No Remorse

by MaryLynn Bast

  Suddenly, she heard a soft snore and looked up to see that he had fallen asleep. Amber wanted to kick herself for letting her thoughts run away with her. She felt the stirrings of her wolf urging her to mate with the man, the wolf, in her bed.

  Mentally, she hissed silently. Calm down! Leave me in peace for tonight! With one last mental shove, she felt the feelings subside, but not fully retreat. Her body still felt restless, as if the wolf was pacing inside of her. It seemed to take forever, but she finally calmed down enough for Amber to relax as she listened to Blake’s even breathing and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. She allowed her breathing to match his, her heart rhythm to beat with his, and she drifted to sleep with his arm still around her.

  In her dreams, her solid black wolf ran through the meadow, bounding through the tall grasses and wildflowers. Looking over to the side, Amber saw the large black and gray wolf joining her race towards the trees. When he came alongside her he shortened his stride to match hers. They rubbed their sides together without faltering, and continued.

  They ran playfully together, veering left, then right as they ran. Amber knew that the wolf who had joined her dreams was Blake’s. She had seen the large black and gray in her dreams before, but never knew who he was. He never got close enough for her dream wolf to smell him. Now that she remembered his scent, Amber allowed Blake to run with her in her dream world.

  She slowed her pace to a lope, then eventually to a walk. Blake’s wolf took her cue and slowed to a walk beside her. They were both breathing heavily, their tongues lolled out the side of their mouths as they panted. Amber’s wolf stopped and rolled over onto the ground, stretching, kicking her legs. Blake’s wolf walked around her, looking down at her. He made several circles watching her while keeping constant awareness of their surroundings to ensure there was no danger.

  Amber’s wolf felt safe with Blake’s and wiggled her back in the tall grass. She yipped playfully and Blake responded by pouncing on top of her. Frolicking like young pups, without a care in the world. The two wolfs twisted and rolled, nipping and biting each other gently as they tumbled on the ground.

  The black wolf jumped to her feet with the black and gray following quickly behind. Amber sprinted to the taller grass, swerving from side to side while she ran. Looking back at him over her shoulder, she saw the black and gray’s teeth were showing in a smile. Blake cut her off as she played hide and seek through the grass. When he got close enough he grabbed her by the scruff of the neck. Her wolf tensed for a moment, but submitted to the powerful male by crouching submissively to the ground. Blake’s snout nuzzled her neck, licking while he lay down beside her.

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  Amber awoke from the dream with a smile on her face. She had never had such a dream and her wolf was elated. Slowly opening her eyes, she became aware that Blake was leaning on his good arm and was nuzzling her neck. Alternating kisses with small bites, he flicked his tongue across the sensitive area behind her ear, then moving to her ear, drawing the lobe into his warm wet mouth.

  Her body trembled involuntarily with the sensations, her nipples hardening instantly while the juncture between her thighs tingled, rapidly becoming moist. Her wolf was close to the surface and she urged Amber on. It didn’t take much encouragement. Moaning, she wrapped her arms around Blake’s neck, turned her head nuzzling his neck in return and was rewarded with his answering moan.

  Miraculously, the buttons on her shirt slowly came undone while he continued nibbling on her neck. His hands explored the red lacy bra covering her firm breasts. He pushed the long necklace she wore out of the way as his fingers brushed the swell at the top of the bra.

  She pulled back realizing that he was using his injured arm to caress her. “You’re going to hurt yourself.’

  Preoccupied with kissing his way down the front of her chest, he mumbled. “Wolf, remember? We heal faster than humans.” His tongue lashed out and flicked the hard nipple that strained against the thin material causing her body to spasm in response. “It’s a little sore, but nothing I can’t handle,” he continued, his fingers lightly pinching her through the bra, causing her to arch her back in pleasure, giving him more access.

  Her body was on fire. Amber had never been touched so intimately. Her fingers dug into Blake’s hair clutching him to her breast with a moan. Her skin rippled as her wolf stayed close to the surface, heightening her senses.

  Blake pulled back and looked into eyes that were dilated, almost black with desire. He felt the ripple of fur beneath her skin and looked at her in amazement.

  She reached up and pulled his mouth down on to hers, not giving him time to think or ask questions. He responded immediately to her aggression, slipping his tongue across her lips until she opened her mouth to receive his velvety wetness. His tongue explored her mouth and her tongue reached out and slid across his in a caressing sweep. He growled and deepened the kiss.

  His hand slid down the firm muscles of her stomach to the jeans she still wore. He hesitated, giving her the chance to object. When she didn’t stop him his hand continued over the top her jeans to her zipper and down further until he cupped the warm core of her body. He pressed softly with his fingertips and her hips rose up to meet his hand, as if they had a mind of their own.

  Pulling his mouth from hers, he eased himself down the front of her open shirt and kissed the lace of her bra, running his tongue along the lines his fingers had taken. She tried to sit up to grab him, but he pushed her back on the bed.

  “Relax, baby, let me explore,” he said roughly as his mouth clamped down on the rosy bud that fought for his attention through the lace.

  Amber had never known such pleasure existed. She had seen movies, but had never allowed anyone close enough to want them to touch her. She craved his touch. She wanted him to continue.

  Blake pulled the bra down and exposed her full breast to his exploring tongue and mouth. His hand continued to gently stroke the heat between her legs. Alternately, he ran his hand over the wetness that soaked through her jeans, to her stomach and back again. He couldn't get enough of touching her.

  The tongue flicking across her hard nipple caused her to writhe beneath him in desire. When he pulled away, she moaned in displeasure pulling him back to her. He pulled the bra down further, exposing her other breast and lavished attention on that one, as he had the first one.

  Shifting his weight, he pressed his hardness against her leg. Feeling the bulge in Blake’s pants, Amber wanted to touch him, but every time she reached for him, he pushed her hand back. “Let me love you, baby. Just relax and enjoy.”

  Her wolf was so close, but she knew that she would not force the change. The wolf encouraged her forward, pushed her to mate with the man, the wolf, in her bed. Amber was hot, her whole body felt flush when his hand unbuttoned her jeans to slide inside. His strong fingers lightly brushed her hot mound, sliding gently across the folds of her entrance. Her eyes opened wide when the tip of his finger gently touched the hard bud, sliding slowly against the moist wetness.

  He watched her face from where he suckled at her breast. From her wide-eyed look, he knew she had never been touched like this before and his heart sang. His hot mouth left her breast and she started to sit up again, to reach for him, but he put his hand on her stomach and held her in place.

  “Wait? Blake I have never,” she stammered her face flushing with embarrassment.

  “I will never hurt you,” he promised as his mouth kissed down her stomach to the opening of her jeans. His tongue licked at the tender skin at the top of her womanhood.

  When he removed his hand from inside her pants, she protested. Laughing softly at her reaction, he reached for the waistband of her jeans. He saw the hesitancy in her eyes.

  “Tell me now, Amber. Tell me now or I can’t promise I’ll be able to stop later. You are too damned beautiful,” he told her in a husky voice from where knelt between her legs, looking up into her face.

  Blake could see the war she fought inside her head.
Her face was an open book. His hands rested on her waistband, waiting for her to make the decision.

  Amber stared into the caramel eyes that watched her and couldn’t help but think that he had turned into such a beautiful man. Her wolf reached for his wolf. She wanted him. Smiling shyly, she nodded her head.

  “Are you sure?” he asked, excitement in his voice. He waited anxiously.

  In response, she lifted her butt from the bed, placing her hands on his helping to push her pants past her hips. Blake eagerly slid her jeans down so his mouth could kiss the matching red panties she wore underneath. He cut his eyes up at her and smiled. He was right when he had guessed that she would not be the frilly panty type. He was pleased--the red thongs fit her shape nicely.

  Amber shivered when his tongue darted out and tasted her wetness through the thin cloth. He continued licking while his hands slid the pants down her legs. She was forced to lift her legs to allow him to pull them down her ankles and off her feet. With her limbs in the air he grabbed her thighs and spread them, so her legs were on either side of his hips. He eased her feet down to meet the bed. Doing this opened her thighs and gave him better access to the delicate sweetness between her legs. Blake sat back and looked down at her laying open for him to see. He stared down at her, then back up into her eyes. Although the panties covered her, she felt exposed and wanted to close her legs. He felt her slight movement and his hands held her firmly in place.

  “Don’t, I want to look at you. You are even more beautiful than I imagined and sexy as hell!” He told her with heat in his eyes.

  Amber drew in a sharp breath, her eyes meeting his. She was surprised that he had thought of her this way. She never thought of herself as being beautiful or sexy, but was happy that he did.

  Blake kissed her knee, his hand gliding up and down her thighs. Licking and nibbling while Amber squirmed on the bed. Holding firmly onto her legs while his mouth came closer to the wetness between them, he drew in a deep breath, smelling the scent that was all Amber. Quickly, dipping his head, his hot mouth covered the red silk material that hid her hot center. Her hips arched with excited pleasure as he sucked and licked her through her panties.

  She felt his fingers slide under the scrap of fabric to caress the wetness between her legs, his mouth following as the material slid to the side. His tongue slipped through her moist folds and found the hard little bud. Her body trembled in anticipation.

  Amber felt her womb clench tight when his tongue licked slowly across her most sensitive spot. His velvety tongue did a slow dance on her intimately while she writhed in sensual pleasure on the bed. Her hands were buried deep his in hair, holding his head in place, moaning, she tossed her head from side to side at the unexpected sensations that gripped her body. Her legs worked up and down on the bed, wanting to push away from the torture of his sweet tongue, yet pushing her hips up to meet the long tender strokes.

  Her eyes opened wide, gasping for breath when his finger slid into her snug wetness. She heard and felt his matching moan as his fingers invaded the tightness. He slid a second finger inside, stretching her. Her muscles clenched his fingers as if in a vice, tightening and releasing. His tongued continued to dance across her sensitive bud while his fingers slid in and out of her, slipping through her velvety softness. Moving slowly at first, gradually picking up speed when she became accustomed to him being inside of her. He curled his fingers slightly inside, gliding quickly over the spot that set her body on fire. She screamed and bucked wildly as her body reacted to his caresses. She wanted to push him away, but found that she was pulling him closer. As the first wave subsided she stared down into his eyes as he smiled gently up at her. Blake’s tongue still lapped at her wetness.

  Amber fought to catch her breath, her chest rising and falling; she struggled to understand what he was doing to her body. Her skin crawled with sensations, with her eyes wide she stared down at him with a hint of yellow surrounded by the darkness, her dilated pupils made her eyes almost black.

  He continued stroking her slowly as her tight sheath clenched at his fingers. His casted hand was working at his own jeans to push them down his hips. He kept his mouth on her, but pulled his hand away to rid himself of his pants. The brief moment left her feeling empty; she wanted him inside of her. His hand returned immediately and found the hot wetness once again and continued to stroke her wet lips.

  Blake leaned back on his knees, holding his hand out to her and he pulled her to sit, he suckled her taunt breast then found his way to her mouth. His lips caressed hers, allowing her to taste her own sex. His kiss became harder, more demanding while her hands ran up and down his strong shoulders, down to his waist. Breaking the kiss, she grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and tugged it over his head as he pushed her shirt down her back. Slipping the bra straps off her shoulders, his hand unlatched the back with one swift movement of his fingers and that too disappeared. Her hands were pushing at the underwear he wore and he left her briefly to push them off to join his pants on the floor.

  Her sensitive skin tingled when the hairs on this chest brushed her arm. She lay back as his hard body covered hers, his mouth taking hers in a deep kiss. Their tongues dancing the age old battle of lovers across the centuries.

  She felt his bulging manhood pulsating on her leg from where he lay half across her, his knee wedged between hers. Blake’s fingers found the tender flesh between her thighs once again, passionately kissing her hot mouth.

  Amber ran her hand down his hip and reached for the long thick shaft. Her fingers not touching as she wrapped her hand around him. Her eyes opened wide at the size of him. At her touch, it pulsated with life in her hands. His hips jerked forward when she pulled lightly, he adjusted his hips slightly, allowing her hands to tentatively feel his length.

  After a few moments of allowing her to explore, his hand swiftly grabbed a hold of hers. “No, this is about you tonight. I won’t last very long if you keep touching me that way,” his voice sounded gruff as he nuzzled her neck, nipping at her, he held her hand still.

  Amber smiled; delighted that she had that kind of effect on him. She wondered briefly how he expected to fit that thing inside of her. His hands and mouth on her body made her forget her worries.

  Blake’s hand continued stroking the fleshy moist lips between her legs. He shifted his hips and his hands left her moments before she felt the head of his manhood replace where his fingers had left off.

  He gave a strangled groan as his sensitive head felt her tight sheath spasm in response to his strokes. Moving his hips forward just a bit allowed the tip to enter slightly. Eliciting a moan when Amber felt the invasion, she opened her legs wider to allow more access. Inexperienced excitement caused her to thrust her hips in response to the slight penetration. Causing Blake to have to grab her hips and still her movements, preventing her from painfully impaling herself on him.

  “Slow, honey, I don’t want to hurt you,” warning her gently, yet encouraging her movements. His hands guided her, slightly moving his hips, he allowed the tip to slip through the tight entrance, then retreat. He brought himself up on his knees as he lifted her butt from the bed, her legs bent at the knees to hold her in place. Blake guided her hips in a slow rocking motion that caused him sweet torture.

  Allowing her body to adjust to the width of him, Blake wanted to ram inside of her, to grind into her, but knew she wasn’t ready for that. So he forced himself to breath and calm down. His wolf was beating at him to claim his woman, to claim his mate as his own.

  With eyes narrowed slits of desire, Amber watched him slide slowly inside her, inch by slow agonizingly sweet inch. She felt herself stretching to accommodate his width. He slid in and out, in and out of her deliciously wet tightness. He watched her, watched the pleasure sliding across her face at seeing them joined. He pushed a little further inside until the head of his shaft hit a wall and stopped.

  He closed his eyes and said a silent prayer of thanks, confirming his earlier thought that she was still a virg
in. But that meant that he had to be extra careful with her. He wanted this to be the perfect night for her, a night she would never forget.

  Amber felt him pause as he pushed against the thin skin of her virginity. She was aware that there would be slight pain, but heard that it disappeared quickly. She was restless and wanted him to stop going so slow. She wanted him to love her, to take what she was offering. Her hips pushed forward. He anticipated her move and pulled back with her, not entering her fully yet.

  “Be patient, baby,” Blake crooned brushing his finger across her sensitive nub, once again causing her to clench tightly around him. He closed his eyes briefly and she heard the swift intake of his breath. Rotating her hips, Amber clenched her muscles around him, wrenching another deep moan almost a growl from him.

  Laughing seductively Amber continued moving her hips in a circular motion, loving the feel of him inside her and enjoying the expressions that washed across his face. Suddenly, he yanked himself out of her; jerking her hips to his hot mouth, he ravaged her sweetness. Eating as if he was starving and she was his last meal. Growling a deep guttural moan, her hands gripped the sheets while she tossed her head wildly from side to side, her body out of control from the erotic pleasures he was giving her.

  He brought her to the brink, but never let her peak. Over and over again, until she was begging him, “Please, I can’t, I can’t…” Amber fought to catch her breath.

  His shaft was so swollen with need he hurt. But he forced himself to wait. He wanted her to be completely ready for him. He made sure of that by keeping his head firmly locked between her between her thighs, no matter how hard she pulled his hair, or begged for him to stop.