Arielle and the Three Wolves (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (9 page)

He used his cane to get around the house, and used it to walk to the dining room for diner. She poured him a glass of California red wine when he sat down. She felt nervous when she brought his food out to him. She wanted him to like it. She didn’t know why it was so important to her because she could still hardly say she knew him after only a single day. But the meal was important to her. He was important to her.

He raised his glass in a toast. “To a new relationship,” he said.

She could not stop the smile on her face when he said that. She raised her glass slowly. She thought she should have some witty reply, but her mind was a blank.

“You know this is a wonderful meal, don’t you?” he asked her.

“It should be. I worked hard enough on it.”

“I intend to enjoy it.” He picked up his knife and fork and dug into his steak. He almost had it finished in a few bites.

“I’m glad you like it, Jason.”

“But you still don’t trust me, even after going to all this trouble for me?”

She was confused. She felt so many different emotions when she was with him. Some of them seemed to be at cross-purposes with each other. She couldn’t sort them all out. “I just don’t know what to think about you, Jason,” she told him honestly. “I haven’t even known you for a day yet.”

“All right. I’ll tell you about myself.”

“I wish you would.”

“My dad died a few years ago and left my brothers and me a few hundred acres in Shifter Valley. We’re cattle ranchers. We make a decent living and have a nice home. My brothers and I work hard, and we play hard, and no one in my house cooks as good as this.”

It suddenly dawned on Arielle who Jason was. “You’re Jason Wildback,” she said. “Your brothers are Kyle and Luke.”

He tilted his wine glass to her. This was the first time she had one up on him. “Very good, Arielle,” he told her. “But how did you know?”

“The day after I operated on your leg, your brothers came by the house. They showed me your picture and said they were looking for you. They seemed very worried about you, but they weren’t too friendly.”

Jason threw his head back and laughed. “They’re shifters, too. They tracked me here by smell. When they saw a beautiful woman, they knew I couldn’t be far behind.”

She tried to let his comment pass. She didn’t like it. Apparently he had a reputation. “Jason, they were very worried about you. You need to let them know you’re here, and that you’re all right. In a sense they were right about me that day. They said they thought I was keeping you inside the house. I didn’t know how right they were at that time.”

He sighed. “I’ll give them a call tomorrow. I’m not ready just yet to give up our own little private world together. As soon as I call them they’ll be back.”

She felt disappointment. She thought perhaps his brothers would take him away. She picked at her food and was quiet for a minute. She felt him stare at her across the table. By this time she had gotten used to it. It gave her a warm sensation when she knew he looked at her.

“You know we have a lot to talk about, Arielle.”

“I know we do. I don’t know where to begin.”

“It seems to me like fate brought us together. I believe in fate,” he told her.

“You’ve had a month to get to know me,” she said. “I told you some pretty intimate things when you were the wolf. In fact I had some heart-to-heart talks with the wolf that I probably couldn’t have had with a person. But I’ve only known you for a day, and I’m struggling to adjust and keep up.”

“You’re going to have to learn how to trust me, Arielle.”

“Yeah, well, that’s going to take some time. If you know anything about me, you must know by now that I’m not real good on trusting people.”

“I’m not going to hurt you, Arielle,” he said. His tone had become serious. “And I won’t leave you.”

She looked across the table to him and could almost believe him. She wanted to believe him so much it hurt inside. She knew she needed him in her life and wanted him to be a good man.

“I think I better go and get your dessert,” she said, and wanted to change the subject to something more comfortable. “You’re already finished with your dinner.”

He caught her as she walked past his chair and stopped her progress into the kitchen. “Dessert can wait,” he told her.

She sat back down across from him and stared down at her hands in her lap. They trembled. He made her feel like a child when he treated her like this. But his self-confidence and forceful nature were a part of his personality that grew on her. He was dominant. Maybe that’s what she needed from a man. If she was with him, she knew that’s what she would get.

He got up from his place at the head of the table and came to sit at her side. “You only have one bedroom in this house,” he said, and brought up her face so she would have to meet his gaze.

“About that, Jason,” she started. She felt so small when he held her face like this. “Last night was different for me. But I don’t think it’s a good idea if we sleep together again.”

“Because you don’t trust me?”

“I’m afraid of getting hurt,” she told him honestly.

“I’m not going to let you be afraid anymore, Arielle. That’s bullshit. You’re a beautiful and young woman. You need to start living your life again.”

“You don’t know very much about my life.”

“I know enough.” He took her hand and helped her up out of her chair. “Come with me,” he said, and his voice was filled with command. She could not say no to him.

He led her into the bedroom. She trembled when he put his hands on her and drew her up to him for a kiss. She was past the point of argument. She was not sure this was the right thing to do at all. Yet it was about to happen.

“I know what you need, Arielle,” he whispered to her. “I know how to take care of you. I’ll cherish you and I’ll worship you. Just give into the feelings you have. They’re normal feelings. What’s not normal is for you to live by yourself like this and shut out the rest of the world.”

“I believe you,” she said, her voice barely audible. All of a sudden something had snapped inside her, and she knew she had to go with what she felt for him. She wasn’t about to fight him anymore. Maybe she did need to be dominated. “I’ll do whatever you tell me, Jason. I will submit to you. I want you to know I’ve never submitted to anyone before, not like this.”

He pulled her down to the bed with him, and she was on top. His strength consumed her, and he had her body positioned over his with little effort. He thrust her over his knee. She was on her stomach with her butt in the air, and her face to the floor. They both still had their clothes on.

“Jason, what are you doing?” she asked him. She didn’t know if she liked this or not.

She heard the slap resound off her buttock almost before she felt the sensation. It stung. She let out a startled yell. “Jason, no, don’t,” she called back over her shoulder to him, but she laughed as she said it. This was a new experience. She had never been spanked before.

He turned her back over to face him. “You’re about to learn what it’s like to spend the night with the big bad alpha wolf,” he told her. He reached to open the snap on her jeans. Next came the sound of her zipper as he loosened her pants. “Do you trust me?” he asked her.

She realized she was completely vulnerable beneath him. “I’m going to try,” she answered. She helped him to push her jeans below her waist, down to her knees.

In a blink he had her turned around, and she faced the carpet, once more bent over his knee. Now only her panties were left between the palm of his hand and her butt cheeks. He spanked her harder this time. The sensation burned, and she gritted her teeth. But she did not resist him. She had yielded to him, and now he dominated her entirely.

She felt like a toy in his big arms as he brought her back around to face him. His fingers were inside the elastic of her panties. “Come on. You don’t need these,” he told her. His voice was serious.

“Yes, sir,” she told him in mock seriousness. She helped him lower the panties to her knees with the jeans.

He flipped her body around again. She was prone beneath him, and her bare buttocks were exposed to his palm. Already her cheeks burned. He started again. His open hand spanked her. She knew he only used a portion of his strength with her, but even that was enough to bring forth sensations she never knew existed. The first few minutes it hurt. She gritted her teeth. She tried not to yell back at him.

To her amazement after more time had passed, she began to relish her position bent over his knee, the total vulnerability, the submission. She had never felt like this before. She held his leg and concentrated on her pussy muscles. After another moment passed, she had achieved an intense orgasm. Now she did cry out into the bedroom, but this time it was from pleasure.

His hand stopped. She lay over his knee and caught her breath.

He scooped her up in his big arms and turned her around on his lap. She looked up into his intense eyes. She didn’t need to say anything to him. This was the most intimate experience she’d ever had with another person. She had just allowed a man to spank her. No words were required between them.

He helped her to sit up on the bed, and she realized her butt burned from the spanking. She raised her arms over her head, and he removed her shirt and bra in one sweep of his hands. She was naked, except she still had her shoes and socks on and her jeans and underwear were pooled at her ankles.

He lifted off the bed. His big weight made the mattress shift. Without words, he began to undress in front of her. He was stiff in his movement because of his broken leg. She reached down to untie her shoes, and when they were off, she kicked out of her jeans and panties.

Naked, she crawled onto the bed above the covers. She lay on her side and watched him take off his clothes. Every muscle in his body was sculpted and perfect. His cock was enormous. He was the largest man she had ever been with.

He crawled into bed with her. It was a warm night outside. She had not turned the air conditioner on, so they would not need the covers all night. He took her into his arms, and she accepted his touch. She rested her head quietly against his chest and let him hold her. This felt so good she didn’t want him to ever stop.

She wasn’t too sure what he wanted from her or how she should react. It had been so long since she’d had a lover that she was out of practice. It seemed like it was another lifetime ago the last time she’d been in bed with a man and given her body to him. Now everything seemed new. Their naked bodies pressed together, his arms around her back, the slight scent of sweat on his chest, the ache in her pussy from the orgasm that had just passed. It was all new. She marveled at each new sensation her body experienced. She no longer felt like herself.

“I can’t take you as hard as I want to because of this damn leg,” he told her.

She kissed his chest and let her body tingle as his hands ran down her back. Her butt still burned from where he had spanked her. “Just hold me, Jason,” she whispered to him.

“Turn around, you’re missing it,” he said. Once more he moved her body like it was a toy in his powerful hands. He placed her on her other side, and she faced away from him, her back to him.

“What?” she asked him. This whole thing seemed like a dream. She was afraid she would wake up soon and be alone again.

“You told me you love to watch the sun set from this window at night. Well, we’ve got a nice one tonight.”

He repositioned his arms around her. She held onto his arms and pressed them to her body. Before her, out her bedroom window, the Tetons were arrayed in a light show from the setting of the sun behind them. Shadows played with everything outside, and the foliage in the distance was turned purple. She had enjoyed this same view a hundred times in this same bed by herself. Now, to experience it with Jason made it new again, like the first time she had seen it.

“It’s so beautiful,” she whispered to him, as the bedroom grew dark around them.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, and kissed his way along her shoulder, along her neck, and tickled her ear lobe with his warm breath. She held onto him tighter.

He removed his arms and lay on the bed on his back. She turned around to face him. The room was mostly dark. But what she could see told her the erection of his cock was angry and urgent.

He lifted her up, and she hiked her leg over his body. To be on top of this magnificent man, to have mounted him, the sensation made her pussy weep. He clutched her naked buttocks in his big palms and forced her to move down his body. She had thought he wanted to take her. Her pussy was ready for him, but he had something else in mind for her.

He prodded her up to her knees and she made her way down his huge body and stopped when her pussy was positioned over his face, her spread legs on either side of his head. She reached out and held onto the headboard of her bed. Her heart started to race because she knew what he wanted to do with her.

His tongue flicked out, and the tip ran the length of her swollen pussy. Upon first contact she let out a strangled cry. Her voice did not even sound like her own. He held her thighs in his hands and began to eat her. Her distended clit was in his mouth. He sucked on her until she was forced to let out another cry. Her hips began to gyrate against his face. Her thighs clenched across his cheeks so tight she could feel the whiskers on his face. She couldn’t stand the pleasure. It was more than she had felt in the past, and he was insistent and wouldn’t let up. She knew he was too strong for her, and she would never get away from him. He had her trapped against his face, and all she could do was feel.