“We’ll get to that. But I told you that you were the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, and you didn’t believe me. You thought I lied to you. I can’t have that. I think you need to learn to believe me.”
“Are you going to spank me?” The idea had merit. If he wanted her to bend over and be punished, she’d not say no.
“Maybe another night.” Cyrus leaned over, his face right above her shoulder blade. “Tonight, I’m going to bite you.”
“What?”
She’d no more asked than Cyrus’ teeth sank into her shoulder, right next to her neck. Betsy gasped, but not from pain. Liquid heat pooled inside of her and slid downward toward her thighs. Her knees buckled, and he caught her. “That’s the first. I’m going to bite you again. When we’ve reached completion, I’m going to bite down on you so hard it will mark you forever. When it starts to heal, I’ll bite it again. This will happen for the rest of our lives.”
Betsy nodded, her brain in a haze of pleasure. Yes, bite her again. He should bite her over and over. All the time.
“Now look at yourself.” She did as he asked and stared at the woman in the mirror. Betsy hardly recognized herself. Who was the woman with the heated eyes, the messed-up hair, and the flushed cheeks? It couldn’t really be her. Pressed up against Cyrus, she didn’t look too rounded where she’d thought she should be more slender. No, she came across as sultry and small.
“Do you see these breasts?” Cyrus ran his fingers around her nipple.
She nodded. Not that she usually gave them that much of a look, but she could certainly see them now. “Yes.”
“They’re beautiful. More than a handful cupped in my grip.” He smoothed his fingers over them, and she shuddered. “So smooth and tender to my touch. Your nipples are pink. I want my mouth on them, but first, I have to hear you tell me how beautiful they are.”
His cock pressed up against her ass as he held her. This was turning him on. Betsy smiled and could see in the mirror that she suddenly appeared as a woman who knew how much her man wanted her. He controlled an entire pack, and he belonged to her.
Maybe it was a werewolf thing…maybe it was her discovery that actually belonging to a powerful man was a hot thing…but Betsy believed him. If she said that her breasts were beautiful, then they must be.
“They’re beautiful. Won’t you touch them, Cyrus? Please?”
He growled and picked her up again, bringing her over to his bed. The comforter was soft beneath her back, and she pushed down farther into it.
“You like the silk, princess? I’ll drape you in it. When I let you get dressed.”
They undressed each other. Betsy had never felt such strong intensity as that radiating off of Cyrus. His focus was entirely placed on her, and, once he had her naked, he grinned in a way that could only be called wolfish. She narrowed her eyes. “What?”
“I’m going to do as you asked now.”
“What was that?”
“To please touch your breasts. I’m going to do that. A lot.” He bit down on her nipple, and she writhed on the bed beneath him. He smiled at her, his eyes crinkling. “Sensitive?”
“Apparently." She panted.
“I can see that.” He knelt over her and stroked his thumb down her stomach while his other hand cupped her breast. “I can also see that you have the most delicious curves. Everywhere they’re supposed to be, and they all belong to me.”
She ran her hand down his chest. He was built like some kind of mythical god. How many women talked to him every day while he wore his designer suits and had no idea of the body underneath? Betsy hadn’t imagined he looked like this. Her mouth watered, and for the first time, she let herself look all the way down at the complete package.
Something on her face must have given away her thoughts.
“Like what you see?”
“Yes.” There really wasn’t any other response. Cyrus was huge, bigger than any man she’d ever encountered. She’d had sex with only humans. Were all werewolves built like him? Werewolf women must be happy all of the frickin’ time.
She reached down and stroked him from his balls to the top of his cock. He groaned, and she grinned. “Roll over, big guy, and I’ll show you how much I like what I see deep in my mouth.”
“What?” He shook his head.
Had she not been clear? “I want to give you a blow job.”
“You do?”
She wasn’t exactly sure what was going on here. “Is that a problem? I mean, I don’t have to if that’s a problem for werewolves.” Had she committed some kind of sexual faux pas?
“No. I would love that.” He cleared his voice. “Another time. Okay? Tonight is about you.”
“It can be about both of us.”
“The night is young.” He kissed her hard. She wasn’t going to forget this part of the evening, but she wasn’t going to complain either. She’d get his cock in her mouth. He pulled back to grin at her before he scooted down toward the end of the bed.
“I need to taste you.” His voice sounded gravelly. “Right now.”
Before she could blink, he had his mouth on her pussy. She closed her eyes. His tongue was doing wicked things, and before long, he’d found her clit. He pushed on it, and she cried out. At this rate, she wasn’t going to last very long.
“Cyrus.” She cried out his name. “I’m going to come very fast like this.”
“I know. And then again and again.”
She laughed. Who was she to argue with that?
Chapter Nine
The woman drove him crazy, and if he didn’t find some kind of steadiness soon, he was going to lose it before he properly pleasured his mate. He hadn’t been this overexcited since…well…he couldn’t remember when.
She tasted like heaven, and her little noises of breathless delight spurred him to give her more. That’s all he wanted, to take care of her, to make her so happy she’d never think about leaving and stay with him forever like Lily had stayed with her Alpha.
His brain stuttered at his thought, and he pushed it away. This moment had nothing to do with the legend, and it had no place in his thoughts.
“Cyrus, please.”
He raised his head to look at her. She was a vision, sprawled on his bed with her hair fanned out in every direction with total abandon. Betsy belonged to him, and he wasn’t ever letting her go, even if he had to keep her like this all the time to convince her.
“Please what, princess?”
“I want you inside me.” She grabbed onto the sheets when he circled her clit with his thumb. Such a responsive lover. He could play with her for hours.
“I kind of am already. A part of my body is inside of you right now.” He swirled his hand over her clit again, and she gasped. Yes, he was going to make his mate come. Right then.
“Not the part I want in there.”
“Oh really?” He loved playing with her. “You’re not enjoying what we’re doing? I guess I could stop. Go make a sandwich.”
“Don’t you dare,” she fumed, her eyes turning wolf. Wow. He was impressed. Most werewolves couldn’t do that, even threatened. His mate, now that she wasn’t latent, had no trouble accessing her animal side. It showed power. He wasn’t surprised. Betsy was a survivor, and her life spoke to a core of steel he respected.
“All right. That’s good because I really do like doing what I’m doing right now.”
His cock was so tight and hard he thought it might explode. Cyrus had never been this turned on before without doing something about it. But even the discomfort of wanting her didn’t make him want to hurry. This was too much fun.
She was slick, smooth, and hot inside, and he pressed his fingers deeper, stroking her inner walls while he messaged her swollen bundle of nerves one more time. He used a circular motion, finding that her body responded the most when he did. She bit her lip, her head tilting backward.
Betsy was close. Every nerve ending in his body told him she would come any second. He’d never been so attun
ed to a lover before. Not that Betsy was just any lover. No, she was the one. He could get lost in her body for the rest of his life if he wanted to.
“Come on, princess. Let go, for me. Make me a very happy werewolf tonight.”
“Cyrus…” She called out his name as her sweet juices coated his fingers. He stroked her to completion, reveling in how long and hard she came around his hand. His cock twitched, begging for attention.
He wasn’t ready. Not quite yet. He wanted her settled down so he could bring her back to the edge again.
She opened her eyes to look at him. “Wow.”
“I’ll take wow. That’s a good word.” He licked up her body until he got to her mouth. “I can think of some other particularly good words you could use.”
Her mouth was soft, and she smiled when he kissed her. He breathed in her scent. This was a great moment.
“Thank you.” She kissed him over and over. “I don’t usually come that way.”
“It’s all new now. We’re brand-new to each other. Deal?”
“All right.” She kissed the edge of his nose, which was so cute he couldn’t help the grin it placed on his face. “Brand-new with Cyrus. I’ll take it.”
“That’s good because I need to come inside of you now, princess.” He needed it more than he’d ever needed anything else in the universe.
He maneuvered himself until he was positioned by her pussy. His mouth watered. Maybe he could go down on her again.
“What is that look?”
Her voice brought him back to the moment. “I’m thinking of licking you again.”
“Listen, wolf-boy, I loved that, and I would never, ever say no to you doing whatever you wanted down there. But you promised me your hot cock in my pussy. And I know you always keep your promises because that is what you told me.”
Damn. Talk about using his own words against him. Fair enough.
“I’m not going to complain. I’m going to do what my mate wants.” He sniffed at her, loving the sweet scent of her. After this, the scent would be all over his skin. He would get to smell like Betsy.
“Couple of things.”
She ran her hands through his hair. “Go on.”
“I can’t get you pregnant unless you’re in heat.” He took a deep breath, not because he wanted to confirm what he already knew but because he liked to have as much of her inside of him as possible. “And you are not.”
“So you’re saying that I want you because I want you and not because it’s my biological incentive to fuck every man I see since I’m a werewolf?”
He laughed, a long hard song. Sex could be fun in the midst of the desire. Who knew? “No, you’re free from the mating compulsion right now. And when you feel the need to fuck, charming phrase for it by the way, you’ll be doing that only with me.”
“Okay.” She pinched his shoulder. “What else? You said a couple of things.”
“We’ll never have to worry about sexually transmitted diseases. Can’t get them or give them.” How was he supposed to think rationally when her legs were spread and she was hot, ready for him?
“That’s great. I wasn’t really worrying about that, even though I guess I should have been.”
He bit the top of her knee. “And I want to make sure that you understand the biting. I’m not going to be able to control myself. I’m going to have to bite you. Do you think you’re okay with that?”
“More than.” She paused for a second. “Was that it, or do you want to employ any other delay tactics?”
“Oh, I’m not delaying, princess, not in the least.” He lifted his cock and pushed inside of her. She gasped, and he tried to slow down when he felt her body stretching to accommodate him. The last thing he wanted in the universe would be to hurt her in any possible way.
“I’m sorry.” He bit down on his bottom lip to force control on himself. “I shouldn’t have plowed in there like that.” Damn it, he was such an asshole…
“Don’t you dare apologize. I love it. I want more. What are you waiting for?”
“Ha.” The girl might be trying to kill him. “All right.”
Truth was it would have been hard to stop him from moving. He fit inside of her like a glove, like he had been made to be there, which he supposed he had. Betsy moved her hips, and he surged forward, even deeper into her core.
He closed his eyes, sweat forming on his forehead. This was what coming home felt like.
Cyrus jerked his cock out of her, rubbing against her clit as he did. She dug her fingers into his back. “More.”
He opened his eyes to find her heated gaze on him. “As my mate commands.”
Repeating the movement, he was once again rewarded with Betsy’s pleasure sounds. Gasps, moans, and the repeated litany of his name from her lips created a sexual soundtrack he knew would play over and over in his mind. Or at least he hoped it would. Nothing had ever sounded so beautiful.
His balls tightened, and he clenched his teeth. Not yet. Damn it. Betsy’s pussy squeezed him tight, milking him with every movement and making it harder to maintain his cool.
Pushing in and out of her, he found a rhythm that she liked. Looking down at her, he couldn’t get over how lucky he was to have her there, to have been given this gift.
With one hand, he gripped the headboard, shaking it with every thrust. He held on by a very thin shred of control.
“Cyrus.” Wow, he really loved how she said his name. “Please don’t hang back, darling. You don’t have to be in control all the time.”
She wrapped her legs tighter around him, and he was lost. Any control he had over his movements ceased to exist. There was only Betsy in the universe. Time disappeared, and as he moved in and out of her, he was vaguely aware of the fangs in his mouth descended. When he’d bitten her earlier, it had been with his regular teeth. This time he would mark her, make her his permanently.
He jerked forward, going deeper inside of her, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to hang on much longer. Cyrus fought a losing battle. But—oh by everything in the universe—he wanted her to come first. She cried out his name, her muscles pulsating around him, and her juices wetting him with her warmth. Betsy was heat—molten lava—and he was drawn into her flames gladly. Maybe he could exist inside of her forever.
With that thought, he lost it. His balls tightened to the point of pain, and he came over and over again inside of her. His opened his eyes and found what he searched for—the spot on her shoulder that would show she belonged to him. Yes, he knew what he needed to complete this, to take her in the way of his kind.
Cyrus shook his head and howled his human side battling him in the marking. He did not want to hurt her, and that was what he was going to do if he let go of his control. She had delicate, porcelain skin. His wolf teeth couldn’t tear into her, not like this.
“Damn it.” Betsy clenched her thighs around him. “Bite me. Don’t make me beg you for what we both need.”
How did she know the battle that raged inside of him? Her words had given him permission, so he bit down on her. She jerked beneath him, and he felt like the worst soul on earth. But then her muscles spasmed around his cock again. It took him a minute to realize she’d come again. He swallowed and tried to make sense of what had happened. His mind fogged over, and it was hard to think.
Betsy writhed beneath him, and he stroked the top of her head. He still couldn’t let go of where he’d bitten her. She’d liked it. That much he could grasp, but why he couldn’t release her didn’t make any sense. He growled and finally released her.
The marking was customary. All male werewolves did it to their mates, but no one had ever told him what that would be like. The line between man and wolf had thinned, even more so than when he made the change on full moons, but Cyrus was an Alpha. He never lost control of himself, even to the animal. What the hell had happened?
Betsy panted, kissing his chest in between words. “That was… Wow. That was just wow.”
He’d come hard enough that
he should be passed out in exhausted bliss, but all he could think about was how close he had come to tearing the skin from her body, the way he had been brought to the edge. That couldn’t happen again. Was he some kind of monster?
Cyrus kissed the top of her head, and drew her to him so he could look at the damage to her shoulder. He leaned down and licked it. Some of the healing properties of his wolf saliva were always present, even when he wore his human form. Maybe it would help.
She pinched him, and he turned his attention to her smiling face. “What the hell? You promise me marking, biting, and then you almost don’t deliver?”
“Betsy. Um…” His own voice sounded foreign to him, as though he was listening to it from a distance. “Are you okay?”
“I’m better than okay. Was that what your hesitancy was about? Were you worried I wasn’t okay? We had that whole conversation right before about what would happen. I gave you permission.”
He shook his head and drew her up against his chest before he rolled them until he was on the bottom. “The reality of it was different. I was so close to unacceptable—”
“No,” she interrupted him, “you don’t get to take the single best sexual experience of my life and alter it by making yourself to be some kind of scary wolf. You’re not. You were never going to hurt me. Sheesh, I may ask you to bite me daily to come like that.”
“Really?” He wasn’t entirely convinced she wasn’t trying to spare his feelings. . “It didn’t freak you out that my teeth changed and I bit you really hard?”
“No.” She waved her hand in the air. “Like I said earlier, there are certain things that should be bothering me, certain responses I’m having that should make me scared, but they’re not. Remember which one of us wanted to be chased?”
He grinned, stroking the silky strands of her hair through his fingertips. “Trust me, we both wanted that.”
“I should be certifiable right now and instead,” she yawned, “I’m sleepy.”
“It’s the wolf inside of you. You were always a werewolf. Those instincts were always there. They were repressed. Maybe it’s all falling into line because it’s somewhat of a relief for you to finally be who you should be.”
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