Breeding Call: Virgin Initiations (BDSM Erotic Romance) (Bred in Underfalls) (2 page)

Jordan opened her mouth and slowly released a stilted breath. He tested her ivory skin with tongue and teeth, painting her neck down to her cleavage with marvelous lines of wet heat.

Just when her legs began to open, expecting him to take her there, he stopped. Her head spun as he stood and jerked her close, up from the ground.

“
Not here, little rabbit. I haven't seen that fire – that innocence – in a woman's eyes for a very long time. We need to return to my hollow where I can give you a proper mating,” he said, pressing his hot breathing lips toward her ear. “Besides...I wouldn't dare give you up to another man, who may be lurking around any rock in this territory.”

She nodded, trying to understand his words. In fact, Jordan's head was still swimming. She looked up above them, where thick clouds were gathering, blotting out the shadows cast by the trees hugging the evening sun. The entire earth felt like a great curtain closing over them, until the dark lure of privacy became the only atmosphere she knew.

Mating Jordan

It was only a half mile to Axel's den, but Jordan wouldn't have found it, if not for his strong guidance. They arrived at a large, sunken burrow, a hidden home behind the tendrils of uprooted plants.

She wondered how many other male burrows she might have passed already, startled at the way they blended perfectly with their surroundings. Axel pushed his way through a thick wall of soil. He reached out to her, urging her inward, through the mossy cover.

Jordan closed her eyes as she passed through the cool dirt, only realizing upon impact that it was a heavy skin, dyed to match the soil's darkness. Inside, his home held a faint resemblance to a small cottage. There were sturdy looking chairs, an enormous cabinet that stretched to the ceiling, and – most noticeably – a bed.

Axel wasted no time pretending about his intentions. His strong arms tugged her forward, making a straight line for the rack of thick timber loaded with a downy mattress.

“
Hand crafted,” he said with a grin. “I chopped and chiseled that wood myself. The feathers came from forest grouse, the fattest and cleanest birds I could find after a robust spring. It may not look like much to a village girl, but this is the finest bed Nature can offer.”

She managed to slide her hand away from him. Axel's huge frame stood before her, walling her in against the huge bars at the base of the bed. Jordan's head swam. Her heart raced with a claustrophobic rush, throbbing until blood beat loud in her ears, drowning out everything else.

Her knees weakened. Axel saw what was happening and managed to catch her before she crashed to the floor. There was a blur of gray before her eyes, and then nothing but darkness.

Jordan couldn't have been out long. When she awoke, her back was swallowed by the softness, as if she were immersed in a warm fog. She sat up to see Axel's broad form sitting across from her, a pile of shavings at his feet as he whittled a fist sized hunk of wood.

“
I was getting worried about you, little rabbit. Took you nearly an hour to come out of it,” he said, prodding her up from the bed with his eyes.

She followed his dancing pupils. The faint and nap had helped. The sickly clamor in her head was gone, and now she found herself filled with a nervous buzz that branched out through her bones. It ran along her neck, setting her hair ablaze, before winding down her spine.

Unsurprisingly, it stopped where she savored it most: right around the cleft of her thighs.
The place of the breeding circle,
she thought. Learning about the energy centers in the body was one of the earliest lessons in spiritual anatomy young women were given. None was more important than the aura surrounding her womb, an invisible furnace she had to protect and nurture at all cost.

Axel rose on his strong legs, stretching his back. She heard the snap of his vertebrae from across the room.

“
Hope you've had a good rest. We're running a little behind schedule. Now, please take off your clothes...unless you want me to do it for you.” His eyes narrowed.

Jordan's breath caught in her throat, and for a second, she felt as though she might fall and go back into the dreary sleep. An excited peal rang within her as he took several steps toward the bed. She couldn't hide her lust from him, and she knew it.

He had given her a direct request – an order she was trained since adolescence to obey. With rosy crimson painting her cheeks, she sat up and felt for the back of her dress. There were only a few pockets that laced it together.

Her fingers trembling, Jordan started to unbind the first. The strings felt heavy in her hands and fell apart after struggling for a full minute before she moved to the next.

The entire time, Axel never looked away. His face was growing hungrier, crossed with a contrary appreciation for her seductive innocence, and a burning need to take her.

“
Let it fall,” he said, after the third and last pocket binding her back was open.

Jordan shook her shoulders, forcing the airy fabric to slide down her chest. Cool stillness greeted her naked chest for the first time in his little home, so sudden that she coughed slightly. The jostling motion caused her firm breasts to bounce, teasing him mere feet away with her pinkish, pointed nipples.

“
Good. You're a delight to behold, but a little too slow for my liking. Make way for me, Jordan, and I'll finish what you so beautifully started.” Axel shook off the thick vest over his chest, leaving him with nothing but a thin shirt, which came off in one swoop.

Axel's chest was like the horizon beyond the Great Lake, perfect hills of stone that were smooth, except for the faintest flecks of dark hair. He shook off his boots and trundled over to the bed, rubbing her calves with his thick skinned feet as he climbed on next to her.

The mattress sank with his weight. Jordan's dress had crumpled down to her waist, and her heaving breasts drove him to act, like a clockwork engine lubricated with desire. His strong arms wound around her back and he pulled her onto him, until she was pressed against his hot iron chest.

“
This is like unwrapping a harness after bagging the very best buck. Except you, little rabbit, are a thousand times tastier.” He pried open his lips and brought a thick tongue out, lapping upward at her swinging breasts.

“
Ahhh!” Jordan hissed like she were getting an inoculation from pine needles coated in fever dew. His mouth enveloping her raw nipple was as unexpected as a shot, but infinitely more pleasant.

Axel's mouth started to suck, drawing her in, hard enough to tease her plump breast with the edge of his stubble. Her eyes rolled as his coarse, wet warmth slathered her naked skin.

“
Don't leave me just yet,” he chuckled. “We haven't even gotten started.”

His hands fell upon her more eagerly, shredding the last few pockets the rest of the way down her dress. When she was open, all the way to the backs of her legs, he drew her out like a soft oyster sliding from its shell.

And into his mouth, into his hands, into his landscape of muscles she came. Axel's fingers dug into the flesh of her ass and clenched, hard enough to make her writhe. He drew himself up to her opposite breast, tasting her skin with ready lips and teeth.

Jordan's flesh turned into a sultry mess. She didn't even notice him forcing her hands behind her back an instant later, a thick cord of animal skin in his hands that he had drawn from underneath the bed.

“
Shhh...enough with your struggling. I have something that will help ease the fear.” He started to wind the rope around her wrists, until she couldn't pull her hands apart.

Cool buckskin straps held her wrists together, surrendering what little control she had left. Jordan sensed that he could have done
anything
to her in those eager moments, but it made her feel oddly...secure.

“
Give everything to him, my daughters. No matter how gruff, rough, or mysterious your male's commands. You must surrender.”
In her mind, Jordan heard Father Skarr's frequent encouragements looping endlessly.

The priest's soft voice seemed to be there in the room, whispering in her ear. Actually, it was Axel's, gently serenading her into compliance.

During her pleasurable trance, they had switched positions. Now, Jordan lay beneath him, his huge body straddling her thin frame as he worked to bind her hands to the bar of bone above the bed. When she was tied down, her fists shook, giving fitful jerks. He had tied it taut enough to immediately bring her hands back into place, no matter how hard she pulled.

“
No more struggle. No more pain. Jordan Whiteshore, this is the moment you've been waiting for your entire life – possibly the moment I've always dreamed of too. I am honored to be your first mate, and I promise you, I won't give your body one idle second of rest. Not until you're pregnant.” Axel's hands wrapped around her thighs, splitting her apart.

Somewhere in the tussle, his pants had come off, exposing his enormous manhood to her for the first time. His shaft was shaped like a magnificent root, long and thick, capped with just the smallest hint of hair. She had never imagined it going anywhere but her moist cavern, but she had an inexplicable urge to lower herself and take it in her mouth.

Axel might have allowed her to, if she had asked, but there was no time for that. Every sweaty beat of her heart told her exactly what hour had come: the day of the mating dance, with a tempo that crashed furiously through her veins, the same relentless drumming caressing her lover's blood.

The big man's erection pulsed once, and he leaned back, turning his head up to the low ceiling. He seemed to be craning his head to the sky, through the wood and dirt, through the forest canopy, all the way through the gray autumn clouds overhead, until his gaze reached the heavens.

It was his ritual. Axel imagined himself reaching for the Gods before he took a mate. They had always given him great energy before, bestowing what was needed to accomplish his glorious work. He had before him the most beautiful virgin he had ever seen, and taking her felt like the ultimate blessing.

“
I want to feel the rhyme pulsing through you, Jordan. Lay back, lay back and feel what my fiery
mouth can do to you,” he whispered. His mouth sank down to her, this time bypassing her breasts and trailing down her stomach, until his sturdy face found its way between her legs.

The air came apart with the sharp beauty of Jordan's gasp as his tongue opened her slit, beading with slick cream. He pulled her apart with his fingers and mouth, marinating her skin with hot strokes, until his tongue invaded her wetness and that softer flesh within her.

He rose, forming a hump with his strong back, cutting circles across her. Jordan's sighs became uneven as a drunken ecstasy she had never known filled her brain.

I didn't think it could feel this good. All those times I stroked myself with these hands – that's over now, buried forever by his indescribable tongue, his hot breaths pulling me down into that humid place...

She couldn't think another word. Axel brought his lips down over her entire clit and sucked, a motion so sharp and pleasant that her hips automatically rose to meet his mouth. He pulled her in closer with his hands, clawing at her buttocks.

The feel of her round ass caused his shaft to drool onto the bed. Axel knew he had to mate soon, before the impulse turned him into a rabid animal, but he smiled as he continued to work her churning sex.

His tongue alternated between feeling like a bundle of bristles and a fitful of feathers, an illusion created by her overtaxed skin. Jordan's face wrinkled up, as though she were about to sneeze. The release that came was far from her nose, however.

“
Ohhh, Axel!” Her faint howl melted as her brain split in half, both sides launching into separate zones of barely fathomed ecstasy. She thrashed and gushed into his mouth, competing with the morning bird as sharp cries bounced back off the ceiling, down to the place where their lustful bodies were locked together.

The first orgasm released its vice strong grip very slowly. When she looked up again, Axel had finally removed his face, watching her buoying on the mattress from her raised hands.

He was crouched between her legs, his dominant hand on his aching scepter. He watched her lips open slowly, shaking the entire time.

“
Go ahead, Axel. Come to me and slide it into this womb, this wetness. Use my body to make more life, just as Nature commands you to,” she tried to speak like Father Skarr, doing her best not to let fear consume her.

To him, she was oozing innocence. For just a moment, her virgin purity was so otherworldly that part of him wanted to pack up and leave her there, frozen in time forever, untouched. Yet, the wolf inside him couldn't do that, not when it felt as if his balls would explode.

With his lips curled back in a grimace, he crawled forward, making his arms like huge pillars on each side of her head. He hunkered down, positioning himself before her wet opening.

They both closed their eyes as Axel started to push forward, as light as he could manage, until he sank far enough into her velvet for the feeling to become irresistible. With a single grunt, he stabbed forward, piercing and stealing her virginity forever.

Her maidenhood stretched and broke in one sharp burst – a rigid snap of discomfort, but not like the harsher ache of the way he stretched her from within. Axel clenched his teeth, feeling lightning surging up his back, too excited not to thrust as she opened up to his girth.