Zurlo, Michele - Riley [Daughters of Circe 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (4 page)

Soren met her questing gaze with a steady determination, and she knew he understood what she felt. “Mine,” he growled. He withdrew and buried himself in her again. “Mine.”

Riley drew her knees up as high as she could, allowing him complete access, and hung on to his shoulders. She rocked her hips to meet his thrusts. The tension coiling deep inside imploded when faced with the inferno he generated. Shock waves rolled through her body, a precursor to a kind of orgasm she’d never before experienced. In the past, the little waves of pleasure had always lapped at her afterward, not before.

High-pitched squeaks ripped from her throat. She didn’t worry about what she must look like with her wild hair and wild behavior. These things could only appeal to the wolf in him, and she wanted to seduce the wolf as much as the man. Maybe he did claim her, but Riley was no shrinking violet. She claimed him as well.

The fingers she dug into Soren moved, searching for a more secure grip. They flew over him frantically, unable to find what she needed. At last, he captured her hands. Wrapping one hand around her wrists, he held her hands high above her head. This new position stretched her body and forced her to surrender even more to him.

She hooked her heels behind his knees and rolled her hips to make sure each thrust pounded against the tight bundles of nerves around her clit. Her body spasmed and shuddered, turning to liquid. Cream gushed from her pussy fast and hard, and she lost the ability to move.

Soren withdrew from her pussy. It pulsed and pounded harder, seeking the return of his cock. She felt empty without that connection.

The world turned upside down. Riley protested the altered position. She lacked the strength to raise her head from the mattress. Soren turned her face so that she could breathe. He lifted her hips and bent her knees to raise her ass in the air. If he hadn’t continued to hold her up, she would have flopped to the side.

“Soren, can we rest for a bit?”

“No. I need you relaxed like this so I can finish claiming you.” His voice came out in a ragged growl that sent a fresh surge of juices to drip from a pussy she knew he didn’t plan to use.

A whimper of anticipation and need mixed with fear. She knew the next way he would claim her, and she wanted it badly. “You’ll go slow, right? I’ve never done it like this before.”

His fingers dug into her hip and she knew he fought for control. “I’ll be as gentle as I can, Riley.”

* * * *

Taking care of his female had been ingrained in his psyche since before he was born. Instinct made him want to claim, love, and cherish this woman. For his entire life, he had considered fornicating with humans one of the dirtiest forms of sex in existence. Then he met Riley, and he knew she represented the highest ideal he could ever attain. Within five seconds of meeting her, he knew petty things like species didn’t matter. She was meant to be his.

He hated the compulsion that led him to kidnap and hold her hostage. Seeing her hurt and angry had led him to place a charm on her to make her think she wanted to be there with him. He couldn’t stand to see her upset. If she was any other human, he would have just locked her in the dungeon, completely dismissing any distressed emotions she might display.

He had gained very small solace from his deception of her. All along, he’d known it would end. Killing her sister would set her against him forever. Thank goodness Torrey had killed the demons controlling him. She’d saved his sanity and his soul.

The smooth, rounded ass in front of him represented his whole world. He’d left his village and the only home he’d known to search for Riley, and he had no intention of returning. His priorities had inexorably shifted. Now that he had found his mate, he would devote the rest of his life to building a family and a home with her.

He ran one palm over her cheek. The musk of her arousal filled his senses and inflamed his desire. Hooking his fingers around her hips, he parted her ass with his thumbs. His cock bobbed and jerked, demanding to breach the puckered rosette nestled between those perfect half-moons. Though he had come in her pussy, his cock hadn’t softened. Soren took pride in his ability to stay hard for hours.

She whimpered again, making one of the sweetest sounds ever to reach Soren’s ears. Thick cream from her pussy coated his cock, the best lubricant on the planet. He positioned the swollen tip of his cock at her anus and pressed forward. She clenched, blocking his access.

He petted her lower back. “Breathe out and relax, honey.”

“It’s going to hurt.”

Bending over her body, he peppered kisses along her back and shoulders. “A little. Once we get going, you’ll forget all about this tiny pinch.”

She breathed in and out, but her body didn’t relax. Her muscles trembled and her body shook. He knew exhaustion and orgasm caused her reaction, not fear.

He moved his hands over her body, reaching underneath to pluck at her nipples.

Her body jerked, and a low moan hissed from between her lips. “Soren, do you have to do it this way?”

“No,” he said even though he wanted to say
yes
. Yes, this was necessary. His wolf demanded to know her this way.

She laughed. “Liar.”

“Yes,” he said. His hands never stopped moving in their attempt to soothe and arouse her. “But I won’t force you, honey. I need to dominate you right now. I need to make you mine, but I would never force you.”

“If I ask you to stop, will you?”

He growled, the wolf inside growing impatient. “I can stop now or I can stop when I’ve finished with you. I can’t guarantee I can stop in the middle, honey, so make your choice now.”

His cock twitched against her tissues and her entire body shuddered. “No, don’t stop. I want you this way.”

She pressed back against him with such ferocity that his head disappeared through the tight ring. Her little virgin hole squeezed him. She cried out with a mixture of pain and pleasure. Using all his willpower, he refrained from moving.

Her back arched and her body bucked, driving him deeper into her heat. “Soren, I need more. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

Sweat beaded his brow and ran down his spine. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

She reared up, pressing her back to his chest and wrapping her arms around his neck. “It pinches and burns a bit, but it doesn’t hurt. It feels fucking wonderful and I think I’m going to come really fast. Please don’t stop.”

Soren rolled his hips, driving his shaft into her completely. She arched, pressing her ass closer to beg for more. He ran his hands up the front of her body. “I’m all in, honey.”

Her hard nipples poked into his palms. He moved so that they grazed his wrists and arms. The little pebbled peaks created hot paths along his skin and soothed the beast inside that demanded he ride her ass fast and hard.

While he amused himself with her breasts, her hand slipped down to play with her clit. Soren groaned and wished for a mirror so he could watch her masturbate while he pumped his cock into her sweet, tender ass. He pushed her forward until her upper body rested against the sheet. One hand stayed on her clit.

“That’s it, Riley, keep doing that.”

He withdrew until his mushroom tip pressed outward against her sphincter. Hesitating only a second, he plunged his full length into her. Between her legs, her hand worked faster. Finally, he surrendered to the instinct that drove him to claim this woman. He pounded into her. Each thrust elicited a high-pitched shriek of pleasure, a sound he found strangely addictive.

She came hard. The muscles of her vagina contracted, pulsing through her rectum, ass, and thighs. Unable to survive such an onslaught, Soren came. His balls drew up and hot semen shot from his tip. Though he wanted to keep pumping into her, the need to mark her triumphed. He withdrew midway through his orgasm to spray his ejaculate over the delicate skin of her back.

Her legs gave out, and he pulled her knees down so that she wouldn’t injure herself from landing in an awkward position. Now she belonged completely to him. He would care for her in all ways.

* * * *

Riley had never felt so thoroughly used and sated in her life. Her sister had commented on a werewolf’s stamina several times, but until this moment, Riley hadn’t understood exactly what that meant. Now she understood the dark circles that often appeared under her sister’s eyes. If this intense lovemaking were to happen regularly, Riley doubted she would ever have the energy to get out of bed.

The mattress dipped as Soren shifted and rolled from bed. She closed her eyes, too tired to care that his semen coated her back and dripped from her ass and pussy. A nap, she promised herself. First, a nap. Then she’d shower away all the body fluids.

A warm cloth roused her a bit. Soren wiped away evidence of his orgasm from her back. He left and returned several times. Each time, the cloth was a bit cooler. He rolled her over and spread her legs to clean her there. She had been about to protest the temperature of the cloth, but she found her swollen and hot tissues appreciated the coolness.

“You don’t have to do that.” Her voice came out soft and slurred. Enunciating wasn’t going to happen any time soon.

Soren pierced her with that teal gaze of his. “You’re mine, Riley. Mine to love. Mine to care for. The scent of my claiming will be evident to any wolf who thinks to make you his. It warns him that I will kill him for touching you. Leaving the fluids there is unnecessary and uncomfortable for you.”

Riley had no plans to sleep with any other wolf, so this possessive claim didn’t alarm her. She took in his long, naked body seated on the bed next to her. “Will you stay the night?”

He chuckled. “Dawn is nearly here. I’ve already stayed the night.”

She opened her mouth to argue with him, but he pressed a fingertip to her lips. She inhaled the soft scent of her hand soap.

“I’m not leaving, Riley. Not ever.”

The alarm bells that should have sounded were curiously silent. She dug her elbows into the mattress and pushed into sitting position. “Soren, I’m not asking you for forever. I probably shouldn’t have slept with you at all, but I couldn’t help it and I can’t bring myself to regret it. But you kidnapped me.”

His lips pressed together. “You require a daily apology? Fine. I can do that. I’m sorry, Riley. I’m not that man anymore. If you let me, I’ll spend the rest of my life proving that to you.”

She ran a hand through her hair. Exhaustion chased away the tumult in her thoughts. At her core, she didn’t want him to leave, and that was all she could think about. She tugged at his hand to pull him closer. “Let’s get some sleep.”

Chapter 2

The hiss and crackling pop identified bacon moments before the scent drifted into her bedroom. Riley turned and planted a palm on the mattress. Every muscle screamed in protest, but she forced herself to ignore the soreness. She had to go to work soon and make her clients feel the way she wished someone would make her feel, especially after a night with Soren.

Once inside the bathroom, she raised her arms above her head to stretch the kinks from her back and shoulders. Bending down, she applied the same therapy to her lower back, ass, and thighs. Soren had given her quite a workout, something she hadn’t done in any way, shape, or form in several months.

The warm spray of water eased her tension a bit. As she lathered soap over her breasts and stomach, the bathroom door opened and closed.

“I made bacon and eggs, honey. They’re warming in the stove for when you get out of here.”

Riley shook her head at the tone in his voice that belied his domestic act. He wanted an invitation into the shower.

Before she could decide on a way to answer him, or even whether she wanted to invite him into the shower, the curtain drew back and he stepped over the rim of the tub. His arms closed around her middle, and he buried his face in her neck. The heat from his body made the hot water seem cool.