by Mina Carter
“I want to taste you, then I'm gonna fuck you.” The crude words whispered against her ear sent an illicit thrill shooting through her. She shouldn't be doing this, Jayce might be back any minute and she knew how he felt about her. Too nice. Go home and play with your dolls. She could still feel the roughness of his palm on her cheek the day he and Ryder had left home and that comment had haunted her for years.
“Screw him,” she muttered, if Jayce didn't want her then Ryder sure as hell did and she wasn't saying no.
“Screw who?” Ryder asked between kisses, dragging her leg over his hip and grinding the hardness of his erection right where she ached the most. “Jayce? Forget him, his loss. My gain.”
His hands closed on the hem of her shirt and slowly drew it over her head. His eyes, amber and grey in the silver moonlight, burned with desire. Her hair fluttered in a silken cloud around her, the soft brushes making her bite her lip as she watched his expression. The tips just reached her nipples. Tight buds in the cool night air, aching for his touch. He didn't make her wait long, leaning down to flick his tongue over one.
Cat swore, her head dropping back against the rough bark of the tree trunk as Ryder nibbled and licked her breasts. Tension built in her slender body as anticipation coursed through her. Her nipples ached for him to close his warm mouth over her but he didn't. Nearing desperation she arched her back in invitation, offering more of the soft globe to his roving lips.
He chuckled, reading her intent. “Not yet little wolf. I've waited a long time for this so now I'll make you wait.”
As he spoke his strong fingers smoothed down the curve of her hip, angling inwards to tease the line where her thigh met her body. “And, believe me, it'll be worth it.”
He leaned back, holding her at arm’s length as he drank in the sight of her. Hot shivers raced over Cat’s skin. She stretched, showing off and offering herself to him. The heated look in his eyes drove the tension in her body higher. All she wanted to do was press against him, rub herself against all that toned muscle like a cat and demand he fuck her.
He smiled, a feral look entering his eyes. “You're gorgeous. Better than I ever imagined.”
Cat tilted her head, her feminine curiosity peaked. “Why, you think of me often?”
He moved down her body, leaning in to place a kiss on her shoulder, on the tip of a breast, before sliding to his knees in front of her and pressing his lips against her soft stomach. Cat gasped, the brush of his stubble-covered chin against her skin sent a bolt of lust through her so strong her knees buckled.
“I got you baby,” Ryder murmured, his strong arms holding her and urging her to lean back. A large hand cupped the back of her knee to lift it and loop it over his shoulder. Cat bit her lip, heat washing into her cheeks as she considered the sight she must present. Naked as the day she was born, legs spread with one hooked over a hot guy's shoulder, his lips dangerously close to her pussy.
“Hmmmm, yeah. Much better than my dreams.”
His first lick across her folds made Cat jump a little in surprise. With his second he swept his tongue from her aching pussy up to her clit, opening her with one long, determined sweep to tease the tiny nub of flesh. Cat’s bones melted as the warm wetness of his tongue surrounded her clit. Oh hell, it felt fantastic, far better than she’d imagined. And he was only just getting started. With his third lick he circled the entrance to her pussy, then stabbed as deep as he could, fucking her with his tongue as she cried out and clutched his shoulders.
Her pleas did little to sway him. The soft moans and muttered curses just seemed to urge him on. His large hand supported her knee hooked over his shoulder, holding her open for his lips and tongue as he ravished her. Cat groaned as her clit ached and her pussy clenched at his attentions. Her hands lifted, seeking and finding purchase around a branch above her as Ryder nibbled and licked, alternating paying attention to her clit with sliding his tongue as deep as he could into her needy pussy.
The small clearing filled with the sounds of sex. Then it all became too much, Cat's body stiffened as the tight knot of pleasure in her loins expanded, her clit and pussy aching in rhythm with it.
“Oh my God, I'm gonna c—”
Ryder drew her clit into the warm cavern of his mouth and flicked the tip of his tongue rapidly back and forth over it. Pleasure exploded in Cat's body. She cried his name, her hips jerking against him as she came hard. Heat surged through her veins in waves that she couldn't stop, didn't want to stop. She'd never had an orgasm so intense, so immediate.
Her head rolled back against the trunk as Ryder dropped her thigh, standing and wiping his mouth in the same movement. Gathering her into his arms he kissed her again. She could taste herself on his lips, an earthy-musky taste which wasn't unpleasant, just different.
“You taste wonderful. See what you do to me?” He pulled her up hard against his erection, still constrained by his boxers. “You make me so hot. You know what I'm gonna do now? Turn around sweetheart.”
Cat shivered and did as she was told, leaning her hands against the trunk as Ryder kicked her feet further apart. If she'd been asked how she'd seen her first time with him, she wouldn't have picked this … up against a tree in a forest while on the run. As Ryder dipped his knees and ran the thick head of his cock over her pussy lips from behind, she had to admit it was as hot as hell. Far hotter than any of her fantasies had been by a long shot.
He felt her little shiver of pleasure, chuckling softly by her ear. “You like that kitty-cat?” he murmured and pressed his thigh against the inside of hers to open her legs further. Cat didn't have time to answer, all her attention focused on where his cock rubbed against the lips of her pussy. Christ, he was big. She swallowed, suddenly nervous. He wasn't going to fit all that inside her, surely? He'd split her in two.
“It's okay, just breathe.” His voice was a soft murmur of reassurance as his hand snaked around her belly, seeking her clit. “I wouldn't hurt you for the world Cat, you can stake your life on that.”
She bit her lip as his fingers moved against her, clever and sure as he wrung a response from her body she didn't think was possible. Not after such an intense orgasm. But within seconds a moan bubbled over and escaped her lips, a familiar heat setting up low in her belly.
“That's it sweetheart, let it go. Fuck, you're wet and ready for me.” He groaned, his fingers circling and tweaking her clit. Then he fitted himself against her and started to push his way into her hot, wet pussy. Cat swore and bit her lip.
When he stilled and tried to move away, she grabbed his hand and shoved it back down between her legs. “Stop messing around and just fuck me Ryder, okay?”
“Whatever you say baby.” His voice was tight as he pushed his way inside, her body stretching to accommodate his thick shaft.
Cat stilled, every muscle tensed as he slid into her inch by slow inch. She'd never felt anything so erotic in her life. Every skin cell was hypersensitive to the brush of his hands and the heat of his skin against her bare back. Finally, with a last push of his hips, he was in her all the way, his thighs pressing into hers as he filled her completely.
“Breathe through it baby, it'll be good in a minute.” His lips were soft on her neck as his fingers stroked her clit. Cat held on, waiting for the discomfort to abate. It wasn't pain, not really, just a full feeling she wasn't used to. She'd never had a guy as big as Ryder.
The tight feeling in her stretched pussy wore off and Cat released a sigh of relief. Ryder's fingers worked in slow circles around the tight bud of her clit. She bit her lip again, mangling the lower one as tension built in slow and steady degrees. She needed to move, even impaled on his massive cock she needed to move against him. Tentatively she rolled her hips. The small movement caused a delicious friction that stole her breath.
“Hmmmm…” Ryder took her movement as a signal. He pulled out of her almost all the way, until just the head of his cock was still inside her. Cat pouted in disappointment as he pulled out. She wanted him to mov
e, not pull out. It didn't last long, within seconds he surged back, filling her to the hilt.
“Ugh … you … oh fuck!” Pulling back he slammed into her again, then again and again, his movements fevered. The clearing filled with new sounds … of skin against skin, the sound of Ryder's deep groans and her own whimpers of pleasure.
“Yeah, just like that sweetheart, ride it … I want to feel you come over my cock.”
Cat gasped as Ryder upped the pace. Even with her pussy slick from her earlier release it was still a tight fit, the friction where their bodies joined enough to make her eyes roll back in her head.
She arched her back and drove back against him, impaling herself on his thick cock until she thought she was going to pass out. The hard knot in her loins intensified until she ached with the need to come.
“Oh God yeah, I'm gonna … ahhhhh!” Cat stiffened, pleasure exploding out from her core. Her pussy clamped hard around Ryder's cock, milking the hardened shaft mercilessly as her orgasm washed over her.
He grunted, arms closing tight round her as he slammed into her one last time then went rigid. His cock, buried deep inside her, pulsed and jerked as he came, his hot seed flooding the neck of her womb. For an instant, Cat prayed it would find fertile ground—
“What the hell is going on here?”
Chapter Five
Ryder and Cat jumped apart like they'd been burnt and whirled around. Cat squeaked in surprise as Ryder’s hand closed on her arm, shoving her behind his larger body. She peered around his shoulder. Jayce was mere feet away and the expression on his face—shock, hurt and anger—twisted Cat’s heartstrings.
“You just couldn't wait, could you?” he demanded, his eyes blazing as he rounded on his brother. “Couldn't wait until we could get her back to her family and find a whore someplace for you to spend your lust on.”
Cat's cheeks burned at the words, an awful sick feeling filled her from her toes right up to her throat. Jayce's voice was harsh and angry. Not the voice she remembered from her dreams all these years. Bending down she grabbed her shirt, trying to pull it on as quickly as possible and shield her naked body from the condemning look in Jayce's eyes.
He noticed the movement. “Don't bother sweetheart, I've seen it already. The sight of you and him in mid-fuck is an image I really didn't want but then, I can't exactly bleach my eyeballs can I?” he snapped, a curl to his lips as he gave her a contemptuous look.
Cat swallowed and held the shirt close to her. Left loose it just about covered everything that was important. As long as she didn't do anything energetic.
His look, his tone, made her feel terrible … as though the pleasure she and Ryder had shared was dirty. At the same time though, she could see the hurt hiding under the anger in Jayce's eyes. Which didn't make sense, he didn't want her but he didn't want Ryder to have her either?
“It wasn't like that…”
She stepped forwards, reaching out. What she and Ryder had shared was wonderful, fantastic. Beautiful. She needed to make him understand.
“Don't.” He yanked his arm away from her questing hand. Cat recoiled. “Don't touch me. Don't ever fucking touch me, okay?”
“Come on man, no need for that. She's only trying to help.”
“Shut it Ry, I think you've done enough,” Jayce snarled, his voice rough-edged and deeper than normal. A sign of his wolf close to the surface. “She's going into heat, you knew that … you knew she wouldn't refuse you. She wouldn't say no to any man at the moment but you decide to fuck her anyway… Christ Ry, I knew you didn’t have any morals but that's fucking low man!”
“Jay, that’s not h—”
“It wasn't like that!” Anger swirled through Cat, winding around the hurt she felt at Jayce's contempt as she cut Ryder off mid-sentence. “I wouldn't just … go with anyone. It was special.”
Jayce barked a harsh laugh, his head dropping back for a moment and twisted mirth on his handsome features. Cat winced at the sound.
“Yeah darling, special. You tell yourself that. Tell yourself anything to avoid the truth of what happened. You gave it up like a bitch in heat to a horny wolf who likes to fuck as many women as he can, as many ways as he can. Any hole's a goal, eh Ryder? What you gonna do, fuck her up the ass as an encore? Oh, that'd be good, let’s ruin her innocence in one fell swoop, shall we?”
Cat didn't hear Ryder’s angry answer, her heart thundering in her ears as hot tears prickled in the back of her eyes, hurting her throat as she tried not to cry. What had she done to deserve this?
“I'm not a whore.” Cat tried to keep her voice from trembling. She hated him, she truly hated him, and loved him at the same time. “I know what I'm doing. The moon madness hasn't affected my judgment—”
“Yeah right darling, you'll give it up to anyone with a cock and you know it.”
“Get lost,” she snapped. “It wasn't like that and now you're being rude and offensive.”
Jayce just watched her, his eyes unreadable. “Sure it was Cat. You need fucking, I can smell it on you. In half an hour you'll need a thick cock up your cunt again. And again, and again, for the next three days. You'll beg and plead to get it and you won't care who takes you.”
Ryder opened his mouth but Cat cut him off with a sharp gesture. This was between her and his brother. She looked Jayce square in the eyes.
“Piss off Jayce.” She tried to control her body and hoped he didn't realize she was trembling. “You're pissing me off now. If you can't be adult about this, go find a playpen to throw your toys out of.”
She'd pushed it too far. She realized that as soon as the words left her mouth and, behind her, Ryder swore lowly.
“Cat, let me handle this,” Ryder asked softly, his hand smoothing down her arm but Cat shrugged him off.
“No Ryder, he’s being an ass and I’ve had enough of it!”
On the surface he seemed to be the more dangerous of the two, but she knew them. Jayce was the dangerous one and every bit of that danger was directed right at her in his green-eyed glare.
“Oh, well. If you’re pissed off, I’d better give you a reason, shouldn’t I?” His words were dangerously quiet and he moved without warning. One minute he stood apart from them, his body tight with anger, and the next he was hauling Cat roughly up against him.
She gasped in protest as his mouth crashed down on hers but he simply used her parted lips to deepen the kiss. A kiss that was ruthless and demanding … and, God help her, had her hot and needy in seconds.
She whimpered against his lips, at first in denial. She didn't want to be kissed like this, as a punishment instead of an act of love. She wanted his lips soft and loving, not hard and angry. But her wolf and the madness didn't care. He was a virile man and he was aroused, the evidence of that pressing hard against her belly.
Cat’s whimpers of denial turned to moans of need as she moved closer to him. Her soft curves fitted perfectly against the solid planes of his body as he folded her in his arms. She moaned as his hand cupped the nape of her neck, holding her head still as he broke from her mouth to kiss along her jaw.
Need swirled through her in a thick haze as her head dropped back, baring the vulnerable length of her throat to his lips. When his hand swept up her side to close over her breast, she mewled and arched her back, offering more to him. She needed more from him. Desperate for his touch she pressed closer, her hands smoothing over his shoulders and down the solid muscles of his chest…
He thrust her away from him with a savage push. Like in the bar, Cat's bare ass hit the ground hard, knocking the wind out of her in a loud “whoosh”.
*
“Told you you'd be hot for any guy who came along.”
He should have felt triumph that he’d been proven right, but all Jayce felt was empty victory as he looked down at her. Sitting in the dirt, holding the white shirt, her long, tanned legs akimbo in front of her, she looked up at him angrily. The tears in her eyes speared his heart like a pig ready for roasting.
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p; Ignoring it, Jayce cupped his crotch. He was out of order and he hated himself for it, but he just couldn't stop.
“When you've worn lover-boy here out, you come look me up. You want cock, I'll give it to you. I'll fuck you until you come screaming my name and begging me for more.”
Ryder helped her to her feet and their entwined hands sent another stab of jealousy through Jayce. “In your dreams Jayce. You think I'd let you touch me after that little display?”
Jayce shrugged. He didn’t care … he shouldn’t care. “Whatever. I'll leave you two lovebirds to it. I'd rather not see you fuck again.”
“Jayce, I think you need to calm down and clear your head.” Ryder's voice was quiet, the concern in it evident. A fact that pissed Jayce off even more. Of course Ryder could afford to be all magnanimous and concerned now, couldn't he? He'd taken the one thing Jayce had ever wanted. Cat.
Caitlin had chosen Ryder.
He looked at them, Cat all wrapped up in his brother's arms, and felt sick. There was no way he could stick around, not now.
“Fuck this,” he spat and turned on his heel. “Have a nice life Cat. Ryder, go to fucking hell,” he snapped and disappeared into the forest.
* * * *
Jayce went wolf as soon as he hit the tree line, not caring that the clothes he'd gathered so carefully in town were destroyed in the change. He ran as hard and as fast as he could to get away from his brother and Cat.
He couldn't run from his memories though. In his mind's eye all he could see was them together, Cat naked and writhing under his brother's muscular form. Ryder's bare ass clenching as he thrust his cock into her willing body. The sounds, the smells—all burned into his memory and tormenting him. So he sought refuge in the wolf, trying to bury his humanity so deep he couldn't remember what he'd seen.
It made no difference. The knowledge was still there. The knowledge that when it came to it, Cat had picked Ryder. She'd chosen his brother over him and that ate away at Jayce like acid.
