Loving Lucius (Werescape) (42 page)

Life jolted through me.

Oddly confusing in I'd lived so long already.

That ravenous teasing mouth dangerously suddenly journeyed southward.

Oh. Yes. To where I ache with dangerous emptiness. Insanely empty. Something has to drive the void away. Anything. And that glorious mouth of his certainly could the way his tongue lapped at my sex.

Dear. Gods. I couldn't stop barking his name, rubbing my throbbing sex against his face, smashing my shoulders into the unforgiving earth…Over and over the firm tip of that tongue mapped out my delicate flesh no one had ever touched before. And it felt so wonderful I had to shut my eyes. Clamp out the blue sky. Hold my breath for fear I'd scream and my sire would hear.

The world shook with volcanic intensity.

Rather, my body did. Or the universe. All the way through my core like everything sucked back inward until there was nothing but that sensation. Nothing but something clutching my soul with an invisible grip that took it by the shoulders. Must have. To get its attention. But Boa didn't need to. He'd secured that years ago.

My body kept flinching with electric jolts set off by his reverent mouth.

Sucking. And sucking. On my clit. Gods. Making me writhe in the soft whispering grass. Whine. Whimper. Everything was about that place. Down there. About my neediness. I can see life is going to be all about need. Like my need to lie still and breathe.

Boa apparently thought I had other needs. He must have known something. My exhausted body caught a second wind.

A howling wind that shook the Bitterroot Forest's lofty canopy and demanded respect. Something I couldn't avoid with a second rising wall of need bearing down upon my soul. How could something as simple as teeth, lips, and tongue overwhelm a person? Answers didn't matter when he growled that satisfied gurgle of his.

Go ahead and feel pleased. I can handle your uncontrollable overpowering attention. The pleasure. No wonder Mary let the smug Wolverine ride her whenever he wanted. Even if he didn't mark her. Toss her future and life to the wind. Risk having bastard children. Especially since the odds of death during childbirth were fifty percent every time a woman birthed a child AEI. But all the risks made sense now. A man could do beautiful things to a woman with his swirling tongue. His scraping teeth. Simply suction…

My hips jerked so uncontrollably against the sharp edges of his teeth that all I could do was squeeze my eyes shut and ride the choking bliss crashing through my soul with the erratic pumping of my hips.

The need blinked, burst, smothered me, and died.

Dragged away on the second wind. But the wind didn't carry away Boa.

He rasped ragged breaths like a cross between a growl and a purr, crawling, hand-over –hand along the length of my body, his heat warming me, moving up to stare down at me with the golden eyes of his Wolf. "Mine," he managed to utter.

Yes. Yes. "Always." I nodded.

He took one of my hands, then the other, threading his fingers through each with our palms mated, locking the backs of my hands, one on each side of my head, into soft grass.

Why the shackling? I couldn't rise from the Earth if I tried after he'd ridden me breathless.

He stared into my eyes with indefinable intensity.

I'm definitely his. Always will be.

"I don't want to hurt you," he growled through gritted teeth.

The sharp fangs of his Wolf. His Wolf is close. But he's fighting. Holding Wolf back. To protect me. Why? From the pain? I'm not afraid. "It only lasts a second. A small price to pay to appease a heart." And I'd be his forever.

He groaned, tucked his nose into the crook of my neck, and shifted his hips.

The firm smooth head of his cock lodged in the opening to the Well.

The concept was kind of crazy. My vagina being the Well of Immortality--what Father had taught my Shifter brothers. I'd overheard. And the knowledge kept me sane when I cried at night when missing Boa. That within me resided immortality. The possibility of children, of course. And that's what Shifters wanted. To prevent the extinction of the human species. So, between his growling declarations, display of favoritism, and the gift, he could possess my Well.

"Mine," Boa snarled against my neck's skin and thrust his hips.

The heat of his word didn't counteract the sting of his thrust breaking through my hymen. No. And he couldn't go far. Not far enough to rub the sting into nonexistence. Or he chose not to move. To wait. To give the pain time to fade. But I wanted more. I wanted him so deeply trapped in my Well that there was no way for him to escape. "Please, Boa." I wriggled my hips against his weight.

A tiny burn stung me internally.

Nothing unbearable.

He groaned, pushing his hips, wedging himself inside me a bit. "Give it a moment to stretch," he explained.

I hope he wasn't referring to his shaft. It's big enough. But Shifter cocks expand as they shift. Would it fit at all if he didn't hurry?

His hips slowly rocked forward.

A little more with each motion. Rocking my hips like I sat in a saddle. With glorious pressure. Wedging himself deeply until his groin pressed completely against mine. So blessedly perfect. I wanted to move. Needed to move. Fidgeted just enough to set off the most incredible sensation deep inside the Well.

A tick. More like an itch. Whatever it was certainly explained why Mary screeched and clawed more than me with Boa nibbling on my clit.

Boa lifted his head only to rest his sweaty temple against mine. His eyes popped open. Wolf stared back with golden fire.

All I wanted to do was wrap my arms around his shoulders. Hold on. Match his every thrust.

"Wrap your legs around me, Willow. Like when you ride Bolt."

Whatever. As long as he doesn't stop moving. I slid my legs around his tight pumping ass. But nothing about the way I rode him even came close to sitting a saddle. This was a thousand times more thorough. The way things should be. Deeply internal. Undeniably astounding. Mind-numbing. Earth-shaking. Soul-quaking.

He fiddled with a spot inside me.

The one I heard all women have and now know to be true. I couldn't fight the cries welling in my chest. Squeaking through my gritted teeth.

He squeezed my hands so hard above my head that my fingers numbed. I couldn't tell if his did. He just grunted, impaling me over and over with his wonderfully engorged shaft.

Everything focused on the meeting of our groins. Where his steely rod penetrated my sensitive channel. Where he strummed a discordant tune of my indecipherable begs and pleas from me. More. Just give me more. Never stop rocking me.

He snarled, thrusting faster.

Making me pinch my eyes tight. Driving me to focus on the darkness behind my eyelids with each push and pull. The dark place where there was nothing but him. The motion of our hips. My throbbing heart. Bone and muscle. Just two souls. Unification. Our desperate rush to beat the wave of mind-boggling orgasm choking the air from our lungs.

His body went rigid.

His thick hardness flinched inside me.

Set off another round of my inner flinching that forced me to scream again. Dear. Gods. I howled and squeezed my legs as tightly as possible.

Anything to hang onto the moment.

He roared, peeling my legs loose from his waist with one hand before pinning my free hand back down again, pounded his iron length back and forth along my quaking channel, all the while watching himself claim me between our bodies.

Bite me. Mark me. But still he'd contained his Wolf. So strong, my Boa. Protecting me.

The movement of his hips became jerkier. Slowed. Shortened in the thrusting motions until the life seemed to drain out of him. Thank goodness. I don't recall when I last sucked down a breath.

"Mine," he growled.

Just to touch him but he's still got my hands clamped down. "Yes, Boa. Release my hands. Please."

His fingers slid away.

Now I could hold him. Touch him.

He rolled over my leg and onto his side in the grass, his shaved head sagging to the earth.

He hasn't marked me though.

"That, sweet kitten, was the most incredible feeling I've ever experienced," he said toward the empty sky.

Maybe so. But what about the bite? "Boa?"

He turned those green eyes to meet my gaze.

Yes. Green. Wolf had gone. So much for marking me. "What about the marking?"

His warm palm draped my cheek. "Not yet, Kitten. It isn't safe for you."

What does safety have to do with us living together like mates? Anything could happen the moment we parted. Everybody knows that things change in a heart beat AEI. Marking is all about now. A window of opportunity for the living. He's stalling. Why? Something tells me he's going to lie. And with his scent all over me, I'll be the one facing trouble in the end. My sire.

ABOUT SKHYE

Skhye resides in Texas where her husband, child, and cats keep her extremely busy. She holds a B.S. in geology and gave up working on her thesis in bio-archaeology when bitten by the writing bug--a creature wielding a truly wicked contagion. She's crazy about rocks, natural processes, and cultural history aside from her obsession with kilts and underdogs. She's been a member of RWA from 1993-2012 but has written stories since her childhood. Dealing with chronic health problems, she especially enjoys pushing the envelope with myth and/or cultural taboos. That's not to say she is into doing so literally. Psst…She prefers investigating issues most people find taboo and ritually polluting even to ponder. Think along the lines of what defines humanity, man verses woman, or anything else that is culturally relative is her cup o' tea!

Please make that green tea with Stevia…

And, no, she doesn't want to know what you see in the tea leaves!

Visit Skhye at www.skhyemoncrief.com

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