The Hunted (Sleeping With Monsters Book 2) (18 page)

My wolf’s attention wandered
down her body. We nuzzled the underside of her breasts, feeling the weight of
them give, lapped across her stomach, holding her hips in place with strong
hands. Slowly, tasting every inch of skin along the way, we knelt in front of
her and pushed her legs open, exposing herself to us.

It was the very center of her,
what we had scented all this time, when we’d known we’d wanted to mount her,
hard. Hands pressed up and pushed her thighs apart and we buried our face
against her pussy.

“Oh, God –“ she breathed above
us, rocking back. Her hands wound into our hair and pulled to stay upright as
we licked and sucked, wanting to taste every drop of nectar she released. The
noises we made would have been embarrassing if we weren’t so hungry for her –
and if she wasn’t so hungry back.

“Oh, God,” she whispered
again, as our tongue parted her lips and pushed in. “Oh – God –“ she murmured,
as we sucked on her clit.

Our own cock was heavy on our
thighs, achingly waiting, as her pussy began to swell, wetter than even we
could lick away, and she started to pant and moan. 

My wolf knew in his animal way
that it was time and pulled back. She swayed over us, eyes glazed out in bliss
– and then she looked down, at her juices covering our face, at the heaviness
of our ready cock. She knew what we wanted and she wanted it too. One hand on
our shoulder, she made her way down to all fours, still facing us.

She looked more like a wolf
then, panting like she’d just run a race. I thought my wolf would spin her to
take her there, ramming herself inside, God knew I wanted him too – but instead
he lunged for her head and wound his hands in her wild hair.

He infrequently got control –
but he was always inside me, watching. He knew how good making her mouth fuck
our cock would feel. 

He pulled her head down as he
arched his hips up. Her lips found the head of our cock and let it push in. He
whined then, thrusting up, and she kept her balance with her hands as her head
rocked back and forth with the power of his thrusts. Her tongue rubbed the
bottom of our cock as he pushed himself into the back of her, using her hair to
ride her face as we made wild sounds. She made noises too, choked whimpers and
gasping, but my wolf didn’t care – each time he slid almost all the way out,
only to thrust back in, feeling her lips purse against our shaft while she
sucked our head, hard, our balls swinging against her chin. Watching her,
smelling her, the taste of her still on our tongue, feeling it as she sucked
him – my wolf threw his head back and howled his pleasure to the night, before
looking back down.

She was crouched in front of
us, the curves of her pale body, her ass rounded like twin moons -- he pushed
her back off our cock and spun her around without ceremony.

We were ready to mate
her.

Chapter Seventeen

I really hoped that I hadn’t
gotten naked and lost in the woods for nothing. Right now, the thought of being
mated to a werewolf was substantially less frightening than wandering in
circles all night. And I hadn’t forgotten his warning about bears or mountain
lions, either.

What if he’d already put the
traps out? What if one of them got me?

“Hello?” I asked the forest,
listening for any non-creepy response. “Max?”

Nothing. Except for more
crickets.

I had an idea then. It felt
silly, but – I reached between my legs and rubbed myself. I was clean, yes, but
my pussy still had my scent. I dabbed it onto the bark of a tree, about the
height of where I thought a wolf would be. They didn’t teach things like this
in girl scouts.

I kept feeling silly, but I
marked every third or fourth tree, until I reached a glade just like the spot
in Max’s imagination. Lightning or fire had cleared a space, leaving a circle
of trees surrounding short grasses and ferns. Even if Max didn’t find me – here
was as good a place as any to spend the night.

I stared up at the sky,
wondering where the moon was – and if Vincent was looking down. I couldn’t
believe that this was a betrayal of what we had, or what he’d wanted, when he’d
sent me here himself. He might not have imagined it’d go down like this, but it
had, because of his meddling.

I mean – I’d had sex with
hundreds of guys. What was one more?

But that was selling Max
short. He was different, not just werewolf different, but honorable. And
understanding. After I’d calmed down I didn’t think he’d sent me away out of
disgust or condemnation – he’d genuinely wanted me to be safe.

Little did he know that safety
was just never in the cards for me.

There was a rustling behind me.
I turned just as a massive wolf leapt out, and slapped my hand over my mouth to
not scream.  

I didn’t know what I’d been
expecting – but Max was hip height, and as long as I was tall. His fur was the
color of smoke by moonlight, gray striped over black, and his eyes were that same
golden hue I’d seen in the cabin. He sat down watching me and I fought to
conquer all the primal things in me that said that I should run.

Once I had, I whispered, “You’re
beautiful.”

Without thinking, I snapped my
fingers by my thighs.

He came over then, trotting
easily, each of his paws the size of my palm. I touched him tentatively, scared
that what, I would scare him? I became more bold, feeling the way his fur gave
beneath my touch, stroking it until I was raking my fingers against him, and he
was winding against me, pushing me back. It was sensual in an odd way, feeling
him claim me with his touch, watching the way his eyes closed in contentment
with each stroke of my hand.

But then the moon shone
overhead. It illuminated the entire glade and I looked up at it, magnificent
and mysterious, like a gem hung there for the two of us, and then I looked back
at him.

It was time.

I could feel my heart in my
throat, racing as it beat, and wondered if his ears could hear it too. He
looked up at me and then he changed. It looked so painful, the way he was and
wasn’t for a moment in between forms, everything pressed wrong, folding in,
pushing out – and then he was in front of me as I’d seen him last night, all
human and yet all wolf.

He started licking me. I
didn’t know what to do, if I should reciprocate, I was scared of making him mad
– but I knew Max was inside him somewhere – his hot tongue was leaving warm
trails down my skin and then he licked my nipple and I gasped. He kept going,
his hands taking hold of my ass, yanking me to him like he couldn’t believe
that I was real – and I reached for him without thinking, wanting to hold him,
to kiss him back.

He growled as I went for him
with my lips, and I stiffened. Max was there…but not in charge. He waited, and
I knew in a very small way that he was waiting to see if I would run, if this
night would go from fucking to bloodshed. I stilled myself, closing my eyes
until the moment passed, and his tongue began to seek more of me out.  

Lower and lower, and it was
like each movement he made was dropping a hot stone deeper inside me, until I
knew there was nowhere else for his tongue to go and he moved his hands so that
he could spread me wide. I gasped as his tongue went for my pussy, and held
onto his head and shoulders as he shamelessly sucked.

I swayed, rising up on tiptoes
as all my blood rushed to my hips. I’d been a beast of need before and his
tongue was turning me into one again now – I’d never had a man eat me out like
this, so urgently, like he was dying of thirst and I was dripping wine.

Inside, I could feel my orgasm
start to swell – if he kept that up, if he didn’t stop – I made small cries to
let him know that I was close, to beg him to continue – then he pulled back,
leaving me bereft. I looked down at him, still panting, and saw his golden eyes
watching me. Suddenly realizing just who I was with, I carefully let go of him.

I sank to the earth with the
weight of need inside my hips, needing to hold onto something – and the second
I landed, his hands were in my hair. 

I knew as he pulled me to his
hips that I should open wide – and I tasted his cock for the first time as it
slid into my mouth and throat. He started thrusting into me, hard, and I made
helpless noises because I was – and because being helpless turned me on.
Vincent had gotten that, he’d known when I wanted to be lifted up – and when I
wanted to be beaten down. Now, as Max’s howling wolf made me choke on his cock,
was one of those times. I was blissfully helpless, there was nothing I could do
– I let him use me, trying to hold onto his cock with my lips when he pulled it
out, and taking it deep at the back of my throat when he shoved it back in.

And then he shoved me off of
him entirely and spun me around.

I had a second to know what
was happening before I felt him inside. His hands pushed me forward and down,
ass up, as he slid his cock home.  

I groaned at feeling
him land, and tried to push up but he pushed me back down, leaning over me, his
hands reaching for my breasts, kneading them hard. I felt the grass on the ground
tickle me as I moved with each of his rapid short thrusts. His fingers raked
down my back and I cried out, half in pain, half in pleasure. One of his hands
grabbed my hair again and pulled back, yanking me up, making me move with him,
pinning me on his cock until he released me, shoving me forward again.

I knew Max’s wolf was
an animal only rarely let out – and I got the feeling it wanted to do
everything it wanted to, to utterly own me, before being trapped inside again.

So I gave myself over
to it. I groaned and I shouted, feeling his hard cock with each wild thrust,
him pull me up to lick and bite my neck again before shoving me back down,
hands keeping my ass steady as he beat into me with his hips, him reaching
forward to grab my breasts and use them to haul me back with, pinning himself
deep inside, where I could feel his cock almost twitching, aching for release.
I was like a rag doll in his arms, overcome with the sensations and his need,
unable to fight back or even help him, because I didn’t know what was coming
next – only that he – that his wolf – desperately needed to come.

I cried out again, a
wild sound, and listened to it echo in the night, and he hauled me back up as I
did so, licking up my shoulder to the nape of my neck where – he bit me.

Hard.

I yelped in pain and
surprise and he instantly disentangled himself from me with a whine. I sagged
forward, my breathing raw, my body sore and pussy aching.

That wasn’t it – was
it? I looked over my shoulder at Max, and saw him there, sitting back, still
hard.  

He’d hurt me – or his
wolf had – and he’d put the brakes on everything. I could feel a trickle of
warm blood seeping from the bite, down my back, and he’d gotten scared.

Silly wolf-man didn’t
know that I
liked
to get hurt.

I put my hands down and
rocked up onto all fours again, bowing my head low, showing him my ass.

“Max,” I said,
breathing rough, “fuck me hard.”

He made a strangled
sound, and pushed his cock back inside.

Chapter Eighteen

Mate-mate-mate
– things deep inside my wolf thrummed with
anticipation, satisfied only by feeling her take our cock, again and again.

The moon was high, as
high as I was on her, fucking her with my wolf in control. It felt wild, better
than I’d ever dreamed it could, like conceding everything to him had freed me
in some essential way to just be physical, seeing, smelling, touching, tasting,
the feel of increasing tension --

We rode her into the
ground and pulled her back up by her hair, keeping her pussy wrapped around us
as we thrust deep, groping her ass, clawing our fingers down her back, howling
out our triumph – and her shouting out, too, the wild sounds of a woman getting
fucked almost harder than she could stand.

And then, when I was as
lost in the moment as my wolf was, he bit her.

She yelped and I
smelled blood.

I surged forward inside my wolf to try to control him,
and made him pull back.  

No!
he howled in
protest, inside and out.
Mate!

Not like this!
I howled back at him, beating my hands on the inside
of our skin. I needed to get back out, to save her –

Then she turned to look at us.
I thought I’d see fear in her eyes, and if I did that would break me – instead
she smiled, and she moved in front of us to be on all fours again, bending down
to offer us her ass.

“Max,” she said, “fuck
me hard.”

I barely had time to get my
cock into her before my knot flared.

She gasped, and I gasped. I’d
never felt it swell inside someone else before. And now – and now – my wolf
took over again, still pounding in, even though we were locked, stirring our
fat cock inside of her. It felt so good – nothing had ever felt this good
before – because – because –

I grabbed hold of her
shoulders and pulled her back onto me, onto my lap, her knees on either side of
mine, until she was pinned on me completely, presenting her to the moon like some
kind of ritual sacrifice.

My mate, my mate, my mate,
my wolf howled, as our cum jetted out, claiming her for the both of us.

Content for now, my wolf
receded. The sensation of being me returned and I gasped like I was surfacing
from water.

“Is it you again?” Sam asked.
I was holding onto her on the grass in the middle of the glade.

“Yeah. Am I hurting you?” My
cock was still swollen, and we were locked tight. 

“No.”

“Good.” I wished I could see
her face and read what she was thinking. I was near her cut – I wanted to lick
at it, but I didn’t want to scare her with my strangeness.

“That was the least painful
part of the process.”