by Bonnie Vanak
In this very room, a naked Madelyn had lain face down upon the table, her legs spread open. Kyle stood on the table’s side, holding her down, Darius had taken the other, while Mark stroked his mate’s hair and whispered erotic suggestions. Aiden took lube and rubbed it over Madelyn’s bottom and her anus, then applied it to his cock until his erect penis glistened. The pack alpha then proceeded to vigorously fuck Mark’s mate in the ass as she moaned and climaxed twice. After he came with a mighty shudder and roar, Madelyn wanted more.
More males.
Kyle had taken a turn. Then Darius.
Then all four males had gently turned a quivering Madelyn onto her back and placed her feet in the stirrups. Kyle and Darius held her arms down while Aiden stoked her breasts. As Mark had fucked his mate, his thrusts heavy and hard, Aiden commanded her to conceive a baby for the pack. Madelyn had writhed and climaxed twice. They’d repeated the process twice until the males scented the sharp, biting scent of a female ovulating.
Mark had taken his beloved mate one final time without restraints. The trio stood by and silently watched Mark tenderly make love to his beloved mate. Kyle had been extremely aroused, but filled with awed wonder, knowing he’d witnessed the conception. When he, Darius and Aiden finally left the exhausted couple alone, each had sought out a mountain cabin where a female awaited them. As dawn broke, Kyle’s partner had been well-pleasured, exhausted and sore.
Glancing now at Arianna, his blood surged thick and hot. Oh, the things he wanted to do with her, to her. And in the end, something he dared to hope would shatter her fears for good.
If she couldn’t push past old terrors, there was no hope for him. They could never have a life together, never live as mated couple. Not if she ran away screaming from him every full moon.
He saw her staring at him in a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty. “What do you want from me?”
“You made a promise to me out in the woods. I want you to deliver on it.”
Visibly she swallowed. “How?”
Kyle went to the table and patted it. “Get undressed and hop on.”
The shed was filled with whispers of erotic bliss. Arianna hesitated as she studied the table. Making love with this male was one thing, but restraints... Sweat beaded her forehead and she fought the impulse to run out into the night, far away from this room of dark pleasures.
Still, she knew her fears would always follow, unless she confronted them directly.
Arianna removed her clothing. Shivering, she sat on the table’s edge.
“Lie down,” he told her in a husky voice.
When she did, he took hold of the leather straps. Snap. The restraints closed around her slender wrists. Kyle placed her legs in the stirrups and closed the padded manacles around her ankles. He slid a hand along the inside of her thigh and placed a single kiss upon her skin.
She was tied to the table, helplessly spread before him. Desire left her sex wet and glistening, fully exposed.
“You’re mine, Ari. And I can do whatever I wish with you. Do you trust me?”
He was bigger, stronger and more powerful. She could do nothing in this position to fight him. Yet she sensed as savage as his beast might become, he would never hurt her.
“Yes.”
Standing between her spread legs, Kyle lowered his voice. “You’re going to come for me, again and again, as I fuck you. In fact, you’re so hot now, you can’t wait for my thick, hard cock to fill you. I’m going to make you come so hard, you’ll beg me to take you. I’m going to make you scream. Again. And again, until I hear my name on your lips.”
The promise caused more moisture to gush from her vagina. Her entire body tingled with erotic anticipation.
She watched as he went to the dresser and selected a tube. Kyle returned, unscrewing the cap and then squirted out a generous dollop onto his fingertips. He set the tube down and began gently massaging her sex. Arianna moaned and writhed.
“Soon,” he murmured. “This is to prepare you, soften your cunt for me. I don’t want you sore for what I have planned.”
Gel slid over her clitoris, followed by his gentle strokes. His light touch made her want to scream, and she thrust her hips upward in nameless pleading.
But he left and walked to the shelves holding a variety of phalluses. Kyle selected one. It was ridged with bumps, and thick and long. Her vagina clenched.
After coating the phallus with gel until it glistened, he inserted it into her vagina. Internal muscles squeezing tight, she resisted. But Kyle pressed the dildo against her sex, until it finally opened, accepting the phallus. He slid it halfway in, the pressure exquisite, bordering on pain.
Then he walked around the table and began to suckle on her breast, while his fingers teased across her skin, down to her thick thatch. When he touched her clit, her vagina tightened around the phallus.
Slowly he massaged her, flicking his tongue across her nipple, lightly biting. Arianna thrashed and moaned, kept in place by the restraints. Climax hovered, but each time she drew close, he stopped. Waited. And then began pleasuring her anew.
Finally he ceased and withdrew the phallus, the wet leather sliding out of her vagina, leaving her frustrated and unfulfilled. The ragged sound of her breaths filled the small shed.
“Why?” she demanded. “Why tease me like that? Why not just fuck me with your cock?”
“I told you, I am going to make you beg,” he murmured. “And the phallus was to prepare you. It’s exactly the size of my penis when I transform into a Satyr.”
Arianna licked her lips, wobbling to her feet as he undid the restraints and helped her stand.
Kyle led her over to the red cushion and pointed. “Lie down across it.”
He positioned her over the cushion so her bottom pointed upward and spread her thighs. Arianna stared at herself in the mirror, breasts full and pointing downward against the cushion, the male behind her totally taking charge.
Finally, he removed his clothing, folding it neatly in a corner. He was fully erect, his thick penis rising high. With his leanly muscled body and sleekly muscled flanks, Kyle was male perfection. Even the cruel Z on his cheek testified to his rugged strength and power. He’d survived cruelties that would best others, and the harsh mistreatment had not turned him hard and bitter.
He went to the dresser and poured oil into a warming dish and then heated it. Kyle took the dish over to her and poured warm oil over her bottom. The sensation was startling. She peered into the mirror and saw him rub his hands.
He parted her cheeks and slid his tongue between them. Moaning at the silken roughness of his tongue, she wriggled. He drew back and delivered a gentle slap to her bottom.
“Stay still,” he ordered.
Squeezing her ass cheeks, he licked off the oil, his warm, wet tongue stroking slowly. Then Kyle moved behind her. He kissed her neck, then his warm lips moved over her shoulder, down the slope of her back. Arianna reached back and pulled his hair, need clawing at her, and thrust her hips backward. The demand for sex overwhelmed her. She knew the Lupine were a sensual people, but had never experienced the clawing ache to be filled like this.
Next he took a small phallus, coated it with oil and parted her ass cheeks.
It hurt a little as he slid the plug inside her. “This will give you more pleasure when I fuck you. It will make you feel even fuller.”
The harsh sound of his breathing mingled with her soft whimpers as he held a hand at the small of her back, ensuring she remained still. Kyle knelt behind her and ran his palms over her bottom. Then he leaned close and nipped her ass, soothing the faint sting with a slow lick.
“Look up at me,” he softly commanded.
Parting her thighs, he pushed the head of his cock against her softness. Arianna stared into the mirror, watching his savage look as he gripped her waist and forced himself into her tight channel. Arousal screamed through her as he worked his way deep inside, the anal plug increasing the pressure as her vaginal walls stretched and a
dmitted him.
“Am I hurting you?”
Wordlessly, she shook her head.
Kyle pushed further inside. “Do you want me to stop?”
Her wolf would not be denied and growled in demand. “No, damnit, will you shut up and fuck me?”
With a soft laugh, he obliged. Gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her skin, Kyle began to pound hard and fast. The musky smell of her arousal mixed with his scented the air.
Caught in the overload of sensual pleasure, Arianna moaned as he sank deep inside her and then withdrew. Arching her back, she tightened her inner muscles as he pushed deep inside. And then he went rigid behind her and barked out a curse, ejaculating streams of hot semen against her womb.
Her vaginal muscles spasmed and tightened around his erection, her own climax bathing her in a rush of heat as she screamed out his name. His harsh cries mingled with her own. Spent and awash in pleasure, Arianna dropped down on the cushion.
Panting, he lay atop her, his heavy weight pressing her down. Kyle murmured endearments as he stroked her hair. He was an amazing lover. He cared about her pleasure. Why then, was he concerned about her reactions to his play house?
There was nothing about him that could scare her, not now. Absolutely nothing.
After, they sat on the thick mattress on the floor, sipping red wine Kyle had found in a cabinet. A pleasant feeling buzzed through her as she drank.
But he kept watching her, as if expecting some reaction. She glanced at his strong, muscled body and giggled. “I’ve never drunk wine in the nude. I’ve never done a lot of things before.”
“There’s one other surprise.”
Frowning at his neutral tone, she watched him take the glasses and put them on the dresser. Her head felt thick and fuzzy. She tried standing but fell back to the mattress.
Kyle loomed over her like a shadow. Arianna’s tongue felt dry and dusty. “You put something in the wine.”
Her voice sounded sluggish and thick. He nodded and squatted down, brushing her hair back behind one ear. “Like you were drugged in the cave, sweetheart. I’m recreating your nightmare.”
“Sadist,” she whispered, trying to focus her muddied thoughts.
“No, Ari. I want you to fight your fears. Sometimes you must face them head on.” He stroked a finger down her cheek. “For me it was facing Tristan as he brought a red-hot poker close to my cheek. For you, it’s being tied up, drugged and helpless.”
“Tristan did that?”
“He didn’t hurt me, just brought it close enough for me to feel the heat. I passed the test that day and you can, too.”
Horror stole over her as he snapped a shackle around her wrist. She was now handcuffed to the wall. Arianna pulled at the chain, but it held fast.
Kyle stood and paced to the other side of the room, his back toward her. And then she saw him change. Thick fur covered his haunches, the pelt stretching down to his knees. His short hair grew, spilling down past his shoulders. When he turned around, his eyes amber, two horns had emerged from his skull, and a short beard covered his strong jaw.
But the biggest change was his erection, thick, long and menacing as it jutted up from the nest of dark hair at his groin. He started toward her, growling in his throat, the sound sexual and savage.
Memories flashed. The Satyr approaching, lust burning in his gaze, his thick erection jutting upward as she sat on the cave floor, tugging ineffectively at the manacles chaining her to the rock wall...
Arianna turned and saw a monster. “Satyr,” she whispered.
The beast stalked toward her. Terror surfaced, blotting out everything else in her mind Arianna screamed and wrenched harder at the handcuff and broke free. Sobbing, she ran to the door, but it was locked. Screams tore from her throat as she pounded on the door.
Hearing motion behind her and a deep male voice grating out for her to stop, she ran into the corner and hugged her knees, trying to make herself small as possible.
“Please, don’t touch me. Please, don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me.”
Curling until she squeezed herself into a tight ball, she whimpered, hoping he’d leave her alone, hoping when she opened her eyes, it would all be a nightmare and go away...
“Ari. Sweetheart.”
A familiar voice cut through the thick buzzing in her ears. She opened her eyes, tears trickling down her cheeks.
Naked, Kyle knelt before her, his expression taut with sorrow and concern. “Ari, please, sweetheart, I won’t hurt you. I won’t touch you. I promise.”
Tremulous relief surged through her. The shakes subsided. “You left me. The Satyr was here! He came to hurt me just like before.”
Trembling, she hugged him, then ran her hands over his face, stroking the cruel Z brand. “You’re back.”
Her guardian closed his eyes. When he opened them, his gaze was dark and haunted. “I never left.”
At last, she slept. Tucking her into the guest bed, he watched her drift off. Kyle ran a tender hand through her sweat-dampened hair.
Maybe it was too soon. But he suspected not. Even if he gave her a year, Arianna couldn’t accept his true nature.
Kyle left and went outside, the wind ruffling his hair, cutting to the bone. “Let it go,” he whispered to the wind. “Release it.”
Clenching his fist, he imagined it held all his feelings for Arianna, the wild sexual abandon, the tenderness.
The love.
He closed his eyes and opened his palm, seeing the bitter wind sweep them away. But when he opened his eyes, and regarded his hand, his chest still felt hollow, and his heart was heavy with the weight of leaving her behind.
He had no place in this world. Arianna did. She belonged with Aiden’s pack, with her own kind. And he desperately wanted to find a way to remain with Ari. Maybe avoid her during that time of month.
A grim smile touched his mouth. He stood, dusting off his hands. Hell, he could no more avoid Ari during the full moon than he could stop shifting into a Satyr.
Even after the incredible sex, the assurances, the tenderness they’d shared, Ari was still terrified of his beast. An aching hollow settled in his chest. Everything inside him cried out to go into the bedroom, hold her tight and never let go. But he’d sworn a personal vow never to hurt or scare her again.
He had a little money saved. Maybe he’d go east this time, hitch across the country and see the Atlantic.
Will I ever belong anywhere?
For years, he’d belonged to the Mitchell pack. He felt valued and accepted and respected. And with Arianna, he finally felt loved, and knew what it was like to love.
The thought of losing her sank a dagger into his guts. Hell, he’d survive. But it would leave this empty space inside him no one could ever fill, because Ari claimed it with her gentle laughter and tough spirit.
Fishing his cell phone from his jeans pocket, he palmed it. No use wasting time. He dialed the number.
Tristan appeared in his customary black jerkin and tight trousers, looking calm and expectant.
“It didn’t work out with Arianna,” the wizard observed.
Kyle stared into the woods. “Called you here to cut a deal. I’m not putting the mating mark on her and tying her to my side.”
“She will continue to attract males unless you put the mark on her and claim her as your mate.”
“Yeah, well, she’s not afraid of sex anymore. For now, you resend your decree for her to mate. You won’t kill her. Or punish her.”
“In exchange for what, hunter?”
“Whatever you want from me.”
“Whatever I wish. Interesting offer. The same she made to you in the woods.”
Kyle fisted his hands and snarled. “You were spying on me? You son of a bitch!”
The wizard leaned against the woodshed. “Relax, hunter. I have spies, my ravens, but they only eavesdropped after Aiden forced your beast out. They are quite fond of you for rescuing one of their brethren and mending his broken wing.”
“I wish to attend at the birth of your firstborn child.”
Kyle blinked and laughed. The only babies he wanted to make were with Arianna, and that would never happen. He shrugged. “I promise.”
“And I may require your assistance to search for something the Brehon need recovered.”
Interesting. Tristan never admitted to needing help. “What?”
The Silver Wizard’s gaze hardened. “Later. If you leave the pack, you will never see Arianna again. She will become a ghost memory.”
Even though this was what he’d wanted, male possessiveness flooded his body. “That’s going to be a real bitch. How can I forget her?”
“You can, if you’re far enough away.” Tristan approached, laid a hand on his shaking shoulder. “You can do this, hunter. Of all the Wyldings I watch over, you possess the strongest will.”
“My will isn’t that strong, not during the full moon. I’ll always crave her, want to return to her.” He struggled with the words. “And she’ll always be afraid of me hurting her.”
“Then it’s best you leave before she sees your ugly side emerge again, isn’t it?” The wizard’s voice was almost gentle beneath the razor sharp words. “Leave her to live a full, enriched life. You want what’s best for her, do you not? You have deep feelings for this Lupine.”
I love her. His heart twisted painfully.
As the wizard started to retreat, preparing to leave, Kyle called out, “Wait. One more condition.”
“You test my patience, hunter.”
He met the other’s gaze. “Once I leave the Mitchell pack, if I ever return, you must promise one thing. Kill me.”
Tristan did not blink. “Why?”
“Because I’ll only return if I’m moonstruck and sexually insatiable, unable to control my beast, and I will terrify Ari.” Kyle clenched his fists. “And I’d rather die.”
Silence again, broken by the whisper of the wind through the trees, and a raven cackling overhead.
“Done.”
Tristan faded away. As Kyle watched, the thought dimly occurred to him he’d just made a bargain with a demon.
