Nikolai's Wolf (13 page)

“Yes,” she moaned, and his nostrils quivered as her body released a torrent of fluids at his demand. The scent of it permeated the room. Her wolf was pleased by his dominant behavior. It was only to be expected, he mused. She was an alpha. She needed a mate strong enough to tame her.

“Good.”

Because his mind was linked firmly with hers, he knew she was keeping a lock on her beast, at least for now. He worked his way down her torso until he reached her mound, licking, nibbling, and biting, careful not to break the skin. He lingered there at the sensitive flesh of her belly just above her mound.

“Nikolai, I need…” Shannon’s voice faded as her hips lifted, silently telling him what she wanted. Her thighs glistened with fluid, the pubic hair slick with dew.

The aroma of her essence was strong, beckoning him to come and taste. He resisted, remembering what had happed the last time he’d given in to temptation. Instead, he drew his fingers along her slit, moistening his fingers and teasing her entrance. Slowly, he eased one finger inside her virgin sheath. Shannon moaned and arched her hips, clamping down on his finger.

She was hot and tight. He was going to have to loosen her before he could mount her.

Nikolai eased his finger in and out, spreading her juice and increasing her arousal before adding another digit. He blocked out the sounds of her whimpering and pleading, concentrating fully on preparing her for penetration. When she could handle two with ease, he gently added a third.

Her head was thrashing about. She abruptly began to growl as her climax neared.

Feeling her beast once more attempting to rise, he stopped what he was doing, withdrew his fingers completely, and left her hanging on the edge of climax.

“Noooo!”

“Control your beast,” he said calmly, though he was anything but. His cock was so tight he thought it would explode. It was taking every bit of control to keep his beast in check.

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to make him continue. Her strong emotions were fueling her beast, and she struggled to control them, knowing he wouldn’t continue until her wolf was once more in its cage.

She understood and appreciated what he was doing even as the necessity of it pissed her off. If allowed, her beast would challenge and force him to prove his dominion over it, in whatever form that took. She’d seen female shifters scarred and broken, almost beyond repair, because their inner beast challenged a dominant male at the wrong time. That he cared enough to prevent that from happening to her went a long way toward calming her anger and gave her the control she needed to leash her wolf.

Once again, he stroked her, rebuilding the fire within. This time, it flamed higher for having been denied. He started again with the one finger and built to three, giving her body time to adjust. Her muscles tensed, and she began to shake but stayed in control of her beast.

As a reward, he took his thumb and stroked her clit, increasing her pleasure.

Fire shot through her body, and her fingers sprouted claws, which bloodied the palms of her hands as she fought to keep her beast in its cage. Her hips pumped, driving him deeper, yet it wasn’t deep enough. “More,” she growled.

“Not yet.”

“Now,” she snarled. “Need…more!”

“No.” Firm and implacable, his tone let her know that he wouldn’t budge from his course.

She switched to pleading. “Please, Nikolai.” She heard his heart jump and smelled his arousal increase when she called his name.

“It’s too soon.”

“Nikolai.” She panted his name as she rotated her hips in a circle.

He cursed under his breath, and the hand gripping her thigh tightened.

Oh, he liked that, did he? She did it again, calling his name at the same time. “Nikolai, please. Need…deeper…harder.”

“Don’t want to hurt you.”

He was weakening. Shannon pushed the advantage. “Nikolai, please. Nikolai.” She chanted his name, her voice throaty in her passion. She was drowning in pheromones, hers and his, as lust permeated the air. If he didn’t break soon, she was going to scream.

“Now, Nikolai!”

He gave her what she demanded, adding the fourth finger while thrusting as deep as his fingers would go. The scent of her blood-tinged vaginal fluid was making him crazy. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold on. He balanced on his elbow and leaned over her to suck on her nipple. The added sensation pushed her over the edge. Her neck arched sharply as she howled her release.

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His fangs dropped into place. He removed his hand and grabbed his throbbing cock, lining it up with her entrance. With a hard thrust, he plunged into her, past the fragile barrier of her virginity, until he was seated deep inside. He planted his hands on the mattress beside her, elbows locked into place as he threw his head back and fought for control.

“Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit!” He struggled not to savage her like the monster that he was. She was so tight. Her hungry vagina milked his shaft, trying to pull his seed from his body. Her blood called to him, beckoning him to gorge himself.

He groaned as he slowly withdrew until only the head was seated at her entrance, and then he slid his way back home, this time not stopping until he hit the opening to her womb.

Her cervix contracted around him, making him hiss and curse in pleasure before he withdrew and did it again and again, until he found his rhythm.

“Yes! Yes! Harder!”

Nikolai shook his head, still trying to take it easy on her, but she was having none of it.

“Harder, damn you! Don’t hold back!” Then she snarled at him, and the leash on his beast loosened the slightest bit. He picked up the pace, hammering into her over and over.

The force of his thrusts caused her breasts to bounce as she matched him. A red haze covered his mind as his fangs throbbed. He heard the beating of her heart. Felt its rhythm increase as it sought to keep up with the demand being placed on it. He smelled the rich scent of her blood as it rushed through her veins. When she screamed her release, his control snapped. Quick as a snake, he struck, driving his fangs deep into her breast and sucking ravenously on her blood as his seed exploded from his body, flooding her waiting womb.

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Shayla jumped as the door crashed open, bouncing off the wall. Rory stood in the opening, but it was a Rory she’d never seen before. This Rory was huge and covered from the chest down in very fine red fur. He was so tall, he had to duck to get through the doorway.

He’d been large, but now he looked like a bodybuilder on steroids.

As he stepped into the light, she got a good look at his face. Something was off, something wrong with his jaw and his eyes. They were the eyes of a wolf.

She glanced over his downy body only to come to a jarring halt when she reached his crotch. The bulge there was as massive as the rest of him, and it strained against the fly of his tattered jeans, fighting to be free. She licked her lips as her body came alive. Down, girl, she told it. This is Rory. We don’t like him, remember?

Her body wasn’t listening.

As she stared, transfixed, Rory reached down and casually ripped the jeans from his body. He wasn’t wearing underwear. Shayla almost fell to her knees at the force of the lust that surged through her at the sight of his cock, primed and ready for action. It was so long, reaching almost to his navel, and so thick she knew she wouldn’t be able to close her hands 70 Zena Wynn

around it. Its bulbous head was purple with the volume of blood engorging it. Her pussy contracted at the thought of getting it inside her, and she began to pant.

“Mine,” Rory growled as he stepped toward her. She reluctantly looked away from his cock to his face, her breath catching at the lust she could see there. “Mine,” he repeated, coming steadily closer. “Fought. Won. Claimed. Mine!” Yes, he had fought to protect me and won. Doesn’t he deserve a reward? “Yours,” she confirmed.

His eyes flared in satisfaction.

There was a niggling voice at the back of her mind warning her that this was a mistake.

Shut up! All I want is a taste, she thought. Just one little taste to satisfy my curiosity. As long as I don’t let him bite me, everything will be fine. I’ll have some fun and no one will be the wiser. Besides, she consoled her conscience, this is Rory. He doesn’t like me any more than I like him.

She stood still as he stalked toward her, not the least bit afraid at this proof that he wasn’t human. Seeing his beastly side actually revved her arousal. She wondered what it would take to make him lose control. She gasped when he shredded the clothes from her body, and her pussy gushed in response to his savagery.

He grabbed her under the arms and tossed her onto the bed, over six feet away. She shrieked as she flew through the air, landed with a bounce, and slid to the top of the bed, arms and legs splayed in an effort to catch herself. Before the bed had stopped rocking, he leaped after her and landed on his hands and knees over her.

She looked down the line of his body to his cock bobbing between them. Curious, she wrapped a hand around its head and squeezed. She watched him to gauge his reaction. He growled in pleasure, and his eyes began to glow. Pleased with his response, she shimmied underneath him until she could take his cock into her mouth.

Holding his shaft firmly, she delicately licked the precum leaking from his slit before engulfing the head with her mouth. It was a tight fit, but she managed and began to suck firmly. With her other hand, she slid her finger into her pussy to lubricate it and began stroking her clit.

He pumped into her mouth as she stroked herself faster and harder. She was so excited it wouldn’t take much for her to come. Her mouth involuntarily clamped down around him, giving him a little too much teeth as her pussy contracted. Orgasm rushed through her body.

That hint of violence must have excited him because he shoved his cock to the back of her throat as he spurted cum down her esophagus.

He pulled out, and before she had time to notice that he was still hard, he’d dragged her back to the head of the bed, spread her legs, and plunged inside. His cock was so big that for a minute she saw stars as her body struggled to adjust. It was a good thing she liked a bit of pain with her pleasure, or the agony shooting through her right now would have killed Nikolai’s Wolf

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her desire. She forced her vagina to relax. She could do this. It was just a matter of mind over matter.

After he entered her, he planted his arms on the sides of her, balancing on his forearms. She took advantage of her freedom and clamped her legs low on his thighs, restricting the depth of his penetration. He snarled at her, and she snarled right back. She was the one whose future ability to walk was being jeopardized.

He tried to pry her legs open. She reached up and grabbed him by the ears, dragging his face down to hers. “Do it, wolf-boy, and you won’t get any of this pussy. I’ll close my legs and leave you hanging.”

He stared at her, as though gauging her level of determination while trying to intimidate her into relenting by growling, showing plenty of fang. She gave an extrahard tug on his ears and squeezed her legs together, slowly forcing him out. He released her leg when he felt himself sliding out, eyes narrowed in disbelief.

She smiled wickedly and relaxed her legs. “Good boy.” Rory growled again, eyes narrowed and focused on her curving lips, but said nothing.

He rotated his hips, working his way inside once again. Her arousal increasing with each stroke of his cock, Shayla opened her legs and allowed him complete access. He immediately took advantage. His thrusts became deeper, longer, and smoother until he was nudging against her cervix.

Shayla dug her nails into his back and shifted her legs until they were wrapped around his waist. She tilted her hips and raised her cradle, aiming for maximum penetration.

“Harder,” she demanded.

When he didn’t comply with her demands, she dragged her nails down his back, then bit him on the arm. “I said harder!”

He smiled at her savagely right before he came to his knees with his hands locked around her waist, lifting her hips onto his lap while keeping her impaled on his pistoning cock. With considerable strength, he hammered inside her.

Shayla purred. This is more like it. She let Rory have his way. His cock pounded against her cervix, sharpening her pleasure with a small bite of pain. Her legs tightened around him in a death grip, and her head thrashed from side to side on the mattress as a powerful orgasm ripped through her body. He fucked her through one orgasm right into another.

She was just coming down from the second when Rory suddenly lunged forward, teeth bared, gaze locked on her neck as his body began convulsing in release. She dropped her arm from his shoulder and managed to block him just in time, his teeth clamping down on her forearm.

“We can fuck all you’d like, but no marking,” she told him firmly, despite the pain she felt as his teeth broke the skin and dug in deep.

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Rory’s eyes narrowed in anger as he snarled, his lips and chin bloody from the blood flowing from the wound on her arm, but she’d stopped him from marking her. That was all that mattered. She felt a brief flicker of worry when he released her forearm, licked his lips clean, and then gave her a wicked grin.

What the hell was that about?

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Chapter Eight

Shannon shook like a person with palsy as each suctioning draw caused an answering contraction in her womb, prolonging her orgasm and propelling it higher. Vampire, she thought with the last remaining functioning brain cell that she possessed. Nikolai’s a vampire.

Her instincts screamed out warnings. There was something important…something she was supposed to remember, just beyond her reach…oh man, sex was good. Why had she resisted doing this for so long? She shook her head and tried to breathe through her mouth.