Authors: Kathryn Thomas
“And then can I have you?” he teased, trying to lighten the mood, hoping to relax her.
“Yes,” she answered with a girlish giggle.
Lex picked her up and put her in his place on the chair. Shedding his clothes, he backed away and let the change happen. He knew what she was seeing as it happened. His eyes glowed for a moment, then they returned to their sharp blue, as his facial features stretched and shifted, his snout erasing the human nose, his fangs bursting from his gums. And as his head morphed, his body moved, arms becoming forelegs, torso elongating. Now on all fours, his bones snapped and muscles reshaped his frame until he stood before her a white wolf. The wolf stayed where it was, the glow that always accompanied the shift still drifting around it. It raised its head when she said, “Can you still understand me? I want to touch you.” Her voice was soft, determined and unsure at the same time.
The wolf walked to her slowly, the man not wanting to startle her, and sat on its haunches at her feet. She reached out and stoked the snow white fur on its head, and when it didn’t move, she moved forward in the chair and sent her palm down its back.
“It’s so soft,” she whispered, continuing to stroke the wolf’s fur.
The man loved how gentle she was being, and the wolf quieted under her hands, at peace now that its mate had finally seen it.
“Stand up again. I want to see…”
She blushed, and when she looked into its face, she could have sworn the wolf grinned at her. Its lower jaw dropped, and it let its tongue hang out as it stood and allowed her unwavering inspection of its body. Tammie ran her hands all over the patient creature, from its shoulders, down its sides to its paws, under its belly till she came to the shaft that told her it was male, and which also seemed to be telling her that both man and beast were aroused. Determined not to act like a ninny, she slid her hands over its back and down its thick, long tail.
“You’re beautiful!” Quietly spoken words of admiration had Lex shifting before she had fully removed her hands from his wolf.
“Not as beautiful as you are,
chérie
,” he whispered back, pulling her to her feet and plunging his tongue inside her waiting mouth. He felt as though this was the first kiss he had ever shared with her, as though this was the first time he was standing naked before her, as though this was the first time they would make love. He touched her reverently, as though she were a goddess to be worshipped, and as he stripped her of her clothing, he told her how he felt about her. He had no choice. The danger to her was pressing, and if he were to protect her, he had to make her his completely. It meant he had to mark her a third time and say the words to make the bond complete. Once they were bonded, her soul would knit with his, and wherever they were, whether together or apart, she would be protected.
He could not risk any other wolf marking her, or else she would become one of the Lost Ones, unable to distinguish who she was pledged to, and she would go insane from the conflicting impulses to mate with more than one wolf. He knew that Lancaster was bastard enough to mark her too, if he knew she was not fully mated, as an added insult, and she was not strong enough to fight him off. This was the best way for Lex to ensure that she was only his, and no matter what happened to her, or where she went, he would be able to find her, and she would recognize him for who he was to her when they met again, even if she was otherwise impaired. He prayed that he would find her whole when he came back.
“Let’s go to bed, Tamara,” he said, helping her get dressed. He smiled at the thought that it would be a pleasure to strip her again.
“What’s that smile for?” she asked, watching him slip on his jeans and zip it up without buttoning it.
“Just thinking how nice it’ll be to undress you again,” he confessed, gathering the rest of his clothes and opening the door. He extended a hand to her, and when she took it, he squeezed gently. “Come on. No one’s around.”
Feeling rather like teenagers sneaking around with their parents at home, they rushed to his suite and once inside, broke into fits of suppressed laughter. Lex was pleased that she had forgotten the danger. He hoped he could keep her that way till he left. He refused to think about how few hours he had left with her. Instead, he thought of ways to seduce her and make her mindless for him.
Afternoon sunlight brightened the room as he stalked her, watching her back up till her knees hit his bed. He saw the mischief in her eyes and knew he’d love the game they were about to play. Before he could touch her, she sat down and slid across the bed to the other side. Lex chuckled. So she wanted to play “catch me if you can”, did she? Well, he could, and he would, but he’d let her have her fun first. Maybe one day he’d tell her she could never escape him if he didn’t want her to. But not today. Today was for making memories, for building his mate’s trust and confidence, for pitching her over the edge into love so deeply that she would wonder how she had lived before.
He watched her eyes glitter with laughter as she went around to the end of the bed, intent on getting into the bathroom, and perhaps locking herself in so he’d have to break down the door to get to her. She liked those kinds of games, eh? So did he, except that he didn’t need to break down the door, as she would discover when he rematerialized inside with her.
“You sure you want to run away from me, baby?” he inquired politely, stalking her as she moved. “You don’t know the half of my skills in the game you’re playing. Perhaps you just give yourself up to the bliss.”
He grinned at her and laughed when she said, “You’re just a bit too full of yourself, mister. I feel the need to have you work for your fun. I’m no easy catch, you know.”
She slid closer to the bathroom door, and Lex was suddenly impatient. He could smell the scent of her arousal, and it was growing as she moved towards her chosen hiding place. Maybe he’d catch her so they could shower together...after he made her come a few times against the wall, on the floor, over the vanity. His wolf growled at the thoughts flitting through his mind. He could see her leaning against the sink, arms braced on the sides behind her, one leg up around his hip, his body thrusting in and out of her, her cries of pleasure filling the room. When she sprinted to the door, he caught her as she was about to close the door.
“How did you…?” Her eyes widened in disbelief. “What did you…?”
“It wasn’t that far away, you know. I’m a big guy, but I’m not a slouch!” he protested, imprisoning her between the door and his body.
She rolled her eyes at him, reminding him of just how young she was. “Please, Lex! That was not normal speed. Give it up. What did you do? I mean, how bad can this new revelation be? I’ve seen you as man and beast already. Can you also turn into air?” He reminded himself that she was not only very beautiful but very observant. She eyed him speculatively, amusement sparkling in her eyes. Although he knew she was joking, it became imperative that he tell her the truth.
“Remember I’m a hybrid, Tamara,” he said, “so I have some other abilities, too. Like the ability to dematerialize and rematerialize somewhere else in my human form. And the ability to move with blurring speed.”
Her mouth formed an ‘O’ of shock, so he was surprised when she reached up and pulled his face to hers, saying before she claimed his lips, “You are some special kinda guy, aren’t you, Lex? I should pinch myself to make sure this is real and not some fantasy I never knew I had.”
Her lips took his and loved them, suckling them with earnest desire, teasing his tongue to come out and play. She moaned when his tongue curled around hers, and she widened her stance against the door to let him rub himself against her.
“I like you when you’re materialized,” she said, startling a laugh out of him. “I love it when you hump me like this. A ghost can’t do that...can he?”
Her question was uncertain at the end, as though the possibility of invisible hands touching her and pleasuring her wasn’t as far-fetched as she had thought werewolves were. He wondered if perhaps she had some DNA that made her hyper-sensitive to the possibilities she hadn’t known she would believe till her eyes were opened. The thought that she might be less than shifter but more than human gave him pause.
“You’re something else, do you know that?” he asked tenderly, raising her leg and letting her have the touches she needed, as he rubbed his burgeoning cock against her hungry places. “I can pleasure you in many ways, baby, and soon, I’ll be able to share them all with you.”
He knew that wasn’t an answer, but for now, he wanted to lick her, suck her, ride her, fuck her, and love her. Talking could wait. He picked her up, his urgency clear in the slight trembling he couldn’t control, and sank with her onto the high, wide bed. Pulling her over his chest, he held her face in his hands, as he kissed her ravenously, feeling every mound and valley on her body in the ridges and depressions of his own. They fit together so perfectly that he marveled at how he had managed to live for two hundred years without her.
Tammie found she couldn’t stop her body from responding to the man who was systematically stripping her of ever inhibition she had ever had, replacing it with such strong emotions that she didn’t know how to handle them. His hands were everywhere at once, and when he lifted her off him, she felt the loss immediately. He stood up and pulled the zipper down easing his rigid cock out. He stood like that for a few seconds, letting her take in his thick, hard thighs, his long legs still fettered by the jeans at his knees, and his long, thick member standing proudly out from his body. She licked her lips, lying where he had left her and absorbing the scent of his arousal. It was spicy and sweet, and she recognized it now as uniquely his. The pearly drop of semen on his tip beckoned her, and she sat up, beckoning him closer with a crook of her index finger.
Lex stepped out of his jeans and went to his mate, watching her face as she gazed at his erection. The stark hunger and need in them humbled and excited him, and he couldn’t wait to feel her mouth on him. The first touch of her lips made his groin tighten, and when she licked the tip, he couldn’t hold back the moan. She slid her tongue all over the aching hood, tasting him and driving him crazy. When she opened wide to take him in, he pushed gently, wanting to feel her around his aching length. She sucked him, her tongue making his cock ache and spill pre-cum.
He let his scent surround them and breathed her into his lungs, as she stroked him and sucked him deep into her mouth. She couldn’t take him all in, but he didn’t care. Her mouth was magical, and before long he was thrusting in, loving the way she tongued his length and milked him slowly. When she cupped his balls, gently fondling them as she sucked, he lost it.
“Honey, I’m gonna come,” he warned her, and when she refused to stop suckling him, he gritted his teeth and pulled out, spilling his seed on her breasts. She moaned, as though the feeling of his seed on her was arousing. The sight of her made him feel like roaring, but there were guests elsewhere in the house, and he didn’t want her to worry for a minute about what other people were thinking while he fucked her senseless.
“Come here,” he said softly, leaning over to kiss her, drawing her tongue in, and pushing her down as he sucked on her. He lay on top of her, stretching her arms above her head as he kissed her, pressing himself into her, letting her feel every hungry inch of his still very erect cock between her thighs, which he pushed wide to accommodate his hips.
“Lex, I need you to…” Tammie’s voice broke as he leaned in to nibble her earlobe.
“To do what, baby?” he asked, nibbling the other one and sliding his tongue down the side of her neck to her throat.
“Fuck me,” she whispered, unable to do more than surrender to his need to tease, torture, and pleasure her beyond anything she could imagine.
Before she could think, he was inside her, deep and hard, stroking the places that cried out for him to go deeper, harder, and faster. His hands kept hers at the sides of her head, his hips rocking into her. As she thrust back against him, the slam of flesh on flesh echoed around the room. Her breasts jiggled with each hard plunge into her core. When she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, Lex felt his fangs punch down. He knew he was shimmering, as she liked to call it, and he knew he would mark her again. His hips moved faster, sweat dripping from his body to hers, mixing with her own, lubricating their bodies as they slid against each other.
He wanted to say how he felt, but he couldn’t speak around the fangs that now crowded his mouth. He wanted to kiss her but couldn’t. All he could do was ram her and growl, and when he felt his orgasm building, and the knot thickening, he pulled her to him fiercely and bit her. The taste of her blood sent him rocketing off, and as she orgasmed around him, the knot filled her, tightening inside her, holding him in thrall to her body as he emptied his sac. She twitched and moaned as she came under him, the walls of her vagina contracting around his jerking cock. They stayed like that for a long moment, locked together, trying to catch their breaths, wanting to stay connected.