Mate: A Dark Wolf Shifter Romance, page 10
A part of me kind of enjoyed it, to be honest.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice sounding strained even to me.
“I’m taking care of you,” he answered gruffly. “Now be a good girl and stay still.”
He rubbed something on my bottom, and I couldn’t help but bite back a moan of pleasure at the contact. I closed my eyes, thoroughly enjoying his hands as they kneaded into my sore flesh.
“What is that?” I asked breathlessly.
“Lotion,” he answered simply.
Aww. He was being sweet.
I decided this was less rapey, but then his fingers started to work towards the crack of my butt, and he used his thumb and his forefinger to split me open. He put my pussy and my asshole on complete display, and I cried out in sudden alarm.
“Don’t, you sicko!”
“Stay still. I’m simply having a look,” he growled, but there was something unhinged about his voice now, like he’d somehow lost his own grip on reality and was about to fuck my brains out.
My pussy clenched as I felt his eyes on me. The weight of his stare, palpable and unrelenting, made my skin prickle with awareness. I felt so exposed and vulnerable, leaving me both deeply unsettled and strangely entranced. I squeezed my legs together, trying to hide as much of myself as possible, but he spread me wider. I didn’t look, but I knew he was staring at the copious amounts of wetness between my thighs.
You’re an insane little slut, aren’t you.
“Such a pretty, pink little pussy,” he mused out loud, and the flush that painted my cheeks grew that much hotter. I let out a quiet whimper as he flipped me over onto my back. My scorched ass pressed against the bed, and my eyes opened wide when his molten gaze met mine.
Fuck.
The green of his irises had given way to the gold and yellow flecks. He looked more like a wild beast than a man now, and I wanted to do nothing more than scream for him as he fucked me. He seemed like the kind of guy that carried around a massive dick, and my pussy, despite never having more than an average dick inside of it, had decided it could take whatever Ryker was packing.
His gaze dropped down to the cusp of my thighs, and I watched as his fingers flitted along the gentle curving plane of my hip bone.
“Such a wet little pussy,” he added, flicking his eyes up to meet mine pointedly. I flushed ever hotter, my cheeks probably cherry red by now, and I dropped my gaze. He leaned over me, positioning himself between my legs so I couldn’t close them, and I swear I blushed even harder.
I opened my mouth to say something, some smart retort or wicked jab, but no words came out.
“Caelum tasted you, didn’t he?”
Yeah, he also made me come harder than I’ve ever come in my life.
I didn’t say that, either. Instead, I just laid there and wished for a black hole to open up right beneath me and suck me out of this confusingly arousing and sexy-as-hell dream, hallucination, whatever the fuck this was. I tried to ignore the threads of arousal stringing between my thighs, but I knew he could see them, which made it even more pertinent for my crazy brain to laser focus on.
Why was I aroused right now? Why did the fact that he was looking at me like he could eat me up turn me on? Why did I like it?
I shouldn’t like any of this. Honestly, I should turn tail and run for my life, screaming out the front door, but I had a feeling that the freaking football team downstairs would catch me and bring me right back here. Caelum probably couldn’t chase after me in his current condition, but Ryker certainly could.
When did he become Ryker instead of Dr. Grumpy Pants?
Maybe the moment he started looking at my pussy like it was a goddamn meal and he hadn’t had a bite to eat in weeks.
Maybe because his fingers were glancing dangerously close to my pussy with every widening circle around the peak of my hipbone.
He lowered himself down to his knees in between my legs. The movement brought him much closer to my pussy than before. With a wicked grin, he leaned in towards me and the breathy heat of his mouth brushed against my thigh. I fidgeted and one of his arms pinned my hips in place against the bed.
“I asked you a question, Kaci,” he pressed.
“What?” I asked, furrowing my brow as I tried to remember what he wanted.
“Caelum tasted this pretty little pussy, didn’t he?”
“Yes,” I whispered, my shame playing out all over my face. I couldn’t hide, not like this. Fuck, I couldn’t even pull my thighs together.
He leaned down and kissed directly on top of my mound, and I sucked in a shaky breath, trying to stem the whirlwind of thoughts spinning around in my head. My entire world narrowed in on the man in between my legs and the startling contrast between the size of him and the gentle way he was holding me in place.
He blew a puff of hot air across my wet folds, and my pussy clenched so hard that my hips bucked beneath him.
“Then it’s only right that I taste you, too,” he growled.
I wanted to protest. I should have said something—anything, really—to tell him I didn’t want him to lick my pussy until I came hard on his tongue, but I didn’t.
I didn’t know why, or at least I really didn’t want to admit why.
This was a really fucking hot hallucination, and frankly, I didn’t want it to end. Fuck, if my subconscious wanted to get downright freaky with the massive hunk of a provost from Newsome, who was I to tell her any different?
His breath wafted over my clit, his lips only fractions of an inch away from it. My entire body stilled. It was like time had slowed down to a crawl, and I teetered back and forth, precariously off balance and uncertain. His sultry gaze met mine for a fraction of a second, and I swallowed hard.
He didn’t ask to eat me out. He just did.
The moment his lips brushed against my clit, it was like my whole world exploded into tiny, reflective fragments. A surge of desire burst straight to my clit, and my back arched clean off the bed. I bit back a cry of pleasure, chewing the inside of my cheek and fisting my hands into the bed.
Fuck, that was far more intense than I’d expected.
“You taste like fucking heaven,” he murmured, and my face heated at his sordid observation. He trailed gentle kisses along my pussy, taking his time teasing me along the way.
He took joy in torturing me. That was the only explanation. This was some form of torture. He had admitted that he kept grown men captive, and now he had me as a hostage and he was eating out my pussy to make me talk.
Nothing about today made sense, and I decided to just accept it. What was supposed to happen would happen, and if I was about to come hard on the provost’s tongue, so fucking be it.
A strangled cry fell off my lips as his mouth settled over my clit. The wet warmth of his tongue flicked against it, and a lightning bolt of pleasure struck through me with ferocious intensity.
He didn’t fumble around at all. He knew where my clit was, and he used that knowledge to his advantage. In minutes, I was a quivering mess as he swirled his tongue around my throbbing little bud. He suckled in gently at first and then more roughly, building my desire inch by painstaking inch until I was on the precipice of an orgasm that was going to rock my world so hard.
I tried to fight it.
I tried.
But I was teetering on the edge before I knew what hit me. With a sharp moan, I bucked my hips and ground myself against his tongue without meaning to, and then I was sailing over the brink.
I came and I came hard.
Every muscle in my body tightened at the exact same moment as the threads of pleasure swirling around in my core burst free into a fiery display of sensation. Waves of euphoria convulsed through my body, surging up and down my limbs with wild abandon. A clipped scream escaped me before I could stop it, and my pussy clamped down hard. Sizzling hot bliss blinded me, and I squeezed my eyes shut, riding the rollercoaster of pleasure up and down a quaking course.
When my orgasm finally crested, my body was buzzing with electricity, and I drooped down onto the bed. I expected him to pull away.
He most definitely didn’t.
I cried out, my clit overly sensitive as he licked my pussy like it was his last meal on Earth. I tried to push his head away, but he captured my wrists with ease. He held me down and suckled my clit much harder, almost like he was punishing me with his tongue.
I took every lash and then some.
Before I knew what was happening, my sensitivity was long gone, and I was sailing on white water rapids to God knows where.
I’d never come more than once before, and right now I had a feeling that I wasn’t going to have a choice.
With a hard suckle inwards, he teased my clit with the tip of his tongue, and a shudder of pleasure raced down my spine. I let out a soft whimper as he increased the pressure, sucking harder and faster, and before I knew what was happening, I was on the edge once more.
That second orgasm was much harder than the first, and the sharp cry I’d let out earlier paled compared to the hoarse scream that escaped me now.
“Ryker!”
He didn’t reply, simply feasting on my pussy as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. Exquisite ecstasy cut through me in vicious bursts, and I fell into the depths of an endless chasm of bliss. There was a slight edge of pain to that second release, which only made my orgasm that much fiercer. I thrashed as he held me down, forcing me to take every last moment of pleasure before my climax finally crested and began to fade.
“Fucking glorious. You came like such a good girl for me,” he growled, and my heart skipped a beat. My whole body throbbed, including my clit, which had seemingly developed a heartbeat of its own. I took a deep breath, trying to get myself back under control, when he pulled back and lapped my pussy all the way from my entrance to my clit.
A fierce aftershock cut through me, and I moaned, the sound more desperate than I intended. I blushed, but my shame was short-lived because he lifted me clean off the bed and deposited me down on my knees on the plush carpet below.
He didn’t waste any time.
Ryker slowly unfastened his belt, held it out to the side, and let it slip from his strong fingers. The soft thud as it landed on the bed seemed to punctuate the charged air between us. In that simple, almost casual gesture, I realized two things:
I was about to see his cock.
I wanted to see his cock.
Subconsciously, I pressed my thighs together as he freed himself right before my eyes.
Holy fucking shit.
I thought he’d be big. I was wrong. He was massive.
And rock fucking hard.
Without meaning to, I sucked in a shocked breath, and his mouth upturned in a knowing smirk.
His cock was a fucking thing of beauty. He was too large, but that didn’t surprise me. If I saw a dildo of that size at Adam & Eve, I would have pointed at it and made a snide remark to one of my friends.
My pussy clenched fearfully. Taking a beast like that inside me was going to hurt, no matter how wet or prepared I was. I bit my lip, my gaze traveling up and down his length, from the veins throbbing on either side of his shaft to the thick rim around the head and the slit at the top already dribbling with precum.
It was the kind of dick that belonged on a porn star, the kind of dick he should be famous for, the kind of dick that I kind of wanted to ride until kingdom come, even though I’d had two orgasms already.
“Open your mouth, sassy girl. It’s time I showed you what it’s really for,” he demanded. His eyes were dark with his own arousal, and that made my own spike right through me.
“You aren’t scared I’ll bite it off?” I quipped, pretending like I had any control here, like I was anything more than a sex-drunk love-bot.
“You can try, but I’ll make sure you don’t enjoy the consequences,” he growled, and a shiver raced down my spine.
I teetered back and forth on my knees, trying to decide what to do.
Fuck it. Why not?
I’d sucked cock before, but nothing like this. With a heavy swallow, I opened my lips as his finger brushed my hair out of the way. I thought he was being gentle, but then his hand wound into the hair at the back of my neck and fisted it hard. He yanked my head back a little and pushed the head of his cock in between my lips. Ruthlessly, he thrust inside, hitting the back of my throat and making me choke. He held it there for a long moment before he relented, giving me a little space to breathe before he thrust back inside.
My hands slapped against his thighs, trying to push away, but I was at a distinct disadvantage.
For a few long moments, he simply fucked my mouth. I tried to open my mouth wider, but my cheeks already ached. Finally, he slowed down so I could swirl my tongue around his dick. The taste of him was like a delicious, salted caramel sundae, and before I knew what I was doing, I was sucking him off like a goddamn lollipop.
“Fuck, Kaci,” he groaned. “That’s it. Take my cock like a good little girl.”
I bobbed my head back and forth as much as he would allow. I moaned around his cock, letting the vibrations travel up and down his dick while I used one hand and reached underneath the base of his cock, petting him gently as he released the sexiest sounding groan I’d ever heard in my life.
He thrust in deeper, faster, fucking my mouth like he owned it, and I took every long inch like I had been made for it. Then with a savage roar, he pushed in as deep as my throat would allow as his cock erupted inside of it. I struggled to swallow each hot spurt, but I managed, and by the time he was done, I was quite proud of myself.
His cock still didn’t go limp.
My core squeezed tight at the realization. A fucking from Ryker would be an experience indeed. He pulled free from my mouth, and I licked my lips, glancing up at him with a devious look.
“Such a perfect fucking girl, sucking my cock like a good little slut,” he purred, and a flutter of pride raced through me. His praise made me feel all warm and gooey on the inside, like a batch of chocolate chip cookies fresh out of the oven, and I decided I liked it. Sure, he’d called me a slut, but it had really come out as the perfect compliment.
His strong arms reached down, wrapping securely around me as he effortlessly lifted me from the floor. Softly, he lowered me to the bed, the sheets cool against my flushed skin. With an unexpectedly gentle and lingering tenderness, he leaned down, his breath warm against my skin, and pressed a kiss to my forehead. The warmth of his lips against my brow sent a shiver coursing down my spine.
“Rest now, princess,” he murmured.
My eyes fluttered closed. I’d do what he wanted, not because he’d said it, simply because it had been quite the day and sleep was actually a really good idea.
Today might have been bat shit crazy, but what-the-fuck-ever.
I’d enjoyed it.
CHAPTER 13
Caelum
I growled as Rog fussed over my lacerations, but the rest of the pack was already talking over themselves in a fever pitch. A lot of these men had been pressed out of their own packs for being ‘too smart’ and I could understand that and respect it at most times, although it was irritating that many of these men could literally not agree what color the sky was. The only thing I’d ever seen them agree about was how much they liked fucking.
Even though there was arguing all around me, I found myself distracted since I could both hear and smell Ry playing with our mate upstairs. He’d better not be fucking her, but at this point, I didn’t have my usual moral high ground, nor did I have the energy to go up and do anything to stop it or even to join in. Although my cock would have gladly gone upstairs and showed him how it’s done, the rest of my body was battered. I was well aware that I was lucky I’d escaped from the fight with the rogue wolf with my life, and even luckier that my mate had escaped without a scratch.
Well, not a scratch from the rogue, at least. Admittedly, things had gotten a little charged between her and me…
“So, what’s the plan now?” Hunter asked, pushing his glasses up on his head and scratching his nose. He was a Physics professor, and so he had the brain of an engineer. He saw problems and wanted to get right to solving those problems as quickly as possible so that he could go after whatever problem was next. His favorite problem was deciding who to screw on a Friday night, but the one at hand seemed to have his undivided attention for now. This problem was multilayered. “We’ve just settled and now we have to take in mates? That’s gonna fuck everything up, boss.” He said this like I was completely insensible.
Our other brothers settled down to listen to my response.
“I understand, but as it is, the mate bond is so impossibly strong that I can’t send her even as far as New Orleans!” I grumbled, waving my hand in the southern direction. There was another tumult of noise as everyone discussed the ‘mate bond’ and its validity. Rog stepped in and said he’d seen the mark on my chest and that it seemed valid with the evidence.
“So shouldn’t we bring in an expert on these sorts of things?” Beau asked, looking up from his cellphone. He had been texting while we were talking because we didn’t beat him enough. Beau was our pup; only twenty-four and he looked even younger, with bright eyes and ruffled hair. He was still being put through his paces since joining us a couple of years ago.
We rolled our eyes towards him judgmentally.
“What?” he asked, realizing that his comment was unpopular.
“There’s no such thing as an ‘expert’ in this. Packs don’t get together and write books about our own kind,” I reminded him. “We don’t compare differences, we don’t try to figure it out.” That was always my problem with being part of a standard pack—they weren’t exactly knowledge-seekers.
“Yeah, but there are magic experts!” he reminded us like a kid who was told he had to shovel snow off the front porch by hand when there were snow blowers all around him. “And obviously it’s gotta be magic, right? On its face—it doesn’t make any sense that she wasn’t triggering a mate bond on Friday, but she was on Saturday. When things don’t make sense, that could be because they’re not following the natural order. If it’s not following natural order, it’s gotta be magic.”
