Claimed by the Wolf

by Charlene Teglia

  “Have a care with her,” Kadar cautioned as he pushed her into Abaran’s hands and stepped back. The fact that mind-reading Kadar felt the warning was needed made her swallow hard and tears stung the corners of her eyes.

  Abaran caught her betraying reaction and his expression turned fierce, “You're mine. Are you afraid to come with me?”

  “Yes,” She licked dry lips, still bruised and swollen from his kisses. “Let's go.”

  His brows shot up. “Brave creature.”

  Oh, if only she was. But it' she couldn't be brave, she could at least be fair. She reached a shaking hand up to touch his chest and trace the tattoo that shone against his skin. “If you're willing to give me the mark, I should be willing to take it from you. You didn't have to help me. You didn't have to put your self in danger because of me.”

  His hand rose to cover hers. “I'm immortal. Were you actually afraid for me?”

  Sybil gave a tiny shrug. “Maybe you’re immortal, but I think you can still bleed.

  You put your body between mine and an attack. Yes, I was worried for you.”

  Kadar let out a startled laugh behind her, “She was. She was worried about all of us.”

  She turned her head to scowl at him. “Quit laughing. Any of you might have gotten hurt. It would have been my fault.”

  “She's a darling,” the dragon said, shaking his head. “Take her away before I have to pound myself into her again.”

  “She's going to be far too busy for that” Abaran's eyes glittered with lust. He scooped her up and slung her naked body over his shoulder, her bare butt thrust up. He rubbed the palm of one hand over the rounded globes as he carried her off.

  The bold, openly sexual caress made her shiver. For the time being, she was his.

  And he was planning to take her every way possible.

  Her nipples felt hard and tight against his hack. His muscles felt rigid and ungiving, muscles as hard as steel covered with leather. He was like, a walking fetish, she thought, feeling dizzy. If the touch of leather against her naked skin did it for her, she'd be his slave.

  It was impossible to pay attention to anything but the way he held her, the way their bodies brushed as he moved with long, rapid strides. The smoky scent of him. The visceral memory of his wickedly curved flesh burying itself inside her. The knowledge that for the next twenty-four hours she was in his power, both thrilled and terrified her.

  If it was this difficult to be alone with a demon, how hard was it going to be to put herself into the hands of a fae who got off on pain?

  Abaran lowered her down onto a soft bed, and Sybil blinked as she realized they'd already arrived at their destination. She managed to tear her eyes away from the sight of Abaran stripping off his pants to look around.

  The walls were covered with thick vines that held large, waxy blossoms. The floor looked like it was carpeted with springy moss. The bed he’d placed her on was made of dark, carved wood with a deep mattress and covered with what felt like silk.

  “Is it night?” Sybil asked, her throat hoarse from tension.

  “Yes.” Abaran stood over her, fully naked. “Look up.”

  She did, and saw an expanse of stars overhead. The room appeared to be open to the sky. “The flowers are real? Night blooming?”

  “Yes.” He put his hands on her knees and pushed them apart so he could kneel between them.

  Sybil shivered as he loomed over her. Then he lowered himself down to cover her body with his. The sensation of being blanketed with hot flesh the texture of leather would probably never lose its novelty, she thought, and wondered if the demon would be settling on top of her often enough for her to test that theory.

  Impossible to guess.

  “Are you cold?” Abaran's voice was unexpectedly gentle.

  “Nervous.” She placed her hands on his shoulders, not sure if he wanted her to touch him or how. “Trying to adjust to a steady stream of strange men in bed with me.”

  He let out a laugh, a low, dark sound that sent frissons of alarm down her spine.

  “There are only five of us.”

  “Only.”- Sybil echoed the word with irony and turned her face so that her lips brushed his cheek. The texture pleased her, seduced her into extending the gesture without thinking.

  Abaran let out a fierce, hungry sound that made her freeze. Then his mouth found hers and branded her lips with a searing kiss. His tongue demanded entry, thrust into her mouth, rubbed against her tongue. His body rocked on hers, pushed her thighs wider apart as he settled himself into the cradle of her hips. Then without warning, he tore his mouth from hers and rose up.

  “Turn over. If I stay on you like that another second, I'll be inside you. And I want to touch you first.”

  His guttural command made her tremble, but she rolled over onto her belly. Her butt tightened in nervous reaction when he ran his hand over it.

  “Did the wolf take you here?” Abaran's fingertips traced the valley between her buttocks. The sort skin there reacted pleasurably to his touch.

  “No.”

  “No? Did the dragon put something larger than the point of his tail into this?” The pad of Abaran's finger pressed against her anus, stroked, caressed the sensitive tissue and coaxed a response from her.

  “No,” she breathed out.

  “No,” Abaran pushed the tip of his finger into the entry Kadar had oiled so carefully. The slick lubricant eased his way, allowing him to push deeper. “Why not?”

  he pushed a second finger into join the first, stretching, her almost painfully despite Kenric's similar treatment of her and Kadar’s erotic play.

  “Too tight,” Sybil managed to say as her body struggled to adjust to the unfamiliar invasion. Abaran began to push a third finger into her and she moaned, twisting away.

  “Too tight,” Abaran's other hand found her hip, imprisoned her, held her down while he worked the third finger deeper. “Too tight to take a cock? Too tight to take this?” he pushed harder and she moaned again at the sensual invasion that made her want to pull away and at the same time made her want to arch her lower back to invite more.

  “Yes.” Her voice sounded throaty, aroused. She bit her lip as he fingered her into a state of unaccustomed pleasure.

  “Ah, so tight.” He pulled his digits free one at a time, then gently caressed the rosy opening he'd plundered. “So ready.”

  “So not. I’ve never.” She swallowed convulsively at the thought of how easily he could guide himself into place and press forward, working himself inside that tight hole.

  “We'll change that soon.” His whisper shivered over her skin, fierce avid exultant.

  “Right now, I'm going to make you come for me.”

  Abaran covered her body with his and pushed his legs between hers. He slid his other hand underneath her to cup her mound in his leathery palm. His fingertips pressed into her sex, not quite penetrating her. The rounded swells of her butt cushioned the thick length of his penis. He rocked his hips to stroke himself along the crease that separated the twin globes as he worked two fingers between her folds, opening her, entering her while his palm massaged her clit.

  “Oh,” Sybil whispered and arched her pelvis into his hand. “Abaran, that feels so good.”

  “Not as good as it's going to feel when it's my cock between your legs.”

  His words made heat coil low in her belly. Abaran worked a third finger inside her sheath, giving her more, while the tantalizing memory of his wickedly curved flesh driving into her, made her shudder with yearning.

  His shaft glided along the soft curves of her ass in time with the movements of his hand. Desire built and rapidly grew into need. The rhythm of his fingers pushing into her had her gasping, shuddering, struggling for something out of reach. He felt the rising tension in her body and sped up, twisting his fingers in her sheath while he ground his palm against her clit. Sybil nearly came up off the bed, keening, her body convulsing as she orgasmed.

  She collapsed under him; qu
iescent and trembling with aftershocks while he pumped himself between her buttocks, coming with a hoarse shout. Heated liquid spilled along the base of her spine and the curves of her ass. Abaran continued to thrust against her, rubbing the slick ejaculate into her skin.

  He nuzzled the back of her neck and squeezed her mound as he slowly withdrew his fingers. “Sweet,” Abaran murmured, kissing the curve of her shoulder.

  Sybil let out a soft laugh. “Sweet? You just came all over my ass.”

  “And you just came on my hand.” He pulled it out from under her and moved to her side, touching her in leisurely exploration.

  Abaran searched out the sensitive points along her spine, the backs of her legs, the delicate bones of her ankles. He caressed her arms and her ribs, then rolled her onto her back to stroke her belly, her throat, the sensitive undersides of her breasts, the nipples that drew taut at his touch.

  His hands on her sent tingles of awareness and shivers of delight dancing over her skin. She might be conflicted about it, but she couldn’t deny that her body hungered for his touch. She wanted more of him. The slide of silk under her and the rough sensation of leather where his body brushed hers thrilled her.

  “Sweet witch,” Abaran breathed, taking her mouth again. Her lips parted to invite his tongue to slide inside and twine with hers. The dark taste of him intoxicated her and the gentle stroke of his hand on her hair soothed her. “I’m glad I took you away. I don’t want to share this first time with another male.”

  “Does that mean you don’t want to do a threesome anymore?” Sybil asked.

  “No.” He cupped a hand over her breast and squeezed lightly. “I want to share you after I’ve marked you. I’d love to be deep in your sweet ass while you come with another man’s shaft planted in you all the way to your womb.”

  Sybil could see the attraction for her, but not for him. “Why?”

  “Because it will be ecstasy for you, and that will heighten the pleasure you give both of your partners.” He pinched her nipple, then lightly stroked the underside of her breast, raising gooseflesh with the contrast of rough and gentle. “Because I want to see you take more pleasure than you think you can stand. Because it will make you even tighter and I want to feel your flesh squeezing me so hard I can't hold back.”

  “Oh.” She rested her hand on his chest, exploring his hard, leathery muscles with tiny movements. “I didn't think it would feel better to the man. I always thought it was a purely female fantasy.”

  “It also scares you,” Abaran said. “I want you to do something with me that scares you, You let the dragon ride you while I watched, and let him watch while I gave your body a taste of mine. I want you to spread your thighs for another man while I pleasure myself in your hot ass because I command it.” She leaned her head against his shoulder because his words made her dizzy, even laying down. “You get off on fear?”

  “It's not about fear.” He stroked her hair with gentle fingers. It’s about your surrender.”

  “I'm alone and naked with a demon. I'm still scared about that.” Sybil muttered.

  “Scared you'll grow to like it?” Abaran's knowing voice mingled with the scent and feel of his body and she felt her inner muscles tighten in reaction.

  “Not exactly.” She was afraid she already did. She'd loved kneeling in submission while Kenric look her from behind with animalistic lust. She'd loved being chained and displayed for Kadar, and the exhibitionist thrill she'd never imagined feeling. She'd loved the intensity of orgasm Kadar had given her by driving into her while Abaran watched.

  “No? What do you fear, then?”

  She rubbed her cheek against his. “I'm afraid I'll crave all of you after this is oyer.”

  “Like a drug,” Abaran mused. First ones free and then you're hooked.”

  Sybil nodded. “Something like that.”

  His penis hardened perceptively, swelling thicker, lengthening. That pleases me.”

  “I thought Ronan was the sadist.”

  “I think I want to feed your addiction.”

  Heat flared over her skin. She drew in a sharp breath and fought to control it.

  “Abaran.”

  “I feel it.” He stroked her from breast to hip, almost seeming to luxuriate in her escalated body temperature. His touch made, it worse, as if the demonic power inside her sought to ground itself in demon flesh. The fever abruptly shot higher and flames burst out, engulfing her from head to toe.

  “You’re on fire for me,” Abaran murmured, sliding his tongue between her lips while she shuddered and burned and drank in his exotic flavour.

  When he freed her mouth, she gasped out, “You’re making it worse.”

  I’m going to make it so much better.” He drew back and she blinked at what looked like wings unfurled from his shoulders. He lowered himself onto his back beside her and put his hands on her waist, lifting her onto him. When he had her on top, he put one hand on her butt, the other on the lower curve of her spine and pressed her body into his as if he was absorbing the heat she gave off. Wings closed around her and cocooned them together.

  “Now I make you mine,” Abaran said in a thick voice.

  The heat was unbearable. Sybil tried to pull away and found herself held prisoner by his hands and the leathery wings that folded tightly around her, smothering the flames. “Let me go.”

  “You need me.” The demon's hands gripped her hips, lifted her enough to find his angle. The mark on her breast thrummed, and magic gathered in the air. Abaran pulled her down and simultaneously pushed up into her. His entry was rough and rapid, and it made her groan in unwanted pleasure as her body adjusted to his.

  “I don't want to need you.” Sybil fought the urge to ride him, to press her legs wider apart and take him deeper.

  “Maybe we don't want to need you either.” He found her mouth and his teeth grazed her lower lip, a sharp pain he immediately made her forget with the erotic slide of his tongue along hers.

  She was burning. She was melting. She dissolved against him, fed the heat inside her into his kiss, and succumbed to the raw need for his hard length driving between her legs. The inescapable grip of his fingers as they dug into her ass and held her immobile while he thrust up into her thrilled her.

  Her breasts were crushed against his chest, her pelvis cradled by his while he pistoned into her. Her breath came in ragged pants as the flames banked.

  “There,” Abaran breathed against her lips. “One fire out, and another to quench.”

  They rocked together, bodies locked and straining for release. He brought her to the edge and pushed her over, making her spine bow and her body draw taut in orgasm before he let himself join her, spilling himself into her in a liquid rush while a burst of magic released.

  Twelve

  When Abaran’s wing’s opened a long time later, Sybil rested with her check on his shoulder, her torso pressed to his, her thighs draped over his, and tightened herself around the circumference or his shaft stilt planted deep inside her.

  “Addicted yet?” Abaran stroked the curve of her bare butt with one hand. His other arm clamped her body against his.

  “Maybe.” She didn't have another explanation for her abandoned response to three different men. Not that they were in any way interchangeable.

  “How does the mark feel?”

  She exhaled in a huff, blowing a stray curl away from her eye. “Fine now. It sort of burns when it happens.”

  “That would explain the way you jerked and screamed when you came.”

  “No, that was from the cattle prod you call a penis.”

  Abaran laughed, a low, dark sound of masculine satisfaction. “You like it.”

  “Apparently there isn't anything I don't like. I like submissive sex, voyeuristic sex, exhibitionist sex, and sex with a series of changing partners. Who knew?” Her flippant tone disguised the tight pressure in her throat.

  Abaran squeezed her ass. “Wait until Ronan gets his hands on you.”

  She shud
dered. “I wish that wolf had just killed me.”

  “You don't mean that.”

  “No, I don't mean that. But I don't know how to cope with this, either.”

  “I thought you were coping very well.” He rolled with her, coming to rest on top of her, still pressing deep inside. His penis pulsed as if heavy with need.

  “Again?” Sybil asked the question in disbelief. But she couldn’t stop herself from wrapping her arms and legs around him and arching up under him. She felt the same need, as if her body was attuned to his. It wasn't the shattering intensity of desire she felt for Kenric, or the cheerful lust she shared with Kadar. More like the pull of twin magnets.

  “I don't want you to suffer by making you wait too long for your next fix.”

  “How generous,” Sybil said in a tone that clearly conveyed the opposite thought even as her inner muscles tightened eagerly around him.

  “Try not to set the bed on fire,” Abaran suggested, and began to move inside her.

  Sybil woke up alone, feeling pleasantly relaxed and a little hung over. When she stretched and rolled over on her stomach, raw silk caressed her naked skin.

  She felt amazingly safe considering she was in a demon's bed. Safety was a concept she clearly didn't grasp. She drummed her fingers or the sheet, and thought about Kadar's conclusion that she'd spent her whole life in danger until now. She'd thought her life bad been perfectly safe until she followed an impulse and found her life exploding in dust and splinters along with her apartment door. If he was right, her view of the world was upside down.

  Her coven hadn't been trying to keep her from blowing the rule of three to smithereens. They'd been fishing for demon magic and keeping her ignorant so she'd make the best bait.

  “So who do you trust?” Sybil asked out loud. The group of wise women she'd known all her life? Or the five men who were seducing her, body and soul?

  Whether she wanted to or not. Sybil needed mi five of them. Abaran had said they didn't want to need her, either.

  Understandable, given what happened the last time they'd allied with a witch.