Max watched the beautiful woman fucking his hand, her ass pushing back and forward, her juices coating his skin. The wolf growled and that freaky red haze threatened his vision. He pushed it aside, fighting his wolf for control.
After a moment, he caged the beast but knew he couldn’t relax. He commanded, drawing on the dominant side of his nature.
“No, Amanda. You mustn’t come. Not until I give you permission.” He felt her tense. He could tell from his threat of punishment that she was new to bondage play but the arousal that flushed her skin told him she’d just been waiting for the right lover.
If he could stay in control long enough to give her what she needed. He reached down and thumped his cock, trying to get the thing to back off long enough for him to enjoy her.
He dragged his hand away from her pussy and patted her ass, resisting the urge to turn it pink. “Climb up, lie on your back and grab the headboard. Don’t move until I tell you to.”
She looked over her shoulder, meeting his gaze. Her lips trembled but she smiled, her eyes glittering with false bravado.
“Do I have to call you ‘Master’ as well?” The question came out husky and low. Her sex voice.
“No,” he murmured, running his hand up her soft thighs, over her hips, cupping her breast. “Sir will do just fine.”
She giggled—a sound more natural, her fear easing. “Sir? How Catholic-schoolgirl fantasy.”
The image of Mandy in a school uniform, short skirt, tight shirt à la Britney Spears made Max’s cock strain the seams of his jeans.
“Get on the bed, Amanda.”
She fluttered her eyelashes at him. “Yes, sir.”
He struggled between smiling as her confidence returned and punishing her for her insolence. He decided the punishment would wait for later.
He stepped back and she pushed herself, climbing onto the high mattress. She hesitated only a moment before turning onto her back and reaching up, stretching her body long as she grabbed the headboard.
The sight of her lush body displayed before him pushed the wolf to his limits. He lowered his eyes fearing they might reveal how close he was to a shift. A roar pounded inside his head and his teeth stretched long. Damn, this wasn’t just the normal desires of the wolf. It was like his were—that third, uncontrollable personality male werewolves possessed—was trying to get free. His were side had never appeared before but based on his brother’s description, the beast was close to the surface.
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Fuck, he was going to smack Jackson when he found him. She was a sexual, sensual woman who should never have a doubt she was the most erotic thing in the room.
“Spread your legs, baby.”
The hesitancy in her gaze stabbed at his heart but he didn’t let it show. He straightened and the Alpha animal in him came out.
“Spread your legs. I want to see your pretty cunt.”
A shiver moved through her body and the tips of her breasts grew even tighter.
Yes, perfect. Her body was taking control. The hunger and desire returned. She took a deep breath and slowly separated her knees, her feet digging into the mattress. She was fighting the urge to hide—Max could accept that. It was a vulnerable position. But he wouldn’t let her conceal that sweet flesh.
“A little wider. I want to see every inch of you.”
A whimper broke from her lips and she tipped her knees farther out. The blush on her cheeks painted down to her chest, giving her breasts a delicious rosy tone.
Too hot, he stripped off his shirt and dropped it on the floor. Her eyes flashed as she stared.
He stretched forward and traced his finger up the slick line of her slit. Liquid fire sank into his skin and he couldn’t stop the groan. Knowing she watched, and wanting her taste to linger in his mouth, he raised his hand to his lips and licked her pussy juices from his finger.
Her fingers tightened around the slats of the headboard as she stared, her breasts rising and falling in shallow pants.
“You taste so good when you come, baby.”
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Max stared down at Mandy, watching the tension pull on her muscles, her eyes locked on his lips as if she was remembering again how it felt to have his mouth on her.
She struggled to hold still. The fake confidence had faded and the insecurity returned but so had the need.
She squirmed, rolling her hips upward, as if begging for his cock. Her breasts swayed as she arched her back, straining, offering herself.
The dangerous red haze left the edges of his vision and covered his mind even as his body moved. He felt himself climb onto the bed and rip open the zipper of his jeans.
Not taking time to strip off the tight material, he pulled out his cock, the shaft hard and straining. It was like he was a rider in his own mind. Everything shimmered with a red tinge—not the black and white of the wolf, he was familiar with that. His heart pounded as he struggled to regain control but the were was too strong.
Max looked down. The thick tip of his cock was at her entrance, his fist wrapped around the hard shaft, guiding it into her cunt. Alarms screamed in his head but he couldn’t stop. The noise faded as he pushed the round head into her passage. Heat surrounded him, drawing him in.
The wolf howled adding its voice to the sounds in his brain at the sight of his cock sliding into her pussy. Max snapped his teeth together to contain the violent snarl. She was tight, squeezing his dick as he barely inserted the tip in her. The urge to drive into her, plow through that silky tight flesh, pounded at the back of his skull but Max pushed it back. That bit of sanity remained. He couldn’t hurt her. He gripped her hips, holding her in place. The subtle pulses of her body, arching and retreating, silently begging for his penetration were too tempting.
His mind battled for control, making it impossible to expend the energy to speak.
Unable to even command her to remain still, he pushed his cock forward, sliding deeper. Lush heat poured through his skin, burning him with a powerful fire. He wanted to immerse himself in that flame, lock himself deep in the warmth until he was part of the blaze.
“Please,” she begged, her voice low and breathless. She accompanied the delicate plea with a slow pump of her hips, fighting his hold, moving him deeper. As he sank another inch into her, she gasped and Max felt his teeth stretch long. A distant portion of his mind warned him to at least close his lips, to hide the change that threatened. It was the same voice that warned him not to fuck this woman but there was no way that was going to happen. He had to have her. Needed to spill his cum inside her, sink his teeth into her flesh and pour his seed down her throat. Every way that he could mark her and claim her, he would do.
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A slow awareness filled his brain as he pushed his cock deeper, almost there. The heat squeezing his dick was unlike anything he’d experienced. Hotter, more connected.
The reality struck her as he buried to the hilt in her pussy.
He was naked inside her. Panic and joy clashed in his brain. He couldn’t come inside her but he couldn’t find the strength to pull away from the sweet grip of her cunt.
Years of lectures from his father and older brother bounced around his head. If he came inside her, she would be bound to him. His heart swelled at the thought but sanity prevailed. He couldn’t do that to her, not without telling her what would happen.
Finding strength he didn’t know he had, he inched his hips back. The wolf screamed, throwing itself against the restraints Max placed around it. The brutal noise rattled his brain but Max forced himself to retreat, dragging his cock from her passage.
His determination worked on the red haze overpowering his human side driving it back until once again he maintained a tenuous control. He pulled completely out, hating the loss of her warmth.
Mandy’s gasp and soft “no” only added to his pain.
“Condom,” he snarled, barely able to make his lips form the word. His teeth hurt and he clamped his lips down, hoping to hide the fact that he was moments away from changing. Forcing every bit of mental power he had into his hands, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the condom he’d shoved in there, taken from Jax’s stash. Not that he’d intended to fuck anyone when he’d left the house tonight but he liked to be prepared. His fingers shook as he ripped open the package. Desperate sounds rippled from Mandy’s throat. The hunger in the noises grabbed his attention and he looked at her body, flushed and straining. The slick liquid glittered around her cunt, captivating him. Hours. He could spend hours with his face buried between her thighs, licking and tasting, her sweet thick cream coating his tongue.
But his cock demanded the satisfaction it had been denied all night.
He slid the thin sheath over his cock, fighting the wolf and the were the whole time.
Damn, this didn’t make sense. Yes, his wolf liked sex, even demanded it on occasion, but never had Max had to fight the animal to allow him to wear a condom. He barely managed to roll the damn thing up his dick before the wolf broke through. Max felt it, his vision turning black and white, the claws popping out of the ends of his fingers.
Max ground his teeth together, holding the wolf back. The animal retreated but refused to be locked away, never quite leaving the front of his brain.
He grabbed Mandy’s hips and positioned her on the tip of his cock, pausing only a heartbeat, hoping to give her some warning before he slammed into her. Her cry shattered the quiet and shocked the wolf. The animal wanted to fuck her, hard, but he wouldn’t hurt her. Couldn’t hurt her.
“Mandy?” Max managed to ask, his mouth and tongue more wolf than human making words a challenge.
“Don’t stop,” she moaned, arching her hips up, grinding her cunt onto his dick. The wolf in his head howled and Max had to fight the same noise coming from his throat.
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This was it. This was where he was supposed to be. This was the pussy he was supposed to fuck. Mine. The word pulsed through his brain, planting itself in his subconscious, digging its hooks into his soul.
Somehow it wasn’t as painful as it should have been. Maybe being inside Mandy’s hot tight pussy had something to do with easing any fear his possession might have caused.
She squirmed again and Max knew he couldn’t remain still. This wasn’t going to last long. Groaning at even the brief loss of her heat, he pulled back until only the tip of his cock was inside her. He looked down, watching his dick poised at her entrance and couldn’t look away as he pushed back in, her body easing just enough to grip him, take him.
Mandy shivered as he sank into her.
“That’s it, honey. God, you feel so good. So hot.” He retreated again, hoping she was close. The restraint of even these two slow thrusts were driving him crazy.
“Fuck me,” she whispered, her voice low and commanding.
The Dom inside him wouldn’t let her get away with ordering him. Not in bed. He stopped, his cock halfway in, his thighs practically shaking with the need to thrust.
“No, Amanda.” It was so easy to slip in to dominant mode with her. She responded so beautifully. Her body tightened and shifted, trying to slide him deeper but the iron grip he had on her hips wouldn’t let her.
“Please…sir.”
His eyes burned. And he realized he could see color again. Her pretty breasts were flushed, the tips tight and straining for relief. He reached up and circled one nipple with his fingertip. Her pussy quivered around him and she groaned.
“Very good, Amanda.” He nudged a little of his cock deeper in and then retreated, holding himself back. “Is that what you want, honey? Do you want my cock?” He gave another teasing stroke.
She strained, pushing back on her shoulders, her hips fighting to move.
“Yes, sir. Please.”
The wolf howled. Knowing what would soothe the beast, he drew back and thrust forward, filling her in one hard stroke. It probably would have been too much if she hadn’t been so wet, so hungry for his cock. She cried out as her pussy eased to let him inside. The bite of her fingernails into his skin burned, sending spikes of pleasure into his groin.
Unable to control the need to fuck, he pulled back and sank into her again. Perfect.
Her passage tightened around him, holding him as he rode her, trying to slow his thrusts but she wouldn’t let him.
She planted her heels into the mattress and punched her hips up, matching his downward thrusts. The silky glide of her skin teased his hips as she squeezed him, her knees pressing in. Holding him like she couldn’t bear the thought of him not inside her.
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His wolf howled, furious at the thin latex layer that separated them, wanting to come inside her and fill her, mark her with his scent. Max felt his body slip from his command and his hips pounded forward, driving into her hard. Her cries ricocheted through the room and he tried to stop, tried to slow his thrusts but he couldn’t, the need to feel her come around his cock, to pour himself inside her was too strong. He pressed up high, barely conscious enough to guide his thrusts against her clit.
Shivers rippled across her skin, light and hot. Max felt them as if they moved through his own body. He pumped into her again and felt her pussy tighten seconds before she screamed, her nails digging into his arms. The tiny spikes of pain made his dick even harder. He roared and felt his mind go. He drove himself into her, the desperate need to come streaking down his spine. His balls drew up and he shouted, heat ripping through his core and he came.
The red haze in his brain bloomed bright crimson as he worked his cock in her pussy, riding out his orgasm, draining every bit of cum. He sagged forward, catching himself so he didn’t crush her but needing the warmth of her skin, the touch.
Satisfaction surged through his chest but it lasted only seconds before the wolf took up his howl. Max closed his eyes and concentrated, locking the cage door, strengthening the bars that held the beast. The wolf lunged at the cage he built, throwing itself against the bars.
He closed his eyes and listened to his heart beat. His climax hadn’t eased any of the strain. He was hard, claws still marked the ends of his fingers and his teeth pressed against his lips. He needed distance. Needed to get away from Mandy. Long enough to calm the creatures fighting for dominance in his brain.
Max eased his cock out of her and rolled away. His feet hit the floor and he all but ran to the bathroom.
“Jackson?”
His brother’s name magnified the wolf’s fury and the beast growled, the noise so loud it vibrated Max’s skull.
“Just let me clean up, honey.” He hoped she heard him. He couldn’t distinguish sounds, couldn’t block out the wolf. He slammed the bathroom door shut and leaned against it, forcing air into his lungs. He looked in the mirror. He hadn’t made the change but he didn’t look quite human either. His irises were glowing red and the front of his jaw was pushed out to accommodate the long canines.
He got rid of the condom, pulled up his jeans and splashed water on his face as he washed his hands. He didn’t understand it. He’d fucked Mandy, the wolf had gotten what it wanted. What was the problem? Guilt tried to insert itself into his brain but the wolf silenced the annoying emotion. He’d deal with the human fact of having fucked his brother’s woman once he was back in control.
He took a deep breath, the scent of Mandy on his skin calming the wolf enough that Max could think. Closing his eyes for a moment, he just breathed, letting the oxygen fill his body. The return to human came slow. His teeth retracted and a quick glance in the 51
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He leaned against the counter and flipped through the scene in his brain. Revelation struck. The wolf wanted more than Mandy’s scent. He wanted to smell Max—Max’s seed—on her, inside her. Marking her. He’d recognized the need when he’d been fucking her but why was the wolf so determined to come inside her?
Max groaned. This isn’t good. He needed to get out of here. Bad enough that he’d fucked his brother’s fiancée, even worse if he was to mark her, claim her.
Fucking her had been unforgivable. Claiming her would be suicidal.
He would walk out, grab his shirt and get the hell out of there. It was a coward’s retreat but he didn’t have the courage to face her. Not now.
Once he was away from her temptation, he had to find his brother and start the long painful process of apologizing. Maybe if he apologized over the phone, by the time they met face-to-face, Jax’s anger would have subsided a bit.
Or the distance could give Jax time to plan the most painful way of killing his twin brother.
Right. Shirt, escape, apologize. He shook his head and tried to imagine Mandy’s reaction when he walked back into the bedroom and left. He rarely lingered after sex—
even with Dani, he didn’t sleep over—but bolting from the bed moments after he’d come was beyond tacky.
But never had a woman affected him like Mandy.
Nodding at himself in the mirror to give himself that extra jab of confidence, he grabbed the doorknob and cranked it. He stepped into bedroom, his eyes immediately landing on his shirt lying in a pile at the foot of the bed.
He would have made it. He liked to tell himself he would have made it out if he hadn’t looked up. Hadn’t seen Mandy, lying on the bed, her body partially shielded by the sheet, her arms and legs rounded and soft. He let his gaze trail up her body. Her breasts were covered. His lips pulled back in a snarl. Those pretty tits belonged to him.
He lifted his eyes to meet hers. She blinked, modesty battling with obedience for just a moment. As if she could read his mind, she pulled the sheet back. He hummed his approval. Her nipples pulled up into tight peaks, begging for his mouth.
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