Animal Attraction

by Lynn Marie

  “Ready?”

  “Yeah.”

  Slowly, he pushed it in. The further it went, the better it felt. She was amazed at how full she felt and how horny she was getting again. It was like the sensation of something in her ass only emphasized the emptiness in her vagina.

  He stopped every few seconds to make sure she was taking it okay and that the plug had enough lube. Finally, it was at the widest part and she concentrated on relaxing as he pushed it past her sphincter. He put it all the way in and her ass closed around the tapered end that kept it inside.

  Just as she breathed a sigh of relief and wiggled her ass a little to feel it, Michael grabbed the base and began pulling it out, just as slowly as he’d pushed it in. It hurt a little, but it made her pussy pound and excited her in a way she didn’t understand. He pushed it in and pulled it out one more time before sliding it home and delivering a slap to her ass cheek, leaving it warm under his hand.

  She jerked in surprise, moving the plug inside of her. She moaned at the sensation.

  “Well let’s take a shower and put your going out clothes back on. It’s pretty late, but I know a diner that will still be open.”

  Confused, she frowned a little. “Wait, we’re done?”

  “Yes, my greedy little female. We’re done.”

  “But you said—”

  “For now. We’re done for now,” he finished with a wicked smile. “But I’m glad to know you want it that bad.” He moved to get up.

  “Wait,” she said, grabbing his arm. “What about the plug?”

  “It’s still doing its thing, stretching you.”

  She nearly blushed, but instead opened her mouth and bit down on the flesh closest to her. It was his chest, above the nipple. He laughed. “I’m as anxious for round two as you are, but I figured we should refuel.”

  “But isn’t this plug going to hurt if it’s in for a while?”

  He thought. “It’s small enough that it shouldn’t. It will be uncomfortable, sure, but I like the idea of you squirming around in public and just the two of us knowing why.”

  Ok, yeah. That was pretty hot.

  Michael watched as she shifted in her seat, trying to find a position in which she couldn’t feel the plug.

  No such luck, sweetheart.

  As predicted, it had been hotter than hell, watching her shift on the red vinyl, knowing that her ass was probably on fire and that only the two of them were in on the secret. He kept planning and re-planning what he was going to do to her when they got home. In fact, he was enjoying it so much that when she ordered a salad—a quick meal so they could get out of there ASAP—he decided on the made-to-order personal pizza. She’d shot him daggers from across the table, then smiled in defeat and rubbed her foot against his thigh.

  Now they were in his truck and his knuckles were gripping the steering wheel so hard they were turning white. He couldn’t wait to get her home. He was itching to remove the plug and replace it with his cock that had been hard ever since that innocent little touch. Well, he added mentally, glancing over at her and seeing the lust shining in her eyes, maybe not so innocent.

  He could smell her pussy getting wetter with anticipation as the bumpy ride jostled the shaft inside of her. She gripped the seat with her fingers and licked her lips.

  Jesus fucking Christ, it was so hot when she did that.

  “I think I might be getting the seat wet.” She laughed.

  That was it. His foot fell heavily on the accelerator and her eyes flew open. When she saw his keyed up expression, her lips curved into a sultry smile. She reached over and ran a hand along the seam of his pants, stopping just shy of the bulge in his pants. “In a hurry?”

  “I’m about ten seconds from pulling over to the side of the road and bending you over the hood of the car,” he said, straining to keep his voice even.

  “I wonder how it would feel to have you inside me at the same time as this butt plug,” she mused.

  Tight. It would be so tight. His hard cock punched painfully at his zipper and he adjusted it through his pants. “I’m starting to think you like the idea of the side of the road.”

  “I was just curious.” Her eyes glinted with a mischievous light as she sat back in her seat. She was enjoying teasing him.

  “Curious,” he repeated, raising an eyebrow. “More like ‘cock-tease.’”

  She giggled.

  Blissfully, it was only another minute until he pulled into his driveway. He threw the truck into park and shoved the key in his pocket. “I’m giving you a three second head start,” he told her.

  She didn’t need clarification or time to think. She shot out of the car for the front door and he decided to change three seconds to one. His long legs ate the distance between them and in one smooth movement, he caught her around the waist and hoisted her over his shoulder.

  He all but kicked down the door and slammed it closed, and, careful not to hit her head on anything, deposited her on the couch.

  “Lean over the arm.”

  She licked her lips and turned so she could do as he asked. He loved the look in her eye after he issued an order. It thrilled her, to do what he told her, but there was a part of her that always considered disobeying. And he couldn’t wait until she did. He couldn’t wait to spank her for defying him again.

  “Lift up your skirt.”

  When it was up around her hips, he sucked in a breath. She hadn’t put her underwear back on, the minx. Her pussy was pink and coated with her liquid, practically dripping down her thigh.

  Moving closer, he reached down and gave the end of the pink rubber a tap. He grinned when she jumped and moaned throatily. “How did it feel to know this was inside of you all night because I’d put it there?”

  “So hot,” she sighed. “I wanted to touch myself so badly.”

  “Why didn’t you?”

  She turned so she could see him and gave him an odd look. “We were in public.”

  “I wouldn’t have told anyone.”

  She laughed. “Someone could have seen.”

  “That doesn’t excite you, too?”

  Her mouth opened automatically, but she closed it and thought for a second. “I’m not sure, I guess. I think maybe the idea excites me, but I don’t know if I’d ever be able to go through with it.”

  He made a mental note to go back to the website where he’d purchased the anal plug and get some sort of remote control vibrator. He couldn’t wait to take her out and turn it on when she wasn’t expecting it.

  “We’re not in public anymore. You can touch yourself now.”

  “I’d rather you touched me.”

  He laughed. “Get that pretty ass down to the edge of the sofa. I never got my dessert.”

  She lifted herself off the arm and sat on the cushions. Dropping to his knees before her, he ran his hands over her legs and stomach. He inched the skirt down her legs and pushed her shirt up until she pulled it off all the way. Then, he just stared. Looking at his woman in full light was something he’d never get used to. She was so… mouth-watering. After a minute, she started becoming uncomfortable with his eyes on her—she began rocking her hips and sinking deeper into the couch.

  “Michael,” she said, pleading.

  “I just want to look for a minute,” he said, reaching up and brushing the back of his hand against the curve of her breast.

  “Why?” she whispered, looking away.

  His eyebrows snapped together. He loved how molten she got and how shameless she was in seeking her pleasure, despite whatever hang-ups she might have about her body. He knew she thought of herself as overweight—he could see it in her eyes sometimes when she compared herself to the men and women in this town. But a wolf’s build was genetics, luck of the draw.

  She needed to know what he saw when he looked at her.

  “Because your body is so… generous.” It was the only way he could think of to describe it and he thought it fit, even though she flinched. “It’s true. Your body is givin
g. Your breasts, hips, ass… they give me something to hold onto. And you’re soft so you can take it as hard as I want and I love that. Your ass looks so incredibly mouth-watering with that plug…” His fingertips grazed her slick pussy lips and downwards.

  “You don’t have to do this,” she murmured, closing her eyes. “I know I’m not beautiful in the way it’s defined these days, and I came to terms with it a long time ago—”

  At that, he cut her off forcefully. She still didn’t get it. “I don’t know who decided that in order for a woman to be beautiful, she has to look emaciated, because you are health and life.” He ran a hand over her stomach, imagining it swollen with his child. His balls tightened so hard that he nearly came in his pants. “God, I wish you could see what I see. You are nothing short of gorgeous, Evelyn.”

  He glanced up and realized why she’d closed her eyes. Tears were swelling out from underneath her eyelids, so she covered her face with the crook of her elbow.

  “No one’s ever…” she sniffled as he grabbed her arm so she couldn’t hide from him. He was done with her closing herself off.

  “Don’t think about anyone from before,” he said, waving a dismissive had. “None of them matter now. It’s just you and me, and I think you’re gorgeous,” he paused to drop a kiss on her inner thigh, “and sexy,” he kissed a little higher, “and intelligent,” he kissed her opening and swept his tongue playfully over her little nub, smiling against her as she jerked, “and perfect. The fact that I even need to convince you of how much I want you is ridiculous. I want you so bad it hurts sometimes.”

  Shooting forward, she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tight. “I can’t believe you sometimes—you’re so good to me. How did I get so lucky?”

  Fate. He closed his eyes for a second, letting the moment wash over him. She usually kept her emotions close to her chest, his mate. He caught her lips and they kissed. Emotion swirled between them as their tongues danced together. She broke off and whispered, “I want you inside of me.”

  He pulled her down onto his lap, turned so he could brace himself against the couch, and positioned her over him. When she came down, their lips met, matching the hunger of their bodies. It was so tight, so hot—the pressure was both perfect and almost too much. If he didn’t go slowly, he wasn’t going to last.

  It was incredibly intimate, being face to face. He slid inside her in smooth, slow movements. It was an exquisite torture, one that had them both panting and sweating. He wrapped an arm around her back and cupped the side of her face with his other.

  They kissed until he couldn’t stand it and let his hips take over. He pounded into her over and over, each time surprised at how she was still able to take all of him—base to tip—with the plug inside her. Her head fell back and she moaned her release. The shivers wracked her body and her inner muscles convulsed around his cock.

  She was slumped against him, eyes closed, basking in the afterglow, and he didn’t want to disturb her but his legs were cramping. So he pulled out and lifted her with one arm under her knees and another behind her back. He laid her down on his bed and sat next to her, amazed to see that he was still erect. He hadn’t come with her the last time, but twice in one day was enough for most men.

  After that emotional session, he wasn’t sure she’d have any interest in going again, but she rolled towards him. “We’re not done yet, right?”

  He smiled. “Right. Turn over for me, Honey. I’m going to take out the plug.”

  She leaned against the headboard, sticking her ass out. He gripped the handle and tugged gently, but firmly, gradually pulling it out. Her soft whimpers and moans told him that she was enjoying the feeling up front as much as he was enjoying the view from the back. Once it was out, he set it on the bedside table and rubbed her ass cheeks, letting her relax completely.

  “That feels good,” she said.

  He rubbed the tip of his cock along the length of her core to lubricate himself. She was so wet, and he’d used so much lube to get the damn plug in that he didn’t need any more. He positioned himself and pushed.

  “It’s still so tight,” he groaned.

  She leaned around to watch him as he entered her. His heart swelled with warmth at the trust in her eyes and it nearly broke his careful concentrations. He had to focus or he’d hurt her. Her ass was even tighter than her pussy had been earlier, so he went slowly. Good thing the plug had loosened her muscles.

  “Michael,” she cried when he was all the way in. “I didn’t realize it could be like this.”

  “I’m almost there,” he said, gripping her hips more tightly. “Come again.”

  “I can’t,” she half-sobbed.

  “Yes you can,” he growled. His skin started prickling and he knew his climax was already coming, but he wasn’t letting go until she did one last time.

  He reached around and massaged her clit as he pulled all the way out. She yelped and threw her head back as the orgasm he’d bidden crashed over her. She was clenching him so tightly he wasn’t sure he could take it, but he pushed in again. And again. With the increased pressure on his cock as she tightened around him sent him over the edge and he spilled himself deep in her ass.

  She collapsed and he fell down beside her, clutching her against him.

  “Thank you,” he whispered against the nape of her neck. “Thank you for trusting me with that.”

  Chapter 15

  Michael was on all fours in front of his woman, but under less than ideal circumstances. He felt Evelyn’s apprehensive eyes on him as he pointed to the soft spot on his stomach above his crotch. “So a wolf’s weaknesses are here and here.” He shifted to wrap a hand around his own throat. “If you’re cornered and standing, try kicking the underbelly. If he’s got you on your back…”

  Evelyn took the hint and sunk down to the floor. Michael tried to reign in his natural response at having her beneath him. This was important—possibly the difference between life and death some day. He couldn’t guarantee he’d always be there to protect her and she needed to know these things if she had any hope of surviving on her own.

  For the hundredth time, he cursed her independent spirit. He wanted to shackle her to his side until all this was over, but something told him that wouldn’t go over well. Neither would him tailing her as a wolf, or setting a protective detail on her, or locking her in his bedroom…

  Actually, the last idea had some merit.

  Focus.

  “So if he’s got you on your back, you go for the throat. Use whatever weapons you have—a knife, your nails, hell… use your teeth if you can.”

  She made a face, but quickly schooled her expression.

  “If you can’t get to the throat, you can also try for the underbelly. A wolf is longer than me in the torso, so if you kick up,” he waited as she responded by lifting her leg, “and bend your knee, the tip of your shoe should hit the right spot.”

  She nodded. “Okay, I think I’ve got it.”

  He rolled away, sitting next to her on the carpet. “But all of this is only if you can’t get away. Getting away has to be first priority.”

  “I know,” she said softly, lifting her upper body onto her forearms and elbows. He tried to ignore how it presented her breasts like gifts. Suckable gifts…

  “Wolves can’t jump very high, so you could always go up a tree or something. Or just get inside and barricade the door. There’s a gun in my bedside table.”

  “Wait, really?”

  “Yes. Do you know how to shoot?”

  “No.”

  “I’ll teach you. We heal fast, but even a wolf can’t recover from a bullet to the brain.”

  At that, Evelyn sat up. She bit her lip and looked down at her hands. “What if it’s not a wolf, if it’s a human… if it’s my father…”

  “The police will find him, or I’ll deal with it. I want you safe.”

  She looked at him tenderly, lifting her hand to caress his face. She ran the pad of her thumb across his chee
kbone. “It’s just that he’s my father. And he’s not right after all those drugs. You shouldn’t have to get involved. He’s dangerous and,” she lowered her voice, “I don’t want you to get hurt. It’ll be my fault.”

  He was touched by her concern. “Don’t try to take responsibility for things you can’t change, Evelyn. There’s nothing good down that path,” he said, smiling as she realized he quoted her. “Besides, you really don’t have to worry about me. I’ve got a trump card, remember? No one expects the guy they’re threatening to drop and turn into a wolf.”

  A smile broke through the worry lines. “Oh, right.”

  “I can handle myself against your father, or any human. Other wolves can be a challenge, but…” he swallowed, resisting the urge to crush her against him. “Listen to me. Your father could have started the fire, but even if he was the one, that doesn’t mean you won’t need to know all this in the future.

  “So if the time comes and you’re faced with one of my kind who wants to hurt you, I need you to remember what I’m telling you. Run, or if you can’t run, go for the soft spots.”

  She blanched, then frowned. “Why would one of your kind want to hurt me?”

  “To get at me,” he said sadly. “It’s the burden of the Alpha’s mate. I hate it, but you have to know that I’ll protect you—”

  “I know,” she said firmly.

  “Good. I just… I want you to know what you’re signing up for.”

  She looked at him, not saying anything. He thought she was processing—he could see the wheels turning—but she completely shocked him instead. “Can I see it?”

  He hardened instantly, his cock volunteering to be it. “What?”

  “Your wolf.” She blushed and looked down sheepishly. “I only saw it that one time and I, ah… I didn’t handle myself very well.”

  He laughed tightly. “I sort of sprung it on you.”

  “True, but I wasn’t thinking very clearly. So?”

  The genuine curiosity in her eyes pleased him, but he wouldn’t do what she asked. “It’s not really that safe. Changing to and from wolf requires a certain… calmness. And once I’ve changed, I am not always fully in control of the wolf. I told you before, the animals are creatures of instinct and urges. I wouldn’t want to expose you to that, considering my particular urge right now.”