Wild Hearts (8 page)

Coal slid his hands down the smooth contour of her back. He curved over the succulent globes of her ass, squeezed, and lifted her off her feet. She tore her mouth from his and arched her chest into his face, locking her ankles at the back of his waist. He dropped his mouth to her waiting breast, drew her flesh between his teeth and rolled her nipple around with his tongue. Her moans filled his ears. The musky scent of her sex invaded his nose and infiltrated every sensory organ in his body as her moisture cooled his skin just above his thrumming cock.

He bridged the distance between her breasts with leisurely kisses, using these small moments of tenderness to tamp his burning hunger and fully gain control of his wolf. He circled the base of her fleshy mound with brief sucking kisses, pleased by her reaction. Her fingers tightened in his hair, and she creamed some more, rocking her hips against his.

“Coal, please. I want you inside me. I need you inside me,” she whined thickly.

Coal groaned. The sultry tone of her voice snapped one of his carefully gathered cords of control.

He took her breast in his mouth, teasing her pearled nipple, allowing her to buck in search of enough friction to make her come. His teeth scraped her skin, and she muffled a cry.

 
His legs weakened as blood filled his overextended dick. He moved her to the picnic table, continuing to toy with her heavy breast as he grabbed the wool blanket from the bench and carelessly tossed it on the table.

Lifting his head from her lush flesh, the lingering taste of salt and sweetness dancing on his tongue, he grabbed her chin and lowered her face to his.

“You want me inside you? Do you think you can handle me?” he growled. Oh, he was losing the battle with the wild creature clawing against the inside of his spirit. He flicked his tongue out and licked her upper lip. Her eyes closed with a passion-charged sigh.

“Give me all of you.”

The raw heat of his burning hunger brought a primal sound to his lips. He lowered her ass to the blanket, but courtesy ended there. He shoved her toward the center of the table, snagged her ankles, and dropped her onto her back. Her eyes shot open, a wild look weaving through her euphoric gaze that clenched down around his heart.

He cast her a dark smile, cruising his hands up the creamy flesh of her legs. His eyes dropped to her glistening pussy, and he licked his lips, moisture seeping from the head of his cock. He wanted. He needed.

He took.

His mouth clamped down on her pussy, and she bowed skyward, crying out as he laved her clit with his tongue and opened her strained gates to bliss. A shiver of delight coursed through him as her nectar filled his mouth and his body. Christ, nothing tasted better than her.

Coal traced the folds of her labia, tremors riding through his woman. He slid one hand to his cock and stroked himself once, twice. He squeezed the base of his dick while he teased her convulsing opening with his tongue before probing deep into her sex.

Cream lathered his tongue. Her fingers tunneled into his hair, fisting and pulling, holding him against her core as he drank. No woman ever enraptured him like Shyla. She may be his mate, may be Jacy’s mate, but he never expected to truly love her.

Now, he would not let her leave. She belonged with him, whether it be talking, shopping, tonguing, or fucking. This was her home, and he was one of her men.

Claim her. Don’t wait
.

Coal listened.

He hopped onto the table, grabbed her hips, and drew them to his. Sitting back on his legs, he pressed the weeping head of his cock into the extremely tight opening of her sex, lifting his gaze to judge just how hard he could thrust by the look on her face.

Sexual shadows and mist filled her watching eyes. She bit down on her bottom lip, nostrils flared, ankles locking at his back.

Coal groaned as she forcefully impaled herself on his cock, rocking his vision and stopping his heart. Her whimpers drove the natural beast in him, the hot, silken sheath of her sex squeezing him with each met thrust. She was lava hot and slick, tight to the point he might have figured her to be a virgin.

“You have all of me, love.” He leaned over her, kissing the rapid pulse of her neck. He slid his cock out and pushed deep inside again, his balls slapping her ass and a tremor of white heat teasing him. “You’re hot and wet, and Christ, you feel incredible when you clamp down on my cock.”

“I’ve never…” Shyla’s forehead creased, and she bit back down on her lip. Coal kissed her closed eyelids, the tip of her nose, her chin.

“Never what, sweetheart?” He rocked slowly, absorbing her delight. “Felt this way before?”

“Been so…filled. You’re touching places inside me I…I…You feel so good.”

Coal’s lips tipped in a shadowed grin. The woman stroked his ego and his cock with forbidden pleasure. Her hands splayed over the planes of his chest. Her fingers cruised between the valley of his pecs, glided over his abs and rounded his hips. He hooked an arm under her knee, drawing her sinfully long leg over his shoulder and pounding even deeper. So deep he swore he couldn’t go any farther, the head of his cock hitting an untouchable place in a woman. Her depth matched his length, and he snarled with satisfaction.

They were a perfect fit, and she was his perfect woman.

Brushing the outskirts of her mind, seeking her thoughts and finding nothing comprehensible aside of the pleasure he delivered to her, the alpha wolf reared his dominant head.

“Did Jacy feel this good? Did he fill you as completely as I do? Did he fuck you and make you feel like nothing but a mass of charged nerves and bliss?” His questions came out demanding and thick with desire to hear her answers.

“No.” She angled her hips and drew him inside her hot canal. “Oh, oh. Yes. Right there. Right…Coal!”

Coal bristled as the silken muscles around his cock squeezed down. He kept his pace, rocking into her as her song of climax echoed into the night. The delightful pressure around his cock threatened release. Fuck, he wanted to come and spurt his liquid fire into her womb.

She was primed, heated, and fucking heaven on earth.

Shyla’s fingers lifted to his shoulders, and she pressed him over. Coal obliged, pulling her on top of him and guiding her weak, trembling body into a slow rhythm until she completely recovered.

“Sexy Shyla. You’re drowning every one of my senses in lust and awe.”

Coal licked his lips as his woman straightened up, gliding her hips against his. Her gaze locked on his, dark with heated passion. He slid his hands up her flat belly until he cupped her breasts.

A glint crossed her eyes, and he arched a brow. He dropped his elbows to the table and pressed up, watching the night-vision glaze coat her eyes. The white wolf she locked deep inside her rose to the surface.

Her strokes quickened. Coal lifted a hand to her neck and cupped her warm flesh. Her pulse raced beneath his palm, his own thundering heart matching hers. The desperate friction of her body against his cock made his balls tense as his brewing climax bubbled forward.

“Love, let me guide your wolf forth. Let me come inside you in your true form. It’ll be pleasure you’ll never forget.”

“It won’t hurt?” she asked. Her hips slowed, and he bit back a growl of protest, thrusting deep inside her. She whimpered, gripping his shoulders.

“How do I feel?”

“Sinful. Incredible. I never want you to leave.”

Coal smiled. Her confession reared the wild wolf inside him and made him determined to claim her as a wolf.

He eased her off his staff and rolled off the table. He grabbed her by the hips and picked her up with ease to reposition her. With her kneeling on the blanketed bench, her body splayed over the tabletop he spread her knees with one of his, snaked his arm around her waist, and impaled her from behind. He slid his fingers between her slick cleft and stroked her swollen clit. He stretched out over her, entangling his free hand with hers. He found her mouth and kissed her, his tongue mimicking each throttling probe of his cock.

“Feel me, sweetheart. Keep feeling me inside you as you disconnect your spirit from human form,” he rumbled. Shit, if he had any hopes of bringing this idea to light, her first shift would have to be quick. His mounting lava wasn’t going to stay barred much longer.

“Oh, God, Coal. I–I don’t know…ohhhh,” she whimpered, her gasping breaths robbing him of air as he kissed the cries of pleasure from her delicious mouth. His scalding release traveled upward as she contracted around him.

“That’s right, love. Come all you want, but listen to my voice. Reach inside your spirit, that separate part of your mind. A shadow of a creature. A living entity inside your body. Listen to the call…Ahhh, don’t squeeze me like that. I’ll burst now.” Coal drew out of her hot pussy and slid his tip over her clit to ease the pain in his groin until she changed. She pressed her rear into his hips, seeking him to fill her. “I’ll climb right back up once you’re in a fur coat.”

“Help me change. Now. I need you!”

“Your spirit. The call of the wolf. Do not restrain it. Let it come out. Woman, relax your muscles. I’ll change with you. Follow my wolf’s lead.”

He pressed his chin against her shoulder, closed his eyes, and instantly connected with her on a telepathic link. Keeping her enraptured in the promise of more pleasure with the teasing of his cock against her heat, he began to guide her.

“The shadow, Shyla. I sense it. Open yourself to that shadow, and let it consume you. Do not fight it,”
he urged. His own bones began to shift and change, joints popping and contorting. He issued the sensations across their link, allowing her to feel his changes and ignite her own for the first time.

Her body took to his silent command, and he heard the first sound of bone contracting, like twigs bending but not breaking. Fur grew out of his skin, dark and thick. He fed the image to her shadow, increasing his strokes on her clit and relaxing her mind enough to accept this newest instruction. She gasped as her arms began to alter and reshape. Pure white fur extended, a dazzling coat beneath the silver moon.

Coal opened his eyes as the scent of Shyla, sex and wolf, increased. Able to focus on the finer details of the woman transforming beneath him with his night-vision eyes and wolf-attuned senses, he allowed his body to completely change. Paws replaced his hands, a snout replaced his nose, and a wolf replaced a man. Casting the final transition in a mental picture, Shyla Smith followed his lead.

The internal satisfaction could not be measured. Coal hooked his paws on the shoulders of the breathtaking white beneath him—his claim—and pulled her off the table. She tried to spin around, but he gently grabbed the back of her neck between his powerful jaws, the silky white fur tickling his gums and his nostrils.

“Settle, love. You did wonderful.”

Shyla twisted to face him and yipped. He growled, still hanging on to her scruff. She craned her head and tried to snap at his neck, stumbling on her new legs until she plopped to the ground.

Coal pounced, climbing onto her back and pinning her shoulders to the ground. He shifted his lower body against her viciously swatting tail until he impaled her, holding himself deep inside until her entire body convulsed and her hind legs buckled. She dropped to her belly, whimpers and short howls drifting into the night.

“How does it feel now? Having your dominant male over and inside you like this?”

The contours of her inner canal differed, and he had to pound rougher inside her to gain the same pressure-bending pleasure he had before. His fervent fucking, however, brought her wave after wave of sexual bliss. Her submission was his physical proof.

Her lack of verbal response, as well as the tiny noises she made, was vocal proof.

Coal grunted. Liquid fire sped through his cock and exploded inside her womb. He panted, his vision shattering and his body shaking, as the intensity of his climax gripped him and threatened to drag him into a black void of pure, unimaginable ecstasy.

He collapsed on top of his white wolf, his lovely were, and licked the side of her snout. Her long pink tongue lapped back once, lacking any strength.

“Coal?”

“Yes?”

“I–I love having you in control. I…”

“You what, sweetheart?”

Shyla shifted her trembling wolf form onto her side and looked at him. He licked her silvery white snout again, coaxing calm into her while he fought to ease the spasms in his muscles.

“Help me change back. I feel awkward, and I want you to hold me.”

He nuzzled the side of his face against her soft fur, relishing the thickness of her coat and the heady scent of the wilderness mixed with their union. He wanted to curl around her and sleep beneath the night sky, the bright moon, and the dazzling stars. He wanted to protect her while she adjusted to this new form, her other half.

However, he understood her unease.

“Of course.”
He nudged her head with his nose and sidled against her, wedging one long front leg beneath her neck. “
Changing back should be easier than changing into wolf form. Your human counterpart is more natural to you and will challenge this part of your spirit until it becomes accustomed to it. All you must do is pull back the shadow’s veil and lock on to the comfort of your spirit. Go ahead. You’ll find the transformation surprisingly simple.”