Desired by Wolves [Call of the Wolf 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (13 page)

He resisted, and soon she saw why. He was almost painfully aroused, his cock standing up fully engorged against his stomach. He tried to cover himself with his hands, but she pushed them away, reaching down to touch him. It had been ten years since the last time they’d been together sexually, but when she touched his cock, it felt like yesterday.

She could feel her pussy clenching with desire. She wanted him, she realized, desperately. She needed him to be inside her.

Carefully, she stroked his cock, running the fingers of her left hand up and down his shaft. He groaned, but he didn’t try to stop her.

“Do you like this?” she teased, fisting her hand around him and stroking harder. She looked at his face and saw the arousal, but also the fear in his expression.

“What’s wrong?”

“You have to stop. Please. Stop.”

She pulled her hand away, and he tried to turn back into the couch.

“You didn’t like it?”

“How can you say that? I’ve dreamed of your touch for the last decade.”

“Then why make me stop?”

“Because I’ll hurt you.”

“You could never do that unless you reject me again.” As soon as Lena got the words out, she realized that it was true. Somehow, helping him, seeing the pain and the scars, she knew that he’d suffered more during their separation than she had and that she no longer needed revenge. He’d paid a high price defending their country and living apart from his mate. It didn’t mean she wouldn’t come back to the issue of payback at a later date, but today, she just wanted to be close to him, her mate, again.

* * * *

Alex sighed as he tried to make her realize that this just wasn’t going to work.

“It’s not that easy. You saw how I attacked poor Moe.”

“You didn’t know that it was him. You know that it’s me who you are with.”

“I can’t take a chance. They did…things…to me over there. I developed certain
conditioned responses
as the shrink called them, that override my conscious mind when I’m in the grip of strong emotion, and if I make love with you, I can’t imagine a stronger emotion.”

“I saw your scars. It looked like they whipped you, and did I see cigarette burns?”

“Yes.”

“And the scar over the break. That was deliberately inflicted, wasn’t it?”

“Yes.” His response came out almost strangled as if he were reliving the experience.

“I’m sorry. I won’t press.”

“I think I have to call up Luke’s shrink and see if I can start regular sessions and maybe go to Luke’s vet meetings. Luke said I need to learn to let go of these memories, but I’ve been holding them tight to me. I didn’t want to let them fade or forget. He said it was because of the guilt I felt because I couldn’t protect my men.”

“It looks to me like you took quite a beating. What more could you have done?”

“But I’m alive and they aren’t. And I’ve got scars that you can’t see, Lena, deep ones. They were smart people. They knew my weakness. They beat me, and I gave them nothing. Then they beat my men, tortured them in front of me while they gave me food. They used electric shock on their genitals while they had a prostitute suck me off in front of everyone. Slowly, they broke me. I was ready to give in when they finally went too far. One of my men was gay. They’d found a personal photo of him and his husband and they decided to have some fun. They held a gun to his head and made him suck off one of my men. They told him that if he couldn’t make the guy they chose come, they’d castrate the both of them. They chose Rodger.

“Rodger was a great guy, but he was a proud man who saw sexuality in very black-and-white terms. He had no problem with Ted, but he was very religious and had been brought up to believe that gay people were going to hell. Ted pleaded with Rodger to understand and just endure, but when Ted took his cock in his mouth and Rodger found his cock getting hard, he lost it and freaked out.

“They shot him in the balls and left him there, bleeding. That’s when Ted made a grab for one of the guns. There was a flurry of activity as our guys chose just that moment to try to rescue us. They got distracted and I lunged, and that’s how my leg got injured. Ted took a bullet in the melee and bled out. Rodger actually survived but ate a bullet before he made it back stateside. His family thought it was because the bullet wound left him sterile, but I know it was because he’d become aroused.

“And you know what happened to me. I ended up lame.”

“And riddled with guilt.”

“That, too.”

“And you are afraid that you are going to freak out again and hurt me if we have sex.”

“Uh, yeah.” He turned to look at her. “You want to have sex with me?”

“Uh, yeah.” Lena paused as if choosing her words carefully. “Do you trust me?”

“With my life.”

“Then grab your cane and come upstairs with me.”

“I told you…”

“You said you trusted me. If you do, you’ll come upstairs with me.” She held out her hand, and after a long hesitation, Alex reached out and took it reluctantly, still convinced that whatever she had in mind, it couldn’t end well.

Helping him up, she handed him his cane, and together they slowly made their way up the stairs to the master bedroom. She stopped at the doorway.

“Master bath is through that other door. Do what you have to do to freshen up. I’ll take care of things downstairs. And I’ll be back in fifteen minutes. I’ll expect to see you lying on my bed in the spread-eagle position.”

He was about to protest when she spoke again.

“If you argue with me, I’ll gag you.”

He saw the amusement her face. He knew she’d won. She knew she’d won.

“Yes, ma’am.”

She watched him limp toward the bathroom for a moment before she headed back downstairs. She got Otis some fresh water and a snack and made sure she’d turned the stove off. They wouldn’t be eating in a while. And then she used the downstairs washroom to freshen up. In the end, it was just over twenty minutes before she was able to head back upstairs, praying under her breath that she’d find Alex in the position she’d ordered.

She sagged against the doorway when she saw him lying in the dead centre of the bed, his eyes closed, his arms and legs at 45 degree angles as requested. His cock had softened. She wondered if he’d jerked off in the washroom. Wouldn’t matter. His inner wolf was a horndog as she knew from experience. He’d recover quickly. But she had one thing to do first.

Moving to her bureau, she extracted four scarves. She tied a slip knot in the ends of all four scarves, making loops that would tighten when tugged. She started with his right hand. She slipped the loop over his hand and then pulled it snug before tying the end to the bed post. Vaulting across his body, she tied his left hand while he was still testing the scarf restraining his right hand. Moments later she had both of his legs similarly restrained. She’d given him a little slack, but no real range of motion. He was at her mercy.

The question was, would this cause another panic attack, or could he trust her to look after him? She’d worked quickly to restrain him, while avoiding looking at him, but now she had no choice.

She walked over to the side of the bed and sat down and looked into Alex’s eyes. He looked a little confused, but she didn’t see any sign of panic in his eyes. Her eyes moved to his cock which was stirring.

“How are you doing?”

“A little confused.”

“You were worried about losing control and hurting me. This way, you have nothing to worry about but me.”

She removed her clothes and crawled onto the bed, straddling his prone body.

“How do you feel now?” she asked in her best professional voice.

“You’re crazy!”

“Want me to untie you? We can go downstairs, and I can make you that pasta.”

“Hell no.”

She smiled and leaned down, touching her lips to his softly, just enjoying the sensation of touching her Alpha for the first time in a decade. She deepened the kiss and felt him kissing her back. His limbs may have been restrained, but that didn’t stop his tongue from demanding entrance to her mouth, invading and dominating.

When she pulled away, they were both breathing hard. Slowly, she kissed her way down his body, stopping to worship his flat nipples before heading lower and laving his navel. Then she followed the treasure trail down to his now-rampant cock. It was truly magnificent jutting out of a nest of dark hair, his heavy balls hanging between his spread legs.

She just looked at it for a moment before reaching out with her tongue to lick the length of it before taking it into her mouth and running her tongue across the slit before circling the head and sucking it deep.

* * * *

Alex felt his body arching up from the bed, and Lena sucked hard on his cock as if she were trying to draw the cum out of it through sheer determination. Pleasure shot through him that was almost electric in its intensity. And when she started moving her mouth up and down on him, he had to concentrate hard not to lose control and cum in her mouth after sixty seconds like some goddamned teenager.

He gritted his teeth. His first time with Lena in a decade and he wanted to cum deep inside her pussy, not her mouth. That could wait until the second, third, or fourth time he came inside her tonight.

“Please, I need to be inside you.”

“Relax and let me have my way with you.”

“Later. Please, Lena. This first time, I
need
to be inside you. Please, I’m begging you.” He had no pride any more. Pride had cost him ten years with the woman he loved. He’d done what he thought was best without asking her what she wanted or needed because he’d been the Alpha and he believed it was his right to make the decision for them all. He’d been a fool.

He saw Lena look up at him. She had one hand wrapped around his cock. Their gazes locked, and she deliberately licked the length of his cock as if it was a particularly tasty lollipop. Then she grabbed a condom that he hadn’t noticed her putting on the bed and slowly rolled it onto his cock, but not before giving it one last lick.

He lost the power of speech from the pleasure of the moment. All he could do was beg her with his eyes. Alex heaved a sigh of relief when she released his cock and moved to position herself so that she straddled him, her pussy hovering over his cock. He tried to flex his hip and push his cock up into her, but the scarves prevented him.

He growled with frustration as he continued to try to reach her with his cock.

“You’re not going to shift on me, are you?” Lena teased. “Because if you do, I’m out of here. I don’t do interspecies love.”

And then he saw her expression change. It turned serious as she reached between her legs and gripped his cock, guiding it as she slowly lowered her body onto him, not stopping until he was fully embedded inside her warm, tight pussy.

It was like he was finally where he was supposed to be. He leaned back and let the sensation wash over him and threw him. He felt more at peace than he had in years.

“No incipient panic attack?”

He paused to think about it. Nope. Nothing. Usually he could feel the pressure build long before they hit, but the only pressure building inside him now was in his cock. Was sex with Lena the secret to staying calm?

“Not even a twinge. Just the feeling of bliss at being inside you again. But I do have to warn you of something.” He deliberately made his expression solemn.

“What’s wrong?”

“I feel it only fair that I warn you that once you start to move, I’m going to last about sixty seconds max before I explode.”

“That’s okay.”

“Baby, I wanted to do better our first time. I had the whole thing choreographed in my head, and it didn’t include shooting my load before getting you off.”

“Well, if you do that, then I guess I’m just going to have to suck you hard and try again, and if you don’t last the second time, we’ll just have to keep repeating the process until I get to ride you long and hard enough to come myself.”

Alex felt like his eyeballs were going to roll back in his head as he exploded inside her just from her words. Damn it. She hadn’t even moved. He groaned in frustration as he saw her laughing at him, and then he laughed, too.

He stopped laughing when she leaned forward and slid up his body and off his cock. He felt her breasts and her hard pointed nipples pressing into his chest and she pulled herself up so that right boob was level with his mouth. Eagerly, he latched on, suckling strongly. It tasted like heaven. All too soon she pulled it out of his mouth, but that was okay because she leaned the other way and offered him her left breast. He worshiped this one, too, with his lips and tongue and even his teeth until he had her moaning with need.

She pulled away, looked over her shoulder, and then turned back with a smile.

“Seems like you don’t need me to rev your engine. I can see you’re ready for round two without any assistance.”

“What can I say, Lena. I’ve got ten years of fucking to make up to you.”

“You romantic, you!"