Mark of the Wolf (18 page)

He lifted her shirt over her head, then
twisted it so her hands were trapped, holding her with one strong
arm. Then he leaned over her and took one nipple slowly into his
mouth, watching her eyes as he drew on it gently.

She gasped. The pleasure that shot through
her was so intense that it made her crotch contract, her clit
swelling and throbbing. He drew again, watching her reaction,
watching her squirm and moan. She felt tears in her eyes at the
sensation. She could scarcely breathe.

Suddenly there was a tap at the door.

It took Maddy a moment to recognize the
sound, she was so caught up in what his mouth was doing to her.
Then she blinked, coming partly out of her daze of arousal, and he
released her hands. There was another knock, louder this time.
Gareth looked at her with narrowed eyes, a firm command to stay
put, then he pushed himself up off of the bed. His entire body was
tense as he stalked away. She had the feeling it took all of his
control to leave her at that moment.

He opened the door to speak to the boy who
stood there, taking the foldable cot from his hands. In the
meantime, Maddy tried to right her bra with trembling fingers. Her
entire body was shaking, partially from nerves, but mostly from the
intense sensations that kept washing over her. He wasn’t touching
her anymore, but she felt like he still was. Her nipples were hard
and aching, begging to be stroked, and she brushed her own fingers
over them experimentally. It felt so good that she almost cried
out. Her pants were wet and she felt an empty, burning ache; she
was desperate to rub against anything. Her pants were uncomfortable
and rough against her sensitive skin. What had he done to her? It
couldn’t be natural. Why had she been so upset again? It was hard
to remember.

The conversation at the door was closing up, and Maddy
acted on sudden inspiration. Struggling for control over her body,
she forced her legs to cooperate and slid to the side of the bed,
then over the edge to land with a soft
thud
on the floor. The carpet was rough against
her heated skin, almost painful. She caught her breath for a
moment, her body so aroused she could barely control herself, then
she rolled under the bed. It was a cramped, dusty space, but at
least she felt safe. Part of her murmured that she was acting like
an idiot, but she pushed it away. She was not going to let him
control her, dammit. She was not going to be his sex tool for
whenever he was horny. She forced herself to remember his
animalistic side, to remember Yvonne and all the things the woman
had told her. Gareth still hadn’t addressed that.

The door shut; there were no more voices. She
watched as the cot was dragged into the room and then laid out in
front of the bed, the wooden legs folded down. Gareth proceeded in
walking around the bed for a moment, then he stood silently to one
side, not moving at all. Maddy swallowed hard. She was sweating and
nervous, wondering what he would do, wondering if there would be
some sort of punishment for her later. He hadn’t hit her as of yet,
but his actions in the hall had been bordering on violent. She knew
he was very capable of killing. She was still waiting for the blow
that was bound to come at some point.

She heard a deep sigh, bordering on a groan
of frustration. Then she watched as he leaned down and started
undoing his boots – all she could see were his hands on the laces
as he tugged them off, kicking them to the side of the room. Then
she heard a zipper draw and a belt buckle clink, and her eyes
widened. His pants dropped to the floor, and he kicked them away
too. The shirt landed somewhere in the distance. He was undressing
himself. Was he just going to go to bed without her? The thought
made her relieved and angry at the same time.

He stood still again for a long moment,
though now she was trapped looking at a pair of tanned, bare feet.
Nice feet, too, with symmetrical toes and clean nails. Then
abruptly he leaned down, and she saw a hand hook the side of the
bed. To her horror, the bed started to lift until it was propped
several feet in the air, and she was staring up at Gareth’s form,
his face grim, eyes glinting down at her. He was dressed only in a
pair of boxers and his muscles bulged across his smooth chest. Even
his legs were muscular and well-shaped. She couldn’t stop her eyes
from traveling to the dark hole in the leg of his boxers, and she
saw something move there, something stiff and hard beneath the
fabric. It was impossibly long. Her eyes bulged.

He didn’t have to say anything. She scrambled
out from under the mattress before he could drop it on her,
blushing from the intimate sight of him, her arousal becoming even
more intense. Her heart was pounding; she had never seen a man lift
up a queen-sized bed before, using only one hand! Was it his
werewolf strength, or was he just insanely strong to begin
with?

She moved to the side of the room as he set
the bed down again, then he leapt over it faster than she could
respond to, and grabbed her by the shoulders. She gasped,
flinching, ready for the hit to come – but instead he lifted her
up, putting her over his shoulder before swinging her gently down
onto the bed. She was surprised, to say the least. His dark
expression and the stiffness of his shoulders let her know that he
was pissed, but he didn’t show it with his hands.

Instead he moved onto the bed, folding
himself over her, his chest propped above her as he trapped her
with his arms. She couldn't move; knew it was futile. His hands
slipped off her bra again and cupped her breasts, teasing the
nipples. He didn't say anything, didn't kiss her, just looked into
his eyes as he played with her body.

His hands dropped to her pants, and he slid
them from her waist, pulling off the panties with them. She made a
noise of complaint and struggled to stop him, but he ignored her,
growling low in his throat in warning. She let him pull the pants
down and toss them to the floor. When he turned back to her, he
grabbed her ankles and held her still, his eyes roving over her
naked, exposed body. She blushed and looked away, squirming under
his scrutiny, never having been looked at so intimately before. His
face was harsh and drawn, and she couldn’t tell what he was
thinking — except that he wanted to eat her.

“
They touched you,” he said. “They
scared you... if you could only know what they were thinking,
Maddy, you would know they deserved what they got.” The sincerity
in his voice made her shudder, but she felt the tension loosen
inside. She was beginning to understand what he meant. She still
didn't like it... but he had saved her life the only way he
could.
And
they weren't humans,
she reminded herself. This was a whole different
world.

He inhaled, and the growl started in his
throat again as he moved over her, covering her body with his,
allowing her to feel every inch of him. “I love the smell of you,”
he grunted.

Then he pulled her up and made her sit in
front of him, her knees spread, and he crossed his legs in front of
her. She stared at him wide-eyed, her lips slightly parted and
moist; he took her hand, and guiding it slowly, put it against his
crotch. Her eyes grew larger as his erection jumped. It was hard
and long, far thicker than anything she had thought possible. How
could a man’s member change shape so drastically?

Using her hand, he rubbed his erection
through his boxers, letting her feel its hard length. When he
spoke, his voice was husky. “Pull it out,” he murmured.

“
What?” she whispered, her voice
breathy and unsteady.

“
Touch it.” He pushed her hand into
his boxers, and she complied, realizing what he wanted. It was an
order, and his other hand went to the back of her neck, holding her
there as she followed his instructions and reached in, her finger
stroking against the silky skin of his cock. Her mouth went dry as
she slowly pulled it out, staring at the long, hard length of him.
He had to be eight inches if not more.

“
Rub it, like this,” he said again,
his voice still rumbling with inhuman power. He took her hand and
began to stroke it up and down his length, tightening her fingers,
showing her the places he liked. Maddy was blushing from head to
toe, her fingers shaking. After a minute or so he released her hand
and she kept rubbing by herself, slowly growing bolder, adding more
pressure.

“
If you stop, then I’ll stop,” he
growled low, and then suddenly he was kissing her again, pressing
against her lips and opening her mouth with his tongue. Her breath
caught, and she moaned as his lips trailed down the side of her
neck to her shoulder, tickling her, drawing out even more intense
feelings. She sighed when his lips finally found her breasts again,
and he drew one hard, pink nipple into his mouth. Then she couldn’t
think anymore, his tongue swirling over the small nub.

Abruptly he stopped. She groaned, wondering
why he was torturing her. Then he cleared his throat. His hand
covered hers, and she realized she had stopped rubbing him. She
knew she should be mad, that she hadn’t forgiven him yet and she
wasn’t planning to, that she should push him away and run from the
room… but she tightened her grip instead and continued stroking. He
laughed low in his throat, a sound that slid deliciously across her
skin. “Good girl,” he whispered.

She shivered.

Then he was moving again, pulling her closer
against him until she was in his lap, her legs on either side of
him, his member between. His one hand went to her breast, but the
other traveled across her body and over her legs, then played
between her thighs, stroking gently at the skin. Maddy wanted to
scream – his slow movements were frustrating, building up the
tension in her body and driving her crazy.

Then his fingers slid over her lower lips,
dampening themselves in her moisture and trailing forward until he
flicked over her clit. A stab of pleasure shot through her, so
intense that she cried out, though he took the sound into his mouth
with a sudden kiss. He pulled her closer until her breasts were
rubbing against his chest, one arm going around her shoulders, and
he pinned her to him as he pressed his fingers against her, playing
along the outside of her hole, his palm still pressing her
clit.

He paused again. It was all she could do to
force herself to move her hand. She couldn’t concentrate on
anything except the feeling of his body. She was dying to have
anything inside of her, even if it was only his fingers, but the
length of his cock in her hand put dirty thoughts in her head. He
could take her right now and she wouldn’t say no — she wouldn't
know how to. He could just slide her forward, press the head of his
member against her hole, and then….

A finger slid into place. She moaned, her
forehead falling to his shoulder, and he placed his lips against
her ear. “Almost there, love,” he murmured. “Don’t stop now.”

She could feel his cock swelling in her hand,
growing even stiffer, and she sped up her pace. He placed his hands
for a moment over hers, and she realized he was getting her fluid
on his member, giving it a smooth texture that allowed her hand to
work more easily. Then his fingers were inside her again, a second
one pressing in with the first, and she groaned, wiggling against
him, wanting him deeper.

He hit the spot, that sweet place that made
her entire body convulse. Her breath come in short, tight gasps. He
rubbed her there, his fingers moving in and out, first slowly and
then building in tempo as she relaxed. His mouth found hers, and he
started kissing her, their tongues playing.

Then she felt it – a wave building, a
pressure growing, making her crazy. She let go of his member and
put her hand on his shoulder and clung for dear life, her nails
biting into his skin. He moved for a moment more, pleasuring her,
then he paused, holding her right before her peak.

“
Please,” she moaned, pressing hot
kisses across his chest and neck. “Please….”

“
Shh,” he hushed, kissing her
forehead. “I’ll go when you go.”

“
I can’t… I can’t think….” she
groaned.

“
You can and you will,” he murmured,
and she realized what he was doing to her now – he
was
punishing her, just
in a completely different and far more sadistic way. She groaned,
hating him even more, but so hungry for release that she felt like
she would die.

She forced herself to rub him and kept going.
She focused on him, his body, his breathing, the sheen of sweat
that covered his muscles, the tension in his arms as he held her.
His smell. Her movements became more sure and steady, and she began
to play with his head, stroking up his length before swirling
around the tip with her fingers. He groaned, leaning forward until
his head rested against hers, his teeth brushing her skin. Was he
going to bite her? She couldn’t tell.

And then his member stiffened and jerked, and
he grunted — he grabbed her tightly and white fluid spurted out of
his dick, landing against her stomach. He groaned, crushing her to
his chest, pressing his member against her skin until he finished.
She was silent, listening to him pant against her, his breath hot
and heavy on her neck.

Then suddenly he grabbed her and lifted her,
still holding her against him, until his one arm was supporting her
and the other went between her legs. “You want it, babe?” he said.
“It's yours.”

And his fingers entered her again, this time
stretching her and penetrating deeper, brushing against her
sensitive core. She clutched at him, burying her face in his
shoulder, crying out uncontrollably now that she was so close to
her own orgasm. And then the wave started again, building in her
body with each flick of his thumb against her clit, each slide of
his fingers. He brought her to the edge and kept pushing until
suddenly she was screaming, crying out, not caring anymore how much
noise she made. And then her body convulsed, clamping down on his
fingers, her hole tightening and the pleasure breaking over her. It
consumed her like wildfire.