Prymal Lust

by Carlo, Jianne

  “It’s scary. My head tells me that I’m nuts to stay here with you. But all of the rest of me says I have to be with you.” She squished the sponge in her hands. “I hate how I feel. All I can think about is having you inside me.”

  All the tension in his bunched back muscles dissipated. In two long strides he was at her side. Inhaled her unique fragrance tangled with the lavender oil, and the faint hint of him on her. Unable to resist, he trailed a finger along her collarbone.

  “Come run with me.”

  Her breathing hitched. She blinked. Dipped her head. Scuffed the tiles with one bare foot. “I haven’t shifted in years. Not sure I still know how to do it.”

  “Trust me. It’s like riding a bicycle. Once you’ve done it, it all comes back to you the second you mount.”

  The moment he uttered the last word, the pungent aroma of his mate’s instant arousal flooded his nostrils. He ignored his cock’s immediate reaction and held out his hand.

  “It’s like I have no willpower where you’re concerned. I don’t want to become my mom. I don’t want to cater to your every whim.” She gritted out the three sentences, but set her hand in his.

  “Does it help to know that I want to cater to your every whim? That I’d move not just heaven and earth, but whole galaxies to have you claim me? That the mere thought of us having a cub justifies my whole existence?” He nosed her knuckles and tongued her fingers.

  She pursed her lips. “Not at all.”

  For a moment he was dumbfounded, but then she shot him an uneven grin. “That was pretty good. Galaxies, huh? I kinda like that. Okay. Let’s give that run a shot.”

  The ache in his chest exploded. Burst liked a popped helium balloon. The trust inherent in her agreeing to shift with him had his mating hopes jackknifing. “Thank you.”

  “Thank me after. If it works.”

  He pulled her down the hallway. “Why haven’t you shifted for so long?”

  “I like being in control. Shifting made me feel out of control. I know it doesn’t make sense. I am Wylfen.”

  Axe had to repress a smile at the petulance in her tone. He kissed her palm. “I love you the way you are.”

  She yanked her hand out of his. “This isn’t love. This is some stupid wolf stuff. I’m not going to submit to you.”

  “I’m not asking you to.” He tugged the tank out of her sweats.

  She batted at him. “What’re you doing? Stop that.”

  He grinned. “It really has been a while for you, hasn’t it? We’ll burst out of our clothes when we shift.”

  “Oh. I kind of vaguely remember that now you mention it.” Her cheeks pinkened. “Turn around.”

  “No. We’ve fucked twice, Tania. And that’s going to be multiplied by a factor of at least ten between tonight and tomorrow night.” He drew her hand down to his blatant erection.

  She hissed. Licked her lips and squeezed her eyes shut. “It’s so fricking weird. All I want is you inside me. Even while Lycus and Jaz were here, all I could think about was us together.”

  “It’s the mate pull, sweet girl. I’ve been hard twenty-four seven since I first saw you in the gym. I have to sniff your panties at least once every thirty minutes just to stay sane.” Though it cost him a kazillion macho points, he wrenched her soiled panties from the graduation dinner and dance from his jeans pocket.

  The blush in her cheeks deepened. She nabbed the panties and tossed them onto the counter. Something about her actions intrigued him.

  “What?”

  She placed her hands on his chest. “You have no idea how much that turned me on. Let’s run after. After you’ve fucked me silly.”

  “Totally a done deal.” He heaved her tank top over her head.

  She unbuckled his belt. “I won’t cater to your every whim. I’m not going to be a typical submissive mate.”

  “For the last time, I’m not asking you to. Don’t whine about it over and over.” He reached around to her back and stifled a curse when he couldn’t grasp her bra’s tiny hooks. “Going to have to help me here. Take off your bra. My claws are making this fucking impossible.”

  She gasped. Stared at his hands. “How can you, half shifted, be sexier than sin?”

  “Bra.” His mind had shut down.

  “Oh yeah.” She unhooked the back clasp and let the lacey black bra drop to the floor.

  Axe commanded. “Stand still.”

  He clawed through the rope ties at the sweat pants waist. Lengthened his claws, and then had just enough control to remember his earlier notion of wearing her sweats. Often. Of her pussy spice sliding against his balls.

  So, Axe sheathed his claws, but knew he couldn’t touch her right then. He ordered, “Wriggle the sweats off.”

  When she complied and her naked sex came into view, he feathered his tongue on the razor sharp points of his canines and tightened every groin muscle. A move that always brought him back from the edge. It barely worked.

  To him it took forever for his half-shift to subside, and his wolf spirit to take control.

  “Axe?” Her husky voice spoke of impatience.

  He latched onto her nipple and suckled.

  She tangled her fingers in his hair and pressed him closer. “Harder. Please. Harder.”

  He grazed her pebbled peak with his teeth.

  When she arched and moaned, he intensified the bite.

  The need to be inside her overtook him. He shed his clothes and shoes, swept her off her feet, and lurched toward the master bedroom.

  They fell onto the bed.

  He framed her face with clumsy hands and kissed her until his oxygen-deprived lungs burned like a flash-bang had been set off inside his chest. He couldn’t get enough of the taste of her. Stroking her mouth, sipping her sweetness, wallowing in his mate’s essence.

  She met him caress for caress. Her bold tongue tangled with his. She nipped the tip and he combusted.

  Flipped her over on the mattress. “Hands and knees.”

  She obeyed, but flashed him a saucy grin over her shoulder. “Do me hard, sailor-boy. I want to feel you in my throat.”

  He spanked her ass cheeks and then kneaded them salivating when her pink crack came into view. Massaged her back hole and tweaked it a couple of times. She whimpered, jutted her butt higher, and sank onto her elbows.

  Testing her readiness, he fingered her creamy folds, and spread the dewy moisture into the crevices.

  She jerked when he tugged on her clit. Her hamstrings bunched and her buttocks clenched when he rolled the swollen nub between his thumb and forefinger.

  “Ask me nicely,” he demanded.

  “Fuck me hard, sailor boy.” She turned her head to one side, laid her cheek on the bed covers, and jiggled her ass.

  He lost it.

  Gripped her waist and drove in until he hit her womb.

  Stilled to savor the way her muscles fisted him.

  Focused on the twin dimples above her butt. Salivated. Bent to lick each one. Nipped the ridge of her ass while plucking at her clit. She climaxed around his aching cock, contracting and releasing with such force that he could no longer hold back his release. The orgasm spasmed up from his curled toes. Soared across his groin. Drew his nuts up hard and tight.

  He jetted into her.

  She milked him with long, hard pulls.

  He ground his thumb over her clit prolonging their explosive coming.

  When her aftershocks finally stopped, he rested his head on her back. Swept his tongue over each of her vertebrae until he reached the one at her nape. Worried his fangs around the fragile bone. Drank in the poignant fragrance of their tangled fragrances. Allowed a lazy smile to spread his lips when she arched her neck to one side.

  Rolled them over so she lay on her side tucked against him spoon-siding each other. He flexed his cock.

  She cried out his name.

  He soothed her by cupping her breasts and nuzzling her neck. “It’s okay. Just relax into it.”

  Glancing back ov
er her shoulder, she frowned at him, her eyes both glazed and wild. “What is it?”

  “Mate lock. Can’t stop it. My cock’s locking my sperm inside you.”

  She shuddered through an erratic orgasm.

  He spurted more semen.

  Chapter Twelve

  They went for a run right as dawn broke in a wild array of peach, grays, and yellows over the darkened shadows lining the jagged mountain peaks.

  To Tania’s surprise, the shifting went as easy as Axe had insisted it would.

  She’d forgotten how being in wolf form magnified every sense. It was as if she’d never really smelled anything, heard anything, nuzzled anything before.

  The last time she’d shifted had been a week before she got her first period. That had been almost thirteen years ago.

  Tania heard with intense clarity the slightest rustle of a clump of long grasses. Every aroma seemed more pungent and easier to identify. Her paws anticipated changes in the texture of rubble and rock faster and more smoothly the longer they raced.

  Her eyes grew more accustomed to the blackness nestled in the deepest crevices. When they paused panting at the top of a high boulder, the city lights winked magnificent kaleidoscope hues at them.

  She picked up the odor of other shifters. Two males, one with a heavy layer of dark sensuality, the other overladen with sunshine.

  Tania kept sneaking peeks at Axe.

  In wolf form he was more beautiful than she’d ever have imagined. His foxlike fur reminded her of an Irish setter. The heralding dawn proved the perfect foil for all the shades of burgundy, scarlet, and gold that streaked his sleek body.

  She’d forgotten how shifting banished all human worries.

  They ran side by side for miles.

  He showed her a lazy river that sprouted over a series of remarkable vertical-drop shale boulders.

  Axe led her downhill, right as the sun became a circle halved by the horizon.

  When he nosed her back in the direction of his house, reluctance dogged her loping pace. She didn’t want to lose the exquisite thrill of absolute freedom flooding her veins. Didn’t want to have to face the inevitable issues slapping her in the face.

  They mounted the steps to the deck.

  He nudged her toward the far end and she spied an LCD keypad built into the wall where it met the wooden deck. Axe bumped his nose over the numbers and she yelped when the wolf-size equivalent of a hidden doggy-door shimmered into sight.

  When he finally allowed her to shift back into her human form, Tania was shocked by the fiery electric bolt that struck her from head to sparking toes.

  Before she could utter a word, he enfolded her in his arms caging her in an embrace so soothing, the sharp pain subsided at once. She tilted her head back to meet his gaze. His eyes held a glow she recognized right away.

  Their lovemaking this time was unhurried.

  His tongue remained coarse and nubby and he licked his way down her body. Not an ear whorl went unstamped. He marked her fingertips, the cusps of her shoulders, the backs of her knees, and the dimples above her ass.

  Tania sparked with frustration. Her aching and greedy pussy clamored for his attention, for one swipe of Axe’s remarkable, magical tongue. She waited for his claim bite, but it never came though he kissed the entire length of her neck for an eternity.

  “Axe, I’m dying,” she pleaded. “I claim you. Touch me there. Lick me there.”

  “No. When you claim me, I want you clear minded. I want you to know what you’re doing,” he whispered and lifted her hips before hammering into her.

  And just like that she climaxed. Went over the cliff and into the deep, dark beyond.

  He latched onto her nipple and his tongue and teeth worshipped the peak with long hard draws, and short, eclectic nips. All the while he drove into her pounding her g-spot with his cock.

  She clung to his arms. Spread her legs wider. Closed her eyes and simply felt. Relished the ecstasy of each spiraling orgasm.

  He nipped her lower lip when his peak hit him.

  Smeared her blood into his mouth with his tongue.

  Another climax thundered through her.

  They stayed joined together forever, or so it seemed.

  In small increments Tania became aware of reality. Heard the muted calls of wild birds. Inhaled the faint hint of musk clinging to his bicep. Felt when the sun climbed above the horizon, blasted through the open windows to the right of the bed, and crept under her half-shuttered eyes.

  When his cock finally loosened its amazing stretching of her pussy, her walls fought his retreat and sucked at his dick.

  He kissed the side of her neck. Lifted his head and nudged her chin.

  She raised heavy eyelids to peer at him.

  “Mornin’ mate. Love you.”

  Loving the way he growled the two words, she fingered his square chin, and let her hand linger on the soft stubble marking his jaw. Regretted the words even as they flew out of her mouth. “Back atcha.”

  The lurid, jangled strains of some rap song drowned out her voice.

  Relief had her sagging into the mattress. She didn’t want him questioning her roller coaster feelings. One minute she was numb, the next furious, two seconds later spiraling over crazy-must-be-in-love hurdles, and then resigned to spending the rest of the day alone.

  And through every intense emotional wave the only constant proved to be her need to be with Axe. To touch him, wallow in the way his musky-spice enveloped her, and, most of all, have his cock buried deep in her throbbing pussy.

  “Damn.” He reached back to snatch his cell from the bedside table on the other side of the bed.

  Tania took advantage of his distraction, wriggled out from under him, and rolled off her side of the mattress. Stumbled over her own foot, righted herself, and padded to the bathroom. Shut the door.

  When she stared at her tousled and tossed reflection the mirror, Tania couldn’t repress a shudder. If her mom could see her now…

  No. Not going there.

  She had to accept the inevitable.

  In a strange way it felt like she’d been headed down this path all her life. Tania couldn’t remember exactly when she’d realized she didn’t fit in. Wasn’t a typical Wylfen female. First, she was tall. Wylfen females were all under five-five. Second, she hadn’t wanted a mate. Wylfen females devoted their lives to finding and catering to their mates. Third, she didn’t have a submissive bone in her body. All Wylfen females were raised to be subservient.

  “You okay?” He barged into the room and it became too small in one second.

  Tania met his gaze in the mirror. Out of nowhere a swarm of nostalgia held her hostage. She relived the time their gazes had first met. She reached behind and clubbed his hand into hers. Realized he wore khakis and a polo shirt.

  “Oh. You got dressed.” Tania nodded so hard she thought her head would snap off. “You have to go to the base.”

  He clamped his hands on her shoulders. “Yes. I hate leaving you—”

  “It’s okay. I need time to process all that’s happened. When you’re around all I can think of is us mating.” She hesitated over the last word. It hadn’t felt like the anonymous screwing she’d indulged in at culinary school.

  “Not a bad thing.” He swatted her ass. “Hold that thought for later. I have to be at the base before zero eight.”

  At her puzzled frown, he translated, “Eight a.m.”

  “Didn’t Lycus say earlier last night?”

  He ducked his chin as if embarrassed. “Yeah. I texted him I’d be late before we went for our run.”

  She pivoted on one foot and propped her toes on her instep, shy and uncertain all of a sudden. “Thanks for forcing me to do it. I had completely forgotten how…how freeing shifting is.”

  He frowned down at her. “How long has it been for you?”

  “We’re heavily encouraged not to shift once we reach puberty. Thirteen years.”

  “Not to shift ever again?”

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sp; She nodded.

  “What the heck is the reason behind that one? What does heavily encouraged mean?”

  Tania hesitated for traditions were not supposed to be discussed except amongst immediate Prakov pack members.

  But, she no longer belonged.

  Remembering the cruel wording of The Senior Council’s letter incited a burst of anger and rebellion. “It means we have to redo our Decorum, Discipline, and Deportment training again. Trust me. That’s no fun.”

  “What the fuck is that?”

  “Wylfen summer camp for adolescent girls.” She couldn’t repress a shudder as the horrific memories crowded her brain.

  “Summer camp? Like with slumber parties and food fights? Swimming in lakes and playing games?”

  Tania snorted. “So not like that.”

  For nine weeks every year since her thirteenth birthday, Tania had had to endure sixty-three days of Wylfen indoctrination. Daily hypnotic “therapy,” trances induced by repetitive chanting of the Wylfen female tenets, and hours of instruction on posture, the right way to walk, the art of small talk, and how to anticipate your mate’s every wish.

  “Tell me.” He reached around her for his toothbrush.

  Her hesitation lasted a few seconds. “It was nine weeks of sheer torture.”

  She summarized the syllabus associated with Discipline, Decorum, and Deportment training.

  When she finished Axe whistled. He looked grim. “Let me get this straight. Every Wylfen female has to do this annually?”

  “Once she reaches puberty. Yes.”

  He unbuttoned his pants and unzipped.

  Horrified, Tania realized he intended to pee. In front of her. She blurted, “Axe, um. That is, can I use another bathroom?”

  She flinched when he bellowed, “Why in hell would you want to do that?”

  Planted her palms on her hipbones and glared right back at him. “Because women need to be private to do women things. Especially at certain times of the month.”

  He blanched. Wore a vacant expression for long moments. Glanced at his fly and closed up house.

  “This bathroom’s yours. I’ll move to one of the others. The carryon will be on the bed when you’re done. I’ll have bacon, eggs, and toast ready for you. How do you like them done?”