“Not when I’m speaking the truth. I will demonstrate it if you want.”
She felt scared, in what way did he mean touch her, was he going to beat her, torture her? His fingers quickly waylaid her fears, he finally let them graze her clit, it would be torture, but of a kind she could not have imagined.
“Now, Cindy, let’s start with why you needed the money.”
“That’s none of your business.”
“There you are mistaken, as my mate your actions directly affect me. If you are in some kind of trouble then I need to know.”
“I am not your mate.”
“Come now, don’t lie to yourself, you know it, you can feel it. It will be much easier for you if you simply tell me.”
She pressed her lips firmly together; she would rather die than tell him what he wanted to know.
A low growl came from his throat as he accepted her challenge. His weight shifted off her a little, one of his legs sliding between hers and pried them apart allowing him access to her. One of his fingers dipped inside her sex, already wet and swollen. He drew it back up over her clit and watched her uncontrolled response.
“Tell me why you needed the money?” he whispered, his mouth next to her ear.
The closeness of him made his breath tickle her ear, she shivered in response. Flicking his tongue out he licked the lobe of her ear and then sucked it in causing her to whimper at the assault on her senses. His experience with women was obvious, and he was right, she would tell him everything eventually, but first she would put up a fight.
Turning her head away from him she screwed her eyes tightly shut, trying to block out what he was doing to her. In response he moved his mouth from her ear and latched onto her breast, sucking it hard before licking it with the flat of his tongue.
Biting her lip to stop herself from crying out at the onslaught as he continued using his mouth on her breasts while his fingers pushed deep inside her, his thumb rubbing her clit at the same time. She felt her orgasm rising, there was no stopping it, and she wanted to come, despite the reasons why he was doing this to her. It was so close, the tension in her body increased, ready to explode around him.
And then he stopped.
He left her hanging there, no way of finishing, his mouth and fingers gone, but he still had her hands pinned above her head so she couldn't even go through the indignity of touching herself in front of him in the desperate need to come.
Her breathing was rapid; her sex throbbed with an ache deep and needy. She didn’t want to open her eyes and look at him, she certainly didn’t want to give him the pleasure of knowing how she felt, but then she guessed he already knew. This was his game.
“Want to tell me now?” She did not move, even to shake her head, the feelings had begun to subside, she could handle it. “Then let’s continue.”
He moved between her thighs, pushing them wider, the head of his cock pressed against her outer lips, he was going to penetrate her again. Pushing harder he entered her, sliding in slowly, her sex gripping him so she felt every movement as he slid against her inner walls.
Stretching her tight sex he filled her completely, resting there for a moment, and then he pulled back almost completely, leaving her empty. The head of his cock was all that was inside her, again he stopped, her sex adjusting to being empty, and feeling the need to be filled.
With great self control he slid back into her, filling her to the hilt. In a steady rhythm he repeated this, slowly increasing the pace. His mouth kissed her body, little trails all over her heated skin. Her orgasm grew from the dying embers of before, quicker and stronger, the peak was so close, this time would be even harder than the last, and she would not tell him what he wanted to know.
And then he stopped.
Staying perfectly still he lay buried deep inside her. She was so close, tensing her inner walls against his thick cock she tried to tip herself over the edge, but it was no good. Frustration filled her, familiar tears welled in her eyes, he was controlling her like a puppet, and she knew he would break her.
“If you tell me I will let you come.”
“No,” she said through gritted teeth. There was no way she would give in so easily.
He rested until the tension in her body subsided, and then he repeated his wonderful torture. This time his mouth found her breasts and leisurely sucked and licked them, his tongue rolling over them until they were sore and swollen. Everything he did heightened her senses, and made her climax more needed, and more intense.
Again he stopped when she was teetering on the edge. She wanted to give in this time, knowing the only one she was hurting was herself, he could do this over and over, his self control absolute. She hated him, hated the way he made her want him, and the way she needed him to make her come.
After the fifth time he repeated it she was crying real tears of anger and frustration. She did something she had never done before in her life, she begged. “Please, Adam, please make me come.”
“Tell me what the money was for; tell me why you sold your virginity?”
“I don’t want to, please.”
“Tell me,” he said kissing her lips gently, running his tongue over them softly, and making her need him more.
A great sob escaped her. “I hate you.”
He sighed, “I know. But I have to know if you’re in trouble, if that was what the money for. Or was your innocence of so little value that you are going to use it to buy shoes.”
His words cut deep into her, that a man could think so little of her. Lifting her head and looking at him, her anger filling every fibre in her body. “Shoes! Is that what you think? OK, you want to know, it’s for my sister, she and her husband desperately want a child, and they can’t afford fertility treatment, so I sold the only thing I had that was worth anything. It’s not as though I had guys falling over themselves to be my boyfriend.”
She might as well have punched him, the colour drained from his face, and his grip on her relaxed. He began to move inside her, harder thrusts; bringing her back towards the place she so needed to go. Tenderly he kissed her breasts, while tears rolled down her cheeks.
Despite her anger she needed him to finish what he had started. His movements became more focused and the release he had promised hit her. She cried out, her sex contracting hard around him, gripping him so tight he struggled to keep his tempo.
She arched her back, offering herself to him, disgusted with herself for the need only he could fulfil. Wave after wave of tension left her, she felt him come inside her, making her orgasm even more intense, if that was possible. Her body drew his seed deep inside of itself, and she hated the thought that she might already have conceived his child, that she might truly be tied to him for ever.
***
Chapter Four
He moved off her, she instantly turned over and curled into a tight ball sobbing.
“Hey, I’m sorry,” he said, stroking her arm and kissing her shoulder. “I guess I misjudged you.”
She didn’t respond, too wrapped up in her own anger and shame. When she had decided to do this to help her sister it had seemed simple, two days of her life for the chance of a brand new baby for her sister to love and enjoy.
All her life she had wanted children, and it had been so hard to watch the disappointment and descent into depression that had followed every unmissed period.
“Will you at least let me explain?” He continued to stroke her arm, but in no way did he try to force her to turn around. “When I saw you in that club, I couldn’t believe I had found my mate, there of all places. All I could think was how could the woman I’m going to spend the rest of my life with, be here in a place like this, selling herself. My pride got the better of me; I never gave a thought to the fact that you might be doing it for such a...noble reason.”
Her sobbing subsided a little as she listened to his words; he seemed so sincere, so different from the man who had forced her to talk.
He lay down behind her and wrapped his
arms around her, pulling her close. Kissing lightly along her spine, he lay waiting for her to stop crying. The warmth of his body, the sound of his voice soothed her, she could understand the opinion he had formed of her, it was natural considering the circumstances.
She still couldn’t understand why he talked about her being his mate, and the contract definitely said two days, not forever. He obviously had other ideas, but the way he had treated her made her question her own feelings towards him, no matter how strong.
“Please say something.”
She couldn’t bear the pain in his voice, even though she hated the effect he had on her. What the hell was it about him that she found so irresistible no matter what he did to her? Turning in his arms she faced him, her tear stained face turned to his.
“Why I sold myself is my business, you had no right to make me tell you.”
He stroked her hair with his hand, pushing it back from her face before kissing her cheek where her tears had dried. “I’m sorry, I needed to know you weren't in some kind of trouble, if you were I would have to get you out of it.”
“I don’t need you to fight my battles.” Her voice still shaky from crying.
“It’s in my nature; I have to look after you, to honour you.”
“You know you sound crazy, right?”
“It’s true though, my duty is to look after my mate once I’ve found her, and as I said, part of it was wounded pride. I had to phone my brother and ask him for the money, I didn’t have that kind of cash available to access at such short notice.”
“You asked your brother for the money?” she sat up, mortified. “Oh, what will he think of me?”
Adam pulled her back to nestle next to him. “Don’t worry, I didn’t actually tell him what it was for.”
“Still, I’m sorry, I’ll give the money back to you, and then you can repay him.”
“No, no you won’t, you did what you did for a reason, give the money to your sister.”
“I can’t, not now. This whole thing was crazy from the beginning; I can’t see that we have any kind of a future when I’ll always feel like a whore for selling myself to you.”
“Then don’t look at it like that, call it a finders fee.” She looked at Adam as though he was mad, but he carried on. “You know, if you hadn't done it then we might never have met, and I would never have found my mate.”
“OK, what's with this mate business? Because I’m not getting it.”
“You can feel it too, can’t you? No matter how angry you were with me there was no way you could have left. Right?”
She turned to look at him, seeing him clearly for the first time, his anger and resentment had gone. Now he was more relaxed it made her breath catch in her throat at just how good looking he was. In her experience with men so far, she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that under normal circumstances he would never have fallen for a fuller figure girl like her.
Yet here he lay, telling her they were destined to be together, and there was not a thing they could do to escape that. Part of her wanted to get out of this bed and prove him wrong, but that was the stubborn side of her, and she could control that. What scared her more was the other side of her, the side that knew he was right and also knew she would never leave him, no matter what he did to her. That side was new, and it scared her.
“I feel it, but I don’t know why, and I don’t like it. You have this control over me, and that's not good, I have been brought up to be any man’s equal, and I don’t want to give that up.”
“You won’t, I promise, Let me take you out of here, show you who I really am. Perhaps that will make things easier for you to accept.”
***
He took her home, wrapped in one of his shirts and a long coat to cover her modesty, her clothes from the night before ruined, for which he also apologised. She showered and dressed, half expecting him to be gone and for the whole night to have been one weird dream. Yet when she came out of her bedroom, dressed in a summer dress and sandals, he was still there, eyeing her body appreciatively.
“Come on, we'd better go, I know what that look means and I haven't got so many clothes that you can rip them to shreds whenever you want,” she said although the desire to make love to him again was strong.
He smiled a wicked charismatic smile, then moved to the door and held it open for her. As they walked down to his car she started to feel normal, like they were two people on a date. Sliding into the car reminded her of the night before, of him taking her virginity. The feeling of normality started to slip, but soon it would be gone for ever.
***
He drove for about an hour, there was some food which he had prepared while she had showered, and she sat nibbling on it while he drove. She was starving, not having eaten since yesterday lunchtime. They made small talk, he told her about his job, and she told him about her life, it seemed strained, neither of them at ease in the other's company yet.
They drove off the road and headed into a forest, he seemed to know exactly where they were going. The trees became denser and the track more uneven, at last he stopped and got out of the car. Grabbing her hand he eagerly pulled her out of the car and picked the bag containing the food up too. Then he led her down a path, deeper into the forest.
After about fifteen minutes of walking they left the track and he took her to a glade filled with sunshine. Placing the blanket he had taken from the car on the floor, he sat her down. Adam stayed standing.
“So, this is a bit strange, I’ve never shared this with anyone outside of my family.” He sounded nervous, all arrogance gone from his voice. “Please, don’t run, or be scared, I won’t hurt you, I promise, but keep an open mind, and remember that I love you.”
She sat in shock. He loved her, after such a short time, and he had told her with no awkwardness, as though it were the most natural thing in the world to say those words. So caught up in her thoughts she didn’t pay much attention to him as he backed away from her.
“Ready, Cindy?” he said.
“Cindy? Oh, me, right. Listen, there's something I have to tell you too.”
“In a moment, please let me show you first.” In a blur he removed his clothes, she wondered what he was doing, and then he looked different.
Her eyes seemed to lose focus, she rubbed them to clear her vision, but nothing worked. His outline seemed to form again, but he was kneeling down on all fours. No, that wasn’t it, his shape had changed, instead of a man he was a wolf, a huge dark brown wolf.
She sat still with her mouth open, unable to process what had happened. The huge creature took a step towards her, and she instinctively began to shove herself backwards along the ground. Her feet got a grip on the forest floor and she stood up, ready to run, but she had backed herself into a tree and now she was cornered by the beast.
A scream stuck in her throat, but it would have done her no good anyway, they were too far away from other people. The beast would kill her, and nobody would know, they probably wouldn’t even find her body this deep in the woods.
Standing before her he looked up at her, and then he stepped closer and rubbed his great head on her leg. Tentatively she placed her hand on him, feeling that familiar connection she had with Adam. This was his secret; he was a wolf, a shifter. She had to lean back onto the tree trunk and take a deep breath. It was crazy, unreal, but the evidence was here at her fingertips, the soft warm fur of a wolf.
He wined and cocked his head at her, she looked down at him and smiled, the auction and everything that had happened since seemed to become so insignificant now. This was bigger than anything else, more important and more real, he meant what he said about mates for life.
He went out of focus again and changed before her eyes until he was in human form.
“Are you OK?” he asked.
“I think so, I mean, that really happened, right?”
“Yes, that is part of who I am. That is the reason I knew instantly you were my mate, it’s an instinct we all have.”
“It’s a family thing.”
Her hand pressed against his chest, feeling the firm skin and the steady beat of his heart. He was flesh and blood, and something else, something other worldly, and he was hers. She looked at the toned muscles of his body, and then at the hardness of his erection.
In an instant he had her in his arms, lifting her up and wrapping her legs around him, her back pressed against the tree. His hands caught at the elastic of her panties and ripped them off, a habit she would have to break him of.
Sliding his finger inside her he massaged her sex until she was writhing in his arms. Before she had chance to think he had pushed himself inside her, straight up to the hilt in one fluid movement. She clung to him as he withdrew, and then he began to pound her hard, the beast in him free.
She clawed at his back, urging him on, wanting him to make her come. It was quickly over, he jerked into her and she clung to him as her orgasm rocked her. She felt the strong muscles of his back straining to push as deep as he could, he cried out like an animal with pent up tension.
Then they were spent, he held her close, with her legs still around his waist and his cock still buried in her sex. They were joined now, she knew his secret and she would be his mate, he would look after and protect her, she was his.
He carried her to the blanket and laid her on it, moving to the side of her before stretching out himself.
“What happens now?” she asked him.
“That’s up to you, you know everything about me, are you willing to be my mate? When the two days are up you could walk away.”
“Would you find another mate?”
“No, there will only ever be you. I could have sex with other women, but not love them in the same way.”
“You would let me go?”
“I want you to be happy, Cindy, and if that isn't with me then I suppose I would have to find the strength to allow you to leave. I’m not saying it would be easy, or that I wouldn’t try every trick in the book to make you stay. And we both know I can be very persuasive.”
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