Munroe and Stanka: The Beginning (Shadow Wolves MC Book 3)

by Daniela Jackson

  Sweet Jesus. The boy has the most beautiful tits I’ve ever seen, large, topped with perfect areolas, wonderful. Perfect for drawing them into my mouth.

  Fuck me. Dandy has tits. Real tits. Tits pleading me to squeeze them and suck at the hard peaks. Tits of a goddess. My tits.

  “Well, look at you, Dandy,” I say and whistle. “I knew something was wrong with you. So, you’re a girl not a boy. And look at you. What a beautiful view.”

  Dandy’s face is clean now so I can see she is a really pretty girl. No, not pretty. As beautiful as an angel. Now I notice her high cheekbones and the almond shape of her eyes. Her thick eyebrows frame them like seagull wings, perfectly dark against the angelic platinum shade of her hair. And her irises? Fucking hell, two emeralds burning like a demon’s fury. Then my eyes sweep over her full lips. I want to have those sinfully beautiful lips wrapped around my cock. For eternity.

  The girl hugs herself with her slim white arms, but her breasts pour out. My dick awakes at the sight of her erect nipples. There is a thin silver chain around her neck with a ring. It’s made of dark gold with a ruby. The girl grabs this ring as though she wants to protect it, offering me an even better view of her tits. Thank God, I haven’t fucked anything around that cute little thing, that adorable thing trembling in the pond. She might have felt jealous, which would have made her despise me. I guess it’s sometimes good to keep your dick in your pants and wait for such a fragile miracle to appear in your life. My dick has been waiting for her and what is more my whole strength has been preserved to use it on fucking her.

  A thought flashes through my head. I can’t smell like a dead pig when there is such a beauty under my protection. A little aristocrat under my protection. My eyes sweep over her face then travel down to the indent of her waist. Her upper body is beautifully built. Her ass must be equally tempting.

  “Maybe I could have a bath too,” I say my thoughts out loud, my mind cloudy, ravenous like I’m an animal that’s been starving the whole winter, like I’m a wolf sensing his mate.

  This one second has changed my whole perspective, my whole life. I’m insane, but I don’t desire anything other than this insanity.

  The girl turns her back towards me as I pull my belt and remove it, then shake off my jacket and pull the t-shirt over my head, tossing the garments onto the ground. My trousers and boots land on top of the pile. The girl shakes as I step into the water and its coldness pricks my skin like a thousand icicles. My breath stops in my throat and my cock goes lifeless.

  “Fuck,” I hiss as my feet go numb.

  I move on the stony bottom as slimy vegetation tickles my skin. The evening sun’s rays penetrate past the wall of vegetation around the pond, creating a delicate dazzling aura. Leaves and lilies float on the surface like tiny boats. A bird twitters in the distance.

  “So,” I say, clearing my throat and standing behind the girl. “What’s your real name, sweetheart?”

  “Stanka. Stanka Natalia Tesarik.” A gasp follows her every world.

  Poor girl. She’s so cold I can hear her teeth chattering together. But luckily, I’m here and I’m all hot for her, ready to share my heat with her.

  “Stanka,” I say. “A beautiful name for a beautiful woman. You said you were eighteen, right?”

  I run my palm over her shoulder blade. She shivers under my touch. My fingertips are sliding slowly, hyperaware of the goose bumps spreading across her skin as her breathing accelerates. The girl really needs a man to warm her up. A real man like me.

  I begin to think that I do have that fucking sixth sense my old friend has always suspected me of or maybe my guardian angel really likes me. She was a perfect boy and I’ve never shown any softness towards any other boy I’ve met in life. Yeah, this was destiny.

  My eyes devour every inch of the girl’s white skin, a bit moon-like against the glassy dark surface of the pond. Her lips are a bit purple. They need a proper kiss to regain their colour. That’s all.

  “Here’s the deal, Stanka.” I kiss her shoulder and run my thumb down her spine. “I’ll take you to Edinburgh. I won’t hurt you and I’ll protect you so no other man will hurt you. But, you have to be nice to me. Do you understand?”

  She lied to me, made a fool of me, and stripped me of the chance to take care of her properly. It’s not too late though. I will make the things right between us from now on.

  “Go to hell,” she hisses and rushes towards the bank. “Rude. Rude peasant.”

  Her beautiful round ass sways as her legs tear through the water and disperse clouds of drizzle. Sweet Jesus, that is the ass a man wants to massage, squeeze, and kiss. Fuck like an animal. I growl as she steps onto the bank, lowers, picks up her clothes, and covers herself.

  I follow her as clouds of drizzle rise around me. She called me a peasant. A. Peasant. I’m a gangster not a peasant. I won’t leave it. I will fucking punish her. I will punish her hard, fast, raw, when the time comes.

  She flings herself to the side, her feet wrinkling the blanket, but I plunge towards her and seize her around the waist, pinning her down to the ground with my frame two steps away from the fire, her body stiff beneath mine.

  “I won’t hurt you,” I rasp into her ear, my chest pressing against her back. “But others will. I can be a nice man. If you are nice to me, I will be nice to you.”

  “What do you want?” Her arms wiggle so I bunch her wrists and pin her hands over her head.

  My dick awakes and fever surges through my body, violent and unstoppable.

  Stanka’s ass beneath my hips pleads me to drive my hard cock into her aristocratic cunt, but I restrain myself. She’s not ready. Not yet.

  “Not much, princess. Smile for me. Entertain me.”

  I won’t demand a lot in the beginning. We need to start slowly. She’s a noblewoman, after all. Then I’m going to demand more. I’m going to fuck her senseless and she’s going to enjoy it.

  She inhales deeply as her muscles relax so I ease my weight onto my elbows and allow her to roll on her back.

  “Is that all?” she asks, leaning against her elbows as I sit on my heels between her folded legs.

  “I want to touch your tits. I haven’t touched a woman’s tits for a long time.”

  Her mouth opens and her chin trembles. Her seductive lips plead for me to crush them with mine.

  “I’m not going to fuck you,” I say. Well, not in the beginning. We have to get to know each other better. “I have some principles. Just let me touch your tits and kiss your sinfully beautiful lips. That’s all.”

  Her forehead wrinkles as she takes a sharp breath and pulls her shirt over her head.

  “Fuck,” I rasp at the sight of her erect nipples pleading for me to draw them into my mouth. “I’m a lonely man, you know, and you’re a very beautiful woman.” My hard dick pokes into her inner thigh, as I circle her nipple with my forefinger. “A little touching will do us both good.” A little touching will help us to get to know each other better. A little touching will help us to be less shy around one another, to bond.

  I lower my head as the tip of my tongue follows my finger and I bite her nipple lightly, forcing a moan from her sweet mouth.

  Stanka

  He crushes my body with his as his mouth covers mine. The stiff monster between his legs throbs against my tummy as his tongue parts my lips and invades my mouth. I never expected a kiss to be so wet. So hot and so pleasant. Yet, my rationality rebels against that tingly consuming sensation.

  I turn my head to the side, gasping. “Enough.”

  He shakes his head as though I’m a badly behaved child. “Are you innocent, Stanka?”

  I suck in a breath. He has no constraint. No principles. No manners.

  “Answer me.” He nibbles on my earlobe as his calloused palm covers my breast, squeezing roughly, massaging, stroking.

  His fingers twist my nipple, causing me pain that is pleasant to me. He squeezes my breasts then pinches both my nipples.

  “I am a vir
gin, sir,” I say as my voice falters at the wave of pleasure surging through me and centring on my core.

  I’ve never been with a man and never even kissed a man before that crude, unshaven peasant.

  He growls into my ear as his hand squeezes my breast again, and it’s like a sweet torture, then his mouth touches my neck. He inserts his forefinger into my mouth and his insane eyes fix on mine.

  His hot breath puffs into my ear. “Suck my finger, princess.”

  A deal is a deal and this is the kind of deal, right? So I obey him. My mouth wraps around his digit. I swirl my tongue around it, making Munroe growl like a bear.

  “Sweet Jesus,” he says and pumps his finger in and out. “What a talent. Good girl. Suck my finger as you’d suck my dick.” He kisses the angle of my mouth.

  I have no practical experience of how to suck a dick but I often eavesdropped on my father and my brother while they were talking about whores so I know what sucking a dick is. I know I should move my lips up and down. Holding Munroe’s wrist, I caress his finger with my tongue and mouth. He growls louder and a sense of power surges through me.

  “Good girl,” he says. “My naughty little princess.” Then he pulls his finger out, circling my nipple with it. “Beautiful tits. Beautiful.”

  His words both scare me and excite me. I don’t know which is more.

  He will take me to my family. He’s only demanded to touch my breasts. That’s not a high price for his escort.

  I feel his dirty calloused fingers sliding down my chest and scratching my mound through the fabric of my trousers.

  “Enough,” I bark.

  Suddenly it’s too much for me. Needs flood me; needs I can’t name, and they clash with my principles, creating a hot bubbly mix. There is a strange disconnection between my mind and body and I don’t understand it. Like I have no control over my body. My pussy pulsates, pleading for Munroe’s touch, betraying me.

  “Stanka, I promised something. I am a man of my word. I’m not going to sink my dick into your aristocratic little cunt, but a little touching will do you good.”

  I snort in response.

  “A deal is a deal,” that crude bastard says.

  I grab his wrist. “To Edinburgh, promise?”

  “Promise.”

  I nod at him, our gazes colliding.

  What choice do I have anyway? I will die on my own, but before I die, the men I’ll meet will hurt me, will make death a salvation for me.

  Munroe is handsome, in a crude dangerous way, but still handsome. Scars mark his broad muscular chest as though a knife has cut him repeatedly. There are also three round scars on his arm and below his collarbone, bullet wounds probably. He looks like a real man. I always liked watching real men when I attended church. They made me yearn for something I couldn’t name.

  Munroe’s had a bath so he doesn’t smell like a pig anymore. We’re friends. Kind of. I trust the hero part of his personality, but I’m scared of the gangster inside him.

  I release his wrist and he pulls at my trousers, peeling them off me in one motion. I’m naked and he’s naked too.

  A little touching, he said. I have no idea what that means, but I’m excited to learn. So excited that it muffles my urge to escape. Suddenly, there is no me. I’m an abyss greedily sucking all the sensations that dangerous man is giving me.

  He sits up and yanks me to him so my back rests against his hairy chest. His skin is wet, but hot, and this heat radiates from him to me, seizing my body like a fever. His folded legs guard my body as he palms my breast and his other hand travels to my mound, fingers brushing my pubic hair.

  “Bend your knees and spread them,” he says in a menacing tone, sending a tingle down my spine.

  I obey him and his fingers run up and down my slit, rubbing against one sensitive point. I let out a small moan as heat floods my tummy. My skin prickles; my mind clouds with elemental needs I never knew I had.

  I can play the piano. I can read and write in four different languages. I can dance. But I’ve never touched myself down there. Vilma was very straightforward and strict about it.

  “Hands always away from your bottom,” she repeated every night whilst kissing my forehead and saying a ‘good night’.

  I bobbed my head at her then as my cheeks flushed.

  “No indecent thoughts,” Vilma would add.

  I usually clenched my teeth at her order and rolled on my side. Vilma sauntered out of my bedroom and my head filled with blurry thoughts. About men of course. My stomach fluttered and my tummy filled with heat.

  I’ve always craved romantic, passionate love; my lips have craved kisses. I’ve craved a handsome man’s kiss since I turned fifteen. I’ve craved a man’s touch since I turned seventeen. But I never expected that it would feel so dirty and so consuming at the same time. I thought it would be just stroking my cheeks and arms, pecking on my mouth.

  Munroe kisses my cheek then licks my neck, biting my shoulder, and I feel as though my whole body is melting, as though liquid silver has replaced my blood. My muscles tense up and I want something dark and dirty. I want it desperately.

  His finger massages this point between my folds and my pussy clenches, yearning for his cock to fill it. I’m so wet between my thighs that I’m embarrassed by myself.

  Vilma said that being with a man would hurt, but, it’s been pure pleasure so far. Dirty forbidden pleasure.

  I’m at this peasant’s mercy.

  “Don’t take my innocence,” I murmur.

  Munroe

  My little aristocrat arches her back against my chest, her heels digging into the ground.

  I’ve never held a woman of such a high background in my arms. Her skin is soft to touch, flawless. Perfectly white like snow. And her tits? Good Lord. I can’t compliment them enough. My fantasies have come true. I could live with my face between her tits. I could easily brace my hands around her slender waist, and her round ass? Perfection. Miracle. She really looks like a Greek goddess.

  I rub my thumb against her clitoris harder and she moans softly, squirming in my embrace as though it’s too much for her to bear.

  And sweet Jesus, I love the feeling of holding her in my arms, showing her what it means to be in a man’s embrace. I love her innocence and I love the thought that I’ll take her innocence. Soon. As soon as this little aristocrat stops snorting at the sight of me.

  My dick aches for her cunt, my balls ache, but I promised her something so I’m going to keep my promise. Though, if she asks me to fuck her, I will fuck her.

  It’s a long way to Edinburgh. We are going to spend a lot of time together. She will change her mind. I can be a charming man. Women love me. This little aristocrat is going to love me too.

  I want to push a finger into her wet heat, but I restrain myself. Soon, I will push two fingers and then my hard cock into her. I’ll stretch her, cause her pain, carry her to ecstasy.

  I run my finger along her slit, gathering her arousal, and rub it on her lips. She sighs as though a scared bird has flapped its wings.

  I hold her chin, turning her face to mine and suck her lower lip, tasting her juices, biting, scratching with my teeth as my finger massages her clitoris.

  She starts breathing heavily, her body taut against mine, her back sliding up and down my chest so I work her faster, stealing her breath, fucking her mouth with my tongue.

  She lets out a gulping sound then stops breathing. Her body shakes as she moans her satisfaction loudly and slumps into my embrace, covered in droplets of sweat.

  She’s still shivering as I hold my dick, stroking it up and down. Flutters of warm pleasure shoot to my toes. My mouth captures hers and she sinks her fingers into my hair as I crush her chest with my arm and jerk off. With a guttural growl, I shoot my load over her thigh, rising to the silver void of my satisfaction.

  As the fog in my head clears, I rest my forehead against hers and inhale her, the spicy and sweet allure of her sweat, the earth and moisture covering her skin.
r />   “You need another bath, my little princess,” I say and scramble to my feet, scooping her up in my arms.

  Her hazy eyes lock onto mine, her face painted with surprise, cheeks red. Her limp body sways in my embrace. She feels so soft to touch. I want that sensation to last forever.

  We immerse ourselves into the pond to wash the dirt away and she stiffens, emitting a squeal.

  “Just a minute,” I say. “I’ll warm you up on the bank, don’t worry.”

  She digs her fingers into my neck and I enjoy her trembling body in my arms as I bend my knees. The water reaches up to our throats. Stanka gulps and starts panting. I straighten and spin for fun as the water splashes around us then I step out of the pond and lay her on the blanket, spreading another to cover her.

  She jerks her hand to pick up her clothes but I don’t allow her to put anything on. She snorts, but obeys me.

  I stretch my body beside hers, her fragile form curling into mine, and her back against my chest, as we roll on our sides and I cover us both with the blanket.

  “You liked it, didn’t you, my little princess?” I loved it.

  “Nie.”

  “You little liar.” I kiss the nape of her neck and draw her closer to me. “You’re so sensitive, so receptive to the touch of my dirty crude fingers.”

  She snorts louder as my hard dick pokes into her thighs. So close to her heat but so far at the same time.

  Soon, I’ll fill her aristocratic little cunt with my cock. Soon, I’ll teach her to wrap those slim firm thighs of hers around my waist. She’ll whisper dirty words into my ear, moan and beg me for more. Soon.

  Now, I have to wait. I can wait. I’m a patient man.

  “Who was that old woman who died?” I ask as I lay her head on my arm and cross her chest with the other.

  The twigs crackle as the fire hisses, digesting them. Red sparks shoot into the air and the noises of the upcoming night hum in the distance.

  “Grandma,” she says and squalls like a baby.

  I tighten the embrace around her trembling body, kissing her head. “She’s happy now.”

  “My father,” she sobs.

  “Your whole family, right? All of them dead?”