Lesser of Two Evils (3 page)

“Good girl,” Ethan
murmured against her delicate flesh and kissed her there softly.

He crawled up
over her now, and she felt his erection against her leg. It was hard and hot. It
felt big. “You okay?” She nodded. “I’ll be as gentle as I can.” She nodded
again. “Put your legs around me.” He took one of her ankles and rested her foot
up on his lower back, then moved the other. “Like that.” She gulped air, and
her body shook. He kissed her  and she calmed. “As gentle as I can. Don’t be
afraid.”

“Okay,” she
whispered. She felt him against her center, and felt him enter her. He moved
slowly, easing into her. He was big. She felt like she would split in two and
tried to wiggle away.

“Be still. He
wants to claim you, and I’m having a hard time controlling him. I don’t want to
hurt you, and if you move like that, it makes it hard not to just slam into
you.” She nibbled her lip and nodded. Gently and slowly, he eased in a
centimeter at a time. She held her breath and squeezed her eyes shut. He moved
farther into her. “Jesus, you’re tight,” he said against her neck.

“Sorry,” she said,
and felt his chuckle against her skin.  She felt a sharp pinch deep inside her,
and she whimpered. “Ouch,” she said softly. It wasn’t as bad as her mother said
it would be, but it hurt. He pulled back and pushed into her again, kissing her
throat.

“Breathe, baby,” he
whispered She shuddered through a breath, and he stopped moving. “Again.” She
took another breath, then another. “Good girl. Keep breathing. I don’t want you
to pass out.” He moved inside of her, faster now, and she felt him tense. He
growled loudly in her ear, and she felt him spill inside of her. She wasn’t
sure how she felt about that. It was a hot and weird feeling,  she felt his
teeth on her skin at the base of her neck. His bite was quick and deep in her
shoulder.

She went still
while he tended the bite. Kerry only hoped he lost interest in this because,
except for when he kissed her down there, this was painful. He pulled out and
moved off her pulling her against him. His front was to her back. Ethan kissed
his bite, and her temple. His arm was like a steel band around her middle, and
within seconds, he was asleep.

She reached for
the remote that unfrosted the window, and pushed the button. She looked outside
at the trees. There was a floodlight to the right of the window  shining out into
the woods. She saw a deer nibbling at a bush,  a raccoon waddled by. Game. They
could hunt and fill the freezer. That deer could feed her family for a week.
Her wolf pushed her, and she got free of Ethan’s arm. She slipped from the bed
and went to the window, wondering how to get outside. It was right there, lean
muscle and unaware of the predator staring down at it. She looked for a door or
latch but found none. There was sticky wetness between her legs, and she
squeezed them together. That was his seed oozing out of her.
Eww,
she
thought. Her mother was right. It wasn’t a pleasant experience, but it could
get her pups when she was ready. Until then though, she would try to avoid it.

There was no door
here. How did you get outside of this house? She left the bedroom and wandered
into the next room, spotting a window. She unlocked it and raised it quietly.
Throwing her leg over the sash, then ducking under it, she was almost out when
a strong arm hauled her back in.

“What are you doing? "There's game right
there," she whisper-yelled at him, pointing in the direction of her prey.

 “We aren’t
hunting tonight. It’s our mating night.”

“I said, there’s
game. When there’s game, you hunt.” She tried to squirm away from him again. He
held on to her arm and lowered the window and latched it. “Let me go. I can get
her.” Ethan scooped her up and carried her back to the bedroom.

“Why are you even
awake?” he asked, putting her down on the bed. Kerry looked out at the deer
that still nibbled the bush. She moved to get off the bed again. “Stop it.” He
pushed her back down.

“I have to get
her. She can feed us for a week.”

“I don’t have room in my
freezer. Leave her.”

She looked up at
him then. This wasn’t home. Eating this week didn’t depend on a successful
hunt.

“I have a walk-in,
and it’s full. You will not go hungry here.” She stopped resisting him when it
finally got through her head. “Get on your hands and knees.”

“No, I’m okay.
I’ll go to sleep. I’m used to hunting when I can, so we have food.” She pulled
the covers over her. His eyes flashed. She shouldn’t have moved. At least he’d
been asleep and this wouldn’t have happened.

“On your hands
and knees,” Ethan commanded.

“Please,” she
begged. He growled in answer, and she moved to do what he said. “Don’t hurt me
again,” she begged. He pulled her hips back until she was at the edge of the
bed. He sank into her slowly, but not as slowly as before. Kerry held her
breath again. That seemed to help with the fullness. She still felt like she
was going to split in two.
He’s so big,
she thought. He leaned over her
then, his hands planted on the bed next to hers. She trembled beneath him. He
rocked against her until he roared his release and she felt the warmth again.
He pulled out of her, and she felt it drip onto her back.
Eww,
she
thought. He rubbed it into her skin with his palm.

“Mine,” he said.
His.
Kerry swallowed back a sob. His to do with as he pleased. She was trapped, just
like her mother.
So I can fuck you whenever I want
.

Kerry lay down
and hugged her pillow. This will get me pups and I want pups.

Kerry watched the
trees move in the breeze outside. She hadn’t slept much, and her eyes felt
sandy. He stirred behind her, and she stayed perfectly still. His erection
pressed to her bottom, and he wrapped an arm around her to pull her against
him. Her eyes went wide. He wanted to do it again. His hand dipped between her
legs, and his finger circled her nub. Oh. She sucked in a sharp breath. “I
don’t think you enjoyed our time last night as much as you could have enjoyed
it.”

His lips were
against her ear, and she felt his warm, damp breath there. It made her toes
curl and the muscles deep inside her clench again. She stretched against him. He
put a finger inside of her, and she moaned lightly. A second finger joined the
first, stretching her. “Do you like that?”

“Yes,” she cried.
It was so confusing. These feelings were indescribable. An hour ago, she was
hoping that he never woke up, but right now…

“Good.” His cock
replaced his fingers. He slid into her, filling her, and she sucked in a
breath. “That’s right, baby. I’ll make you feel so good.” He moved against her,
pulling out and pushing in while his finger circled the bundle of nerves. She
squirmed and writhed. Her body was out of her control and moving without her
direction.

Energy crackled
through her and zinged over her nerves. It felt like heat beating a pulse
through her veins and at her center, where it throbbed. The muscles deep inside
her clenched hard around him, and he moaned into her hair. He pumped into her
while his finger worked faster. Suddenly, everything in her tensed and
tightened at once. Light burst behind her eyes, and she heard a keening wail.
He roared behind her, holding her so tightly that she couldn’t breathe.

“Fuck,” he said,
panting into her hair. She tried to move but couldn’t because he still had her
trapped with an arm around her middle. Kerry pushed at his hands, desperately
trying to draw a deep breath. “Sorry, sugar,” he said gainst her ear and
loosened his grip. Finally, she drew in deep gulps of air and lay quietly,
thinking about what just happened.

That was
different from what he’d done last night. It was bigger and powerful. She’d
never climaxed like that before, never so hard that she saw stars. Her own
fingers had never brought her that much pleasure.

“Come, let’s
shower.” He got out of bed and held out his hand out to her. She took it and
let him pull her out of the bed and to the bathroom. He reached into the shower
and turned the water on. “How do you feel this morning?”

She shrugged
because she wasn’t sure. Last night was terrifying. This morning was nice
though, well, nicer than nice. This morning was actually good, because he’d
made it good for her, too. She was sore and tired. If he would do that every
time he wanted to have sex, she knew she would like it more. So far, she mostly
felt like a receptacle, as if it wouldn’t matter whom he was pounding.

They’d mated, yes,
but she didn’t feel destined. Not the way she had with Eric. That couldn’t have
been right though, because he said he’d found the one. Ethan didn’t love her,
and she didn’t love him. How could she? They’d met yesterday. She was still
trying to figure him out. She wondered how to stay out of his way as she did
her father.

He’d slept curled
up against her most of the night. Since he hadn’t seen to her needs as well as
he did his own, she was frustrated and on edge. So how was she? A little lost,
tired, sore, and she was very sticky. She was also disappointed about the hunt
that she didn’t get to have last night. He tugged her into the shower with him.
Water hit her from all sides, surprising her, and she sputtered. He pushed her
out of the torrent. “Are you okay? Sorry about that,” he grinned. “I didn’t
mean to drown you.”

“I’m okay.” She
wiped her eyes and giggled. He was smiling down at her when she opened her eyes
again. He seemed nice enough, and maybe one day she could like him when they
learned more about each other.

“Good. Now come.”
He squeezed shower gel into one hand, then rubbed his hands together. He turned
her around and started on her shoulders, then worked his way over every inch of
her skin. By the time he finished, her face was hot with embarrassment. He put
her under the water and rinsed her, then washed her hair and rinsed it.

Picking up the
bottle again, he took her hand and filled it with gel. She nibbled her lip.
“Come on.” He turned around, and she tentatively smoothed her hands over his
shoulders and down his back. His back was broad and muscled, narrowing at his
waist. He had two dimples above his rear, and she pushed her fingers into them.

Ethan put his
hands up on the shower wall on either side of the column of sprayers. “Don’t
stop,” he said when she paused. His voice was strange, husky, and low. Kerry
closed her eyes and let her hands roam downward. Maybe if she didn’t look, it
wouldn’t be so embarrassing. She washed both legs and reached around to wash
his feet. They were big, but so was he. He’d look stupid if they were little.
She grinned at that thought. He turned, and she was face to face with his long,
hard cock. Her eyes climbed the length of him until they found his face.

He was grinning
at her, a dimple flashing at the corner of his mouth. “Now the front.” He held
out the shower gel bottle and filled her palm again. She worked her way up his
legs and stopped when she got to the massive erection. He took her hand and
rubbed it over himself. “Don’t skip the best part.” She gripped it, testing its
girth. Air hissed between his teeth. Her nails scraped his sack. “Fuck.”

“I’m sorry.” She jerked her hand away. He pulled it
back to him. His face was a mask of pain and pleasure. He’d liked that. She
pushed her hands up the front of him, over the ropes of muscle in his abdomen, and
watched his face change when she skimmed them over his nipples. They were small
and brown. She wondered what they tasted like. She could suck on them the way
he did hers, but not now. “All done.” She rinsed her hands in the water and
stepped out, grabbing a warm towel as she went. She rubbed her hair and body
quickly, then wrapped it around herself. After rubbing her hair and body
quickly, she wrapped it around herself. She grabbed her toothbrush and squeezed
a small amount of toothpaste onto it He was watching her in the mirror from the
shower when she glanced up. She looked down into the sink while she brushed. He
couldn’t possibly want to have sex again. At this rate, she wouldn’t be able to
stand or sit for a week. He turned the water off and stepped out, grabbing a
towel.

“You look tired,”
he said, pulling his toothbrush from the rack by the sink. He smeared it with
the minty paste and stuck it in his mouth. She turned her head as much as she
could so he couldn’t see her spit. She rinsed and left the bathroom.

“Did you sleep?”
He followed her a second later. She shook her head, not looking at him when he
came out naked. He sighed. “Get dressed, I’ll fix breakfast.” He pulled on jeans
and left her alone. Kerry dressed in a T-shirt and jeans. She tugged on her
socks and found a sweater to put on over her tee shirt. She straightened the
bed and fluffed the pillows. She went to the window to look outside and watched
squirrels chasing each other for a long time.

“Ten seconds for
both,” she mumbled.

“What does that
mean?” Ethan said from behind her.

“Huh? Oh, the
squirrels. Ten seconds for both.”

“You think it
would only take you ten seconds to get both of them?”

She cocked an
eyebrow, then nodded.

He smirked.
“We’ll see about that sometime, but not now. Breakfast is ready.” Kerry
followed him down the hall to the kitchen. There was a place set with coffee,
juice, a croissant, scrambled egg, and bacon. Oh, how she loved bacon! Her
mouth watered. They never had bacon at her house, just cold cereal.
Bacon
costs money. Till you can find a boar to kill, you eat cereal
. Her father’s
voice boomed through her mind. She sat, and he sat beside her. Kerry gobbled
the bacon. He took the bacon from his plate and put it on hers. She ate it
without looking up.

“So you like
bacon?” She nodded. “Tomorrow, I’ll make more.” He winked at her. She ate the
eggs and finally slowed for the croissant. She’d never had this before, but
she’d seen them in town at the bakery while she and her mother window-shopped.
It was flakey and sweet. She decided that she liked it, too. Pulling the
delicate pastry apart, she examined it while she chewed and wondered how bread
could do this. “Do you like that?”

“Yes. I’m just
trying to figure it out.”

The corners of
his mouth lifted. “It’s a croissant.”

“I know what it’s
called. I’m just trying to see how they made bread do that.” She kept turning
it around and looking at it.

“They roll the
dough out and brush it with butter.” She quirked her mouth, and he grinned.
“They do that six times or so and refrigerate it for a while after each time.
Then they cut it and roll it up into that shape, I think.” She nodded and put
the rest of it in her mouth. “Good girl.” He took her empty plate and carried
it to the sink, rinsed it, and loaded it into the washer. “Are you ready to
go?”

“Go where?” Kerry
asked, getting up.

“I owe you a pair
of panties.” She felt her face heat. “You’re cute when you’re embarrassed.” He
kissed the tip of her nose.

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