by Stone, Piper
A werewolf, a person who changes into half man, half wolf normally during a full moon.
I blinked several times, hissing under my breath before shifting to another screen. I could see exactly what she was talking about with the bruising on the back of Mr. Beals’ neck. While the markings could be a clear indication of a handprint, the ragged tears indicated...
Claws.
Another shiver trickled down my spine.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
This time, the loud noise was enough so the wineglass went down, shattering in dozens of pieces. I hissed as I yanked for the files, slicing my hand with a shard in the process. “Damn it!” No one came to my door unannounced. The truth was that other than a select group of people, no one knew where I lived. I preferred my privacy and I’d learned a long time ago that my profession kept me in harm’s way.
I tossed the files to the side, clenching my fists as a trickle of blood oozed down my hand. Only after yanking the Beretta into my hands did I head toward the front door, my breath ragged as I glanced through the peephole.
Max.
“What are you doing here?” I turned on the light, shrinking away from the door. What in the hell was I afraid of?
“I needed to see you. Please let me in, Kathleen.”
I heard the change in his tone. Gone was the arrogant, self-possessed man from before. He had actual concern in his voice. Something must have happened. I unlocked the door, realizing the moment I opened it that my hand was half covered in blood, remnants now clinging to my front door.
His gaze immediately fell to the discoloration and within seconds, he’d pushed his way in, slamming the door behind him. When he yanked me closer, cupping the side of my face, I remained in shock at his chivalrous actions.
“What happened? Did someone hurt you?” he demanded, his fingers digging into my skin.
“Whoa,” I huffed, doing everything I could to push back from him. “I’m fine and it was an accident. You can let me go.” Even though I was holding my weapon, seeing the Glock positioned in a well-worn sidearm holster under his arm gave me the chills.
“The blood.” While he took a step away, he took my hand into his, examining the cut then turning his hard glare toward my weapon. “It’s deep. Where’s your kitchen?”
“Um...” I glanced at the clean slice, shocked to see there was still a sliver of glass imbedded in one of my fingers.
“Where. Is. Your. Kitchen?” his voice boomed as his eyes darted back and forth across my face. “The piece of glass is just about to cut through an artery. I don’t think you’d like to see that happening.”
“Around the corner.” I finagled until I was able to shove the gun back into my jeans, loathing the fact he was forced to help me in any manner. “I’m sure it’s fine.”
He didn’t bother turning on a light before moving directly to the sink, jerking the water faucet. “Just stay still.”
I studied him as he addressed the cut, picking away at the glass with his fingers.
In the dark.
I could swear his eyes were almost luminescent, glowing in the dark. Just like they had before. “Ouch!”
“Almost. Just stay still!” he commanded, throwing me a look that I knew was stern.
“Yes, sir.”
My words brought a slight chuckle. When he seemed satisfied, he grabbed one of my kitchen towels, wrapping it around my hand. “I think you’ll be fine, although if you have some antiseptic, that would be good to use.”
“Fine.” I reached around him, turning on the light over the sink. There was such intensity in him, such an incredible energy and there was no doubt he’d been worried about me. “Honestly, nothing happened.”
“Good.” He took several deep breaths before slamming his hands on the counter. “You just had to ignore my request. Didn’t you?”
“I... Look, I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself. You should know that.” I took a deep breath, realizing instantly that he was wearing the most seductive cologne. Every part of me tingled at the realization. Was he trying to seduce me again? I bit my lower lip as a stupid moan threatened to give me away.
“You’re...”
God, the man was demanding in every manner. “Just say it, Max. Whatever you think of me, just tell me. Trust me, I can take it.”
I took a step away, cognizant that his cologne was far too intoxicating. Everything about this man was overpowering, yet in such a desirable manner. I was almost breathless, my nipples aroused and aching. He ran his hands through his hair and the move seemed so damn intimate, forcing me to gaze up and down the length of his body. Damn, he looked good tonight dressed in all black, the tight jeans highlighting exactly why God made man in the first place.
“Infuriating. Pushy. Spiteful.” He hesitated, shaking his head. “Intoxicating. You need to learn to trust me, Kathleen. The last thing I want to happen is for anyone to hurt you.”
“I... I need to be able to trust you, Max. I want that more than anything, but you have to trust me as well.”
He shot me a look, his lower lip curling. “I trust you with my life. You mean more to me than you can understand.”
I had no idea what to say, no concept of how to feel, but I knew in my gut that some force of nature had put us together. And something horrible was trying to force us apart. My entire mind swirled with endless possibilities and none of them seemed plausible or realistic.
His voice dripped of innuendos, the same as it had been from the moment we met. I could no longer deny our attraction or its explosive nature, but I wasn’t ready to surrender to anyone.
“Trust is difficult for me,” I managed.
He turned quickly, his chest rising and falling. With very deliberate intentions, he unsnapped his holster, removing the harness and placing on the counter. He walked toward me, sliding the weapon from behind my back. His eyes never left mine as he checked the ammo then secured the safety, placing the gun beside his.
I was shocked as shit when he yanked out the kitchen chair, plopping down. There was no further discussion as he took my unhurt hand, yanking me over his lap.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I demanded, huffing and struggling to get off his lap.
“Giving you exactly what you deserve. One. Hard. Spanking. You need discipline every day.”
“I will kick your ass.” He had to be joking.
“You can certainly try. You’re going to learn that placing yourself in danger isn’t in your best interest.”
As his hand came down hard and fast, I was shocked how much the spanking hurt through the dense fabric of my jeans. “That hurts. Stop!”
“Not until you learn your lesson,” Max huffed. He refused to stop, smacking me in raw and heated actions.
My breath was taken away, my mind full of utter confusion. Why did he care about me so intently? The moment I kicked out involuntarily once again, he wrapped his muscular leg around mine, keeping me in place.
There was no getting away from him.
Not now.
Not... ever.
I cinched my eyes shut, digging my nails into the cheap tile floor, biting back moans that had nothing to do with pain. I was fully aroused, my skin tingling from the vibrant hum of jolts of electricity. The dazzling sensations were as if I was on fire, consumed by the flames. As I finally lay limp, merely concentrating on the wild beating of my heart, visions floated into my mind.
The same ones from before, being taken and used over and over again.
His breathing was just as ragged as mine and the way his cock throbbed in his skintight jeans was far too enticing. We were both on the edge of losing it and I knew neither one of us cared.
Max administered six more, each one harder than the one before and I was barely cognizant that he’d eased me onto his lap. He brushed just the tips of his fingers across my heated skin, moving them ever so slowly down the length of my neck. “I was worried.”
“As I told you, I’m fine.” I struggled to open my ey
es, the vibrations from his touch pure bliss.
“You’re not a good liar,” he murmured before crushing his mouth over mine. He slid his hand to the back of my neck, digging his nails into my skin as the kiss became a passionate roar of insatiable need and burning desire.
Everything about this man was uncontrollable, as if he would always push every boundary. I fisted his shirt with one hand, clawing at his skin with the other. Our tongues entwined, the wildness of the moment forcing our teeth to gnash together. The moans I issued were almost unrecognizable, matching the pitch of his savage growls.
He pushed me onto my feet, still holding me in place, towering over me. I’d never felt so safe or warm and when I wrapped one leg around his, all I could think about was having his cock thrusting hard and fast.
I ripped at his shirt as he sucked on my tongue. I was more desperate to get to him than I’d been before. Within seconds he finally broke the kiss, making animalistic sounds as his fingers easily ripped apart my tee shirt.
I gasped from the action, repeating the move with his shirt, laughing as buttons flew everywhere.
His eyes twinkled, his mouth twisting savagely as he crowded my space, cupping my breasts. As he pinched my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, I struggled to remain standing.
The pain was intense as he twisted my tender tissue, pulling and plucking them brutally. “Oh, God. Oh...” I slapped my hand on top of the counter even as I continued to reach for him, trying desperately to find his belt buckle.
Max dragged me onto my toes as he hunkered over, pushing my breasts together. He whispered hoarse and filthy words before sucking on my nipple, pulling the hardened nub between his teeth. The moment he bit down, stars floated in front of my eyes.
I wrapped my arm around his head, holding on for dear life as I gasped for air. “Yes. Yes!” I could feel my heart racing, the blood pumping vigorously.
Growling, he rubbed his lips across to my other breast, mouthing my skin before sucking on my second bud. The combination of sheer ecstasy and a hint of anguish created tingles shooting all the way up from my toes. As I tugged on his hair, he licked up between the cleft, peppering kisses along my collarbone.
I resumed fumbling to release his belt, my fingers almost numb as I tried to release the thick button and unzip.
He pushed back, taking over and tearing at his clothes, pitching them to the side then dropping to his knees. As he yanked me forward by the edge of my jeans, I was forced to grip the counter, watching him intently as he peeled away the edges of the denim. He blew a swath of hot air across my tummy then tugged the material down my hips, yanking them until they hit the floor. The panties were no match, merely ripped away in pieces.
I almost laughed at the realization I’d need to purchase more.
The moment I was freed of the tight confines, he rolled his hands up along the insides of my legs, spreading them wide open.
I’d never felt so naked in front of a man or so very free. “Oh, my... I...”
“I own every inch of you,” he breathed as he licked along my thigh, creating another wave of excitement. I gathered a scent of my pussy as juice trickled past my swollen folds. Every part of me was wet and hot, anxious to have his mouth and tongue pressed against my clit.
“Yes.”
“You will do what I say,” he mused.
“Uh-huh.” A quick snap of his fingers against my pussy was all I needed as a reminder. “Yes, sir!”
He chuckled darkly before giving me a heated look then swirled the tip of his tongue around my clit in slow and deliberate actions. His massive hands kept me spread wide open. Ready for him, for his use and his playtime.
I swallowed hard, lolling my head as he sucked and licked, driving me almost immediately to a state of nirvana. He was an expert at eating pussy, driving me so close to an orgasm then pulling back.
“Jesus. I...” Everything was jumbled in my mind as the sensations became pricks of lightning shooting through me. I found myself opening my legs even farther, arching my back and falling into a beautiful abyss.
He licked up and down the length of my pussy before burying his face in my warmth, his tongue plunging deep inside.
“Shit!” I gripped his shoulder with one hand, trying desperately to keep from falling. I held my breath until he reared back, smacking my pussy with his fingers once again. I couldn’t imagine this kind of pain would be anything but pure agony, but I was wrong. He was driving me closer to the most incredible climax then pulling back and starting all over again.
I tossed my head from side to side as he thrust two then three fingers inside, flexing them open. The way he sucked on my clit was powerful, stimulating in every manner. The moment he added a fourth finger, I almost lost it.
I sensed he was watching me, studying my every move, determining whether or not I’d been a good enough girl to be allowed to come. I wanted to beg, to plead, but I wasn’t that kind of woman.
Was I?
I couldn’t stop a series of moans floating up from the very depths of my being, the sound bedraggled and raspy.
When he pulled back completely, the cool air was enough to make me cry out. “No! Don’t stop. Please...”
A sly smile crossed his face as he rose to his feet, lifting and pushing me onto the counter. My bottom slid into the sink and as he splayed me out once again, I realized the window blind was open.
“Now, I feast. You will not come until I allow you or trust me, Kathleen. You. Will. Be. Punished.” His gravelly voice was inhuman, his actions like a wild beast as he licked me fervently, growls and husky deep breaths following every swipe of his tongue. He pushed my legs all the way back to the edge of the sink, the angle forcing me to rest my head against the cool glass. This was pure sin, dirty in every manner.
And I loved it.
I could almost envision someone peering in, watching our sinful act and couldn’t help but smile. Let them watch. I closed my eyes once again, trying to keep from climaxing. When I heard a jangling sound, I peered down, shocked to see a wooden spoon in his hand. “What?”
“Shush,” he instructed, twirling the wood several times before using his thumb and forefinger to push aside my pussy lips.
I was thrown when he smacked the wood against my soft pink tissue not once but four times. “Oh. Oh!” I jerked up, my entire body shaking.
He immediately switched his actions, lowering his head and licking in a ravaging fashion.
“Oh. My. God.” He had no way of knowing how close he was driving me to insanity. I shuddered, biting back a high-pitched scream as he repeated the move, leaving me drained and breathless.
“Every hole is mine. Keep your legs wide open for me,” he instructed.
I pushed down on my knees, trying to obey. Trying to be a good girl. Panting, I could no longer focus but the second he shoved his thumb into my asshole, there was no chance I could hold back. The climax rushed up from my toes, skittering along the insides of my thighs before exploding deep within my pussy. “Oh!” The scream was little more than a muffled moan, floating above us.
My lover and the man who required my obedience hissed his displeasure, smacking me several times with the spoon even as he thrust his thumb in and out of my asshole.
I could see the feral look in his eyes as he bent down once again, opening his mouth wide before licking up every drop. No man had ever licked me this way,
Or driven me wild.
Or made me want to beg for more.
When the single orgasm turned into a second, he used his fingers to swirl around my clit before pinching. At the same time, he added a second finger, plunging both in and out of my asshole. I was finally spent, my body jerking from the electricity buzzing like a live wire. I was exhausted, unable to think clearly.
I was given no time to recover, merely pulled to the edge of the counter. After blinking several times, I locked eyes with his, savoring the look of sheer desperate hunger. “You want me?” I whispered.
“Oh, I
will have you.” His upper lip curled as he guided the tip of his cock to my still quivering folds. “As often as I want.” When the tip was inside, he gripped my hips, yanking me forward.
“God. Oh, God.” I wrapped my legs around his hips and rocked with him, tilting back as he plunged in savage motions. The sex was more intense than before, his muscles straining as he fucked me, thrusting in fast and furiously.
I struggled to hold on, kneading his chest with one hand as I kept my back arched, staring out the now foggy glass. In those few moments of wild passion, I could swear I noticed a pair of eyes.
Watching.
Waiting.
Planning.
I snarled, the sound more like an animal than the sated woman I’d become, refusing to buy into the bullshit. There were no such things as vicious creatures, no monsters waiting in the darkness to rip away tender flesh and bone.
He yanked me up until I was straddling him, his hand firmly planted on the back of my neck. As he jutted his hips forward, rocketing hard thrusts inside, he gave me the most intense look.
One of power.
One of possession.
I was amazed at his level of strength as he kept me aloft with ease, plunging into me with wild abandon. There was no perspiration on his brow, no beads of sweat rolling down his face. It was as if he’d been born to do this. To take me. To fuck me.
To own me.
I allowed myself to fall into the place of sweet oblivion, barely aware as he finally walked toward the kitchen table. When he eased me down with tender loving care, he pressed his lips against mine, moving them back and forth. His cock still firmly nestled inside, he held the stance, dragging his tongue across the seam of my mouth several times.
I darted my eyes across his, searching his very soul. I could swear we’d known each other our entire lives, our connection so damn strong. I no longer wanted to question why. I simply wanted more.
Max slid in and out, moving in a rhythmic fashion, taking his time to devour every inch of me. Within seconds, another orgasm threatened to push me into another punishment plateau.
I bit back a moan, clamping down my pussy muscles then releasing, squeezing once again.
