Shameless Desire (The Outlawed Realm) (11 page)

She sank to her knees, pressing her face to his groin, smelling his male scent. His toes splayed, then curled. He dug his nails into his palms to maintain control.

Gwen stole it, licking his dark curls, running her soapy hands over the length of his cock, fondling his balls. They were so tight the pain of not having her became intolerable.

“Enough,” he gasped. “I have to be inside you.”

She shoved his hands away, not allowing him to pull her to her feet. “You will be,” she cooed.

The back of Kuma’s head hit the wall. He gasped at Gwen’s mouth on his crown. She tongued the small indentation at the top and moaned as though she loved the taste of his pre-come. He grunted at her licking his full length, not knowing how much more of this he could endure.

She stopped suddenly. Before he could ask why or order her to continue, she lifted his shaft and pressed her lips to his sac.

A moan of delight poured from him. He shot to his toes, then came right back down, his heels slapping the wet surface.

Gwen paid him no heed. She explored his right ball with her tongue, then eased it inside her mouth.

He mumbled words from his own language, telling her she had to stop. He needed to come inside of her.

Not understanding what he’d said, she persisted, tending to his right ball, then moved to his left, making his knees sag.

His body trembled uncontrollably. Kuma wasn’t certain how much longer his legs would hold him. Gwen didn’t appear to notice or care. With her hands on his ass, she released his sac and took his cock into her mouth.

It was beyond wet and amazingly hot.

Uncivilized sounds poured from him, proving his animal heritage. He pushed back to his toes and came down hard. His shaft slipped down Gwen’s throat until she had all of him inside, her nose touching his groin. An even rougher moan tore from him. He tried to catch his breath and failed.

She pulled at his buttocks, separating the cheeks, her fingers running between them, pausing on his anus.

Kuma clenched his teeth so hard they made a noise that told him they might break. He didn’t care. Wave after wave of pleasure flooded him at Gwen exploring his anus while moving his cock in and out of her mouth, her lips suckling his thickness, tongue licking the bumpy skin at the back of his crown.

Providing him with a glimpse of heaven. Just as she’d said.

Kuma came on a loud groan that turned to a bellow. He cursed himself for making so much noise, fearing he’d frighten her, but couldn’t help himself. The savage within him had to have its due.

The sounds he made continued to fill the small bath. His come spurted into her mouth. Gwen didn’t pull away as he’d expected. She drank his ejaculate and licked him clean as though she wanted far more.

Eager to give it, Kuma grabbed her arms and pulled Gwen to her feet.

Water dripped from her lashes. Damp hair clung to her forehead.

“I have to be inside you,” he growled, repeating what he had earlier.

She grinned. “You were—you will be again in a few…”

“What is it?” he asked when she didn’t finish.

Gwen frowned at his cock. “You’re still hard.”

That was a problem on this side?

“How’s that possible?’ she asked. “You came. I know you came.”

“Only once.”

Her brows shot up. “You have to come several times before you go soft?”

“No.” Was that a problem? “It doesn’t matter how many times I climax. It’s always several hours before I’m no longer able to penetrate a female.”

Her brows lowered. She slumped against him. “Aw, God, don’t play with me. Tell me this is really happening. That it’s not some sort of weird wet dream.”

He hadn’t a clue what she was talking about. However, her throaty tone and the way she ran her fingers over his nipple to his pit, stroking that dark hair, told Kuma all he needed to know. “It’s the way my kind are on E4.”

“You can do this for hours, huh?”

Kuma acknowledged her question with a deep, lingering kiss. She whimpered and moaned, her hands travelling his shoulders, torso, ass. Again, she separated his cheeks.

Not about to let her take charge again, he cupped her buttocks, using them to lift Gwen off her feet.

She tore her mouth from his. “Wait. I’m too heavy.”

She had no idea how little she weighed or the full extent of his strength. “Stop talking,” he ordered and claimed her mouth once more.

Slavishly, she accepted his tongue and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her legs around his hips. He took her easily, thrusting his cock into her juicy cunt, driving his full length inside, shuddering at how tight and hot she was.

Gwen flexed her inner muscles, creating more friction between them, telling Kuma how much she wanted him.

It was a gift he hadn’t allowed himself to hope for as this evening began. One he wasn’t about to waste.

He pounded into Gwen. Their bodies smacked into each other, the noise lewd, his feral desire for her threatening his restraint. His physical endurance and power was more than she could have imagined. Too easily, he could harm her, when all he wanted was to give pleasure.

Pulling his mouth free, he pressed his lips to her throat and licked her wondrous skin.

She made a soft, feminine sound that brought out more of his inner beast, along with tenderness from his human side. Kuma succumbed to those emotions as he’d never been able to on E4. There, strength, cunning and a thirst to kill had ruled his world so he, Zule and the others could survive another hour, another day.

In this place with Gwen, he felt welcome and safe. It wouldn’t last, he knew. Nor did he care to dwell on that, grateful for these few moments.

He kissed her again, with less caution than he had before, his hunger out of control. She matched it with her own, as fearless as the females on his side.

They made sounds that were more animal than human, their bodies straining with unfulfilled need. Closer, closer his climax came, as did Gwen’s. Kuma felt it in the way she clutched his shoulders and dug her nails into his skin to mark him.

He liked that.

He pumped harder, faster, giving her everything she desired and he had to have.

They came as one, groaning, panting, finally sighing.

Kuma gulped air. Gwen worked her muscles around his still-rigid shaft.

“Amazing,” she whispered. She dropped her head to his shoulder.

He stroked her back, enjoying how she clung to him for support. “Tired?”

“No.” She brushed her lips over his neck and gave him an open-mouthed kiss that sent more heat to his groin. “You? Even a little bit?”

Her acceptance of what he was, along with her passion, sustained him more than his genetic heritage. “Not until we’re through.”

As far as Kuma was concerned, that wouldn’t be until well past dawn.

Chapter Eight

The man was a freaking sex machine—rough and sensual—an untamed animal in the best sense of the word.

He struggled against his newest orgasm as Gwen soaped up his cock. He bitched and moaned as she insisted on washing the rest of him, wanting to touch every delicious inch.

“Quiet,” she ordered, stroking the hair beneath his arms, pressing her face to those dark, fragrant tufts.

He sucked in air and blew it out. “I thought you were going to wash me.”

In time. Gwen licked his underarms, tickling him, smiling at his deep laughter. She ran her soapy fingers over his torso and groin, down his thighs, between his toes. They curled. Bending down, Gwen kissed them.

Kuma whispered, “What are you doing?”

Gwen hadn’t the faintest idea. She’d never behaved like this with any other guy. With Kuma, submitting to and honoring him seemed as natural as breathing. “This is how we wash over here.”

“By kissing toes?”

She suppressed a giggle. “Yep.”

Back on her feet, she shampooed his beautiful hair, long, silky, thick. She might have bathed him all night, if he hadn’t put a stop to it.

“My turn to wash you,” Kuma insisted, once more using his body to trap Gwen against the wall. He soaped her breasts and the curls between her legs, lingering on each area while suckling her throat.

God, he was fucking good at this, a carnal god. Gwen gripped his hair and directed his mouth back to hers. Kuma filled her with his tongue, his stubbled cheeks scraping her skin. It was delicious pain, as needed to Gwen as her next heartbeat and the life-giving air flowing through her lungs.

She sighed in contentment as he went to his knees. He separated her soft folds and sniffed her sex.

Nice—oh.

He licked her again, then circled her clit with his tongue.

It was too much and not enough at the same time. Gwen pulled at his hair as he suckled her erect nub. She groaned, panted and wiggled within his grasp. He didn’t stop until she whimpered with her staggering climax, unable to withstand any more.

He continued anyway, licking her despite her protests until the water turned coolish. Back on his feet, he rested his forehead against hers. “Enough of this.”

Not bothering to towel them off, he carried Gwen into the bedroom with an ease that stunned her. She’d always been the big girl, too tall, not feminine enough. With him, she felt downright dainty.

The moment he had her on the mattress, Kuma stretched his body over hers. He smelled of her soap and shampoo with a hint of his natural musk…masculine, wild. She liked that the best.

Lacing his fingers through hers, he kept her hands to each side, lovingly restrained. His kiss was long and hard with absolutely no inhibition, just as she wanted.

Gwen sucked his tongue deeper into her mouth. She wrapped her legs around his lean hips. Her nipples jutted against his chest. Did he notice their hard peaks? Did that please him? Or was he concentrating on his still-erect rod between her legs, wanting entrance again?

Even though they’d gone past the point of being total strangers, and she hadn’t been a virgin for many years, this felt incredibly new to Gwen. It was as if she hadn’t understood the beauty of sex until now. For the first time in her life, she was with a man who was as much of an outcast as she was. Hunted on his side, unwanted on this one. Until now.

She fought to get her hands free of his grip. The moment he let go, Gwen wreathed her arms around his torso and pressed the pads of her fingers into his back, making certain to be careful when what she wanted was to rake him with her nails as she had earlier, behaving like some untamed night creature.

He must have understood her need, because he deepened their kiss, telling Gwen without words that whatever she wanted to do was all right with him.

Good, good boy.

She dragged her nails down his broad back, leaving new marks, making her claim. The thought excited Gwen beyond reason. Her tongue played with his for a few seconds more, until it failed to satisfy her mounting desire. Pulling free of his kiss, she pressed her mouth to his throat and suckled his skin. Marking him there too. Making him hers.

How long that would last, she didn’t know and wouldn’t allow herself to care. She had him for tonight. Who would have guessed such a miracle would happen?

On a growl, Kuma twisted his big body, releasing himself from her, though not before Gwen had given him some very impressive hickeys. Even in the subdued bedroom light, she saw the dark red stain on his neck and grinned.

Kuma returned her smile, then got right back to business.

“Hey,” she blurted, “what are you doing?”

“Rolling you to your belly.”

Gwen could see that. He’d done it so easily, she might as well have been a piece of paper he’d flipped over. Strong didn’t begin to describe his physical prowess. Tender didn’t come close to the way he touched her next.

With great gentleness, he positioned Gwen on all fours. With his hands on her inner thighs, he pushed them apart until he’d spread her, exposing her pussy. It ached with lust.

He rested his fingers on the small of her back, directing her to arch it and lift her ass.

Gwen did so without hesitation, fisting the sheets in her hands, prepared for anything.

Kuma brought back his hand and didn’t touch her again. His lengthening silence allowed her to notice the thumping rain and whipping wind. What was he doing?

She hazarded a peek and blushed like a schoolgirl who’d never heard about sex or men’s carnal appetites.

Kuma sat on his heels, staring at her openings, his expression intent, hungry as though he wanted to devour her.

“Fuck me,” she begged.

He blinked as though coming out of a triple X-rated fantasy. “Quiet,” he ordered. His gaze still explored her.

Her cunt tightened, craving his touch, wanting him inside. More moisture streamed from her sheath, readying her for whatever he had in mind.

He touched her soft folds. Gwen flinched. “Sorry,” she breathed. “I didn’t mean to—”

She stopped, then moaned as he circled her anus with his forefinger, probing it lightly. Would he take her there first?

She’d never allowed that with any man. She’d never trusted them not to harm her.

With Kuma, she yielded, inviting him to use her for their mutual pleasure.

He explored her anus, each touch registering in her cunt, exciting her further. The mattress shifted as he went to his knees and moved between her legs.

Gwen relaxed her body as well as she could, given her anticipation. Perspiration coated her neck. If he didn’t make his move soon, she’d be screaming at him to do—

He mounted her vaginally. In one hard, ruthless thrust, he was all the way inside. His fleshy balls tapped her body. His fingers headed for her clit and stroked it.

A riot of sensation shot through Gwen. Her head buzzed. She curled her toes and moaned, “God, yes. Don’t stop.”

He didn’t. With wanton desire, Kuma thrust into her as though they’d been doing this forever because they were bonded for life. That was how wolves behaved, wasn’t it? Staying with one mate.

If not for the guards on E4, he would have been with Zule tonight. Gwen wanted to feel bad for him and a woman she’d never know but couldn’t. Already, she wanted him too desperately, squirming in delight at his cock and fingers satisfying her. She was one moan away from climax when he stopped pumping, his hand falling away.