Sabina's Ex-con

by Miranda Bailey

  The wolf pinned her with his bulk. Although she had been expecting to be attacked, Luna felt no teeth sink in to her exposed flesh. She could feel the wolf’s body shake with a deep, throaty growl. “That’s enough Sampson.” A powerful, authoritative voice washed over the clearing. “You know full well I honor a request for asylum. Let the lady up, I believe she is already fully aware of your displeasure.” With a final growl Sampson moved off of her, exposing her naked body to the chilly night air. Luna shivered as she stared at the alpha’s bare feet. She could feel his eyes on her body. Luna didn’t dare look up at his face. She didn’t want any of the pack to think she was making a show of dominance.

  She watched as McKenzie slid a pair of jeans on over his bare feet. “Come inside, she-cat. You can explain to me why you came all this way, into the heart of my territory, without my permission.” Luna took the hand the alpha extended, and allowed him to pull her to her feet. For the first time, Luna looked into the face of the man she had pinned all her hopes upon. The rumors she’d heard of his good looks had not been exaggerations. Rodney McKenzie was the epitome of everything a powerful were male ought to be: well muscled, with chiseled features and deep expressive eyes. Authority rolled off of him in waves. Refusing to be intimidated by him, Luna rolled back her shoulders and tilted her head up. McKenzie quirked a half smile at her show of spirit and turning, walked into the cabin. She followed the alpha into the house, walking as regally as an ancient queen.

  Once they were inside, the alpha threw Luna an old t-shirt, which she snatched out of the air. Not surprisingly, the shirt smelled of him. How like an alpha, Luna thought to herself, to make a claim on a newcomer with his scent. She smoothly pulled on the t-shirt, which fell to her mid thigh. She ran a hand through her ebony hair, trying to bring it back to some semblance of order. Nudity never bothered her, but messiness certainly did. McKenzie watched her ministrations with a look of bland amusement as he sat down on a leather arm chair. “Would you like a brush, she-cat?” He asked chuckling. “No, I’m fine, Alpha.” She said and dropping her hand from her hair, sniffed daintily.

  A few members of the pack had filed in to the cabin after them. They were probably the most senior ranking, Luna thought, judging by their postures. While there were two women in the small group, Luna noted with relief that neither of them took a position next to McKenzie. That meant the pack still had no alpha female. Her information had been correct. Luna waited patiently, until all the pack members had settled around the room, arranging themselves informally around their leader. “My name is Luna Winter; I am a daughter of the line of Nubia.” The alpha’s eyebrow rose in surprise, and from somewhere in the room, one of his subordinates gave an appreciative whistle. Luna had known that would get their attention. The line of Nubia was one of the eldest, rarest, and most coveted were blood lines in existence. They had been named after an Egyptian goddess of knowledge, whom they were all descended from through a matriarchal line. To the best of her knowledge, Luna and her sister Lelani were the last two remaining Nubia females in North America capable of bearing young. Ultimately, that was the cause of their problem.

  “I have come to you ask for your help, Alpha. My sister has been taken against her will. I need your aid, and that of your pack, to rescue her. In exchange for your assistance…” Luna took a breath to steady her nerves, and started again. “In exchange for your assistance, I will submit myself to you, and bear your young.” For a moment the room was utterly silent from shock, and then every pack member was speaking at once. Luna let the noise wash over her. She was only interested in Rodney McKenzie’s reaction. He remained silent, watching her speculatively in his turn.

  Finally the other werewolves simmered down. “This is crazy, Rodney.” The man who sat nearest McKenzie snorted indignantly. “How do we know this feline is telling us the truth? Can she prove any of what she says?”

  “Sampson has a point, she-cat.” The alpha said to her coolly. “Can you prove to us you are who you claim to be?”

  Luna nodded brusquely. She had expected her claims to be met with some disbelief. She walked over to Sampson, and grasped his meaty wrist in one elegant hand. Closing her eyes, Luna allowed her ancestral power to take over. Her mind was filled with knowledge of the man whose wrist she held. She filtered through all of the information for some memory she could use, something a stranger would never know. “When you were eight, you were on a little league baseball team, you played in the outfield. Late in the ninth inning, you made a running catch for a fly ball. You tripped over a gopher hole and broke your right ankle. However, you still managed to catch the ball, and won the game for your team. You refused to let your father take you to the hospital until you had gotten celebratory ice cream with your team. You had chocolate with strawberry sauce.”

  Sampson swore quietly. “I regret my hasty words lady. Rodney, I withdraw my objections.”

  Luna let go of Sampson’s wrist and opened her eyes. The room was spinning around her, using her power in this manner was always draining. Having to use it on a were was even worse. She took a hesitant step towards McKenzie, but her shaky legs couldn’t carry her. In an instant, Luna found herself wrapped in the Alpha’s powerful arms. “The rest of you may leave. Luna and I have much to discuss.” The statement was clearly not a suggestion. The rest of the werewolves quickly filed out of the cabin, and soon the two were alone. McKenzie carefully placed Luna on his couch, and then drew a warm blanket over her. Then he knelt in front of her, so that their heads were even.

  “Why are you here, Luna?” The werewolf asked her quietly. “I realize you need help, but why come to me, specifically? You don’t even know me.” Closing her eyes, so she wouldn’t have to watch his head spin around her, Luna answered. “You are the alpha of a powerful pack. You have the resources I need to help my sister. My contacts tell me you are an honorable man, once you give your word, you don’t go back on a promise.” She paused for a moment and then continued. “Plus you are unmated- you have no young, though pack dynamics will soon require you to have them. I need a sire for my children. I will not allow my lineage to die off.” She opened her eyes and stared into his eyes. “I cannot allow my line to die off. Please, Alpha McKenzie, help me.”

  11

  “Call me Rodney.” He told her. Closing her eyes again, Luna sighed and nodded her head. “Does that mean you are going to help me, Rodney?” she asked him quietly. Instead of answering her, he asked her another question. “Who has your sister?” Luna told him. “Jack Currian took her last night from our house in town.” “The son of James Currian, leader of the Crimson Claw?” he asked quietly. Luna nodded in confirmation, and then sitting up, explained what had happened. “Lelani met him at a local bar. Rumors had been floating around about who we were. Jack got Lelani drunk, and she accidentally showed him what she was. Our power is harder to control when we aren’t sober. A woman of Nubia was too large of a temptation for him. He knew he couldn’t take me, so he waited until I was out hunting. Then he and a few of his cronies took Lelani. He left me a note telling me that he had taken her as his bride, and warned me if I tried anything, his father would come for me.” She shook her head.

  “No wonder you came to me.” Rodney snorted. “James owes me big, and Jack should know better than to try to kidnap a bride this close to my territory. It should take him most of a day to get her back to the claw’s land. More if she fights him, and he won’t claim her until his father sanctions the match.” The werewolf sighed. “You are right though, a mate with that sort of power is hard to turn down or give up. He won’t let her go, unless I can lay down a lot of pressure.” “Pressure you can’t exert on our behalf, unless Lelani is considered under pack law to be family.” Luna confirmed. “If you take me as your mate, then Lelani is your sister in law. She falls under your protection. James Currian won’t risk war between the two packs for one woman, especially when she is being held against her will.”

  Luna continued. “I realize that a lion may not seem like
an ideal mate for an alpha werewolf. If you just give me a chance…” Rodney cut her off. “You’ve made your point, Luna. You’re right- the best way to save your sister is to extend Steel Fang’s protection to her as my sister in law. You’re also correct that I need to take a mate. Sampson and the others have been bothering me about it for months now. I’m not sure a lioness is what they had in mind… but as I said, a woman of Nubia is hard to turn down. If this is what you want, then I swear I will do as you ask. I will take you as my mate, and then make sure your sister is returned safely. Come with me.” He held out his hand to her, and Luna took it. Silently, Rodney led her out of the living room and down the short hall to his bedroom. Luna’s heart was pounding wildly in her chest. He didn’t stop until they were standing in front of his bed. “Are you sure this is what you want?” He asked her. Luna nodded her head, and to make sure he understood, brushed her lips against his. She heard Rodney rumble deep in his throat as her innate magic brushed over him.

  Pressing her tightly against him, Rodney deepened the kiss. Luna relaxed, letting her power flow through her. Rather than trying to forcibly pick out information, she let the Nubia tell her what to do to please him. This was what the power was intended for, what made a woman of her lineage so valued as a mate. She would become his perfect lover, molding her actions and reactions to his needs. In turn she received his passion back through her magical link to him.

  He tried to walk away but she held him back by the arm. Their chests met and he felt like dying. This was empowering to him. She looked him directly in the eyes, all the shyness was gone. She wondered why she never felt like this with anyone before. She was always shy around men and now she understood why she was still single for a long time. She was not letting him go; this was the chance she was waiting for. She moved closer to him seductively. He was trembling as she moved closer to him. He held her by the waist and kissed her lightly on the lips. She tried to hide her fears so he could not see it. He smiled as he looked at her. She leaned on the chair as he removed her clothes.

  “I want to give you something you are not used to first and then give you, what you are used to later.”

  “Bring it on,” Luna said with confidence.

  “Now that you’ve made it this far, why don’t you enjoy yourself,” Luna said as she touched the tip of his cock. There were rooms partitioned inside. She didn’t want to see what his house looked like.

  He moved closer to her as she stood up. He kissed her gently from the neck down to her breasts.

  She threw her head back and began to moan as his tongue twirled over her nipples. One hand massaged her breasts while his mouth sucked and his tongue danced on her nipples. She felt the heat build between her thighs as he played like a maestro.

  She reclined on her elbows and surrendered herself to his appetite. His tongue licked from her breast to stomach. His hands roamed, she couldn’t help but squeal with childish laughter.

  “Sounds like you are having a blast.” she heard him mumble, his face buried in her abdomen. Gentle warmth began to creep across her body. The heat was excellent as she stretched, and then spread her legs while arching her spine slightly. A faint aroma came from her moist vagina.

  “Ooh yeah,” she moaned. She felt his hand go between her legs; she laid back on the desk in anticipation. He let his fingers explore and feel how aroused she was. She felt like someone could walk in on them, it aroused her more. She never expected this to happen. The door was unlocked.

  He wanted her, needed her right now, where she was standing. He longed to thrust into her right against the bedroom wall. He touched her lips with his fingers, she was so responsive. The smell and taste of her drove him crazy. He wanted to do it fast before the ache of his balls would kill him. He took her hand and guided it to his cock; he moved it slowly which made her restless. He had to take advantage of the situation. She was quiet and followed his lead. She thought of what to do next, she was new at this and didn’t want to look like an amateur. She rubbed his balls, stroking them until his breath came out hard. He could smell the scent of sex. “Are you doing okay?” she asked like a virgin.

  “Hell yeah, babe, never better.” He moaned, and she was still not wet like he wanted.

  “Have you ever used a lubricant before?” he asked

  “No, don’t tell me you walk around with one,” she was surprised. She started remembering those porn movies she used to watch with Lelani. She had to apply those techniques with him. She knelt down and grabbed his manhood. She had never sucked a man, he was her first. When he stood up, she was sure of what followed. She had already felt the bulge when he lay on top of her. His chest was large and full and his arms were strong and veins running through them. His manhood was both huge in length and girth. She was overpowered by manhood lust and she grabbed it. She sucked it with mastery, sliding it in and out of her mouth.

  Her tongue tickled the top as her hand touched his balls.

  “I wish I could have you every single day,” he swore as he bit his lower lip. She was in love with his manhood; she took it out of her mouth and examined it. She stroked it across her cheek, kissed the entire length up and down. She sucked him constantly and felt her jaw lock through the effort but she didn’t care.

  He never craved a connection more than he did now. He never expected to feel this pain in his chest that made him want to burst from the emotions inside of him. She went on sucking him gently then fast, savoring each taste of his manhood.

  She needed him to fuck her hard, she thought. She lay back down, opened her legs and wiggled her finger to invite him.

  He ignored the painful and irritating want and cupped her boobs. He was possessive with each caress.

  “Hold on to me.” He coaxed. He helped her stand up. His tongue penetrated her mouth; he kissed her until she was breathless and speechless. She wrapped her hands around his manhood and stroked it gently. His chest was heaving. She felt like a desperate lion going for her prey. She put her mouth against his chest and licked his nipple, his heart went wild and free. He watched her suck his nipple and tried to choke out a curse.

  He wanted to feel her reject his manhood but he thrust inside her anyway. She was afraid of the feeling that was awaiting her. She hadn’t felt a man inside her before, curiosity was driving her crazy. “You can do this,” she convinced herself. He slid his fingers in her vagina to feel if it was wet enough and felt her dripping. He started kissing her from the neck to her chest again.

  “Oh, holy shit.” she gasped when his tongue found her nipples, her nipples were now wet, stiff and sensitive, and she felt his need and desire in her heart.

  “I like the sounds you make and how your eyes glow when I touch your breast. The way your nipples taste and feel drives me crazy” he touched her intimately, she could barely breathe.

  “Give me all of you” he coaxed, his voice hoarse and sexy. I want you in my mouth” his mouth was a master of pleasure giving. She whispered his name as she felt her body convulse in a chain of spasms. She felt like one part of her life ended, the celibacy life and a new one started. They both saw stars even though they knew it was impossible to see one from the house. She felt his breathing stop, this made her bold. She could make a man go wild.

  “Your manhood feels nice,” she whispered in a voice she didn’t know she had.

  “Spread your legs wider,” he demanded, pushing her thighs apart. Her femininity laid bare for him to see, she tried to shy off but he had already seen it. She felt shy but nice at the same time, she wondered if she would let herself talk to him after this. She felt like a new woman ready to conquer the world.

  “Wow, so tight and small.” He felt like he had won a lottery. The sweet scent of her arousal made adrenaline rush through his veins. He rubbed two fingers down her moist center and circled the exposed opening, then plunged into the moistness. She reached for him. He moved slowly, she rocked beneath him sensing his urge. It brought tears to her eyes; the sensation of fingers rubbing inside her was like
a hot wire against her nerves. She was used to her fingers inside her pussy while she masturbated but she never thought it would be electrifying when another man pushed his fingers into her.

  She was certain he would give her whatever she needed. This thought gave her the freedom to receive.

  “Oh yeah,” she said softly.

  With each movement he made, he was dragging and pulling her closer. Every shift gave a breathtaking ecstasy that seemed to grow. “Turn around” he said. His hands moved down her hips, she turned and faced the desk, she felt like the class from their university was watching her. He gripped her hard. Her heart was pounding; she knew this was going to be painful. His grip was so tight he gave her no alternative of running away from what was coming. He thrust inside her in a slow motion; he never wanted to hurt her or to make her call for attention. She shuddered as their bodies pinned together.

  “Oh God,” she moaned.

  He smelled her wetness; the smell of her juice drove him crazy. He wanted to savor each moment. He rocked her softly and slowly to avoid hurting her. The pain and pleasure were intense for her.

  “Oh yeah,” she found herself moaning despite the pain. She was not backing down. He thrust with force and his pumping was increasing. “Oh fuck,” his movement became so hard and fast then slow again. Anticipation made him hot again. He lifted his hand to her hair and held it from the roots. The pain was gradually going away as his penis massaged her sweet spot. She screamed with pleasure. He was wild like an animal on crack.