the room as if he were just her house cat. She had to be the most unselfconscious woman he’d ever been with. No shy glance, no blushing cheeks, but she’d fucked him as if it were a chore rather than pleasure. There was something rather odd going on, but he was damned if he could put a finger on it.

  “I’ll be back in two hours, I think,” she said, and started to get dressed.

  “I guess you want me to wait for your safe return?” He adjusted his posture on the bed to keep an eye on her. She dressed as efficiently as she had undressed herself.

  “The night isn’t over yet.” A pair of black panties hugged her bottom and a black bra held her breasts. “I’ll have need for you later.”

  The phrasing made him laugh. “That’s very sexist of you.”

  Never before had a woman ordered him around and told him she had need for him. He itched to get up and throw her onto the bed just for the fun of seeing her reaction.