by Scott, Talyn
When his hands went to her waist, lifting her over the lip of the tub and into the spray, she scowled at him and said, “I’m not a child.”
Meaning her ex-husband never lifted her or tried and strained his feeble, human back. When compared to Heath, she was a wee one, so he couldn’t imagine how small this Wilson actually was. Mayhap, he was lazy. In this century, most humans were. “Speakin’ of a small child, is it too soon to discuss gettin’ your with bairn?"
“Way too soon!” Her mouth formed a lopsided oval, the water dripping into her eyes. "Maybe never!"
"Just checkin’," he said, laughing and her outrage. "We’ll try for next month then." When Molly made to leave, he caught her with the crook of his elbow, came in behind her, and brought her against his chest. Water splashed over the sides and onto the floor as she struggled with him. "Now settle down, lassie. He slid the shower door across the tracks, effectively closing them in, though it was a tight fit. “Rule number one is no runnin’ from a werewolf. You won't like what happens if you do."
“I still cannot believe werewolves…,” she stopped, shaking her head.
“Believe it.” His Beast took yet another moment to rear its head.
“Okay, I’ll bite.” She finally relaxed against him, her hands resting on his thighs. "What would happen if I ran from a werewolf?"
"I would blister the globes of your ass with my hands." Brushing her hair over her shoulder, he exposed the side of her neck. She moaned when he scraped the tender flesh behind her ear with the tips of his canines.
"I’m trying for outrage but that doesn’t sound half bad.” Her breath hitched. “And honestly, it’s hard to be mad when you’re doing that with your teeth."
The water spray hit the tiled wall as he shifted back, pulling her tighter against his chest. He lifted one of her legs to the tub’s ledge, spreading her wide open and adjusting the faucet so the warm water could further relax her tiny opening. Molly shuddered but didn’t pull away. "Afterwards, I would toss you over the back of the sofa or maybe a park bench, if we were outside, and run my claws down each fiery cheek. Then, with you still on display, I would stand back and admire my handiwork." He splayed his large hand over her stomach, enjoying the rounder flesh beneath her navel.
"If your claws are anything like Ail’s,” she asked, her head lolling to the side so he would again nibble behind her ear, “won't they bring blood?"
"Depending on my mood,” he chuckled against her shoulder. With his blood racing through his ancient body and his Beast clawing to break free of its imposing Druid spells, Heath knew before this night was over that he had to bind Molly to him sexually. Make her crave his touch the way he craved her everything. Beyond this night, he'd systematically work on the rest of her barriers, and after whatever this Wilson had pulled, she had quite a few.
"That's not funny."
"It wasn’t meant to be. Not to worry, though, I would use the backs of my claws. They’re silky and smooth against your tender skin, just like polished onyx. Since you are my true mate, you would naturally respond to them, would even beg for them." Needing her desperate for his touch, He made a slow circle in her sexy pubic hair, going near her clitoris without touching it. Her head went back as she pushed at his hand in an effort to get him closer, but Heath refused. “You’re far different than you realize, Molly. You would respond well to a dominant touch.”
She stilled. “I’m not a sub!”
Another slow circle with his hand, this time he grazed her clit. “In the same way I can sense your unyielding grit, I scent your need to submit,” he leaned down, whispering against her ear, “to your male. You’re tired of being in control, aren’t you?”
Her body went lax. “You cannot be serious.”
"Let’s get serious and find out." Bringing her swollen nub between his thumb and index finger, he rewarded her with a light pinching and then drew back. "Your little nub is so hard and swollen for me." Repositioning his thick cock, he shifted it from her lower back and eased it right between her legs, the proud head sticking up between her thighs. She lifted her hips up and then slid them back down, repeating three times before he stopped her. She growled in frustration. Her desire nearly spiraling out of control as her Heat cranked up, filling the confines of the shower with her arousal scent. "What do you need, my hungry lass?"
"You," she hissed. "Though, I'm a little nervous about all those piercings. I don’t remember feeling anything like those last night.”
She wasn't the only one nervous about his tribal inflixx. “I barely entered you last night,” he admitted. His cock had never been this long and thick. Jayce warned him this would happen, that he’d be larger for his true mate, yet his saliva would open her up for him. Considering Molly’s size compared to his, Heath was skeptical. “I understand your concern, still, I’m gonna take you.”
“Wait,” she moaned when he parted her slick folds with his fingertips, stroking her tender lips, “I don’t remember if you wore one last night, hopefully you did, but you need a condom from this night forward.”
“I’m not putting anythin’ between us.” He pushed his finger inside her core, plunging in and out. “Immortals don’t carry diseases, especially sexual ones. Just relax unto me.”
"You sure?”
“I think I’m old enough to know.” Her sex pulled his long finger high, sucking him to her womb. She was so greedy for it, so ready. He gave her another, gently scissoring his fingers to aid in stretching her for his complete entry.
“Okay, I'm on the pill so...," she offered, letting him know he wouldn’t get her pregnant.
Like a silly, human pill could stop his swimmers! "All on your time, my female,” he said to further relax her, reaching for an amber-colored bar of soap with his free hand. “I am at your mercy." Little did she know, he was about to place her at his mercy, and it was all starting with washing a vampire’s scent from her extraordinary body and lovely tresses. While he still finger-stroked her sheath, he used his legs and torso to turn Molly’s body so she faced the shower wall. “Place your hands flat against the tile, love. That’s it.”
With his knee, he forced her thighs apart. He made fast, one-handed work of soaping her body, never relenting on her pussy, only pulling back whenever she neared orgasm. Molly grew more and more frustrated by each swipe of his fingers and each circle of his soapy hand. With her fine ass now dripping of suds, Heath eased his fingers from her grasping sex and walloped her across the buttocks with the palm of his hand, the sound amplified due to the soap and water. “What a sight,” he murmured. His werewolf riveted by the way she shook for him. Heath could only imagine watching another werewolf take her while he watched on, stroking himself, Molly’s ass jiggling just like this.
Again, he came down on her with a harder slap, going low between her legs, making sure the tips of his fingers touched her nether lips for a sensual zing. She gave an open-mouthed gasp, her head turning to the side as she pressed her temple against the cool tile, but she didn’t protest – only moaned for more. “So you thought you weren’t submissive,” he taunted her. “Hogwash.” He then proceeded to spank her backside with recurring slaps, altering the pattern and strength so she wouldn’t know where the next hand would land or how much it would sting. When her breath caught in her throat and her little hips pushed out, reaching up for his hand, Heath stopped.
“Oh,” she groaned, pressing her mouth into the crook of her shoulder.
“Tryin’ to hide your pleas from me, wee one? I have keen ears.” He covered her reddened bottom with his hand, though instead of continuing with his lover’s spanking, he rotated his palm slowly. “Show me the brave Molly that I know. Tell me all your desires and I will live for nothing more than to grant each and every one.” He brought his other hand to her ass and gently but firmly squeezed her halves together, closing her dark crevice. “Do you crave your lover’s amatory discipline?” he dropped his voice a husky octave, pressing his lips against her nape. She tried to circle her hips,
but he held them firmly within his grasp, only lifting them a bit to stretch her sex. “With your mouth, say it.”
A cry came from deep in her throat, from the true Were female within her. “It seems that I do.”
So this was new to her, a heavy hand from her lover. Good, he wanted to be her first and last master as well as her friend and lover. Heath wanted to be everything Molly needed, which was the way of werewolf mates.
In quick movements, he brought her from the steaming shower. After turning off the water with his mental will, he dried her completely, was proud to groom his very own lass. She stood quietly, taking him in, watching the way he learned her body. Gently, he carried her to the large bed that consumed most of the tiny flat and deposited her there. “I wish we were in Scotland, where I could take you properly in my own bedchamber. Stoke the fire and place you on an endless fur before the hearth, watchin’ your hair flicker red in the firelight as I’m pushin’ into you.”
“I would love to see your home someday.”
“I would love to take you there.” Where they could raise their future family amongst his clan, he added silently. Just the thought of putting a babe on Molly made him unbearably harder.
“Speaking of fires and pushing into me, you’ve teased me mercilessly, without giving me a single orgasm.” Sucking her bottom lip between her teeth, she warned him, “My Laird Faden, pay back’s a bitch.”
“I still need you softer to accept my size. Open your legs.” Without hesitation, she complied. “Wider.” At that point, Molly blinked a few times, thinking too hard, before dropping her knees to her sides. He put his knee on the edge of the mattress and traced the hungry mouth of her sex with a light fingertip, pondering the enjoyable hours he would spend earning her trust. “Perfect.” He tugged on her slippery lips with his forefinger and thumb. “When we’re alone in this way, never close your thighs.” Trailing his arousal-dampened fingers from her sex, he slowly roamed her body. Moving upwards across her soft belly, then sprawled the deep valley between her breasts, traveled up the pulse-driven column of her throat before he stopped at her lips. “Taste.” Moss-colored eyes flared with a combination of outrage and yearning, nevertheless her mouth clamped firmly shut. “Ah, lass, you don’t know what you taste like?”
“No.”
Heath brought the offering to his own mouth, licking ever trace of her musty sweetness while dropping his eyes and watching her nether lips growing thick before his eyes. “You’re swellin’ with a rush of blood, feel that, your body preparin’ itself for me.” He found his mouth suddenly on hers, plunging deeply, and forcing Molly’s taste he found so delicious in her reluctantly curious mouth. She moaned, twirling her wee tongue around his. Her hands found his hair, tugging, drawing him closer and deepening their richly pungent kiss.
“Here,” he breathed, pulling away and stretching out next to her. From there, he guided her body atop him, flipping her, until she straddled his face. “I know you cannot take me completely inside your tiny mouth.” Heath spoke against her sex, “but feel free to suckle my throbbin’ head. We’ll get to know each other more personally this way.” With her first tentative lick, his cock discharged a single burst of hot liquid. He pressed his face against her pink flesh, relishing what she smelled like. His. That was all he could think – she smelled like his. In his waking dreams as a youngling male, he climbed the castle’s keep to jack himself under the stars, pondering upon the scent for which he longed.
“You have such a pretty pink clit,” he praised, listening to her suck in a breath when he nipped her sensitive bud. He thrust his middle finger inside, circling, stretching, but it was no use. Heath would have to elongate his werewolf tongue to dilate her sheath, which would eat up some of the spell, which would further encourage his Beast. “Spread your legs wider,” he demanded against her dripping flesh, his muscles straining as she took more of his cock in, past the first tribal boring. “Even wider,” he grunted, his Beast growling a warning inside his skull. Then he shoved his elongated tongue straight into her starving opening, swirling his tongue until he found that swollen inner place of her – her spot, and he laved it lazily with the tip of his rougher, Were tongue. Many females described the texture of their males’ tongues as similar to a feline. And by the sounds his lass was makin’, she liked it just fine.
With a groaning plea, Molly’s entire body went on lockdown, her mouth stopping on his cock, just cradling it without releasing it. Gently, he thrust up and down inside against her lips as he continued circling her with the tip of his tongue in small circles on her g-spot. The dual sensations were maddening for his werewolf, him in her mouth, her in his mouth, the tastes, the textures, the smells. Nevertheless, with his immortal senses he mastered them perfectly, better than a human could.
She was bordering on climax, without going over. He could help her with that. With gentle fingers, Heath caressed her still reddened ass, sensing his cock rising up harder in her mouth. A warning from his Beast erupted with a solitary growl that couldn’t be passed off as sexual lust, right when Molly’s sweet pussy finally clenched around his tongue, milking it as she shuddered with a nearly violent climax. Gasping without crying out, as though she couldn’t find the strength to form any sound.
He wasted no time disengaging them and flipping her wee body onto the bed, positioning her face down with her hands under her breasts. Then he brought her fine ass high and nudged her legs apart with his knee.
“It’s too sensitive now,” she breathed.
And for him, it was far too late. One breath in…one slow exhale. His claws sprouted when he opened her red and swollen lips for his entry. Two breaths in…one slow exhale. His canines lowered, dripping to bite the tender flesh between her neck and shoulder. Three breaths in…one slow exhale. His werewolf’s eyes reflected across the wall, lighting up the room. Heath heard her startled gasp but he could do nothing to comfort her. All he could do was follow the guttural demands of his Beast.
“H-heath.”
He went three inches in, spearing her with his severe erection, rolling his first three borings over her slicked walls. He felt each of her ridges as he pressed on, his borings caressing them like no piercing could have. He covered every part of her body, enclosing himself over her. She sensed his change, his mid-transformation, neighboring full transformation. He was far larger now; every muscle in his body three times its humanoid size. And he was, at least, a foot taller. He couldn’t stop his bestial pattern of breathing. Now, three breaths in…one slow exhale. He couldn’t stop his mouth when he sucked her shoulder, preparing her for his bite. He couldn’t stop his cock as he delved in until he reached her lips with his heavy sack, his shaft claiming her all the way to her womb.
“I’ve never…felt this full,” she whispered, her body softening further under his relentless invasion. With his clawed hand, he reached underneath her and tickled her wide areolas with the backs of his claws, which, in turn, coated his cock and balls with her fresh moisture.
“Always.” From this moment on, she would always be full. He reared back his hips and drove back into her. “Take all of me, my mate.” Hard demanding thrusts followed as she unconsciously spread her legs wider, taking him in as no one else had before, his mate accepted all of his long thickness. “I’m going…to…make you mine.”
He scraped his claws along the under swells of her swollen breasts before lowering his hand to trail her abdomen. With each increasing plunge, she cried out for him. His cock now moved in and out of her feminine slickness with breakneck speed, even for a werewolf. He reached between her legs, and this time, when he pinched her honeyed clit, he used the sides of his claws, twisting as he did so.
“Heath!”
“Give it to me, Molly.” He nipped her shoulder, dragging his canines back and forth across the tender area. When she cried out with a brutal orgasm, he bit down, breaking through the delicate skin and soft tissue. He groaned as her pussy convulsed around his sex, sucking him high the way she had with his
fingers in the shower. Then the clenching began. “Ah, dammit to hell!” As his eyes rolled back, he nearly lost all consciousness to his werewolf, which would have been a total disaster for everyone on the island, much less his mate. All this time, he thought he was well prepared for the phenomenon of her female clenching, yet he nearly couldn’t deal with this extraordinary, foreign sensation. With his canines still buried deep inside her shoulder, Heath shook her with his mouth as he picked up his pace, exercising his dominion over his mate. Just as he lost his seed within Molly in fierce waves of marking, he somehow released his bite and brought his more human voice forward. Heath whispered something he’d held in his heart for weeks. “Molly, my lass, I love you.”
Chapter Ten
Power fed power, and Marco Island was abuzz with threads of flickering miasma. For nearly ten minutes, Ail and Bane trudged a long underground passage with Arian’s Viking brothers, Rune and Terje, in the lead. Bringing up the rear was Gage MacGelton, which, in a situation like this, was never a good sign. Even more astonishing, Ail could smell Mason somewhere ahead in the underground facility, which left him scratching his head. This so-called meeting sounded more in the lines of an execution, with powerful males from his Pack and family circling him, protecting him. At least, it was beginning to feel that way. Again, he attempted to reach for Bane’s mind, in the way of their private communication, but his brother blocked him.
