The Cajun's Captive (Stormy Weather, Book One)

by Selena Blake

  She'd never felt this good before. This complete.

  “Am I hurting you?” he asked when she moaned low in her throat.

  “No. Harder. Faster.”

  She realized very quickly that human men were no match for werewolves. He fucked her harder and faster. So hard, she thought they’d break the bed. So fast, she could scarcely breathe. But her body accepted him. Welcomed the onslaught.

  Then, as if she'd just leapt off a cliff into the turquoise waters of the ocean, she came. She moaned out her pleasure as it crashed into her like a tidal wave. Every cell in her body seemed energized and blissfully happy.

  She heard the throaty grunts and groans of the man above her, her husband, who was thrusting for all he was worth.

  With a loud shout of raunchy French, he froze inside her, his cock shooting his seed deep into her body. His muscles were hard beneath her fingertips, but they were also quivering. When he collapsed against her, she lazily ran her fingertips over his back.

  “I love you,” she whispered.

  “I love you too, Amanda St. James.” He rose up just enough to kiss her chin.

  “Deveraux,” she corrected.

  “You’re right. Mrs. Deveraux. Has a nice ring to it.”

  “It certainly does.”

  Chapter Seven

  Darkness fell over the cabin and the winds eventually died down. Amanda had never felt so wonderful or so safe. They lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms until sleep finally claimed them.

  In the early hours of the morning, he kissed her awake and she could already feel the steely length of his cock against her hip.

  “Good morning, my beautiful bride.” She nestled closer, aching in all sorts of delicious places.

  “Good morning, my handsome husband.”

  “So is that how your dream ended?” he asked as he nuzzled her shoulder, a warm palm covering her right breast.

  “That was far better.”

  “Good,” he said, sounding satisfied with himself, before his lips claimed hers in a soul-stealing kiss.

  He gently squeezed a tender nipple between his finger and thumb. The slight pressure had her gasping. He took full advantage, sweeping his tongue inside her mouth. The erotic invasion brought a rush of moisture to her pussy and she angled her hips toward his.

  He let go of her nipple and slid his hand between her legs.

  “Are you sore?”

  “A little.”

  “Sorry.”

  “I’m not. I feel well loved,” she said and stretched against him.

  He quickly ran his hand over her torso, his large palm warming her skin. “You are well loved. By me.”

  Before she could say a word he’d claimed her lips and slipped has hand between her legs. The tip of his finger circled her clit and she shifted her pelvis trying to increase the friction. He laughed softly against her lips.

  She whimpered and let her legs fall open, hoping he’d take advantage. Instead, he continued kissing her and driving her crazy with that finger. She was so on edge she was about to fall off. Why was he tormenting her so?

  Reaching down with her hand, she started to guide him to the perfect spot but he brushed her hand away and continued his tender torture.

  Two could play this game. She wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked up and down slowly.

  He groaned against the column of her throat. “That feels so good.”

  At his words of encouragement, she tickled the underside of his penis with her thumb. He shuddered against her and slid his finger deep inside her tender sheath.

  He didn’t play fair. She wanted to drive him crazy just like he was doing to her. When she got to the base, she adjusted her grip so she could gently squeeze his balls.

  He groaned again and stroked her clitoris, rubbing the tender bundle of nerves with back and forth with his thumb, until finally the tempo was just right. Her hand paused over him and the other grabbed hold of the sheets.

  “So close,” she said, afraid to move, to breathe, lest he lose the rhythm of his strokes. So close, she chanted in her mind, willing the orgasm to take her.

  “Come for me,” he whispered. His words must have done the trick, because her inner muscles immediately began to clench around his finger. Next to him, her body tightened up like the bow of a violin and she screamed out her pleasure.

  When she went limp in his arms, he kissed her softly. Her hand rested against his cock; he was still hard as a pipe.

  When he pulled back she gave a happy sigh, then narrowed her eyes in mock fierceness. “Finally.”

  “You enjoyed yourself.”

  “You’re so cocky,” she whispered, her voice becoming sleepy. “Problem is you have every reason to be.”

  He lifted her hand from his hard-on and brushed a kiss over her knuckles.

  “Get some rest. You’re gonna need it.” He kissed her shoulder and then pushed off the bed. “I’ll be right back. Need to check da weather.”

  * * * * *

  When Amanda woke, light was just starting coming through the bedroom door. The spot next to her was empty. She sat up and looked around the room.

  “Sebastian?”

  “Out here, cherie.”

  She followed the sound of his voice and found him sitting in a lone chair on the deck, his gaze fixed on the light blue sky. The door was propped open and the shutters had been raised.

  “Storm headed east so we didn’t get the worst of it.” He smiled up at her and she felt her insides turn to mush all over again.

  The black robe didn’t look nearly as big on him as it had on her. She bent to give him a kiss and he pulled her onto his lap. His strong arms wrapped around her naked body, holding her close.

  “I will never get tired of kissing you,” he informed her.

  She laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck. As she gazed into his dark eyes, she wondered why she’d ever stayed away.

  “You must stay, you know. You’re to be my Luna now.”

  “Your Luna?”

  “My mate. The leader of our pack. You’re the Alpha female now.”

  “Does that mean that you have to do whatever I tell you?” she teased and trailed her fingers down the hard plain of his chest.

  “I might let you have your way every now and then,” he said and cupped her left breast in his hand. She arched against him and felt the hard ridge between them.

  “Sebastian!” she said, shocked at his eagerness. “You’re hard again.”

  “I cannot help it, cherié. It’s your fault. It’s what being near you does to me.”

  It was time for some payback.

  “Is that right?” She tugged at the ties holding the robe closed and let them fall away. She stared deep into his eyes as she brushed the soft fabric away from his body. Bracing her hands against his chest, she straddled his hips and slowly drank in the sight of him sans clothing.

  Hot was an understatement. No wonder he was the most eligible bachelor in Louisiana.

  Not anymore. A smile spread across her face and she began to rub against the hard length of him.

  He sucked in a breath and looked at her through his lashes. “What are you smiling about, love?”

  “You’re not the most eligible—bachelor—in Louisiana—anymore,” she said, concentrating of the friction between her legs.

  Her juices covered his cock, making for a slippery ride. He bucked his hips and almost succeeded in sliding home. She pushed him down and shook her head.

  “It’s my turn to drive you wild.”

  “You do that every day.” His hands closed around her hips and he pushed his hips up against hers.

  She was rapidly losing control of both her desire and him, and the look in his dark eyes said he knew it. He reached between her legs and flicked the sensitive nub.

  Quickly, she stood up and turned around. “You’re not getting your way,” she told him over her shoulder.

  He growled low in his throat but the sound didn’t scare her. She rea
ched beneath her and guided his cock into her wet sheath.

  Bracing her hands against his thighs, she began moving up and down on his cock. She kept the rhythm tortuously slow. He was so big, so thick. His hands raked over her back and she fought the urge to lean back against him, to let him take the lead.

  His arm snaked around her waist and his fingers closed over her clit, making her cry out.

  “I should tie you up since you can’t keep your hands to yourself.”

  “Not a chance in hell.” The possessive tone set off something inside her. She tossed her head back and rode him as hard as she could. An orgasm swept over her, heating her from the inside out, shocking her with its quickness.

  She was almost embarrassed, but he kept his fingers pressed firmly against her. She moaned long and low and slowed to a stop.

  “We’re not done, beautiful,” he whispered into her ear.

  In the blink of an eye, he’d pushed them out of the chair and bent her over the railing, his cock still balls deep inside her. He brushed her hair to the side and rained kisses over her back and shoulders.

  She braced her hands against the wet wood and stared down into the dark waters. Her breasts dangled into space and she suddenly wondered if anyone could see them. She looked out at the quiet landscape and pastel sunrise.

  “No one can see you, chérie. We’re out here all alone.” He nipped her shoulder blade with his teeth. An excited shiver raced over her skin and she pushed back against his cock. He pulled all the way out and then thrust into her. “No one to hear you scream.”

  His words brought another flood of desire, of moisture. Clamping his hands over her hips, he started a slow motion, almost a twist as he pushed himself inside her heat. Cries of delight erupted from her throat and carried over the water.

  Faster and faster he moved, his hot breath panting against her neck.

  “Come for me,” he demanded and rubbed her clit.

  “You first,” she replied, squeezing his cock with her muscles. A deep sound, almost a roar, burst from his throat. He swelled inside her and came with force. At the same moment, sharp teeth clamped over the base of her neck causing her to scream. Tears stung her eyes, but the pain was quickly replaced by pleasure. He pressed against her clit and she came again, crying out his name. Her knees went weak, and she was glad she was trapped between the solidness of Sebastian and the strong wooden railing. She was utterly spent.

  “I love you,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. He kissed the tender spot on the back of her neck.

  Love and pleasure wrapped her like a blanket. Moisture slicked her thighs, but she didn’t care. She had Sebastian. Finally. After all the yearning and waiting, she had his love.

  She was home.

  The End

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  Read an Excerpt From Bitten in the Bayou

  (book two in the Stormy Weather series)

  The lights flickered once, twice, and then they were cast into darkness. With no light, her other senses immediately took over. The rain beat against the house furiously. It seemed alive, like it was trying to claw its way in. A nervous tremor coursed through her veins.

  A heavy hand settled on her knee, and she jumped, a girly squeal erupting from her throat.

  “Shh... you're okay. Let your eyes adjust.” By the tone she could tell it was Jules who was comforting her.

  Slowly the candle light from the living room brightened their corner of the kitchen.

  “Looks like we’re done for a while,” he said, his voice low... seductive.

  She turned to look at him, able to make out his features, the hungry look in his eyes. Glancing over at André, she saw him watching her closely. The intimate inspection unnerved her. Made her want to shift in her seat.

  But the hand on her knee squeezed gently, reassuring her. When she looked into Jules' eyes, she hardly noticed the rumble of thunder or the howling wind.

  “I want to kiss you,” he whispered.

  “Are you asking permission?” she asked and held her breath.

  “No,” he said roughly, and before she could blink, his lips were crushing hers. She shifted toward him, closing her eyes. He cupped her cheek in his hand, and she wanted to rub herself against it. To soak up his warmth, his strength.

  He probed at her lips with his tongue, and she opened for him. As his tongue swept inside she heard someone groan. She wasn't sure who.

  He tasted rich... of wine and gumbo. Their tongues danced back and forth, and she clung to his shoulders. Her breasts were heavy and aching for his touch. She felt hungry, empty.

  Slowly he severed the kiss, and a tiny sound of protest escaped her lips.

  “Damn, you know how to kiss. So soft and tempting. Giving and demanding all at once,” he said, sounding out of breath. “I could kiss you for hours.”

  That could be arranged, she thought blissfully.

  It was as if the whole day, since she'd first caught sight of them in the woods, had been leading up to this moment. Priming her, readying her for his kiss. His touch.

  A warm hand curled around her shoulder, and she turned to look up at André. That predatory look was back, and it called to something inside of her. Quickly she glanced back at Jules.

  He cocked his head to the side. “You didn't think he was going to let me keep you all to myself, did you?”

  Author Bio

  An action movie buff with a penchant for all things supernatural and sexy, Selena Blake combines her love for adventure, travel and romance into steamy paranormal romance. Selena’s books have been called “a steamy escape” and have appeared on bestseller lists, been nominated for awards, and won contests. When she’s not writing you can find her by the pool soaking up some sun, day dreaming about new characters, and watching the cabana boy (aka her muse), Derek. Fan mail keeps her going when the diet soda wears off so write to her at selenablake@gmail.com.

  Visit her online at http://www.selena-blake.com or if you’re on Facebook, become a fan at http://www.facebook.com/authorSelenaBlake

  Other Books by Selena Blake

  Series: Stormy Weather

  The Cajun’s Captive

  Bitten in the Bayou

  Seduced by a Cajun Werewolf (previously titled Bound & Determined)

  Mated to a Cajun Werewolf

  Surprising Darcy

  Just a Little Taste

  Series: Deep Space Encounters

  Reclaiming Isis

  Rescuing Natacha

  Azula’s Rebellion