Craving His Virgin Mate (Poison Wolves MC Book 2), page 9
“I want to taste you,” she said, and licked her lips as she spoke.
He growled.
“Then take my dick out and suck it.”
Chapter Ten
Boyan was hanging on by a thread.
He had promised himself he wasn’t going to fuck Agatha. That he would enjoy her body, and show her everything, but that didn’t seem to be working. No, he wanted inside her.
His wolf was so close to the surface, and seeing her on her knees right now, mere inches from his dick, he struggled. This need to fuck her, to fill her stomach with his seed and completely take her, overwhelmed him.
He watched her intently, waiting for any sign that she didn’t want this or him. She reached for his boxer briefs and tugged them down. He kicked them off the last part, and then stood. His cock was already hard as fucking rock. It had been from the moment he’d entered the kitchen at the bar and watched her. Staring at her curvy ass, admiring the length of her body, thinking about her naked and spread out, waiting to take all of him. Her hands circled his length, and he reached out, wrapped her hair around his fist, and stared into her eyes.
“Don’t use your teeth.”
He had a feeling Agatha was a virgin. Again, this was all just a feeling. Her touch was untutored, natural, nothing planned or conniving. What Agatha did was down to her reactions, and he loved that.
She closed that short distance between them and then her lips circled his cock. Boyan tried not to close his eyes, but the pleasure was out of this world. She only took the tip of his cock to start and then, slowly, sunk on his length until he hit the back of her throat. He pulled back, but he knew he’d wanted to go deeper, to fuck her throat, to get her to take all of him, every single inch. She didn’t use her teeth, and she bobbed her head, sucking him in.
Boyan counted to ten to try and keep some semblance of control, but there was none. No control, no nothing. There was just pleasure, immense, immeasurable pleasure. He didn’t want to come in her mouth, though.
Another feeling consumed him of sinking his cock into her pussy, and filling her with his cum. He let go of her hair but not before he’d pulled her lips from his cock. He didn’t give her time to protest as he lifted her onto the sofa, spread her legs wide, and then proceeded to lick between the lips of her sex. She tasted so fucking good. So sweet and ripe, and he had to have more.
Sliding his tongue back and forth across her clit, she was still so sensitive from the last orgasm he’d given her, she wasn’t ready for a second. He took his sweet time, rocking back and forth, then around, then moving down to her entrance. When he finally took her, it would be with his dick. Tracing the entrance, he moved back up toward her clit, sucking the nub into his mouth, hearing her moans of pleasure.
That’s it, baby, come for me.
He grabbed her hips, holding her in place as he worked her clit, drawing her closer to orgasm.
“Please,” she said.
“Come for me,” he said, growling the words against her flesh. He took her clit into his mouth, using his teeth, not to cause any pain, but to heighten her senses. He wanted her completely wild, to be on cloud nine, unable to think of anything but him and the pleasure.
Not on the sofa. The thought ran through his mind and he stopped licking her pussy. Agatha protested, and he lifted her up into his arms, to which she seemed to freeze. Again, he didn’t mind, he carried her to the bedroom and didn’t waste any time. He placed her on the bed, and then was back between her thighs with the same instruction for her to come. He wanted her orgasm on his face, he wanted to drink her up.
“Boyan!” She screamed his name.
His command brought forth her second orgasm and as it did, he lapped it up, loving the taste of her. He held onto her hips, keeping her in place, as he worked every last piece of her orgasm out of her body until she couldn’t stand it any longer. Boyan stopped and kissed his way up her body, tracing his tongue toward her nipples. He circled the buds, going from one nipple to the next, then he reached between them, gripping his cock. He was so hard and Agatha was so wet.
Tracing his cock through her slit, he bumped her clit, seeing the pleasure was still very fresh. He did this for several thrusts, before he moved down toward her entrance, and then, without waiting, he slammed balls-deep inside her. He tore through the small flesh of her virginity, staking his claim on her, and loving it even as he hated her sharp scream of pain. The last thing he wanted to do was cause her pain.
Gritting his teeth, he tried to control his anger at himself. The wolf inside him, at her scream, retreated.
Fucking coward.
He wrapped his arms around her, keeping himself perfectly still in the tightness of her cunt, not daring to move for fear of hurting her. She was his whole fucking world.
“Boyan?” she asked.
“I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you.” He kissed the top of her head, then her cheeks, each one in turn, before going for her lips.
He was so angry for causing her pain. He kept his cock inside her.
Boyan was surprised by how hard he still was. Her cunt was incredibly tight. Closing his eyes, he waited, concentrating his attention on Agatha, waiting for the pain to subside or at the very least lessen. He didn’t have to wait long.
Agatha moved first. Her hips, tentatively, and then a little more, drawing her hips back, and working her pussy over his dick. He didn’t dare move for fear of hurting her again.
“Boyan, please?”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said.
“You’re not. Please, I want this. I need this.”
Boyan lifted and stared down at her. With his cock still deep inside her, he pressed her to the bed, keeping her legs wide open, making it impossible for her to move.
“I’ll be the judge of that,” he said.
Taking hold of her hands, he pressed them either side of her head, and then began to slowly pull out of her pussy, watching her eyes. He noticed they had a sharp bolt of amber at the very edges. Was that her wolf? Would Agatha have traits but not be able to turn into a wolf?
There were so many questions and then a slice of fear ran down his spine. What if he awakened her wolf? He slowed down his thrusts and Agatha groaned.
“Boyan?”
Her pussy tightened around him and he growled, low and deep in his throat. His wolf hadn’t come back. The furry bastard was more than likely licking his wounds in the recesses of his mind. The pleasure was intense.
He wanted to take it slow, to not risk bringing forth her wolf, but holding back was not going to work. Tightening his hold on Agatha, he held her to the bed and started to fuck her, in long, deep strokes, driving in and out of her. His name falling from her lips in a pleasured moan was the best kind of music he could hear.
Boyan felt the start of his orgasm as it tingled his balls, working up, and he slammed deep and hard inside her, feeling his release as it spilled from his cock into her waiting body. Of course, his wolf was more than happy now, but Boyan held the control. Like always.
Keeping his cock inside her, he moved lower on the bed, and kissed her hard, wrapping his arms around her as he did so. He didn’t want to let her go. The thought struck him quickly. This with Agatha wasn’t a quick fuck. It wasn’t about sharing a single moon together. His grip tightened around her, and he opened his eyes, staring past her shoulder, and trying to figure out how he was going to keep this human woman all to himself. It was impossible.
She would be in constant danger and not only that, would he be able to save her from her own wolf?
****
Boyan fussed a lot, not that Agatha minded.
First, there had been some deep kisses while he was still inside her. She didn’t know how long they lasted, but it was a long time. Of course, her stomach had chosen to growl and alert them both to the fact she was hungry. That had been embarrassing. Not quite as embarrassing as Boyan seeing the evidence that this was her first sexual encounter.
He had then gone into serious protective mode. He’d picked her up again. Whenever he did this, she was always a little anxious. What if he dropped her? She wasn’t a light woman, and so freezing in his arms seemed to do the trick, at least for now.
Boyan had taken her into the bathroom, ran a bath, along with salts, put her in the water, and disappeared. She had heard him pulling the sheets off the bed, and of course she had to wait for him to return to the bathroom. He then climbed into the tub, which he’d filled too much, and some of the water had spilled out. She got out of the bath, to try and clean up the water. Of course, Boyan got his own way, picked her up and placed her back into the bath. She rolled her eyes, but emptied some of the water out of the tub, and moved so Boyan had room to join her.
Agatha collapsed against him, chuckling. “You didn’t need to do any of this. I could have cleaned it up.”
“How come you’ve not been with other men?” he asked.
She lifted her head to look at him. “You want to talk about this?”
“I love that you’ve not been with anyone else and that makes you all mine.” He gripped the back of her neck and kissed her. “But I know you’re a beautiful woman. There had to have been plenty of human men who wanted you.”
She frowned. “Human men.”
“You’ve taken all the brain cells from my dick. Men.” He winked at her.
Agatha was starting to question his words. Pack and human were a bit strange to her. Who was she to talk about strange things, though? She had the ability to heal from a car accident without going to the hospital—that was strange.
“I’ve … I … it’s complicated.”
“Did you live in a place where there were no men?” he asked.
“No.” She snorted.
“Were you never asked?”
She opened and closed her lips. “I mean, I was asked out on dates but it was … I never …” She frowned. “I don’t know. I never got this feeling with them, and please don’t freak out on me. I’m not expecting a proposal or anything. I know that marriage and the whole future and stuff freaks men out. This is all new and I’m learning.” Now she was just rambling and she needed to learn to shut up. Why was she bringing up things like the future and marriage? Crap. None of this made sense to her. “You see, I’d have ruined it anyway.”
He kissed her hard. “How could you ruin it?”
“By talking about stupid stuff like proposals and marriage.”
“You’re not frightening me away,” he said.
Agatha frowned. “Are you trying to tell me that you want to get married?”
Boyan chuckled. “Maybe. What are you doing for the next fifty years?”
Her mouth dropped open and she pulled away, staring at him.
He winked at her. “I see that I have you speechless.”
“I don’t know if you’re joking or not.”
He shrugged. “I’m not joking. I don’t joke about this kind of stuff.” He lifted up her foot and traced across the heel. “But I can see you’re not ready to talk about it.”
“It’s not that at all.” She nibbled her lip and knew she held a deep frown, which she tried to not have, but couldn’t help it. He was talking about forever. “Can we just—”
Boyan stopped her from saying anything by grabbing her hips and hauling her against him. Before she knew what was happening, he had her straddling his waist, and she felt the hard ridge of his cock against her. “Enjoy each other and leave all the serious shit for another time?”
Agatha opened her lips and closed them, staring into his eyes. “Yes, for now.” This was not how she expected her first time to go. “I … I’m sorry.”
He gripped the back of her neck, which she loved. In fact, there were a lot of things she loved about Boyan. Especially as he lifted her up and without any effort at all had thrust deep inside her.
“Don’t be sorry, Agatha. You have nothing to be sorry about. I can wait for you to be ready.”
We’re ready right now.
You want him.
Take him.
He’s yours!
Agatha didn’t know where the words were coming from or what they meant. Forever with Boyan sounded like a dream come true. No, it was a dream come true. She couldn’t imagine being with anyone else, nor did she want to.
In her mind, she saw a life with Boyan, one filled with passion, love, with this feeling that she was becoming increasingly addicted to. She wanted him more than anything. From the first moment they had met, she felt this connection. She didn’t have a clue where her doubts were coming from. All she knew was a part of her wanted to dive headfirst into this with Boyan, and another was terrified.
She didn’t know what the hell to do, but as he began to slowly thrust inside her, all doubts went to the back of her mind. In this moment, she knew she could be with him, no questions asked.
****
Alpha looked at Draco and knew the club brother was hurting. Draco hadn’t gone inside the clubhouse. He’d taken his food outside, and he’d not even gone to shower or change. There were a few specks of blood on his clothes.
“Are you okay?” Alpha asked, approaching him.
There was a lot of shit going on around them, but he knew he had to reach out to Draco.
“I’m fine.” Draco was a man of few words.
He didn’t have time to spare. Alpha had already sent Wolfe to get Boyan. There was no doubt where he was. He needed the guys at the clubhouse so he could call a church meeting. It was fucking important. Boyan, and his ever-knowing fucking mind, had been right. There was a second person, and that person was still very much alive, but living with another pack about three hours away.
Alpha needed to talk to his men. Reaching out to another pack came with a risk. He needed to know what the brothers were prepared to do. He knew they needed answers.
“You got close to this one,” Alpha said.
“Did you know he was going to get married?” Draco said. “He had found the woman of his dreams and he loved her more than anything. They had picked out a dog together. A little mongrel, I think he might have said the breed. One day, the dog got sick and he went to the vet, a Dr. Milton.” Draco stopped. “He said he doesn’t remember much, just that he was talking to the doctor, then Milton suddenly left, and the next thing he knew, he woke up in a cage. He never saw the woman he loved again. From what I can gather, the girlfriend had come to pick up the dog, and he didn’t infect her, but he did infect him. After some time passed and shit was injected into him, Milton got pissed off and released him.” Draco turned to look at him. “He knew he was going to die. I couldn’t stop it.”
“We’re going to get to the bottom of this.”
“You do realize he could have infected many people.”
“We’ll handle it.”
Draco shook his head. “I have hated humans for so long. I can’t stand them. I have wanted to kill every single one of them for taking my mate from me. For … killing her. I wanted to shoot them all in the neck, watch them bleed out. I wasn’t prepared to like them. I wasn’t prepared to pity them.”
Alpha nodded. “We can stop. We don’t have to take this any further and those that come, we can just eliminate.” He’d gladly kill anyone that posed a threat to the club.
He stared at Draco for the longest time, waiting.
“No. They don’t deserve this. The people that killed my woman deserve death. Those that hurt others who are weaker deserve to die. Not innocent people. Not those who just want love and happiness.” Draco got to his feet. “We’ve got to put a stop to this.”
Chapter Eleven
Boyan didn’t want to leave Agatha, not after she had rebuked his proposals and questions of a future together. But Wolfe had come to get him, and with Wolfe there in person, he knew this was fucking serious. Alpha must have all the details.
So, he kissed Agatha, promised her he’d be back, which he would, and followed Wolfe back to the clubhouse, where the guys sat waiting.
He took his seat as Wolfe did the same. Alpha threw down the file in his hands.
“Milton worked with someone—a female, a human female—who is currently mated to an alpha in a pack three hours away. She worked with him for five years, and then something happened. There’s no information, nothing. Milton disappeared and suddenly surfaced a few years ago, as a vet.”
“Another pack?” Boyan asked.
“Yes, she is mated to the alpha there. It’s not a welcoming pack, not to outsiders,” Alpha said.
“But she has answers?” Boyan thought about Agatha.
“We have to arrange a meeting,” Draco said.
“Why?” Rocco asked. “I’m sick of this shit and cleaning it up. If we see any more human fuckups, they get killed. Simple as that.”
Draco growled and Boyan tensed up, ready to strike.
“What the fuck, man? I thought you’d agree with me? Humans do not have what it takes to do this,” Rocco said. “It nearly kills us when we go through our first transition. Rather than see me as the asshole here, why not think about the mercy we’re fucking showing them!”
“They deserve a chance to live!”
“What about that fucker I’ve just had to clean up?” Rocco asked. “Do you think it’s fun having your skin split open and your insides ready to explode? You think that was fun for him?”
“Enough!” Alpha raised his voice and Rocco sat back. Draco was still tense with his gaze on Rocco, but he also seemed to come to heel.
Alpha breathed out a sigh and looked at him. “In case it has escaped your notice, we have reason to believe our very own resident human also has wolf genes. Her wolf doesn’t respond to commands, but as I’m sure others have sensed, she doesn’t smell human either.” He pointed at Boyan. “I believe that’s where you were.”
Boyan nodded. “Shirley doesn’t know anything either. I’ve asked.”
“Waste of fucking space,” Wolfe said.
“For Agatha, I need to talk to this woman,” Boyan said. “Her wolf is there. It’s dormant but I need to know if it will come out to play. I need to know if this will kill her.”
