by Morgan Fox
Claim your mate, his instinct demanded with a vengeance. The wolf inside him wanted to play, begged him for release. Stepping into Tabitha’s train car, he inhaled the scent of her body, could still smell his brother in the air, but not for long.
He crept into her room. She was lying on the bed, a blanket barely covering her luscious body. Her uncovered, long, lean legs peeked out from under the blanket as she curled up on her side. Her one arm tucked up under her head, while the other pressed gently to the side of her chest. She looked so innocent, so delicious. He could eat her for hours. And he just might if he was lucky enough.
Quickly disrobing, he slowly pulled the blanket off her and gazed upon the curves of her body. His cock jerked with need.
Ryken took several deep intakes of breath and calmed himself, returning to the man she would appreciate, not the wolf who would frighten her. Leaning over the foot of the bed, his large hands slid up the silky, smooth skin of her legs. Her shapely thighs had his blood pumping, his heart racing, his cock standing at attention.
With a gentle caress, he eased her legs apart, guiding her onto her back. She rolled sleepily to her back as she opened her eyes to gaze up at him. The inviting smile that lit her face crippled his deceitful heart inside his chest. He was a bastard for what he was doing, but honestly he didn’t care. His mind and body sought one thing—to be inside her, to dive into her psyche as he delved into her body.
He would possess her, all of her, no matter what.
Tabitha’s arms stretched above her head, lengthening her curvy body, pulling her breasts high up on her chest. She twisted her torso, elongated her flat stomach, arching round, full hips.
Grinding his teeth, he growled low in his throat.
“Are you ready again?” she asked. A sleepy soft voice warmed his flesh. Her legs rose up to pull him into the apex of her sex.
Groaning, he eased himself on the bed the rest of the way and let her place him between her spread legs. His cock pulsed against her slick cunt, sliding over her clit. The scent of her arousal fired his body into an overwhelming sensitivity.
Grinding his cock against her pussy, he asked, “What do you think?”
Then she panted, staring at him for a heated, time-stopping moment. His heart and stomach twisted and rolled as she inspected him, her once sleepy haze disappearing, replaced by truth-seeking eyes.
Shit. He never should have tried to deceive her. Never should have tried to take advantage of her. He should have trusted that instinct would have won her over sooner rather than later. How could he ever expect her to trust him if she figured out what he had planned to do? She’d never want him now. How could she?
Slowly, she reached up and pulled his hair away from his face, tugging the golden strands into a mock ponytail. Her free hand traced along his cheek, brushing against the loose hair still framing his face. On a gasp, her fingers went to her lips, and he knew she figured it out.
“Tabitha,” he whispered. “I can explain.”
She brushed her fingers along the seam of his mouth, keeping him from speaking.
“What’s to explain, Ryken? You figured you could pretend to be Luken. Thought I wouldn’t notice the difference between the two of you?”
Swallowing hard, he nodded. “Yes,” he admitted honestly, the word coming out on a strangled wheeze. “I’m sorry. I never should have—”
“Then why did you?” she quickly asked. “Why risk getting caught and making a fool of yourself? Making a fool of me? Why come to me when you know how distraught we make each other?”
He licked his lips, his mouth as dry as cotton. He held her gaze, he saw something in her eyes, something he couldn’t quite identify. Was it desire? Perhaps it was only a reflection of his own. Swallowing back the bile choking him, he told her, “I want you, Tabitha. I want you so much it’s driving me crazy. I know it seems strange, but there’s something pulling me to you, making me want you more than the air in my lungs.”
She looked away from him, gazing down at the space between their naked bodies. Looking at her forlorn expression made him want to touch her, hold her in his arms, and show her he wasn’t the biggest jackass in the world. He didn’t think that was ever going to be possible.
Then she surprised him, knocking the rambling thoughts from his mind as she whispered. “I know what you mean, Ryken. I feel it, too.”
He heard her heartbeat increase. He felt a warm burst of air on his skin, and smelled the arousal of her sweet pussy.
“You do?” he asked, brow arched.
Nodding, she wrapped her arms around his neck and cradled her legs to position him more securely over top of her. The hard ridge of his stomach pressed against the softness of her belly. Her round breasts possessed erect, rosy nipples and he couldn’t wait to sample those rosy red berries.
“Are you sure, Tabitha? I don’t deserve to be with you now. I don’t deserve anything from you. I’m sorr—”
“Yes,” she said, cutting him off. “We can worry about the consequences tomorrow, but right now, my body needs you. I couldn’t send you away even if I wanted to.”
His mouth was inches away from hers, staring at her supple lips, needing to taste her to know if she belonged to him as his instincts told him she did. He felt her breath on his skin, and it was all he needed to feel before he claimed her mouth.
His lips found her neck, the soft lobe of her ear, her lips, his tongue plundered her wet mouth. Her heated mouth called to him. Tasting each other, he felt the fire in his stomach soar, his mind clouded with desires he had never felt before. Passion like nothing he had ever known blinded him.
Ryken was beside himself as he held her in his arms, stroking the soft flesh of her body, cradling her sumptuous curves so close to his body. He couldn’t tell where she began and he ended. His lips slid from her mouth to her chin, tasting the heated flesh. He loved the feel of her. She tasted of sunshine and rain, an intoxicating flavor that had his mouth watering for more. The softness of her skin, the warmth of her eyes, everything about her made him hard and eager.
He’d love to ram his cock inside her wet pussy, but he needed so much more than that. Needed to feel her in more than just a physical way, needed her to need him just as much as he needed her. The connection he desired was burning his gut, twisting him into knots. He didn’t understand what was driving his thoughts, but he heard them loud and clear.
He lowered himself to her breasts, sucking a nipple between his lips, flicking the hard bead with the tip of his tongue. Rolling his tongue over the nipple, he nipped at her breast. She shivered and he reveled in the sensations he caused her body to feel. He relished the little moans expelling from her body.
She groaned as he moved to the other nipple to divvy up the same exquisite torture. His wide hands molded over her breasts, the heavy weight filling his hands completely.
Tabitha’s fingers pulled at his loose hair, weaving in the long length, gripping him tight against her. She was whimpering, squirming beneath him with need.
Fingers roaming her body, seeking their way between her legs, he parted the slick folds of her pussy and circled his fingers around her clit. Her hips arched up as he played with the swollen nub.
He wanted to feel more of her, learn more about what she liked. His finger plunged into her sex. She bucked her hips, fucking his fingers as he pushed in another.
Two of his fingers fucked her pussy while another circled the rim of her anus. She trembled as he pressed gently against the tight rim of her rectum.
“Ryken?” she moaned. “What are you doing?”
“Don’t worry, baby. I’m only pleasuring you. Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you. Please, baby. I desire your trust.” Did he sound desperate, like he was begging her to accept him, needing her approval more than he realized?
He glanced up to see her nibbling her bottom lip, her eyes securely closed and creased as if straining from pressure. “I promise, baby. You’ll enjoy everything I do to you. I won’t stop until you’re writ
hing in my arms, under my lips, and snug tightly around my cock.” Groaning, he swirled his fingers once again over her pulsing clit then eased his fingers back into the depths of her cunt. “Do you understand, baby? Do you understand what I’m telling you?”
She nodded her head.
He pulled his drenched fingers from her pussy, placing them at the entrance of her anus, spreading her cheeks. His finger pressed slowly inside, fighting against her rigid muscles.
“Relax, baby. This will feel wonderful if you let it.”
His mouth dipped down between her legs and licked her clit, sucking the throbbing nub into his mouth. She relaxed instantly, and his finger slid inside her tight asshole with ease. Then he pressed two other fingers inside her pussy, filling her body.
She bucked against him. “Oh, God,” she gasped. “That feels unbelievably good.” Her hips arched up invitingly.
A warm flutter awakened inside his chest. He loved pleasing her, couldn’t believe how responsive her body was to his touch. “I hate to say I told you so, but—” He licked her pussy once more, his fingers still fucking her body. “But why bother?” He licked her again, swirling his tongue around the sensitive clit. “No one has fucked that beautiful ass of yours before, have they baby?”
Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut as she shook her head.
Teasing her body with his fingers and mouth, he suddenly stopped—a need pounding in his head and cock. “Get on your hands and knees, baby.”
Her eyes sprung open wide, but the smile that lit her face told him she was excited at the prospect of being on display in such an erotic way. She pulled up her legs and twisted her torso, rolling to the side and repositioned herself on her hands and knees. Ryken gripped hold of her hips and placed his cock at the entrance of her pussy, pressing the head of his cock inside the tight wetness of her cunt.
He kicked his head back as a roar of satisfaction rumbled from his chest, and he slid all the way to the hilt. Pumping his hips a few times, he fucked her, took her slow and steady, enjoying the tight squeeze of her pussy sucking his cock inside the warm tissue of her body.
The wolf was ready to join in the fun. Ryken couldn’t keep the beast contained much longer. Why bother? The beast would fuck her as only a wild animal could. He doubted that Luken had given in to the primal side of himself, considerate of her feelings. Well, he was considerate, too. Considerate enough to fuck her so good and hard she would never forget the night he gave her. Him, not Luken.
Bucking his hips against the round globes of her ass, he pumped harder, faster, slamming in cock inside the depths of her pussy like a driving piston in an engine. He wanted to be different from his brother. Show her passions Luken was too modest to share.
His finger circled the rim of her asshole, toying with the tight, flexing muscles of her anus. He circled his finger around her clit and lubricated his finger with her slick juices then returned his finger to her rectum, pushing against the muscles until he penetrated into the depths of her asshole.
“Oh, God!” she cried, pushing back against him as he fucked her ass and pussy.
“Ever had your asshole finger-fucked, baby?”
Shaking, trembling in his hands. She shook her head, stammering, “N–no, n–never.”
He drove in harder, faster, but still controlled and gentle. “Do you like it, baby? Do you like what I’m doing to your beautiful body?”
“Yes. Oh, God, yes,” she panted.
“Would you like to feel my cock fucking your asshole, and would you like to know what it’s like to have me shoved into the depths of your ass while I finger-fuck your pussy?”
She didn’t answer. The question seemed to make her shudder with unease. He knew he could push her into answering, wanted her writhing in his hands, screaming and moaning for passions he could only give her.
“It’s okay, baby. You don’t have to answer.”
He removed his finger from her ass and his cock from her pussy. She moaned in displeasure as her once-filled body was empty of his touch, but he quickly fixed that when he pressed the head of his cock against the tight, restrictive muscles of her asshole.
“Relax, baby, I won’t hurt you. Your body is so beautiful. I’ve never been so hot in my life.”
He pressed a little harder, and she moaned as the foreign pressure of his cock pressed deeper inside her body. His hands held her hips still as he rocked his own hips forward, pushing against the straining tissue of her anus.
“Damn, baby. You feel so fucking good. I’ve never felt something so tight in my life. You ass is milking my cock so perfectly.”
She whimpered as his fingers circled her throbbing clit, stroking her until he heard the flutter of desires ignite from within her at the foreign feel of his cock in her asshole. He held himself still as he teased and tormented her pussy. His fingers glided along the slick walls, rolling over her clit, flicking the sensitive tip until she bucked against him.
“Oh, God, I’m going to come. Don’t stop.” She pushed back against him and drove his cock to the hilt inside her ass, just as the juices from her pussy flooded his fingers.
He delved inside her soaked pussy, fucking her cunt as he fucked her ass. The overwhelming sensation fried his brain, turning him into a puddle of mush. He couldn’t believe how wonderful she felt, how incredible her body tasted, and how the muscles of her cunt and ass gripped his fingers and cock.
As her body continued to squeeze his fingers, he felt her body rock once again in his arms. She was shuddering and gasping from another orgasm. Her release only excited him more, fueling his body into his own release.
“Awwwww,” he roared, body dripping with sweat as he filled her asshole with his hot cum.
Pulling his cock free of the tightness of her rectum, he collapsed on top of her and rolled to his back, leaving her lying on her chest, staring at him with so much desire.
He brushed the fallen hair from her face and smiled. “Did I hurt you?” he asked, and the tone in his voice was much softer than he had ever heard it.
She shook her head with a smile. “Oh, no, I’m fine. That was incredible. I’ve never had anal sex before.”
He pushed up to rest on his elbows, gazing down at her. “Did you like it?”
A wave of naughtiness flashed in her eyes. “Would you think less of me if I said yes?”
“No,” he said matter-of-factly. And he didn’t. He was thankful she was so eager for passion, so ready to please him as he was to please her. “I need to share with you that I’ve never enjoyed being with someone more than I enjoyed being with you.” He cupped her face, brushing the back of his knuckles over the soft skin of her cheek. “You are an amazing woman, Tabitha, and I’m honored to have been given your trust. Thank you.”
She stared at him, her eyes filled with so many things he couldn’t tell exactly what they were. He thought he saw desire and heat, but there was something else in those eyes, something that warned him of the dangers in store for them.
Her eyes fluttered shut and then popped back open. She was exhausted.
“Would you like to rest?” He knew he should let her fall back to sleep, especially before Luken returned.
“Yes,” she breathed, as her eyes closed. He pressed a quick kiss to the corner of her mouth before moving off the bed, turning to cover her again with the blanket. He dressed, but before he left the room, he glanced back at the angel that had filled his soul.
She was his, but how could he ever have her, truly have her after she had given herself to both Luken and him. How could she choose between them? Luken had earned her trust immediately, while he was the jackass who had tried to take advantage of that trust. He was going to burn in Hell, for sure.
Chapter Six
Roaming the train cars in search of his brother had taken forever. Ryken was nowhere to be found. Luken prayed his dumbass brother had not gotten so sloppy drunk he had somehow managed to fall off the train. It wouldn’t have been the first time he had done something ridiculous wh
ile inebriated—like the time Ryken had partially transformed into the wolf on Halloween and gone streaking up and down Interstate 20.
Yes, his brother could be a little reckless, not to mention careless, at times.
The drink-dealing bartender shared that Ryken had sampled pretty much one of every alcoholic beverage available. But even with a supernatural metabolism, a lycan could get drunk. It took longer, but it could still happen.
What the hell had gotten into Ryken? Why did Tabitha incite so much rage in him? Ryken was not without his own wiles. Ryken could wrap a woman around his finger just as easily as he could. His approach might be different, but the end result was the same—fucking until he couldn’t fuck no more.
Granted, they had been out of practice for a while. Hadn’t really tried to score in months with everything they were responsible for at McCarthy Ranch. Maintaining the ranch was a full-time job, along with patrolling the property and keeping intruders out. That left little to no time for finding a warm body to snuggle up with.
The reaction Tabitha had to Ryken was different—almost provoking.
He shook his head at the strange thought. Did she do that to Ryken on purpose?
Luken personally felt nothing but peace when he was with Tabitha. She soothed him like nothing had ever soothed him before. He smiled, remembering that he had left her naked and alone in her train car, something he was about to remedy.
Opening the door to the train car they occupied, he inhaled deeply, pulling the familiar scent into his lungs, a scent he had basked in for hours the night before. Just as he stepped into the train car, the door to Tabitha’s private room opened, and Ryken stepped through it, sweaty, his hair down around his face in a way he generally didn’t like to wear it.
Stepping closer, his chest tightened. He didn’t want to believe what his gut was telling him. Denying it to the bitter end, he snarled, “Why do you smell like Tabitha, Ryken?”
