by Lee Savino
“How long does it last?”
“A few days. When I was at the abbey, the friar would lock up the women who went into heat. I would fall asleep hearing them moan and shriek like a demon possessed them.”
“Did he lock you up?”
I shook my head. “I hid it from him. But it’s worse tonight, so much worse. I ache. I almost…touched between my legs.”
He paused. “You wanted to touch yourself?”
“Yes.”
“But did not?” His voice was deeper, thicker.
I shook my head.
“Why not?”
“What?”
“Why did you not touch yourself?”
“Because it is wicked,” I whispered. “It is the curse of the moon. I must not give in. You must help me.” Every second that ticked by brought me closer to losing control, breaking down and wanting to rut against him like a dog in heat. Shame burned my cheeks. “Please help me.”
“I will help you.”
“You will take me back?”
Bright yellow light flared in his eyes. “No, Hazel. I will never let you go.”
“Then what—”
He laid a finger over my lips. “Hush. I am your mate, and will give you what you need. You will trust me.”
“I do not want to lose control.”
“Then give yourself to me. I will keep you from harm.”
I clutched at his forearms. “You must bind me. I will moan and beg, but you must not let me go. Please.”
“All right,” he said, his voice gruff.
He tied me to a sturdy chair using strips of soft leather he’d found.
“A rope will hold better,” I told him.
“Nay, little one. I will not allow anything to chafe your soft skin.” His touched brushed fire through me.
Almost in the throes of the sickness, I did not argue.
I relaxed only when I was fully bound. He’d set me close to the fire, in a stream of shining moonlight.
“You are very beautiful,” he told me. His fingers brushed my lips, and I sighed, almost crying with relief. He could touch me and I could respond without fear of disgracing myself.
“Thank you.”
He gave me an odd look and busied himself spitting and roasting the game. When it was done, he came with a bowl of meat and a knife. “You will eat,” he ordered, slicing off bits to place into my mouth.
As he leaned over me, goosebumps rose on my naked flesh.
“Cold, little one?”
“No.” Under the thin shift, my chest was flushed. Sweat trickled between my breasts. “It’s nothing.” I forced a smile.
Knut didn’t look happy, but he kept to his task of feeding me.
I licked my lips, tasting the grease. He held another piece to my mouth and my tongue flicked out to taste it, and him.
Glancing at the moon, I flexed my legs in the bonds, but they held.
He rose to get more meat, the bulge in his pants at eye level. An aching wave of longing washed through me, pressure rising in my lower belly. My head fell back as I strained my hips upward.
Knut turned at my moan.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s coming,” I panted. “I don’t…” I tossed my head back and forth.
“Hazel, tell me…what’s going on?”
“So hot,” I gasped. “Too hot.”
“One moment,” he grunted, and undid the bonds at my wrists.
“No—stop—”
With quick fingers, he lifted the gown over my head, whipping it off. Cool air washed over me. But now I was naked and half free.
“What are you doing?” I cried out even as my body leapt to life.
“I am going to help you.” He knelt before me. “You will sate your lust with me. Submit to me, Hazel. I will break your heat and you will never suffer again.” He put his hand on my thigh and it burned.
“No,” I said. “I do not want this. I am not ready. Knut, please.”
“You escaped the abbey, and those who kept you captive. Why do you not allow yourself to be free?”
I hung my head. “I…can’t.”
He moved away, and I began to struggle again. “Knut, don’t leave me like this. You have to bind me, you have to help me—”
“Shh, shh little one. I am here. I will tie you again.”
I sobbed in relief when my hands were secure.
“Hazel, do you trust me?” The big warrior had a bucket of water and a small pelt in his hand.
“What are you going to do?”
“Shhh. I will make you feel better.” He dipped the fur in water and wrung it out before press its silky coolness against my hot skin.
“Better?”
“Yes,” I sighed. He washed my body this way and I submitted to his touch. “It feels so good.”
“More food?”
I nodded, but this time when his fingers touched my lips, I sucked them inside, laving frantically until he pulled them away, groaning.
“None of that teasing, Hazel.”
“Or what?” I purred.
“Or I will untie you and blister your bottom before putting you on your knees to serve my cock.”
I gasped. My hips started rocking.
“Knut, please.”
With a curse, he crouched in front of me. “What is it, little one? Tell me what you need.”
My nipples crinkled as he passed his gaze over them.
“My breasts. They ache.”
“Beg, Hazel. Beg me for what you want.”
“Touch them, please.” My mind was gone, all thought pushed out by the arousal pounding in my brain. “Please,” I strained towards him. “I will die if you do not touch me.”
“All right, all right, hush.” His rough hands cupped my flesh and I sighed into his touch.
“Thank you. I need more. I need—”
He was already kneading them, brushing his thumb against my nipple in a way that sent pleasure shooting straight to my sex. I begged in wordless moans as he pinched my nipples, first lightly, then applying more and more pressure.
“Does that hurt?” He watched my face closely.
Arousal followed the sting, washing any pain away. “No. More.”
He did as I asked, but I felt nothing but the overwhelming waves of desire, lapping against my sex.
Knut bent over me, frowning in concentration. His lips were so close to my skin…
My body arched up towards his, pushing until the bonds constricted my flesh.
“Calm yourself.” He massaged me, pressing me back down.
My breath came in shallow pants. “I…can’t…” Liquid dripped from me. Pooling on the chair, wetting my bottom and thighs. “I am so lost.” Tears pricked my eyes. “Knut, I do not know why I am like this. I have tried to resist. I have prayed and prayed--”
“Shhhh,” he soothed and bent his head, taking my nipple between his teeth.
“Oh,” I cried out, hips dancing, jerking in invitation. “Oh, yes.”
“You like that?” he gave me a little grin and the moonlight shone off his sharp front teeth. Without waiting for answer, he bowed his head and licked at my breast.
“Ahh,” I let out a half moan, half sigh. Tears leaked from my eyes.
The giant warrior stayed kneeling before me, blond head bent to give me pleasure. His mouth worked its way down my bare body. Slowly, so slowly he tongued the crease between my legs and mound, lapping up my honey.
I held my breath, willing him to go closer, to touch the place I needed him most.
When he laid his mouth on my sex, the heat of his mouth matching mine, pleasure flooded through me. His tongue delved deep and I sobbed in happiness, rocking as much as I could in my bonds.
When he raised his head, still wet from my mound, I shuddered. My scent mingled with his, potent and right. We belonged together, our bodies entwined as closely as our flesh would allow. I wanted him on me, inside me. I wanted to be filled with his essence. I wanted him.
“Take me,” I begged. “Knut, I am ready. I want to be yours.” I want to be one.
His fingers skated over the tops of my thighs and I knew he’d heard my mental message. “Are you a virgin, little one?”
“Yes.”
“You are ready for all of me?”
Freeing my hand, he pressed it to the front of his pants. I traced the thick bar of his cock, marveling at the size. “Yes.”
Gently he pulled my hand way.
“I will pleasure you, but will not take you. You will learn my body, learn my voice. Lean into me like the flower turns to the sun. Then, and only then, will I mark you and make you mine.”
I sobbed. “Please.”
He entered me with rough fingers. My cunny clamped down on the digits, my inner muscles fluttering, working, desperate. Sweat poured down my body.
A low keening filled the air—cries of wanting torn from the deepest part of me.
Knut added lips and tongue to his fingers and I was undone. I screamed and fluid gushed over his hand. My climax claimed me over and over, as I writhed in my bonds.
He untied me and rubbed the red crisscrosses on my skin, before holding my exhausted body close.
Knut, I reached for him in my mind, a delicate joining, intimate, gentle.
I’m here. He clasped me tighter.
“You’re all right, lass. You’re with me.”
“I can hear you,” I gasped.
I know. “‘Tis the bond.”
I raised my head and touched his lips in wonder.
“This is the beginning,” he said. “We are bound now by more than flesh and blood. You will not leave me.”
Knut
“I’d like to wash,” Hazel told me. She didn’t deny my words but kept her face averted from mine.
“What is wrong?”
“Nothing,” she said and rose and went to the bucket. “I need to fetch water.”
I met her at the door and blocked her way. “I’ll get it.”
“There’s no need,” she said stiffly. “I can do it.”
“Are you angry with me little one?”
“No.” She glared at the ground.
I’d give my life for this woman. I’d slay all her enemies. I wished they were here, now, so I could slay them, instead of wondering what else to say. “Something is wrong. You are crying.”
“I’m not.” She dashed at her eyes.
I growled. “I will spank you until you tell me.”
She threw the bucket on the ground, narrowly missing my foot. Her temper only made me harder and I bit back a grin. My little rabbit was a fighter.
“I am ashamed,” she said and wiped all my humor away.
“Why?”
“I am cursed.”
“Hazel, it is no curse.” I caught her hand before she could turn from me. “It is your gift.”
“What?”
Her pained look wrung my heart. “Oh, little love, they lied to you. They told you lies to control your lust, to keep your true power in. But now you can let it out, you are safe with me.”
“How am I safe? I will want things….” The tears pouring down her cheeks made me ready to hurt someone. “Things I should not want. I do not know how to keep them back. I am like a demon, a possessed woman.”
“’Tis only your mating heat.”
“It is lust. It is wrong.”
“No, it is natural,” Pulling her close, I cupped her sex. “Feel this. Feel how we are together.” Automatically, she pressed against me, her hips working against my hand until the damp between her legs soaked my skin.
“No.” she wrenched herself away. “I thought the fever was past, but it is not. You should tie me up again—”
“Why?” I gritted my teeth against my own arousal. “You are already bound. Your chains are in your mind.”
“I’m getting water,” she said. Grabbing the bucket and darting around me before I could stop her.
Shaking my head, I followed.
Her shift-clad form in the moonlight stirred my blood. By the time we reached the river, my cock was so hard I thought it might burst from my clothes. With great satisfaction, I shucked off my breeches.
“Give me that,” I strode to her and snatched up the bucket. She turned, hissing, her mouth dropping open when she saw I was naked.
I went to the river and waded right in. The cold made me yelp like a pup, but did nothing to ease my ardor. Cursing, I submerged myself and came up with a shout.
Hazel stood on the bank, a still, white figure. She could’ve been a specter, formed from moonlight to torment my dreams.
After flinging water off my hair, I stalked towards her, water streaming off my shoulders. My cock still jutted out from my body, hard and angry.
“You are not the only one who is cursed,” I reminded her. “There is nothing you can do to hurt me. Except withhold yourself.”
“My guardians at the abbey—”
“Were idiots. They did not understand who you are. They locked you away. But now you’re free and you’re still locked in a prison of your own making.” I reached to touch her and stopped short, a finger hovering at her lips.
“You want this,” I murmured, and watched as a tremor went through her. “So, Hazel, what’s it to be?”
Hazel
It was all I could do to keep my eyes on Knut’s face and not the hard organ ready to pierce me. I wet my lips and his gaze darkened.
“I am afraid.”
“Then come to me. I will fuck you until there is not a thought in your head. For you are mine and you have nothing to fear.”
I leaned towards him, so tempted. “I will not be controlled again, as I was in the abbey. I am not strong enough to survive that.”
“You are stronger than you know.” He sighed. “I will not let you go, Hazel, I cannot. It will mean my death. But this connection, this connection we have. It is more than feelings. We belong together, one soul in two bodies.”
I shook my head.
“That thought frightens you?” he asked gently.
“I don’t know why you care for me.”
“Truly?” he snorted. “There is not one thing about you that doesn’t make me want to possess you.”
When I didn’t answer, he shook his head. “I suppose you want to know the reasons and will make me stand here, naked, while I list them all.”
“You’re the one who took off your breeches.”
“Aye it was that or tear right through them.” He sighed again and the movement made his sizable erection bob. “Very well. It was your scent that called to me from the first.”
I waited.
“You know, most female wolves would be happy with a few dead rabbits.”
I crossed my arms over my chest. “I am not a female wolf.”
He cocked his head, studying me. “Take off your shift. If I am to bare all, then you must as well.”
With trembling hands, I did as he bade. As always, his tone compelled me. As soon as the shift fell to my feet we both knew my true feelings, for I was wet, wet and ready.
“Hazel,” he breathed.
“It’s late,” I interrupted. “We should return to the hut.”
“Do not run from me.” he growled.
In the moonlight, I could see every line and shadow on the planes of his face. Knut the man was almost gone and the beast had taken over.
“If you run, I will chase you. I will lay you down and take you in any way I please and will not stop until I’ve had my fill.”
Despite myself I took a step back.
“Hazel,” he warned.
I licked my lips, deciding.
Whirling, I ran.
For a moment, I thought I might reach the hut. My feet beat a frantic rhythm against the forest floor, breath raging in my throat. Just before I broke from the woods, strong arms clamped around me, lifting me even while my legs pumped the air.
“Be still,” the words tore from a barely human throat. Knut dragged me back to the riverbank
to where he’d flung his clothes. His hands when he laid me down on the garments were gentle, but when I struggled he held me down.
“Be still,” he ordered and my spine unhinged at his guttural bark.
Satisfied at my stillness, he grasped my legs, pulled them open.
I quivered, chanting under my breath, “Yes, yes.”
For all his intent chase, he took his time looking over me. My sex was wet and dripping as he bent, sniffed, and licked up the length of my thigh. When he nuzzled between my legs, I buried my hands in his hair. He nipped my lower lips. Grasping my wrists, he pinned them at my sides.
“Oh yes,” I gasped again.
He set the broad head of his cock at my entrance. As wet as I was, his still entry burned.
“Do not fight me little one,” he coached. “Breathe.”
Slowly he pushed in, I stretched, gulping. He hit my barrier and I cried out in pain.
His hand closed over my breast, squeezing, sending a fresh wave of pleasure through me.
“Deep breath,” he said and snapped his hips, tearing into me.
I cried out.
He cradled my head, raining kisses on my face. “Never again. It will never hurt again.”
Already the pain was fading. I closed my eyes, savoring his satisfying weight on my small frame, his arms and legs caging me. I was safe forever, in his arms.
Look at me, his voice purred in my thoughts.
I did.
Our minds are one. Our bodies are one. You will heal quickly now.
Warmth curled through me, he moved a little and I felt him where our bodies joined, a perfect fit. My body had already adjusted to the brutal stretch.
I locked my legs around his hips.
“That’s it, little one. Take me deep.”
My hips undulated against his, gently at first, then with a more demanding speed. His thick cock speared me, pressing against every part of my womb, filling me to the brim with undeniable pleasure.
“Is this how it is?” I asked in wonder.
“This is how it is,” he said. “But only with you. And for me there is no other.”
My small arms pulled him closer. There was nothing evil here, in the circle of our bodies. It was the sweetest feeling and I’d die happily in this place.
