by Jessica Snow
“Fucking self-centered . . .” he started before he felt a presence behind him and he whirled, surprised that someone or something could sneak up on him. He paused when he saw the blonde hair and ridiculously voluptuous figure of Pauline Desjardins. He stammered for a moment before finding his voice again. “Whoa, didn’t hear you.”
“My apologies,” she said in a lilting French-accented English, and there was something in her voice that pulled at Magnus. “My name’s Pauline.”
“I’ve heard,” Magnus said, feeling his heart start to speed up. He tried to take a step back, but his feet didn’t listen. Instead, Pauline stepped closer, her voice almost purring in her throat.
“So you’ve been asking about me?” she said in a flirting fashion. “And why would you want to know about some new girl in town?”
“I . . . I was told you were new, that’s all,” Magnus stammered, his cock twitching in his pants. He didn’t know why. He should be growling in warning at her. He should be walking away from her, but for some reason, he wanted to fuck this woman. “Not too many blondes around here.”
“True . . . we are a rare breed in these parts,” Pauline purred, emphasizing the word breed and making Magnus’s cock stiff and painful in his pants. “Hmm . . . I do think you’re taking my words with a naughty mind. Are you having naughty thoughts, Magnus Fiachan?”
“Ah . . .” Magnus said before something she said pierced the veil of lust that was dropping over his mind. “How do you know my name?”
“You’re not the only one curious about the newcomers to town . . . especially ones as handsome as you,” Pauline said, reaching out with a hand and putting it on his chest. “I’m a very lonely woman, Magnus. Can you help a new, lonely pariah girl like me find companionship?”
Pariah . . . something in the word made Magnus stumble back, breaking the contact with Pauline. Shaking his head, he turned, walking away quickly before he broke into a shambling, disoriented run.
With every step, his body pulsed with desire. He needed sex more than he’d ever needed it in his entire life, and as he ran, his cock throbbed in his pants, painful but at the same time driving him on. His stomach cramped, and he puked the remains of the buffalo burger into a snowbank, his body starting to shiver and quake as he needed to fuck . . . he needed . . .
Up ahead, he saw Kristina’s house, and he stumbled toward it, cradling his balls even as his mind started to shut down. He was going on instinct now, and as he fumbled with the door, all he could think of was fucking. Somehow, he got the door open, his body burning with need, and he slammed it shut, a growl deep in his throat.
“Magnus?” Kristina asked from the living room as she came in. He saw her. She’d changed into some comfortable sweats after her day out, and he pounced toward her, grabbing her by the upper arms and pushing her against the wall, the force of the two of them impacting cracking the drywall. “What are you . . .?”
Magnus growled deep in his chest and kissed her, his lips mashing against Kristina’s painfully. She resisted for a moment before her tongue found his and she kissed him back, clutching and pulling at his jacket. The thick military surplus field parka tore like thin rags in her strong hands, and she growled back at Magnus, pushing off, and the two of them twisted, stumbling toward the middle of the living room where their feet got mixed up and they crashed to the ground.
Magnus didn’t care. He just felt the voluptuous, powerful female body underneath him as his hand slid beneath her sweatshirt to squeeze and massage her huge breast in his hand, Kristina moaning and mewling as the pain and pleasure mixed in her mind.
She was being bombarded by sensation, from the suddenness of his entrance to the way he was kissing her, scaring her but at the same time turning her on. She’d wanted him for weeks now since hearing him stroking his cock in the bathroom, but never had she had the guts to push past her fears.
Now, though, fear wasn’t part of the equation. Instead, there was just passion and desire as Magnus nipped at her neck. She lifted her arms as he pulled her sweatshirt up and off, glad she had taken off her bra when she’d decided to relax after getting back home. Her breasts rubbed against the cotton of her undershirt as Magnus peeled it off, his mouth finding her right nipple and sucking hard, biting down when she moaned.
Hot pulses of pleasure, desire, and kinky roughness rolled through her body as Kristina and Magnus kissed and grappled on the carpet, squirming and getting their clothes off. When Magnus pushed his pants off, she was shocked as he sprang out of his jeans, massive and throbbing. He was more than long he was thick, and she moaned in a mix of fear and wanton lust.
“Get your fucking knees to your chest,” Magnus growled, his first words since he came in, and she nodded, opening herself totally to him. Her pussy was soaked, animal desire overwhelming her senses as he rubbed his cock along her lips, covering himself in her juices before positioning himself at her entrance. “This is going to hurt.”
He slammed into her, and Kristina thought she was being torn in half. Hurt? Her pussy had never, even when she had partners, felt something so large inside it, and he wasn’t gentle. Instead, with brutal, greedy thrusts, he pumped his cock inside her again and again as tears trickled out of the corners of her eyes until her body adjusted.
It took a minute, but as the pain faded, overwhelming pleasure rushed in on its heels. Every nerve ending in her pussy was being touched by his cock as he pounded her hard and fast, the head of his cock rubbing against the places deep inside that no man had ever touched before. Kristina wrapped her legs around Magnus, holding on and squeezing his cock with her muscles as she pulled him down for another kiss, her need for him making her give in totally to him.
“I need you,” she mewled as she looked into his eyes, which were clouded by an animal passion she’d never seen before, but she felt it too. She’d wanted him for so long, and she’d never given in to her secret desires before. She was already a pariah. She didn’t want to be an outcast . . . but she needed him. To hell with the consequences. She needed Magnus. “Fuck me harder.”
Magnus’s lip quivered as he sped up, his hips smacking into her with such force that they were moving across the carpet, delicious heat ripping down Kristina’s back as the friction burned her skin. Their bodies shook and her breasts quaked with each thrust, Magnus pinching her left breast as he kissed her again. He was trembling, but she was on the edge too. She scratched her fingernails down his back, feeling the skin tear but not caring. He was Lycan. He’d heal quickly.
“Gonna . . .” Magnus growled deep in his throat, and she pulled him in tighter, clamping her thick, powerful thighs around his waist as Magnus pulled back one last time before slamming into her, throwing his head back and howling. Kristina felt him, and the feeling of his release pushed her over the edge as well. She shook, waves of pleasure rolling through her body as he filled her with his cream, her eyes squeezing shut as she held onto him, desperate for something to steady herself.
She thought it would go on forever, but when her orgasm finally subsided, she was shocked. Magnus had released what felt like a gallon inside her . . . but he was still hard as a rock. “Magnus?”
“I . . . I can’t stop it,” Magnus moaned, his eyes filled with desire and desperation at the same time. “Please, Kristina, I need you.”
“You have me,” she whispered, not knowing what was causing this but knowing he needed her help. She pushed him off, Magnus growling for a minute before she turned over, spreading her legs and presenting herself to him. “Take me hard, Magnus . . . take what you need.”
Magnus paused, and Kristina wondered if she’d crossed a line that even whatever was pushing Magnus wouldn’t let him violate, and then he reached forward, grabbing her hair and pulling her up, biting her shoulder hard. She felt his teeth pierce the skin of her shoulder just as his cock slid into her, and he licked her wound, rough and tender at the same time. “You’re mine now.”
He let go of her hair to hold her waist, and Kristina fell f
orward, her breasts hanging as she gave in to him again. “Yes.”
The feeling of being taken by Magnus this time was different from before. There was indescribable pleasure as he thrust into her again and again, long, deep strokes that stretched her pussy and lit her nerves on fire. Her breasts shook and brushed against the carpet with every impact of their bodies, and her mind reeled as the pleasure doubled, tripled in her mind.
Magnus’s thrusts changed slightly. He was taking his time now, drawing out the experience for both of them. Kristina pushed back, pumping herself back and forth on his cock as his hips froze, moaning his name as her body and mind were awakened in ways they’d never felt before.
She felt it first, the strange doubling of her perception as she realized what was happening and gave into it. She opened not just her body but her mind to Magnus as she mated with him, squeezing him with her body and giving back as much as she was getting. Fuck me. Take me. Make me yours.
You are mine.
Magnus sped up, holding her hips in his powerful hands, his chiseled body covered in sweat as he pounded her harder and harder, his cock thrusting deep into her body each time. It was heaven. She’d never felt so much pleasure before, and her fingers dug into the carpet as another orgasm built inside her. She knew Magnus could feel it. They were linked now, and there was no way she could hold back.
“Give it to me!” Kristina growled as she pushed back into Magnus, squeezing him with all the strength her pussy had left. Magnus slammed into her, the two of them coming together as their minds overloaded. Kristina’s mind blanked, an explosion of all-white pleasure turning her thoughts to static as she felt two orgasms at the same time, her body and mind overloaded beyond any limits she had thought existed.
Her eyes rolled up in her sockets and her mouth opened, a glistening rivulet of spit hanging for a moment before she collapsed, Magnus still inside her, to her chest, barely conscious. With the last of her thoughts, she felt him curl up behind her, spooning her as the white turned into the darkness of unconsciousness.
Chapter 14
Magnus woke up with a sensation he hadn’t felt in almost fifteen years. There was a warm, soft body in his arms, spooned in front of him so that his cock was nestled between generous ass cheeks, and his chest was pressed against silky soft skin, hair lightly tickling his nose.
More than that, though, was the feeling in his mind. The slight doubling, the sense that there was an open telephone line just starting to come into focus in his mind, and he knew things he’d not known the night before.
“Oh, no,” he whispered, sick to his stomach. “Oh, no.”
“Good morning to you too,” Kristina said lightly, turning her head to look him in the face with her beautiful gray eyes. “Feeling better?”
“What . . . what did I do?” Magnus moaned, pushing away from Kristina and rolling to his feet. He looked down at his cock, feeling the remains of their fucking—no, their mating—on his skin, and he looked at Kristina, who had rolled onto her back, her body stretched out and displayed for him in an erotic tableau that made his body yearn for her even as he recoiled at what he’d . . . he must have forced it on her somehow.
He thought back, trying to remember what had happened. He remembered leaving the Kenai meeting hall and Pauline approaching him, something about her touching him . . . but then his memories descended into a blurred haze of just needing to fuck, to empty his cock, to . . . “I’m sorry.”
“For what?” Kristina asked, rolling over and sitting up. Her face studied his, and he felt her probing along their link, and her face fell. “Magnus . . . this link, it’s obviously not that strong. I need you to talk to me.”
“I forced the link on you,” Magnus said, shivering in disgust. “I . . . it’s unforgiveable.”
“No, you didn’t,” Kristina said, standing up. “Look in the link . . . I’ll try and let you see what happened.”
Kristina closed her eyes, and Magnus searched her mind as she recalled the memories of the night before. He saw how he was when he stumbled in the door, the pain and the desire of their first intense fucking, and how he was still so needy. His cock stiffened as he felt her reaction and her decision. “How do you know about how Lycans mate?”
Kristina opened her eyes, and she smiled hesitantly. “It’s not that big of a secret, you know. I mean, my people have lived next to the Kenai for a hundred years now, and while until Edward, no Aklark had ever mated with a Lycan, the Kenai have mated with humans, and people whisper. Besides, Aklark and Kenai have fucked before even if it’s normally been pretty clandestine, and we started putting two and two together. Why would it be that Lycans would never want doggy style?”
“And so last night you . . .” Magnus said, shocked. “You knew what you were doing?”
“Yes,” Kristina said, reaching out and wrapping her hand around his cock. She pumped it slowly, smiling hesitantly up at him. “Magnus, whatever it was that caused you to come in and start wrecking my house while we fucked, I could see that just regular fucking wasn’t going to be enough. It was in your eyes. You could have plowed me all night and still been caught in that daze. So, I made a choice.”
“But why?”
Kristina got down on her knees, looking up at him with naughty eyes as she licked her lips. “Two reasons. First, because I like you . . . a lot. We’ve spent enough time together over the past month that the first spark of attraction I felt for you . . . it’s become a lot more. But part of it is that I’ve always been a wolfy.”
“A what?” Magnus asked, his breath shuddering as Kristina leaned forward and licked the head of his cock with her tongue, licking around the head before leaning back, her face slightly pink with desire and embarrassment.
“It’s a taunt among the Aklark . . . it’s what we call Aklark who like the idea of being with a Lycan. There’s more than one reason I’m a pariah, you know.”
Kristina leaned forward to lick his cock again, but Magnus pulled back, horrified and feeling used. “You mean . . . you mean you knew how to mate with me, and you took advantage of me for . . . what? To say you got your rocks off, to take a walk on the wild side or something?”
“To help you!” Kristina said, hurt as Magnus stepped away from her. “Magnus, if I could have just let you fuck me once or twice and that been it, I would have. I could see you weren’t right in the head, and yeah, I made a choice. I like you, Magnus. Hell, the one thing I’ve wanted to do since our first kiss was to actually go out on a—call me stupid—an actual date with you! It didn’t have to be much. We could have gone to get pizza in the town near the manor or gone out last night. I thought you liked me too!”
“I do!” Magnus yelled, anger mixing with his intense need. His cock was throbbing again, and in front of him was a woman he knew was beautiful, even as much as he’d tried to deny his feelings. “Kristina, I think you’re prettier than any woman since . . .”
His voice faltered, and he looked around, grabbing his pants off the floor and pulling them on. “I shouldn’t have mated you, regardless of whatever happened to me. I need to take a shower and get myself under control.”
Magnus retreated to the bathroom, soaking himself under the ice cold water as he cursed himself over and over. He could feel Kristina trying to talk to him over the link, but he shut it down. She didn’t have that much control over their link yet.
As he showered, he wondered about what had happened. Had she taken advantage of him? Had he taken advantage of her?
The fact was, he did want her. His initial idea when he’d left for the Kenai Hall was to come back home and take Kristina out on a real date, like she’d mentioned. He’d even thought they’d end up in bed together at some point. He’d seen how she liked him. But not like last night, not the way it had happened.
He got out, dried off, and went out to the living room, where he found Kristina changed and her face sorrowful. “Magnus . . .”
“It’s okay,” Magnus said, coming over and putting his hands around
her waist, looking into her eyes as she lifted to look into his eyes. “What happened, happened. Kristina, the fact is that I’ve been thinking about you a lot, and a lot more than just jacking off in a bathroom. I’ll be honest—I wouldn’t have mated you our first time. That’s not who I am, especially since the last time I mated.”
“You loved her, didn’t you?” Kristina asked, cupping his face. “The person you joined the Lockwoods over.”
Magnus nodded. “I did. And she was taken from me far too quickly. A traffic accident just weeks after we mated. I hadn’t even officially been accepted into the Lockwoods yet. We were linked intensely at the time, and I felt every instant of pain, everything she thought and felt. Since then . . . I haven’t mated until last night.”
“I’m sorry,” Kristina said apologetically. “You told me a little, but I had no real idea.”
Magnus shook his head. “You did it for all the right reasons. You were trying to help me out, and you guessed at the consequences. Now, we have a few choices to make.”
“What do you mean?” Kristina asked.
“Lycan mating is long-lasting, but it’s not permanent at first,” Magnus explained. “So . . . I’d like to keep seeing you as long as we’re here. We’ve still got a job to do. And I owe that bitch Pauline a little comeback for whatever she did to me. I still don’t know who the fuck she is. I just know she said a few words, touched my chest . . . and you know the results. But beyond that, we need to decide how this affects us. Kristina, if you want, I’ll go back to Lockwood Tower and you stay here, and in about a year, the link will fade. Eventually, it’ll be a tickle even if we’re in the same room.”
“What do you want?” Kristina asked, tilting her head. “I can’t be a Lycan female for you, Magnus. But I can be me.”
“You are the woman I wanted to take on a date and I enjoyed holding hands with when we walked through town. You’re the woman I enjoyed kissing and have been thrilled to work with the past few weeks. So no, you’re not Lycan. You’re still someone I’m enjoying spending time with.”
