Her Wanted Wolf

by Renee Michaels

  His fully erect member confirmed Drew’s arousal. Sabine closed her eyes and hurriedly finished her ablutions.

  Sabine jumped when his shaft brushed her thigh as he reached past her to retrieve something on the shelf behind her.

  “I’m clean enough.” She rinsed out the washcloth and slapped it on the shelf. Sabine stepped from the shower of water, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her body. Twice as large and three times as soft as the threadbare squares she used to dry herself with before, Sabine cocooned herself in the towel’s softness. Looking over at Drew, she let out a strangled grasp.

  His sun-bronzed body glistening under the water, Drew worked sudsy foam over his muscles. He scrubbed his chest absently, swiping the bar of soap over his taut pectorals and abdominals.

  Sabine’s eyes tracked the direction of his hands as they moved lower. Her mouth dried out when he started to cleanse his groin. He washed the dark growth of hair and ran soap over the length of his member. It lengthened and hardened under his hands. Baring the rotund crown, he slid his thumb over the satiny knob, his frame growing rigid. Drew released his shaft with a rasping grunt.

  She gulped audibly. Drew’s head jerked up and their eyes met. The gaze he fixed on her was heated with a primitive hunger.

  He stepped out from under the water. Drew wrapped a towel around his hips and picked up an apparatus which resembled a strange gun. He pointed it at her.

  She scrambled away from him. The ripple of her instinctive change into a wolf aborted when he turned the thing on. The tinny whine and the blast of hot air ripped a yelp from her.

  He frowned at her, perplexed, but his brow cleared with understanding, “Ahh, sorry, I’m just going to use this to dry your hair. I don’t want you to go to bed with it wet. Come on, it’ll relax you.” He picked up a brush, turning her to face the mirrored wall and began to brush her hair in long sweeps.

  This, she imagined, would be the first in a long string of humiliations she’d have to endure. Too shamed-faced to protest, Sabine withstood his ministrations in silence.

  The rhythmic strokes against her scalp soon eased her agitation. She relaxed enough to close her eyes.

  The ambient heat from Drew’s body infiltrated her musings. She gravitated toward it, until her back brushed against his torso.

  He put aside his tools. Drew brushed the damp veil of her hair from her back and bared the nape of her neck. He kissed the sensitive area. The gentleness of the caress shook her. Sabine stood before him, her head bent, feeling utterly vulnerable.

  If that wasn’t a gesture of submission, she didn’t know what was. Sabine waited for Drew to clamp his teeth into her flesh and take what she unconsciously offered. The pads of his thumbs kneaded the tension-knotted muscles in her shoulders until they began to ease.

  He ran his fingers from her shoulders down the length of her arms, gentle as a puff of air. A shiver of pleasure skittered down her spine. There had been very little gentleness in her life, and to receive it from a man who by his own words was a hard man was even more evocative.

  Sabine lifted her head and their eyes met in the mirror. His gaze held full understanding of what was emerging between them. Hers was clouded with uncertainty.

  Drew slid his hand down her torso to her belly. The weight of his palm stopped the nervous quivers.

  “Will you let me pleasure you?” The husky question was full of hunger.

  How could she deny him or herself when she shared the same yearning?

  The warm bulk of his body pressed against hers, awakening a need in her, one she had to fulfill. The wolf in her fought to give in to the primal need to mate. She understood her body’s wants, but her pride wouldn’t allow her to bend.

  “I’m not sure. I’m ready but…”

  “Relax Sabine. You’re so tense. I won’t mark you. I won’t do anything without your full consent.” Drew scooped her up and stalked into his bedroom. “Consider this a step in getting more attuned each other, as mates should be.”

  “And you think sex will accomplish that?” She squirmed in his arms, but not with discomfort. He made her feel feminine, delicate.

  His lips twitched. “Well, it couldn’t hurt.” Drew settled her in the middle of the vast expanse of the bed and lay on her, pinning her beneath him. The silky smoothness of the bedding against her back contrasted to the hair-roughened hardness of his body.

  Sabine’s taut, aching nipples pressed against his chest. The bulk of his penis rested in the juncture between her thighs. Hell’s bells, he was huge. It twitched with a life of its own. With a gulp, she closed her eyes, excited and apprehensive all at once.

  “Now I’m absolutely sure I’m not ready for this.” The denial came out in a tortured whisper.

  “Yes, you are. I’m still the same man you embraced earlier when Jules pricked your pride, and whom you staked your claim on as your mate. Take some pride in being my mate, Sabine. Let me put my spoor on you. Give me that at least, since you won’t let me put my mark on you.” A teasing grin tugged at his lips. “They might think I’ve lost interest in sex and I can’t mount my mate.” He chuckled down into her face when she glared up at him. “There is no place for pride in our bedroom. You can’t ignore the attraction between us.” He leaned down and captured her mouth with his.

  Drew slid his tongue over the soft tissues of her inner lip, caught the tip of her tongue and suckled it with the greed of a cub at a milk-filled nipple.

  She slipped her tongue from the sweet seductive suction of his mouth. “You…” Sabine floundered as the remnants of her resistance dissolved when he nipped the curve of her jaw line. His canines grazed her delicate flesh. A deep growl rumbled up from his chest. There was nothing remotely human in the sound.

  Possessive and primal.

  It was a call to mate, and the she-wolf in her preened and her legs spread involuntarily, inviting him to take her. The bouquet of her fragrance filled the room. It was all hers, calling to him. Drew’s body tensed above her, and the teasing grin slid from his face.

  Racked by a shudder, Sabine moaned, “Go ahead—do it and get it over with.”

  Drew’s brows flew up, then his eyes narrowed with irritation for a moment before they cleared away to leave an expression that made her a little wary.

  He slid a little way down her body, took her hand in his and bit each fingertip. Every nip a reprimand, yet it sent spirals of pleasure up her arm and through her body.

  Drew’s face was on the same level with her breasts; he cradled one mound in his hand and laved the crinkled area around her nipple with a worshipful fervor. He used his teeth and mouth to nip and suckle the pressure into a delicious tugging ache.

  Sabine moved her legs up to hug his hips and she curved her hand around his head to hold him in place. She’d never felt anything like this. Her body was on fire. The sweet suction he used to pull on the nub telegraphed down to her clitoris. Sabine arched off the bed to rub her mound against his groin, an achy need spreading through her, melting any residual resistance.

  Drew released her nipple and cool air wafted over the damp bud in a whisper of a caress. Bereft at the loss of the tugging heat of his mouth on her, Sabine reached for Drew to get him to resume his suckling.

  Drew’s clever mouth landed on her nipples again to stoke the fire he’d ignited in her pussy. He captured her hands and held them over her head, kissed the full curve of her breast and nuzzled the underside of it. She heard him inhale sharply; dragging in the scent of her.

  Releasing her wrists, he feverishly kissed his way down her torso, rubbing his face into her belly. His trembling hands slid down her body, molding her curves as if he mapped them.

  Burying his face in the hair on her mound, Drew slid his hands under her hips, lifted her and slipped a pillow under them. With her pelvis elevated, her thighs splayed and the lips of her vagina parted. Because of her position, she was his for the taking.

  The moment had come. He was going to mount her. Finally.

  S
he glanced down and swallowed.

  His cock, hugely erect, swung heavily between his straining thighs. The ruddy crown seeped pre-cum. Its scent caused the tissues in her channel to pulse with a little apprehension and a lot of anticipation.

  Sabine let out a soft gasp when Drew slung her legs over his shoulders and raked his teeth over the delicate skin on her inner thigh. The sting caused a gush of fluid to trickle from her sheath into the damp seam between her buttocks. The feather-light incremental dribble caressed the clenched muscles there, eliciting a moan from her.

  She levered herself up onto her elbows. “What are you doing? I thought we were going to consummate our mating?”

  Drew lifted his head and a wickedly carnal grin spread across his face. It was as if he knew this wonderful secret she had no knowledge of, but would soon learn all about.

  “Oh, there is sex, Sabine, and then there is sex.” He blew warm air over her clitoris.

  The act drew a mewl from her, and she writhed with restless need on the silky bed. “Oh, that’s nice.”

  Chuckling, he dipped his head and pressed a kiss on the sparse platinum hair on her mons. Then he speared his tongue into her slit. This delicious invasion hit her like static electricity.

  Sabine’s fingers curled into the linen beneath her.

  Drew caught her labial folds between his lips and licked them. The nerve endings in her cleft sizzled and snapped. Her clit grew full with blood and ached for attention.

  The scent she exuded changed subtlety from a lure to the aroma of full arousal. Sabine couldn’t deny how he made her feel. There was no turning back now, and she embraced her fate.

  “Pleaaase more…” The plea slipped out between her harried pants. His thick tongue flicked over her pearl, and Sabine heaved her hips up and down against his greedy mouth.

  “You like that? Let’s see if we can do better.” The words mumbled against her groin sent vibrations rippling through her responsive vagina.

  “Take me, take me now,” she demanded, wanting what he promised, what she was entitled to.

  “Babe, you have to learn a few things. Lesson number one. You should lie back and enjoy. Some things shouldn’t be rushed.” He cradled her derrière, spreading her wider to control her writhing hips.

  A spear of flesh plunged into her untried sheath. Small jolts of bliss skittered up from Sabine’s cleft and spread through the rest of her body.

  Drew stroked and lapped her inner tissues with an agile skill and an intuitive sensitivity. Sabine ground her slit against his voracious mouth with a tortured mewl, and he greedily suckled on her.

  No matter how much she thrashed about, he wouldn’t allow her to break the connection between her spasming flesh and his mouth.

  Goose bumps popped up on Sabine’s skin, her breasts grew heavy, and a coiled pressure began to build in her belly.

  Needing to touch Drew, she threaded her fingers into his hair.

  Drew curled his tongue around her clitoris and eased a finger into her sheath, followed by another. Probing and petting, he worked them in and out of her. Sabine rocked her hips back and forth in unison with them to ease her aching flesh.

  He brought her closer and closer to completion. She bucked and heaved under his sensual onslaught. When he palpated a spot high up inside her, she exploded into starbursts of bliss. Her body was racked by a seemingly never-ending series of tremors. Sabine screamed her first release under her mate’s hands.

  She slumped back onto the bed. Her pants echoed harshly through the room. She looked down at Drew. She’d assumed she’d see an I-told-you-so look on his face, but what she saw froze her where she lay.

  He wanted her. The hunger she saw in his gaze couldn’t be feigned. Streaks of gold revealed the feral lusty were within, and it was all for her. Here they were together, two healthy animals in their prime, very much alive and aroused.

  Drew pulled himself up beside her, took her hands in his, and wrapped them around his cock.

  “Feel me, know me.” His request was delivered in a low growl of demand.

  Sabine inhaled sharply as his fangs descended, the darkening shadow of his whiskers became more apparent, his eyes feral and all were.

  Drew flung back his head, teeth gritted. A body-racking shudder took hold of him. He shook his head and his eyes cleared. The man was back in control.

  Curious, she obeyed his command, slid her hands up and down the hard sleekness, exploring him. Satiny smooth and rigid, she marveled at the evidence of his desire for her. Drew shuddered under her touch.

  None of the anatomy diagrams she’d studied had prepared her for the warm, throbbing appendage she held. She caressed him, captivated by the network of ridges the blood-filled veins created over the shaft.

  Sabine dipped her fingertip into the indentation. His cock pulsed against her palm. Startled, she tried to release him, but he clamped his hands over hers.

  He guided her hand over the glistening knob to gather the translucent fluid seeping from the tiny slit carved in the bulbous crown.

  Drew grunted and showed her how to use the slick viscous sap to ease his cock through the circle of her palms in a slow easy motion. Until she caught the rhythm, he pumped his hips in a smooth motion. Sabine stroked and squeezed his shaft hoping to give Drew a fraction of the pleasure he’d given her.

  Holding the proof of her mate’s virility in her hands, the sated languorousness of her body dissipated. She wanted his rigid shaft inside her.

  “Mount me now.”

  Drew shuddered. “I can’t. I’ll hurt you.” His words were barely decipherable.

  The satiny shaft hardened and grew, under her petting.

  The muscles in Drew’s jaw bunched and his expression turned savage. “Yes,” he gritted out.

  Drew let out a guttural grunt and buried his face in the crook of her neck.

  “Sabine!” Drew’s shout rang out in her ears.

  Liquid spurted through her fingers and over her belly and torso.

  He clasped her behind the head and dragged her mouth to his. Hot and ravenous, she met him, fully accepting.

  “We didn’t…?” The question hung in the air.

  “No we didn’t, but I think we pleasured each other enough for tonight.” He slid off the bed and padded to the bathroom.

  “I’m ready,” she protested. She’d lain splayed out in front of him, open for his taking. Why didn’t he consummate their union? The man was an enigma.

  “Are we going to argue about this too?” He turned to face her. To her surprise, he was stiffly erect again, his eyes blazing down at her with lust.

  She squirmed under his heated scrutiny. The man had turned into a bag of annoying contradictions. He obviously desired her, so why didn’t he take her?

  “I’m not an animal, and as much as I want to sink my cock inside you, I was barely able to fit two fingers into you. It’s been a little while since I’ve been with a woman. If I’d taken you now, I’d do some damage to you.” He shot her a grin. “Now that we’ve taken the edge off my hunger for you, we can rest a bit. Later, I’ll have the patience to enter you at a pace, which will give you the least pain. If that’s all right with you?” He quirked a questioning brow at her.

  She gave him a jerky nod. What choice did she have?

  For Heaven’s sake, she practically begged the man to fuck her. If this was an example of how she’d lose herself with him, she was in big trouble. Maybe once she really mated with him, he wouldn’t affect her so much. Familiarity would take care of this awkward heated neediness, she told herself. The pragmatist in her didn’t believe that one bit.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Aimee woke up rampantly aroused. She needed Micah to relieve the heaviness in her pelvis and the painful fullness in her cleft. She was twitchy with a desire that was deeper than mere lust. Her drive to procreate was as crucial as taking her next breath. Micah’s timing was perfect. Her breeding cycle was upon her, and not a moment too soon.

  Prioritize, girl. Sh
e had to get in touch with Drew to let him know she was safe. She slid her legs off the narrow bunk, and set her feet on the floor. The gentle rocking motion of the boat made her stumble. Aimee braced her legs apart and walked gingerly toward the door. It swung open and Micah stepped through it, carrying a plate in one hand and a mug in the other. His eyes lit up when they met hers.

  Micah’s nose flared, and his body tensed with arousal. “Oh, hell.” He dropped the plate and cup down on the small table bolted to the floor. He fished out a phone from the pocket of his jeans. “Here, we need to make arrangements for your brother to come and get you.”

  Aimee’s stomach heaved. She felt like she’d driven over a bump in the road much too fast. “Get me? I’m not leaving you.”

  He reached to take hold of her shoulders, but dropped his hands and took a step back from her. Oh, crap. Was this going to be one of those ‘It was great, babe. I’ll call you soon’ situations?

  He shut his eyes and let out a heavy sigh. “Do you think I want to send you away? I had no right to touch you, taint you with what I am.”

  Perplexed, she had to ask, “What are you talking about?”

  Micah shrugged off her question. “Never mind—it’s not important.”

  “Not important! You can’t say something like that and not explain what you mean.”

  He pressed his fingers to her lips. “Forget it, please. Listen, if anything happens to me you’ll be up for grabs again. I have two death sentences hanging over my head. You need to get as far away from me as possible.”

  Her eyes and her nose pricked, but she blinked back her tears. “Justice’s mate is my best friend, so he’ll listen to me.”

  Micah shook his head. “Ambervane can’t facilitate a reprieve for the Redmavens as long as Bardo is our alpha. The odds are stacked against them even listening to me because I belong to the banished pack that stole you.”