Bitten: Moon Lust 2

by Sherri L. King

  “That feels so…so very good.” He moaned in wonder, sounding pleasantly surprised, as if he’d never been inside of a woman’s mouth.

  She hummed against him, in agreement with his words. It did feel good to have him at her mercy this way, in thrall to the things she was doing to him. He tasted delicious, like nothing she’d ever imagined, both wondrously and mysteriously male at the same time. She palmed his heavy testicles, lifting and gently squeezing them in her hands, eager to explore the complex weapon between his legs and discover what pleased him best.

  Sinking her mouth back down on him, she realized that her body was equally as affected by this love play as her mind was. A thin trail of wetness leaked down from her pussy onto her leg. She moved one hand from his sac and felt the wetness of her quim with her middle finger. It felt so good to be touched there, no matter that it was with her own hand, and she couldn’t resist rubbing her clit in time with the bobbing movements of her head on his penis. She grew bolder and sank her face even farther down on him, ignoring the slight discomfort in her throat as she took him deep.

  The smacking, slurping noises her mouth made as she went down on him turned her on even more, until her nipples and clit were swelled and begging for friction—any kind of friction—to ease their tingling ache. She deliberately shifted so that her nipples rubbed against the dusting of crisp hair on his legs and increased the tempo of her fingers on her clit accordingly. The satiny texture of his cock slid in and out of her mouth, filling her senses with the taste, feel and scent of him. His balls butted against her chin as he bucked once more into her throat.

  “Julia—aaaah, my sweet Julia—slow down. I’m going to…I’m going to…” He growled and bucked reflexively when she paid his broken command no heed and, in fact, moved her mouth on him even more rapidly.

  Julia moaned against him as he thrust deep into her mouth, vibrating the length of him even as she thrust and withdrew over him, and then licked the rim of his foreskin as it was pushed up over the tip of his cock with the pumping motions of her hand. He was lush and thick, tasting both sweet and salty at the same time, and she moaned again in her pleasure over all the unique discoveries she was making.

  The flesh of his cock trembled with a tiny, swift heartbeat. Nikolai went rigid beneath her then thrust up with a force that unseated her mouth from him. He roared and the thick, creamy jettison of his release splashed on her neck and throat. His hands were fists in her hair, but the tingling pain at her scalp only made her grin triumphantly, because it was proof that she had succeeded in making him lose himself in the moment. She, a previously untried virgin, had tamed the beast in him if but for a short while.

  Still curious, seeking to explore everything there was to know about her lover’s body, she reached out and ran her fingers through the pool of semen that dripped down her flesh. It was hot, viscous and wet in texture, and smelled of sweet woodland rain. Darting her tongue out she dared to taste of it and found the flavor much to her liking, a combination of sweet, spicy and tart all at the same time. Wanting more of the delicious fruits of her labors she bent and sucked the last pearling droplets of come from the opening of Nikolai’s throbbing cock.

  “Mmmmm, delicious,” she purred, smacking her lips.

  “Ebat’-kopat’! Woman, the things you do to me!” He let out a bark of a laugh then smoothed her hair back with less than steady fingers. “You are not hurt? I was rough, I know. I am sorry—“

  “Don’t apologize.” She quickly laid her sperm moistened hands against his mouth before she even thought how distasteful he might find that and was therefore surprised when he licked the small traces of his release away from her fingertips. “I loved every moment of it,” she finished raggedly, heart racing at the evidence of his earthy and shameless appetites.

  “So did I, Julia mine. And now…” he paused dramatically, leaning down to sweep her into his arms, “it is my turn to have you at my mercy.” He rose from his position on the couch and carried her to her bedroom.

  Nikolai laid her down upon the coverlet then immediately covered her with his body. The sun was high in the sky by now, creating a bright golden halo about his head as he came down upon her. He rubbed her sensuously with the whole length of his frame, from head to toe, writhing against her with the exotic and otherworldly contortions of his heavily muscled form. Her breathing hitched as she saw a flash of his fangs, but he soothed her with a gentle press of his lips to hers, kissing her with a sweetness that brought tears of remorse for feeling that instant of fear.

  With desperate hands she clutched him to her, parting her lips and inviting his tongue inside for a deeper exploration. Giving her time to pull away should she choose to do so, he inched his tongue into her mouth. When she only opened her mouth wider and licked along his tongue with her own, he relaxed a little, and let his enthusiasm show once again. He caressed the roof of her mouth, her teeth and lips, thrusting and withdrawing, skillful and expert in every erotic motion he made. He stole her breath and gave her back his own until she was moaning and writhing beneath him. His kiss alone brought her to the edge of pleasure, driving her completely mindless and wild as it went on and on and on.

  Julia shrieked into his mouth and pulled at his hair, anxious for more of him. He obliged her needs, spreading wide her thighs and pulling her up to him so that she straddled him as he leaned back on his knees in the bed. Slowly he set her down upon his rock-hard cock, until she was fighting him to impale herself with the roughness she was craving. He tried to hold her back, to pace their movements, but ultimately she won out because—in truth—he wanted that roughness too. With a violent motion he pulled her down as he rose up to meet her, impaling her to the hilt with one, slick thrust.

  There was a scream and, too late, Julia realized that it had broken free from her own lips. Two tears squeezed out of the corners of her eyes, tears of exquisite pleasure—not pain—and Nikolai licked them away with a tiny murmur of feral appreciation. He trembled savagely in her embrace, pulling her out of the exquisite daze she’d been languishing in as she felt a thrill of worry race through her.

  “Are you okay?” she asked breathlessly.

  He shook against her once more and whimpered like a wounded pup. “Som…something is…argh!” He jerked against her, thrusting deep into her, shocking a pleasure-filled moan right out of her. “Something is not…not right.” He began to mutter thickly in a long stream of Russian, clearly becoming agitated. His hips pistoned in and out of her in lightning quick strokes, bringing her quickly to the precipice of her climax. “Forgive me, forgive me,” he repeated over and over, even as he pumped himself into her.

  There was nothing to forgive. Julia was having the ride of her life and enjoying every wondrous moment of it. Nikolai quaked again and again—even his cock vibrated inside of her with his unsteady movements—before he threw her down onto the mattress beneath him and pounded into her with unrestrained savagery. His mouth burrowed into the flesh of her neck until she felt the scrape of his incisors…and then she was soaring.

  She cried, she wailed, she shrieked and moaned. Her entire body was swamped with exquisite pleasure. Every second that passed by thrust her up higher and higher into her release, until she felt full of starlight, full of moonlight, full to bursting with him. In the back of her mind she heard Nikolai’s howl of satisfaction as he bowed his body against her, head held back as he brayed, and pumped his come into her welcoming body. Even though he had already found one release, he filled her to overflowing with his seed until it coated her sex like thick, rich, silky cream. It was wondrous, heavenly and perfect in every way but one; Nikolai immediately pulled away from her, howling and snarling, drawing her out of her release as swiftly as if he’d dashed cold water onto her.

  “Nikolai! What’s wrong?” she asked in a panic. His muscles bulged and rippled alarmingly. His bones popped with audible volume and she cried out, “Omigod! You need a doctor—or something—you’re going spastic.”

  “No doctors.�
�� His voice was nearly unrecognizable, bestial. “Please…argh, pleeeease,” he howled.

  “Okay, no doctors,” she hurried to reassure him.

  “No. Plea…ompf.” He bowed off of the bed before he could finish. Several seconds crawled by as Julia went down beside him, sobbing, and tried to help him back up. “Please, you must,” he groaned again, contorting in her arms. “You must tie me up.”

  “What? Are you nuts? I can’t do that,” she exclaimed. “You need help, not torture.”

  “Listen to me! I am not myself. You are in danger.” Each sentence was clipped and rushed, so that she barely understood him. “Tie me up. Restrain me until I am calm again.”

  Julia jumped back as he threw back his head and roared, a sound that chilled her to her very bones. His face shifted and blurred before her very eyes, until Julia feared she would faint with her mixture of emotions—remembered pleasure that still coursed through her veins even now—along with her fear, worry, and panic over Nikolai’s distress.

  “Do it, woman!” he barked out. “Tie me to the bed. Tight. So that I cannot break free. Please.”

  Julia jumped up and ran to the coat closet that was just behind the front door to her home as fast as her quaking legs could carry her. For what seemed like endless moments she rummaged through some old moving boxes, left over from when she’d first moved into the apartment, until, finally she found a ball of nylon rope. “Goodness I hope there’s enough, he’s a big guy,” she muttered to herself.

  She raced back to her bedroom and caught sight of Nikolai as he tried to crawl his way up her bed, even as his body was wracked by alarming shudders and contortions, each more violent than the last. “Let me help you,” she managed to say around the tears that choked her throat.

  He was even heavier than he looked, which was surprising, and it took quite a lot of effort between the two of them to get him into the bed. He sprawled onto his back and yelped as though in pain, which wouldn’t have surprised Julia in the least, considering the way his muscles and bones were straining. “Hurry,” he panted out, moving his hands and feet so that they were close to the four posts of her bed frame.

  Growing up in the country sometimes had its advantages, as it did in this instance when Julia began knotting his wrists to the bed. She tied expert and immovable knots around him, recalling all the times she’d secured her horses or cattle on the farm. Unfortunately the rope was only long enough to tie off both of his wrists. There wasn’t nearly enough length left over to reach his ankles. Nikolai thrashed in the bed, nearly unseating himself before he calmed again unexpectedly. “Julia, you have to tie my feet. There’s no telling what I will do to escape if this gets any worse. I don’t want to be given the slightest advantage.”

  “But I don’t have any more rope! I’m surprised I found that much,” she cried.

  “You must think of something…please…please!” He choked out the last and Julia realized how much his pride must have been suffering at this indignity in front of her.

  Julia wracked her brain and then an idea struck. She tripped in her haste to reach her dresser and threw open the top drawer. It was short work to plunge her hands into its recesses and uncover her only pair of silk stockings—a luxury so precious that she hadn’t even worn it to the soiree the night before, preferring to save them for the most special of occasions—and carry them with her as she turned and flew into the bathroom. There she found a pair of scissors and, wincing her regret at the loss, sliced them neatly in half. Not wasting any time she made her way back to Nikolai and brandished her treasure.

  “God, I hope these work,” she muttered breathlessly before setting to work on his ankles.

  Moments later he was secure, ankles and wrists tied neatly and efficiently to their posts. And it was none too soon, because the tremors that wracked Nikolai increased in frequency and intensity. He growled and snarled, roared and howled, struggling with startling violence against his bonds. Julia feared that the neighbors would hear and alert the police, but minutes passed…then half an hour…an entire hour passed and there were no angry visitors pounding on her door demanding to know who was being murdered. Nikolai’s struggles caused the bed to groan beneath him time and time again, but the bonds held and he could not free himself no matter how hard he tried. And he tried very, very hard.

  The sun sank low in the sky, casting eerie shadows about the room, but Julia never left his side, even when he screamed at her to go, to run. She knew that her leaving would only place him in even greater danger—what if he had a heart attack, or an aneurysm from the trauma of all of his struggles?—and she understood, too, that deep down he really wanted her to stay. In his too brief flashes of calm sanity he even thanked her for staying, for giving him water when his mouth grew parched and bathing the sweat from his body as it poured off of him in rivulets. Her nearness was a comfort to him, even as it was a torture. Julia wasn’t about to abandon him, she just couldn’t.

  He needed her. And no one had ever really needed her before—not like this—emotionally, physically and mentally. Even as she hated the circumstances behind the unique experience, she found she liked it a little bit too. It was nice to know that she could bring comfort to him, no matter how great or small. It felt good to care for him. And as that thought came so too did another and another and another, tumbling into her brain with the wildness of a storm until she realized something that made her head spin out of control and her heart to quail in her breast.

  Good heavens! She was falling in love with the beast.

  Chapter Eleven

  Long hours passed and with them came the dawn and the moment of decisions for Julia. She wasn’t scheduled to go into work until later that night, but she was scheduled for her once weekly painting class, which lasted all day. Unfortunately, if she missed more than three days in the course she would fail, and it was more than difficult for her to shirk her duty and ditch a day of school. But her indecision over the choice that circumstance had presented to her lasted no more than a minute. Nikolai needed her to be with him until he could safely be unrestrained and he was far more important than any class, no matter how difficult or costly it would be for her to miss. In truth, any human being would have been worth it to her, but that was especially true of him. He was growing more and more dear to her with each passing hour.

  She was learning more and more about him and with each new thing she learned, she came that much closer to loving him. Truly and deeply loving him.

  Nikolai, in his now nearly delirious state, talked on and on—strings of nonsensical words mostly—aloud to her. Much of the time his words were in swift Russian, beautifully articulated sounds that pulled at her heartstrings in the most endearing of ways. But sometimes he spoke in English, heavily accented at times, and then clipped and imperiously proper, as though he were British, at others. And though much of what he said was feverish ramblings, some of what he said served to uncover bits and pieces of his nature to her. Regardless, she listened closely to everything that he said, not wanting to miss a single word he spoke. Simply enjoying the sound of his melodious voice.

  He was absolutely fascinating to her, because of both who and what he was.

  At one point during the long night, he had spoken—as if to a child—to someone in his memories and luckily the words had been in English so that Julia could understand him. Julia deducted, after hours of scattered tidbits tossed out from Nikolai’s parched lips, that the other participant in the conversation was his younger brother, Dragel. He was admonishing him thoroughly for getting himself and their other brother Jarus, in trouble with hunters. Nikolai had saved them from certain death, or at least it sounded that way to Julia, at great risk to himself and the pack.

  His brothers had gone through their first change without waiting for the pack to guide them on the hunt and had struck off on their own through the wilderness. They had come across poachers and been hunted like vermin, for their pelts. Nikolai had saved them…exactly how she wasn’t sure, beyond t
he fact that the hunters had died by Nikolai’s hand. Wisely she hadn’t wanted to know the details—they would have scared the life out of her, surely. It was obvious from his one sided conversation that he was trying to come up with a fitting punishment for his brothers’ mischief.

  It was an interesting story to be sure, though difficult to piece together with only Nikolai’s one-sided ramblings. Julia hoped that he got well soon so that he could fill in the blanks of the story for her. Well, some of them anyway.

  And, too, Nikolai spoke of the exhilaration of the change. Though Julia found his words hard to believe considering the obvious torture he was going through now because of it. She had been lead to understand that this particular instance was not the norm for him or his kind and had to remind herself of that, as worrisome as it was. He spoke of the freedom and the excitement of bounding over the snow and brush. How the smells assailed him like thousands of layers of paint, each one with a rich color all its own. Julia could almost scent the wild reindeer on the wind, the stag, and the hare, as he spoke of them. Delicious and wild they were as they ran from their natural predator, the wolf.

  It was then that she realized they hadn’t eaten all the day long, so she prepared them both a bowl of chicken noodle soup. She had to spoon the broth into Nikolai’s mouth and he’d fought her like a wild man, but she’d managed to force some of the food into him, along with some cool water. Shortly after he had grown violent again, jerking at his bonds with an animalistic fury and roaring at her when she strayed to close, baring his long canines at her. His eyes were like torches in his face, burning at her in rage and desperation all at once.