Savage Instinct

by Anwar, Celeste

  He took off running down the road and transformed within a few feet. As a wolf he was fast and able to move unhampered by the road.

  He knew a shortcut to her house. If he could keep his pace, he just might get there before her.

  ***

  Nydia drove in silence. She couldn’t take listening to the radio right now. Her heart felt like it was broken into pieces inside her chest.

  Her throat felt tight, like she couldn’t swallow. She wondered if she would ever see him or any of the pack again.

  She scarcely noticed the passing of the car through the dark countryside. Her brain was on autopilot, taking her home as she tumbled through her chaotic thoughts.

  She stopped the car at her driveway, sitting in the dark for a few minutes before her fried brain realized she’d reached home.

  Pushing her door open, she felt dampness in the air as the wind brushed through her hair. A storm was rolling in.

  She glanced inside the car and saw her battered umbrella. That bastard had thrown it back into the car.

  Nydia picked it up and laughed, a touch hysterically, at the bent arm. She sniffled and tucked it under her arm before going up to her front porch.

  “Spot? Spot!” she called for her cat. Nydia wrinkled her nose, looking around the yard to see her. Poor Spot must be hiding somewhere from the expectant rain.

  Shrugging, she unlocked to door and pushed it wide.

  As Nydia walked through the door, the first thing she saw was the silhouette of a man standing in her living room. She screamed and swung the bent umbrella. She was determined that she wouldn’t be a victim again.

  The dark silhouette walked forward.

  “Whoa there, slugger, you could permanently injure someone with a bat like that,” Aiden said, snatching the umbrella out of her death grip.

  Relief flooded her. “Aiden? What are you doing in here? You scared me half to death!”

  Spot meowed and rubbed against Aiden’s legs, weaving through them and begging for her supper.

  “How did you get in? Spot? You little traitor! You’re supposed to protect me not keep my ‘would be’ assailant company,” Nydia felt herself rambling, but couldn’t seem to stop herself in her relief.

  She melted onto the couch just as Aiden flipped the light on for her. Nydia was beyond tears. She was exhausted and her mind couldn’t process any more information at that point.

  Aiden knelt down on front of her, taking her hands in his. He smiled and reached out to caress her face. “I want you to come be with me. I don’t want to live another minute without you.”

  Nydia gaped at Aiden, feeling torn, wrought with emotion.

  She wanted to say yes and throw herself into his arms, but she also wanted to say no and return to the safe, predictable, boring life she was used to.

  She wasn’t sure she could handle living amongst werewolves and god only knew what else.

  “Aiden, I…I hate to admit it, but I’m scared….”

  “Shh. It’s all right. Everyone is at first. Let me show you just how much I want and need you. I know you need me just as much as I need you.”

  He pulled her to her feet, and she went willingly down the hall.

  “I think we should get cleaned up,” Nydia said, leading him to the bathroom.

  Aiden turned on the water in the shower, adjusting it until steam billowed around the shower door. Nydia undressed and beat him inside, earning a grin from Aiden as he followed her in.

  Her knees were weak from exhaustion, and she leaned back against the wall beneath the showerhead, letting the hot water stream down her chest. Aiden ducked under the water, heading for her mouth with a hungry, nibbling kiss that steamed her from the inside out.

  Without breaking from her mouth, he felt around until he found her scrubby and soap, and began the arduous task of bathing her chest and hips, her groin.

  Impatient to feel her with his own hands, he dropped the scrubby and used his palms to coat her body with soap.

  “I love seeing you like this,” Aiden murmured, kissing along her jaw.

  Nydia liked the way his dark hair matted against his chest and tendrils clung to his forehead and cheeks. She lost herself in the emerald green of his eyes, filled with the promise of pleasure.

  She rubbed her body against his, soaping his tan skin and enjoying the contrast of their flesh tangling together under the hot water. She could feel her desire increasing with every minute spent touching him.

  Aiden circled her breasts, stimulating her nipples with teasing flicks that made her bite her lip to keep from crying out. His cock dug into her belly, begging to come inside.

  He dropped a hand to her cunt, rubbing her clit with his thumb. She raised on her toes, spreading her legs to give him better access.

  It was all a terrible tease and she needed and wanted more.

  “I’m clean enough,” she said, getting out of the shower. She was barely dried before Aiden caught her around the waist, kissing her deeply.

  She laughed, running from him and escaping to the bedroom. She ran around the bed, putting it between them and wiggling her hips in invitation.

  Aiden grinned and leapt onto the bed, snatching her around the waist and dragging her onto the mattress.

  She fell with a heavy sigh, allowing him to roll on top of her. His hair was still wet and dripped on her forehead.

  He looked down at her a long moment, breathing like he’d run a race.

  She watched him steadily and finally looped her arms around his neck, bringing him down for a kiss.

  She could feel his urgent need in the hungry way he nibbled her lips and gripped her hips.

  Nydia pushed against his chest, tearing her mouth from his with a breathless sigh. “Aiden, you aren’t the type of man I fall for.” She rubbed his chest with her hands, toying with the springy hair that covered his muscles. His stomach flexed as she trailed down his belly.

  “You’re used to having everything your way, and I’m not the kind of woman that simply follows her man and does what she’s told. I don’t know how to act or what to think when I’m around you.” Nydia tried to look him in the eye, but he was busy dragging his mouth down her rib cage.

  “That’s what I love about you. You don’t take any shit off me,” he murmured, bending forward to kiss the tops of her sultry, dark breasts.

  He licked and nibbled a path down her stomach, making her suck in a breath as he parted her legs and caressed her thighs with his rough palms. Her belly clenched, waiting for his mouth to touch her.

  She needed to focus on them, however, not the delight he conjured in her body. “And…I just don’t know what to do,” she said, gasping as he nipped the outer lips of her sex. “Aiden, this is serious. We should talk first.”

  “You go ahead and get what you need to say off your chest, baby,” he murmured. Playfully darting his tongue along the seam of her sex.

  She jerked her hips, trying to focus on what she needed to say, but it was difficult with him doing naughty things to her body. His hand possessively stroked her breasts while he parted her folds with the other. As much as she wanted to get off, she needed to clear the air.

  “We have to set up parameters, Aiden. Oh!” she said, choking on a moan as he nibbled her wet little clit.

  “I ever tell you how much you turn me on?” he said before pushing down to nibble on her mound again.

  “Dammit, Aiden,” she said, writhing under the caress of his mouth.

  “You make me melt, and yet I feel like I should take care of you. I want to do things for you and be there when you need me.”

  Aiden’s voice vibrated against her clit, making her hips arch upward to bury his face in her cleft.

  “I…I couldn’t understand that,” she said breathlessly.

  He lifted his head, a smile playing at his lips. “I do need you. I need you under me.”

  “I’m being serious, Aiden.”

  “And I need you in my home and in my life. I can’t be any clearer,”
he said.

  “Mmmm. Yes. That sounds good,” she said, unable to think clearly now with his fingers pushing inside of her vagina and curling against her g-spot.

  Nydia arched her back with pleasure. “I guess…that’s good enough…for me.”

  “Damn right,” he said. He playfully licked and nipped her as he worked her love button with his powerful tongue. When he had her squirming and panting uncontrollably, he pushed his tongue down her vagina and into her opening forcefully. Nydia had never known that a tongue could feel so big or so good inside her.

  Aiden continued in this pattern until he felt her muscles begin to tighten. He knew that she was about to climax, and he knew he wanted to be inside her when she did.

  He lifted up and settled between her legs, grinding the head of his cock against her wet slit. Nydia gasped and clung to him, raising her hips to meet his.

  Aiden thrust inside her, full, to the hilt, until he hit bottom. She arched to meet him, crying out and thrashing beneath him on the bed.

  She matched him, thrust for thrust, angling her body so he could go deeper. Pumping together as one, she could feel her body climbing toward that peak and wanted to take him with her. She clutched him like a fist, milking his body, her thighs tight around his hips.

  His back flexed beneath her hands, increasing the tempo, driving hard as if sensing her approach to the edge of bliss. Aiden kissed her, ravenous and starving for a drink of her mouth.

  She moaned into his mouth, falling over the precipice and into ecstasy. Aiden groaned, stroking her body and jerking as he spilled his seed deep within her womb.

  She loved the pulsating of his cock inside her, unfettered by a condom. It shocked her that she’d allowed him that freedom, but she knew a barrier had been lifted between them.

  “You are my mate,” Aiden whispered, kissing her face, her cheeks and mouth. “You are my life. I want you by my side, forever, Nydia.”

  She felt her eyes sting with unshed tears. She cupped his cheek. “I’m yours, Aiden. I think you had my heart before I even realized it was missing. I love you.”

  He smiled, his eyes glittering with emotion. “I love you too.”

  THE END

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  Other titles from Celeste Anwar:

  Carnal Appetite

  Carnal Knowledge

  Carnal Thirst

  Mating Fever

  The Color of Twilight

  Her Every Desire

  Resurrection

  Pleasures of the Flesh

  Project Nemesis: Wolfen Domination

  Project Nemesis 2: Island Fever

  Project Nemesis 3: Savage Hunger

  Hungry Eyes

  More than Friends

  Revenge Sex

  Pinned and Punished

  Strictly Forbidden

  Here’s an UNEDITED excerpt from Celeste’s alter ego, Jaide Fox: ALIEN ABDUCTION, coming in October 2013.

  Ebony slowly became aware that something terribly wrong had happened.

  She was hit all at once with a sensation of falling, along with a painful throbbing in her ribs. Blood pounded between her temples and across her forehead. Gradually she realized that her head was upside down and she was being carried, draped over some large solid object that moved forward one step at a time. Her fingers tingled with the pressure of bindings at her wrists, and something tight stretched around her mouth and the back of her head.

  Still groggy, she peeled her eyelids open with an effort . . . and found herself in the dark, lying across someone’s shoulder. Rough, uneven stone floor moved past her vision in a whir, forcing her to close her eyes again and choke back a sudden rush of bile at the back of her throat. There were splashing sounds with each footstep her bearer took.

  If she’d been clobbered in the head, she wouldn’t have been surprised. A headache from whatever had drugged her into unconsciousness made her feel sick and dizzy.

  She attempted to open her eyes again, bracing herself this time and dragging in air through her nose. Her nostrils flared as she became aware of an awful stench of sewage permeating the space, making her gag again. By the smell in the air, she was being taken somewhere through the sewer system.

  Ebony steeled her stomach, striving for calm. She’d need it if she was going to get out of this – whatever this was.

  A big hand secured her legs tight against a hard chest, leaving the upper half of her body to dangle on the backside of the man who carried her.

  He was a big son of a bitch, whoever he was. Even though she hung upside down with her head partway down her captor’s back, she could see and feel that his shoulders were massive and tapered down to a narrow waist and hips. He had the muscular buttocks of someone who played heavy sports, and his thick legs looked like they belonged on a bull – or maybe just Mr. Universe.

  Shadows flickered across the walls of the tunnel. Their movement only increased her dizziness. She raised her head and tried to discern her whereabouts, for the ache in her head made her skull feel like it was going to explode from the pressure of hanging upside down.

  It didn’t take much imagination to realize something was wrong. She sure as hell wasn’t where she was supposed to be. Unless the king and his men had some kind of sick fantasy or fetish going on, it was pretty obvious to her that she had first stumbled across the abduction of Cassie and was now being kidnapped herself.

  She could not imagine why anyone would kidnap her, or kidnap Cassie. They were just two more concubines in a castle that was filled with them. And the unspeakable torture that any man would get if he ever touched a woman of the king’s harem should have been enough to stop anyone from trying to take one.

  But it was obvious that someone had found it worth the risk to try.

  Much as she hated the idea of going back to the harem, Ebony realized that if her captor took her too far into the sewer system she’d never be able to find her way back – even if she could somehow escape in the first place. The heart-stopping thought of never seeing her sister again, or anything else that was familiar, made panic surge to the surface.

  Ebony used the adrenaline rush to claw at the back of the stranger, kicking her legs and trying to scream through the gag muzzling her mouth. “I want to get down! Now!”

  A hard smack landed on her ass, stinging her cheek and stunning her into immobility. “Settle down!” the man commanded, in a deep, booming voice. She could feel it rumble from his chest into her thighs.

  His response only provoked Ebony to greater anger. She wasn’t a fucking kid! Being spanked like a child only pissed her off more.

  But Ebony knew she had to calm down and think if she wanted to survive this. She felt pretty confident that if he’d meant to hurt her, she’d already be dead or injured by now . . . and so she could only hope that she was therefore needed alive for something, even though she couldn’t imagine what that could possibly be.

  She gritted her teeth. Putting every ounce of energy into her legs, Ebony kicked out and then kneed her abductor in the solar plexus, trying to throw herself out from under the arm that bound her. She was gratified to hear him grunt as the air was expelled from his lungs.

  His immediate response was to bend forward and drop her, feet first, onto the cold, wet stone floor of the sewer. The moment her bare feet found the surface, she stumbled, righted herself, and whirled around to run.

  Up ahead, she saw several other tall, strong men carrying women from the harem down the tunnel. The shadows she’d seen spinning around the tunnel were from small lanterns they carried in their free hands to guide their way.

  The sight confused her, making her unsure of which way to go to escape. Before Ebony could take more than a few steps, however, she was snatched by the waist, spun around, and crushed hard against the same masculine chest that had held her before. Long fingers wrapped around her waist beneath her ribs.

  Ebony snatched the gag off her mouth and was
about to scream bloody murder – when the man lifted her off her feet and brought her face up to his.

  She arched her back, gasping as he compressed her waist to hold her high in the air. Her feet dangled off the floor by a foot as she was brought face to face with her abductor. And even in the dimness of the shadowy tunnel, she could see that his face was eerily similar to the one man on this planet that she despised more than any other – King Kore Anadaru.

  Ebony saw thick black eyebrows slanted in anger above cold, crystal blue eyes. The crystalline color was apparent even in the dark and it pierced her gaze like the rays of a prism. Angular cheeks looked carved from marble, jutting down to a broad chin marked by a cleft.

  Coal black hair, chopped off straight at the chin, curled up around his ears and forehead. The effect should have softened his face, but he was made of too many hard angles to ever look soft. Except for the color of his hair and the broadness of his chin, she’d swear she was looking at a mirror image of the king. The similarities made the hair rise on the back of her neck.