by Bonnie Vanak
Arianna felt bashful, but curious. “What’s that?”
He glanced down to where she pointed. “Something special, courtesy of my hybrid blood. It stimulates the G-Spot inside a female’s vagina, intensifying her pleasure so she will climax. Orgasm can cause a female to both ovulate and to conceive. Everything the male does to a female is to ensure pleasure, leading to conception.”
His mouth twisted. “It’s in our nature to become sexually aggressive during the full moon, when traditionally females have come into heat. The urge to breed can be overwhelming and overtake everything else. Even logic.”
Kyle sucked down a deep breath and handed her the bottle.
“Place a few drops on it, or I can’t take it slow. And I want, very much, to take it slow with you,” he told her.
The bottle had a stopper that allowed only a single drop. She shook it, spilling exactly five droplets on his penis and set the bottle on the nightstand.
His erection slightly deflated and Kyle shook his head. “You need to spread it.”
With her fingers, perhaps. But a surge of sexual excitement nudged her otherwise.
Kneeling, she gripped his shaft and licked the base, running her tongue along the underside, swirling it around the broad head.
Her tongue flicked the oil over his skin. Kyle tunneled his fingers through her damp hair and threw his head back. Although his shaft became half erect, he began thrusting his hips upward toward her mouth.
She reached up and slid her hands over the slope of his taut buttocks, imagining them flexing and bending as he thrust deep inside her body. Hot damn, this peppermint oil was turning her mindless, combined with her approaching heat. She felt edgy and open and wanting all over again.
Kyle drew back, his penis bobbing heavily. He bent down and kissed the top of her head. “Enough for now.”
“More,” she said, hardly recognizing the sultry purr in her voice.
“Darling, if you have any more, I’m gonna explode in your mouth.” He pulled her upward and stared into her eyes. “And that’s for later. Not your first time. Tonight’s about you. Not me.”
Kyle tore back the sheets, then swung her up into his arms. He gently deposited her on the bed and joined her, brushing a strand of long hair away from her face. Tenderness shone in his eyes. “I want to make you mine, Ari. And give you a pleasure you’ve never known before.”
As he kissed her, he palmed her mound, then slid his fingers through her thatch to her slick cleft. Very slowly, he began to pleasure her once more, his fingers working magick between her legs. He slid a finger into her tight, wet channel, and then out again, his thumb teasing her clit in time with the strokes.
Dragging his tongue over her neck, he delivered tiny, biting kisses that increased the fire between her legs.
Kyle whispered into her ear, “Come for me, darling. Come on, Ari. Come for me.”
At his husky command, the tension drawing her body tight as piano wire cranked up. The fire between her legs exploded into an inferno as she clutched his broad shoulders and screamed out his name.
Shuddering, her body glistening with sweat, she curled up beside him as he stroked her hair and kissed her temple. The gasps of her ragged breathing filled the air as she rubbed her sensitive breasts against his curly chest hairs.
Two earth-shattering orgasms, yet the Lupine inside her howled for more. Howled to be filled with his hardness.
Arianna pressed her mouth against his warm, hard chest as her hand slid down and gripped his shaft. Despite the peppermint oil, he was hard and ready.
She squeezed. Kyle pulled away, his eyes flashing amber, a growl rumbling in his throat. Forget the peppermint. He was a hot, hard male, ready to take her. The animal inside him leashed for now.
Obeying an ancient Lupine instinct, she sprawled naked on the bed, her legs spread open. Kyle’s nostrils flared as he scented her arousal and his dick hardened and lengthened. Sounds of his ragged breathing filled the room as he climbed on top of her, his thick penis pressing at her soaked entrance.
She wanted this so badly. But the wildness in his eyes, the nearly cruel lust etched on his handsome face renewed old fears. Arianna shrank back against the mattress and closed her legs.
Kyle muttered a low curse and rolled off her.
She felt ashamed. Making love with this Lupine would fulfill every fantasy. But she couldn’t do it. How could she simply lie there, helpless, and let him take her? What the hell was wrong with her?
Was she always destined to be like this?
Tears sprang to her eyes, and she shook her head in abject misery as she tried to turn away.
Kyle ran a finger down her cheek, wiping away a stray droplet. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. We’ll find a way.”
“But how?” she choked out.
Kyle sat up against the mountain of pillows. “We’ll take this at your pace. You’re in charge.”
He patted a muscular, hairy thigh. “Climb on me.”
Muscles rippling beneath tanned skin, his thighs strong and sinewy, he was lean and powerful. If he truly wanted, he could roll her beneath him and do as he pleased. But everything he’d done so far was to ensure her pleasure.
She could do this, Arianna assured herself.
Straddling him, she kissed him, enjoying the sweetness of his mouth, the lazy strokes of his tongue tangling with hers. Arianna rubbed her mound against his thick erection, sliding it between her cleft, the dew of her arousal slicking it.
She felt a fierce ache to be filled by him. Raising herself up, she heard his breathing grow ragged. Arianna took his shaft in hand, guiding it to her soaked cleft. But as she tried to lower herself, the sudden pressure grew into pain.
“Help me,” she begged him. “I can’t do this.”
“Slow, we’ll take it slow. Hold onto my shoulders, tight as you can.”
Kyle took his cock in hand and held it upright. With his other hand, he began pleasuring her clit. Arianna sank slowly down, feeling the round tip enter her. She bit her lip, awash in the sharp pleasure of his stroking fingers, and the growing pressure turning to stinging pain.
“It hurts,” she whimpered.
“I know, sweetheart, I know. Hold onto me, Ari.”
But she couldn’t move. Kyle kissed her deeply, teasing her tongue with his. Closing her eyes, she leaned into him. He pressed the pad of his thumb against her soft, swollen clit and began to rub. Pleasure began colliding against the burning pain. Arianna tilted her hips up and slid a little further down. Aided by the slick moisture he coaxed from her body, she pushed down harder. Each stroke made her feel open, wet and aching to have his cock fill her.
But fear kept shoving aside the erotic pleasure. Despite wanting to take control, and be in charge of lovemaking, she could not make herself move.
Opening her eyes, she saw his fierce gaze. “I can’t do this.”
Hands on her hips, he easily lifted her, and slowly drew her down. But when he met with the tight resistance inside her, he stopped.
Arianna reached deep inside her, drawing on her wolf’s instinct. Her wolf whined with frustration, pawing at her to submit. Let him do as he pleased.
Her body tingled with impatience and Arianna suddenly knew what to do. She climbed off him and went on all fours, presenting him with her backside.
“Ari...” His voice was rough and deep.
“Do it, Kyle. Take me like this, like a wolf. My wolf feels safe and comfortable with you, and it’s the only way. Please. Make me yours.”
When he made no move toward her, she wriggled her butt. “Fuck me like the animal I can be.”
A low growl rumbled deep in his throat. He skimmed a palm over her bottom, making her shiver. Kyle dragged his tongue over one round cheek. Then she felt him mount her from behind, his thick penis prodding her wet flesh. Looking into the mirror, she saw herself flushed, her eyes huge in her face, blond hair curtaining her flushed face.
Kyle gripped her hips and met her gaze in the mirror. “Look
at me, Ari,” he commanded. “Look at me as I make you mine.”
She felt the thickness of his penis push slightly inside, the pressure increasing. Then he tightened his hold and gave a sudden, hard thrust past her barrier. She cried out as burning pain flared, along with an odd feeling of thickness.
“Ari, my Ari,” he murmured. “Look at us. Completely joined together. We are one now.”
His thick shaft inside her felt like a hot iron bar. And then he eased out slightly, and moved back, penetrating her deep inside. She felt the knobby protrusion on his penis rub against the most sensitive part of her vagina and gasped.
“Can’t do it like this. Will lose control,” he grated out.
Kyle pulled all the way out. Warmth trickled down her thigh, and she knew it was her virginal blood.
“Lie back,” he muttered. “I need to see your face. I need to kiss you.”
Beneath the gruff tone, she sensed his burning need mixed with vulnerability. Kyle wasn’t interested in sex with one of his many Skin lovers. He wanted this, their first time, to be special. He needed her.
The knowledge fed her courage. Arianna rolled over onto her back and held out her arms. He mounted her, his hard body sliding over her soft one, his mouth covering hers as he kissed her deeply.
Drawing back, he brushed back her hair, gazing tenderly at her. “You okay, Ari?”
She nodded.
“Ready to continue?”
Drawing in a breath, she nodded again. “Let’s do this.”
Kyle took his penis in hand and pushed inside her. The pain flared again and she hissed out a breath, but wrapped her arms around him, urging him inside.
“Mine,” he growled, and thrust deep inside her.
His thick shaft rubbed against her sensitive tissues. Arianna gritted her teeth, and then felt the knobby protrusion in his penis slide against a sensitive spot. Pleasure spiked once more, and she writhed and moaned.
The sound stimulated him, and he looked down at her, his expression nearly savage.
Kyle spread her legs wide and gripped her hips as he thrust. Each movement made her breasts bounce, his silky chest hairs abrading her tender nipples. Suddenly his fingers squeezed her bottom and she felt him tense above her. Throwing his head back, he gave an enormous shout of her name and shuddered. She felt his hot seed shoot deep inside her, sending new little ripples of pleasure through her vagina.
Kyle collapsed atop her. The heavy weight of him pinned her to the mattress, his head pillowed beside her, his ragged breathing thundering in her ear. She reached up and stroked his sweat-dampened hair.
“I did it,” she whispered. “You did it.”
Kyle raised his head, his beautiful green eyes sleepy and sated. “You did it. My Ari. Mine.”
He rolled off her, and gathered her into his strong arms. She curled next to him, relishing his warmth, his hard body a furnace in the chilly room. Arianna pushed a bare leg between his thighs. He winced.
“Yowsa. Watch the balls, sweetheart.”
“Sorry. I’m not used to doing this. You’re the first guy I’ve ever slept with.”
Kyle stroked her hair. “I’m glad of it. A little pain is worth savoring the experience.”
Her fingers slid through the thick, silky hairs on his muscled chest. Arianna listened to the steady rhythm of his heart pounding against her ear.
“So this is what it’s like. Sex. It feels pretty special.”
“Part of it,” he murmured, stroking her hair. “Standard vanilla sex for our first time together. Wanted to take it easy on you.”
All those orgasms were vanilla? Whoa. She raised her head. “If that was vanilla, what’s spicy?”
“I’ll show you. But not now. You’re too sore, and I promised to take good care of you.”
Insight struck her. “The shed. It’s your own private playhouse. Take me there after dinner.”
“No. You’re not yet ready.”
“Not ready because I’m still inexperienced?” Arianna rose on an elbow and playfully pulled his chest hairs. “Let’s change that.”
Kyle watched her with his hooded gaze. “I’m a beast, Ari. A half-Satyr whose blood ripens with the full moon. My compulsion when my Satyr side comes out will be to unleash my insatiable sexual needs. It can be rough. You’re not ready for it yet. I have to teach you to accept and enjoy desire.”
“And I’m a pureblood Lupine who has enjoyed desire. Take me to your playhouse.”
Brushing a kiss against her temple, he murmured, “Go to sleep, Ari.”
As she drifted off to sleep, an uneasy thought occurred to her. What exactly was in Kyle’s secret playhouse?
Chapter 16
KYLE HAD NO idea how Arianna would react to his wilder side.
They’d napped in each others’ arms. Now, listening to her shower, his imagination went wild. He envisioned the water cascading down the curve of her breasts, sliding to the tangle of rich, dark curls covering her womanhood. Blood coursed through his veins, thickening his cock. Arianna. Arianna. Arianna. The chant remained, even though they’d bonded in the flesh. His wolf craved to put the mating mark on her, but he knew it was prudent to wait.
Wait to see how she reacted to the savage beast.
The bathroom door opened, and steam poured out. Pink tinted her smooth skin. Clad in a thick robe, she approached, a smile on her face, her hips swaying. So beautiful.
Arianna gasped as he gently parted her labia and slid a finger inside her vagina. “Does this still hurt?”
Arianna squirmed, her inner muscles clenching. “No. Not anymore.”
“Excellent,” he murmured. “Maybe you are ready.”
Because he was running out of time. If he was to put his mark on her, he must know soon how she’d react to his beast.
Leaving her to dress, he went into the kitchen, preparing a simple meal of hamburgers and vegetables.
After dinner, he brought her outside to the shed, then unlocked the door and swung it open.
“Oh, wow,” she murmured.
The shed was a single room. Dominating the space was a low bed big enough to accommodate six people. It was the most normal furniture in the room.
A long leather-padded table tilted upright with restraints and stirrups took up one corner. Shelves containing all manner, and size, of phalluses, as well as leather paddles and other instruments, covered the mirrored walls. Blindfolds, gags and leather outfits were arranged on a dresser, along with bottles and tubes. The mirrors reflected Arianna’s startled expression and his watchful one.
An S-shaped cushion sat near a futon mattress where shiny metal shackles dangled from the wall.
As he adjusted the thermostat to turn on the gas heater, he watched her face. Arianna looked intrigued. “I guess this isn’t the wood shed after all.”
“We call it the wood shed. As Darius pointed out, there is plenty of wood seen here.” As she rolled her eyes, Kyle lifted a strand of her hair, bringing it to his nose to inhale. Damn, he loved the smell of her. “A joke, sweetheart.”
A small frown line indented the space between her brows, but her blue eyes glittered with excitement. “All this is yours?”
“Others use it, mainly Darius. But I have exclusive use during the full moon. Aiden built the shed, but I converted it into a private room for when I get a little... primitive.”
“Darius enjoys this kind of sex?”
“He likes to blindfold his lovers. I prefer them tied up.”
The darkest part of his beast thrilled at holding a willing female down, taking her as he pleased. But the others paled in comparison to Arianna. Arousal grew, male need enriching his blood and tightening his muscles.
Arianna went to the table and touched a leather restraint. Kyle imagined her upon it, legs in the stirrups spread wide, her sex exposed to his hungry gaze. She had no idea how much he wanted her right now. His beast roared and demanded to take her, to bury his cock deep inside. In one day, the pale moon’s fullness would overcome him a
nd there would be no turning back. If he had any chance of a future with Arianna, mating her for life, he must act now and assess her fears.
“This table looks like the type used to examine women.” She spoke softly, her voice a velvet brush against his quivering cock.
“Yes,” he grated out.
Arianna had remained innocent of this aspect of pack life. “Mark’s mate, Madelyn, birthed the pack’s first baby on it. Their firstborn.”
“In here?”
Kyle skimmed a finger along the polished leather. “It aided in the conception, so her wish was to give birth on it. Mark is a worthy male who would do anything to please his mate.”
Grim amusement filled him at her stunned expression. Gently he traced a finger along her parted lips. “The table has given birth to desire, to fantasies, to sexual pleasure, and has been the instrument of new life. Aiden insisted on making the room available to all in the pack who require it. Darius and I are merely the keepers.”
“You’ve been here several times. And Darius?”
He nodded. “At times, Aiden has been in the room. He attended to the birth of Mark and Madelyn’s firstborn nearly eight years ago.”
And so did I, Kyle thought, still awash in pleasure at the honor. He, who had been kicked out of his pack and called a deviant, had been requested to participate in the birth.
He’d been present at the conception. The pair had been mated more than a year, but Madelyn could not conceive. No herbal remedies or potions worked. Finally she stopped ovulating. Desperate, Mark sought out the advice of an older pack female experienced in fertility, who’d talked with Madelyn.
The specialist discovered Mark’s mate enjoyed kinky sex. Bondage. Voyeurism. Group sex. But more importantly, she felt restricted and pressured because Aiden had no mate and no heir. Subconsciously, she suppressed her natural ability to conceive.
Aiden formally gave permission, but it wasn’t enough. Madelyn wanted Aiden to impregnate her. Only then could she birth Mark’s babes. An enraged Mark threatened to leave, and the pack began to divide, until Kyle suggested a solution as Madelyn’s heat approached.
