Captiva Capitulation (13 page)

“I’m sorry.” She really was. Blythe needed a rough slamming, all the way to her cervix. At least until her head spun.

He moved to a side table, reached high above it, and then shifted back to her. A paddle in hand, it wasn’t spikey, but carved with textured waves. He moved it over her left cheek, leaving goose bumps in its wake. “So wide open and vulnerable for me, your pussy is all mine. Your ass, too.” He demanded, “Count. If you forget, we’ll start over. Since I need this as hard as you do, we’ll stop at five so you aren’t so sore tomorrow. Do you understand?”

Okay, it wasn’t a whip, but still…he said that he needed it
hard.
Her mind reeling, she opened her mouth to negotiate when he stepped in front of her face, distracting her. Flickering in and out with his Beast, Blythe lost her words at the sight of
all that male
. Immediately, her eyes touched his nipples, one pierced with a miniature wooden dagger. His Beast remained fixated on her. She could see it there, pacing behind his eyes with the increasing moon.

“I’m lost watching you watch me, Blythe.” He smacked the paddle against his palm. “I want to come in you until you drip, soaking you in my scent. I could be doing that right now. Instead, I have to discipline you, even though I warned you no more than five minutes ago.”

Lowering one hand, he hooked his thumb inside the waistband of his leathers, easing it down to relieve the pressure on his cock. Yeah, he was packing some serious wood inside his pants, and she wanted it. She blazed a visual trail over his line of midnight hair, disappearing where she desperately wanted to see.

“I’m just so hot,” she complained, wiggling against the cuffs. Her tongue snaked out, licking her dry lips. Hand leaving his waistband, he traced the moisture she left behind with his thumb. Keeping his eyes fixed on hers, he brought it to his mouth, tasting.

“Like Bane said, Blythe, you’re in heat, a chemical reaction in your body calling out for mine to sate you.  There’s only one way to help you and that’s if your true male gives you release, primarily with his cock. And since I’m the werewolf male who caused your heat, I’m the only one who can fix it.” With a flick of his thumb, he unsnapped his pants, slowly sliding them down his legs. A purely masculine smile shaped his lips. “Do you want me, baby?” He wrapped his hand around the thick stalk of his sex, presenting himself for her.

In the mirror, she saw that her eyes were huge, swallowing her face. “Yeah. I’ve seen men get piercings there…uh, down at INKS before, but nothing like that!”

His hands tightened, one remaining on his cock and the other around the handle of the paddle. Apparently, Rock didn’t like what he was hearing. “I’m very well aware of the fact that you used to work there, and I stress
used to
. Since you were the bookkeeper, why were you watching other men get their cocks pierced?”

“First off, I thought it was hot.” She jutted her chin as much as she could in her vulnerable position. “Well, to be more specific, the guys that usually had it done were hot. At the time, I was a woman without a man in her life and I wanted to look.”

“Oh, and I bet none of them minded, did they?”

“No,” she admitted honestly, pulling a tiger by his tail. “Ryan said he usually made more money on the nights that I was there.”

Rock rolled his thumb over his newly weeping head. “The thought of another male wanting you to see him through his piercings does strange things to my cock, although I’m jealous by your admission.” In his hand, the paddle twirled. “I’m stiffer than I’ve ever been in my life.” Another sudden movement and he stood aside her, his erection pressed against her hip.
All that metal
. Slowly, his hand circled each globe. “Why am I paddling you, naughty mate?”

She flinched at the demand in his voice, couldn’t remember why he was punishing her, so she came up with the best reason she could think of. “I was difficult.” Air spun above her ass before the paddle landed.
Smack.
“Oh,” she groaned. After the sudden fire, the residual burn plumped her feminine flesh. “Uh, one.”

“I expect you to count better than that.” His voice dropped, distorting into something familiar.

His werewolf.

Another whack made headway, this one between her thighs, right on her dripping sex. “Argh!” But it hurt so good. “Two!” she screamed, tensing her thighs for the next onslaught. It was a good thing, too, since Rock delivered the next three blows in quick succession. And when he finished, he didn’t rub her scalding flesh, but hissed like a jungle cat, burying his beastly tongue against her back crevice. Then his werewolf emitted a strangled growl, reverberating through her sopping core.

Watching him in the mirror, Blythe panted, mesmerized by the feel of him - the
sight
of him. Rock had his eyes closed while he tongue fucked her forbidden hole, as if he were relishing her flavor there, her scent. Damn, he exuded sexuality. The way that six-foot eight frame wrapped over her body, his strong hips undulating between her legs in time with his mouth moving against her ass. In and out. In and out. Moans bounced around the room, hers. All answered by escalating growls, his.

“So silky soft,” he groaned. When she squirmed from his insistent tongue, he brought his palm around and ran his forefinger slowly over her clitoris. That crazy tongue of his thickened and elongated, burrowing through her. She sucked in a breath and exploded, her heart hammering in her ears. “That’s the way,” he crooned, running his big palm up and down her body as he then slurped against her pussy, drinking her.

Unashamedly, she realized she was sobbing. Had she ever sobbed before during sex? Probably not, since everything was different with Rock. When she came back down, she felt odd, open, still needy, though she climaxed amazingly. Pressing her forehead to the leather, she closed her eyes, sensing him positioning his sex behind her.

“You’re open now, just like I knew you would be. We won’t need the lube baby, my saliva works well during full moon and only with my mate.” A chain rattled, his hands moving quickly. “The way you respond to me, it’s torture and pleasure rolled into one.” She felt his warm head against her ass and silicone against her labia. “I will train you here, in the way of taking more than one male.” Blythe would do anything to fill this mounting achiness. “And even though my control hasn’t been tested like this in my entire life, Blythe, I won’t come in you for the first time until we’re outside in the marsh, so don’t feel as though I’m slighting you in this.”

He pushed in.

She whimpered.

Two cocks, one flesh and blood and one not, entered her body. The friction of his multiple piercings would have brought her to her knees if she were standing. He didn’t stop until after he passed that telltale ring, which always fought any intrusive presence. Her fingers clinched into her palms, fists pumping above her cuffs. “This is too much.”

“Breathe deeply,” he said softly.

Could she breathe right now? She couldn’t even think straight. Shocking ecstasy torched every nerve in her body, lighting her aflame. Still, she sucked in a gulping breath.

“Release it,” he insisted, “and push down.”

“Push down?”

“With your lovely ass, push down.” His free hand came around and gripped the front of her throat, his thumb rolling over her hammering pulse. “Blow out your breath, and when you do, push down.”

She did and he slid through, piercings and all, filling her ass with his inhuman girth and stroking her vaginal walls with a smaller dildo. Rock moved his hand, flicked something and the toy vibrated within her, spinning against her g-spot. She wouldn’t last this way, not for a minute. A single swivel from his hips and Blythe cried out as he groaned in pleasure against her ear.

“Baby, it’s spinning against me, too. Your membrane is so thin that I can feel your new toy on my cock, vibrating my metal. Umm.” Panting, his breath feathered her hair. “Fuck, it’s amazing. I’m fighting it, you know? Denying myself. It’s pure torment not to push, allowing you to feel my presence, simply accepting every thick inch of me while I remain steady. That way, I’ll deliver the biggest load you’ve ever felt when we’re under the moon, a combined orgasm that will rip us to shreds” He dragged in a breath, swallowing audibly at her ear. “Come again for me.” He demanded between gasps. “Torture me sweetly by your clenching.”

God help her, she did. Her body clamped around both cocks until tears pricked her eyes. When she thought that all the air had left her body, Blythe surprised herself with an earsplitting scream. Her spasms didn’t stop until her body combusted into thousands of pieces. “Rock,” she heard herself say, her vision dancing around the room, going in and out.

Already out of her body, Rock moved far away from her, undoubtedly in Were speed. Mild wind gusted against her skin, all restraints falling from her limbs in its wake. Yes, he misted in the way of werewolves, but why not face her? Why not stop and see to her? Disconcerted, and a little hurt, she pushed up from the table just as she heard running water in the adjacent bathroom.

Was he cleaning off his body?

By a single French door, an oxford shirt hung on a peg. It’s style completely out of place for a man such as Rock. She eyed it and walked over on unsteady legs. Without a second thought, she tossed it on, pushing her hands through its arms, and then stepped outside into the moonlight.

Sanibel Island was a haven.

On this side of his house, opposite of the beach, the marsh was its thickest. Not for the first time, she heard the night’s call, saw the stars dotting the treetops, forming a welcome entreaty. “I want to be free, to walk down the street, to shop in the grocery store, to work among humans, and more than anything, I want to help other Donors have their freedom, too.” Rock had given her the best gift she’d been given in a long time: a day at the beach, in the open air where no harm had come to her. Even though she was pissed over ‘rights to mate’, she hadn’t had a day like this in…forever.

Her hands came to her head...flashing behind her eyes...

“
You want your daughter free of him. Answer me, Salk, because you cannot leave what you helped start. No one leaves and lives. Or in your case, you don’t leave expecting your daughter to still live.”

Boots on crushed glass, hands carrying her through an open window, the night sky meeting her face. All eyes on them, countless yellow slits peppering the sky like sinister stars. Breaths coming closer, screams and shouts resounded from behind.

“No! Noooo!” Suddenly, Blythe found herself in the middle of the marsh, her bare feet crushing fallen branches as she ran. She glanced around, spotting many lizards climbing high in the trees, indicating predators hunting beneath their feet. Circling, she couldn’t locate the path because there wasn’t one, neither did she see Rock’s house. What had she done?

Blythe stared up to find eyes. Eyes flickering in the trees, watching her, so still, all of them, until a loud footfall thudded behind her. In unison, those glowing eyes shifted, fixing right behind her. And she knew better than to turn around.

But she had to.

Blythe spun on her heel. An eight-foot Rock stood behind her, his chest rising and falling in short bursts, his massive fists opening and closing at his sides. Overhead, trees groaned under significant weight, werewolves moving from branch to branch. She could almost feel their concern over her, watching and waiting to see what Rock was going to do. That’s when he snarled. Was it at them or her? She didn’t know, but then her breath caught in her throat when his ten talons clawed crazily at her shirt, easily disintegrating the fabric into white threads without harming a hair on her body.

He assumed she had run.

And she had a stinking suspicion that she was wearing some other male’s shirt, carrying another male’s
scent
on her body. By the look on his face, the glow of his Beast, Rock wouldn’t listen to any explanations. She had unleashed something he might not be able to control. And she was standing nude before him. His body moved with primal purpose, and she forced herself not to back away, to stay still.

“Mine,” he growled low, licking his left canine, focusing on the pulse speeding at the base of her throat. “Mine!” he shouted high, waving his claws at the trees. Cocking his head as bodies scattered, his celestial blues moving this way and that until only a
few
  remained. Satisfied, Rock roared until her ears blistered, his growl echoing throughout the island.

At that sound, she dripped for him. Had no idea why, but she did.
Because you belong to me, belong to the night, my mate.
That’s all she heard before an oversized hand palmed her, bringing her naked body flush against his naked body. Pulling Blythe backwards, Rock took the brunt of their fall as they landed on palm fronds and soft ferns. Pinning her down gently with his body’s weight, Rock’s mouth went to the juncture between her shoulder and neck, laving, coaxing her tendons to relax. And Blythe did relax, going liquid under the slow motion of his teeth and tongue. His knees moved her thighs wide, his thick head prodding her entrance without any assistance of his hands. He rocked his hips, delved inside her as his thick canines clamped her tender flesh. The bite hurt at first, but as the seconds passed, it paralled an orgasm. Her body went languid. She lost herself in the moon breaking between the trees, and his powerful body moving inside hers. Blythe sensed every bump delivered by his piercings, every ridge and corded vein of his substantial cock as he brought her to the brink of a convulsing climax, holding her there.

Lowering from the trees, blue eyes circled them. But Blythe didn’t care; Rock was transforming her body, plunging deeper as the moon fed her. When he finished swallowing her blood, he lifted his face, sniffing the salty air, though his blue stare stayed on her. He picked up his pace, his hips thrusting, his sex hitting her to the very top and then some. And then she fell, right off that edge he'd kept her on, releasing violently. Her inner walls suctioned him, pulling him higher inside her body until he grew quiet above her. She looked up to see his body emitting an electric blue glow as he took one final plunge, tensed, grunted, and then splattered her with his seed. Just as he had promised, she dripped from it and she wasn’t yet standing.