WithHerCraving (24 page)

“And if I do?” he dared.

She held her position. Her pussy was on fire and his cock
tortured her with its continual jerks. There was still too much material
between them.

“I won’t do this,” she teased, and moved her hand down his
body to the top button on his jeans.

Flicking it open with her finger, she continued staring at
him. He wasn’t moving but Jarvis was far from relaxed. He was an animal in a
man’s body, watching her, waiting for the precise moment when he would try to
overpower her.

If she struggled to breathe or began panting, if she showed
any sign of his magnificent body being her undoing, he would take over and fuck
her as he wished.

And God, she wanted that. Call it her breeding. Maybe it was
the predator that ran as powerfully in her blood as it did his. Katrin wouldn’t
relent in torturing herself. She would have her pleasure, and he would have
his. But she wanted it on her terms. Cariboo
lunewulf
, and Malta
werewolves for that matter, had reigned over their land, controlled the world
around them and dominated all those who lived in their presence. That blood,
that raw, untamed nature, ran as thick inside her as it did in Jarvis, in their
ancestors, and would in werewolves for centuries to come.

So yes, he would fuck her. She would demand it. But first,
she wanted the carnal pleasure of flesh against flesh. She wanted to explore,
claim and conquer all that was rightfully hers. Katrin grabbed the zipper on
his jeans and pulled it down.

“Stay,” she warned him, and wasn’t able to stop a grin.

Katrin scooted down his legs and grabbed his jeans at either
side of his waist. Then pulling with unleashed strength, she dragged his jeans
and boxers down his thighs. His cock sprang to life, immediately at attention
and causing her to look from his face to the hard promise of ultimate
satisfaction.

Jarvis growled. It vibrated through his body. Katrin felt it
under her hands. She looked up at his face. It was pinched in concentration. He
stared at her and moved to his elbows. Muscles constricted and bulged
throughout his body.

Katrin remained kneeling with his legs between hers. She let
go of his jeans, leaving them crumpled and him exposed. Unless she took time to
remove his boots, which she had no intention of doing, she wouldn’t be able to
take them all the way off him. Katrin had what she wanted. She leaned forward,
feeling the weight of her swollen breasts, until her nipples brushed against
the hair on his upper thighs.

“I’ll stay here all day for that.” The wicked grin on his
face returned to one of pure male satisfaction.

“Yes, you will,” she told him, and ran her tongue up the
length of his shaft.

Jarvis’ head fell back. The moan escaping his lips was all she
needed to hear to know he had fully surrendered.

Katrin breathed in his musky scent. It was pungent with
sexual arousal. She stroked him with her tongue, tasting his desire and growing
drunk on it. When she opened her mouth and filled it with his tip, he jerked
and almost knocked her off his legs.

“Still, my beautiful male,” she encouraged, then took him
into her mouth.

Jarvis reached for her. His hands were no longer aggressive.
He didn’t force her to remain where she was. Instead the soft stroke of his
fingers as he ran them over her head and shoulders proved as exhilarating as
when he’d fought with her. Her lips tingled as she sucked on his cock. Her
tongue continued tasting him. Every inch of her burned with an urge to fill
herself, take all he offered and demand more.

“Katrin,” Jarvis warned.

She hummed, enjoying how his satiny flesh moved along his
hard cock. He grew in her mouth until she couldn’t take him without gagging.
Katrin took him in her hand and continued stroking. She licked the tip of him
and tasted the beginning of his salty release.

“Katrin,” he said again, his voice sounding more desperate.

As much as she wanted him buried deep inside her pussy, this
power she had over him made it hard to stop. Her breasts brushed against his
thighs. She rode his legs, feeling them press between hers. Heat spiked to
unbearable limits. She throbbed and tingled with need so extreme her needs
overpowered her. If she could only reach that point, that ultimate spike where
her world would shatter, then she would fuck him.

“Enough!” Jarvis roared.

He came up off the floor in one fluid movement. Katrin
shrieked, grabbing at air in a futile attempt to maintain her balance when he
knocked her off his legs. As Jarvis came to his feet, he grabbed Katrin,
preventing her from toppling to the floor.

“Hey!” she complained. “I wasn’t done.”

“You’re right,” he informed her, his arms like steel as he
held her backside pressed against his virile body.

Jarvis prevented her from turning, escaping or fully
standing. He held her with one arm and made quick work of pulling his boots off
with his free hand.

“I’m not done either.” Jarvis straightened, keeping her
pinned. “And as always, I mean to grant your every wish. You wanted flesh.”

He didn’t elaborate but pulled the loose-fitting sweatpants
down her body. Katrin had no intention of fighting him. She stepped out of them
and again tried turning to face him.

“I need inside you now,” he told her and nipped at the back
of her shoulder.

She wasn’t able to turn but reached out to steady herself
when he pressed against her back and forced her forward. His dick slid between
her legs and nestled in her soaked folds. Katrin grabbed the edge of the table
and closed her eyes, content to relish the sensations. She arched her back and
moved her ass, urging his cock inside her.

“You smell as incredibly beautiful as you look,” he rumbled.

“You—” She was cut short when Jarvis slid deep inside her.
“Fucking tail!” she howled.

Jarvis didn’t hesitate. He delivered as promised. His cock
impaled her, filling her with a solid thrust until he was buried to the depths
of her core.

Katrin scraped her fingernails over the top of her new
table. She didn’t care. Nothing mattered other than riding out the electrifying
currents that tore at her insides as Jarvis released and thrust again. The slap
of flesh against flesh, the thickness of lust clogging the air, the continual
rise and near reach of her peak were all her brain could handle.

“Jarvis! God! Yes!” Katrin cried out, her pleasure exploding
before her eyes when he hit that spot deep inside her.

“My sweet little werewolf,” he rumbled close to her ear.

His breath scalded her flesh. Her skin was on fire. Every
inch of her seemed oversensitized as she rode out the storm he’d created inside
her.

When she blinked to clear her vision, her cheek was pressed
flat against the tabletop. Long strands of drying hair clung to her back and
draped over her face. Her arm felt limp when she moved it and slowly eased her
hair away so she could see.

“More,” she gasped. “In a minute.”

Jarvis laughed and picked her up, turned her around and
plopped her down on the edge of the table.

“I had meant for us to christen our new bed,” he whispered
and leaned in to catch her lower lip with his teeth.

His skin was moist and warm. Katrin focused on his chest and
shoulders as she glazed him with her fingertips. “Good idea.”

“So is this.” Jarvis grabbed her hips and pulled so her ass
was almost off the end of the table.

“Jarvis!” she cried out, falling backward so her elbows hit
the fresh wooden surface. “My new—”

“I’ll build you another one.” He spread her legs apart and
pressed at her entrance. “Look at me.”

Katrin rested on her elbows and stared down her naked body
at his. Her breasts were round and swollen and her nipples hard and sensitive.
Her belly rose up and down as her insides quickened and her breathing picked
up. Her gaze traveled down her own body to where Jarvis stood between her legs.
She breathed in a fresh wave from the scent of her come when his cock danced
eagerly against her already-soaked pussy. Moisture trickled down toward her
ass. Its smell created a new rush of desire inside her.

“My little bitch, look at me,” Jarvis repeated.

“I am,” she said, but then dragged her attention up his
body.

Her gaze got stuck on the sprinkle of blond hair glistening
at the center of his chest. Jarvis was so muscular. He was the perfect male
specimen. And he was her male. It was more than just his physical body,
although that in itself damn near had her panting. Her breath came in short waves
as she stared at his body.

Jarvis chuckled as his dick slipped just inside her. She
gasped and shot her attention to his face. Katrin almost cried from the love
she saw there. When she inhaled again, she wanted to hold on to their combined
scent. It was an arousing aroma the two of them made together, laced with the
clean smell of their love for each other.

“Don’t look away.” As he spoke, he slid his cock deep inside
her.

His thrusts weren’t aggressive this time. Katrin watched the
strain on his face and the tightness of his body when he slid with precise
movements deep into her heat, then out until he almost left her empty. His
lovemaking brought the pressure back, starting first deep in her womb then
spreading until she damn near burned alive with it.

Jarvis stared deep into her eyes as he fucked her. They were
the color of a deadly storm. As dangerous as her werewolf was, it was that
danger that excited her as much as the wonderful scent of his love. Katrin
barely caught her next breath when she drowned in the power emanating from
them.

“Smell how soaked you are,” he whispered, his voice tight
and his body rigid as he kept up his torturously slow pace.

“I feel how soaked I am.” She also felt the heat escaping
from inside her. It burned her thighs and trailed down toward her ass. She
ached, once again, for her next orgasm. “Fuck me faster. Please.”

“Watch me.” He didn’t build up speed.

Jarvis let go of her legs and braced his arms on either side
of her. When he leaned into her, his cock pressed lower. New sensations robbed
her of all thought.

His mouth melded with hers. Jarvis had skills when it came
to kissing that matched his ability to fuck. His lips moved with a sensuous
passion that was her undoing. She opened for him and their tongues swirled in a
dance it seemed she had always known.

Jarvis impaled her mouth and moved deep inside her pussy at
the same time. Katrin lost her breath. She grew lightheaded and swore the table
disappeared from underneath her. Suddenly she was floating. No, flying. Or was
it falling? Her brain was on fire and thinking distracted her from the erotic
pleasure exploding inside her. She gave up trying.

Whether Jarvis made her come with his kiss or by fucking her
didn’t matter. Katrin cried out into his mouth as her world split in two and
shards of what used to be pent- up need shot through her. Never had she come
like this. She smelled it as the truth the moment her come soaked his dick. It
was pungent, yet sweet. She breathed in the heady scent and continued floating
in this place she wasn’t sure she wanted to return from. Jarvis did things to
her that she didn’t know were possible. He challenged her body, enticed it, and
adored it until she fell in pieces around him.

“I want to fuck your ass,” Jarvis whispered.

Katrin hadn’t come down from her orgasm yet. She heard him
but was enjoying her aftermath too much to focus on his words. He kissed her
cheeks, her lips, then rose up and stared at her.

Katrin blinked, surfacing with the table underneath her once
again. The smell of their lovemaking was so strong it robbed her senses of
experiencing anything else. She waited for his words to sink in. She should
tense, suddenly worry, anticipate pain she’d heard came from that type of sex.
When she focused on him, the intensity of his gaze made her insides swell with
need for more. He’d given her every pleasure imaginable. Now he offered yet
another way to enjoy sex. Katrin’s insides sizzled at the thought of
experiencing something new.

Jarvis pulled out of her. At the same time he lowered his
head and took her nipple in his mouth.

“I—” she began but there were no words.

Heat soared through her. His mouth performed magic. He
wrapped his lips around her nipple but instead of nipping or sucking until
everything inside her tightened and screamed for release, this time she melted.
It was as if molten lava covered her. Jarvis moved to her other breast. Her
hands were on his head, her fingers tangling in his hair, and she hadn’t
remembered putting them there.

“Your body is ripe for it,” Jarvis whispered, and looked up
at her as he began planting kisses between her breasts, then moving lower.

“I’ve never…”

“I’ll be your first,” he said, still holding her gaze. “Your
only.”

“Always.” She watched him continue kissing her.

When he reached her pelvic bone, he licked her bare flesh,
stopping just before he reached her clit.

“I want to experience it with you,” Jarvis whispered and
lowered his face to latch on to her clit.

Katrin grabbed the edges of the table. She arched her back
and howled. Her eyes rolled back in her head. The most sensitive part of her
body, and he’d just claimed it. There was no controlling the intensity that
ripped her wide open.

“Yes. I’ll try,” she managed to gasp. There wasn’t any way
anything would be more explosive than what she’d already experienced.

“The table.” Jarvis had moved lower and meticulously licked
her pussy. He glossed over the inside walls, cleaning the come from her soaked
flesh.

It took a moment for her to understand why he’d just
mentioned the table. Katrin held on to either side of it and her nails were
still extended. She’d put grooves in the wood and hadn’t noticed.