I felt more than heard the remaining males leave this first area of the ceremonial grounds. It was done. This male, whoever he was, had been given the right to try to claim me. I could refuse him, as Alana had said another had done, but how could I resist? If I almost came from a kiss, what would I do, how would I submit when he put his hands on my body? I ached for him to do so. Needed it. I didn’t want to resist.
For the next few hours I'd be alone, naked under the stars with this male as he used every skill and trick he had to seduce me into accepting him. I didn’t think he’d need to resort to trickery. I was like putty in his hands. Hot, eager putty. The chill night air would offer no help, as we were both more than human and the cold would have no effect on either of us. Instead, the night would actually assist the male's cause, calling to my wild nature. At least that was what Alana had told me. I would want to be claimed out in the open air, beneath the full moon. It seemed a little flaky at the time, but now, it was all too true.
Human men hadn’t satisfied my physical needs and because of it, there had been no risk to my heart or soul. Now I knew why I’d never been interested in anyone from high school, or any of the guys from home. He wasn’t there. He wasn’t the one for me. Unless…
No. This male couldn’t be Robbie. I’d denied him for so long, I couldn’t all of a sudden crave him. The heat was strong, but not like this. No. I had no idea who this male was, but it wasn’t him.
But was it Kade? How could I feel everything for Kade only a few hours ago and even more for this male? Whoever he was would take nothing less than total surrender, and if I gave that to him, my heart would go with it.
He still held me, palm wrapped around my neck in a display of total dominance. He could break my neck with a flick of his wrist, but his thumb traced my jawline with a feather soft touch instead. I could somehow feel his eyes inspecting his prize, assessing me in a new light now that he had the right to touch me, to make me come. To do whatever he wished with me.
When the last spectator had gone onto the next claiming and the clearing absolutely silent except for the whisper of the wind through the leaves overhead, I turned my face back to him with an apology.
"I'm sorry. I can't be yours."
He leaned in until his lips brushed my ear and whispered so softly I barely heard him. No, my wolf heard him. "We'll see."
I gasped. A male wasn’t allowed to speak. That’s what I’d been told, that speaking was a clear violation of the rules, but this male didn't seem to care. His hands roamed from my neck to my shoulders, over my collarbones and lower to slide over the tops of my breasts through the robe. Much to my delight and disappointment, they didn't linger but continued down to my bound hands. It was as if he was feeling what he’d had his eyes on. A tactile inspection and I had to wonder if he found me worthy.
He wrapped his hands around mine—they seemed so big—and pulled me carefully to my feet, then lifted me into his arms and carried me like a groom carrying a bride over the threshold. Such a quaint human custom, but still, I felt my cheeks flush as he settled me on the feather filled mat used for the true claiming and laid me down. No sooner were my shoulders on the soft surface than he pulled my bound hands over my head and secured them to the post placed there for that very purpose. Now my chest thrust up at him like a wanton offering, the robe parting and I knew he could see the inside curves of my breasts and even my pussy. My hands were restrained above my head and I was completely at his mercy. I couldn’t cover myself, couldn’t do anything but submit. The thought wasn’t nearly as upsetting as it should’ve been. The more time that passed, the more I wanted to give myself to him.
He laid down beside me, running his fingers up and down the gap in the front of my gown. Rough fingertips grazed my skin, lingered and explored the softness of my flesh from my neck to the valley of my breasts, over the soft planes of my stomach to the top of my pussy, then back up. Nothing more, just up and down, back and forth. Playing. Learning. Watching. I lay panting and helpless as he built a slow fire I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to extinguish. Sweat bloomed on my skin.
Then he whispered again. "Who is this male you pine for?" He lowered his head and placed a soft, chaste kiss on my hard nipple. I gasped. I couldn’t help it, for I’d never had someone do that before. It felt so good and I arched my back toward him, wanting more.
"And why is he not here to claim your perfection for his own?"
Shaking my head, I remained silent. There was no good answer to that question. I would not bare my soul to this male and confess my faults. I turned my head to the side, away from him, despite the fact that it bared the side of my neck like a sacred offering, an offering he didn’t hesitate to accept. With a low rumble, he nuzzled my neck with his nose and lips, nibbled his way to my collarbone and teased me with little nips of his teeth. His heat covered me as he threw one leg over my thigh, his knee between my legs to hold me in place, to tug me wider and more open for his touch. Not that I could go anywhere. I tugged at the bindings about my wrist to confirm this.
Alana said the alpha’s daughter had resisted her suitor for an entire night? Good God, the woman had to have a will of iron.
The hard length of his cock pressed into my hip through his pants. He was so big and I had to wonder if he’d fit. Would it hurt? Surely, something of that size would rip me in two. But my train of thought veered away from worry when his hand massaged my breast with a firm touch. His thumb brushed over my wet nipple and the action left me breathless. My body ached for this man’s touch, my wet pussy clenched, needed to be filled and my entire body arched beneath him in invitation.
“Please,” I whispered. I bit my lip. I shouldn’t have responded. I knew it in my head, but my heart and my body refused to listen to my mind. The wolf was in control now, and the thinking part of me was rapidly losing ground. The fierce desire to submit filled me and I knew it was a lost cause as his mouth trailed kisses over my jaw and hovered at the corner of my mouth.
“Tell me,” he said, but I didn’t know what. “Who owns your heart?”
Everywhere his body touched mine, heat flared between us and soaked into my muscles. Fire filled my veins and I longed to rub against him, to explore every inch of huge, hard, muscular male. I fought the bonds, fought his body’s pressing hold. I was becoming wild with need. He knew just how to build it, a little at a time so as not to scare me. No one had ever made her feel like this. No one. Well, no one but Kade.
This was just sex. Pure lust. I had to resist or I could be stuck with a male who lit my body on fire but left my heart cold.
He kissed me then, a long leisurely exploration of my mouth with his tongue. He had all night to taste and explore, to seduce me. And he was doing a pretty good job of it. He was really, really difficult to resist. Everything he did, everywhere he touched, how soft, hard, gentle, persuasive, I liked. No, I loved. I moaned in response, my body on fire for his touch. I had to stop.
“Tell me,” he repeated.
“Kade. I want Kade.” I managed to whisper against his lips, between kisses that were stealing my soul piece by piece, weakening every bit of my resistance. Was that what he’d wanted from me? “I will only give my virginity to him.”
The male stopped his sensual assault and I felt his warm breath fan my neck as he growled. I shivered from the possessive sound. He whispered once more against my ear.
“You are untouched?”
I nodded my head.
“Do you love him?”
Heart racing in my chest like a frightened bird’s, I debated. Should I tell this male the truth? If I succumbed, and he claimed me, would he seek Kade out in challenge? He would have the right to do so and to kill Kade if he so much as spoke to me after the claiming. But what if he let me go? What if he released me from the ritual?
He must have sensed my thoughts. “I give you my word I will not challenge him if you tell me the truth.” His hand slid down over my stomach in a slow sensual glide. “I want to know who you want…here
, filling you for the first time and making you come.”
As he spoke, he slid two long fingers into my tight pussy and I gasped at the extreme pleasure as he slowly moved them in and out in a hot, very wet glide. I was tight and I felt a twinge of pain, but I loved it. I ached for his touch, but his fingers wouldn’t do. No, I wanted more. I wanted his hot body to cover mine, to wrap my legs around his hips and surge against him as he buried his cock inside me, making me truly his. Not as a wolf claiming his mate, but as a man took a woman. Stretched her open, felt her tight heat adjust to his cock, to know he was the only one to have ever been there. To know she belonged solely to him. Either way, man or wolf, I wanted to be fucked without mercy until I screamed my release.
I wasn’t a shy virgin. I just hadn’t given myself to anyone because it had never been like this. When a cock filled me for the first time, I wasn’t going to be passive. No, I was going to come. Hard.
Game over. Trembling with need, I acknowledged the truth and my very obvious weakness. I wouldn’t be able to resist this man. This wolf. He was heat and fire to my cold heart, and if he didn’t stop voluntarily, I would succumb. I couldn’t lie to myself. The truth was the only thing that might stop him from claiming me. Perhaps he was a worthy male, a man and wolf I could grow to love as well as lust after, but only if I knew for certain Kade didn’t want me.
“Kade. Yes. My heart is his. I know it’s crazy, but yes, I love him. Please let me go.”
The male froze into a solid block of ice above me, stopped breathing for several seconds, then growled a protest into my ear. “Did he tell you he wanted to claim you?”
“Yes.”
“Has he touched you, or kissed you, or done this?” His mouth latched onto my nipple through the sheer fabric of my robe as he resumed fucking me with his fingers in a firm, take-no-prisoners assault on my clit and core.
Chapter Seven
Lily
“No. There was no time. We’ve barely had time together, but I know. I can’t deny how I respond to you, but I want him.” My hips bucked beneath his skilled touch, needing more. Harder. Faster. Bigger. Heaven help me, I wanted his cock stretching me, pounding into me as he fucked me senseless. A single tear slipped from the corner of my eye and was instantly absorbed into the black silk still covering my eyes. “Please, if you don’t stop I will betray the man I love.”
“I smell your tears, Lily.” His touch gentled as he slid from me, his fingers sliding over the wet folds of my pussy as if learning my contours. With a raspy voice, as if he were teetering on the very edge of losing control, his murmured, “You truly love him? Even though, as you say, you’ve barely had time together?”
I nodded my head, licked my lips. “Yes. I do.” I turned my head away from his kiss and spoke the truth. “If you claim me tonight, if you take what doesn’t belong to you, I can never truly be yours. I’m so sorry. I was stupid. I didn’t tell him how I felt when I had the chance and now I have caused both of us pain. I don’t know why I can’t seem to resist your touch, but my heart can never be yours.”
He kissed me softly, reverently on the stomach and spoke to me with a man’s voice, a voice he no longer tried to hide with barely whispered words and the cadence of a stranger. “I told you no one else would touch you, Lily. You’re mind and I’m yours. Forever.”
Shock rippled through me in waves and I stilled, like a rabbit caught in a predator’s sight, assessing the danger. Kade? Was I hearing things? Were my senses so clouded with lust that my own body would trick me? Lust cooled to ice as I considered the possibility, then roared back with twice the heat. I tugged at the bonds above me, gathering my will to shred them, to break free and rip the silk from my eyes. I needed to see…
“Kade?”
“Hush.” His hand slid up the bare length of my arm in a tender caress and stilled my hands, relaxed the storm gathering in my muscles. “Yes, it’s me.”
Heart racing triple speed, I still didn’t trust my traitorous body. I was too hot, too out of control, to believe my senses. “Prove it.”
He nibbled at my lips as he answered. “You came to me from your dorm room, like an angel, your white nightgown billowing around you. You were mine then and you are mine now. I knew it the first time I touched you wearing that pink sundress on the side of the road.”
It was him, and this time, when I said his name, it was filled with relief, happiness and desperation. It was him, he was here with me, over me.
With one swift thrust, his fingers were back inside me as his palm rubbed my clit and his tongue plunged in and out of my mouth in a matching rhythm. His name left my lips again, this time as a moan and I came apart in his arms, pushed to climax now that I knew who held me, who touched me and demanded surrender.
My soft cry was captured by his lips as he pumped his fingers in and out of my wet pussy, pushing me over the edge once again. Shaking all over, I whimpered in protest when his fingers left me empty and pulsing with the need to be filled completely. I needed more. I needed to be claimed.
His kiss traveled lower, to my breasts. He suckled one nipple then the other, tormenting me with pleasure until I bucked and writhed beneath him.
“Kade, please.”
Hot and wet, his tongue slid down to tease the sensitive skin around my navel, then the jutting curve of my hip. He pulled the soft gown to my sides, baring me completely from the neck down. “Do you want me, Lily?”
“How can you ask that? I’ve been begging.”
“But you are a virgin. You wish to not only be claimed by me, but give me that precious gift?”
His words slid over me reverently, just like the tips of his fingers, the soft feel of his lips.
“Yes!” I twisted, once again testing the bonds, sensing I could break it if I gathered my strength. I wanted my hands in his hair. I needed to feel the strength of his shoulders and the angles of his back when he filled me, when he stretched me wide, pounded into my eager flesh for the first time and claimed me forever. “I want to touch you.”
“Not yet.” His hands pushed my knees wide and I knew he knelt between them with a clear view of my pussy. The cold night air blew across the sensitive area, emphasizing just how open and exposed I was to him. He could see all of me. Hear me, feel me.
“You are so fucking beautiful.” The hand resting on the inside of my right knee glided smoothly up my inner thigh to explore me gently. I didn’t want gentle. I needed more, I needed to be fucked, to know I belonged to him, to feel him dominate me, to fill me with his cock and make me his.
“Please.”
“Say my name.” He slowly stretched me, three fingers this time, as if to prepare me for his cock, while the thumb of his opposite hand pressed against my throbbing clit.
“Kade.” I shifted beneath his touch, straining to take more of him, to feel more.
“Say it again.” He pulsed in and out of me, stronger this time, his fingertips bumping the very tip of my womb. And he was hot, so hot. The heat his body generated extended several feet like a bonfire. It melted my resistance, bathed me in his lust.
“Kade. Please.” The growl in my voice surprised me, but I didn’t have to hold myself in check, didn’t need to worry about taming the wild side of my desire with him. Instead, I released the passion from the deep, dark place I’d always been afraid to touch. I stopped fighting and let him see into my very soul as I begged him over and over to take me, to fuck me, to make me come.
With a growl, he lowered his head to my pussy and laved there, devoured and tasted me with his tongue and mouth until I shattered again, sobbing his name, spinning higher and higher until I was no longer in control. I was mindless hunger and pure animal lust. Nothing would satisfy me but his cock buried to the balls, pounding into my pussy as hard and fast as he could go, filling me with his seed and claiming me as his once and for all.
With a scream, I tore my hands free of the binding above my head, ripped off my blindfold and buried them in his hair, locking him to my pussy as his
tongue stabbed deep and his growl vibrated against my clit like a vibrator set on high.
Another orgasm crashed through me, driving me to madness. I needed him inside me. Now.
I knew my eyes had gone animal as inhuman strength flooded my limbs and I lunged forward, stretching him out and tackling him beneath me on the mat. My victory was short lived, as he immediately wrapped me in his arms and rolled on top of me once again. His hard cock pressed against the entrance to my pussy and I bucked beneath him, desperate.
In response, he slid his length up and down my wet entrance, teasing us both.
“Say my name.” One more demand, but his voice was hoarse with need, with the effort it cost him to stay in control. I didn’t want him in control, I wanted him wild.
“Kade.”
“I’m claiming you, Lily. Your virginity, your heart. Your soul.”
“Yes,” I breathed, arching my hips for him.
With one smooth thrust he entered me, stretched me, filled me so full I was afraid I’d explode with pleasure. My inner walls rippled around him, adjusting. He was so big, so much longer and thicker than his fingers. Hot, yet hard like a steel beam. I gasped at the intrusion, shifted my hips to take him deeper, until his body trembled above my own.
He held himself still only briefly, kissing my temple and ensuring I was all right. But all at once his wolf took over. He held nothing back as he filled me and withdrew, a human piston moving in and out of my wet heat. The sound of our fucking filled the air, mixed with my cries of pleasure, his growl of possession. I opened my legs wider and ground my hips against his body, meeting every thrust with a demand of my own. Our fingers entwined and he trapped my hands in his grasp on either side of my head, lowered his mouth to kiss me as his body plunged into mine over and over.
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