by Scott, Talyn
Rock fisted his hands, standing in a pair of sleek leather pants, nothing else. “I didn’t expect you to come out in anything. Lose the towel.”
Going prickly numb, she glanced around Rock’s playroom, had been in similar rooms with Gianni, though his were on a grander scale. On the heels of that thought, rage rushed her. Not due to memories of Gianni, far from it, Blythe realized she was jealous. “You brought all your women here, or a select few?”
“This was Bane’s place before he mated. I’ve brought no other female here. Everything pertinent is new, recently purchased. You will use no one’s leftovers.” Cerulean eyes dropped to the swells of her breasts, where she gripped her towel. “You are set apart from all.”
She took three steps and the door closed behind her by his mental will, the lock clicking ominously. Inside now, Blythe examined her surroundings more thoroughly. Mirrors covered two walls. Typical. On the other two, she found hooks and shelves loaded with erotic toys and various restraints. No bed centered this room. In fact, there wasn’t a bed anywhere. The main attraction appeared to be a padded table with restraints anchored at four corners and working gears beneath it. To her amazement, when she glanced at everything else, she didn’t see whips or canes, only an assortment of small paddles.
A flash of color, her ocular migraine once again threatened, and then…Wrists cuffed, chained from the ceiling, a whip brandishing her thighs until welts pebbled with droplets of blood. A warm tongue feeding from the marks, he breathed raggedly as he supped. Moving up, panting against her nape, words from an obsessed Vampyr, “Why can’t you love me the way I love you?” Gianni’s naked body, sliding around her front, he opened her thighs with his powerful hands. “Only wet for me, that’s all I deserve from you, is that it?” His mouth dripping with her blood, he pushed his tongue over hers when his thick cock entered her body, delivering a scarlet kiss while moving inside her. She wanted this. She hated this. And over his golden velvet shoulder, Blythe caught sight of onyx eyes watching her.
Rock was closer now. “Second request made. Lose the towel.”
“I don’t need your show of dominance.” Swallowing thickly, she added, “When I can feel it.” Fortunately, the flashing stopped, the images disappearing.
“This isn’t for me, though I’ll enjoy it immensely, it’s for you. I know what you crave, and that’s my dominance. Let’s go.” He pointed at the towel. “I want to see what’s mine. Or do you prefer I undress you? As your mate, I will learn your preferences and make you happy in every way. Choose.”
“You’re seriously trying to tell me, a grown woman, that I have two choices. Either you undress me or I undress myself.” Sure, she desired Rock, knew she was mating him tonight. However, matters had significantly escalated. He was expecting her to trust him in this particular room, a place where she could trust no one. Gesturing to the four walls, she said, “Don’t you think this is too intimate an act for the first go around?”
“I’m all for intimate acts, Blythe. Our Beasts start with any intimate acts necessary. Do you really think we can hold back and court a female for weeks without learning her body? Impossible feat. And I would shake the hand of any male who could pull it off. Don’t confuse me with a human. I’m not one. As far as your two choices go, it would be sexy as hell to watch you undress for the first time, strip naked for me. Still, there is a shared intimacy when I put my hands on you, slowly undressing my female. But tonight that would go rather quickly, considering you’re wearing a towel.” Another step forward and moonlight touched his face, exposing his Beast. “Decide.” His voice dropped to a gravely pitch. “Now.”
Blythe dropped the towel.
A sharp groan left him, his eyes razor-sharp as he raked them over her breasts, the juncture between her thighs, and ever-so-slowly back to her face. “No wonder,” he rasped, wiping his mouth with a shaky hand.
With a deep breath, she kept her eyes steadily on his. “No wonder…what?”
“You are stunning, easily a male’s obsession. Though I love you, I can see it clearly, Blythe. Not that it’s right. An unscrupulous male risked everything to own you. Years ago, Sixten chanced his heart to protect you, letting you go. Now he risks everything, fighting every day just to love you.” Another step, he dropped to his knees, pressing his face against her stomach. “I’ve waited centuries for you, my mate.”
Blythe knew a male like Rock didn’t bow down for anyone, he was pleading for her to allow him hope of her acceptance. She knew this. Slipping her hands around his head, she held him there. “Should we begin before you turn into a raging Beast?”
Raising his head, he propped his chin, staring up between her breasts. “Don’t think to run from me.”
“There’s a big difference between asking and demanding, Rock.”
His tongue dipped into her navel, swirling, before he stood. “Then let me clarify.” His hand shot out, palm up, waiting for her to take it. “That was a demand.” Narrowing her eyes, she placed her hand in his. Instead of rendering a tender kiss to her palm, he nipped it with his growing canines. “Inside these walls, you will speak when spoken to. You will embrace the pleasure I give you. You will accept punishment for your infractions.” He walked her to the center table, lowering her on her front. Taking her left hand, he placed it inside the restraint, tightening it. “Accepting punishment means that you do so without complaining.”
Okay, now she was really wet. “What if I don’t agree with what you see as a fit punishment?”
“If I gag you, you cannot disagree.” A fingertip plowed through the crevice of her ass before his other hand secured her free wrist.
Gagging? What was he up to? Her chin came up when her ass did, his hands moving underneath the table, angling her until her bottom was high and her head and legs lower. In the mirrored wall, Blythe watched his reflection, the long lines in his back moving. Beast and man beneath his skin, she wanted to trace every flourish of tribal ink with her tongue.
“By your smell” – one ankle inside a fleece lined cuff followed by the other – “I’d say you’re ready for me.” With her legs more than shoulder width apart, Rock ran his tongue all down her back, over her ass, his palms slowly spreading her cheeks. “You are so beautiful here, so pink and flushed.” He sniffed her in an inhuman way. “Are you glistening for your male?” Flushing, her nipples hardened against the leather table. She needed him filling her. “Answer me.” He pulled away, saying, “If you want my touch.”
“I’m ready for you,” she blurted.
“Refer to me as your mate. Say it. I’m ready for you, my mate.”
“I’m ready for you, my mate,” Blythe echoed.
“Anal, you’ve been taken this way.”
Not a question, Rock somehow knew the answer, but he was looking for confirmation. Though she wanted anal, she didn’t want to talk about the past. However, in the present while positioned for Rock in this way, she clenched furiously for him. “Please…just give me release. Now!” Another touch - even a simple one - she would lose it hard.
“There’s no need to yell. I’m not yelling at you. And I’m afraid that on our first night, I will have to punish you.”
“I’m sorry.” She really was. Blythe needed a rough slamming, all the way to her cervix. At least until her head spun.
He moved to a side table, reached high above it, and then shifted back to her. A paddle in hand, it wasn’t spikey, but carved with textured waves. He moved it over her left cheek, leaving goose bumps in its wake. “So wide open and vulnerable for me, your pussy is all mine. Your ass, too.” He demanded, “Count. If you forget, we’ll start over. Since I need this as hard as you do, we’ll stop at five so you aren’t so sore tomorrow. Do you understand?”
Okay, it wasn’t a whip, but still…he said that he needed it hard. Her mind reeling, she opened her mouth to negotiate when he stepped in front of her face, distracting her. Flickering in and out with his Beast, Blythe lost her words at the sight of all that male. Immediately, her
eyes touched his nipples, one pierced with a miniature wooden dagger. His Beast remained fixated on her. She could see it there, pacing behind his eyes with the increasing moon.
“I’m lost watching you watch me, Blythe.” He smacked the paddle against his palm. “I want to come in you until you drip, soaking you in my scent. I could be doing that right now. Instead, I have to discipline you, even though I warned you no more than five minutes ago.”
Lowering one hand, he hooked his thumb inside the waistband of his leathers, easing it down to relieve the pressure on his cock. Yeah, he was packing some serious wood inside his pants, and she wanted it. She blazed a visual trail over his line of midnight hair, disappearing where she desperately wanted to see.
“I’m just so hot,” she complained, wiggling against the cuffs. Her tongue snaked out, licking her dry lips. Hand leaving his waistband, he traced the moisture she left behind with his thumb. Keeping his eyes fixed on hers, he brought it to his mouth, tasting.
“Like Bane said, Blythe, you’re in heat, a chemical reaction in your body calling out for mine to sate you. There’s only one way to help you and that’s if your true male gives you release, primarily with his cock. And since I’m the werewolf male who caused your heat, I’m the only one who can fix it.” With a flick of his thumb, he unsnapped his pants, slowly sliding them down his legs. A purely masculine smile shaped his lips. “Do you want me, baby?” He wrapped his hand around the thick stalk of his sex, presenting himself for her.
In the mirror, she saw that her eyes were huge, swallowing her face. “Yeah. I’ve seen men get piercings there…uh, down at INKS before, but nothing like that!”
His hands tightened, one remaining on his cock and the other around the handle of the paddle. Apparently, Rock didn’t like what he was hearing. “I’m very well aware of the fact that you used to work there, and I stress used to. Since you were the bookkeeper, why were you watching other men get their cocks pierced?”
“First off, I thought it was hot.” She jutted her chin as much as she could in her vulnerable position. “Well, to be more specific, the guys that usually had it done were hot. At the time, I was a woman without a man in her life and I wanted to look.”
“Oh, and I bet none of them minded, did they?”
“No,” she admitted honestly, pulling a tiger by his tail. “Ryan said he usually made more money on the nights that I was there.”
Rock rolled his thumb over his newly weeping head. “The thought of another male wanting you to see him through his piercings does strange things to my cock, although I’m jealous by your admission.” In his hand, the paddle twirled. “I’m stiffer than I’ve ever been in my life.” Another sudden movement and he stood aside her, his erection pressed against her hip. All that metal. Slowly, his hand circled each globe. “Why am I paddling you, naughty mate?”
She flinched at the demand in his voice, couldn’t remember why he was punishing her, so she came up with the best reason she could think of. “I was difficult.” Air spun above her ass before the paddle landed. Smack. “Oh,” she groaned. After the sudden fire, the residual burn plumped her feminine flesh. “Uh, one.”
“I expect you to count better than that.” His voice dropped, distorting into something familiar.
His werewolf.
Another whack made headway, this one between her thighs, right on her dripping sex. “Argh!” But it hurt so good. “Two!” she screamed, tensing her thighs for the next onslaught. It was a good thing, too, since Rock delivered the next three blows in quick succession. And when he finished, he didn’t rub her scalding flesh, but hissed like a jungle cat, burying his beastly tongue against her back crevice. Then his werewolf emitted a strangled growl, reverberating through her sopping core.
Watching him in the mirror, Blythe panted, mesmerized by the feel of him - the sight of him. Rock had his eyes closed while he tongue fucked her forbidden hole, as if he were relishing her flavor there, her scent. Damn, he exuded sexuality. The way that six-foot eight frame wrapped over her body, his strong hips undulating between her legs in time with his mouth moving against her ass. In and out. In and out. Moans bounced around the room, hers. All answered by escalating growls, his.
“So silky soft,” he groaned. When she squirmed from his insistent tongue, he brought his palm around and ran his forefinger slowly over her clitoris. That crazy tongue of his thickened and elongated, burrowing through her. She sucked in a breath and exploded, her heart hammering in her ears. “That’s the way,” he crooned, running his big palm up and down her body as he then slurped against her pussy, drinking her.
Unashamedly, she realized she was sobbing. Had she ever sobbed before during sex? Probably not, since everything was different with Rock. When she came back down, she felt odd, open, still needy, though she climaxed amazingly. Pressing her forehead to the leather, she closed her eyes, sensing him positioning his sex behind her.
“You’re open now, just like I knew you would be. We won’t need the lube baby, my saliva works well during full moon and only with my mate.” A chain rattled, his hands moving quickly. “The way you respond to me, it’s torture and pleasure rolled into one.” She felt his warm head against her ass and silicone against her labia. “I will train you here, in the way of taking more than one male.” Blythe would do anything to fill this mounting achiness. “And even though my control hasn’t been tested like this in my entire life, Blythe, I won’t come in you for the first time until we’re outside in the marsh, so don’t feel as though I’m slighting you in this.”
He pushed in.
She whimpered.
Two cocks, one flesh and blood and one not, entered her body. The friction of his multiple piercings would have brought her to her knees if she were standing. He didn’t stop until after he passed that telltale ring, which always fought any intrusive presence. Her fingers clinched into her palms, fists pumping above her cuffs. “This is too much.”
“Breathe deeply,” he said softly.
Could she breathe right now? She couldn’t even think straight. Shocking ecstasy torched every nerve in her body, lighting her aflame. Still, she sucked in a gulping breath.
“Release it,” he insisted, “and push down.”
“Push down?”
“With your lovely ass, push down.” His free hand came around and gripped the front of her throat, his thumb rolling over her hammering pulse. “Blow out your breath, and when you do, push down.”
She did and he slid through, piercings and all, filling her ass with his inhuman girth and stroking her vaginal walls with a smaller dildo. Rock moved his hand, flicked something and the toy vibrated within her, spinning against her g-spot. She wouldn’t last this way, not for a minute. A single swivel from his hips and Blythe cried out as he groaned in pleasure against her ear.
“Baby, it’s spinning against me, too. Your membrane is so thin that I can feel your new toy on my cock, vibrating my metal. Umm.” Panting, his breath feathered her hair. “Fuck, it’s amazing. I’m fighting it, you know? Denying myself. It’s pure torment not to push, allowing you to feel my presence, simply accepting every thick inch of me while I remain steady. That way, I’ll deliver the biggest load you’ve ever felt when we’re under the moon, a combined orgasm that will rip us to shreds” He dragged in a breath, swallowing audibly at her ear. “Come again for me.” He demanded between gasps. “Torture me sweetly by your clenching.”
God help her, she did. Her body clamped around both cocks until tears pricked her eyes. When she thought that all the air had left her body, Blythe surprised herself with an earsplitting scream. Her spasms didn’t stop until her body combusted into thousands of pieces. “Rock,” she heard herself say, her vision dancing around the room, going in and out.
Already out of her body, Rock moved far away from her, undoubtedly in Were speed. Mild wind gusted against her skin, all restraints falling from her limbs in its wake. Yes, he misted in the way of werewolves, but why not face her? Why not stop and see to her? Disconc
erted, and a little hurt, she pushed up from the table just as she heard running water in the adjacent bathroom.
Was he cleaning off his body?
By a single French door, an oxford shirt hung on a peg. It’s style completely out of place for a man such as Rock. She eyed it and walked over on unsteady legs. Without a second thought, she tossed it on, pushing her hands through its arms, and then stepped outside into the moonlight.
Sanibel Island was a haven.
On this side of his house, opposite of the beach, the marsh was its thickest. Not for the first time, she heard the night’s call, saw the stars dotting the treetops, forming a welcome entreaty. “I want to be free, to walk down the street, to shop in the grocery store, to work among humans, and more than anything, I want to help other Donors have their freedom, too.” Rock had given her the best gift she’d been given in a long time: a day at the beach, in the open air where no harm had come to her. Even though she was pissed over ‘rights to mate’, she hadn’t had a day like this in…forever.
Her hands came to her head...flashing behind her eyes...
“You want your daughter free of him. Answer me, Salk, because you cannot leave what you helped start. No one leaves and lives. Or in your case, you don’t leave expecting your daughter to still live.”
Boots on crushed glass, hands carrying her through an open window, the night sky meeting her face. All eyes on them, countless yellow slits peppering the sky like sinister stars. Breaths coming closer, screams and shouts resounded from behind.
“No! Noooo!” Suddenly, Blythe found herself in the middle of the marsh, her bare feet crushing fallen branches as she ran. She glanced around, spotting many lizards climbing high in the trees, indicating predators hunting beneath their feet. Circling, she couldn’t locate the path because there wasn’t one, neither did she see Rock’s house. What had she done?
Blythe stared up to find eyes. Eyes flickering in the trees, watching her, so still, all of them, until a loud footfall thudded behind her. In unison, those glowing eyes shifted, fixing right behind her. And she knew better than to turn around.
