Read Werecats and Werelocks (Collection) Online
Authors: Dakota Cassidy
Her heart hammered in her chest, her head pounded and this time it wasn't just because it was stuffy. When Luke's hands wrapped around her waist, sliding her into him, she straddled his hips, lifting upward to grind against the rigid outline of his cock.
Merciful Heaven, he was hard and thick, his groan at their contact feral. Her sweater was suddenly gone and the cool air brushed against her skin, mingling with his hot breath when he found her nipple with his tongue. The sharp sting made her hiss in pleasure, buck upward, pushing her breast into his mouth for more.
Luke circled the tight bud, flicking his mouth over the pebbled surface, running his hands along her sides, sliding them under her until her back arched and her head hung off the couch limply.
Charlie's hands grabbed for his hard shoulders, digging her fingers into them when the rush of wet heat slithered along her cunt. She wanted to be naked, feel his flesh against hers, slide her breasts along the crisp hair she knew he had on his chest.
Luke let go of her nipple with a pop and pulled her up to a sitting position. His eyes, that sexy light brown, flecked with amber and green drank her in.
Charlie stared back at him for a moment, her allergies forgotten as she reached behind her and unhooked her bra, letting it fall away.
"Fuck, Charlie,” Luke murmured. “You have the most beautiful breasts. Just right. Not too much, not too little.” His hands reached up to cup them, caressing the soft swell of their undersides with his thumbs. His eyes grew smoky, narrowing with lust.
She swallowed hard, reaching for his waistband, tugging at the buckle, button and zipper until they were undone, shoving his jeans and underwear over his lean, bronzed hips until he had just his shirt on. Charlie reached up under it, sweeping her hands over his hard pecs, tangling her fingers in the hair, kneading his firm flesh with a groan. When she pulled it up over his head to reveal his chest, so solid, so broad, her breath was stolen from her. His skin gleamed in the dim light of the television, his hard abs rippled as she traced circles over his flesh.
Luke kicked his shoes and pants off, letting her have her first glance at his cock. It reared upward, thick and rigid, pointing outward, begging her to touch. He pushed her backward, seating her against the arm of the chair, then tore at her jeans, throwing them to the floor.
His fingers were hot when they dipped into her pussy, stroking the wet slit of flesh as his lips found hers once more. Their tongues clashed, stroking, soothing, tasting while Luke caressed her cunt.
Charlie spread her legs wider and when he grazed two fingers over her clit, her hips rolled, pushing upward, seeking more. The slick slide of his fingers was deliciously sinful, decadent as he explored her.
Luke tore his mouth from hers, her whimper at its loss banging in her ears. His mouth traveled down along her neck, sipping, tasting, leaving behind a moist trail of lips and tongue, all the while, he stoked her pussy, slow, persistent, strokes, dragging his fingers up and down.
Heat rose in her belly, settling there, simmering, building until she panted her need. “Please,” she muttered, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, her head slung back over the arm of the couch.
When his mouth covered her navel, he whispered against her skin, “Please what, Charlie? Do you want my mouth on you? My tongue inside you?"
Oh, Jesus. “Yesssss."
Luke wasted no time then, his large hands spread her thighs, draping one over his shoulder and sliding his hands under her ass, he dragged her to his mouth.
The contact was exquisite. The soft kiss he placed on the lips of her cunt shot jagged pangs to her womb, making it contract sharply. The first stroke of his tongue, wet, silky, rasping along every exposed part of her, made her toes curl and her hips lift higher to draw him as close to her as she could.
Luke circled her clit, at first simply mouthing it, his hot breath stirring another, higher plane of lust in her, and then surrounding it, suckling until her head thrashed and her body shook.
The soft hair on his head rubbed enticingly against her thighs when she clamped them tighter around him, making her moan with pleasure. Release was so near, Charlie's head spun and when Luke inserted a finger into her swollen passage, she couldn't stop the tidal wave of orgasm.
The soft, wet slurp of his tongue on her, coupled with the plunge of his finger into her, made her finally lose all control. Her climax was almost painful, touching every nerve ending until she cried out from the intense fire it wrung from her body.
She gasped, arching her spine, lingering against his mouth until each shudder had passed, until she could no longer hold herself up. The aftermath had her clinging to the sides of the couch with fingers that ached from hanging on.
Luke crawled up along her body, stroking her length with his large hands, sweeping his fingers over every intimate part of her body until he rested his frame over hers. Looking down at her, his eyes were clouded, darker than they usually were, but Charlie couldn't read what they meant. He looked as though he wanted to speak, but she didn't want any words.
She just wanted him.
Draping her arms over his shoulders, Charlie pulled him into a kiss, deep, hot, wet, tasting herself on his lips before she pulled away and slid down between his legs. He rose above her, gripping the arm of the couch, growling out his pleasure when she grasped his cock and pressed her tongue to it.
Her hands found his balls, rolling them gently between her fingers before she took every last inch of his shaft between her lips and slowly consumed him. He was hard and soft all at once in her mouth, his rigid length pulsing against her lips as she took him in slow strokes. Lips and tongue explored the salty taste of his cock, sweeping along its length over and over. Charlie gripped his thighs, kneading the hard muscle, drawing him deeper, suctioning him until she'd created a tight vacuum with her mouth.
Luke gripped her hair, pushing and pulling, driving into her until his hiss of approval led to him yanking his cock from her with a popping sound. His breathing was ragged and harsh as he hauled her body back upward to lie beneath his. Big hands shoved her thighs apart and then he hovered over her, his jaw clenched.
Charlie whimpered with a lift of her lower body, offering herself to him without fear, yet he hesitated.
He leaned forward, brushing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “I need to be in you, Charlie. I need to bury myself in your cunt, now, but I don't want to hurt you. When it's like this, I can't always control my hunger and you're weak right now..."
"If you don't do me now, Luke, you're the one who's going to end up hurt,” she whispered, husky, needy.
His lips crushed hers in response, while his cock, poised at her entrance, plunged into her, yanking the breath from her lungs.
Her gasp rattled throughout the room, drowning out the sound of the TV. Luke settled inside her, but he only allowed her a moment's respite before he began a slow grind of flesh against flesh. His cock speared her, stretching her, making her raise a leg to wrap it around his waist so she could accommodate all of him.
Fire wound its way to her cunt, the dizzy rush of orgasm once again seeking relief. Each plunge Luke made, each scrape of her clit against his abdomen brought her closer until her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her heart throbbed painfully.
Luke's body grew taut, tension evident in every muscle as he held himself above her, then buried his face in her neck to muffle his howl of release. His cock shuddered inside her when he came, his head rearing back and his teeth gritted.
He let out a whoosh of air and sunk into her, leaving Charlie to wrap her arms around his neck and squeeze her eyes shut.
Dayum.
She'd had a sexual encounter or two that ranked pretty high on her list of “jobs well done,” but to have come so intensely, been so fiercely possessed was new to her.
Hawt. Very hawt.
And then a thought occurred to her. “Luke?"
"Hmmm?"
"We didn't use protection.” Jesus Christ in a mini skirt, she never forgot protection. It must be the allergy meds fucking with her common sense. As if right on cue, Charlie sneezed.
Luke withdrew from her and reached out to grab a tissue from the coffee table. He handed it to her with a smile. “We don't need to. Tigers don't carry disease, and we can only reproduce at certain times of the year and this isn't one of them."
For real. “You know, if it weren't for the physical changes in my body, I'd say you were all fucking nuts. If I hadn't seen you do that shift thing, which looks way uncomfortable, I'd have called 911 by now."
His face filled with regret. “These past three weeks have been a lot for you, Charlie. I'm sorry."
She shook her head and planted a kiss on his lips. “Nah, don't be sorry. All we have to do is get through tomorrow and it'll be okay."
Charlie buried herself beneath him, pressing her watery eyes to his comforting chest.
"Tomorrow,” he agreed with little enthusiasm.
Her stomach clenched at the regret in Luke's tone and then she coughed again, reminding her tomorrow couldn't come fast enough.
So, here she was, three weeks and a day later, preparing for a bout of wild sex with a tiger just before the full moon reached completion. Just not the tiger she craved like an alcoholic craves an early morning Bloody Mary.
Another round of sneezes assaulted her and she took a snort of nasal spray, hoping her nose wouldn't drip on poor Quinn.
The knock on her door at the Piljor's lake house made her jump. Popping the door open, Charlie gave Quinn a half smile. “Got that Viagra?"
He laughed back. “Funny, that's very funny, Charlie. You ready?"
"I think at this point, I'd do your crazy Uncle Harry if it meant I'd stop sneezing. I can't understand why in human form I can control my allergies with meds, but this halfway crap has my head ready to explode."
Quinn pushed the door open and took her hand. “I don't know and Uncle Harry has a hands-off policy. So you leave the crazy bastard and your lustful thoughts for him outta this, ya hear?” he joked.
Charlie chuckled too, feeling a bit more at ease. “Okay, tuna lover, let's do this.” She pulled him to the king-sized bed in the middle of the room and sat down, ready to do what must be done. She wasn't inexperienced by any means, but this had to be at the top of her list as one of the strangest ways to get laid.
Facing her, Quinn ran a thumb down her cheek. “Listen, I just want you to know that I'm really sorry this happened and if I could take it back, I would. I mean, you're really great looking and all, but Luke is who you want and we both know it. Living with Luke isn't going to be easy after this."
"Yeah, he kinda likes me, huh?” She secretly chuckled with glee that Luke had made his desire for her so clear to even his brother.
"Yeah, he kinda does,” was the gruff answer when Luke pushed open the door and towered over them both. The room grew smaller and the air thickened.
Maybe artificial insemination was the answer...
"Look, Luke, I'd change this predicament if I could, but it has to be me, according to legend and you know it. Don't do this to yourself or to Charlie."
Quinn's apology made Charlie's heart thump against her ribs.
Luke yanked Charlie up by an arm and turned her so that her back pressed to the muscled wall of his chest. Her body instantly melted against his, secure in his embrace, but her legs trembled. She felt like she was betraying him by doing something she literally had no desire to do. Yet, had no choice but to do.
Well, she had a choice. She could choose to have puffy eyes and a leaky faucet for a nose for the rest of her life.
Terribly unattractive.
"Don't talk, Quinn,” Luke ordered, his husky command edged with a hard tone. “Just follow my lead.” Turning her in his arms, Luke looked down at her, his brown eyes searing her blue ones. “Trust me, Charlie, okay?"
Her nod was his answer and his lips found hers, capturing them with possessive force, making her whimper under the delicious pressure. Their tongues tangled and she forgot that Quinn was even in the room until his hard body pressed to her back, thick and muscled.
The rigid outline of his cock pressed against her ass and Charlie found herself moaning in spite of herself. Quinn's arms came to rest at her waist as Luke's smoothed over her back. She wrapped her arms up around Luke's neck, savoring the sweet taste of his tongue, hot and silken. His shaft bulged and sought the apex at her thighs, grinding into it, while Quinn began to undress her.
Hands, strong and sure, pulled at her sweater, yanking it over her head to leave her with only her lacy bra as a barrier. Luke's shirt came off with a jerk and when their skin made contact for the first time, her nipples beaded to sharp, needy points. The rustle of clothes being discarded became a dull, vague awareness.
Quinn's hands roamed the curve of her ass, reaching around her and unzipping her jeans to shrug them down over her hips and past her ankles. His thumbs hooked into the waistband of her panties and they fluttered to the floor. Charlie felt the hook of her bra unclasp and Luke's hands cupped her breasts.
Warm and forceful, he kneaded the globes of flesh, moaning into her mouth as the fullness of them molded to his will. Thumbing a nipple, Charlie moaned too, pressing herself more closely to the hard wall of Luke's chest, whimpering when his lips skimmed the line of her jaw and stopped at her ear to whisper, “Christ, I want to fuck you, Charlie."
"Just stay with me and everything will be fine,” she whispered back. It was all she could offer for now.
Pulling her closer, Luke scooped her up and carried her to the bed, followed by Quinn, who came to lie beside her, his body leaner than Luke's, but still just as bronzed. She could admire the beauty of both brothers, but Luke's muscled planes, rigid abs and thick cock were what made her cunt wet and left it begging for relief. His hands were what set her heart to crashing and her knees trembling. He was all tan gleaming tan skin and sharp angles. Charlie's fingers ached to touch the lean line where his pelvic bone met his waist. Her mouth watered with it.