Claw Mark

by Lily Harlem

  He groaned; his chest was rising and falling as rapidly as mine. “Why not?”

  “Isaac. You love Isaac.”

  “Yes, with all my heart but I want you. I want you, Bea, right now.”

  “But…but I care about Isaac. I don’t want to hurt him.”

  “You won’t.” He smiled in a predatory kind of way and started spreading kisses over my cheek, toward my ear. His breaths were noisy and hot as he pressed his body up against mine again.

  “I will. We will.” I placed my hands over his pecs and pushed. But it was to no avail. His bulk was impossible to budge. “Please, I don’t want to come between you,” I gasped. “You’re perfect for each other.”

  He pulled back and frowned down at me. “Come between us? Why would you come between us?”

  “Because, this, us, it’s wrong. You’re committed to him. You can’t be with me too.”

  “Committed, yes, committed to spending my life with him, not to only ever fucking him and no one else. What kind of crazy is that?”

  Oh, God, the way he said fucking in his soft accent and with lust-drugged eyes, it had my belly quivering and blood rushing to my pussy. “You…you have an open relationship?”

  “If that’s what you want to call it, yes. Isaac is my lifelong mate but if he or I have the urge for sex with someone else, then as males, that’s what we do. Sex is what we do.” He tilted my chin with the crook of his finger. “And damn it to hell and back, Bea, there is something about you that has got me raring to go, so yes, we will have sex, right now.”

  I swallowed and tried to control the quiver in my chest. The way he’d spoken, with absolute conviction, it had turned me on to the point of desperation. The soft-spoken Caleb had gone and in his place was a man with a voice that dared to be disobeyed.

  My skin tingled and my heart pounded but I knew I must control myself, try and think straight even through the blur of the whiskey I’d drunk.

  Fuck? Me and Caleb? Here and now? It was damn hard to think straight.

  Chapter Ten

  With my mind racing and my body buzzing, I slid my hand down the angles of Caleb’s chest and over his taut abdomen. I tickled through the hair on his lower belly and then rested my palm over his erection. I kept my gaze firmly on his and squeezed, just a little.

  He wasn’t lying. He was raring to go. Sex really was “what he did”.

  He moaned and his eyelids fluttered. His long lashes flickering against the shadows on his face.

  “But…” I said, nibbling my bottom lip. “I didn’t even think you were interested in women.”

  “I’m not…usually,” he said. “But, hell I’m interested in you, can’t you tell?” He pressed my hand harder onto his cock. “Mmm, there’s just something so…”

  Suddenly I was flat on my back with my shoulders and head dipping into the soft cushions of the sofa. Caleb was resting heavily over me, kissing me and roaming his hands under my shirt and into the waistband of my sweats.

  I slid my palms over his shoulders. His skin was hot and smooth and he was so damn wide above me. It had been such a long time since I’d had my hands on a hot human male body. Well, maybe not all human, but certainly he was right now.

  I kissed him back, for a few heavenly seconds, but then tore my mouth from his. “I’m so…what?” I managed.

  He paused and frowned. “So delicate and so…broken.”

  “Broken?” Was that really how he saw me? I guessed it was. It was true after all. I was a mess.

  He reared back, grabbed the base of my top and tugged it over my head. “They broke you and I want to give you what you need again. I can’t bear to see you wandering around this place only a shadow of the woman I’m sure you used to be.”

  He dropped over me and then ground his erection onto my mound through our clothing.

  My pussy leapt to life and I squirmed, wanting and needing more, even though a million thoughts were blasting through my mind.

  “You’re going to fix me?” I asked around his lips as he kissed me.

  “Make you feel whole again,” he said breathlessly. “Damn it, clothes are such a waste of time.” Again he pulled back onto his knees. In one wild tug he had my pants off with my knickers still hooked inside of them. The bundle flew across the room, hit the wall and slid to the floor.

  He froze and stared down at me.

  I lay beneath him, legs spread, pussy bared. This time, unlike when he’d helped me bathe that first night, his gaze was very much drinking in my nakedness. His attention roamed my body like a fiery caress and settled on the juncture of my legs.

  “So pretty,” he said, “and so neat.”

  “Neat? I…oh…”

  He’d shifted to the floor and snuffled his face into my pussy. I grabbed his hair and arched my back as his tongue swept over my delicate folds and found my clit.

  He began to rotate around it, as though drawing a frantic circle with his tongue. There was no gentle sampling, he was going for it big time.

  “Fuck yeah, you smell and taste amazing,” he said gruffly and pushed his face into my pussy so that his nose was nudging my clit and his tongue gliding through my folds.

  I didn’t reply. I couldn’t. I was lost to sensation. His touch was hard and forceful. He wasn’t messing around. Caleb meant business. He was going to make me come. He perhaps preferred men but damn, it seemed he knew what to do with a woman’s body too.

  My internal muscles tightened. I shut my eyes and became lost in my dark world of sensation. Tension was replaced with a sweet bellyache that drifted me higher. It was almost too good to tolerate.

  He reached upwards and pushed my bra aside. He cupped my breasts in turn, tweaking the nipples and tugging them.

  Shards of lust shot through my chest and settled in my belly. Wanton lust became a sugary taste that spread through my mouth and down my throat.

  I shifted my hips and then pulsed them up and down in time with his tongue. An orgasm was growing. The seeds of it were sewn and now the glorious pressure was mounting.

  I swallowed, tasted the whiskey I’d drunk, Caleb’s musky flavor on my lips, and my sweet saliva. Combined it was like supping on over-ripe peach.

  “Oh, oh, yeah,” I gasped. “Please, oh, it’s so much.”

  He released my breasts and without pausing in his energetic massaging of my clit, he pushed at least two, possibly three fingers into my wetness.

  I arched my back, bucked against him and climbed the last seconds to orgasm. The heat was intense. He’d filled me so fast and was manipulating my G-spot with wicked determination.

  Opening my eyes, I stared down at him buried between my legs. “Caleb…” I panted, staring at his ruffled strands of hair. “I’m…I’m…coming.”

  I sprang forward, curling half over him and clutching at his shoulders. The animalistic way he was eating me out and thrusting his fingers into me was raw and primal. I squealed as my pussy contracted wildly around his fingers and my clit throbbed in his mouth. It was perfect and just what I needed. An orgasm at its most basic.

  “Ah, it’s so much…” I managed, jerking wildly. “Fuck.”

  He kept on going, riding through the bliss with me. It was as intense as wildfire and all the muscles in my pelvis were thumping through ecstasy. The noise of my juices clicking around his fingers competed with the raging pulse in my ears.

  He lifted up, his fingers still buried, and stared at me. His eyes flashed, his mouth was slack and moist and he was breathing fast.

  I admired his face and lust-addled expression for the briefest of moments. Then he tossed me onto my stomach, both of his hands gripped my hips and he pulled me onto hands and knees, doggy-style.

  “Ah…Caleb?” I puffed, staring down at my breasts that hung beneath me and swayed as he shifted closer to my buttocks.

  “Get ready for it,” he said in a growling voice. “I’m going in.”

  He curled his fingers into my flesh as the head of his cock bashed up against my still trembli
ng pussy.

  Then in one deft plunge he forged forward.

  I cried out.

  He let out a howling wail that rattled around the cabin.

  He was so big and hard and hot. The heat of a cock was a sensation I’d missed out on for some time. A burningly thick and wide erection driving into me was a welcome experience to have again. But had I ever known anyone with so much warmth radiating from his cock?

  “You feel amazing in here,” he said, spreading his chest over my back and speaking against my ear. “I’m not sure how in control I’m gonna be once I start.”

  “It feels like you’ve…already started,” I panted.

  “Just getting comfortable,” he whispered then lifted from me.

  As he withdrew his cock I braced and locked my elbows. I’d seen the size of his muscles, witnessed his strength and I could pretty much guess what was coming—I’d have to hang on for the ride.

  He gripped me tighter around my hips and I was sure I’d have bruises there later. But I didn’t care. My first orgasm in months had made me greedy for more.

  He rammed into me again. His balls crashed up against my labia and my buttocks slapped off his skin. He went so deep and stretched me so wide and then shunted higher as if still not satisfied with the depth to which he’d impaled me.

  I breathed through the extreme filling sensation.

  Then once again he pulled out and repeated his thrust into my pussy. My G-spot, still pliant and sensitive, took the brunt of his rapid entry. If he hadn’t been holding me I would have shot off the end of the sofa, luckily he had me pinned to him, exactly where he wanted me to be.

  The rhythm picked up to a frantic, frenzied pace. Him taking what he needed while moaning and groaning and me bucking back for more and clenching my internal muscles around his cock.

  I twisted my head, stared at the flames leaping in the fire, and allowed a deliciously deep and satisfying climax to build from my G-spot. It was heavy and dense and I knew it would spiral me into pleasure very soon.

  “You’re so wet,” he gasped. “I’m gonna come.”

  “Condom,” I gasped, suddenly panicking.

  But it was too late. Caleb erupted inside me and as his hot semen burst into my pussy my own orgasm claimed me.

  I writhed against him, curling my toes, fisting my hands, and letting agonized bliss radiate through my body.

  He released my hips, grabbed for my shoulder with one hand and drew the other down my back. His fingers were digging into my skin and his nails were sharp and left a stinging trail.

  The extra sensation on already hypersensitive flesh burned me up and I wailed my pleasure and dipped the hollow of my back as his touch reached there.

  He groaned loud and abandoned, gave one final shunt and then dropped heavily over me.

  I collapsed on the sofa with the air knocked from my lungs.

  “Shit, sorry,” he said, shifting so that his cock slipped from me and we lay side-by-side.

  I tucked my hands into my chest and he pulled me close, wrapping his legs around mine and settling me into the curve of his body.

  We were both breathing hard and our hot breaths mixed as our sweat-slicked skin rubbed against each other. His chest hair was scratchy on my arms and his cock was damp on my thigh.

  Eventually he spoke, “I’m sorry. I got carried away.”

  “Don’t apologize.” I paused and giggled a little. “It was just what I needed.” As I’d spoken I realized it was true. I had needed sex. I was still a mess from losing my husbands but I’d needed some release and an outlet for my physical needs before I went completely ’round the bend.

  Caleb smiled and I admired the dimples in his cheeks and the dusting of stubble on his jawline. I’d certainly got lucky when it came to finding a guy to sate my desires. He was gorgeous enough to grace any magazine or billboard.

  “Don’t worry about the lack of condom,” he said. “Isaac and I are both clean, I promise, and you won’t get pregnant, not by me.”

  Damn, the condom thought had whirlwinded into my head and then spun straight out again at the moment of my climax.

  “I’m clean too, and…” I paused. “But how do you know I won’t get pregnant?”

  He frowned a little. “You just won’t. I can’t make you pregnant.”

  There was something in his voice that stopped me pressing him further. Maybe Caleb had suffered an illness or injury that had left him sterile. Or perhaps he’d been born sterile. Was that one of the reasons his family and friends shunned him?

  If so it was nothing short of cruel.

  But no, of course it wasn’t for any of those reasons. It was because his DNA was so different to mine. I’d thought of him as human when I ran my hands over him, but he wasn’t.

  He was only half human.

  But right now half worked just fine for me and I nestled a little closer and breathed in his slightly salty scent. There was a lot more than I knew to this kind man who was full of passion and empathy. He was multilayered, easy to adore and also very tolerant. Maybe he’d feel comfortable enough to open up to me soon.

  If it was true that was.

  But even if he didn’t, if it wasn’t, I just hoped I wouldn’t bring trouble to his door, now, after this, in more ways than just a vampire bitch. Because if anything hurt Caleb, if anything I did resulted in pain for him and Isaac, then I didn’t know how I could live with myself.

  We must have slept for some time, naked and in each other’s arms, because when I opened my eyes the sunlight had left the room and it was just the glow of the fire surrounding us.

  I moved within Caleb’s embrace and he stirred.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  “Yes, fine. I just need to use the bathroom.”

  His tight hold slackened from around my waist and I slipped from his embrace. I padded into the dark bathroom aware of moisture dripping down my inner thigh. I was a little tender between my legs but I didn’t mind, it felt good, it reminded me that I was alive, that I was a woman with needs and desires and that I was strong too.

  When I came out of the bathroom Caleb had lit several candles around the cabin to give us extra light and he was stooped, butt naked, by the fire arranging logs and stoking the embers.

  I paused and admired the roundness of his back and the globes of his arse cheeks. His thigh muscles were bunched and his biceps twitched beneath his skin as he maneuvered the wood with the iron poker.

  He turned and smiled at me. “Are you hungry?”

  “Yes, starving.”

  He stood, completely at ease with his lack of clothes and walked up to me. He dropped a kiss on the tip of my nose, the way he’d taken to doing, and then headed for the kitchen.

  A shiver ran up my spine, it was part pleasure at Caleb’s little gesture of affection and part cold. Although the cabin was warm, it wasn’t warm enough for me to remain naked. Quickly I gathered my clothes, dressed then followed Caleb.

  He was already frying onions and as I reached for a glass of water he tipped some minced meat into the pan.

  “Good sex always makes me hungry,” he said, reaching for a spoon and stirring his mixture.

  I stepped up behind him and pressed a kiss between his shoulders. “It was pretty damn good for me too.”

  He turned and with his free hand cupped my cheek. “I’m glad to hear you say that, Bea. I know sometimes I get…”

  “Carried away with passion.” I smiled. “Don’t worry, I won’t break, I’m made of tougher stuff than that.”

  “I guessed as much. But still…” He flexed his biceps Popeye-style. “I’m considerably bigger than you.”

  “Don’t I know it.” I tilted my eyebrows suggestively and he laughed.

  I smiled too. We would fuck again, of that I was sure. Nothing had changed between us. Our easy banter and comfortable way of being together was still the same. Apart from the fact he seemed completely at ease being naked around me now. I couldn’t help but wonder if he’d only worn clo
thes for my sake. His skin was still warm despite the slight chill in the kitchen and the snow stacking up against the outside of the window.

  My smile dropped as I looked at the dark horizon and the looming mountains.

  Caleb went back to preparing dinner.

  “But will Isaac really be okay with this? What we’ve done?” I asked.

  He added herbs to the cooking dinner then brushed his palms over themselves.

  “Yes, of course.” He frowned. “I love Isaac with everything that I am. If I thought for a moment you and I satisfying basic urges would hurt him, then I would control that instinct. I would have to. I wouldn’t hurt Isaac for anything in the world.”

  “Oh, that’s good then. I guess I’m not…”

  “What?”

  “Familiar with how open relationships work. I wouldn’t have wanted to share Aimery or Ryle with anyone.”

  His features hardened for a moment, as though their names annoyed him, but then he spoke again. “Isaac knows that my heart belongs to him. That my life belongs to him. He wouldn’t look at what we’ve done—”

  “Fucked.”

  “Yes, fucked, as him sharing me. He’d see it as us, you and me, giving each other something we both need at the moment we needed it.”

  “Oh, I see. So he wouldn’t be jealous?”

  Caleb reached for me and pulled me close. His cock was semi hard and pressed against my stomach. “No he wouldn’t be jealous at all. In fact, if he was here he’d probably have joined in.”

  My knees weakened at the thought of Isaac also being with us. His big muscles and the feral glint in his eyes only adding to my wild seduction. My pussy dampened and I couldn’t deny the thought of a threesome with my sexy wolf rescuers turned me on. I loved watching them together. I was sure I’d love getting in on the action of their man love even more.

  Caleb smiled. “You look a little flushed,” he said.

  “Mmm, maybe I’m just starting to remember the woman I used to be.”

  “I’m glad to hear it.” He traced the soft pad of his thumb over my lips from one side to the other and back again.