Loving Lucius (Werescape) (29 page)

She dropped the scrap of black lace to the floor and rose to stare at me with those ageless gray eyes.

Now. I snapped my knees together and pointed at my lap.

Rudely. Selfishly. She didn't seem to mind, staring at my throbbing bobbing erection.

She spread her thighs and straddled my thighs.

Too slowly. I grabbed her waist and lifted that sweet little Well. "Grab my cock. Guide it in."

She didn't delay.

That firm grasp of hers held my pounding pulse right where I needed it. Aimed at the hot little notch pulsing with moisture. I lowered her body until my cock's head slid into her one single priceless inch.

Have to take time. Let her inner channel adjust.

Mine
. Wolf rammed into my eyes and nose.

She was so slick. Scented with the salty woman scent that made a Wolf drool like he was rabid.

Now
, Wolf growled.

Her knowing gaze locked onto mine.

Does she understand Wolf won't wait?

Mate
, Wolf gurgled a growl, scratching, clawing, digging…

She had to understand. I slammed her hips down onto my hard aching cock.

Her chin shot skyward with a groan.

Hilt-deep was the only way to be. Gods-damn.

The heat of our bodies merged with the racing tick of a pulse.

Synchronizing.

Her gaze turned down to mine, her mouth gaping, gasping for breath.

I'd teach her how this could feel amazing. "Squeeze."

Her inner muscles contracted.

Her eyes narrowed with understanding, then widened to communicate her agreement.

One more thing, and we'd be good to go. I lifted her hips, sliding her perfect tight dampness along my shaft. "Up and down, Elise."

Her legs took over.

Leaving my hands draping her hips like an anchor in my reeling mating fog. So fucking perfect. The pressure stripping away along my tender rod's thickness. Clamping all the way to just beneath the sensitive head. Then down. Inch by glorious inch. In little almost rhythmic squeezes like a starving person, devouring a long-awaited meal with the mouth of her sex.

Wolf fought to emerge.

To take over. To mate. He'd ruin the moment. Rush things she should experience.

My skin prickled with a chill.

Or Wolfen hairs. But I couldn't hold him back. Not with the way her sex devoured me.

Her hips danced.

Dance, that's what I needed. I tightened my hold on the swell of her hips and guided her sweet body in a circular movement.

"Oh," she groaned with a chirp or two. Her hips taking over. Her free hand's palm settling on my shoulder for a steadying handhold.

Total fucking perfection. I leaned my head back and succumbed to the engulfing darkness behind my eyelids.

Nothing but the heat and pressure of her gyrating body paying homage to mine remained.

Except for her moans. Moans that turned into whimpering "oh" sounds.

Wolf took over. Ramming into our cock. Wedging her fingers' grip open on the only nerve of importance at the moment.

Her grip on my shoulder yanked at my Wolfen hairs.

Fine. The piercing pain would delay my ejaculation.

"Lucius," she whined, "God, what is that?"

Wolfen ridges. "Wolf. He has ridges in his cock." I hope she could understand my speech. I might be too far shifted to easily understand.

She slammed her heat down upon my Wolf's even more engorged shifting penis, harpooning herself, seating her soft sex's nether flesh hard against the base of my cock like her lips ringing my cock before I had her ride me.

She sat for a moment, then she ground that pussy in killer circles.

Too fast. Too much. So Gods-be-damned tightly I had to hold her hips to keep the motion from making me spew my load.

She whined, trying to gyrate her hips. "Lucius!"

Nothing could have prevented Wolf from mating the way her inner muscles spasmed. He thrust his hips into her warm Well and began pounding a rhythm upward. Her legs adjusted, raising her away and lowering that sweet addictive sex along Wolf's desperate heaves. All I could do was lean my head back, and let them have their way with me.

Her "ohs" turned into shrill "ahs" while Wolf drooled and licked his lips.

Bite
, Wolf snarled.

Careful
. But a Wolf would mark its mate often. A Shifter couldn't delay the inevitable. Merely intervene to weaken the frenzied action. To protect his woman.

Wolf and Elise worked so desperately to release my heavy load of seed that I couldn't move. Dared not move. Or would lose the moment. Erupt. Gods. I wanted to look. To see her rotating hips bury Wolf's engorged red meat down to her knuckles where she trembled, gripping its base inside a coil of knuckles, and tried to ground Wolf into pieces. But my head felt like a ton of rock.

The world exploded into blinding whiteness.

Mine
! Wolf howled.

She yelled, yanked her hand away, and sank to my lap.

The world jerked.

Over and over. With my hips, pushing her weight upward.

Wolf snapped my head from where it hung.

My eyes popped open, focusing on her thrown-back head and closed eyes.

Wolf won't be rough. Slow down, Wolf. Easy.

Wolf bared his fangs.

I struggled to hold him back. To slow him down.

But Wolf yanked her bulges of breasts against his and sank his teeth into her sweet-smelling shoulder.

A salty-metallic liquid rolled across my tongue as the rattle of her pulse tapped in the ear he pressed against her throbbing neck. But Wolf couldn't wait to finish relishing his mark. No, he had to pump her mindless expression senseless while she tore at the hairs coating his shoulders.

She snaked her arms around us, holding us with her head lolling backward.

Wolf lunged and plunged inside her hot Well. His movements graded into erratic thrusts. Then faded into jerks. Our cock going limp. I sucked down a breath and shoved him back into the chasm.

So I could take care of my mate.

We sat motionless for a breath.

"Oh," she groaned, rolling her head sideways until she could get her neck to support it where she faced me again. "That felt…" Her gaze locked onto mine with deadly intent. "Let's do that again."

Good. I planted a kiss on her soft lips, leaned back, and chuckled. "You're addicted to touching."

The most heartfelt grin consumed her features. "Oh yes, Lucius. I think I am."

****

Lucius left me behind when departing to send the telegraph. I was supposed to twiddle my thumbs while dealing with Drea's fears and the brooding Josie. He promised to be home before sunset, winking that we could practice chair sex again. But I just have this feeling something isn't going to be fun about today. That I'd rather him be here. Protecting me. Or distracting me. That's what he did. Even though I hadn't admitted my fears or I would have blamed me for wasting the morning because his Wolf would have had to have mated. My fault? It's his Wolf. I'm merely the focus of Wolf's affection. And being the focus while lying nude on one's back with Wolf licking every highly-sensitive spot on one's body isn't bad at all. Who cares if that meant my legs are spread and a whole lot of wiry Wolfen fur rakes gooseflesh from my skin? My gaze caught Drea's where she stood across the outpost yard.

She waved me toward the side of the log cabin next to her, out of the shade.

Here we go again. I suppose I need to think about something other than my mate. Like where Drea is leading me. I fell into beside her.

Headed somewhere. Hopefully not to the stinking location where someone boiled down animal fat to make bio-fuel. But the choking odor intensified too much with each of our footsteps. I really should have stayed in bed. Standing over a vat of boiling stinking fat is no fun.

"Just a little farther," Drea smiled at me. "I wanted to show you the garden."

Gardens are better. I always wanted to garden. Back when my tutors kept me focused inside. Learning.

"It's past this horrible smell." She shot me a knowing smile.

Well, at least I'm not the only person despising this choking stench. "I had worried it was just me. That I had been pampered all my life."

"No." She laughed, wagging her head. "I've hated it every day of my life as well. I'd worry about someone who got used to it."

We passed a Shifter youth of about fourteen years who clutched the end of an oar near the steaming iron pot, watching us as if taking a break from stirring the steaming oil or maybe he was just dreaming he was anywhere else. Then we angled toward a low length of fence that almost stretched around a section of the land, not completely though. The gap in the fencing had to be for people to pass between the sections of fence.

"Here we are." Drea stopped near the gap. "This is it." She scanned the tiny tufts of leaves and stalks.

Young plants. Spring hadn't been warming here long enough to grow a garden.

"I was hoping you would enjoy helping here." She turned a warm smile my direction.

"I don't know anything about gardening."

"Then you're perfect." She grinned.

I must have looked at her like she was insane.

"Everyone needs to learn how to survive out here in The Wild, Elise."

Fine. I'll garden. "Are you going to teach me? I'd hate to be the one everyone whispered about killing the plants."

"I'll show you." She waved at me to follow her. "First you need to familiarize yourself with the appearance of vegetation associated with different vegetables. Then you know which plants are weeds. You pull the weeds. And when the weeds are gone, you water the plants. Some plants need more water than others…"

Don't pull out the good plants. Oh no. I'm in so much trouble. I followed her fading words at her heels, stepping carefully between the rows of small green leaves and steams.

But I'd learned so much in science classes. Surely weeding a garden is simple. Doable. I kept my eyes on where Drea stepped among the tilled soil and young vegetation.

"This is simple, Elise. The rows have all you need to do your job. You merely look at the plant adjacent to the one you're studying. If the two look the same, you're probably looking at the planted vegetable. If not, look at a few more plants. They're spaced equidistantly." She winked.

Like Augustus is standing here. Fine. I'll just start weeding. If they blame me later for what I'm about to do, it's not my fault. "Where should I begin?"

"Right here is fine. I can work along beside you."

She smiled so sweetly I couldn't be uncomfortable. Besides, she's not abandoning me to destroy the vegetable patch. "Let's go."

Weeding really wasn't that difficult. There's only a stray opportunistic invader here and there. I pinched out those foolish plants, working along one row and back down another.

"You're good at this. It's simply a form of patterning. We bring the children up two days a week. They learn early how to help and care for the garden. The adults take turns the other days. I'll bring you with me on Wednesday mornings if you like. Until you feel ready to go alone."

Good. I won't be responsible for doing anything wrong here for awhile. "Thank you. I'd appreciate the supervision and guidance."