Arctic Bound (12 page)

“If you don't stop now, things will go a lot further than you want.” He focused on her eyes, making sure there was no misunderstanding between them. If she continued to touch him, he was going to fuck her. Consequences be damned. He knew his eyes were glowing. His wolf was ready to take her. Hard and fast. Victor struggled to be gentle, but it was not to his advantage. She shattered his control when she licked her lips. Her eyes were darker, warmer and staring up at him with unchecked lust. He knew without a doubt she'd accepted her fate. Depositing her away from his body, he quickly stood, but still had hold of her hair in order to control her movements. When she tried to stand up, he stayed her with his other hand.

“Don't move. Stay on your knees.”

She looked up at him wide eyed. But she did not move.

He released her hair and cupped her face in both hands, smoothing his thumbs across her cheek in a way he hoped conveyed how pleased he was that she listened.

“Beautiful.” Victor bent and placed a soft kiss against her forehead. Sweat beaded on his upper lip and coated his back in a fine sheen. She had all the power and didn't even realize it. He had barely touched her, and already he was weak in the knees. That had never happened with any other female. Caressing the side of her face with the back of his hand, Victor smiled as her body swayed towards his movements. Their bodies were in perfect harmony with one another.

“You will surrender to me, Neri.”

Her gaze was full of desire and he watched for signs of weariness in her body language as he circled her. Victor enjoyed the image of her on her knees. She didn't respond to his statement, but her eyes told him what he needed to know. Turning to stand in front of her, Victor took a series of deep breaths.
Calm and control.
His cock was heavy weight that strained to be closer to her mouth.

“Grab my dick with your hand and squeeze me.” She lifted her hand slowly and firmly grasped the girth of his cock. Her hand barely surrounded all of him. Tentatively at first and then harder, she gripped him. A sound raw with need rumbled past Victor's lips. His thighs tightened when her hand firmly stroked him from base to tip. She was eager to please him and that only made him want her more. His body was on fire. A wave of heat rushed from the top of his head to the bottoms of his feet as she continued to work him with sure strokes of her hand. Stepping away from her grasp, Victor tried to reign in his hunger. Their eyes clashed, both of them overly eager. She'd been too into the act of stroking him to realize how on edge he was. His wolf already clawing at the chance to devour its prey. Victor wanted her mouth on him. Needed to put his mouth on her. So many options and no one around to interrupt. He needed to take full advantage of the situation. First, he needed to get himself under control.
Just a few sucks.
A few wouldn't do him any harm. It wasn't like she could enslave him to her will. He was in complete control of the situation.

Victor moved the head of his dick to her lips and gently rubbed. At first, she didn't open. He pinched her chin between his thumb and forefinger and raised her head to look directly at him. The brown in her eyes melted into an entrancing gold when he again tried to gain entrance into her mouth.

“Open for me sweet Neri.” Her eyes closed at the use of the name. He'd meant to call her Nerina but shortening it made the moment more intimate. Something that was only between them. Her mouth parted slowly, giving him minimal access. She swirled her tongue over the head of his dick, dipping her tongue into the slit. Slowly she allowed him to slide into the heated depths of her mouth and Victor swore he could hear music. Slow, alluring, deep music that touched the pit of his gut as she pulled his length deeper into her mouth. It was torture as she took him deep and slowly released him. He found it hard to breathe as he tried to concentrate on what she was doing. His hands tangled in her hair when she grabbed a hold of his thighs and pulled him to the back of her throat. Fingers enmeshed into her satiny hair, Victor tugged harder. Nerina moaned, sucking faster. Sliding up and down his shaft, she worked him into a temporary madness. He didn't know how much longer he'd be able to hold out, but he didn't want her to stop either.

“Harder, suck me harder.” He guided her with his hands, increasing her speed, and when she didn't protest, he pushed harder. No female had ever respond to his demands so quickly. His spine tingled as the need for release surged through him. His skin pebbled with goose bumps and he knew without a doubt that she was going to be the end to everything he once believed true. The thin thread on what little control he had left was going to snap. There was no way he could keep her but everything inside of him screamed that she was his.

Mine.
His wolf co-signed.

He'd do anything for her and it wouldn't matter what it was. Kill, maim, and pillage if that's what it took to make her world a better place.

 

Chapter 10

 

All Nerina wanted to do was distract him so that she wouldn't have to tell her story. But her distraction backfired in a way that promised an unforgettable night in the arms of a werewolf.
How fucking cool was that?
She hadn't actually seen him change, but she knew it to be true, otherwise, where did all her scars go? This wasn't a dream. It was really happening. Now she had his cock sliding in and out of her mouth, and if she was going to be honest with herself, it was sexy as hell. Everything about Victor was hot. When he'd shortened her name to Neri, she'd melted. The muscles in his thighs were taught with his impending release and she wanted more than anything, to take him over the edge. She was eager to please him.

His shaft hit the back of her throat, triggering his release. It was hot, as she swallowed. His taste bold and spicy. Victor pulled tighter on her hair
. A growl slipping from his lips.
Nerina's breasts were heavy as heat gathered between her thighs. Her knees were digging into the unsympathetic ground and she didn't care. She wanted to taste him. Feel his dominant strength as he continued to pump mercilessly into her mouth, stretching her lips to a painful bliss. She never got off on pain, but with Victor she was receptive. Her stomach pitched into a freefall from the anticipation and her gut clenched from the reaction. Nerina was so turned on she was practically dying to get out of her clothes. She watched as his eyes widened slightly and his nostrils flared. They were pitch black, his eyes now fully dilated, swallowing his irises like a junkie high on drugs. Only it was her that was causing the reaction. She was the stimulant.

A bone deep ache settled in her core. Pulsing in a way that left her breathless. She would have stood, but stayed in place because he hadn't given her permission to move. It wasn't because she was shying away from what she wanted. She wasn't doing it because she lacked the will to do for herself, or because of an alternate or conflicting need. No, she stayed kneeling because if she did move, it would relinquish the power she had over him, over the situation.

“You're fucking amazing Neri.” His voice hitting a low pitch , she felt the vibration in her clit.

The warmth from his body surrounded her, wrapping her in a trance-like state. She could feel his closeness. Hear his heart as it beat a steady cadence in his chest. It soothed her own rapid pulse as she tried to slow her heart to match his. There was something about him that lay waste to her insecurities. It wasn't because she could feel his blood coursing through her veins, it was him. He was the reason she felt powerful and unafraid. One thing occupied her mind, pulling her back from her state of bliss. Was he into her now because her scars were gone? Was it because they were closed off from the rest of the world where no one could comment on the status of whatever it was they were sharing? Nerina cleared her thoughts, throwing herself back into the moment. She was going to relent this one time. Be free of any choice and contradictions. She was going to bask in the now, live in the moment. Everything else would have to be sorted after their time together was over. She didn't think this meant they were going to be each other's one and only. Happiness was for those who believed in a positive outcome in all things. It was for the ones that accepted the true challenge of life's obstacles, and worked hard to carve out their slice of life. Nerina was a cynic. She knew what dangers lurked behind closed doors, or hung out on street corners. Hell, she was danger. Nerina Simpson was the one you didn't bring home and introduce to your family. She wasn't someone, anyone could be proud of. She'd done horrible things. Truly grotesque in nature if she chose to dig deep and look inside. She didn't do hearts and flowers. She believed in the here, and now. All wrong doings committed in the past or in the future would never be wiped clean. And she wouldn't regret a thing. Especially this.

Was Victor in control? Yes he was, and she was too. It was an equal exchange of power, and now that her mind and her body were in sync with her most basic needs, she was free to feel what only he could give her. The texture of his callous fingers as he caressed the underside of her jaw caused Nerina to shiver involuntarily as he gave her his approval. Not with words, but by the way he touched her. Victor's fingers were firm, but soft. His touch, all-encompassing as his hands tangled in her hair to bring her face up to meet his.

“Rise Neri.”

She did, slowly. Her joints ached. She could still feel the after effects of what the bear had done to her body. She was sore, but she was also relaxed, her muscles languid. Her mind was clear and free of worries. She was rooted in the moment.

Victor inspected her from head to toe. His eyes lingering on spots that were considered intimate. When their eyes finally locked on one another, his warmed. She saw his raw need. Felt the power of it in her bones.

“Follow me.”

Turning, he walked deeper into the cave and without question, she followed. The further they walked, the warmer the cave became. The orange of the fire gave way to a blue glow as they continued down a path only he knew. Victor peered back to look at her over his shoulder, a thick lock of hair covering one eye as he watched her with an appreciative glance. The blue on the walls seemed to glow. The sound of water became evident as they drew closer to their destination.

“The water is a warm ninety-degrees.” Victor said.

Nerina peered down into the clear blue water. Steam rose up forming a thin layer of mist that covered the top of the pool. Victor stepped behind her, brushing her hair aside from one shoulder to nibble on the exposed skin. His hands wound around her belly securing her in his hold and again his erection was pressed against the crease of her ass. The heat of his breath let loose a string of butterflies in her belly. The sexual energy in the cave became overpowering and intoxicating. Nerina's chest began burned and that's when she realized she'd stopped breathing.

“Breathe with me, Neri.”

“I'm… trying…” Her words cut off by the force of the breaths she tried to take.

Victor began undressing her until she was in nothing but her underwear. Habit had her covering herself, but he wouldn't allow it. Slowly he removed her arms covering her chest.

“There is no reason to hide. You're beautiful.”

Was she really? She'd worn her physical scars for so long on the outside, they'd seeped into her insides, taking up residence and planting roots. Spreading to places that were already dark and tainted.

“Now you think I'm beautiful, because the scars are gone.”

He didn't respond at first. She could tell when his demeanor changed. He was annoyed that she'd interrupted an intimate moment. Regardless of how he made her feel, Nerina was still going to say what was on her mind. Even if it ruined her chances at what promised to be an amazing orgasm. Truth was truth, and he'd struggled with her physical deformity.

“I've always thought you were beautiful. There were things that were in the way. Still are in the way. I don't want to talk about real shit. Instead, I want to concentrate on other things.” His lips whispered across her shoulder, and the hands that moments ago undressed her, made their way to her hips where he squeezed, making her body sway into his.

There is nothing wrong with this. You want it just as much as he does.
No regrets.
Even if he was interested in her now that her scars were gone. One night stands weren't her forte. It was going to be hard to digest when all this was over. But she knew what this was. There had been no promises, and no talks of future hook-ups. This was a one-time deal.

“Take off your panties,” the guttural sound of his request had her toes curling and her hands clenching at her sides. Nerina's hands went to the waist-band of her underwear. Victor placed his hands over hers as she slid them down her thighs. He followed placing kisses along her back, down her butt, and kissed each of her legs, stopping at her ankles.

“I want to lick you from head to toe,” Victor stood, turning Nerina so she was standing in front of him. Kneeling again, he gently lifted her foot to remove her underwear. He gripped them in his hand, bringing her underwear to his face and inhaled deeply. Maybe it was a wolf thing. Animals used their senses the most, and for Victor, maybe it was the same. Rising, he took her hand and led her into the water. It was warm as it slushed around her waist in a loving caress. Muscles she hadn't realized were tight loosened and relaxed her further.

“I'm going to wash you, and then I am going to fuck you, dirty.”

She wasn't going to argue with that.

Nerina let him control her movements. He dipped his hands into the water so that he could pour the warmth over her shoulders. She purred as the water cascaded over her shoulders and down her back..

“I love your noises, Neri. The sounds you make, make my dick hard. Knowing it's me making you feel good.” His words were turning her on. Maybe it was the honesty in his words. Or just the sound of his voice, either way it pushed all the right buttons.