Built for Lust (6 page)

“I should be gentle,” he whispered.

“You should be who you are,” she answered. “My male animal.”

“Sit on the railing and open your legs for me.”

“I have another surprise first.” It took all her strength to push him away so she could drop to her knees in front of him. His eyes glowed as if they had a fire behind them as he stared down at her, his chest rising and falling. He watched her, almost like a wary beast. He couldn’t imagine what she planned to do. Good.

After bunching up the fabric of his robe, she found his cock with her free hand. So large, his tool made her fingers appear tiny as they scarcely circled him around the base.

“What are you doing?” he gasped.

“Loving your cock.”

“With your hand?”

“Not exactly.” She licked the length of him from the base to the tip and then circled her tongue around the head. In answer, he sucked in a breath, making a sound like steam escaping.

“You shouldn’t do that,” he said.

“You can’t stop me.”

“Damn it, Cara. I’ll come in your mouth.”

“You won’t do that,” she answered. “You want to fuck me too much.”

“You have a filthy mouth, mate.”

“All the better to eat you with.” This time, she slid her lips over him, sliding them down his shaft as far as they would go. He was far too big for her to swallow him all, so she gripped the rest of him with her fingers and pumped. He seemed to grow larger as she worked, although that could scarcely be possible.

No wonder he’d eaten her so eagerly. Although his musk wasn’t nearly as powerful as her own, he had his own taste -- spice and hot male.

“That’s good.” He groaned again, and his hips moved in a slower version of the thrusts he used in coupling. “I never imagined.”

A note of salt danced on her tongue -- the signal that he couldn’t take much more before he’d have to come. Too soon, as she could do this for hours, worshipping his huge tool with her lips and tongue. He was the bigger and the stronger, but she could overpower him with her sex. She could possess him as much or more than he could take possession of her.

“I feel as if I’m going to explode.” He groaned as his thrusts went deeper and she had to hold him firmly so that he didn’t choke her. “Cara, you’d better… oh… you’d better stop. Now.”

She released him, and in an instant, he’d lifted her under her arms and deposited her on the corner of the railing, the post behind her back. Both of them struggled for a second or two to get her robe up over her hips. When they had, she reached for his member and guided the tip between the lips of her sex. In one fluid move, he drove himself into her, pushing her off the wood until nothing held her upright except for his hands on her buttocks and her arms around his neck. By wrapping her legs around his hips, she pulled him all the way inside her, taking his bulk until it filled her. Impaled all the way to the root of his sex, more fully than she’d managed that afternoon.

She tipped back her head and let loose a throaty groan of possession.
Mine. This male is mine
.

He was heaven and sin, savagery and a long, slow fuck. As his hips moved, his hands massaged her ass, creating a wave motion -- in, out, up, down. A thorough plundering of her wetness. Each downward motion brought her hardened clit against his pelvis, working double magic, in the deepest part of her and against her most sensitive flesh.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered. “More. Please.”

“Hold tight, baby.” He quickened his movements until the pressure against her nub was constant, the pleasure nearly unbearable.

“I’m going to come,” she said. “Oh, God, now. I’m…” The words ended in a shriek as her pussy went wild in an orgasm that shook her to the roots of her hair. He kept moving the whole time the storm crashed over her. Inside, she grasped at him rhythmically as if the climax would never end.

Even through all that, she felt him tense and heard the roar building in his chest. He jerked upward a few times, so violently she had to clutch his shoulders with all her strength to hang on. At her very core, he released his essence inside her, suspending them both in bliss so profound she went limp with it. He settled her back on the railing just as she would have fallen. His arms still cradling her, she sagged against him and sighed.

“Perfect,” he murmured after a few moments. “Did you feel it?”

“Mmmm,” she answered. “How could I miss it?”

“Not just the orgasm,” he said. “We made a child.”

Her heart thundered in her chest as she sat, leaning into her mate’s big body. A child. The word hardly registered. How could she make a new member of the pack when she hardly understood her own place in the group?

* * *

“Did you think about what I said last night?” Gray asked.

Sitting in the Adirondack chair next to Cara’s, he didn’t turn to face her as he said it, but she could feel his attention focused on her like the beam of a magnifying glass, anyway. For some reason, the whole day he’d watched her all the while pretending not to. The scrutiny gave her an odd feeling in the pit of her stomach. Not at all welcomed but not at all unpleasant, either. Much like what he’d said to her the night before.

“We discussed a lot of things,” she answered.

“Anything more important than whether you conceived?” Still, he kept his face forward, his expression neutral.

“Would you like that?” Her voice came out so small, she could hardly hear it.

He finally turned and looked at her. “I can’t imagine anything better.”

“That figures.”

“You don’t want my offspring?”

“It doesn’t matter what I want,” she answered. “It’s going to happen eventually.”

“You could try to sound a little happy. I’m your mate, after all.”

“I’m sorry.” She put her hand on his arm and squeezed. “You deserve better.”

“Don’t you dare start that shit again,” he said.

She stared at him. “You swore. You never swear.”

“I don’t care. That I’m-not-good-enough crap sets me off.”

“It must.”

Before they could get into a full-blown argument, a soccer ball came careening toward them, headed straight for Gray’s head. He caught it before it hit. “Seems like the whole family’s out to get me.”

Joe’s oldest, Tommy, ran over to retrieve the ball, but Gray held it out of his reach. “Is this your weapon, young man?”

“It’s not a weapon,” Tommy answered. “You’re silly.”

Gray leaned over the young one. “You don’t call a big bad wolf silly.”

Tommy stuck out his chest. “I’m a wolf, too.”

“Oh, yeah?” Gray said.

“Yeah,” Tommy answered. “I’ll shift, and you’ll see.”

Cara did her best not to bruise Tommy’s considerable ego by laughing. The child thought he was invincible and stood up to every challenge, whether real or imagined. He’d face down a huge male like Gray if given the opportunity.

“Careful.” Gray chuckled. “Where I come from, even the smallest wolflings are bigger than you.”

“Are not,” Tommy answered.

“Tell us where you come from, Uncle Gray.” That from Ilse’s boy, Ricky, who held his sister, Sally, by the hand. Her thumb firmly in her mouth, Sally stared at her new uncle out of huge, blue eyes, so different from her brother’s brown ones.

“I come from a place very far away.” Gray gestured expansively into the distance. “Not over the first hill or the second one, but lots and lots of hills.”

Cara couldn’t tear her eyes away from her mate and the little audience he’d gathered around him. The children had adored him immediately, and only strict instructions from their parents had kept them from hanging around him every moment.

“What’s it called, that place where you live?” Ricky asked.

“Well, it’s called…” Gray glanced at Cara for help, but she just smiled back at him. He started this. He could finish it without her help.

“It’s called Grayland,” he said finally. “And all the wolves are gray.”

Ricky, the family skeptic, eyed his new uncle with some suspicion. “All of them?”

“It gets boring after a while,” Gray said. “That’s why I found your Aunt Cara.”

“Where was that, Aunt Cara?” Tommy asked.

She crossed her arms over her chest. “Under a cabbage leaf.”

Ricky snickered.

“You have to understand that cabbages are as big as houses in Grayland,” Gray added.

“They are?” Sally asked, now having lost interest in her thumb.

“Oh yes,” she answered. “Bigger than my cottage. I saw them myself.”

“You’ve never been to Grayland, Aunt Cara,” Ricky said.

“How do you know where I’ve been, squirt?” she answered.

“There you are, then,” Gray said.

Sally walked up to Gray and rested her hands on his knee. “Tell us more about Grayland.”

He scooped her up and put her in his lap. A few weeks ago, he’d been a collection of parts strewed across the workbench in her lab, and now, he was a nurturing wolf male, and a good one. Something inside her turned warm and gooey. It wouldn’t be so bad to have his child at all.

“Let’s see,” he said. “Where I come from, there are rivers of honey, but we have to leave most of that for the bears.”

“I’d fight the bears for it,” Tommy declared.

“The bears in Grayland are fearsome,” Gray answered. “Heck, even our deer have fangs. They don’t run away. They fight.”

Tommy huffed. “I’m not afraid of a dumb deer.”

“If they don’t get you, one of the birds might.” Gray spread his arms wide and flapped them over the children.

“I saw an eagle once,” Ricky volunteered.

“Our birds are bigger. They’re so big, we call them bonzo birds.”

Cara chuckled and then covered it with a cough.

“The bonzo birds are so big, they block out the sky,” he went on. “They have fangs, too.”

“Birds don’t have teeth,” Ricky said, but he didn’t sound so sure of himself any longer.

“Bonzo birds do. Long, pointy ones,” Gray answered.

“Bonzo bird get me?” Sally asked as she leaned into Gray’s chest.

He closed his arms around her. “No, honey. Bonzo birds don’t chase little girls, only little nasty boys who bother them.”

“I could kill a bonzo bird,” Tommy said.

“Of course, you could.” Gray ruffled the child’s brown hair. “See, Sally? Tommy will protect you.”

“Besides, there aren’t any bonzo birds around here,” Cara added.

“Your pack will always keep you safe, honey.” Gray kissed the top of Sally’s head. “Your grandma, your mom and dad, and all your aunts and uncles and cousins.”

“Doesn’t your pack miss you?” Sally asked.

Gray stared toward Cara over the little girl’s head. This time, she would help him if only she could think of an answer.

“Uncle Gray’s pack wants him to be happy with us,” Ilse said. She’d probably watched the whole display from a distance, and of course, she’d thought of exactly the right thing to say.

“Who wants a run before dinner?” Ilse said.

I-do’s went up all over the place.

“Good,” Ilse said. “We’re all going.”

“Even Grandma?” Tommy asked.

“She needs to run, too,” Ilse answered. “Come on. Everyone.”

The children all took off in the direction of the other adults. Ilse went to follow but then turned back to Cara and Gray. “Everyone,” she said.

* * *

Cara might not realize it, but she held her tail at a flirtatious angle as she ran. Gray deliberately fell behind, even though the pack traveled at a speed slow enough to accommodate the wolflings. Even on their first chase through the woods near her lab, he would have let her stay ahead of him so that he could enjoy the view of her rump as the powerful muscles of her wolven form bunched and extended. Then, his lust had put everything from his mind but catching her and mounting her. Now, after all the times they’d coupled, he could show more patience. Or could he?

Tommy ran at the head of the pack, next to his father, leaving no doubt which male would protect the clan into the next generation. The rest spread out behind, darting between the redwoods and kicking up the remains of fallen needles. The forest floor felt soft with the stuff, and it muted their steps, leaving nothing but the sounds of their heavy breathing to give witness to their passing. Cara belonged to a fortunate pack -- all of them strong and healthy with untouched forest of their own. You could say they were blessed, and now, he was, too.

The matriarch, Bess, caught up to him, signaling behind them with an incline of her head. He glanced back to find Sally struggling to keep up with her short legs. Her pink tongue hung from her mouth as she panted. When Bess stopped and headed back toward her granddaughter, he nodded that he understood. The youngest and the oldest would turn for home, and no doubt a wholesome, hot meal would await the rest of the clan at the compound.

In the moment he’d hesitated, the rest of them had gotten ahead, so he sprinted off after his mate.