Howl at the Moon (11 page)

“Continue,” he said. Her hands found his belt buckle and unlooped it. His erection pressed against her hands. She unbuttoned his slacks and pulled them down his body. She knelt before him and untied his shoes, then helped him kick his clothes away. She looked up at his cock, thick and throbbing with need, and grabbed it with sure hands. She pumped up from the tip, loving his soft grunt.

“Taste me.”

She needed no further urging. She licked the tip, swallowing down his musky flavor, and engulfed the head of his dick. She sucked it strongly, using suction to push it in and out of her mouth as her hand pumped in a twisting motion. She grasped him with her other hand and twisted with that one in the opposite motion.

“Dammit, T. Right there, baby,” he growled and pumped his hips, helping his cock slide in and out of her mouth. He tasted so good to her. So very good. She sucked harder as he moved until her pulled his cock from her lips with a groan. He bent and lifted her up into his arms so quickly she let out a squeal.

“Let me down. I’m too big.” His gaze swung to hers as he stopped his movement toward the bed. His fierce scowl made her stop protesting.

“You are perfect. I don’t ever want to hear you say something so stupid again. Do you understand me?” She looked away. She didn’t want to talk right now. She just wanted him to get her into bed. She pushed her breasts against his chest and ran her fingers over his shoulders into his hair, trying to get him to continue.

“Do you understand me?” he asked again. She looked at him then.

“Yes,” she finally answered. By the time the word had completely left her mouth he was already at the bed and laying her down.

“So pretty,” he whispered as he crawled over her. He nuzzled her nipple and then sucked it into his mouth. Her back arched off the bed. His free hand grasped her other nipple and it worked in tandem with his sucking efforts. His other hand pushed her legs open so that he could rest in between. The head of his cock slid over her sensitive pussy lips. She moaned and rolled her hips to feel it again.

“I don’t think you need to wait after what I saw in the window. I bet you are ready for me. Tell me you want me to fuck you. Tell me you want me inside so deep you can’t speak. Tell me everything that was in that head of yours as you fucked yourself with your fingers.”

“Fuck me, Clyde. Fuck me so deep I’ll still feel you tomorrow.” A growl filled the room but she was too far gone to care. Her body was on fire. As Clyde slammed inside of her all that she cared about was that she felt his cock sliding in and out of her once more. That he was pulling the pleasure from her body with each dig. No one would ever feel as good as Clyde within her. He was so full, so hard. He stretched her wider than she ever thought possible but she loved the sting. Clyde was the edge of pleasure to pain and she loved it.

The feel of his hard shoulder under hands mesmerized her. The jolt of his groin contacting her clit galvanized her. His mouth at her breasts devastated her. Every second that his body touched hers was an assault on her senses and she didn’t even have the mind to put up a barricade.

“You’re so fucking tight. You feel so good. Squeeze, baby. Milk my cock.” She tightened her muscles deep inside and it felt as if the top of her head was going to explode. Every hard glide into her body felt like a battering ram against her pleasure zone. She dug her nails into his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Clyde!” she screamed as he pushed her thighs closer to the bed and his cock sank into her deeper.

“That’s it. Take it. Take it all. Tell me. Tell me what you were thinking about. Tell me what you saw when you played with yourself.”

“You were behind me, forcing me chest to the bed,” she gasped. “You were in me so deep. I pushed my ass open so you could reach deeper. Then you curled around me, you mouth going to my shoulder, and…” she stopped, not sure if she could tell him. The fantasy had seemed so real to her. She could feel him sliding in and out of her with quick, vicious thrusts. He had felt like he was on fire, dominating her in a way that she had never been. When he’d lowered his body over her, the temperature had spike until she knew they would send the room up in flames. Her pussy had trembled, on the edge of climax. Right there…until he’d done something that she couldn’t believe and she felt the wave beginning to crash over her just as she heard the noise outside of her window.

“Tell me,” Clyde demanded.

“I can’t.” She couldn’t form it into words. Within the secrets of her mind, it was beautiful, sexy, and decadent. In reality, it should have terrified her but even now she could feel her pussy clenching around his ever-pounding dick.

“Tell me,” he growled and Tatiana trembled. It was a sound that was so dangerous and violent and yet it spurred her on.

“No,” she gasped. The growl grew louder, whipping through the room and she felt a pang of unease. “What the hell is that?” He didn’t answer her question. The world spun as Clyde pulled out of her and flipped her to her stomach. He pulled her roughly to her knees and pushed her chest into the mattress.

“Is this what I did to you?” he yelled and slammed into her core. She gripped the covers as she screamed, milking his dick with her quivering pussy walls. She rocked her ass toward him, wanting him deeper. So much better than her fantasy, her need was white hot. She had never been this wonton in her life. No man had ever made her lose herself so completely. She had been no virgin after college but Clyde made it feel like she was brand new, as if he were the only man that she knew sexually and he had trained her to want only his brand of sex. She twisted under the immobile hand between her shoulder blades that held her to the bed with her ass up in the air. She knew, inside, that she couldn’t dislodge him and it freed her in a way she never thought possible. This man dominated her, controlled her, and with all her fight she would never get away. She didn’t want to get away.

“Then this,” he groaned above her as he leaned down, blanketing her in heat. Her mind went fuzzy and she couldn’t think about what he was trying to say. All she could hold on to was his thrusting cock and the fact that he was giving her the fantasy in her mind a hundredfold. She clenched the blankets tighter in her fists and bounced her ass against him until he was sliding into her so hard the heavy sac of his balls pounded into her clit.

“Yes, Clyde,” she moaned.

“What did I do next? What did I do that made that pussy shine with moisture? What do you want me to do to fly you into the sun?” He pushed into her harder, his hot breath scalding over her shoulder and Tatiana needed the next part more than her next breath. She stopped thinking about how it would sound or if he would pull away. Her pussy was aching with the need to feel a climax and that singular need drove her until her mind shut down.

“Bite me,” she whispered into the night and then screamed when sharp teeth pierced the soft flesh where her neck met her shoulder. Everything in her bore down, her pussy becoming a vise as Clyde held her still with his teeth and ripped into her. Blind, deaf, and dumb to the world she only felt the sting of his nails piercing her hips mildly. Clyde thrust harder. Once, twice, and a third time, before he howled and his cock throbbed inside her. She felt his cock grow thicker in the center like a knot and then she was tossed into the sun and all of the oxygen disappeared.

She held on with all her might as her body was tossed about in a torrent of need, love, agony, and pleasure until the knot in Clyde’s dick softened and he slid from her body. She fell to the bed, breathing like a locomotive as he lay at her side. One hand was thrown over his face and everything in Tatiana froze.

The man had claws.

She leaped from the bed, feeling warmth seeping and then sliding down her sides. When she looked down, she had four perfect crescent wounds where claws had dug in at her waist. She put a hand to her neck and it came back with blood. Her knees gave out from under her and she sank to the ground. Humans didn’t have claws. He’d bitten her, but he should not have drawn blood. Come to think of it, they didn’t have cocks that grew knots in the center when they came. The next thought of what
did
have those things filtered through her mind. She didn’t want to examine what the hell was going on. She was terrified and crashing down from the highest she had ever been in her life. She was losing her fucking mind.

“T. Baby, look at me.” There was that growl again. It permeated the room. Tatiana’s gaze swung to Clyde who was now sitting on the bed facing her crumpled form on the floor. “Baby.”

She screamed. She didn’t know what else to do. Clyde’s eyes were golden as if they were reflecting the light around him. He had four very perfect, very sharp, canines in his mouth and his nails were still claws. “Let me explain,” he tried but when he moved she scrambled back farther from him. She could have sworn she heard a whimper when he sat back down.

“Get out.”

“T, listen to me.”

“Get out!” She leaped to her feet, her fear polarizing her enough to let her stand on her own. She backed into the corner of her room and watched as Clyde stood. He rolled his shoulder in a way that reminded her of a wolf stretching. He turned toward her as if to come to her again and Tatiana could see the predatory gleam in his eyes. All of her bravado shattered. She burst into tears.

“Please, go,” she whispered, sliding to the floor and then closing her eyes. She didn’t want to see anymore. This couldn’t be happening. This had to be a bad dream that she would wake up from soon enough and laugh about. Clyde couldn’t be something that wasn’t human. He couldn’t have marked her the way he had. She hadn’t had the stupidity not only fall in love with her boss, but to have fallen for something else entirely. She didn’t hear his footsteps to the door but she heard the
click
when he opened and then closed it.

She kept her eyes tightly closed until she heard the slam of her front door. She finally let out a harsh breath and looked around. The room still smelled of their bodies but Clyde was gone. All that remained of him was the pain in her sides and the drops of blood on her coverlet. If a girl ever needed her friends around her, this was the time. They could yell at her later.

Chapter Thirteen

The claw marks on her waist were killing her. Somehow, every call she made to Sylvia, Joyce, Lana, and Reese, who always answered her phone, had gone directly to voice mail. It was like God was working against her to get the much-needed comfort she needed. She was near meltdown mode and she needed someone there with her. She didn’t know where Aaron was but she was going to ruin his night wherever he was. He, at least, picked up by the fourth ring.

“You shouldn’t be calling me right now.”

“Well, I am. Your project ended in ways you wouldn’t believe.”

“Try me,” he said, laughing.

“Aaron, I need you here at the house.” He must have heard something in her voice because when he spoke again all the laughter was gone.

“What’s wrong?”

“Can you get here? I think I’m going to pass out now.” For a girl who had never had a fainting spell ever in her life she seemed to be close to it a lot lately. At least this time her body actually followed through and she thought, before she slid into the dark, that at least she had a damn good reason to do it now.

When she woke up, Aaron was leaning over her with a glass of water. He helped her sit up slowly and pushed the glass into her hand. She took a fortifying gulp as he disappeared into the kitchen. She heard the faucet run and then shut off. Aaron reappeared with a cloth in his hand. He placed the cool material around her neck and she was grateful. It made her feel like she could breathe normally again.

“Okay, I have to admit you were right,” he said then.

“Right about what?”

“That I wouldn’t believe it. Is that a bite mark on your neck? It looks like you got attacked by a wild animal.”

“I think it may be worse than that.”

“I covered you up so I saw the marks on your waist to. What happened here?” Tatiana took a breath and told Aaron what happened. At this point, she didn’t think she had anything to lose by telling him the truth. She couldn’t keep it all to herself. If she did, then she would slowly go crazy. I wasn’t everyday a woman saw the man she was in love with become something that wasn’t exactly right. She watched as Aaron’s face went from disbelieving, to wonder, to complete confusion by the time she finished her story.

“I am sorry,” he finally said. “I don’t know what to do. Lea?”

“Who is Lea?” Tatiana asked and then felt her jaw hit the floor when a white-robed woman appeared in her living room. She was beautiful in a way that was not humanly possible. Her sable hair was curled around her shoulders and a soft halo wrapped around head. From her back were two delicately feathered wings that cupped around her. For second time tonight, Tatiana fell to a crumbled heap on the floor but this time there was a warmth that surrounded her. It felt so good. She knew that she was looking at one of God’s messengers before her. She felt as if God so loved her that he granted her the chance to see one of His children in her life. Tears clouded her vision as she clasped her hands together in prayer.

“Tatiana?” she heard Aaron call but she ignored him.

“Leave her be, Aaron. It is always life changing for one of the faithful to see us.”

“She can see you?”

“Yes. I would not have come at you call if I didn’t feel it was imperative that she see me. Tonight her faith has been tested on a fundamental level tonight. She needed to see me.”

“She sees you different than I do, I guess.”

“Yes. I came to her the way she could accept, tonight.”

“I don’t understand,” Tatiana said, finally finding her voice.

“You don’t have to. Just know that God doesn’t give you any more than you can handle. It may not seem like it but it is true. We are here, watching you. We even gave you a guardian angel here,” Lea said pointing over her shoulder at Aaron.

“Aaron?”

“In the flesh,” he said shrugging. “It’s a long story but I always told you I was here to help you.”