Wolf Bride (21 page)

Silently, he clamped down on the urge to come. He wanted this to last. When his desire was under control again, he thrust back inside, plumbing the moist depths of her throat.

‘Stay very still,’ he instructed her when she shifted under that thrust, her hands gripping the edge of the settle, her eyes staring up at him wildly.

With firm strokes, Wolf began to fuck her mouth, his breath hissing out with every inwards thrust, sucking the air back in as he withdrew. His pace, his pleasure, his choice of depth. All she had to do was trust him not to hurt her.

Her eyes were still open, watching him. He searched her expression but could not read fear there, only desire.

Eloise was enjoying his dominance over her. Her breasts, still encased in that tight bodice, were heaving, her skin flushed with excitement. She wanted him as much as he wanted her, and in much the same way, there was no doubt left in his mind. She did not wish to be taken gently, but possessed by him, owned completely, commanded at every step by her master.

Abruptly, his control snapped. He felt himself swell and thicken in her mouth, and groaned loudly, no longer able to hold back the torrent.

‘Yes,’ he muttered; then drove deep into her mouth. Once, twice, thrice. His cock grew hard as iron and began to pulse, shooting thick spurts of seed into her throat.

Wolf gasped as the intensity of his climax snatched his breath away, his head soaring, his body arched back like a bow being drawn, his vision burnt out with flashes of hot red and searing white. Nothing he had ever felt before could equal this, he realised with a shock, and was momentarily stunned by what she had done to him, his brain numb, his entire body taken over by this almost unbearable pleasure.

His fingers twisted urgently in her hair, dragging her close as the last pulse spurted down her throat.

‘Taste me, Eloise,’ he ordered her hoarsely. His need was so great, it was only through an act of pure will that he did not beg, but commanded her. ‘Drink me.’

Eloise gave a tiny murmuring groan against his cock, then swallowed obediently. Her jaw was still stretched wide about him, and he found a wild excitement at the knowledge that she was swallowing his seed.

They remained locked together like that for a few long, lazy moments. His body was trembling, still coming down after the ferocious, high-soaring intensity of his climax. It seemed so natural not to move, his organ coiled heavily in her mouth, still aroused though no longer rigid.

Wolf felt his heartbeat begin to slow and realised that it had been racing as fast during the sexual act as when he was charging into battle, his whole body still recovering from that nerve-jolting explosion.

He looked down at Eloise, studying her flushed face, her tight-closed eyes, the tip of his cock still nestled inside her mouth. It was hard not to wonder if she had enjoyed or hated that moment when he spurted in her mouth and demanded that she swallow it. Certainly she had not recoiled, as he had half-anticipated she would.

Was it possible his bride had taken pleasure in swallowing his seed?

He had never known any woman to enjoy that task, even those trained in the art of love, those plain-spoken whores who followed the king’s armies into battle, or the more skilled, soft-skinned courtesans of the court. But perhaps his sudden emission had taken her by surprise, and she had not thought to rebel against his order and spit it out afterwards.

He withdrew from her mouth, oddly bereft as his cock slipped from between her lips.

Wolf opened his mouth to speak; then shut it again.

He frowned.

What the hell was wrong with him?

His pulse was still beating hard, his body clenched with nerves. He felt unsure what to say to her, as though afraid he might have distressed her with the violence of his desire. The surprise of that took his speech away, and for a long moment he could only stroke her hair, fumbling for the right words.

‘You have left me amazed,’ he managed eventually, but was left irritated by how unsteady his voice had sounded. He did not want his bride to think him weak.

He linked his arms about her narrow waist and pulled her off the settle, drawing her close enough to kiss her forehead. Then he set her carefully on her feet, ignoring her questioning look.

‘Now I shall amaze you,’ he continued doggedly.

‘My lord?’

Looking confused, Eloise stared as he sat exactly where she had been, his glistening cock still exposed. He put his arm about her waist, dragging her towards him. The wooden settle was warm from her body, he realised, and found it amusing that their positions had been reversed.

She stood awkwardly before him, surprise on her face.

He groped hungrily beneath her gown, billowing it out, lifting the heavy folds until her bare flesh was exposed. ‘What you just did for me was very pleasurable,’ he told her in a whisper, watching her face. ‘But it was not enough to satisfy me. Not nearly enough.’

Going slow, his fingers began to open her up, two pushing inside, then three, spreading her wide. His thumb played against her fleshy nub until she gasped, suddenly clutching at his shoulders.

He stared, seeing her cheeks flush hard and her eyes haze over with the same desire that was gripping him.

‘You want me, Eloise?’

She moaned.

‘That’s not an answer,’ he said curtly, and shifted position, driving a fourth finger inside her tight moist warmth.

‘Yes, yes!’ Her head tipped back under the onslaught of his fingers, her mouth open and quivering, cheeks hot. She looked like a woman already in the throes of pleasure, he thought, admiring her abandonment. ‘O sweet Jesu!’

Not as cool as she liked to appear, he thought triumphantly, and felt his own arousal grow with hers. But there was no hurry to end this. He fucked her with his fingers, thoroughly and relentlessly, and she lifted herself for each thrust, hissing as though impatient for what must follow. Soon she was standing on tiptoe to make herself more accessible to his fingers, trembling and unsteady.

Once he could refuse his own needs no longer, Wolf jerked her down onto his lap. ‘Enough of the lean dishes,’ he said teasingly, ‘now for the meat.’

Draping her thighs on either side of his, he spread her legs and positioned her with precision, careful as a clock maker as he aligned their bodies. Then he looked into her eyes and slowly, determinedly, fed his cock inside her.

Her groan as her wet lips parted and allowed him entrance was deep and heartfelt. It surprised him, even though he knew she was aroused. But he had no time to consider what that meant, whether it indicated some change of heart from her side. Eloise had been resisting him since their marriage, whether silently with her eyes or by holding back from congress with him. But now she was so wet and ready for him, the large plump head of his cock entered her easily, and soon all he could think about was fucking her.

Her hunger aroused him further, making him want her more keenly himself. ‘My sweet lady,’ he murmured, and lifted her up on his lap so he could penetrate her more fully.

She moaned at his girth, the thick shaft stretching her fully. Wolf felt his arousal build too fast, his control slipping again at the snug fit of her cunt.

He hardened inside her, suddenly aware that he would not last much longer, not with her heat and moisture gripping him so tightly. He remembered that until recently she had been a virgin, and the pleasure of that knowledge, that he had been the first to know her carnally, made him even harder yet.

Grasping Eloise by the hips, he began to rock her back and forth, helping her ride him like a horse.

‘Like this,’ he muttered, and sighed when she fell into the required rhythm, aiding his movements. ‘Yes, that’s it.’

He gazed directly into her eyes as their bodies slid together and apart, breathing hard, skin to skin.

‘You want me?’ he repeated

Eloise stared back at him, her eyes wide, the green flecks in those depths darkening with pleasure and need. Her breath was so deep in her throat it sounded like a humming against his chest, a bird trapped there in the hot space between their bodies.

‘I . . . I want you,’ she admitted huskily at last, and it was all he could do to keep the triumph out of his face.

It was only a single battle he had won though, he reminded himself, and watched his bride through narrowed eyes. Not the war itself. That was still to be fought and won.

His rhythm slowed almost to a halt. He held her tight against him, and his hand slipped down between their bodies, pushing past the bunched material of her skirts to find the place where they were joined. Eloise cried out as he touched her, and he almost smiled at the high-pitched sound, rubbing his thumb back and forth across her taut flesh.

‘Then come for me,’ Wolf urged her.

His lips met hers, his kiss fierce, tongue pushing deeply inside. His thumb continued to stroke her, just gentle enough not to frighten her, trying to bring her to the edge.

He whispered in her ear, ‘Don’t be afraid of this, Eloise. Let go of your fear. Enjoy the pleasure.’

But it was only when he pulled back a little to stare into her eyes that Wolf saw how close Eloise had come to the edge. Perspiration dampened her forehead, her hair was deliciously tousled, and she was biting her lip so hard a crimson bead of blood welled up and was wiped away by a quivering tongue as he watched.

That is the face of a woman close to her climax, he thought, and could not remember ever before seeing such a wild, lost look on the face of any woman that he had fucked.

Her eyes blurred with desire and she moaned as his thumb again flicked across the erect nub of flesh between her legs, catching her right at the core.

‘Wolf . . .’ She was groaning, her voice barely coherent. Her still-clothed body twisted and jerked against his, working frantically towards her release.

His cock twitched inside her, hardening intolerably at the sound of her voice calling his name.

Abruptly, Eloise stiffened and gave a strangled cry, grinding herself down on his cock as though desperate to get close.

She was coming . . .

A violent heat suddenly possessed his cock, clamping down over the whole shaft as her throat had done earlier. He gripped her hips and dragged her tight into his body, hearing her cries but momentarily unable to respond. His whole attention was focused on that hot tight spot of ecstasy between her legs where his cock was being squeezed by her cunt muscles.

‘God’s blood!’

He exploded on that shout, his hips thrusting upwards off the settle, his cock shooting seed into her body. The spasms in her cunt were rhythmic, milking him of his seed with long rippling waves of heat. He was being dragged slowly under the waves, no longer able to breathe, his head throbbing with a fierce reddish light, his exultant cries muffled as though they came from beneath the sea.

‘Christ, yes!’ he managed thickly. ‘Keep squeezing me. Again, again!’

It was like no pleasure he had ever felt before, and if he died of it, he realised there would be no surprise in making such an end. Only a sense of glorious rightness.

She moaned his name, still clenched tight on him, riding him only with the strength of her own body as the last of her climax began to drain away.

A moment later, he saw the burning intensity leave her face, her body wilting against his as she came to a halt. There was neither fight nor passion left in her, though he sincerely hoped she had been satisfied by what they had done here tonight. Certainly she seemed to have enjoyed what he had shown her, though her limbs were trembling as though with an ague, her hard-torn breaths turning to sobs of relief.

Wolf would have smiled wryly if he could have managed even that tiny gesture. Instead he was too wrung-out for his facial muscles to respond, his face still twisted in a climactic grimace, though his own cries had fallen to silence now. But he understood how she felt. He too had experienced that terrible sexual intensity and been gripped by it, compulsively fucking her, unable to stop or escape until the deed was done.

And now it was over.

Wolf gave a shuddering sigh, managing one last pulsing shot inside her before he too collapsed on her shoulder, exhausted and replete.

She lay against him as she recovered, nestled into his throat like a wild animal, her breathing rapid.

Unable to stop touching her, he stroked his hand down her warm back, playing with the long golden mane that was so dishevelled now, its pins long gone.

He was still inside her, enjoying the strange intimacy of their closeness, for he was unused to moments like these. Generally, when he had finished with a woman, she would rise and either clean him before leaving, or simply go without further ado. But that was when he was lying with a whore, or with a married lady of the court whose husband would soon be demanding her whereabouts.

Wolf realised with a start that he had never before had sexual congress with a woman who did not have to leave afterwards for one reason or another. He was a little unsure how to end things, what should happen now that it was over.

Assuming it was over. She stirred at last, her lips brushing his throat, and he felt his cock react to the movement, stiffening again inside her.