by Anna Craig
“Is this pleasurable to you, Cassandra?”
Her gorgeous mate pulled his head back enough so that he could look at her face while his fingers continued their dance in her wet, welcoming body, strumming her toward what felt like would be an epic orgasm.
Cassie had discovered in the past few weeks that she really, really liked having orgasms with Trevor.
“Uh-huh,” she managed to say, feeling her eyelids flutter as her mouth dropped open while she gasped and breathed hard and must look ridiculous.
But Trevor smiled the smile of a man utterly pleased with himself. “Good,” he said. “Then you will like this even better, my sweet, delicious little she-wolf.”
Cassie's nerves and loosening thoughts all jumbled up together at that word. She-wolf. He wanted her to be a wolf, so badly. She didn't completely understand his urgency behind it. Being a wolf would be so—wild. So amazing. So weird. So—
Trevor slid his way down her body and with deliberate intention, licked her clit up one way then back down the other.
Cassie uttered a whimpering scream as his tongue probed the folds there with their ultra-sensitive nerve endings. Every last thought fell from her head and all she knew was him touching her. Soft, wet, broad, his tongue tasted her. Pushing hard, then lapping her again like she was cream and he was the luckiest cat on earth.
“Oh, my god, fuck, yes, yes!” Cassie half rose on the bed when he pushed down her on her hips with one hand, his other hand still busy where his tongue was. She bucked under him, but he easily held her down with only one arm and that merciless, glorious tongue swirling through her, threatening to launch her into a blissful detonation.
She put her hands on his head, flexing her fingers in his hair as his tongue continued to perform the miraculous movements that were about to rip a screaming climax out of her. Her breath hitched as her toes curled and then pointed. From asleep to aroused to on the verge of coming in just moments. The man was—ah, god, the man was—
“Now,” Trevor said against her clit, her swollen lips. “Now.” He hummed against her there, the vibrations catapulting through her.
God, he liked to order her around. Screaming, Cassie did exactly as told and came. Now. Her head about splintered off her body as white lightning seemed to rip through her, exploding through every limb and sizzling up and down her legs in an electric burst. With a keening, moaning cry, her voice matched the pace of her orgasm as it spiraled up, up, up.
She shoved Trevor's dark head against her shameless pussy, demanding every last sweet drop of the incredible feelings wracking her entire body and rendering her momentarily wordless. At this point, she was beyond any potential shame. The past few weeks of orgasms and being naked around Trevor—so far she still drew the line around others—had stripped her of the final bits of silly modesty she'd been raised with.
Her mate murmured something against her still-pulsing flesh as the climax gently, slowly shivered downward. Feeling boneless, Cassie just nodded, even though she knew he couldn't see her.
That was good, yes? His voice echoed in her head.
He'd been doing that more and more. Each time, it felt more natural.
“So good.” Her voice was a bare whisper.
So good, she thought. She felt his pleased response wrap around her mind.
“Excellent,” he said aloud, sounding very satisfied. “I very much enjoy gratifying my mate.” He flicked his tongue at her happy clit, causing her to jump a bit, before slowly making his way back up her body, licking and kissing her softer points along the way.
Cassie automatically sucked in her belly when he reached it, but he didn't even seem to notice. Instead, he lightly tickled her with gentle fingers. She shrieked and arched away from him, letting her stomach jiggle with laughter.
Trevor kept one hand stroking her belly as he settled onto his side next to her, looking at her with eyes still dark from desire. His mate. Yes.
Deep down, Cassie had to admit she was beginning to wish for a little bit more than that. She was looking for the flowers-and-starry-eyed-kisses-and-happily-ever-after part of it all, too. Because...because she was lame like that. Yes, he was her mate, but that was just a wolf pack thing. Not more.
Right?
Besides, Trevor Reginald did not remotely seem like the type of man to give her flowers. Why would he anyway? She opened her legs and came for the man upon command. He didn't need flowers to woo her. Around him, she was an easy ho.
There was one thing she could think of that might change things between them. One thing she'd been thinking about almost nonstop—well, she stopped every time he touched her, but then again she always stopped all her thinking when he did that—for the past two weeks. One thing that made more sense each time she contemplated it.
Swallowing to loosen up her suddenly dry throat, Cassie closed her eyes for a second as she gathered her strength. What she was about to say was coming from a totally sensible place.
Right?
“Trevor.” She held his gaze, her tone so serious his hand quit stroking her belly. He cocked his head a bit at her, waiting.
Inhaling his dark, musky, pure male scent, which threatened to overwhelm all her senses again if she didn't just get this over with, Cassie said the words that would change her life.
“Trevor, yes. Turn me. Turn me into a wolf shifter, like you. I'm ready.”
Chapter 6
The world pressed in on Trevor, squeezing his head as his brain momentarily snapped a synapse at Cassandra's words.
Turn me into a wolf shifter.
His mate, asking him to do the thing that would keep her safe. The thing that would keep her by his side, able to defend herself against any attackers that ever might come again.
Not, he had to admit, that she hadn't been able hold her own fairly well against Thayne and Aliana. His pulse mashed hard against his skin at the thought of his traitorous brother. Cassandra was strong. She could hold her own, yes. Yet being a wolf would ensure she had all the resources necessary to be absolutely certain of her safety.
She smiled at him. His damned heart squeezed tightly in response, along with his cock. His resourceful, beautiful, smart mate held his body as captive as she did his very soul, it seemed. Not that that was something he wished to look at more closely. Bad enough she'd sensed the old memories in him and wanted to know about them. No, turning her into a wolf shifter was about keeping his mate, the mate of the Wicked Mountain Pack alpha, secure. It was a politic move. Of course.
No matter what his meddling sister preferred to say about it instead. At least he'd managed to extract a promise from her she would not share his own secrets with Cassandra. Tamsin had been longing for a sister, another female in whom she could confide. Let them confide about anything else they wished, except this. His weaknesses were his own to share with Cassandra one day.
Perhaps.
Despite the clarity of her sapphire eyes, Trevor saw shadows moving in their depths as well. She was nervous. Afraid of what she'd just agreed to.
He would show her there was nothing to fear.
“Are you, now?” He reached a finger up to her golden hair, tousled against her face. “I wonder what you will look like in your wolf form. We do have golden wolves, you know.”
“Really? I've never seen any.”
The mildly cheeky tone to her words prompted him to smile, but he contained it. “Just because you have not seen any does not mean they do not exist. I also recall you questioned the existence of turned wolves despite never having heard of them.”
His beautiful golden-haired mate squirmed delightfully at that. He allowed himself the enjoyment of feeling her breasts with their taut nipples brush against his arm with her movement. He then threw down the gauntlet she most surely would not expect.
“If you agree to this, Cassandra Wakefield, you must take charge of your own destiny.”
Cassie froze at his solemn words and tone. Carefully, she said, “What does that mean exactly?”
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bsp; Trevor let his gaze wander over her soft lips, the creamy stretch of her neck, her breasts billowing up from her sweet, soft stomach and the deliciously flaring hips. His cock, still semi-hard with unreleased desire from his pleasuring of her, stirred. Allowing the devilish edge of a grin tug up one lip, he let his eyes settle back upon her somewhat wary expression.
“It means,” he said in a voice touched with a low growl of desire, “you shall lead this time. And when I am ready, I shall bite you and change your very DNA, my most lovely, delectable Cassandra.”
~~~
Cassandra's insides clenched with a sharp blast of desire at Trevor's words. She had no idea what he expected her to do, but something in his voice promised a sensual satisfaction no matter what. His voice, velvet smooth with a skiff of roughness around the edges, whispered and curled around her. The banked heat in her body roared back to life, more than eager for a replay of the ecstasy she'd just experienced.
He was going to bite her. To make her a wolf shifter. Her, human Cassandra Wakefield of Wicked Mountain Town. A wolf.
Her mind didn't boggle at the concept the same way it had the first dozen or so times she'd thought about the reality of it. She'd had time to adjust. After all, she saw wolf shifters every day now, and she saw them shift in and out of that form as easily as they changed clothes. Trevor shifted in front of her a lot, too.
But still. A delighted flutter of anticipation rippled over her skin as she thought of the reality of being able to become a wolf anytime she wanted. To run, to jump, to growl and howl and stalk on silent paws.
To mate with this magnificent man in either form.
Cassie couldn't help what she was sure had to be a silly grin as she looked expectantly at Trevor. But instead of reaching for her, he lay back and gave her a look that set her insides on fire in earnest.
“No, Cassandra.” His voice stroked her just like his tongue had. “This is your choice. You lead this dance.”
What—oh. Cassie swallowed. Trevor had led each time in bed—or in the woods, or back in the meadow, and once down by the river, which had been especially fun—which she loved. Now he wanted her to make the first move?
Um, okay.
Tentative, unsure of how to please him, she reached her hand out to his really big cock, which seemed to be getting bigger each moment. But although he groaned when she touched him, he also shook his head.
“Slower,” he said between slightly gritted teeth. “I would enjoy this for a bit longer. Your response to me earlier has me quite ready, Cassandra.”
The bald way he stated his body's needs would have made Cassie blush just a week ago. Now, though, despite the slight feeling of being uncertain, she managed to smile back at him instead. Her next words surprised her. “Then let's keep getting you ready. Sir,” she added, but she also gave him a look with one raised eyebrow to tell him how not-very-seriously she took using that way to address him.
He barked out a chuckle at that, which quickly turned into a sharp inhale when Cassie dragged her fingertips down his chest instead. Circling one nipple with her fingers, she felt a heady burst of power when it hardened. Leaning forward, she took it into her mouth, swirling her tongue over it to the rhythm of his groans of encouragement.
Power sizzled over her, draping her with its electrifying presence. The fact that she could make this huge, strong, and deadly wolf shifter weak in the knees for her, that she could make him tremble and quiver with desire, was like drinking a strong shot laced with explosives.
It turned her the hell on, was what it did. Cassie Wakefield, recent surrender, now claimed by the pack and mate to its alpha, recent kidnap victim, was stronger than she'd ever believed. It felt like a drug, liquefying her insides with the insatiable need to please her mate.
The mate who would soon make her a wolf like him.
Chills of excitement ran down her skin. She closed her teeth around his nipple, gentle but firm. Trevor made a gasping noise and touched his hand to the small of her back, pressing her closer to him. But Cassie pulled back, shaking her head. “No. You said I'm in charge.” Where the hell were these words coming from? They were crazy, but she liked them. “I call the shots, right?”
Eyes heavy lidded and dark, Trevor nodded. Just a bit of stubble shaded his chin and cheeks. She leaned forward to rub her face against him, feeling the scrape first on one side, then the other when she turned her head. The sandpaper feel of it sent a tickle directly between her legs, right to her clit, which was plumping out and slicking up again.
He was just so manly. Such a pure male, full of strength and power. Her big, bad, sexy wolf shifter.
And she had him right where she wanted him.
~~~
Trevor fought to keep his breathing steady, but it was a losing battle. The woman could undo him with a single touch, with one deliberate look from her bright, clear eyes.
Cassandra opened those gorgeous red lips of hers and said, “Lie there and don't move unless I say you can.”
He almost swallowed his own tongue at that. His lovely Cassandra thought to order him around? And in such a bossy, sultry tone?
Oh, she was indeed the one for him. The one who had also agreed to let him turn her. Deep inside, just the thought of her running with him as a wolf, streaking through the moonlit woods and hunting together, howling out their mingled voices from high atop the mountain, set his blood on fire. He longed to simply leap forward and bite her now, sending the power of his alpha-given ability to turn her into a wolf shifter so she could run with him always.
It was only with enormous restraint that he instead obeyed his saucy mate's command and didn't move, despite the increasingly painful hardness of his denied cock. She still looked somewhat tentative, but moment by moment she grew bolder.
Cassandra sat up, regarding him with a thoughtful, hungry expression. Trevor felt his own breathing quicken at that look. His mate was planning something.
“Stay still,” she said, holding up a hand as if he was about to run off.
If he hadn't been so aroused, he might have chuckled at her serious gesture. As it was, he simply nodded. Having her in charge was more than arousing, actually. It stimulated him to a degree he hadn't thought possible.
Cassandra rose to her knees and threw one leg over him so that she straddled his thighs. Trevor's mind promptly stopped thinking as luscious, soft, beautiful woman suddenly was draped all over him. Maddeningly, though, she only touched his thighs with her own, not even resting her full weight on him.
He growled in frustration.
His mate narrowed her eyes at him and shook her finger. “Patience, wolf.” Her voice came out low and rough, indicating her own patience was at an edge as well. The pebbled tips of her nipples, so large and pretty in her gorgeous breasts that he longed to feast upon, told him her own arousal likely matched his.
The sweet yet pungent, delicate yet intense, gloriously female scent of her certainly assured him she was as stirred by him as he was by her.
“Let's first make sure you're ready for me.”
Her voice was so low, so certain, Trevor felt his blood sing at the confidence in her. He opened his mouth to respond—and she leaned down to take his cock into her sweet mouth.
“Ah, fuck.” His voice came out half strangled. “Yes, my Cassandra. God, yes.”
Her lips closed around him, lightly sliding up and down the shaft and causing it to swell even more. When she made a slight humming noise in her throat that vibrated against him, Trevor nearly lost it. Fists clenching in the rumpled bedsheets, he inhaled deeply, willing himself to focus. To be in control.
She left him, drawing a snarl of denial from him. He wanted nothing more than to grab her, to flip her on her back and plunge into her slick, willing heat.
Cassandra, it seemed, had other plans.
“No.” The word was an admonishment. “You said I am in charge. Then let me do this.”
With a sly smile that somehow fit into the expression that still said she was
awed at her own audaciousness, Cassandra lifted herself higher—then, with excruciating slowness, nestled her sweet pussy onto his cock and slipped down onto him.
~~~
When Trevor groaned, his eyes dark as a storm and wild with need, Cassie almost lost it. Being in charge and telling him what to do was definitely a little overwhelming. Trevor always made all the plays in bed, as she had discovered time and time again during the past few weeks. Not that she was complaining at all. God, no. He'd taught her more about the amazing things her body was capable of than she'd ever imagined. And her imagination had already been pretty graphic.
But doing it like this unleashed something in her she'd not even realized was lurking within.
Something like a wild she-wolf, ready to take her mate.
As she slid down his cock, feeling it slip into her with ease despite how darn big it was, Cassie practically felt her eyes roll back in her head. He'd filled her multiple times over the past weeks, yet she craved it more each time. The feel of him entering her. Being in her, almost being a part of her. Connected so closely, so tightly. Skin on skin, heated and slippery and so vulnerable.
Cassie looked down at Trevor. His eyes were still dark, his jaw loosened as he breathed hard, clearly fighting to let her lead this dance. It was utterly crazy how powerful she felt. How alive.
How deeply connected to this man, this wolf, her mate.
He put his hands on her hips, touching lightly. She felt his hands tremble against her. A small sound of pleasure escaped her lips. “You like this, don't you? Feeling me take charge.” Even her voice was stronger. Almost dangerous. To herself, Cassie laughed at the thought of being dangerous. But her body led her, and she was helpless to stop it.
“Mmm,” was his only answer, although the throb from his cock buried inside her said he did indeed like it. A lot.
Slowly at first as she experimented with the rhythm, then faster, Cassie moved up and down on him. Feeling her hair spill around her shoulders, his hands pressing against her hips, she rose and fell, letting the sweet slide of each stroke pull a gasp out of her throat. The crashing warmth, centered where they connected, heated into flames that built to a rising inferno. With each slide up and down his huge shaft, each moment she controlled, she felt wilder and sexier. She'd never ridden Trevor because he'd never seemed to want her to—and frankly she'd always felt a little shy about having her stomach right there in front of his face while doing so.
