Beauty and the Brute [Werescape III]

by Skhye Moncrief

  Illinois Territory's side of the Missouri River.

  One little thing like mating could drastically change a person's world. Just like The Divide could drastically affect our travel time. These outpost Shifters used hovercraft to secretly shuttle people up and down the Missouri at night. Now to convince them to run us northwest to South Dakota. Then we'd cross the Territory to the Black Hills. As long as the hovercraft hadn't departed upstream already. But time was always the singular component of any venture that bit my tail.

  “How much longer?” she asked softly.

  “Watch for the water.” That should keep her busy. Poor thing. We spent most of our time on horseback. That left little time for entertainment outside of our breaks throughout the day and our exercise at night.

  “I think you passed it up,” she said. “I see water back to our left.”

  “Let's go.” I pulled Trance's reins until he turned to straighten out his body with his thick neck.

  Water gleamed in the distance between trees.

  “God, I hope that boat's there. I'm so sick of riding horses,” she droned.

  How could I blame her? It took a lot of endurance and determination to sit a horse as long as we had. And she didn't ride horses often. “Let's find the post.”

  “I could use a bath.”

  What a waste of time. “Why do you need a bath?”

  “You're an animal.”

  If anyone else called me an animal, I'd take offense. But uttered from her sexy little mouth meant I'd covered her in her woman's scent so much she worried she stank. That lovely note was as seductive as her grabbing my ass.

  My cock swelled three sizes.

  At least. I'll blame it on Wolf and his ridged werewolf cock. Bigger all the way around. And he couldn't stay in the chasm when his mate trembled from impending orgasm. Not to mention, our two weeks travel were more about Wolf's Mating Fever than anything else.

  Besides, what's wrong with a Shifter and his mate's scent? I liked everyone downwind knowing

  Beauty was mine. Alas, my mate had her ideas about life. Not to mention, I could have my way with her during the stop. “Alright. Since an animal doesn't understand cultural things like a good woman does, you'll have your bath.”

  A demonic chuckle escaped Beauty. “You just want to have sex, you animal!”

  She had the funniest sense of humor. Sex humor that is. I'd nurtured it like a growing flame in a bundle of moss and plant fibers on a windy day. Scoffing should have worked to quiet her at this point. Would have turned away the wisest warrior. Not my mate. She just playfully smacked my upper arm.

  Feeling playful, no doubt.

  All the better. When we reached The Divide, she'd be sorry she made fun of all the time we had together. To bond. To explore each other. We would have to keep our attraction to ourselves around the other Shifters. It wasn't nice to tease those lacking mates. “Listen,

  Lorelei.” I caught her green gaze over my shoulder.

  “What?”

  “When we reach the outpost, you and I mustn't taunt the unmated with clinging, kissing, or be caught during mating.”

  “Etiquette is important. And you say I'm the cultural expert.” She snorted. “See, you just want to mate.”

  Oh, yes. And when I have her on the ground, gasping for breath incapable of movement after a few orgasms, she'll be thinking of nothing but the next chance I get to fit her moist heat like a glove to my cock again.

  Her wily hand slid beneath my waistband and wriggled through the shirttail I stuffed there.

  As if I were the only one with an animal's sex drive. I eyed her over my shoulder. “Looks like you have a wild hair yourself.”

  She blinked innocently and curled her fingers around my swollen shaft. “You're the one who brought it up, my dear.”

  I'll my dear her. Right over at the nice little break between the trees. I steered Trance straight for the glistening water.

  Her handhold tightened. The pad of her thumb rubbed across the smooth bulge of my cock's head. “I love it when you get an idea stuck in your head.”

  Perfect statement for a cocky comeback. “Sweetness, give me a few minutes, and my head will be happy to plant my idea deep inside your womb, one searing burst of seed at a time.”

  She cackled, stroking my firm length with a gentle touch. “Such idle threats.”

  Beauty had turned into a sex fiend. “I've ruined you.”

  “For everyone else,” she whispered. “But I feel like I got the prize.”

  If she only knew how few men stumbled upon a virgin mate who purred when melting in their arms. And people thought I was insane for roaming the continent. Not with my content wannabe she-wolf. I had only found her because I wandered.

  Play, Wolf yapped.

  Well, we'd better take care of everybody, or there'd be no rest for the wicked with a leaping

  Wolf and touchy-feely woman under foot. I drew up on the reins and slid from the saddle to take care of a heated burst of Mating Fever.

  Wrenching my erection. Accidentally.

  Well, we'll take care of that. I grabbed Beauty's sinister little smile from the saddle and descended to sit on my tail with her straddling my lap.

  She frowned. “I've been straddling that horse for hours. Can't we go swim? Stretch our legs?”

  As if I didn't have stretching in mind. “Undress, little enchantress.”

  * * * *

  Lorelei yanked her tank-top's hem from where it was tucked into her pants and pulled the ribbed fabric over her head. To speed up things for her sanity. Some Shifters apparently liked to torture their mates. He was watching. Always watching. But not doing anything with his fingers pinching one of his shirt's buttons still in its buttonhole. What was he thinking? I

  tossed the shirt aside.

  His eyes flashed into a golden burn.

  Well, I'm getting to bathe. Or else. “I don't care if we do it first or last, but I better get a bath, Brutus.”

  “The pants.” He nodded.

  Always a strip show. I'd get his goose. I reached for my bra's little hook between my breasts.

  He growled. “Pants.”

  Gooseflesh tickled down my arms.

  The ornery sound he made always gave me a chill. It wasn't meant to scare me. Rather, show me how serious he and his Wolf were. And there was nothing more pleasant than a serious

  Shifter intent on mating. The tease. I rolled my eyes, rubbing the small metal closure.

  He snarled, snatched me against the soft cotton covering his solid chest, and sank his hot warm mouth to the sensitive bend in my neck.

  Oh the mixture of delicious sensations. The scrape of his circle beard. The suction. His tickling tongue. I couldn't do anything but loop my arms around his shoulders and hang on.

  Begging for more thorough commands for submission.

  His hands worked even more magic, sliding down my back with the touch of a feather, grabbing my ass, pulling me into the only thing that could have made my eyes open. As he so loved to taunt, the bone he offered his Wolf.

  I'm fortunate Wolf shares.

  He leaned me back over an arm, marching reverent kisses down to the straight edge of my black bra's cup.

  His favorite. I could barely keep my hands curled around his neck as far as he'd leaned me backward away from his body. But he'd move down. So wonderfully down. Who'd complain? I

  just kept my eyes shut and waited for him to melt everything inside me into a pile of mush at his feet.

  Those sharp teeth of his nipped my breast's delicate skin.

  Over and over. Promising how they'd work the tightness out of my nipples just a little bit over, under the bra's satin. The only thing worse was the gentle rock of a horse between my legs while I clung to mate's steely muscles. I ached so damned bad down there that I'd probably come the second he touched me. There.

  He gurgled a content growl. “I smell you, Beauty.”

  The hot breath of his making my skin sizzle. “Well, then
you better get my pants off before they're too wet to remove.”

  Growling louder, he leaned me all the way back to lie atop his legs, rubbing his huge hands down my belly, down to stroke the tops of my thighs, back up to dink around with the button on my jeans. “Do you want me to take these off, Beauty?”

  Whatever kept him busy with those hands on me.

  “Beauty?” He chuckled.

  “What's that you complain about? Me being all talk and no action?”

  “Ask nicely,” he warned.

  I grabbed the button. “Oh, you big tease, please!”

  He swatted my hands away. “Mine.”

  Mine. Mine. Mine. “Then you'd better get busy and do something to make certain it gets offered to you again.”

  He moved fast as the wind.

  My pants were off.

  His chest pressed against my ribs.

  Those golden Shifter eyes challenging me to blink.

  “I'm going to bathe in your Well, little mate. And when I finish, I intend to rub our scents all over you. Make certain you're as clean as you'll ever need to be.” His tickling fingers trailed to my pulsing clit, circling it once. “And if you're really good, I'll pop this little gem with my teeth.” The fingertip dipped down to the flinching slick hole of my sex.

  Would he not get on with this before I orgasm just from the mere thought of his promises?

  “You're so wet for me.” He kept studying me.

  Rather, my reaction. All I could do is whimper, my hips bucking against his attentive hand.

  “What do you want, Beauty?”

  My scent on his face. His amazing hardness filling me. Pumping wildly. Coming inside me. The world exploding with us together.

  “Can I feast on you, sweetness?”

  Yes. “Yes.” I nodded.

  “That's it. Raise those legs. All the way.” He growled low and steady, repositioning between my bent knees, placing that big hand over my nether lips.

  Now.

  Touch me now.

  My hips arched.

  Reaching up as high as I could to try to make skin-to-skin contact. Just for a moment. One blessed fraction of a second. To snuff the need.

  Then he was there. Fingers. Swirling tongue. Oh. God. The sharp teeth. I tried to lie still. To give him unobstructed access the way he preferred. Demanded. But he'd just growl and keep devouring me if I shifted positions. I threw my leg over his shoulder.

  He snarled, licking, nibbling.

  Making me jitter. Too engrossed with his Wolf to do anything though. I tossed the other leg over his other shoulder and rocked against his teeth's blunt hardness.

  Another snarl ripped from him.

  He tried to move.

  Not yet. I shoved up and held his shaved head against my sex. “Don't stop.”

  And all the mind-numbing body-quaking his mouth set off in me reduced me to a woman riding her man's mouth just to burst her little gem of a clit against his teeth. Yes. Any second. I would scream. His mouth would keep eating me. Until I'd come so many times I

  couldn't hold myself up. Crying. Fidgeting. Oozing with silken moisture to assist his oversized

  Wolf cock's penetration. And he'd say all those little naughty things that would make me come again with his full rigid Wolf thickness inside me.

  I couldn't breathe.

  Couldn't rock my hips fast enough.

  The delightful wave of ecstasy rose, towered, slammed against my soul, washed over me, rippled through me. Left me shuddering with a stiff arched body wrapped around my mate's head as the flood waters slowly seeped away.

  My body hummed.

  For him. For the ribbed Wolf cock I knew he would wedge inside me.

  So damned amazing. Not a freak of nature. No. Mine. All mine.

  He shoved my legs off his shoulders and began crawling his gurgling hulking mass up my length.

  I knew better than to move. Not until he thrust himself inside me. Then I could ease his passage. Shake. Help him find the little bundle of nerves nested deep within my womb that he loved to toy with until spasms along my inner channel drove him insane. So out of control that my big brute spilled his seed inside me. So unable to move if I wanted to after he'd stolen away my ability to escape.

  His hot mouth slammed down over mine as I propped myself up with my arms behind me, him between my legs, looming over my body like a half-starved wolf.

  Begging for sustenance.

  Filling my senses with the salty smell and taste of my sex.

  His muscled chest shoved my still-numb body backward with an arm wrapped around my waist.

  Carefully. So very gently. His way with me.

  He rammed his inflexible rod inside me.

  Almost to the iron balls of its incredible root. God, being impaled on his erection only made my body unfurl more billowing heat. Yes. More liquid fire to help him glide deeper. So bloody deeper.

  His hips kept trying to shove him farther.

  Impossible. But such an incredible pressure against my sex while his tongue swept through my mouth. Pillaging. Always reclaiming.

  Only a fool wouldn't crave reclamation.

  He threw back his head, kneeling low to the ground, chest shoved up at arm's length.

  So damned gorgeous, lost in his own self-gratification.

  The blessed pumping began.

  Almost all the way, he dragged his cock along my aching channel, out to the very tip, then rammed that torture stick back inside me. My soul shuddered from the rod's ridges, the texture noting his Wolfen hairs were about to sprout all over his body. But what can a simple

  Normal woman do when a Wolf mates her? Lie still and let him have his way with her. As many times as he wants. Especially when Wolf rose to steal her breath away.

  Brutus took my hips in hand, rising up onto his knees, guiding my hips where he wanted them to maneuver for his easy access.

  I didn't care. Didn't do more than prop my hips up with my feet beneath my bent knees.

  Wanting more. Gasping for air while he pounded into my quaking flesh.

  Hot. Everything was so fiery hot.

  I shook. I whined. I trembled in his broad hands.

  More.

  He snarled at the blue sky.

  Stabbing me inch by glorious inch. Until nothing but the burst of immeasurable pleasure griped every cell in my body and squeezed.

  My body arched with a jolt of bliss.

  Like a thousand mosquitoes bit me all at once. Zapping from every direction. Even my nipples beaded as if I wanted him to start all over.

  His body froze, bending over me where he'd thrust the incredible cock to the absolute bottom of the Well he spoke of so often.

  Time stood still. I think.

  His steel lance jerked inside me.

  He gasped for air as if he were in pain and snapped back to life, plunging, planting one astonishing burst of life at a time with each lunge and thrust.

  Filling the Well. Thank God. The way my back arched, the way he clutched my hips to his grinding groin, I didn't care if life took hold or was stolen completely from me. I just wanted to match his body's desperate movements. Make him feel as perfect as he made me feel.

  Our dance of joining slowly died though.

  Whether we wanted it to or not. His jerking motion and my exhaustion were the telltale signs of the death of our enthusiasm. Life and death used hand in hand. Two sides of the same coin. A coin I never wanted to spend.

  Trade Brutus, never. Was this love?

  Perhaps.

  As gorgeous as the man was, this was definitely lust.

  He groaned, leaning over until his forehead rested on my breast. “Gods-damn, Beauty.” He sighed, nothing more than a mass of bulging muscles. “What did I do before Wolf found you?”

  Interesting question. The answer even more intriguing. “Do you think he had been looking?”

  He lifted his head until his brown gaze met mine. “Oh, yes. He had a wicked case of wanderlust. And now that I've got you
, he's happy as hell.” He lowered my hips to the hard ground and walked his hands along my length until he stretched out on his side beside my body.

  A little smile tugged at one corner of his mouth.

  “What are you thinking?” I asked.

  “How we don't have time for a bath.”

  Oh. The man was evil. I dug my elbows into the earth and shoved his solid chest with a palm.

  “That isn't funny.”

  The dolt burst out laughing. “I think it is.”

  “You would.” I shoved myself to my feet and turned to find the soap.

  “Now, where are you going, Little Sassy?”

  “Don't call me names when you're the liar.” I threw a flap open on a saddlebag and thrust my fingers into the odds and ends to feel for a round lump of soap.

  Hands snatched my waist from behind.

  The world shifted.

  Whirling. I flew. Landing over the big brute's shoulder. “Put me down, Brutus.”

  He chuckled. “When I'm good and ready.”

  I could only see his perky ass and Trance's hooves.

  Blood started running to my inverted head. He always did this to me. Just hauled me around like a deer carcass. “Please?”

  He stepped the opposite direction. “That's more like it. Manners suit you.”

  The upside-down world rocked like we rode Trance.

  I'd squeeze his ass if it would get me what I wanted. Revenge. But touching that iron mass of muscle only landed my back on the ground again. And I'm taking my bath! “Brutus,” I

  scolded.

  “Just a minute.”

  “Where are we going?”

  “I'm going to bathe you. Then we're heading out. We've got to reach The Divide before nightfall. If the Shifters are heading out today, it'll be after dark.”

  He descended beside the shimmering water, settling my butt on his meaty thigh.

  Good thing. The broad river was beyond intimidating. I couldn't make a thing out on the other side.

  “I won't let anything happen to you,” he casually noted.

  “You always say that.” Like I was his child he needed to calm. But he probably sensed my abrupt shift in emotion caused by the wide river.

  “Have you ever seen a river like this?” He plopped the soap into my palm and dragged a tin coffee cup through the cloudy water next to his knee.