Her breath shuddered. Aftershocks rocked her body. When he withdrew, she whimpered and her vaginal muscles tightened convulsively, trying to contain him.
Michael laughed and ran a soothing hand down her flank. “Such a greedy cunt.”
He leaned forward and loosened the bindings. Ashley held her position, though every muscle quivered with the effort.
“Good girl. You can move,” he said.
She immediately straightened her legs and eased onto her stomach, allowing tense muscles to stretch and relax before rolling to her side.
Michael had the lazy-eyed look of a man whose sexual appetite had been recently sated.
Ashley turned onto her back, spread her legs to draw attention to her sex, and raised her arms above her head, gracefully arching her spine in a languid stretch.
As planned, Michael’s heavy-lidded gaze traveled from her breasts to her mound. He quirked an eyebrow. “More?”
She slid her hands down her torso, paused briefly to tweak her nipples, then rested one hand on her stomach while the other continued south. Ashley spread her legs wide, opening herself completely to his view, rubbing gently at her vulva before easing her middle finger inside her tender, swollen vagina. As he watched, a growing hunger on his face, she finger fucked herself.
When his cock hardened and he rose to his knees in preparation for mounting her, she withdrew her digit and slid gracefully off the bed. Eyes on him, she sucked the juice off her finger. “I have to go. Class in the morning.”
His eyes narrowed. Inwardly she smiled. Power games. He might control her body, but she made sure she kept him wanting, kept him hungering. He gave a short nod. Ashley turned to walk out the room, feeling Michael trail behind her.
At the door he spun her around, lifted her by the thighs, and impaled her. Their fucking was fast and furious. Ashley clawed his shoulders and back. Michael’s eyes changed around the edges, going wolf. The first sign she’d ever seen that he wasn’t totally in control. Even as she thought how she could take that, use it, he gave a final jerk of the hips and pulled out, leaving her unsatisfied.
“Be careful who you tease, little girl,” he warned. Seconds later she stood on the stoop staring at a closed door.
Damn it! What will it take to break that iron control of his?
Ashley shifted and loped the two and half miles to her small place. She lived in one of the efficiency cabins owned by the pack, cleaning the lodge and cabin rentals in lieu of paying rent. Though dark, there was still a spattering of humans, tourists mostly, out and about, so she crept up to her rear door, which faced the woods, shifted, then slipped inside.
The blow sent her sprawling. A growl sounded as her wolf came to the surface, ready to defend.
“Whore! You’ve been with MacDougal. I can smell him all over you.” An irate Wesley stood over her, feet planted, fists clenched.
Reining in her wolf before it could spoil all her plans, Ashley made herself whimper instead. “I had no choice. I’m doing what you told me to do.” Tears sparkled in her eyes and on her lashes as she cradled her throbbing cheek.
“What I told you? I never told you to whore yourself,” he said in a furious whisper, his face flushing an angry red in the soft night-light she’d left on.
She held out a hand as though pleading for understanding. “Alpha, Rory’s denied the pack access to the house. I haven’t even been allowed in to clean. Only Caleb and MacDougal know why, and Caleb’s not talking.” Letting her voice go soft and shaky, she added, “I can’t get you his woman if I can’t get in.” Then she cast her gaze to the floor and waited.
There was a long silence. She could feel the intensity of his stare as he weighed her words, his jealousy warring with his thirst for power. Wesley didn’t want her as his mate, but he still considered her his and was extremely possessive. She was the first woman, the first person to recognize his greatness. She was his tool, yes, but one he didn’t want anyone else playing with. Ashley knew exactly how his mind worked.
Finally he sighed, reached down, and helped her gently to her feet. “I’m sorry. I should have known you’d never betray me. Forgive me for being such a jealous beast.”
Ashley slipped closer and seductively rubbed her breasts against his chest. “Alpha, you know you’re the only man for me. MacDougal took an interest in me after the howl. I couldn’t say no, not without causing suspicion or worse, speculation.”
“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed. “Your body lush and firm. It’s no wonder he’s drawn to you.” Wesley ran his hands down her flanks, reversed directions, and brought them up to her breasts, which pebbled in his hold. “I missed you,” he admitted, breath becoming heavy as his lust rose.
She palmed his erection, stroking it the way he’d taught her. “No one pleases me the way you do,” she said in a throaty voice.
She walked backward, towing him by the cock until her progress was halted by the futon. Sinking onto the cushion, she spread her legs wide. “Take me. I need you. It’s been too long.”
Greedy eyes devoured her. Wesley dropped to his knees, gripped her hard by the thighs, and plunged inside.
She moaned and gasped, uttering praises meant to stroke his ego. He didn’t last long, but it was enough to stir the dying embers of the fire Michael had started.
“I came inside of you,” he mumbled, cheek resting on her chest as he sought to catch his breath.
“I wanted you to. It will cover MacDougal’s scent.” She languidly ran her fingers through his hair, her mind busy calculating her next move. “Did anyone see you come in?”
“No, I came in the back way through the woods.”
That would work in her favor.
He raised his head and looked at her. “You hadn’t been by to see me. Now I know why.” He was still a bit disgruntled.
Stupid of her, she admitted to herself, but she’d never expected him to come looking for her. She’d always gone to him, or they met in the woods. Fortunately she’d had her excuses already thought out. “I’ve missed you. Missed having your cock in my mouth,” she said, casting him a shy glance. Wesley liked it when she played the timid schoolgirl.
Another jealous glare. “MacDougal didn’t—”
“It’s not the same,” she interrupted. Truer words were never spoken from her lips. Sucking Wesley’s cock was simply a means to an end. Sucking Michael’s was pure pleasure.
Ashley pushed steadily on Wesley’s shoulders. “Lie down. Let me…” As he lay back, she flowed over him, her intentions clear.
As she sucked his cock, Ashley admitted once again to herself that she’d miscalculated. Caught up in her obsession with Michael, she’d forgotten her main agenda and Wesley’s part in it. She remembered the anger that had sent her running to Michael. So what if Wesley wanted to fuck the little human before destroying her? The human would be gone, and that’s all that mattered.
Besides, she had Michael in her bed now. The thought of him made the slumbering hunger in her awaken sharply. Lifting her gaze to Wesley’s, she licked her lips. His eyes followed her every movement.
“I want you again. I’ve missed you,” she said.
“You had him,” he complained.
God, had he always been this whiny? “But he isn’t you,” she explained, somewhat patiently, which was difficult because his attitude was severely straining her patience. “He doesn’t have your experience, your expertise.”
She rolled sensuously onto her back on the throw rug, pelvis tilted invitingly. “Fill me,” she encouraged.
Wesley hesitated the barest of moments before covering her, his hands and mouth greedy in their possession on her flesh.