by Tigris Eden
Another moan escaped. Her consent.
“Give me the words, beauty. I need to hear you say yes.”
“Yessss.” The word came out like a hiss. The same sound fire makes when doused in water after burning late into the night. He planned to do more than calm her flames. He wanted her on fire, so intoxicated with lust that all she could do was accept what he had to give her. Blue moved his other hand behind the waistband of her pants. Seeking fingers found her soaked. His body trembled at her response. The feel of warm, wet flesh made his dick strain against his pants. Blood rushed hot and thick in his veins. Any coherent thought Blue had quickly left. Get your shit under control. Parting her folds with ease, he inserted a finger into her heat. A quiet, pained sound escaped as his finger lightly massaged the inside of her walls. Olivia spread her legs wider and her breath hitched. He knew she wanted more, and he would see to it. He’d give in abundance. He couldn’t wait to see her bound in his rope. Her body would willingly submit, that much Blue knew. It was her mind that would cause most of her hang-ups. He needed to go slow. Introduce her to the way he liked to play in stages. She’d been right when she said they didn’t know enough about each other, but he planned to change that.
“Olivia.” Blue pinched her clit lightly to get her attention.
“Yes,” she breathed.
Blue kissed the side of her neck and then her left shoulder before he pulled her deeper into their moment. “I’m going to undress you. After I’ve done that, I want you to walk over to the bed and sit. Can you do that for me?”
He inserted a second finger and stretched her. Again, she made the pained sound before she swiveled her hips and grabbed onto his thighs as she rose higher on her toes. She nodded her head while making little noises of need.
“Give me the words, Olivia.”
“Yes. Clothes. Sit on the bed.”
“Good girl. I’ll reward you for your obedience.”
Blue slid his fingers in and out of her pussy until her honey coated her thighs. He wouldn’t taste her. Not yet. He knew if he did, everything he planned would be fucked. Quickly, he undressed her, cataloguing every curve and texture of her body. Olivia was a sonnet. Words he never thought to think about a woman came to mind. Exotic. Lush. Sweet. Sassy. She was all those things and so much more.
He watched as Olivia walked on unsteady legs to the bed where she sat. He couldn’t think straight. Focus. She had no idea how much power she held over him. In his head, he composed words of worship that fit the delicious description of her body. The column of her throat—a place of power holding her life’s blood. The golden valley of her breasts was his to feast on and adorn with lovely ornaments. Jewels, pearls, and most importantly, a torque of her own, letting others know that she was his.
Blue removed his shirt and his shoes. Sadly, there was no rope in the cabins. A pity really, but he’d soon have her just the way he wanted her. For now, he would improvise.
Olivia watched wide-eyed as Blue prowled closer. His chest was massive and impressive. His entire form was perfectly proportioned. If he truly were born over a millennium ago, he’d been honed for battle. As if his body spoke to hers, his scars presented themselves. One on the underside of his arm, another peeking out from the waistband of his jeans. She was never one to go for the fairer type. She liked her men tall and dark. But Blue was a mixture of darkness and light.
The brightness of his eyes darkened with lust as he approached. Olivia had to remind herself of her lust-drunk promise. Her nose flared, and she caught the scent of man. Strong male. Someone who didn’t bend to anyone’s will. She could see why he was a lone wolf. You can do this. She never went back on her word. But as her heart pounded in her chest and the energy of their connection strengthened, she realized she was apprehensive as well as excited.
Blue pulled in a deep breath. “You’re skittish, but still want to see this through.” That he recognized her hesitation, endeared her to him more. He cupped her cheek, and she got lost in his fathomless blue eyes. They glowed with such intensity and warmth. She sucked in a deep breath. At his touch, Olivia was filled with heated energy. It tingled up her arm as his fingers trailed sensuously down her skin. “Lie back, beautiful. I promised to reward you.”
Olivia would have pegged Blue for a talker. Instead, he spread her legs wide using the width of his shoulders and buried his face between her thighs. There was no work up, no introduction to the pleasure he intended to inflict. Just action. The flat of his tongue swiped from bottom to top, repeatedly and thoroughly. He hit her clit at just the right angle, alternating between licking and sucking. He feasted on her pussy as if he was starved for her taste. The movement of his tongue was slow and deliberate. Blue treated her pussy like a fine dessert, not a free-for-all buffet. As if he savored every lick. He applied the perfect amount of pressure while taking care not to give her too much stimulation.
Slowly, he led her over the edge, making sure not to push her too aggressively, rather gently coaxing her over into an almost tranquil state. Her thighs tightened, and as she floated down into the moment, Blue started again. This time, his appetite was voracious. Growls and grunts accompanied his actions, and when his fingers pushed deep, Olivia cried out.
“There she is,” Blue crooned.
She was there, all right, right back where she’d started. At the top of a cliff. Only this time, she was shoved off into the deep end. Her second orgasm hit her harder and faster than the first, jarring her right out of reality. Olivia’s fingers gripped the sheets, and her hips felt like jelly. Her entire frame shook, and she would have screamed the roof down, but she was robbed of her breath.
Tears leaked down the sides of her face as her body adjusted to the onslaught of emotions. She didn’t have a proper outlet for release, and as if Blue understood what she needed, he lifted her gently off the mattress and cradled her in his arms.
“Beautiful girl. You did so well. So good. But I’m not finished yet.”
He’s not?
Blue laid her back on the bed and stepped out of his jeans. Any other woman—and she knew this to be fact—would have fled at the sight of his penis. She’d looked…and looked…and even still she was amazed. No, breathless. She’d felt the hot, hard length of his cock before. But to know that he planned to use it on her, well, it would be a very trying obstacle. She was already wet and swollen from the attention his mouth had given her. But looking at his shaft now as he grabbed it and stroked himself from root to tip, gave her moment’s pause. The tip already moist with his need, Olivia almost said no. Almost. The angle of his erection was symmetric to the rest of him. Not a curve or even a slight bend, but thick and heavy, and pointed straight at her.
“Lie back and spread your legs wide, I want you to place them in the crooks of your arms and hold them there. Don’t move.”
“But what if I want to touch you?” Olivia asked shyly. And she did, she realized. Wanted to touch him with a desperation that scared her.
“You promised,” he growled. Gripping the length of his cock, he pushed in and out of his hand. She watched, dazed. “Don’t make me repeat myself, Olivia.”
Right.
Legs spread wide, she held them up by her arms.
She was open in the position he’d requested. She didn’t know if he liked what he saw, but he seemed interested.
“You look like a ripe peach open like this. Your lips are a deep, golden red color, soft but firm. But as I look deeper, I can see the red-pink flesh of your center,” Blue groaned. “And your taste…it far surpassed ambrosia. Just like I knew it would. I was gentle with you in the beginning, getting you used to my touch, my mouth. Now, I’d like to introduce you to the kind of experience that only a wolf and his mate can have. Pure bliss, Olivia. That’s what I offer. Unfiltered in every way.”
The bed dipped and creaked under Blue’s weight, the sheets beneath made a swish noise as he got onto the mattress. His knees hit the backs of her thighs as he scooted closer. Olivia pulled in her breath
when she felt the thick head of his cock enter her. Inch by inch, he slid in until he was rooted deep. Her pussy stretched to accommodate his size. She wasn’t ready for this, nor was she prepared for the intense emotions seeping into her soul. Slowly, Blue slid out, pulling back until the tip of his dick rested once again at her opening. Her body went into panic mode momentarily at the loss of him. But then, Blue shoved back in. She went boneless when he rooted deep. Olivia made a small sound, but it was quickly swallowed when Blue started to move with fervor. Her pulse jumped, and her body overheated as their bodies slid back and forth causing unimaginable friction. She felt him everywhere. Energy flowed seamlessly back and forth between them. Neither sated, both wanted more of what the other had to offer. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Olivia realized she was having sex with a werewolf. An actual beast. But none of that mattered. What mattered was their connection. She always thought it cliché when she heard her friends say, ‘I didn’t know where he or I began’. She understood what they meant, but doubted they’d ever experience what Blue and she had. Two separate spirits, joined not just with body but, mind, heart, and soul. They communicated on an entirely different level. It didn’t matter to her when or where Blue came from, what mattered was everything that would happen after. No one would recover from the type of devastation she imagined. She wouldn’t even think of it. What the hell is wrong with me. Her mind struggled with her new-found reality, but Olivia’s body was in complete and total submission under Blue’s mastery thrusts.
The light from the moon cast an ominous glow on their bed as Blue rocked into her. She could only imagine what the muscles in his back felt like. All that power gliding into her repeatedly until they both tired from the overuse of their bodies. He covered her completely and held all the control. Control, Olivia gave up willingly. She couldn’t move her hands, and she wanted to. In this position, he was deep, almost too deep. There was a slight twinge of pain, but it was quickly followed up by an intense feeling of pleasure as he stroked the inside of her walls. Every single nerve ending in her body was alive. Her senses struggled while at the same time she was hyperaware of every single minute detail. The hairs on his arms and legs, and the way they felt like a lover’s caress. The strength in his body as he used hers. The heat of his breath as cascaded over her face and neck. She couldn’t have dreamt of a better experience. Her lungs struggled for air as she tried to keep pace.
Olivia was swallowed by the muscular expanse of his arms, hell, his entire body, as he moved over her. Blue was vocal in his needs, his murmurs of appreciation and the way the muscles stood rigid against his skin as he paid homage to her body. She’d never had a man offer up so much pleasure freely. With others, it was always tit for tat. Someone keeping score. But it didn’t seem that way with Blue. He immersed himself in her pleasure.
“Olivia,” Blue called. His voice sounded far away. It was almost as if she’d floated away and was no longer in range. In a place where sensation ruled, she existed only for his touch. The feeling of his hips as he slapped against her flesh. The strength of his arms as he held her steady. That was some of what she could recall in her current state. “Olivia, love, look at me.” Blue’s voice tethered her to their act. Brought her back, and before she had a chance to fully acknowledge him, the grinding of his hips tossed her over the edge again. Tossed her body into an emotional pit of sweet agony. As she fell, she found a way to respond to his request, and as the two of them locked eyes, she fell even deeper—harder than she ever had before.
What the hell has he done to me? Who is this man?
Blue’s eyes followed her into the abyss. A place of warmth. A place where there were no boundaries, only acceptance. The experience was so surreal, Olivia hardly understood what had happened to her, but in the distance, she could hear his voice calling out to her, coaxing her back into a state of semi-consciousness.
“Baby, are you with me?”
No, I’m being consumed by waves. Huge swells that rolled and crashed into her, leaving her no room to breathe. But something was happening, bringing her closer and closer to her end but also her beginning. She could hear Blue clearly as he roared his release. It was long, loud, and powerful as he turned, twisting to the side and taking her with him. Together, they reached their end. No, their beginning. The beginning of something more.
I’m so fucked.
She was, but there was nothing she could do about it now. Her body could barely move, and her arms were tired, too tired to fight the wolf who currently held her in his arms and whispered words of devotion and care. She was leaving in the morning, but she couldn’t even focus on that. Somehow, she’d been bewitched, played.
Olivia couldn’t fight her feeling. And as her eyes closed, and her body relaxed, she decided she didn’t want to. She’d ride the rollercoaster and see where it led her.
“Will it always be like this?”
“Like what?” Blue asked against the shell of her ear.
“Me pushing your buttons, and you pushing mine?” Even she could admit they argued.
“Don’t see it as a problem, beautiful. Look where it got us,” Blue pointed out, slowly pulling her tighter into his arms. She wanted to be stubborn, but Blue holding her was comforting.
“Blue, we can’t solve our problems with sex. That’s not how relationships work.” She peered up at him, ensnared by his crystal-clear eyes. He watched her intently.
“I disagree. We’ve already accomplished so much. You just said, ‘we’ and referred to our situation as a ‘relationship.’ Deny it all you want, but you already see yourself with me.”
Blue pulled her even tighter into his embrace before kissing her forehead gently. Reverently. He was an enigma. Unlike others, he was refined, cultured. But could be crass when he wanted. Victor and Nerina didn’t care about opulence or manners, whereas Blue came off as conceited. Almost as if he were royalty. In the bedroom, he was raw, unfiltered. But Olivia knew he’d gone easy on her. She pictured him in a five-thousand-dollar suit with the sleeves rolled up, and his tie loosened as he tossed back a finger of scotch.
“I’m not confirming or denying our status, Bödvar. I’m pointing out facts. Pros and cons.” Her voice rose out of annoyance. His smugness would get him slapped if he kept up the arrogant act. Blue rubbed a warm hand against her back in soothing circles.
“If you think you’re the only one struggling with this, you’re wrong. This is all new to me. I never imagined someone like you was out there. Didn’t let myself believe. “
“Why?”
“I’m over a thousand years old. To have found my mate in this time, in this place, under these circumstances… I’m out of my comfort zone. Women come to me, I don’t go to them.”
“I would never have guessed,” Olivia deadpanned. Blue was always so put-together.
“Beauty, you have no idea, do you?”
Olivia moved back to look up at him.
“What am I missing?”
“Everything,” he mumbled, pulling her back into the comfort of his arms. “Everything.” Blue slid his lips across her shoulder, and Olivia moaned. She couldn’t get distracted. Her main concern was returning home, not jumping body-first into a relationship with a man who could shift into a very large, black wolf. A man that saved your life.
He had saved her life.
“You’re thinking too hard,” Blue said, stroking her hair. “Sleep, beautiful one. Tomorrow is another day.”
She knew he was done talking because his breaths evened out, and his chest rose and fell deeply beneath her cheek.
Tomorrow. They’d figure it out.
Olivia was in his arms, and the overwhelming need to protect and cherish her almost had Blue cringing. He’d thought he felt this way before with Peyton, but this was much worse. If left to do what he wanted, he’d sequester Olivia away and keep her in a gilded cage. He knew the idea was wrong, but his instincts were trying to control the delicate situation. He had to remind himself, she wasn’t like his people. She
was human. Things were different in her world than they were in his.
With a groan, he realized he’d kill for her. He’d never felt that kind of need when it came to Peyton. Not even when he was trying to get back to her. If he thought long and hard, he knew it would drive him crazy. Instead, he squeezed the woman in his arms and prayed that everything would work out. Soon, the dreams would start, the Arrow calling out to the Bow. And she’d feel compelled to go after it. It wouldn’t be her fault, simply the draw of the two artifacts calling to one another. He didn’t know where the Elders had hidden the Bow, but had had an idea, and knew it was still in Alaska. Hunters hated the cold, but Roman was proving to be resilient in his quest to gain the upper hand. He’d have to get her as far away from the Bow as possible and try his best to deter her for as long as he could until they could come up with a viable plan.
“Why are you up? The sun isn’t even awake yet,” Olivia said into the hollow of his throat. Moaning, she reached up and pulled his face down to hers for a kiss.
“Someone’s in a good mood.”
“Mmmm. Out-of-this-world sex will do that to anyone.”
“Out of this world?” He chuckled.
“Far out of this world.”
He would have laughed but couldn’t because she was straddling his waist now. Her stunning hazel eyes were warm as she stared down at him.
“What are you doing, beautiful?”
She slid the slick heat of her pussy across his hardening cock and groaned. “I was thinking I’d ride you, then nap.”
It was a nice thought, and he wanted to oblige her, but they had to get going, and leaving under the cover of darkness would work to their advantage.
“Sorry, beauty, but we have to get moving. We need to slip out undetected.”
“Why?”
“Hunters are out there, and because you have the Arrow, you’ve officially become a homing beacon. Not only to the Bow but also to Hunters. Think of yourself like the biggest, brightest lightbulb. Or the North Star. All roads will point to you.”
