Shifters, Beasts, and Monsters (57 page)

I was
blushing like a schoolgirl. “So your place is bigger than this, huh?”

“A
little.”

“Would
you like something to drink, or…?”

“That’s
alright.”

He loomed
closer to me, and I backed up against the door. A little wave of panic rippled
through me, and I bit my lip. His eyes did that thing again, and I was sure it
wasn’t in my imagination.

“This is
going to sound really weird,” I said, nervously. “But what are you?”

He
grinned, a feral grin. “I’m the big, bad wolf.”

I
trembled. My hand started to drift from my side. I eyed the block of knives I
kept on the kitchen counter even as he leaned forward, slipping a powerful arm
around my waist. I yelped as he pulled me close and with a heave of his legs,
lifted me right up off the floor and rammed his mouth to mine. My eyes shot
open, locked on his. They were slitted like a cat's and glinting between a
hundred different colors. He lowered me to my feet and before I even knew what
was happening, I was kissing him back, pushing my tongue into his mouth. He
broke from the kiss and let me gasp for air, shaking.

“Do you
know what an incubus is,” he said, stroking fingers through my hair.

“A demon
that feeds on women,” I said, “through sex.”

He
grinned again.

I tried
to push away. “No!”

“Hush
now,” he said, touching his hand to my throat. I felt my heart slow, even as my
nipples strained at my bra and my panties started to moisten. “I don’t need all
that you have, just a taste. I promise you’ll like it.”

My jaw
worked soundlessly for a second. “Okay,” I breathed.

He guided
me through the kitchen, towards the bedroom. It was almost like dancing. I
kicked my shoes off on the way. Without them he was even taller than I was,
looming over me. He pushed me onto the bed, pulled off his jacket, and undid
his tie. I wanted to scream, to run, to do something, but a greater part of me
wanted to see what was under that cream-colored silk. He obliged, tossing his
tie aside as he undid it. 

I was on
my feet, burying my face in his neck, kissing the soft skin. I took over for
him, undoing the buttons, working my way down, until I spread it over his broad
chest and kissed my way to his nipple, sucking as he did the rest. He shrugged
out of the shirt and my hands roamed over his body, feeling the rippling
muscles of his back before plunging under the fabric of his pants. His ass
flexed in my hands, like a pair of boulders, and I pressed myself up onto the
balls of my feet to get closer to him. He pushed me down and I landed on the
bed with a grunt. I sat up, not caring as the straps of my dress slid down over
my shoulders, while he undid his pants.

His cock
fell out, and I gasped. He was huge. I knew what a heroine in one of my stories
felt like, now. I touched it, tentatively, and even half-hard couldn’t wrap my
fingers around the shaft all the way. I felt him throb in my hand and harden,
rising, as he stepped out of his shoes and pressed forward. Unable to control
myself I lifted the tip and took the broad head in my mouth. My eyes rolled back
and I moaned. I’d never had anything like it. Musky and salty, velvety soft and
rock hard, pulsing as it engorged and grew under my touch. I used both hands,
bobbing my head and wetting him with my spit.

He put
his hand on the top of my head and knotted his fingers in my hair, holding me
as he pumped into my hands and mouth. I put my hands on his hips and pulled,
urging him to push into my throat, moaning as I did. It was glorious. I pulled
back, brushing his hand away, and a thin streamer of spit connected his tip to
my lower lip. I saw a pearly bead form at the tip of his cock and grabbed the
shaft, dipping my head to nip it off with the tip of my tongue, my eyes locked
on his.

“You are
a rare creature,” he murmured, caressing the back of my head. “Do you like it?”

“Yes,” I
said, my voice raw and throaty. “I want more.”

I leaned
in, ready to take him again, but he pulled back. “Just a taste, now. Stand up.”

I bounced
to my feet, standing proud with my chest our, presenting myself to him. He
looped his fingers under the straps of my dress and pulled down. The fabric
strained over my breasts until they bounced free, and then more easily pulled
down to my waist. Max slid his hands up my arms to my shoulders, and then
leaned into kiss me, hot lip sand hot breath on my throat. I moaned as he
kissed down my neck and along the top of my chest as he moved his hands around
behind me and undid the clasp of my bra. I felt the spring as it lost its
tension and Max dipped down into a crouch, grabbed me with both arms, and
pushed me up onto the bed. He seized my dress, yanking it down as he pulled the
bra away. I playfully covered myself, giggling as he grabbed my wrists and
wrestled my arms away so that he could take my nipple in his mouth, sucking so
hard it almost hurt.

He moved
lower, his mouth moving wetly over my ribs. I knotted my hands in his hair and
tried to push him lower, force his head down between my legs, but he went
slower, torturing me with his soft kisses and licks. He pushed me further up
onto the bed and rested on my legs, pinning me down, as he ran his mouth over
my navel and down my belly. With every passing inch my anticipation grew, my
stomach fluttering under his touch as his hands roamed over my body.

His arms
hooked under my thighs and lifted me up. The blood rushed to my head, but I
didn’t care, as he was pressing his face into my sex, his lips on my pussy, his
tongue pressing inside, licking up the slit and over my clit. I hugged myself
and twisted, moaning sharply. He made small humming sounds, the vibration
carrying through his jaw into my body, and I gasped, my head lifting up off the
bed. I tried to turn, to move him with my legs. I wanted to roll over and offer
myself, invite him to mount me right then, but he resisted, pressing me down
with his hand on my belly, his eyes locked on mine, flashing iridescent eyes
slitted like a cat’s. His tongue pressed too far in, writhing and hot and too
thick, but I didn’t care. 

I grabbed
handfuls of sheet and bucked explosively against him, the sensation as he
hummed and probed me with his tongue and licked my most sensitive spots ripping
away my self-control. I was screaming and begging, begging him to stop and not
to, to keep going and to give me more. Finally, he dropped me, letting me
bounce on the bed with a yelp. I kicked my feet playfully as he crawled up over
the bed, his hard cock bobbing against his stomach.

Under
him, I rolled over, pressing my back into his chest as he mounted me. His dick
sought me like a missile and when the tip touched the lips of my pussy it was
like my body yanked him inside, hot and wet, and I pushed back, undulating
under him, rubbing my ass against his belly. He fell on top of me, pinning me
down, and rolled his arms under me, under my belly and around my throat, and
with an animal growl surged forward, lunging into me. I saw stars, and was
briefly aware of some pain before I was overwhelmed by the fullness. I writhed
in his grasp, spreading my legs to invite him deeper, sliding my sweat-slick
body against his as if I could become totally one with him.

His lips
were on my throat, his teeth tugging at my ear. I went limp on the bed,
overwhelmed. The whole bed was shaking, jerking from side to side with the
power of his thrusts, a quick withdrawal followed by an almost angry invasion.
His cock was huge and slick and slid in and out, in and out, the loud, wet
slapping as he ravaged me drowned out by my moans.

His voice
in my ear was a growl, harsh and guttural. “Is it the wolf you want?”

“Yes,” I
breathed, gasping for air between sharp cries of pleasure.

I thought
I’d lost my mind. I felt him move, shift. His chest expanded, deepened, and I
felt the fur spring from it, a dark blue-black the same as his hair. His arms
elongated and wrapped around me harder, and I felt claws on my skin, drawing
thin red scratches without drawing blood. He pulled me onto my side, rolling,
and used his muscular legs, now covered in thick fur, to pin me to him, his
thrusts slow and deep. I heard a series of cracks and pops as his face elongated,
fangs springing up inside.

“Mine,”
he snarled, his voice deep and distorted by the canine fangs I felt slide
against my skin.

I knew
what was happening, and the thought of it drove me even wilder. His cock
widened and lengthened, pressing deep inside me, barely moving but throbbing
and furnace hot, almost to the point of hurting but not quite. A dull haze fell
over me, a perpetual peak that grew only more unbearably wonderful as the knot
started to grow. He gave me a final, sharp thrust that made my eyes fly open
wide, and closed his jaws around my neck, holding me in place, the fangs
pressed to my jugular on the edge of breaking the skin. I couldn’t struggle, I
could barely breathe.

I
whimpered as the base of his dick began to widen, like fingers clenching into a
fist. The thick ball of it sank into me, forcing the tip of his cock even
deeper as it locked us together. It got deeper and deeper, each tingling,
pulsing expansion driving a moan from my lips. It was so hot, and pulsing,
throbbing. I felt like I was full of light, like it was spilling out of my
fingertips. My toes cracked from curling, and my nipples were so hard they
hurt.

He came.
I felt the gush inside me, actually felt it, even hotter than his cock. There
was so much it sluiced its way through me and slid out over my thigh, so hot it
almost stung. I gasped. I couldn’t take it anymore. Being imprisoned this way,
his massive arms locked around me and his fangs on my throat, being unable to
move only made it worse. I thought I was exploding. My whole world was a single
tight, white point, and then it unfolded. I could move my hips and my legs and
they kicked and I pushed against him, grinding the knot inside me. I peaked and
went limp, but it wouldn’t stop, building again, making me moan. Max released
me, snarling, and pillowed my head on his arm. He ran his tongue over my throat
and my chin, hot and sticky.

“Is this
what you wanted,” he rumbled in my ear.

“Oh God
yes,” I sighed.

Two could
play at his game. I shifted my legs, pressing them together, and in the process
gave the knot a squeeze. He made a guttural sound and jerked, rolling it inside
me, and I let out a gasp as a second, softer, orgasm rolled through me, like
lying naked on the beach while a wave crashed over my body. My eyes became
lidded, and I felt the knot starting to shrink down, pulsing smaller and
smaller the way it had grown within me. I released tension I wasn’t aware I
had, and melted against him. I felt him shift, change, become a normal man
again, and lay against his cool, sweaty skin, breathing in the sharp musk from
his armpit. I ached, but I liked it. He finally drew out of me and with his
hand on my shoulder rolled me onto my back. The air was cold on my sex.

I started
to drift off from there. He picked me up, carried me into the little en suite
bathroom and lowered me into the tub. He turned the water on, checked the
temperature with his wrist, and put a bath pillow under my head. I felt so
tired, all my muscles tingling like I’d just finished a long, hard workout and
stretches. I could barely keep my eyes open.

“The
torpor will pass,” he murmured, running his hands through my hair. “Let the
water warm you.”

I did as
he said. I drifted off into a deep sleep, and when I woke up, the water was
cool and I was stiff, I kicked open the train and sat up, looking around. I was
alone in the bathroom.

I started
to wonder if I’d dreamed it, if it was all an elaborate fantasy, until I got
up. I would be walking funny for a while. I put on my bathrobe and hobbled out
into the bedroom. My bed was a mess, the sheets and comforter all twisted
around a still-wet spot in the very middle. I closed the robe around myself and
let out a strangled little sob.

He just
left me.

“Elizabeth?”

I turned
around, stumbling. He was in the kitchen, stripped to the waist, fiddling with
a frying pan. I smelled eggs, and wandered out, clutching the robe around
myself, testing to make sure it was still real. I poked his shoulder.

“I’m
real,” he snorted, expertly flipping the eggs by whipping the pan in his wrist.

“W-what
did you do to me?”

“I made
love to you,” he said, eyes flashing a dozen colors. “The way no mortal man
ever will.”

I took a
step back.

“Didn’t
you like it?” he said, locking his eyes on mine. “Did you like your big, bad wolf?”

I nodded,
in spite of myself. “I’m scared. You said… you said you were a… a…”

“An
incubus,” he finished, turning the eggs onto a plate. “Here, eat. You need to
build up your strength.”

He put
the plate on the counter and I stared at it. “Did you eat my soul?”

He threw
his head back and laughed. “Yes, of course I did. A little. You humans and your
souls, you worry about them so much. It leaks out of you when you come, dear. I
just lap it up.”

“I
d-don’t understand.”

He looked
at me flatly. “I didn’t shorten your life or erode your mind or anything. You
gave, I took. You humans do it with each other all the time. How do you think
you have children?”