by Mia Bishop
Her tongue darted out to lick the spot his thumb had touched. Heat was already coursing through her body. “What do I do to you?”
He grinned and took her hand, guiding it down to his pants and placed her palm against his already hard cock. “You make me ache. Every second I am near you I’m consumed by this overwhelming urge to rip all your clothes off and take you in every position imaginable.” An evil glint filled his eyes. “Trust me, some of those positions would make you turn an even brighter shade of red.”
Her mouth opened to say something but her train of thought had completely derailed.
Luc’s eyes darkened as his thumb retraced its path over her lip again. “Speaking of things that make you turn red, I can think of a good use for that hot little mouth of yours.”
She knew he’d said it on purpose and her cheeks burned with heat. Just the thought of using her mouth on him had her thighs quivering. Even with her red cheeks and the embarrassment filling her, she managed to dart her tongue out and flick it over his thumb. Luc growled and she felt the warmth from her cheeks spread throughout her body at the sound of the deep rumble. She wanted to taste and touch him. He’d spent countless hours exploring her and now, before she went to face her death, she would take her time exploring him.
She pushed him back until he was leaning against a boulder off the path. He smiled down at her but didn’t say a word. She was determined to take what she desired and it was obvious from the grin on his face he wasn’t going to complain about it. Making quick work of the laces on his pants, she wiggled them down and practically moaned at the sight of his thick cock already hard and throbbing for her. Her mouth watered as she wrapped her hand around his shaft and slowly stroked him.
He grunted and rocked his hips into her hand, his eyes rolling back every time she’d flick her thumb over his broad tip. “Are you just going to tease me, Red?”
“Maybe.” She winked and lowered herself to her knees. She wanted to look up at him to gauge his reaction but her gaze was centered on his cock. She licked her lips, unable to look away. Her tongue flicked over his tip, catching a bead of arousal pooling there. She moaned as her pussy tightened. She wanted him with every ounce of her being. Her hand wrapped around the base as she swirled her tongue over his broad head. She could feel him shiver and one of his hands tightened in her hair. That simple act unleashed something inside her. She wanted his hands all over her. She wanted his cock filling her in every way possible but most of all, she wanted to have him fucking her mouth so she could taste more of him.
He seemed to know what she wanted and his other hand twisted in her hair as he guided himself into her mouth. She moaned and felt him shiver with the vibration of her throat. Slowly she took his dick as far as she could into her mouth. He was so big, there wasn’t any way she’d be able to have all of him filling her. Her head bobbed up and down as her hand stroked him from the base up to her mouth. She smiled to herself. He thrust his hips with the rhythm of her sucking and made little grunting sounds. He sounded content, enjoying her slow suckling, but she wanted him fierce and feral. Her other hand moved to his inner thigh, raking her nails down his sensitive flesh. Luc stiffened and his cock throbbed, hitting the back of her throat. She could feel herself growing wetter. Her hips rocked and she wished there was something there to fill her but she didn’t dare take her mouth off Luc.
He pulled her hair, drawing himself deeper into her mouth. She let out a small whimper but it was more pleasure than pain. Her mouth moved faster and Luc quickened his pace to match. Closing her eyes, she savored every thrust. She could feel every ridge of his thick cock. The sounds of her sucking filled the air. She whimpered and moaned for more as she let her teeth scrape against his shaft. He growled and slammed his cock into her mouth. She wanted and needed more of him. He responded to her thoughts as if he had heard them out loud, pushing his cock farther down her throat with every thrust until she couldn’t breathe.
He pulled out and gripped the base of his cock, looking down at her with dark eyes. “Open.” She obeyed and he slowly slid his cock back into her mouth, pulling out all the way and then sliding it back in over and over, pushing his tip to the back of her throat each time and each time her throat eased a little bit more for him. Her pussy clenched, he was working her up to being able to take all of him and it excited her to the point she thought she might come just from sucking his cock. His voice was more commanding than usual. “Eyes on me, Red.”
She snapped her eyes up to meet his gaze as he slowly pistoned his cock in and out of her mouth. Her hips were still undulating. She felt as if her entire body was on the verge of explosion. His hands tugged on her hair, forcing her mouth farther down on his cock, but his words took her by surprise. “Touch yourself. I want to see you.”
Without a second thought, she unlaced her pants and slid her hand down to cup her bare sex. Luc growled in appreciation and she beamed with pride. His slow thrusting stopped for a moment as he watched her rocking against her own hand. She was so wet from sucking him that the slick friction had her already on the verge of release. Luc snarled and began thrusting again, harder and faster this time. His hands gripped the hair on either side of her head as he pounded his throbbing dick into her hot, wet mouth. He fucked her mouth, shoving his cock down the back of her throat and that was her undoing. Her cunt clamped around her fingers as her body shook. Her pussy quivered, her arousal was reaching its peak. She wanted to pant, to scream out, but his cock filled her mouth so all she could do was make little sounds of need. Her body quivered as heat erupted inside her, her slick walls clamped and milked her fingers as she imagined his cock filling her. Her body tingled as her orgasm washed over her.
His thrusts didn’t stop. He was slamming into her mouth at a punishing rate. It was all too much. Too much pleasure. She reached up with her free hand and cupped his heavy balls. They tightened in her hand as she kneaded them and her throat contracted around his thick shaft. He grunted again. Her lips wrapped around the base of his cock as he shot stream after stream of his hot seed down her throat. He pulled out until only the tip of his cock remained in her mouth, his hips worked slowly, still thrusting to give her every last drop. Rowan sucked and licked his cock until she was sure he was finished, greedily lapping up and swallowing every bit of him.
He dropped to his knees as soon as he was finished and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in for a long, deep kiss. She melted against him, unable to do anything more than lean on him for strength. He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and growled. “You are fucking amazing. You know that?”
She blushed hard and shook her head. Luc laughed and laid her back on the soft grass, bringing her fingers to his mouth and licking all of her sweet juices from them. She smiled and let her eyes close. “You do the most incredible things to me, Luc. I just want to stay here and never leave.”
He lay down next to her and slid his arm under her head. “Rest up for now. We can’t stay forever, but we can enjoy this for a little bit.”
* * * * *
Rowan walked silently beside Luc as he pointed out creatures and landmarks, but the closer they drew to her grandmother’s house the quieter he became. He assured her the trail they were on would lead them directly to her family’s cabin and true to his word, the path finally opened up to a clearing and in the middle of it lay a simple log cabin. Smoke billowed from the chimney and wildflowers grew in planter boxes hanging on the windowsill. Low-cut green grass blanketed the clearing. A wood table stood near a well-used fire pit and a log bearing many cuts and gouges and an axe buried in it rested near a huge pile of firewood. A smile spread across Rowan’s face. She was home. She had family who was waiting for her just beyond the door.
For a brief second, she worried if her grandmother would approve of her and fear knotted in her stomach with thought of her how her grandmother would take to Luc, but she would think about that later. She couldn’t wait to enjoy the feeling of a loving embrace, the smell of home-cooked meals and
long talks about what her parents had been like. Tears welled up in her eyes as she took off running. All her life she’d told herself she didn’t need her grandmother, the one family member she had left but who had never come to visit her. All the bitterness and resentment washed away as her hand curled around the door handle.
Luc was shouting something at her, but she couldn’t hear anything with the sound of her heart thumping in her ears. He was racing to catch up to her but she’d made it to the door long before him. She threw the door open and stepped inside. Turning around, she saw Luc an arm’s-length short of the cabin when the door suddenly slammed shut. Luc hit the door with enough force to shake the entire cabin. Rowan jumped back, “What the—?”
The door handled jiggled, he pounded and yelled but she still couldn’t figure out what he was saying. A shaky voice called out from another room in the cabin, “Who’s there?”
“Grandma?” Rowan wrapped her red cloak around herself and cautiously made her way through the cabin. “Grandma, is that you?”
“Rowan, my dear. Yes, yes it’s me.”
There were no lights in the cabin and only a faint glow emanated from the wood-burning stove. “Where are you? Are you all right?”
“Oh, I’m fine, just resting in the bedroom.” There was a pause and a shuffling sound. “First door on your right, my dear.”
Her eyes were adjusting to the darkness far better than they ever had before and she found the door with ease after she had her bearings. Entering the room, she gasped. Her grandmother was lying in bed, fully dressed for bedtime. She was sprawled out in a nightgown and sleeping cap with a pair of glasses perched neatly on the tip of her nose. She didn’t look as old as Rowan had imagined, appearing to be in her late forties at most. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Grandma.”
The older lady beamed. “The pleasure is all mine. I’ve missed you dearly.”
Rowan frowned. “Then why did you never come to see me?”
“It’s a treacherous path to get from here to there.” She waved her hand. “Well, you know, you’ve already traveled it, but it’s much harder for an old woman than it is for such a young girl like yourself.”
Rowan smiled and rushed to her grandmother, flinging her arms around her neck and hugging her tight. “It’s so good to see you. You have no idea how worried I’ve been, thinking we’d be too late.”
“You’ve been listening to stories, haven’t you? I’m perfectly safe here and now that you are here with me, you will be safe too. I promise.”
Rowan smiled and then remembered Luc stuck outside. “Oh, my friend, he’s outside but the door is stuck.”
Her grandmother narrowed her eyes. “The door is not stuck, it is a protection spell. That wolf may not enter my house. I am saddened to hear you’ve been traveling with him.”
Rowan shook her head. “No, you don’t understand. He’s good. He’s helping me to take down Ulric.”
“Child, all wolves work for Ulric. They are liars and deceivers. Just because he’s told you differently doesn’t make it true.”
She winced as if the thought of someone now calling her wolf a traitor hurt like a physical blow. “Luc isn’t a liar, he saved me. He protects me.”
“And what, my dear? Do you think he loves you?”
“No… I mean…” She glanced toward the front door and frowned. “No.” Fear twisted in her stomach. This wasn’t right. Something was way off base here. “He’s a good person.”
“None of them are good people, Rowan. Do you know why?”
She chewed her bottom lip and looked down. “Why?”
“Because they are evil. They love the taste of blood. They love to toy and play with their prey and most of all, they love to hunt.” Her grandmother drew her in for another hug. “Now forget about the whelp outside and come tell me all about your travels so far.”
Her grandmother slid over on the bed, making room for Rowan to slide in next to her. She did as she was told but something still didn’t feel right. The older woman patted Rowan’s leg and smiled. “Don’t be nervous, it’s not as if I bite.” Rowan laughed and her grandmother smiled big and bright. Rowan swallowed hard—big teeth. She looked up and met her grandmother’s gaze—big eyes. Sweat beaded Rowan’s forehead. She had to get out of here. Her grandmother growled, “What’s wrong, my dear?”
“No… Nothing. I’m tired I guess. It was a long journey here.”
Her grandmother leaned in closer. “Are you sure? You’re looking at me awfully strange. Say what is on your mind.”
“It’s nothing, just…” Rowan paused as her grandmother took her by the hand and stroked her palm with her large fingers. She stuttered. “My, what big hands you have.”
“Better to hold you with, my dear.” The older woman moved closer, gripping Rowan’s waist and coming face-to-face with her.
“And what big eyes you have.”
The large eyes staring down at her lit up as if she was enjoying this game. “The better to see you with, my dear.”
Rowan swallowed and focused on the teeth. Those teeth… Fangs really, they were pearly white and lethal looking. She could barely whisper the words, “What big teeth you have.”
Her grandmother moved over her body but the form quickly changed to Ulric in a flash of bright light. He gripped her wrists before she could get away from him and pinned them over her head. His knees nudged her legs apart as he pressed himself against her. Lowering his head down, he trailed his nose against her jaw and down her neck as he whispered back, “The better to eat you with, my dear.”
* * * * *
Luc paced the cabin, slamming his fists against the doors and windows. He’d known the moment they’d entered the clearing that his father was here but Rowan hadn’t listened to him. He watched in horror as she ran for the house. He cursed himself for not restraining her. He should have known she would rush in without thinking. Now any number of things could be happening and he had no way of saving her. His father must have employed some powerful witches to make a spell to repel him. He threw his head back and howled as he glared at the door keeping him from the woman he’d sworn to protect. Lowering his shoulder, he rushed the solid door and hit it with a sickening thud. It wouldn’t budge and Rowan’s time was ticking away. He couldn’t fail her. He’d promised her he wouldn’t fail and neither would she.
In the distance, other howls answered his call but Luc ignored them. They called for their brother to return home but he refused. The pack wasn’t his home as long as the Big Bad Wolf called the shots and his pack mates knew it, still they sang to him. Luc focused on the door, pounding his fists against the thick wood. “Father, I swear to the White Queen I will skin you alive if you hurt her!”
The door popped open just an inch. Luc pushed it until it swung completely open. Either his father had dropped the spell or it had worn off. Whichever it was, he didn’t care. He stepped inside the main living area of the cabin and scanned the room. There was no sign of Rowan or his father. He took a step and heard his father’s voice. “Not another step, son. Or I’ll slit her throat right now.”
Luc turned to see his father standing in the doorway and holding a knife to Rowan’s throat. He shook his head. “No you won’t. You enjoy the hunt too much.” Luc met Rowan’s frightened eyes and part of him wanted to break down, to give his father anything he asked for if he’d let her go, but he knew his father well enough to know that the only thing the old wolf wanted was for Rowan to die at his hands.
“Don’t test me, boy. You’ve interfered. You’ve cost me too much.”
Luc rolled his eyes. “What have I cost you?”
“My allegiance to the Piper. He told me to keep you far away from her and you ended up fucking the whore.”
Luc growled a low warning but his father continued to press the knife to Rowan’s throat. “How did she even manage to wrap you around her little finger? You were on the other side of the Arch and you were supposed to stay there.”
She was being so brav
e as his father kept her pinned. Luc was proud of her resolve. As much as Luc wanted to rush his father, her staying calm gave him the clarity he needed to control himself. Luc’s grimace turned into a wicked grin. The only way to get Ulric to drop his guard was to taunt him. “You haven’t figured it out yet? You have a spy in your pack or should I say, I have a spy in my pack.”
“Spy? You lie.” Ulric glared. “And the pack is mine. It will never be yours.”
“Am I lying? Let’s see, Piper paid you a visit and promised you he’d deliver the one in red to you in exchange for safe passage and your vow to owe him a favor.” Luc tapped his chin. “Oh, and you were specifically told to keep me away from her. Does that just about sum it up?”
Ulric narrowed his gaze. “Colin is your spy? I will kill him.”
“I don’t think you will. Let her go and I might make your death quick.”
“You don’t have it in you, boy.” Ulric kept the knife pinned to Rowan’s throat and held out his free hand. He blew across his palm.
Luc didn’t have time to react. He saw the sand in the air a second before it hit him full in the face. The sleeping powder took effect almost immediately. Luc staggered back but his eyes grew heavy and before he could speak, he was out.
Chapter Eight
Luc awoke in the clearing, his hands and legs bound and a collar around his neck. He struggled against the restraints as the ropes bit into his flesh. It was nothing compared to the pain from the collar. It was a magical restraint used to lock a shape shifting creature into whatever their current form was. Being bound like this would be easy for him to slip out of if he shifted but his father was too wise for that. Ulric had betrayed the pack’s laws to trap his own son. No wolf was ever to use one of the collars against their own kind.
Ulric was busy carrying Rowan outside when he noticed his son already awake. “Comfortable, my boy?”
“I shouldn’t be surprised you used a collar on me. You always did strike me as the traitor type.” Luc waited to see if Rowan was still alive and gave a relieved sigh as he saw her chest moving and her eyes flutter.
