Enslaved in Shadows

by Tigris Eden

  Her lips opened, took his coated finger into her mouth. His skin and her taste mingled together to create something violent and erotic. She’d never tasted herself before, and wasn’t sure if it was something that would’ve ever interested her. With him, the option was out on the table, past negotiations and she was already signing the “taste myself” contract.

  Jes watched as his jaw tightened. Slowly she sucked his finger deeper into the heat of her mouth. He pulled and she followed all the way to his lips.

  “Good isn’t it.” He whispered against her mouth. She didn’t have time to answer because she was too busy trying to pull off his clothes.

  Her hand went to his shirt and pushed open the material. He smiled against her mouth and pushed her back against the mossy wall with his body. He placed both his hands at his side, while she continued to wrestle with his shirt. When she finally freed him, Jes sighed in appreciation. His response was to rid her of her top completely. All this man was hers for the night, hers to touch, to taste, to feel. She wanted to savor every single nuance of what he had to offer. His seeking hands traveled gently to her head, her neck and down to her breasts kneading her skin, placing her in an erotic haze of wonderment. He paid close attention to her breast, squeezing them passed pleasure almost into pain. Jes arched into his palm and cried out sharply in pleasure. Who knew it could hurt so good? Kinky was great. Slowly he released her nipples and the sensation from the circulation returning softened her further. He repeated the process until her breast were buzzing with sensation, turning the boiling heat of her body up a few more notches. This was all happening so fast, too fast, but the train was pulling out of the station and she wasn’t about to jump. Maybe jump on but certainly not off.

  She popped the button on his shorts and slowly pulled his zipper down. She didn’t want to snag it on the extraordinary bulge that pulsed beneath. She didn’t want foreplay; there was no reason for build-up or priming, he’d done enough of that already. Jes bent her head to catch a glimpse of his erection and almost lost her grip on reality. It was huge, would fill her to bursting. Penises did not come in that size, did they? She tried to get a better look and as if someone answered her prayers, the moon’s light slid over his body, showcasing his powerful form. The sight of him bared to her, shorts at his ankles, erection straining. There was no doubt in Jes’s mind; she’d made the right choice. His cock reached past his navel, the veins an enthralling pattern she wanted to trace with her tongue. The head of his cock was a deep, angry red and glistened in the moon’s light. Jes was looking forward to being impaled on its length and burned by the width. A look of pure heat lined his face as he grabbed both her legs and secured them behind his back. No more waiting. Thank heavens! He plunged in; thrusting so deep, she smashed her head against the wall with a dull thud. Her thighs squeezed his sides as he adjusted his rhythm. He gave her no time to come to terms with his strength. The sensation was breath stopping. A scream died in her throat as he pushed further in. Was she going to be able to take more? There was still so much more of him to go. He wasn’t going to fit, but he brought her hips forward and slid all the way in. Jes tried to catch her breath. She really did, but it wasn’t happening. Not fast enough. She was stuffed full of him and the delicious friction of his lightly haired skin against hers was dizzying.

  Quickly he placed a hand behind her head, cushioning her as he continued to drive his entire length deeper into her core. Her thoughts were scrambled. She couldn’t differentiate between the pleasure and the pain, but all of it was incredible. Melting her senses into a place of oneness, everything was sharper, clearer. Her body zeroed in on the connection and opened her up to a bottomless pit with sensations she’d never felt before. It gripped her on her way down into a spiral of colors and sounds bright and festive. Finally, she landed on the precipice of a cliff. The ride was not over, good lord it was far from over. Looking down at the abysmal plunge, she waited for the up draft to take her. He was rough and smooth at the same time. His thrusts teetered on pain, but would push her over into pleasure so fast she didn’t care. He was going to take her over the edge and back, repeatedly.

  The inner walls of her pussy choked his hard flesh. She was extended beyond the point of no return. She throbbed on the inside. Pleasure pulsed taking her body on a wanton journey to heaven. “Damn, if you squeeze me like that again I won’t last.”

  Not. Her. Problem.

  Things were happening so fast and she tried to savor every minute for later. But he was a machine. His appetite had the force of a Mack truck and the skills of a man well seasoned in all things sexual. The slick, wet sounds of their bodies echoed in the quiet jungle. The dense foliage dissolved their sounds to be later whispered about among the trees. His heavy breathing in her ear heated her neck as he drilled her into the soft covered wall. Jesminda clasped his shoulders firmly. Their harsh panting sounded loud in her ears. And when she begged him to fuck her harder, he obliged.

  “Oh, yes, yes!” She cried.

  Her harsh grunts surprised her. And a small, extremely small part of her almost froze in embarrassment. She’d never made sounds like that. It was un-lady like and bad form. She was out of control. Her body drew tight with anticipation. Realization slammed hard in her chest milliseconds later. She was fucking in a jungle with a stranger who still didn’t see fit to give her a name, and the bastard hadn’t protected himself. Neither did you idiot. Her body tensed for a moment, he could have any number of diseases, and she could literally be signing her death warrant.

  “Stop.” she said harshly, trying to push him back and gain leverage.

  “Too, late.” he grunted back.

  “Stop,” this time more forcefully.

  A sliver of light touched his face and highlighted his profile in stark definition. His chest heaved at the force of his efforts to take her to orgasm, pushing and pulling the air out and then back into his body. They were suspended mid thrust. His erection halfway in halfway out of her body jerked at the opening.

  “We didn’t use protection.”

  His face looked troubled for a moment as if he was trying to piece together some difficult puzzle. His forehead creased in an agonized expression. Clearly, the last thing on his mind was whether or not they used protection. His dazed expression cleared and he shrugged a slight lift of his shoulders.

  “I’m sterile, and clean.” He was serious. Really? Didn’t all men use that line? Or did he think she had stupid written across her forehead. He placed his finger under her chin lifting her head to meet his. “I promise, I don’t do this normally, but I just had to have you.”

  Sterile? Her heart melted.

  This beautiful man could never make beautiful babies? Her heart broke for him, and something inside of her knew what he said was true. She didn’t know him, but for him not to have babies, and he was young. A shame, because she would have given him a damn basketball team if he’d asked her.

  “I’m clean too. I never do this sort of thing. I’m usually the shy awkward type.”

  He was halfway inside her, and she felt the thick stalk of his cock jump again. Gotta love his stamina. He was still holding back, but why? She’d pretty much given him the all clear, full cock ahead.

  “I’m glad that’s settled, because I’m having a hard time not moving. Hell, I can’t get enough of you. I want more. A lot more.”

  The atmosphere around them grew tense. As if they were never interrupted, he pushed forward, lodging his cock to the center of her core and set a bone-crushing pace. Deep thrusts alternated with blunt short jabs, digging her into the wall. The moss soaked up the sweat from her back and his chest hairs soaked up the sweat from her front. She was slipping and sliding along his body and couldn’t seem to get purchase until one hand tethered her to him in a bruising grip. She was still right there.

  “Give me what I want.” He growled as he nipped her on the ear.

  “Anything,” her voice, strange to her own ears, sounded dry and irregular. When he pulled his cock
from her grasp, she protested long enough for him to slam back in. It was rough, and the feeling of overflowing from the fullness took her to the edge. She’d wear the bruises her body sustained with pride.

  Jes pulled herself closer. She dropped her head to his shoulder and held on to the ride of her life. He’d officially ruined her for any sexual affair she’d have in the future. She wasn’t a sexual woman, and she blamed that aspect of her character on her upbringing. She was taught to hold her emotions in check, not let anyone see what she was thinking. And as a child, her parents didn’t hold her when she cried or longed for companionship. Her mother told her on many occasions, longing was a false sense of hope. The only one she was meant to depend on was herself.

  Right at this moment, she mentally arched a brow at her mother’s incorrect notions. Every woman should experience what he was doing to her body, at least once in their life. Have an uninhibited appetite for sex, life, hell, long for all things for that matter. She tightened her hold on his shoulders and nipped the side of his neck. This was her moment and she wasn’t going to waste it with thoughts of her mother.

  He pulled his cock out from her snug entrance and began gently gliding the tip of his head over her clit, flicking her nub on each movement, up and down in slow torturous glides. Her body bucked wildly and she wiggled trying to get closer. The speed of the friction picked up and he franticly rubbed her over and over until her body began to seize with bliss. Her throat choked on a cry as he thrust back into her wet depths. Gritting her teeth, she pushed down into his thrusts, feeding her walls with his length as she readied for release. Strings of cyclopean desire tighten and stretched as her orgasm crashed over her body. She flew up and then plunged down into her pleasure. It pulled her stomach tight and quickly released her into a free fall. Screaming, she detonated with such fierce force the canopy of trees became alive, as birds were rousted from their sleep and monkeys scurried along the tree limbs. His cock set off small mini explosions that reverberated off the walls of her body in continuous succession. He immediately followed, biting her shoulder while groaning his release. The pain elicited another tremor of quakes through her system and she reveled in it. This was the adventure she wanted. He was the type of exploration she’d gladly go in search for again and again. Exhausted she slid down his sweat soaked chest as he allowed her feet to touch the ground. She still had her shoes on.

  Gently he held her as her body calmed from its burgeoning storm. It was silent and awkward for a moment but then he spoke.

  “Keep the shirt, I tore your top.” He bent to grab his shirt off the jungle floor and handed it to her while picking a few stray leaves from her hair.

  “Thank you. It was an experience I will never forget.” He said as he raked his hand through his hair. He seemed deep in thought.

  “I don’t even know your name.” She replied as she took the shirt and pulled her arms through, tying it in a knot at her stomach. Jes adjusted her ponytail and waited for an answer. One-night stands don’t need names stupid. She didn’t care, there was something there. She wanted to see him again. She stepped into her shorts while he stepped into his.

  “I want to see you again.” She blurted.

  He straightened his shorts and took a step back and shook his head.

  “One time deal sweetness. This can’t go any further.”

  She watched as he turned and walked away, leaving her dumbfounded. Seriously? He wasn’t even going to walk her back? The lights from the fireflies danced around him in a soft glow. The lust-infused air was dispersing fast and taking him with it. She should have known this was going to happen. Her first official adventure, a one-night stand was a total bust. What were you expecting?

  He paused in his steps and turned to look at her over his shoulder. His green eyes glinted beneath the moon’s light. A small part of her hoped he’d change his mind and wanted to see her tomorrow, but she knew better than to think that.

  “The jungle at night is no place for you, Flower. Find your friend and go home.” The words were harsh and the last she heard, when the darkness swallowed him.

  * * * *

  He should have left her alone. Instead, he followed his dick into soft, silky flesh he never wanted to leave. He was occupied the entire way back to Odessa’s and should have at least escorted her, but his wolf had done something he thought would never have been possible. He’d started to bond, with a human. Draven pulled back just enough to have no lingering effects on himself or her.

  A mate bond was something his father would have enjoyed, just not with a human. Draven wasn’t sure if that was something he would have enjoyed either. Humans were fickle when it came to choosing a person to spend their life with. Wolves mated for life, and were exceedingly careful in their selection of mates. The Gods of his ancestors had seen to their survival, as well as controlling the population. She would never be a wolf. Werewolves weren’t made, but born. Regardless of what the myths and Hollywood pictures painted. They could no more change a human from a bite, than vampires could.

  You either were, or you weren’t a werewolf, which made mating with humans difficult. His kind had choices, highly selective choices, but still, choices. The kicker was if one rejected the mating, it rendered both parties sterile and unable to continue their bloodline. This made for careful selection among his kind. In the beginning, there had been dozens rendered sterile, almost killing their kind off. Times were different now; there was courting and lots of time spent with both interested parties. Wolves didn’t start the bonding process until both parties agreed. So why had his wolf initiated contact with the human on that level?

  He quickly slowed as he watched the object of his desire meet her friend at the club door. He’d left her, but circled back so he could follow her back to Odessa’s. He wasn’t a total asshole, but she didn’t need to know that. He watched in the shadows as her friend questioned her absence. Watching her made him hard and he wanted her again, which wasn’t unusual for him to have more than one go at it with females, but his wolf wanted to continue the bonding process. Which was just crazy! Lucky for both of them that he didn’t, she’d be rejected by his entire pack. Her friend Bells said something and then they were headed towards the street. Good, she was leaving with her friend. He still needed to go back inside, try and find out what the hell happened with Chloe. Bells looked over to the cover of the jungle and pinned him with a glare. She could see him through the trees and her look said it all. Stay away from my friend.

  He couldn’t agree with her more, even if his wolf had decided otherwise.

  Chapter 3

  Jesminda dressed in a simple halter-top and jeans, as her and Bells got ready for Odessa’s private party. She’d straightened her hair and let it flow down her back. Although her mind was occupied with him, she was still excited about the party. Bells had gotten an invitation and Jes knew it was because Cyrian had eyes for her. Her friend had said as much. Cyrian never invited her to the private parties held just before Carnival. He’d told her on many occasions his party wasn’t for wholesome girls. Well I fucked a guy in the jungle so there! She wasn’t entirely miss goody.

  Applying some lip gloss and a dash of bronze to her cheeks she grabbed her clutch and stared at her appearance in the mirror. Simple but mysterious, Bells had said. Her hair was falling over her shoulders and she wore some gold bangle bracelets. Her fuck-me pumps were her attempt at pretending she wasn’t hurt by Mr. No Names. Mission accomplished.

  “Ready.” She said as she walked out of the restroom. Her hurt feelings were now stored in her clutch, closed and not on display.

  Bells wore a black low cowl back dress. It showcased her tattoo of a huge phoenix on her back, its wings tipped the top of her shoulders and its clawed feet hugged her waists. Her phoenix almost looked alive and it felt like the eyes of the bird followed her everywhere. If Jes ever got a tattoo, she was going to her friends tattoo artist.

  “So, ready.” Bells answered with a hop in her step as they headed out to th
eir waiting taxi.

  * * * *

  “This party is for guest of Cyrian’s.” The huge guy pointed in Jesminda’s direction.

  “I grew up on this island and personally know Cyrian.” Jes spat back. She was extremely aggravated. One guy had already given her the door. This one had better show her in.

  On the drive over, she kept replaying the events from the night before. The more she thought about it, the more used she felt. Didn’t matter she’d willingly participated, she felt rejected and out of sorts. Comes with the whole one night stand code of conduct, let it go. She inwardly chastised herself.

  “Well, meat. I’m sure he didn’t intend for you to come to this gathering.” The bouncer growled back. Bells sighed heavily at her side and smiled playfully at him.

  “She’s with me, and Cyrian asked me personally to come here tonight.” The guy took one look at Bells and was immediately taken by her appearance. She had that effect on all men. He stood straighter and even had the audacity to adjust himself. Pig.

  “Fine, but don’t get mad if we play with the food.” He stated calmly.

  Play with the food? Now he was referring to them as food? Bells grabbed her hand and they both walked into the entrance of Odessa’s. The vibe of something different thickened the air. She could feel it. There was an uncomfortable feel to the atmosphere tonight. Everyone was sandwiched together dancing to the thrum of the music, and for the first time in a long time, the bar was closed. The shadows behind the glass moved to and away from the window as fish and other marine life swam passed.

  “This isn’t right.” Bells whispered. Her hand tightened painfully on Jesminda’s arm as she started backing them towards the door. There was an audible gasp from some people in the crowd surrounding them as they walked. Jesminda didn’t argue. She could tell that the scene here wasn’t right. The DJ in the corner said something about meat being near, and then the sound of Kanye West and Jay Z’s “No Church in the Wild” started playing. Heads looked up from their positions on the dance floor. Nameless faces starred back at Jesminda with glowing eyes of gold and red. There were a couple of black eyes as well. Were they wearing contacts? This must be one of those freaky-deaky parties, Jes thought to herself.