She’d muffled her scream, clamping her hand to her mouth, eyes wide, body shaking. He breathed her in. Fear…arousal…mine.
When she scrambled from the bed, he followed her, jumping down gracefully and stalking slowly. She pressed herself against the wall as she inched toward the bathroom.
He liked to chase, wanted her to run, so he bared his fangs and gave a low, guttural growl. She froze, hands pressed flat against the wall, eyes darting from one door to the next. Three possible exits. He growled again and made as if he was going to lunge. That got her moving.
She darted right, then quickly doubled back, over the bed and headed for the door. He bolted after her, over the bed in one leap and beat her there, blocking that exit and baring his fangs. With a squeal, she skidded to a stop, spun and ran the other way, and headed for the adjoining door. He caught up quickly, nipped her ankle so she stumbled. She came to a stop against the wall once again, her body half turned.
Overcome with excitement, he sucked in deep breaths, her scent filling his muzzle so richly he could almost taste her. He remembered that smell. He ran his nose along the contour of her leg, barely touching. He liked the goose bumps that rose and the hitch in her breathing as he nudged under the shirt that fell to her upper thigh. Her scent was intoxicating. He darted out his tongue, and her taste was exactly as he remembered. His wolf was not mistaken. This was his woman.
He shifted away, licked his snout then pulled back and up, standing on his hind legs, landing his upper body with both front paws caging her in. She turned, her back pressed fully to the wall and his wolf growled with approval. She looked into his eyes with defiance and his wolf was proud.
Mark her. Mate her.
Primal urges gripped him. Her throat like a beacon to his fangs. He licked his snout again then bared his teeth.
Instead of quivering with fear, she stared at him with awe, her eyes wide, lips curled into a small smile. She raised her hands and smoothed them along his neck. If he were a cat, he would have purred. Her eyes held no reservation, no terror at being held in place by a giant wolf. Instead, she looked curious, open. She raised her hands again, this time running two fingers across his snout—which tickled—down to his fangs, which she touched tentatively. His mouth watered as he watched her take those same fingers and press them to her own throat. An invitation. The reaction was instantaneous.
The magic that forced his change at daybreak and sunset could only be provoked by extreme emotion in between. He was too young a werewolf for it to be otherwise. Her offer ignited that magic, pushing his wolf back, and he claimed his body and transformed from beast to man.
She gasped. He didn’t let her get another breath. Crushing his lips to hers, he pushed his tongue into her mouth, his hands on her ass, and nudged her hard against the wall as he picked her up. She instantly wrapped her legs around his waist, her wet pussy soaking her panties against his abdomen. She moaned in his mouth, her lust matching his in ferocity as she tangled her tongue with his—stroking, sucking, devouring.
She pushed his shoulders, then moved her hands down and began to pull her top up, her lips only leaving his as she whipped her shirt over her head and tossed it behind him. She was naked except for her panties and his cock was so hard it actually throbbed. Fuck, she had an amazing body. He pressed her back against the wall, pushing her hips so she unlatched her legs from his waist and lowered her feet to the ground. With both hands free, he brought them to her breasts, fingers spread as he cupped her, loving how firm and silky soft her flesh was. He ran his thumbs over her nipples, once, twice. The pebble sized nubs grew rosy under his touch. She rolled her head to the side and moaned, displaying her throat in such a way his wolf bayed in the background.
Mine. Mine.
He lowered his lips to one nipple, licked and then sucked the bud deep into his mouth, his fangs aching to sink in as they grazed the tender flesh. He lowered his other hand, trailing his fingers down her waist, along the curve of her hip, her skin petal soft and smooth. Dropping to his knees, he released her breast, hooked one leg over his shoulder and ripped her panties away, exposing her wet, pink little pussy—the bud of her clit nestled there. He darted out his tongue, a small taste that had his wolf howling again. He ran his tongue along her slit, pushing her lips open, plunging into her pussy and soaking himself in her juices. She quivered around him, her legs trembling as if she couldn’t hold herself up. Pulling his mouth away, he ran his thumb over her clit, circling there as he looked up and smiled.
“You’re gonna come around my cock, sweetheart.”
She meet his stare and nodded, biting her bottom lip as she lowered her leg from his shoulder, her hands running over his chest when he rose from the ground.
“You want it?”
She nodded again.
“Say it.”
“I want your cock in me.” She whimpered when he nudged her pussy with his dick, her eyes hooded, her hands pressed against his chest, fingers toying with his nipple piercings. “Fuck me. Please, Raven, I need it.”
Lifting her once again, his hands splayed across her ass, he plunged in hard and deep and she moaned in an explosion of breath. He pumped her fast, filled her with every stroke, her tight pussy like a glove, his balls smacking against her skin, getting soaked in her juices.
Her climax mounted quickly, her pussy clenching him in spasms that made him moan. Her head lolled to the side and he had to bite his own lip to stop himself from sinking his fangs into her delicate throat. He came hard, a shuddering, mind-blowing orgasm that made him dizzy. But instead of feeling satiated, he wanted more. He carried her to the bed, pulled out, then spun her around. With his hand on her neck, he forced her head down, the other hand on her hip lifting her ass up. He entered her from behind and began to stroke again, this time slow and steady.
He would never get enough of this woman. There was no magic on Earth that could fake that kind of lust. None.
They landed in a heap, arms and legs entangled, chests heaving, bodies slick with sweat and other things.
“You are amazing,” Darcy said with a giggle.
Raven smiled and pulled her closer, coaxing her head to rest on his chest. “Duh.”
She raised her head, eyebrow cocked and he winked.
“So are you.”
She playfully smacked his chest, then lay down, nestling against him despite the mess they were both in. He took a deep breath in, her scent filling his lungs, playing across his tongue. His wolf was content, satiated to a degree, not nudging him quite as insistently to mark her.
“I didn’t scare you,” he said, his tone hesitant. “With my wolf, I mean.”
Darcy shrugged as she traced circles around his stomach. “You did at first, are you kidding? A three-hundred plus pound wolf jumps on your bed and you run.”
“You…petted me.” He was confused, feeling the guilt of defying his alpha but at the same time, ready to challenge any male who would keep him away from Darcy. Was that the spell at work or something else? His wolf was persistent, desperate to have him bite her, mark her. Mine. He wished he knew what was real.
Darcy giggled. “Yeah, I guess I did.” She shrugged again. “It felt right.”
He pushed her up, sat up himself and turned her to face him. “What is this, Darcy? Seriously, I feel…” He shook his head. “I don’t know, like there’s something between us. Not a spell.”
Darcy sucked in a deep breath, raised her hand and ran her fingers down his face, just as she’d done to his wolf. “I know. I feel the same thing.”