Consciously, she didn’t want this man’s fingers to tease and torment the nub of flesh whose satisfaction would solidify his standing as the most recent and by far the most disturbing lover Chloe had ever had. Even more disturbing than the alpha had been to her. Chloe could rationalize her way around that. The animal’s innocence made her own guilt less than it could have been. Her mind could control its beliefs and conclusions when she thought about why she had become aroused and wet under the alpha’s body.
But this was a man who knew exactly what he was doing. And Chloe knew that both of them had the ability to stop themselves from acting like animals. At least her educated, thinking mind knew this.
Her flesh, on the other hand, wasn’t so easily placated. It thrummed its desire to be discovered. It ached and argued. Pleaded even as it began to console itself with her body’s own pulse and rhythms. Her fingernails dug into the fabric beside her as Chloe struggled to back down an urge she felt destroying every notion of free will and control she had ever known. As the struggle increased, Chloe felt her mind beginning to sway. To side with her body. And in the end, although the determination of a man’s entire being had instigated the coupling, it was the smallest of things, the very tiniest piece of sexual flesh, to which Chloe’s resolve fell victim.
Smaller feminine fingers wrapped around the larger male digits belonging to this man she had just met and guided his hand through the curls. Immersed his fingers between folds of outer womb and warmth. And finally ground them against the minuscule fomenter that reigns over a woman’s pleasure.
She suspected he had wanted her to do exactly this. She suspected that Luke had teased her for the simple purpose of forcing her to take what she wanted. Chloe had long ago come to believe that a man’s truest pleasure lay not in his own orgasm, but in his power to render a woman as helpless as possible to her own desires.
This man’s reaction to her taking more initiative and guiding him to her pleasure was immediate and powerful. The pad of his thumb pressed against her clit and circled. Gently at first. More roughly when she moved her hand and left him to his own devices. The pressure and friction perfect. Exquisitely stimulating and causing her cunt to flex within itself and ache with a need to be filled by some part of this man. Chloe gasped and reached for his face and neck to try and drive away the intensity of what he was doing to her.
Luke shook his face away from her and then brought his other hand away from her ass. The reprieve gave Chloe’s mind enough time to take control of her senses again and she leaned forward to try and pull her body back on the couch, away from the pain of his pleasing her. But she found her efforts unneeded.
He stopped. Chloe hurried to reposition herself on the couch and started to gather her robe and renewed will about her, but was stopped when Luke reached to take her hands into each of his. He brought her arms around behind her back and wedged her hands underneath her rump. Effortlessly, Chloe’s body was pulled back to the edge of the couch with a simple, strong pull from the man’s arms. Luke held both of her wrists, underneath her ass, in one of his hands. The man’s swift and brilliant physical engineering had raised the swollen and hungry lips of her pussy right to his mouth.
Chloe felt teeth. Tongue. A kiss from his lips. A bite, a lick and then both at the same time. The outer flesh of her cunt was grasped and pulled by his teeth. Sucked before and after it was released. His fingers from his free hand drove up inside her and dragged juices out of her. The honey from deep inside her spilled out onto his tongue. Into his greedy mouth. What he didn’t catch dripped down her sex and even into the tight, pink bud of her ass where Luke’s tongue and lips also journeyed as he drank his fill of her.
It was by far the best oral sex she had ever had, and it made intimate female muscles beg to be defiled by this man’s prick, despite what her mind and heart wanted. Her body wanted him inside it. Thrusting into her. Using every ounce of strength he had to pound into her until she begged for him to surge inside her and saturate her cunt with his come.
But her heart continued to disagree with her sex and her body’s desire. Her fantasies had always paralleled exactly what this man was doing to her. Taking what he wanted. But even with the physical pleasure the licking and tasting and biting at her clit were giving her, with this man’s hands and mouth being the ones offering it to her, Chloe couldn’t find the rush she had imagined during her dreams. Chloe knew that the orgasm such stimulation could give her would cause her to writhe and scream out in pleasure if the right man were using Luke’s hands and lips. But she didn’t feel even a hint of the overwhelming emotional climax building that she had imagined she would feel with a man worthy of being her mate.
For the first time in her life, Chloe suspected that she did indeed have a romantic streak.
Luke Caine, evidently, did not. But what the man did have was talent. Raw and natural, sexual talent. As if he was performing a task for which he had been well trained.
Extremely
well trained, in fact.
But it was expressed through hands that were cold in spirit to her heart’s opinion. And viewed through eyes that held no love for her inside them when he chanced a look at her.
She took a deep breath and reached down for the man between her legs. Her clit twitched its impatience for her to relax and allow it release. But that wasn’t going to happen. Even if she had wanted to allow it, Chloe knew that nothing this man could do to her physically was going to make up for what was missing between them.
“Luke?”
Chloe gasped as he ignored her saying his name and instead reached deep inside her and dragged two long, thick fingers down the front wall of her cunt. She shivered at a sensation that had felt so like an urge she knew to suppress during such activities, yet just delightful enough to let her know it had come from somewhere else entirely. The same two fingers forged into her again and Chloe cried out this time when he pulled them forward and raked them down the swollen and aching area just inside her pussy as he pressed the heel of his palm against her pubic hair.
“
Relax
.”
Chloe opened her eyes to see him looking up at her as he worked his fingers up into her again. His purr when he’d spoken had been lower and more seductive than any action he had performed thus far. His eyes softened some as he watched her expressions. Her reactions. The look of helpless confusion she knew tainted her gaze when she looked at him. When she hadn’t let the tension in her face leave within a few seconds of his command, Luke raised his eyebrows at her and roughly hooked his large fingers forward and pulled down again on the painfully intense area he had found. The voice changed once again into something that Chloe hadn’t yet witnessed from his throat.
“I said relax, woman.”
His growl of an order this time frightened her and caught her off guard. And it gave her mind just the millisecond it needed to forget nervous muscles and clenched nerves.
Chloe’s body spasmed, tightened, and had to buck against her mind and reflexes for only a second before taking over. It then released itself completely in a new and almost frightening wave of pleasure. A physical pleasure she had felt begin to build many times before, but had never experienced for what it could truly be. She trembled and felt freezing fire run down her limbs, out each finger and toe, pausing only for a second at their tips before heading back to the very place Luke had just ignited inside her.
Once set into motion, Chloe’s body didn’t resist what was happening to it. Muscles and nerves never consciously used before constricted and relaxed and flexed themselves. Waking for the first time as they were supposed to exist. Making her aware of them. And in their awakening, expunging what she had secretly hoarded inside herself for the extent of her life.
A deluge of warm, female come poured into his open palm.
The pulsing spasms that continued for several seconds milked her sex of every last drop of liquid she’d held. They drained her. Chloe looked down at the man as he brought her own female kind of semen to his mouth and felt a sense of depletion take over her body. More now than she had ever felt before. But this emptiness and depletion wasn’t a void. Rather, a relief.
As Luke lapped up the wetness from his hand and then raised his lips to almost touch hers, Chloe felt the tug of complete physical exhaustion and satisfaction begin at the base of her skull and follow the exact path the bizarre physical reaction he’d just provoked from her had taken.
“Has any man ever made you come like that before?”
Chloe could smell the musty, acidic evidence of ejaculate as his lips brushed hers. But it hadn’t come from him. Or from any other man. She shook her head to his question and drew in another long whiff of her own sterile female come. The evidence of yet another elusive fable she had read of and heard tell of, but had never had a lover talented enough to purge from her own sex before now.
“Did you like it?”
Chloe averted her eyes at his question. She had liked it. Although it had scared her at first with its intensity and foreign pressures and methods of expression. And because it had seemed much more physical in nature and hadn’t needed the same emotional components that her other orgasms had always deemed necessary.
She nodded again and looked back up to eyes that were searching hers for something now. Judging her satisfaction, Chloe wanted to believe. Her honesty with her evaluation of his performance, she suspected even more. Luke brought his fingers up and gripped her face between them. They were wet. Sticky with her. And they and his breath and lips smelled of her sex.
“Have you ever tasted yourself before?”
She had. But Chloe stared into his eyes and remained still. She had tasted her body many times, both in the privacy of her own enjoyment and as it drenched the cock of a lover after he had been inside her. But Luke wanted her to say, “No.”
And so she did.
She watched him lick his lips and then lean forward to wet hers with the same motion. Her cunt pulsed angrily at her reinstated refusal to allow it to take what it wanted from this man. Her clit throbbed in a similar rhythm. Pounding. Insisting that she allow them to indulge in what was being offered.
The sweet and salty twang of her own body filled her mouth as Luke’s tongue pressed inside her and coated her taste buds with what he had just enticed and then savored from her pussy. Chloe’s tongue met his, searching out her own flavor. Deciding whether pleasant or offensive the mixture of his mouth and her juices was to her palate.
The tastes and aromas of their sexual caballing whispered into the depths of Chloe’s psyche. Luring her into a mindset like the one she imagined her wolves enjoying. The same mindset that Luke seemed dedicated to upholding.
The primordial way his hands rooted themselves and began to pull painfully at the taut flesh of her ass called to mind the actions of male alphas restraining weaker, less inclined bitches when they mounted and mated. The human fingers that kneaded and flexed into her insinuated masculine fang in female flesh when the urge to breed took its place as reigning deity of the forest.
Chloe’s self-imposed confinement to just such a forest, and her time spent cajoling within the wilds of her imagination began to orchestrate the undoing of her civility. Her fingers wove into hair that felt like warm, raw silk between her hands. She gripped selfishly at him and pulled herself off of the couch, using the thick, black mane to steady and right herself during the action.
Chloe felt the cheeks of her ass being pulled apart as Luke adjusted his still clothed cock to press firmly against the bare and come-soaked curls encircling her cunt. His tongue invaded her mouth over and over, the smell and taste of her orgasm now merely another passer by in a room full of the strong musty odors and tastes of human animal arousal and partial satisfaction.
Sex with Luke Caine had been the last thing Chloe wanted when he’d first put his hands on her. But now, neither Chloe’s heart nor her mind could find reason enough to deny her body what it craved. She wanted him inside her. She wanted the length of steel she felt pressing against her clit to drive into her in every way. Deep inside her cunt. Down her throat. Between the virgin cheeks of her ass.
Chloe felt the front of the couch against her back as Luke shifted them and pressed harder against her. Her fingers found the buckle of his belt and argued with it. Anxious trembling in her hands making her grip unsteady and a simple task daunting. She grunted in a most unladylike state of arousal and frustration and pulled away from him enough to try again to dislodge his cock from its prison.
“No.”
Another growl had created his word. Chloe felt her hands hesitate only for a second before continuing. Even before her mind gave them permission. Luke’s crushing grip on her fingers stopped their actions completely.
“I said, no.”
He seemed angry at her for this. Angry with her needs. Angry with her for betraying what her heart and mind had known. Chloe could see it in his eyes. Furrowing his brow and distorting the scar to resemble the very rage that could cause such a deformity were it made by human hand.
She breathed. Roughly. Reached back up to flex her fingers tightly through raw black silk in her own feral display of anger over his decision. And then stared into those eyes, hoping for reprieve from his anger and relief from the urges he had managed to so perfectly give birth to within her womb.
Luke shook his head and shifted her to a less intimate connection with his cock.
“I didn’t mean to…” She stopped. She hadn’t meant to anger him, but that wasn’t what she needed to say. She hadn’t meant to want him. Chloe’d had no intentions of desiring a man who felt so wrong to her heart. But she did want him. At least physically.