by Celia Kyle
He leaned close and brushed a soft kiss across her lips and pressed his forehead to hers. "Cause you're ready. ‘Cause you want a cute house with babies and a kitten for the cubs to terrorize and I want that, too. I've wanted it for a long time now, Lyssa, and I'm going to claim it if you don't object pretty damned strongly."
"Okay, but what's with the cuffs, bucko?"
He smiled, eyes drilling into hers. "I know what these claws can do and figured these would let me take the edge off before you tear me to shreds, marking me as yours."
"Confident fucker, aren't you?"
He chuckled. "Hopeful maybe."
"Mmhm. You going to do something now, slick?" Her pussy throbbed in time with her heartbeat, aching for him.
"Yeah, I think I am."
"Well, hurry the fuck up before my wolf gets tired of waiting and makes your ass its midnight snack." She threatened, but didn't really mean it. Now that she'd found her mate, she wouldn't hurt him…too bad.
Chapter Four
Caleb's cock throbbed from unsatisfied arousal and ached with the need to be inside Lyssa. So long…so long he'd waited for this moment and he'd be damned if he ruined everything by making love to her like a two-pump chump.
He rolled from the bed, away from the temptation of her bound body and searched through the bedside table's drawer.
"Hey!" She protested, straining against the silver and steel holding her captive. "What?"
He sifted through the drawer's contents, the vibrators and dildos, small tubes of lubricant and condoms…searching. He seriously should have organized this drawer long ago. Finally, he found what he'd been looking for and held them up for her inspection.
"Scissors?" she squeaked.
A little afraid. He liked her like that. A little off-balance, unsure. Lyssa was always in control, always. And now it was his turn to take the reins.
"Yup. I'm getting you naked, but I'm sure as hell not going to let you free. Not yet." He smirked at her and knelt on the bed, soft mattress dipping beneath his weight.
"Caleb…I'm not sure about this." Her worried statement ended on another squeak and he smiled wider.
With tender hands, he tugged her dress down, pulling the material taught. "What aren't you sure about, Lyssa?" He opened the scissors, placing the material between the two blades. "Being with me?"
He watched her watch him and waited for her answer, breath caught in his throat. He knew what he'd heard moments ago, but with Lyssa, and her wolf, she could change her mind in half a heartbeat.
She shook her head no.
"Did the wolf decide I'm not your mate after all?"
She growled in response and his cock twitched. Damn, he was a twisted fuck. A man who got off on his woman growling at him, basically threatening bodily harm for his question.
He closed the scissors over the silken material of her dress and the blades cut through it like a hot knife through butter.
One snip and he readied the blades for cut number two. "You have a problem with me? Me loving you?"
Lyssa snapped at him then, pulling the chains taught, chest thrust forward while her neck strained toward him, teeth biting on air.
He leaned forward and kissed the tip of her nose, just to piss her off a little. "Okay, so what's the problem, baby?"
He closed the scissors again, slicing through more fabric, inching his way up the swath of cloth she called a dress. As thin as it was, he likened it to a nightgown more than something to wear to the office. Higher he went, exposing more of her pale flesh to his gaze. With each inch, his cock throbbed harder, aching to fill her. But not yet.
Upper thighs exposed, he licked his lips. Soon, soon he'd get up close and personal with the downy covered pussy that had teased him moments ago. He'd lick and nip her labia, tongue searching for her tiny clit, and he'd suck and lick her so good. Make her come so hard for him.
On edge, he didn't dare touch her skin for fear of losing the thread of control he still held. "What's the problem, Lyssa? No more till you tell me."
He ignored her growl and baring of her teeth.
"Lyssa," he warned. Two could play at that game.
She whimpered and closed her mouth, forming a small moue. "I'm not…not thin and tiny and perfect," she grumbled.
He shook his head. "Baby, you are perfect for me. Why do you think I've put up with your ass for so long, waited for you to get a clue and decide that it was time to settle down? Hmm?" He snipped again, and finally caught a glimpse of the short, dark hair covering her mound.
Lyssa squeezed her legs together, wiggling as he stared at her, accentuating the shadow at the juncture of her thighs.
Damn. He took a moment to look her over again. Starting at her feet, tiny, red painted toes waved at him while he drank in her appearance. He legs were shapely, curved and plump, yet strong. Oh, he knew how strong. He couldn't wait to feel her thighs wrapped around his waist while he made love to her, sank his cock deep into her heat.
Another snip revealed the soft rounded mound of her lower stomach, her pooch as she called it when complaining about her appearance. He bent forward and kissed that pooch just below her belly button. "Beautiful."
Again he snipped. Once, then twice, revealing the full flare of her wide hips and the inward dip of her waist. Smooth white skin glowed in the dark room, illuminated only by the bathroom light. Had he not already been on his knees, he would have fallen to them instantly at the sight of Lyssa bare from the waist down…for him.
Another opening and closing of the scissors revealed more to him. Her stomach, slightly rounded, which led to her rib cage and just above…her breasts, encased in lace. All the while she remained mostly silent, whimpering, but unmoving as he cut away her clothing. Until he lifted the center of her bra and slipped the lace between the blades.
"What? No." She growled. "No cutting of the Victoria's Secret." Her blue eyes flashed bright white in a warning and he smiled wider.
"I want you naked and I'm not about to release those claws to get you there." He eased the blades closer together and she curled her body down, wiggling and writhing.
"No," she argued. "Do you know how much this bra cost?"
He arched a brow. "How much? More than the greatest orgasm of your life?" Cause he'd give that to her, no question.
"Cocky bastard."
He shook his hips, dick bobbing. "Yes, I am."
Her canines distended and she snapped at him, clawed hands reaching and grabbing for his arms. "I am going to rip you apart."
Yup, the cuffs had been a really good idea. He closed the scissors fully, severing the center of her bra and granting him access to her breasts. "Not if I keep you cuffed for a while."
He winked, goading her. "Just until I take the edge off."
Dress completely split from top to bottom and bra severed, he brushed the fabric aside and looked his fill. God, he couldn't wait to get his mouth on her breasts, lick and taste every inch of her plush body.
He didn't wait.
As she growled and writhed beneath him, he brushed soft kisses across the mounds of her breasts.
"Caleb." She growled his name.
He laved the valley of her breasts, silken skin rippling while he slid his tongue across her exposed flesh. "Just getting acquainted, Lyssa. Shhh…" He circled her nipple, round and round the hard nub until she arched her back, pressing it toward his mouth. He could sense the change just beneath her skin, reminding him that she shared her body with a wolf. His woman may look like a sweet as pie female on the outside, but he knew from experience that the gentle exterior hid the animal within.
He suckled her nipple, drawing the bud into his mouth with long, hard sucks. Her breath hitched and she let it out with a moan, falling boneless beneath him. That's all he needed to do. Keep her, and her wolf, satisfied and the beast would remain buried within. Damn, if the pack books hadn't been telling the truth.
Her legs shifted, opening slightly, and he took the movement as an invitation. He couldn't wait
to taste her, feel her, fulfill her every want and desire. He wanted to taste and revel in her orgasm. Fuck. He hoped he could give her one.
Nothing more than a little performance anxiety to bring a guy back to reality.
He licked and suckled her left breast before shifting to her right, offering that needy nubbin the same treatment. The chain of her cuffs gave her just enough slack to skim his hair with her elongated nails. He couldn't wait to feel them scratching his back as they made love, marking him as hers.
Caleb lifted his mouth from her flesh, blowing a breath over her nipple and smiling when it hardened further.
"Caleb." She moaned his name and his dick pulsed.
"Yeah, baby?"
"Please." She whimpered, eyes squeezed shut.
He shifted over her, nudging her legs apart so he could kneel between them. This new position opened her damp pussy to his gaze and his mouth watered at the abundance of cream soaking her mound.
He stroked her lower lips, the heated juices nearly burning his skin. Up and down, he slid his finger, growing accustomed to her heat and studying her body's reaction to his touch. Her skin rippled with each pass, showing him how little control she had left.
"Please what, baby? Tell me." He wanted the words. Had to have them before he'd go further.
"Fuck me. Love me. God." She gasped when he dipped his finger between her lower lips, exploring her. "Make me come." The last word was a growl, her crystal eyes shining a bright white in the darkness. The wolf had come out to play and damned if he wasn't a twisted fucker who liked it. Loved it.
"Open your legs, pup." She lunged and snapped at him, teeth catching air, but she did as he demanded, thighs widening enough to let him lie between them.
He crouched down and lay on his stomach, placing his face inches from her pussy. The musky fragrance of her arousal overwhelmed him, showing him exactly how much she desired him…her mate. Love filled his heart at the proof of her human and wolf's need for him.
With a growl, followed by a whimper, Lyssa opened her legs further and begged him. The woman who never asked for anything, begged him. "Please, now, Caleb. Can't hold the bitch back much longer."
He chuckled and leaned forward, burying his nose in the closely cropped hair protecting the tenderest part of her.
He inhaled the sweet, deep scent, committing this first moment of intimate contact to memory. She rocked her hips against his face and he chuckled, pulling back and breaking contact.
"Stay still, baby and I'll give you what you want."
She stilled. Ah, the sexual power he held had its appeal, but he knew it'd disappear just as soon as they got over this first mating. Then, she'd hold just as much control as he did at this moment. He wouldn't be able to resist her, had barely resisted her for so long.
He eased forward again, eyes trained on hers, tongue extended and sifted through her lower lips to stroke the juice slickened flesh. Her taste exploded on his tongue, spicy and sweet. He moaned against her mound and delved deeper for more. He lapped her inner labia, licking her clean and searching for the source of her essence. With the help of his fingers, he spread her labia, exposing her secrets to his gaze.
Caleb zeroed in on her clit, the blood engorged nubbin' begging for attention. He flicked it once with his tongue and she cried out, rocking against his mouth, hissing between her teeth. He did it again, loving the response he could drag from her, reveling in the pleasure he gave Lyssa. He wrapped his lips around her clit and circled it with his tongue. Round and around, he traced the small bit of nerve filled flesh. Prize claimed, he released her lower lips and slipped a finger into her dripping pussy, sliding easily into her heat.
Her cunt clasped his finger, pulsing around his invasion in rhythmic ripples in time with his tongue's teasing. He stroked the walls of her pussy, searching for the internal bundle of nerves. She arched against his mouth, cunt squeezing his finger. Hard. And…he had found it.
He increased his pace, sucking and flicking faster and faster, stroking her G-spot, inches within her core. Again and again he flicked and fucked her tight pussy, his cock throbbing in time with the pulsing of her core. Fuck, he wanted to be in her—with her as she came. But that would come…later.
"Caleb." She gasped and tensed. Her climax was near.
He didn't slow, didn't give her a chance to catch her breath or fight back her release. He needed this almost as much as she did. Faster he worked, gauging her response to him, smiling internally with every moan, gasp and groan that left her lips. She rocked in time with him and he upped his tempo once again. Tiny mewls of wanting and need escaped her as she drew closer to the edge. He could feel her climax building, rippling, dancing beneath her skin. Eyes glowing, fangs bared as she cried out, her pussy clamped down on his finger, body bowed and stretched taut, inches from the mattress as she howled out with her release. Growling, screaming, coming with his name on her lips…and soon, he'd do the same.
*
Before the last tremor sang through her body, Lyssa yanked at her bindings, fighting the silver and steel of the cuffs and the iron of the headboard. The woman was satisfied, but the wolf craved more. Much more. Needing, wanting, craving his touch, she pulled again, the distinct sound of metal grinding against metal echoing and melding with her harsh pants.
Caleb slid his finger free of her pussy and a new wave of need washed through her. Fast and hard, it overwhelmed her senses, the wolf demanding she take her mate.
She pulled on the silver and steel, the tell-tale groan and grating of metal met her ears. "Caleb."
He crawled up her body, hips centered over hers, cock searing her still-throbbing pussy, aching for more.
"Shhh…" He brushed the hair from her face and she bit his wrist, forcing his continued touch. "Easy, easy Lyss. I'm going to give you what you want."
She whimpered. Did he know? Did he understand what she needed right now? She needed so bad, wanted like she'd never wanted before. Her body called out and sang for his…only his. She laved his wrist with gentle strokes, releasing her hold when she realized he wouldn't pull away. He covered her from chest to toes with his body, sheltering and restraining her at once.
"Caleb," she whispered against his wrist, testing the rapid pulse pounding beneath the skin, savoring the salty tang of his sweat combined with the musk of her heat. "Caleb. Want."
"I know. Can you keep it under control if I let you go? Hmm… Big bad wolf take it easy on me this first time, Lyssa?" He nuzzled her neck, nipping and licking the skin below her ear, driving her wild with the urge to slam him on his back and take what she wanted.
"Caleb." She growled low, sound reverberating through her chest. The man just laughed. Laughed! At her! She scraped her fangs on his wrist, biting hard enough to bruise, but not draw blood. A hiss escaped his mouth, but he didn't yank his arm free and pull back. He remained perfectly still. Well, most of him did. His cock, hard and weeping, pulsed against her mound as if screaming "yes!"
"Easy, Lyssa." He reached past her with his free hand and she heard a soft click and snick of the locking mechanism releasing. First her left wrist was free, followed by the second.
In one bold move, she flipped their positions, power and strength of her wolf coursing through her veins at a break-neck speed. Caleb landed beneath her with a grunt, but didn't fight or resist. He lay passive beneath her while she looked and felt her fill. Strong, solid muscle rippled and bunched beneath her. She settled her hips on top of his, his erect cock nestled between the cheeks of her ass while she focused on his upper half.
The wide shoulders she'd admired earlier flexed beneath her gaze, pecs dancing as she watched. He stroked her outer thighs while she ran her hands over his chest, learning every curve. Claws distended, she traced the dips and lines of his abdomen, counting his muscles, wolf ensuring he was a worthy mate. And she did not find him lacking.
With one shallow swipe, she abraded the skin of his chest and stomach, marking him with superficial wounds, reminding him who he'd
belong to after tonight. Instead of cowering, he moaned, mouth open with panting breath. "Yes," he hissed.
The tiniest droplets of blood formed in the wake of her claws and she stroked the wounds with her palms, easing the ache she'd caused. Forward and back she shifted, to reach each raised welt and scratch. But also, to tease him, taunt him of what was to come. His cock, solid and bobbing behind her, stroked along the crease of her ass with every venture up his body. Again she shifted, petting her wounded man.
She circled his nipple with her claw, round and round with the extension of her finger. One wrong flick and he'd lose the nub. "Are you ready, Caleb? No going back once it's done."
The first instance of unease, unworthiness, crept through her and the wolf banished the thought before it could bear fruit. Now, it demanded. It didn't want to ask, but to take what belonged and her human heart couldn't find much fault in the logic.
"Want you, Lyssa. Always have. Now, take me, work the edge off. Then I can love you right." He rocked his hips, sending his cock sliding along her ass, searing and burning her with the heat of his arousal.
Yes.
She slipped forward and his cock effortlessly slid into place. In one slow, seemingly endless motion, she lowered her pussy onto his cock, taking his shaft deep into herself.
Inch by inch, he filled and stretched her pussy, completing her like no other lover. She shifted and sank until her mound rested on his pelvis, skin to skin with nothing in between them.
"Yes," she hissed. "So good."
"Tight," he responded. "So fucking tight."
She dug her nails into his pecs, using him as her anchor while she started a slow, sinuous glide up and down his cock.
It started as a slow, rolling rise, a few inches out and then immediately back in again to fill her. Having him connected, buried inside her cunt, she felt complete for the first time. Her wolf howled in agreement.
"Come on, baby. Love me right," Caleb urged her, fingers gripping and digging into the flesh of her hips.
She eased her grip and bent forward, lips barely touching his, a mere breath separating them. "Make me."
