by Renee Rose
“What am I doing?” My voice is pure gravel.
“Making love to me with a mango.”
I thrust the seed back between her lips. “No, beautiful. That wasn’t making love to you with a mango.” I pull the seed back out and trail it down her neck, between her breasts. I follow with my mouth, licking along the sweet trail of juice I’ve left. “This is making love to you with a mango.”
I drag it all the way down her belly, turn the seed flat side up and rub between her legs.
She cries out and tries to close her thighs but I make a sharp disapproving sound and she stills.
Fates, I’m really doing this.
She whimpers, rocking her pelvis down to grind into the fruit. We both pant as I rub it back and forth over her slit, her juices mingling with the mango’s. The sound is slick, like sex. I pull the mango seed away and bring it back with a slap, spanking her pussy. Her eyes widen and she emits a needy moan.
“Do you need me to clean up my mess, baby?” I slap her with the mango seed again. Our eyes are locked, and I’m hoping she’ll see I’ve reined the wolf in enough to do this for her. My cock may seriously break off it’s so hard, but pleasuring her is a need fueling me like no other.
Her head wobbles in a nod.
Thank the fates.
I drop to my knees beside the bed and lift one of her legs, propping it on my shoulder. With a flat tongue I lap up the mango juice, cleaning it until I get to her natural essence, that tang that makes my blood hum.
This is where I belong.
It’s like my entire life, which has been one giant, walking existential crisis, has been solved between her legs. Pleasuring my female is the only thing that matters in the world. I don’t give a fuck about the elders, or even mind that they wanted this, they plotted it. They’re probably watching it from the window. I only live for those cries of pleasure coming from Sedona’s throat, the way her fingers tear at my hair, urging me on. I make my tongue stiff and penetrate her, then move up to her sweet little clit. I suck on it, flick it, swirl my tongue around it. “Like that, beautiful?”
“No,” she moans, pulling my mouth back to her clit. I smile against her flesh, returning to my chosen duty.
Sensing her urgency, I give her more, screwing one finger into her pussy. She’s tight—unbelievably tight—and she moans on every exhale like she’s about to come. I curl my finger to reach her front wall, sweep it around until I find the place where the tissue wrinkles up when I touch it. Her G-spot.
She screams, rubbing her pussy over my face as her muscles clamp down on my finger in a singularly glorious release.
As if to punctuate the end of the show, the lights in the cell abruptly go out.
Chapter Three
Sedona
As if I wasn’t dizzy enough from my orgasm, the fuckers turned the lights out on us. It would be pitch black to a human. Shifters can see in the dark, so I’m not completely blind.
They must have decided it’s our official bedtime. I cling to Carlos’ head because I need something real and solid to steady myself.
Carlos mutters a curse and eases my leg down from his shoulder. He traces up my thighs with his palms until he reaches my waist. “Okay, ángel?”
“Yeah.” I sound winded. Well, an orgasm will do that to you.
His palm coasts over the curve of my buttocks ever so lightly, then he gives them a squeeze. “All right,” he clears his throat. “I should let you sleep. I’ll take the floor.”
He stands and my stomach flips at the loss of his warmth. “I don’t mind sharing.”
“Oh muñeca. I would kill to share a bed with you, but it would end with me pounding that sweet pussy of yours until the lights come back on. So no, I’ll take the floor.”
Lordy, he knows how to talk dirty. His words skitter over my skin, leaving trails of heat everywhere they touch. The room is still spinning from the best cunnilingus of my life.
No wonder he was offended when I suggested we fool around. A man like Carlos gives everything he has in bed and takes everything in return. He’s a total alpha. Dominant. Demanding. I had no idea that kind of thing turned me on, but it does.
Even though he said he’d take the floor, he’s still standing beside the bed, staring down at me with the look of a starving man. His erection is huge and long, curving up toward his washboard abs.
I lick my lips, the taste of mango still sweet on them. “M-maybe you should take the pressure off. You know, with your hand.”
Carlos exhales audibly. As if he’d been waiting for permission, he immediately fists his cock. “Lie back, doll. Show me what I’m not going to have.”
He must have a streak of masochism along with that dominant swagger.
But who am I to deny him? He just gave me the best orgasm of my life. I lie back on the bed and cup my own breasts.
He growls and starts pumping his thick cock. “Are you going to let me paint you with my cum, muñeca?”
“Yes,” I whisper, before I even know how to answer.
“Sweet wolf,” he murmurs.
I reach my fingers between my legs and stroke my pussy.
Carlos’ growls fill the room. Emboldened, I crawl up, sit on my heels and open my mouth. Carlos slaps the head of his cock against my tongue as he beats off. “Carajo, Sedona. That tongue has been my torture.”
I wrap my hands around his fist and pull his cock into my mouth, closing my lips around his girth and stroking the underside with my tongue.
“Oh fates,” he groans. I suck harder and bob my head forward and back over his length. “Baby, yes. So sweet.” He tunnels his fingers into my hair and then closes them, stopping my head with a gentle tug.
“Such a good girl,” he croons as he slowly pushes his cock in my mouth. I tense, knowing I can’t take his full length. He stops halfway and eases out, then repeats the action. “Mmm, so good.” His voice is deep and raspy. “I can’t believe you offered up that sexy mouth of yours. I’ve been wanting to kiss it since the moment I saw you, Sedona. Now I’m fucking it.”
My pussy clenches. I want him to fuck me, but I know that’s a bad idea. I swirl my tongue around his cock, taking a long pull.
“Enough,” he barks. He sounds angry, and his brows are drawn up tight. He pulls my mouth off using my hair and pushes me onto my back. “Touch yourself.”
No argument here. My pussy is dying for round two. I cup my mons, pushing the heel of my hand against my clit and undulating my fingers over the rest.
Carlos roars and cum shoots out his cock in ribbons, covering my breasts, my belly, my thighs. He paints me with it, as if it gives him pleasure to see my skin decorated with his seed. I arch on the bed, my breasts thrusting toward the ceiling, knees falling wide. He shoves my hand out of the way and slaps my pussy, short, sharp slaps right over my clit. I can’t comprehend how he knows such a thing will satisfy me, but it does. It’s exactly the right intensity, the right speed, the right sensation. Lights flash before my eyes as I explode into a second orgasm, writhing in ecstasy and agony on the bed.
“Sedona.”
Fates, I love the way he says my name.
He falls down on top of me, pinning my wrists, exactly the way I’d imagined, and buries his face in my neck. “Beautiful she-wolf. What will I do with you?” He bites my shoulder, suckles my ear lobe.
Keep me forever.
But that’s ridiculous. Just because a wolf gives a good orgasm doesn’t mean he’s my mate.
No, he can’t help himself because we’re locked naked in a cell together over the full moon. And lord knows, by the time we get out, I won’t ever want to see him again, anyway.
Yeah, that’s a lie, but I don’t want to examine my feelings on the subject. Not now, anyway.
I close my eyes and breathe in Carlos’ scent. It’s like the outdoors—woodsy and clean. And delicious.
Carlos releases my wrists and settles beside me on the bed. I roll into him, accept his arm as my pillow. My nose rubs against the smooth s
kin of his chest. My wolf relaxes. In her opinion, I’m totally safe with him.
I don’t know how we got from fucked-up kidnapping situation to this, but I’m going to enjoy it while I can.
~.~
Carlos
Sedona falls asleep in my arms and it’s impossible for me to rest. Her scent is up in my nostrils, her bare skin touching mine. I’m hard again in minutes. I close my eyes and distract myself by brooding over the elders. I’ve been blind to the problems I’ve seen since I returned to Monte Lobo this month. Things seemed bad, but I didn’t want to think the worst of the council. These men stepped in as role models for me when my father died. They supported my education, encouraged me to spread my wings. Or so I thought.
At the time, I’d been grateful to leave. My mother was going mad from my father’s death and I was too young to take the role of alpha. The elders stepped up to look after her, and I was relieved not to have to see her suffer day in and day out.
Now I see they were getting me out of their way. I didn’t realize just how power crazy and fucked up they were until they pulled this stunt.
When I came home three weeks ago to take my place as alpha, I’d presented the ideas I worked on while I was getting my MBA. In this pack, the alpha doesn’t act alone, he must gain support of el consejo first. It’s always been that way.
The elders tabled most of my suggestions. They had a million reasons why each of my changes wouldn’t work. They urged me to go back out in the world and bring back a mate. Let them take care of business here as usual. As they had for years.
I’ve been frustrated, but I thought I just needed a little more time to prove myself as alpha. I told myself they were reasonable and intelligent men who wanted the best for the pack. But I ignored my gut, which told me el consejo had let power cloud their vision.
This stunt proves it. Purchasing a kidnapped American female and holding her prisoner? Are they insane? She has family who will surely seek revenge, and this pack is ill-prepared for war.
And now I know what they think of me as their leader. I’m nothing more than a virile young stud to repopulate the Montelobo bloodline. A puppet or figurehead for the peasants to follow while they make decisions that profit only them.
I’ve been a goddamn fool. I stayed blind to this situation because I preferred not to see it. Just like I preferred not to return. Since my father’s death and my mother’s mental illness, the atmosphere at the hacienda has become oppressive, but I chose not to figure out why and fix it. I’ve failed my pack, and now Sedona is caught in the middle of a horrific power play.
Sedona sighs and rubs her nose in my chest hairs. My cock stretches even longer.
Maybe I should jack off again. Oh fates, now the image of spilling my essence over her gorgeous breasts careens into my mind and it’s all over. Before I know it, Sedona’s pinned beneath me, my cock straining in the notch between her legs. Her pussy moistens against my thick member, her ass presses against my loins, soft and inviting.
“What the—?”
The urge to penetrate her tight pussy and satisfy my wolf is so great, I can barely reason. Off. Get off her. Now.
I throw myself to the side, panting as if I’ve run a mile. “Lock me up,” I rasp. “Put the cuffs on me, doll, or your innocence won’t survive the night.” I stretch my arm out and lock one wrist in the cuff, then reach the second toward the other cuff. “Do it,” I bite out.
Her hands tremble as it snaps in place, which fucking slays me.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Sedona. I didn’t mean to.” Madre de Dios, I almost claimed the girl.
“It’s okay.” Her voice is shaky. She’s on her knees, her glorious hair falling down across her breasts. She stares down at me. “What makes you think I’m innocent?”
“You said you hadn’t been with a wolf.”
“I’m not prude. And I hate the word innocent.”
I stretch out my palms where they are cuffed. “Sorry.” I can’t decide if this is just the alpha female thing of not wanting to admit any weakness, or if she really is a virgin.
She flicks my ear with her finger. “I don’t have a lot of experience. That doesn’t mean I don’t like sex.”
Oh fates. Did she have to say that? I suddenly want to find out every single thing she likes about it. But anything I do to her in this cell would be akin to rape. She’s here against her will. Thank the fates I’m cuffed and she’s safe from me.
Sedona moistens her lips with her tongue and my hips snap in response. She catches the movement, but rather than frightening her, it makes her smile. “Hmm, I thought we took care of this.” She grips the base of my cock and gives it a shake.
I groan. “Sit on my face,” I plead. I need to satisfy her again, need to taste her nectar.
“I don’t know,” she says in a teasing voice. “I’m not sure you deserve this pussy after the way you just tried to attack me.”
Oh fates. If she goes domme on me, I’m going to smack her ass red when I get out of these cuffs.
And that thought does nothing to ease my throbbing member. How I’d love to have this she-wolf face down over my lap, squirming while I deliver a little pain-pleasure. A correction for taking the lead when it belongs to me.
“Baby, you’d better not be keeping that pussy from me. I need to taste it. Now, muñeca.”
Sedona’s lips curve and her eyelids droop. She crawls up and straddles my face. “This pussy?”
I flick her clit with my tongue. “This pussy.” It’s torture not being able to use my hands, because I want to grip that lush ass of hers and pull her hips down at the perfect angle, but I have to settle with angling my head. I have her at my mercy for a moment, but she pulls her hips up, dancing away when it becomes too intense. She gets to set the pace, which drives me fucking insane.
“Get that pussy back down on me,” I growl, infusing dark authority into my voice.
Her arousal floods her folds as she obeys, and I lap it up, teasing her entrance with my tongue, swirling over her clit.
She grips my cock again and I shudder, nearly coming from the sensation. “I guess I’m supposed to reciprocate.”
“No, beautiful. This is for you.”
She ignores me and leans down, putting her mouth over my cock.
I shout and flick my tongue over her clit like my life depends on it. She slides her hot wet mouth down, lower and lower, slowing when she reaches the back of her throat, then going on.
“Carajo... carajo. Muñeca, tell me you never deep throated those human boys of yours.”
“You like that?” she purrs, but lifts her hips from my mouth and crawls away from me.
“What are you doing? Get back here,” I demand.
She settles between my legs and smiles. “I’m not sure you’re in any position to give orders around here, señor.”
I yank at the chains holding my wrists and she laughs. “Sedona, there are consequences for she-wolves who tease.”
Her smile grows broader. “Oh yeah?” She drops her head to take my cock between her lips again and I close my eyes, the sensation too pleasurable to withstand. She continues her tease, practicing her deep throat skills at her own pace, sometimes pulling off and gagging, but then going right back to it.
My canines lengthen, wolf ready to mark her. I close my mouth and turn my face away, not wanting her to see and be frightened. Not that my Sedona shows fear of much. Considering she’s been kidnapped and held prisoner for days now, her resilience is stunning. Growls reverberate in my throat and I can’t stop myself from jacking my hips up, thrusting into her mouth.
“Uh-uh.” She pulls off entirely and blows on my wet cock. “Who’s running this show?”
I thrash my head from side to side. If I try to speak, it’ll come out a snarl.
“Do you need some time to cool off?”
“No,” I grit through clenched teeth.
She laughs, thoroughly enjoying my misery, and puts her mouth back over my cock. The contrast of th
e cool air and now her moist heat sends me into a paroxysm of pleasure. I snarl, thrusting up into her mouth without control as cum shoots up my shaft.
“I’m coming,” I warn and she pops off, angling my cock so my essence paints her beautiful breasts for the second time tonight.
She uses my cock to smear it over them, then squeezes it between her breasts, letting me fuck them a few times before she releases my dick with a self-satisfied smirk.
“Ángel, I will punish you for that,” I growl.
She grins. “You’re assuming I’m going to let you out of those cuffs.”
I close my eyes with exasperation, but a smile plays on my lips. The lightness in my chest—in my being—is one I’ve never experienced. My whole life has been darkness. Even my time away from this place, was a time for serious study, dedication, hard work, and achievement. And I always carried the burden of Montelobo. But now, in this moment, with Sedona’s teasing smile, I swear I could float off the bed.
But she’s not mine to keep, and if I wish to be a mate worthy of her, I need to figure out how to get her free before she’s dragged down alongside me.
~.~
Council Elder
It’s late but I stand with the four other members of our council outside the prison cell door. None of us will sleep this night. If Carlos doesn’t claim the American she-wolf under the influence of the full moon, their communion will be far harder to ensure.
They’re close—so playful, but we hadn’t counted on his using the shackles on himself.
“Maybe we should turn the lights back on, to make sure they don’t sleep,” Jose suggests. He’d ordered them to be shut off an hour ago thinking it would free them from any repression. While receptive, the she-wolf appeared to be inexperienced. She does not seem so now, though.
“Food,” I suggest. “Let’s send in food. And wine.” Perhaps Carlos will ask for his shackles to be removed to eat. A plate has already been prepared in expectation that Carlos would demand more to eat, so I pick it up. “Juanito, push this through the serving door.”
