Lunewulf Law Page 15

  “Damn. Oh shit.” She thrust her hips up, pushing her pussy in his face while her legs clamped against either side of his head. “Nik!” she cried out.

  He lifted her higher, loving the way she said his name while he feasted on her. Running his tongue from her clit down to her ass, he pulled her flesh apart farther with his fingers and tortured the tight little hole with his tongue, feeling her quiver against his touch. Muscles that had never been teased, never been touched by another, jerked against his intrusion. He rimmed her asshole, knowing it would be so damned tight when he fucked her there.

  “I can’t wait any longer,” he whispered against her soaked flesh, talking to himself as much as to her. “I’ll go mad if I don’t fuck you now.”

  “You’re going to make me your bitch,” she whispered, saying the words with reverence. “There’s no turning back after this.”

  Her words hit him as she voiced the meaning behind the act. The age-old tradition, honored still by any lunewulf who believed in the strength of the pack, of what made them the most powerful creatures on earth would be played out now. They would be united forever. Werewolves didn’t believe in divorce.

  When he lifted his head she was studying him, her gaze heavy with lust and with the love he’d seen glowing in her so many times before. Now it almost made her entire expression light up the darkness surrounding them.

  Her blonde hair tangled around her face. Her blue eyes streaked with silver. Then her mouth puckered, almost turning into a pout. Her scent changed. Worry and fear clouded her pretty face. He’d taken too long to agree with her.

  “My sweet little lunewulf bitch. Sophie.” He lifted himself over her, needing to kiss that worried expression off her face. “You’ve been my bitch for years. We didn’t need a ceremony to confirm that. Tonight, now, we will consummate what we already have. You will be my bitch forever. And I will be honored and thrilled every time I bring you my kill.”

  She gasped, a warm shade of pink making her cheeks glow as a slow smile spread across her face. He’d said what she needed to hear, and more than that, what they both already knew.

  “I’ve wanted this for years,” she whispered.

  “I won’t let you down,” he promised her. “Your happiness will mean more to me than anything else for the rest of my life.”

  His cock burned with fever to prove himself to her. It was time to make sure she knew that she belonged to him first and foremost. He pressed his cock against her soaked pussy, instantly feeling her heat burn through him. She opened her mouth to cry out, and he captured her gasp with his lips, pressing them against hers. Her tongue darted out but then retreated just as quickly.

  Her shyness mixed with boldness excited him. The eagerness of her body filled the air around them with its luscious scent. Hot and ready. Her mouth was sweet, the lingering taste of the beer she’d drunk mixing with a heady taste that appealed to him. He fucked her mouth with his tongue, lost in the desire to pound her pussy.

  Sophie broke the kiss with heavy breaths. “Fuck me, Nik,” she whispered huskily. “I’ve waited forever for this.”

  So had he.

  Drenched and ready to be his bitch, she would fuck him, give him what no other male would ever have—her first experience.

  She was so tight as he slid in…so fucking hot…he knew he would lose his mind buried inside her.

  “God. Sophie.”

  Control. He had to maintain control or he would change while inside her. She called out every primal instinct he had, every carnal desire that had ever burned inside him.

  Her heat devoured him, igniting every inch of him in flames, drawing out the predator from his soul.

  “Mine, Sophie.” Molten fire scalded his throbbing cock. She felt so fucking good. “You are mine!”

  She tensed briefly, reminding him to keep his movements slow, and looked up at him with wide, beautiful eyes.

  “Tell me if I hurt you, my bitch. Please.” He slowed until he almost didn’t move, fighting the blood that filled his shaft, drained through him until he was dizzy.

  He ran his tongue over her bare shoulder, tasting the salt on her skin and the fresh scent from the outdoors.

  “Don’t stop, Nik. Please. I’ve needed this for so long. Fuck me now. Please.”

  Her cries echoed through his feverish mind, adding to the chaos of his enraptured senses. Nik arched his back, his bones aching to grow and change. His heart pounded in his chest and blood flew through his veins at a dangerous speed. While he lowered his gaze, focusing on her, he slowly picked up speed, creating a rhythm that felt so incredibly good, he’d do it for hours if he believed she could handle it and if his need to come didn’t weigh so heavily inside him.

  Her body glistened with sweat, her belly rising and falling as she panted. As he picked up momentum, the way her breasts jiggled stole his breath. He lowered his head, capturing her nipple between his teeth, and scraped the sensitive, puckered flesh, then bit down while burying himself deep inside her.

  This is where he’d wanted to be forever, needed to be—where he fucking belonged. God her pussy was better than changing, felt more incredible than anything he’d ever experienced in his life. She fit him like a tight, hot glove, her muscles clinging and vibrating around him while her come soaked his balls and allowed him to move even deeper inside her.

  Sophie grabbed his shoulder and dug in with her nails. The quick pain heightened his senses, calling forth his need to dominate, claim and control. She ran her legs up his sides and then wrapped them around him, holding on to him while taking all that he had to offer.

  Rational thought left him. He had waited so damned long for this. He impaled her pussy, thrusting hard and fast and creating a friction that burned him alive. Muscles twitched inside his body, every inch of him turning harder than stone while he fucked her hard, fast, thoroughly. He fed off the warm scent of her growing orgasm, gliding in and out of her.

  “Nik. Help me. The pressure…” She didn’t finish her sentence, but instead stiffened, staring wide-eyed at him when another orgasm tore through her.

  So tight. And although he wanted her ass, her mouth, her pussy—his pussy—clenched around him, milking him, he quit fighting and his orgasm ripped him apart. Nik threw his head back and howled, growling into the night, announcing to all the world that their souls had united, binding them together, mating them for life.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Nik held himself above her while his cock remained swollen and buried deep inside her. His scent enveloped her, strong and dominating yet caressing her at the same time. He’d tried to be gentle, yet he’d just about split her in two. Fire burned her alive inside, settling between her legs where she throbbed hard. Her pulse pounded with a steady beat in her pussy.

  Emotions ran rampant inside her too quickly for her to understand. Fear and excitement, a thrilling peace and a terrified reality. Mated for life. She loved him. Her life now was forever changed. No longer was she a single bitch. She didn’t answer to Grandmother anymore, but to Nik. Would she make him happy? Would he please her? And her other mates. She had to fuck them too. Trepidation mixed with her elation and twisted unpleasantly in her stomach. It was more than she could handle.

  Her heart hammered in her chest, matching the beat that pounded around his cock. Her bones stretched, muscles rippling and contorting around them. Veins thickened while blood raced and called forth the beast inside her.

  I’m no longer a virgin. Not that she’d been proud of the damned title. But now she knew sex, had experienced orgasms ripping her in two. In spite of the heat that burned inside her, she craved it again already. But at the same time, she worried that if she loved it this much with Nik, she might enjoy it just as much with her other mates. What if that pissed Nik off?

  She couldn’t turn back and she couldn’t alter the future. Tradition dictated that when she fucked a werewolf, it bonded them for life. Nik belonged to her. She belonged to him. It was done.

  So many thoughts bomba
rded her at once. They would have to tell Grandmother. Nik would come for her. She would move into a den with him. The den she grew up in, had been whelped in, would no longer be her den. Everything would change now.

  But those thoughts paled next to the onslaught of her newly fucked body. Her pussy burned, was stretched and swollen, satisfied yet aching. Every nerve ending in her body ached and tingled. Excitement and fear wrapped around her and she knew Nik smelled them as easily as she did.

  She stared into his smoldering gaze. “I am your mate,” she whispered, but her words came out garbled. She’d begun the change, and her mouth had stretched, unable to enunciate the words that she ached to voice.

  Sophie looked up at Nik, so gorgeous and in control. Those dark blue eyes watched her, protected her. He smiled, leaning down and kissing her nose and then slowly pulling out of her. His cock had receded to its normal size, the swelling that was natural after having sex going down far enough for him to slide out of her without hurting either one of them.

  But as he lifted off her, the cold night air didn’t attack her flesh. White fur sprouted through her skin. Rushing blood inside her created a ringing sound in her head while the sweet pain of the change consumed her body. There wasn’t a more pleasurable experience in the world than releasing the restriction of human hesitation, giving in to her more carnal and pure side and letting emotions give way to instinct.

  Bones altered, popped and grew stronger as muscles changed inside her, the physical part of her metamorphosis making her more powerful, aggressive and full of life. All the worries and fears that filled her mind gave way to the simpler, clearer way of thinking as she completed the change.

  Sophie rolled over, hurrying to her feet, wanting to dance under the moonlight and celebrate her mating. Life is perfect now. Nik and I are one! She wanted to celebrate with her new mate, race across the meadows and feel the rush of wind in her coat. But fucking had left her weaker than she realized. Her legs wobbled underneath her and she fell to her side before she could stop herself.

  Either Nik sympathized with her inability to prevent the change or he deemed it a good idea for them to be in their fur.

  He grabbed her clothes and twisted them into a rope knot. Had a human witnessed the intimate moment, they would have been stunned, terrified that this man so casually tied the clothing around the lunewulf’s neck.

  “You are just as stunning in your fur as you are in your flesh,” Nik whispered, securing her clothes like a collar around her throat. “You no longer need an escort to run. My mate will run by my side, protected and cherished as we enjoy our time alone together.”

  Quickly tying his own clothes around his neck, he allowed the transformation from man to lunewulf to take over. She lay on her side, in awe of his glorious body as he changed. There wasn’t a single flaw. Muscles bulged and stretched, altering in shape until he fell to all fours. She completely forgot about the pulsing energy coursing inside her and opened her mouth, panting her appreciation.

  Every bitch in the pack will envy my catch. You’re truly amazing.

  He moved over her and took the back of her neck in his mouth, his long, powerful teeth pressing against her hide as he held her until she could stand on her own.

  After a minute she had her strength and he let go, licking the moist hair where his mouth had just been. Chills rushed over her at the roughness of his tongue and instantly her throbbing increased, becoming a raw and powerful need between her legs.

  Nik nudged her and at the command of her mate, she pranced at his side when he took off at a slow trot. She moved eagerly alongside him, working to keep up with his long strides.

  Come matted the moon-colored hair along her inner thighs. She was all too aware of Nik’s powerful body running alongside her, of his strong alpha scent permeating the air and tickling her nose. Muscles rippled under his thick white coat, creating waves of motion that reminded her how hard he’d made her come.

  Desire lanced her insides. She wanted his cock inside her again already. Her pussy ached, but there were other things they could do. He’d mentioned them already, and images tortured her mind while she moved quickly to keep up with him. She could suck his cock, lick her come from his shaft and taste their mingled juices. Or he could take her ass—an act so raw, so carnal, that her heart pounded too hard in her chest thinking about it.

  They raced alongside a roaring creek and danced under the moon while chasing each other around rocks and large boulders. Sophie couldn’t remember a better night, her time with Nik so perfect that she never wanted this moment to end.

  They were mated, bonded for life, committed to live the rest of their days by each other’s side. She didn’t dwell on the stringencies of their pack, of what lay ahead for them. Right now it was simply her and her male. She truly understood the meaning of perfection.

  A V-shaped line of geese honked above them and Sophie threw her head back and laughed, howling at the night. Nik pressed into her, almost knocking her over, and growled his satisfaction.

  I don’t ever want this moment to end. She looked up into his silver eyes, at the broad structure of his jaw. His white fur glowed against the backdrop of black sky. She rubbed against him, then ran her tongue over his coarse, thick hair. He growled, the rumbling inside him vibrating through his entire body.

  You’re as happy as I am. If only it could be the two of us forever.

  His look changed when he lowered his head and stared her in the eye. She saw his confidence, his determination and intelligence. But the passion that made his gaze glow, his silver eyes sparkle like rare jewels, sent a flood of heat rushing inside her. He lowered his head farther, sniffing her body until he reached her backside.

  Sophie’s back legs trembled when he inspected the moisture still seeping from her pussy. His large head was hard as a rock when he shoved against her, and she fell to her side willingly. Offering her belly, rolling over and spreading her legs, the smell of his pride and incredible happiness made her heart swell.

  She almost jumped off the ground when his long, thick tongue stroked her sensitive flesh. Slowly and deliberately, he licked her pussy, cleaning their come from her, while his eyes drifted shut and a look of peaceful contentment softened his expression.

  The hard ground underneath her hardly affected her as his tongue worked magic on her pussy. She trembled, her flesh so sensitive and his tongue rough yet gentle at the same time.

  Nik stood over her, his head lowered, his focus intent on his task while he cleaned her thoroughly. Fresh come seeped from her while she ached to reach for him, hold his head in place and beg him never to stop. But her paws wouldn’t work that way, her front legs unable to reach for him.

  Instead she let them relax, or tried to, while her body tensed and jerked under his continual stroking.

  Nik growled his pleasure and she shivered, a pressure growing inside her that quickly took over her ability to focus. All she could do was dwell on the way he made her feel. Her pussy swelled and her eyes rolled in her head while she panted for more.

  Don’t ever stop. Please. That is so damned good. She growled her pleasure, letting Nik know the only way she could how wonderful he made her feel.

  He dipped his long tongue inside her, and his sharp teeth scraped over her soaked flesh. A quick sensation rushed over her and she jumped. Nik’s low growl relaxed her instantly. He moved his tongue in and out of her slowly, his teeth continuing to press against her. But she relaxed. Nik would never hurt her, not in any way. He would kill for her just as she would for him. Their mating sanctified that commitment between the two of them.

  And that knowledge, along with the way he made her pussy quiver, brought the pressure inside her to a boiling point. She yelped when the dam inside her broke and wave after wave of intense pleasure flooded her system.

  Before she could stop herself, she jumped up and then immediately fell sideways. Her orgasm hit her too hard for her to control her actions. Nik looked up at her slowly, his shoulder blades archin
g in his back while he penetrated her with a very satisfied gaze.

  If she could have blushed, she would have. Her embarrassment flooded the air, mixing with the strong, rich aroma of her orgasm. Once again, their sexual play had caused her to react foolishly when she’d exploded. More than anything, she wanted to show Nik that she was a bitch of the world, excited about sex and eager to explore the many ways it could be enjoyed.

  His mouth opened and his long, red tongue hung to the side while he panted and watched her. His cock hung low between his legs, hard as stone and looking incredibly dangerous. As much as her pussy throbbed at the moment, she was sure she would pass out and never return if he impaled her with that thing right now. But at the same time, she couldn’t wait to experience fucking him in her fur. Tradition stood even stronger on the point that lunewulfs mated in their purest form would never be untangled.

  For a moment she worried Nik laughed at her, but his scent only smelled of pleasure and happiness. He didn’t mock her. God. She prayed that he didn’t. Slowly, she stumbled toward him, then brushed her head against his shoulder.

  Powerful muscles rippled and twitched under her touch. He nudged his head against hers, lowering it so they stared into each other’s eyes. Nik was so much larger than she in their fur. His strong and dominating presence made her tremble. But not from fear. More love than she’d ever known possible flowed through her. She opened her mouth, wanting more than anything to tell him how much she loved him, but there was no way to form the words right now.

  Nik’s eyes flashed like lightning crashing across the sky. His scent changed, growing muskier and intense. If this was the smell of his love, she adored how rich and masculine it was.

  He waited until both of them had caught their breath and then pushed against her, indicating they should head back. Already the horizon glowed a pale pink. The sun would rise soon. And even though they were on lunewulf land, in their territory, being outside in their fur during daylight could prove dangerous. Humans didn’t know about their boundaries and didn’t honor or acknowledge their existence. She fell in alongside him, matching his lazy stroll as they walked side by side across the untamed meadow, back to their pack and to the responsibilities that lay ahead of them.