City Wolves: Paranormal Shapeshifter Werewolf Romance Bundle (Master of the City / Mistress of the City) (8 page)

P
leasure rolled
through Vanessa’s body, holding her in thrall to this powerful man who covered her on the bed. His mouth was hot over her, and the tension in her body tightened until she thought one more lick, one more thrust of his fingers would shatter her apart.

It didn’t. Instead, she rode the pleasure higher and higher, relished the tension that held her prisoner and made it a part of her. Biting her lip, she fought back her release. She didn’t want it to end, but he was relentless. Turning his hand, he stroked across her g-spot and she cried out, the intense pleasure bringing her hips off the bed.

“Jace… please,” she begged, not caring that all her life, she’d been told she was a McCauley and McCauley’s didn’t beg. She didn’t care, she’d do anything for him not to stop what he was doing.

He pulled from her, giving her clit a last, long lick and crawled up her body. He took in the expression on her face and smiled, dropping his head to place a soft kiss on her lips. “Soon, I promise.”

She murmured, tasting herself on his lips. It wasn’t unpleasant, a soft, almost musky taste that was unmistakable. She bit her lower lip, watching him as he settled over her. A rough-haired knee pushed hers further apart. When had he lost the pants, she wondered, but the question was lost the instant the thick, wide head of his cock brushed against her.

She sucked a breath in. He was huge. Larger than any man she’d had before. Although, to be fair, the few dalliances she’d had in her teens had been short and sweet. They’d all ended right after they found out who her father was. No teenaged lad, even a macho, bull-headed lycan teen, wanted to tangle with a pack alpha.

“Shh, I’ll be gentle,” he murmured in her ear, his lips brushing the sensitive spot just beneath it. Goosebumps rolled over her skin, a fine trembling setting up in her limbs. Restlessness urged her to move, but she stayed still, waiting.

“I won’t break,” she whispered back, turning her head to kiss him. A hard kiss, with her dominant this time. His lips parted in surprise and she used that, sliding her tongue in to find his. Tempting him to come play with her. He groaned, deep in his throat and rocked his hips against hers, pushing against her entrance. Not sliding in, just pushing against her until she was half mad with the need for him to take her. Breaking the kiss, she nipped his lower lip.

“Just
do
it.”

He pulled back, his expression tight with the control she could feel he was exerting. His body was coiled tight as a spring, ready to snap at any moment. He held her gaze for a second. Then he moved. His hips surged forward, driving his cock into her. A gasp tore from her as he breached her, the broad head stretching her delicate sheath around the steel of his erection.

“That’s it princess,” his words whispered over the skin of her neck. “Slow and easy, you can take it all.”

As he spoke, he slid into her, the movement so slow that she felt every thick inch, every ridge, every vein. She even felt the fast, strong pulse of his heart, right through his cock as he buried it deep inside her.

“Gods, you’re tight. Slick and hot and wet, and
tight
.” He groaned when he bottomed out, his hips against hers. She couldn’t breath, except in short, hard pants. She was full. Stretched to the limit, so far that she was sure she’d split in two.

And it felt glorious.

“Just a moment,” she begged, pulling her bonds tight as she waited for her body to adjust. She could take him, she
would
take him.

“Shhh, it’s okay. You feel fucking fantastic, you know? Your pussy is like a silk glove, wrapped tight around my cock.” His words, muttered into the shadows, were a dark temptation and she felt herself relax. The burn in her cunt became an ache. A burning ache that urged her to move. A dictate she couldn’t disobey. She rocked her hips and he swore.

“Fuck, yeah. Do that again.”

She did, and the movement shifted him inside her. Just a half inch, but the slick slide of his cock in her pussy ignited nerve endings she’d never felt before. Pleasure rolled through her, sparking between them in a conflagration so intense she was surprised that they didn’t burn the bed down around them.

“Ugh… yeah. Do that.” He pushed himself up, a hand sliding under her hips to lift her so he could kneel. Her breasts jiggled, their nipples tight, dark buds standing out stark against her pale skin in the semi-dark of the room. He pulled out, and she felt a pang of loss, her pussy clenching around his retreating cock, as though to keep him inside her but before she could complain, he surged back in again. Then again and again, until the bed rocked under the force of their coupling.

“That’s it, princess.” His voice came in harsh pants. “You take it all, every inch of my cock. And you like it, don’t you? You like being fucked by an alpha wolf.”

She didn’t have time to answer because he reached between them and pressed his thumb down over her clit. Her back arched, a cry escaping her lips as the tightness in her body ratcheted up another couple of notches. She was so close to the edge she should have gone over it by now. Would have if she’d been on her own, in her bedroom with her vibrator between her legs. She always picked them big, liked the thickest she could find… the ones that felt like they were tearing her in two the first time she used them, but then, slick with her juices, were never enough.

Jace was enough. He rubbed her clit in hard, fast strokes, his cock slamming into her with such power it took her breath away.

“Admit it, princess,” he demanded, reaching up to pinch her nipple. “You like being fucked, and fucked hard.”

She nodded, but the words wouldn’t come. She could barely think, let alone form a sentence. What did he want from her?

He was panting hard, now, his thrusts becoming un-coordinated, like a thread that had begun to unravel. He was close. Just as close as she was.

“Admit it, sweetheart, and I’ll fuck you all night long. I’ll take you in ways you’ve only ever dreamt of… give you pleasure like you’ve never known. I’ll make you take my cock every way you have. Hard, fast, and dirty… would you like that? Huh?”

“Oh god, yeah. Please,” she whimpered as he flicked over her clit again. With a cry, she tumbled over the edge, and into the maelstrom of pleasure below. It didn’t just wash over her, it washed through her until all she knew was the tumultuous chaos of ecstasy.

Above her, Jace roared his release, slamming into her a last time before stiffening. His cock pulsed deep within, coating her inner walls with his hot seed. She moaned, loving the feel of it. She was hot, and slick and wet, filled with cum… the opposite of the good-girl pack princess everybody had always seen her as.

Jace dropped down, rolling to the side and releasing her wrists to gather her into his arms. His lips brushed her temple.

“You, princess, will kill a man with sex like that.”

She opened her eyes to look up at him, and smiled. “Oh, I don’t know. I heard you were a man that wasn’t afraid of death.”

His grin was a white flash of teeth in the darkness. “Princess, I’ve never been afraid of death… so do your worst.”

Reaching up, she pulled him down for another long, hard kiss before she broke away. “My worst, huh? Sounds like a challenge.”

And she was always a woman up for a challenge, something she intended to prove before the sun rose.

“
W
hoa
…look at the old boy, he’s getting old and slow. Just you watch, he’ll be getting fat next.”

Veyr rolled his eyes and ducked as his sparring partner aimed a vicious roundhouse at his head. Had the blow connected, and had he been human, it would have knocked him unconscious. It didn’t, and he wasn’t. An alpha werewolf, he was about as far from human as it was possible to get, without being like, a dragon or something.

Dropping to the ground, he swung a hard leg at his opponent’s ankles. The blow didn’t connect, but he hadn’t expected it to. What he expected was a second body hurtling through the air and he twisted to the side as an elbow slammed into the mats where his face had been just a moment before.

A back flip later and he was on his feet, fists up as he regarded the two men in front of him. One was Jace Trenton, his Captain, and the second was Reese, the cage fighter who’d replaced him as champion in the fight clubs: The King of the Ring.

“Fat? Really?” He arched an eyebrow. “I think you’ve forgotten who you’re talking to.”

Before he finished speaking, he launched into a complicated punch-kick combo that had him spinning and tumbling through the air. Jace and Reese stumbled back, both blocking before launching their own attacks.

His heart pounded, and energy sang through his veins, but a great sense of peace settled over him as they fought. It was just a sparring match, a friendly, but they were all fight professionals, and Weres to boot, the blows being exchanged would have felled lesser men. Yet, here, amongst the blood and the violence, he felt at home. Content. Free from all the bloody politics and mind games of his position as Master of the City.

Reese threw a punch, which Veyr blocked, but then hissed as lines of fire raked across his upper arm.

“Hey!” He backpedaled, putting some distance between himself and his opponents. “Put the damn claws away! Asshole cats.”

“Woof woof,” Reese threw back and rolled his shoulders. His eyes were bright with his cat, but the claws at the tips of his fingers receded. “Sorry man, they get away from me at times. Won’t happen again. Besides, you’ll easily heal a little boo-boo like that. You want me to get you a plaster? Or your woman to come kiss it better?” He shrugged. “I could kiss it better if you like…”

“Screw you, Reese.”

“Sorry, doll.” The cat blew kisses. “You’re not my type. Your girl though, what’s her name… Blue? She’s a real cutie. I’d love an armful of that.”

Veyr laughed and headed over to the bench. Grabbing a towel, he wiped the sweat off the back of his neck and shoulders. “Cyan… and she’d eat you for breakfast, believe me.”

Reese flopped down on the bench, his expression curious. “Really? The grapevine say’s she’s a non-shifter. One step up from human…”

Veyr chuckled, and even Jace cracked a smile. “Yeah, right. She’s a wolf through and through, even if she can’t shift. And she’s got balls of steel, seriously. I wouldn’t cross her.”

“Oooohhhh,” Reese caroled, unable to remain serious for a moment, then sang. “Veyr and Cyan, sitting in a tree.
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
…”

Veyr threw his towel. It hit the cat in the face, but Reese just chuckled. “Sad… you’re both in love. Real pathetic.” He heaved himself off the bench. “Which means all the single ladies are fair game for the master pussy cat here. The Cat gets the cream! Again!”

“What he’s not telling us,” Veyr commented to Jace as he reached down to snag his water bottle from where it had rolled under the bench. “Is that he gets slapped more times than he gets laid.”

Tipping his head back Veyr slugged down the water as Reese coughed and spluttered, trying to come up with a response. It was no good. Veyr had outmatched him and they both knew it.

The bottle was empty too fast and he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. Sparring always made him thirsty, and ravenous. In more ways than one.

“Speaking of women, I believe I have a prior appointment,” he said with a wink and turned toward the door. “Later, ‘gators!”

His own towel hit him in the back of the head, accompanied by Reese’s mock-snarl. “I’m a
cat
, asshole. Get the species right!”

* * *

V
eyr would be back soon
.

Cyan lay back in the bathtub, big enough for a football team, and sighed. Contentment warred with anticipation. Veyr had risen early to go sparring with his friends, and while she’d stretched out in the luxurious bed and relished the space, it had meant that they’d missed their usual bout of…lovemaking this morning.

Her eyes snapped open to study the ceiling. Who was she trying to kid? They fucked, and she loved it. Had gotten used to it. Which meant that now she rode the keen edge of sexual frustration.

She arched her back and let the warm water lap around her. Even that whisper-soft touch was too much, stroking along her hypersensitive skin like a caress. A soft sound, like a stifled moan, left her lips. Her stiff nipples played peekaboo from under the water, and the bubbles clung to the full curve of her breasts. Tightness and need coiled tight in her core, making her clit ache and her pussy clench. She needed to be fucked, but failing that, she needed to come.

Closing her eyes, she slipped her hand between her legs under the water. Practiced fingers found the tiny hidden bud of her clit and she rubbed and pressed. There was no slip under the water so she changed her touch, moving the flesh around her clit to get the stimulation she needed.

Heat built up in her pussy, extending long fingers out through her limbs, and whispering over her skin. She moaned and drew her knees up and further apart. If she kept her eyes closed, she could almost imagine it was Veyr touching her. She slipped into memory, reliving his big, calloused hands on her and the way his tongue felt as it curled around her clit.

Her breathing quickened, the lap of the water against her body and the side of the bath increasing with the speed of her hand moving under the water. With a groan, she slipped two fingers deep inside her pussy to seek and press against her g-spot. Her legs quivered, a delicious shiver raking her from her head to her toes, which curled under the bubbles.

The tension built up, the heat in her veins rising. She was almost there. Almost...

“Well, this is an excellent sight to come back to.”

A deep, male voice shot her out of her fantasies like a bullet from a gun. She jumped, snatching her hands away from her body and sat upright. Heat of the non-sensual kind burned her cheeks as she looked up.

Veyr stood at the side of the sunken bath, naked to the waist and his feet bare. His eyes blazed as he looked down at her. Heat and desire burned in the amber depths as his gaze raked her figure. She caught her breath and sank under the water.

“Oh no, you don’t get to hide. Not after a tease like that,” he growled, stripping off his pants and underwear in one quick movement. Freed, his cock bobbed against his toned stomach in a rampant display of his masculinity.

She squeaked as he waded into the tub, the sudden movement sloshing water everywhere. “Veyr, you’ll get everything wet.”

He grinned, wickedness twinkling in his eyes. “That’s the idea.”

He was on her before she could move away, she squeaked as he pulled her into his arms. Sweat and the scent of his wolf clung to his skin, but she didn’t care. As soon as his lips crashed down over hers, she was lost. His kiss was hard and dominant, the alpha wolf claiming what was his and proving it once again. His tongue parted her lips and drove within, seeking hers. She moaned, not resisting as he lifted her to a standing position, the water sleeting from her skin. His hands moved in the opposite direction to the water, skating over her skin to cup her full breasts.

“I love your tits,” he broke the kiss to whisper against her lips. Rough-skinned fingers tweaked her nipples and she gasped as the sharp shard of pleasure-pain arrowed straight down to her clit.

“But not as much as I love your pussy,” he murmured, the words between feather-soft kisses on her lips. “I missed it this morning… and you know what?”

“What?” She pulled away to look at him, knowing she looked dazed. He always did this to her. Turned her on so much she couldn’t think straight.

He grinned, a flash of white teeth in the tanned skin of his face. “I missed breakfast, so I’m hungry. And there’s only one thing I can think of that I want to eat.”

Then his arms were around her and she was lifted clear of the water. Gasping in surprise, she clung to his shoulders for all of the second he took to reach the edge of the huge tub and lay her down.

The tile was cold, a shiver running through her, but the heat in his gaze as he looked at her spread out was enough to warm her through. When he looked at her like that, she felt irresistible. The most desirable woman in the world rather than the prettily-plump sister of an alpha, one who couldn’t shift to boot.

None of that mattered now. All that mattered was Veyr and the way he looked at her. She lifted her arms above her head and arched her back. The growl that trickled from his throat said he liked the view. Not for long though.

Water slopped over the side of the tub, making the tiles around her slick, as he dropped to his knees in front of her. Without preamble, he grasped her knees with hard hands and shoved them apart. A gasp of anticipation parted her lips. She knew what was coming next, only an idiot would miss the intent in Veyr’s eyes as he leaned forward.

Plucked from the water, goosebumps rose over her skin as the cooler air of the room bathed her. Her body quivered, her stomach muscles tensed when his warm breath washed over her pussy lips. Even though she expected it, the first brush of his tongue—hot, rough and wet—still caught her by surprise.

Her soft moan synchronized with the slap of water against the side of the tub. Veyr growled, hands gripping her hips to hold her still and licked again. From slit to clit, then back again. He explored her nether lips as though he’d never touched her before, as though committing her to memory. Big hands pushed under her ass and spread out to grip the full globes. She wasn’t skinny, so her ass was more than enough for even his big hands.

He used the hold to part her further, the movement making water slop over the edge of the tub and slap against her ass. His tongue rasped over her clit as the tip of his little finger grazed her back entrance. Heat exploded through her at the forbidden touch, but almost instantly the light touch was gone.

He circled her clit with the hard blade of his tongue, then slid downward to circle the entrance to her cunt. Shivers chased themselves over her skin. She reached down to tangle her fingers in his hair, holding him in place.

Without warning, he stabbed his tongue deep inside her. Slid it in and out, hard and fast. He fucked her with his tongue, his strong fingers gripping her ass. She whimpered, rocking her hips against his face as little shocks of pleasure rolled through her veins. She didn’t care she was spread out on the cold tile and that at least some of the shivers were from the chill. It turned her on all the more, the cold at her back, and his heat between her legs.

“I’m gonna make you cum,” he pulled away to whisper, his chest heaving as he panted. She could smell his need and desire in the air, the scent wrapping her in its seductive coils, feeding her own need and that of her near-dormant wolf inside.

He bent his head again, but this time with the hot lash of his tongue, his finger returned to slip between her ass cheeks again. Her moan was deeper, more liquid as he circled her ass, pressing and testing the tight opening. Each lick sent her higher, each press and circle tightened her body until she was almost at breaking point. Her nipples beaded into hard nubs that demanded attention. Groaning, she gave in, cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples between her fingers.

“You look fucking fantastic like that,” Veyr pulled back to mutter, flicking his tongue over her clit between words. His hand disappeared for a moment, to return slick and wet. Her world narrowed to two points: his tongue over her clit and his finger against her ass.

Then he gave her a third. Closing his mouth over her clit, he sucked it into the warm cavern of his mouth as he thrust two fingers into her pussy. His little finger penetrated her ass, the slick digit pressing past the thick ring of muscle and within.

She screamed, her climax washing over her, the pleasure so intense that every muscle in her body went into spasm. He growled, pumping his fingers in both her holes and attacking her clit with his tongue until the sensations washing through her body were so much that her vision grayed out and she lost herself to pleasure.