Lucky Number Seven

by Anh Leod

  Behind the truck, she found Cere pulling her sleeping bag out of its cover and unzipping it so it provided padding for the truck bed. The topper was dim inside and it took a moment to adjust to the light when he had hoisted her so she could crawl inside.

  “I can smell your arousal,” he said.

  In her position of butt hanging almost off the edge of the truck, his words made her feel vulnerable. But she couldn’t help arching her back. He pushed her dress up to her waist, groaning when he saw her naked pussy.

  “I didn’t wear panties,” she confessed. “It made me feel sexy while I was driving to you.”

  His unseen fingers touched her ankle then ran up her leg. They felt impersonal, thick.

  “Are you still wearing your gloves?” she asked. “Why don’t you take them off?”

  He didn’t say anything for a moment. “My hands are a little different.”

  “I can hardly see in here,” she reminded him. “And I don’t mind. I know what you can do with them.”

  “Okay.” She heard the soft rustling of leather as he pulled them off.

  He moved warm, smooth palms up her legs. She purred with pleasure. “That feels wonderful.”

  She gasped when his fingers pulled her hips back. Sharp teeth gave her left butt cheek a nip. Scrambling into the truck in shock, she turned over and gracelessly collapsed on the sleeping bag.

  Feeling exposed, she started to pull her legs together.

  “Stop.”

  His command shocked her into stillness. Her legs slowly fell open as his fingers started at her ankles again then quested farther north. All her nerve endings were raw, her heart beat quickly. How dangerous was he going to be for her?

  His fingers were at the tops of her thighs. She needed him to move on to her pussy, but instead he turned his hands and ran them down her legs. The backs of his hands were thick with hair, causing a very different, prickly sensation that had her wriggling.

  “Do you like that?” he asked, climbing in with her.

  “Sure,” she said, breathing hard. “But you know, I don’t need any more foreplay.”

  “Maybe I do.” He knelt over her, pushing her mini-dress out of his way. She sat up so he could get it over her head. Then he bent down, moving his hands up and down her torso the same way. He followed this with his tongue, exploring her breasts, then her neck. When he reached her ear she shuddered against him, his gentle ministrations torturing her excited system.

  “You have to stop or you’re going to kill me,” she told him.

  She felt his lips curve against her ear. “No.”

  “I have condoms,” she wheedled. “Extra-large.”

  “Good. But still no.”

  He moved his nose along her body next, as if smelling every secret crevice of her body. Vi found it hard to breathe. Her entire body was taut with a coming orgasm that couldn’t be triggered until he touched her pussy.

  He didn’t give her what she wanted. Adrift in his attentions when he started sniffing the insides of her wide-spread thighs, she reached out her arms for something to hold. The skin over her breasts tightened in unbearable pleasure as she arched her back. Her breath quickened into pants.

  Questing fingers touched something rough. His gloves? No, it was thick and cylindrical. Rope. She found it on both sides of the truck bed, thick coils that were attached somehow. They were perfect to hold, made her feel more grounded in reality.

  “Would you like to tie me up sometime?” she asked. “I’m holding your ropes.” She knew she’d have to see him again. Her lucky number seven was addicting her. She lifted her head, trying to see what he was doing to her thighs.

  “Those ropes would hurt your skin,” he said, then pushed his hands against her knees so she spread to him even further.

  “Why are they in here?”

  “I’ll tell you later.” He took her pussy with one savage, open-mouthed kiss, his tongue sweeping into her inner lips with the same skilled passion as he had used to ravage her mouth earlier.

  Her body bowed as the orgasm hit her, shaking her limbs and rattling her brain to the consistency of hot cereal.

  “Oh my word!” she gasped a full minute later, when he finally took his tongue from her clit. “I thought I was going to lose my mind.”

  She heard rustling next to her and the tearing of a foil packet. Her boneless legs were pushed at the ankles until they bent, then he pulled her closer with his hands on her thighs. He stepped outside the truck.

  They were pussy to cock. The smell of his skin, his sweat, was unbearably arousing. She felt herself start to climb the hill of passion again. He paused with the tip of his cock at her entrance and thumbed her clit.

  She jerked under his hand.

  “I’m going to pound you,” he cautioned. “Can you take it?”

  “I like it rough,” she gasped.

  “Good,” he muttered.

  His cock invaded her weeping chamber. He slammed against her pelvis. She had no defenses against him since he controlled her entire lower body. Vi was sure no man had ever gone so deep into her. No lover had ever been so large. Her pussy stretched, trying to accommodate his length, her mind shattering with the physical sensations.

  He used her hips mercilessly, pulling her tight against him as he thrust. She let her head sink back into the sleeping bag, trying to stay relaxed as every bit of her consciousness focused on the pressure building inside her pussy.

  Sweat dewed her skin and Cere’s fingers tightened their hold as he continued to thrust. His vocalizations were mingled howl and moan, each plunge into her clearly as intensely pleasurable for him as it was for her.

  “I’m going to come,” she said.

  “Go ahead,” he panted. “It won’t be the last time.”

  Sparks flashed behind her closed eyes as she gave herself to her orgasm. Her pussy sensitized unbearably, but he didn’t let up his sensual assault. She could have sworn that his cock engorged even more as he pounded her.

  When her legs went numb, she unbent them. Her ankles ended up at his ears. She’d never felt so vulnerable, never been so hot, never been so convinced that sex was the best thing ever.

  Her breaths shortened into gasps and she felt her mind begin to gray as a third orgasm made itself known from the deep pleasure of his cock under her clit. Cere’s thrusts began to shorten, as he increased their speed and intensity.

  “Come with me,” she gasped. “We’re going to kill each other.”

  His only response was to bend down and clamp his lips over her right breast. She came so hard she did black out for a second, reentering the world to find herself on her stomach.

  Cere pulled her hips up and thrust into her again.

  “Oh, hell,” she huffed, feeling her body tingle bonelessly.

  His long length caressed her pussy as he pulled out to his cock head then thrust again. She put her hands under her forehead and pushed her hips back at him, accepting each long entry. Her pussy fluttered and she couldn’t tell if it was exhaustion shaking her or another orgasm.

  When one of his hands left her hips, creeping under her pelvis to finger her clit, she knew she was done for.

  “If you don’t come with me I think I’m going to die,” she told him.

  He bent down and nipped her neck. His skin against hers was fiery hot and slick with sweat. “Enjoying yourself?”

  “Yes, but I may never walk again.”

  His rumble of laughter against her ear made the little hairs there quiver. Instinctively, she thrust back hard, pinning herself on his cock. He took his fingers off her clit and grabbed her hips again.

  I’m in for it now, she thought.

  His power was unmatchable, the grace of his movements unthinkable as he moved against her in a pistoning ballet. She moved her hips in little circles around him, wanting every cell in her pussy to be in contact with his incredible cock.

  Time had no meaning as she lost herself in their rhythm. The pleasure was incredible, but she didn’t know i
f her body could manage another orgasm. Slowly though, the pleasure began to build until the fever overtook her and her hip circles became jerky, shaky slides on his cock.

  At the last, he held her hips so she couldn’t move and pushed against her until she could feel his cock at the door of her womb. Her pussy spasmed as she felt the warmth of cum filling his condom. Her whole body shuddered against the bed of the truck.

  Still lost in her orgasm, she barely felt his long length relaxing over her, his head tucking into her shoulder. She wrapped a hand around his hip and caressed him, while he shuddered through his aftershocks.

  “Mate is best,” he mumbled against her neck.

  “What did you say?” Her ability to comprehend language hadn’t quite returned.

  “Just something Barkley told me. That was the best sex I ever had.”

  She smiled as much as she was able, with her cheek against the sleeping bag. “Ditto.”

  “Want to do it again?”

  Shocked by the question, she tightened her pussy muscles and realized he was still hard inside her.

  “Are you serious?”

  She heard his arm slide up to their faces. The digital readout on his watch glowed an eerie green.

  “I still have twenty minutes before I have to be back. It will have to be a quickie.”

  Twenty minutes would have been an epic sexual experience with her ex. She shifted and he rolled over so they were face-to-face on the sleeping bag. He was still hard enough to fit back in her snugly.

  “How about we take a little nap instead. I’m not used to men like you.”

  “You will be,” he assured her. “You’re mine now.”

  “I am?” she asked, faintly alarmed by his assurance.

  “Your body knows it.”

  Hmmm. She had to agree with that. Her fingertips glided over the stubble of his beard, then relaxed. “We’ll talk about it later.”

  As her eyes closed, she felt him playing with his watch.

  “Ten minutes,” he said. “Rest.”

  He woke her in five, unable to keep his hands off his mate. His cock was still buried to the hilt in her warm, tight pussy. Her fresh, light personal musk and the natural woodsy perfume she wore had his heightened senses overwhelmed. She had taken all he had to offer and more. He thrilled at the lifetime of sensual exploration they had spread before them, as bountiful as a field full of game on the hoof.

  Vi seemed adventurous, a trait that would serve him well as he confessed his secret to her. His unusually hairy body hadn’t provoked any comments, though she had shied away a bit when he nipped her butt. Hopefully she wouldn’t freak out when he shared the details of his pack’s formal mating ritual with her.

  His mate sighed deeply, wriggling her torso against his.

  His cock twitched at her stirring. “Do you want me to move?”

  “No,” she said lazily. “I like you right where you are.”

  “We have fifteen minutes left.”

  “Good. I just needed a little catnap.”

  His nostrils flared. If his mate was the cat-type they were going to be in trouble. But he didn’t smell the furry little beasts on her, so it was probably just a figure of speech.

  He bit her neck, gently worrying the skin.

  She giggled and flexed her hips. “Don’t go all vampire on me, big boy.”

  He turned his head to her ear. “Couldn’t happen.”

  She shifted until her lips were against his. They kissed deeply, hungrily. Cere could feel her nipples pebble against his chest and her hips rocked little waves around his cock.

  He had to make the most of their limited time. Pushing himself up on his elbows, he dipped his head to her breasts. Long licks at her pink nipples softened her thighs, until he was able to tug her legs around his back. He wriggled with happiness before pulling most of the way out of her pussy, readying himself for a long glide.

  There was no holding back his howl of gratification as he felt the friction of her tight pussy. The sound rocketed off the fiberglass of his truck topper, until it sounded like his whole pack joined in his satisfaction.

  Chapter Three

  Cere parked in front of Vi’s sedan and turned off the motor. “When can I see you again?”

  His mate’s eyes were bright in her rosy face. All her makeup was gone, except for smudged eyeliner and shadow. She looked fresh and wholesome except that one touch of bad girl. He suspected this hint of her character pegged her exactly right. She would be a loyal mate, but a Circe, a sensual temptress, in bed.

  “When do you want to see me again? Tomorrow’s Sunday, but I’m not working this week, since I was supposed to be moving.” Her voice slowed as she finished her sentence.

  Moving in with her almost-husband, he supposed. He felt a growl start low in his throat. “Was today your wedding day?”

  “Yes.” She looked down at her hands.

  He put his hand on her knee. The touch sent a wave of longing through him. Now that he’d found his mate, he wanted to couple with her endlessly. But he didn’t want to scare her. She was used to human men and he wouldn’t be able to share his strength with her until the mating ritual was complete. “Do you have plans for tonight? We’re working overtime today to keep on schedule, but I’ll be off work in a few hours.”

  Her eyes were damp when she looked at him. “I think I’m going to be sad tonight. Why don’t we make a fresh start tomorrow?”

  “Sure.” He hated to see her in pain, but how could he prevent it? His work schedule forced him to say goodbye for now. “Can I call you later, to make sure you’re okay?”

  She nodded.

  “And take you to dinner tomorrow? My li— I mean, siblings, own a restaurant. Greek food.”

  “That sounds great. I love gyros and baklava.”

  “There’s a lot more to Greek food than that. You’re going to love it.”

  She smiled and touched his cheek. “You’re sweet, you know that?”

  He ducked his head. “Sure,” he muttered, afraid of the teasing the Brotherhood would give him if they heard her. Construction workers, especially of the shapeshifter variety, were not commonly considered to be sweet.

  Vi put her hand on his, then glanced down in surprise as she felt the bite of his fingernails. “Wow. You have long nails for a guy.”

  Cere looked at his nails. She hadn’t mentioned the sharp points, the vestiges of animal claws he wore in human form. Her flesh was softer than his. He had to remember to pay attention, since he couldn’t retract them. Cats, he thought again in disgust. No wonder werepanthers had an easier time finding human mates.

  “Yeah.” He chuckled halfheartedly. “Need to cut them.”

  “My sister has a nail salon,” Vi said.

  “Like, for manicures?” He looked at her eyes, sure she couldn’t be suggesting a male of any species should get a manicure. His mate was nodding.

  Vi blushed. She was so pretty. He could look at her for the rest of his long life.

  “I just meant you can get your nails cut if you wanted.”

  She waved her beautiful nails at him. He hadn’t noticed before, but she had a little palm tree painted on her pinky and all the nails were painted to look like the inside of abalone shells.

  “I can’t cut my own,” she confessed. “Too clumsy.”

  If he were honest about his werewolf blood, he’d tell her he couldn’t cut his own claws either, that a littermate had to do it with a special tool, but he wasn’t ready to confess to his mate now. Better to wait until they were among his Brotherhood.

  “They look great,” he told her. “Honest.”

  She laughed. “You’re such a man. You didn’t even notice my manicure until I pushed my fingers under your nose.” She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, then pushed open the passenger door.

  “Call you later,” he said.

  She smiled at him, then shut the door.

  Cere watched as she moved the few feet to her own car. Vi had the hip swing of a
woman who had been well satisfied. He was pleased at this evidence of prowess with his mate. Could she keep those warm feelings instead of feeling sorrow that tonight was no longer her wedding night? Soon, he promised her. They would have their own special ceremony very soon.

  Her arms strained against the ropes. The fibers rubbed against the tender insides of her wrists, making her shiver.

  She felt Cere’s tongue glide moistly up the inside of her thigh. The sensation was ticklish and instinctively she pulled her thighs together. Or at least, she tried. She couldn’t move them. When she lifted her head to see what was preventing her, she saw a grassy field, candles gleaming hotly all around. Her ankles were tied just like her wrists. How open she was to him, how vulnerable.

  His tongue reached high on her inner thigh, only millimeters from the lips of her pussy. She swallowed hard against the pleasure of it. Her clit leapt. She tried to cry out, but a gag muffled her voice.

  Quiet, she reminded herself. They didn’t want an audience. She had asked Cere to cover her mouth, to silence her cries. The Brotherhood wouldn’t mind watching, but she wanted privacy. Instinctively, she licked at her lips. Her tongue didn’t meet cloth as she expected, but leather. He had covered her mouth with a leather strap. A muzzle?

  A bite on her labia distracted her, caused her to buck against her restraints, focus on her pussy.

  “Shhh,” Cere soothed. “Let go, Vi.”

  His hot tongue moved back and forth along her slit. Soon her juices began to flow and he lapped at her pussy like she offered him the finest of wines. Soon, her nether lips were open to him and his tongue was moving from her channel to her clit. When she began to shake, his tongue swirled around her clit with increasing pressure. She would have gasped with the pleasure if she hadn’t been muzzled.

  He never stopped moving. His fingers dusted the insides of her thighs, with no apparent rhythm her body could become used to. She quivered against him and her hips, which were free, began to strain. He nipped her clit.

  Wild animal noises of pleasure erupted from her mouth. Even the muzzle couldn’t contain them. The scratchy bonds were damp with her sweat, her body bowed under his onslaught.