by Caine
From this position, and in the darkness of the cab, her hand could tighten and release the fabric between her legs even more if she stroked and pulled just right. And, if the intensity of his voice and scent and presence became too much for her to bear and if she found herself in pain either from excitement or from his brother’s methods of mating, Chloe could easily rub and soothe the swollen lips of her sex and no one would be the wiser.
“Well, even if you haven’t,” Caine continued, “supposedly this species was formed thousands of years ago, Chloe. Much longer than a hundred years ago. It supposedly happened when man himself was nothing more than an animal.”
“Man is still an animal.”
He looked at her. Simply.
It was enough.
She couldn’t concentrate on why she was going home with this man. Chloe couldn’t get her mind to remember the fact that she had met him just minutes earlier. She didn’t really know him. And her good, common sense screamed for her to remember that his brother would possibly be at the same house. The brother who had already seen and smelled and felt her on a very intimate level. A level that Chloe now wished Caine, and not Luke, had been allowed to explore.
“Perhaps what I should say is; when man was more accepting that he was an animal,” Caine corrected.
Chloe tried to smile her agreement, but failed. Her mind was focused on one thing and one thing alone.
Fucking the man beside her.
“Or perhaps before man developed more ‘polite’ methods of mating and courtship,” he tried again.
Chloe did manage to smile this time. But it was because of the naughty thoughts going through her mind.
Caine, like his brother, wouldn’t be polite or gentle when he fucked her. He wouldn’t listen to what society said was the proper and acceptable way to make love either, she surmised. The man sitting beside her would be just as bestial in his methods of mating as Luke was. Caine would force her to bow to his wishes and needs.
But unlike his brother, if his books were any indication of the way he felt about sex, Caine would stay inside her body for as long as it took for them both to feel whole and satisfied. Physically and emotionally. He wouldn’t simply leave without speaking or making sure she was satisfied.
Unlike his twin who had left before he’d allowed her what she had so desperately wanted from him.
“I suppose you’ve also heard that by the time the red wolf population had been almost completely destroyed, which is where I believe your information picks up,” his conversation continued with a confidence that wrapped itself protectively around Chloe’s trembling nerves, “the men were masters of disguise and survival. They were no longer a species that looked half man and half wolf. They had evolved into something that allowed them to survive when in the company of either of their parent species. This increased their chances for survival. And it allowed the men more opportunities for their DNA to spread.”
Caine would no doubt be a curious lover, Chloe mused as he spoke so eloquently and intelligently to her about the very subject that excited her more than anything in the world. Well, besides Caine men, it would seem.
He would tell her to spread herself before he fucked her. He would tell her to pull her thighs apart to stretch herself open. A growl of an order would tell her to lie back and expose her innermost self to him. Chloe’s position would allow him to see the hungry, red mouth of her cunt as she obeyed his commands and displayed it for him. He would lick his lips as he looked at her, as if her body and sex were soon to be his prey.
He would take his own gorgeous, aching shaft into his hand as he ordered her to motionlessly lay her fingers against her sex to entice the flow of her own excitement. Caine would watch and smile as she fought the urge to grind the pads of her fingertips against her swollen, throbbing clit.
The Damon Caine she had fantasized about would make her use her hands to part the lips of her cunt so he might see the warm, sticky result of her arousal just as it began to trickle from her body. He would growl his approval of her actions as her clit begged him to give her permission to fondle and stroke it. But he would not consent. This man would not allow her such easy and undeserved release for a bitch under his control.
But his eyes. Looking at her. Examining her body as his books had made her examine her own mind. Penetrating her as deeply as he might with his hands or mouth or cock would force the throbbing between her legs to begin without the movement of his hands or her own.
Her fingertips would be able to feel her pulse as it began to echo down her body and through her clit. And she would feel his gaze reaching inside her as she spread herself open so improperly for him. Exposing parts of her sex that she herself had never seen. Allowing him a more intimate knowledge of her body than she could have for herself.
Chloe had always suspected the vulnerability and helplessness fostered under the sexual direction of a man like Caine would be much like what she felt when cornered by one of her animals.
Her hands pulled at the fabric between her legs and she drew in a breath at the spasm it brought. Caine was silent for a moment as her body grasped the spasm and rode it.
Almost as if he could read her thoughts.
Or her body’s needs.
“I’m sure you know they reportedly received some very interesting attributes from both of their ancestries.”
He had glanced at her as he’d spoken this time. The torturous pulsing between her legs increased even more at what Caine had just suggested. Chloe couldn’t help but consider that he was aware of how well she knew her biology and that she most likely had a very thorough understanding of the human body as well as the bodies of canines. And that she would be very aware of what a man possessing a canine penis could offer a woman.
Were Caine one of his characters, one of the men in Chloe’s dreams, the hard bone shaft that would run down his penis would make his erection constant and never waning. And that cock would swell, once inside Chloe. Locking her to him. Restraining her around his sex and seed.
Chloe watched his mouth as he stared forward, into the darkness, and told her even more of the stories of natural dominance and submission and an imaginary fight for survival that had created tales so decadent that were they true, their participants surely would have been deemed profane and unnatural for their actions. Caine licked his lips again before he spoke.
“Their adaptation and their ability to seduce human females with their above average intelligence and with their physical attributes made it almost unnecessary for them to take mates by force. Which is the part of the story that is the most popular for some reason.”
His mouth would take her sex. As his brother’s had the day before. But Caine wouldn’t have to take anything from her by force. There would be nothing unwilling in Chloe’s body or mind as Caine knelt before her and pressed his lips against the hungriest part of her. Caine tasting her, making love to her with his and tongue and teeth would combine pleasure and pain so well that even Chloe would be hard pressed to tell when her screams were the result of one, the other, or both.
“But, if you were to believe the stories,” he chuckled, “when they did mate by force, they used their more animalistic skills and urges to do so,” he murmured.
Chloe let his newest tale begin to form inside her mind. As if he was one of his own creations. And as if she was his chosen bitch.
“They restrained their mates with their teeth,” Chloe felt just the tips of his fingers graze the side of her throat as he spoke. “Like any canine does when he mates.”
Caine would bite into her. Hard. Harder than Luke had, in fact. But the man in Caine would also use his teeth to inflict pain because he would know that Chloe did indeed want to be fucked while being reminded that she was the weaker, more submissive one.
“They mated in the same manner in which they hunted, in fact. Even their own wives,” his voice rumbled quietly again. “The predator in their blood made them stalk and subdue their mates, even when the woman in their
bed was perfectly willing to mate.”
Caine’s own urge to hunt in his predator blood would cause him to seek out and then grasp her nipples or her clit between his teeth. The man in him would then soothe it with his tongue, even as he inflicted more delicious pain upon her. His breath would be hot and wet on the quivering skin between her legs as he thrust his tongue deep into her. Her womb would be his hunting ground. Caine would search the depths of her sex for what he craved. And his tongue and teeth and lips would be brutal and relentless in the pursuit of their prey.
“At least that’s how the stories go,” he said casually. “I guess there’s just something in the human mind that immediately hones in on the sexually perverse, isn’t there?”
His fingers had flexed around the wheel as he’d asked his very naughty, leading question.
“Why is the drive to procreate perverse?” Chloe asked. Inside her mind, Caine’s fingers began working themselves up into her cunt. “We’re the only species that has a moral problem with sex.”
Two hard, thick fingers making her ready to accept his prick. Wetting her. Relaxing and stretching vaginal muscles that would be pushed to obscene limits when his cock drove itself between her lips and then swelled and grasped at the walls of her sex from the inside. His dick would secure her to him as it swelled even bigger than any cock Chloe had ever taken inside her. His organ would impale her and her fighting to remove his body from her own would be useless.
Two would truly become one until Caine’s needs were completely satisfied.
“We’re the only animals with morals, Dr. Evans.”
Her title and education excited him. Her brains excited him. Her breasts and hips and her smell made the animal in him, even though he was just a man, want to drive his shaft into her as far and as hard as he could thrust.
Caine’s attraction to her was as obvious as his brother’s had been earlier that night.
And as obvious as Chloe’s attraction to Caine had to be.
“Do you consider that a strength in our species?” Chloe asked. “Or a weakness?”
She slid her hand back as she posed her question, toward her body, just a little more. The tips of her fingers could touch where denim covered woman. Her nail, just one, dragged down the fabric, causing her thighs to tighten in response.
“Can you imagine what would happen if we didn’t have morals, Chloe?”
She couldn’t look at him. Her body throbbed with a need for the man beside her. Caine’s voice continued to stroke her mind as Chloe secretly allowed her own hands to stroke her sex.
“If man allowed his urges to control him sexually, no woman would be safe,” he murmured. “You would be hunted, Chloe. Especially when you were fertile. Men would come for you in hoards. It wouldn’t just be your…”
Caine stopped and took a long, deep breath and Chloe felt the air he drew into himself course through her own veins. As if he had taken it for her. To soothe her. Relieve some of the pressure his words and voice and presence was causing her. “I believe the stories you have heard begin when that very thing happened, Chloe. When groups of these men would sometimes travel together to find mates…”
“In packs…”
He nodded at Chloe’s breathless interjection and then smiled at her. “Yes,” he said quietly then and paused. Chloe felt her nipples begin to rub against her bra as the truck bumped along the mountain road.
She suspected he somehow felt it too.
“So as the stories tell, these packs of men would travel from town to town in the mountains,” he continued, “and they would walk the streets during the day to pick out their mates. Talk to them,” he shrugged and then looked at her. “Entice them.”
She wondered who the hell was driving the truck because he sure as shit wasn’t watching where he was going. Not that she cared, though. His eyes were fixed on her. Even in the dark, Chloe could feel his gaze on her eyes and then her mouth. They paused when they got to the hardened crests that had to be very visible even through her sweater and bra.
She wondered if he could hear or see the need screaming from between her legs.
Finally, he looked back to the road. “When nightfall came, hardly any of the women who had been chosen as mates put up much of a fuss when the pack came for them.”
“Hardly any?” Chloe managed to ask, gently grazing her clit with her fingers as she spoke.
Caine shook his head. “Rarely.”
This conversation should have felt wrong to Chloe’s rational side. Naughty. And much, much too dangerous for any sane, intelligent woman to continue enjoying with a man she knew only through his work. But it was also causing the throbbing between her legs to grow and so Chloe’s need for release forced her to urge it on.
“What happened when a woman did resist?”
Caine’s eyes stayed to the front, despite the way her question had been breathed out to him. Chloe watched him breathe in and out slowly as well. As if calming his own nerves now. Obviously, he too felt the buzz of talk too intimate to be sharing with a complete stranger. But his discomfort over their banter made her feel more at ease with her own discomfort. It was reassuring to her that he was as human as she.
She could only hope that he shared the other emotional and physical reactions the conversation was having on her. Chloe let her eyes wander down to where his cock was hiding in the darkness. Her fingers, the ones that still pressed against and teased her clit, itched to reach for it. To wrap around it. To see if it was as hard as she suspected it would be by now. As hard as she hoped it would be by now.
She already knew how long, thick and demanding it would be.
“They’re just stories, Chloe.”
She had heard his words. All of them. His spoken pause was a question as to her desire for him to continue and a statement that had told her that he didn’t know her well enough to answer this one for her. He didn’t know how she would react to details that he was quite sure she had already heard or at least conjured up in her own mind. And he wasn’t sure if she wanted to hear the details that could make her even wetter and even more ready for whatever he was hiding from her. Most of all, she suspected that he wondered if she was capable of thinking like one of his characters. One of his creatures.
Or better still, one of their mates.
The courage she used when faced with animals too hurt and sick to know that her touch on them was meant to heal and not inflict even more pain brewed up inside Chloe and she slid a little closer to Caine on the seat to help answer his less verbal questions.
“What do you think they would have done to ones who resisted, Caine?”
His grip tightened on the wheel. Chloe drew in a breath and his warm, comforting, masculine smell found its way into her by way of her nose and mouth. She could smell his scent as well as taste it. And she felt her pulse quicken behind her breasts as he didn’t move his body in any way that would hint at his wanting her to shift away from him or cease with her interrogation.
Her cunt spasmed with amazing clarity its desire for this man to be inside it.
She felt the truck roll to a stop but didn’t care where they were badly enough to look away from his face. When he turned to her, she was glad she’d stuck to her resolve on that issue.
“What would you have them do, Chloe?”
That invitation, from this man, in the dark and in the middle of no-damned-where was an orgasm in itself. But she managed to appear calm as she answered him.
“This is fiction.” She nodded. “Right?”
“Absolutely.” He nodded with her and turned his body to face hers. Chloe made her fingers still, but left them pressing against herself.
“Because these things never happened, right?”
He shook his head slowly. And then grinned before he shrugged adorably. “Did they?”
That question gave Chloe a spark of hope that she hadn’t felt since Maw had died. Caine had heard the stories. He knew them as well as she did. And even more of them. And that could possibl
y mean he felt the same way about sex and animal urges that all humans have in the bedroom. The forest. Same difference to Caine. Or so his novels would certainly seem to point to that.
“Are we writing one of your books together, Caine?”
He grinned at her again without answering. And then moved his body a little closer to hers. Had Chloe not been so hypersensitive to this man, had every fiber of her being not wanted this man to touch her, she most likely wouldn’t have noticed the gap between them closing. It was that subtle. Stealthy. But it put her within his reach.
Which was hopefully his plan.
“We could,” he murmured in a voice that sounded to Chloe like sandpaper against sin.
Her fingers involuntarily grasped at her pussy at the sound. Chloe wanted Caine’s fingers to grasp her. Every nerve ending in her body demanded to be heard by this man’s hands. She wanted to know that he couldn’t stop himself from reaching for her face. Her breasts. Couldn’t keep those hands from gripping her between her thighs.
She wanted him to show her the answer to the question they were considering.
And she’d put up a hell of a “resistance” for him if that was what he wanted.
Real Oscar caliber stuff.
“So what would you have them do, Chloe? It’s your call,” he smiled. And then bigger. “Or does that undermine your answer?”
He did understand. Perfectly. He understood humans making love as a primitive, animal response to something stronger than morality or religion or laws. He understood the predator and prey roles that some women like to live out in the bedroom. And he most likely understood a human female’s desire to sometimes be restrained and made love to under the guise of force. He was using his voice and body language and those eyes to let her know that he knew these things about her and that this was a game they were playing. The oldest game that has ever existed between male and female. Husband and wife. Man and beast.
“Man’s oldest ancestors were all hunters,” Chloe stated carefully. “They stalked and killed and feasted when their skills overpowered their prey. And they did so without regret or guilt. I think possibly their sons continue to this day to crave that natural rush.”
