Lure of the Blood (11 page)

The feeling of her hand on his heated flesh
pushed him over the edge and into insanity as she stepped round him fully. Her
soft mass of hair tumbled freely down her back, a few strands settling between
her breasts. He could clearly see the spots of blood on her lip, where she had
bitten down earlier, and he growled low in his throat. Her grip on his cock
increased and she moved her hand up and down his shaft slowly, her eyes full of
desire and need, connecting with his.

“I don’t want slow and I’m not afraid of your
big, bad wolf, Ion. I want you, now, inside me.  I want all of you. Do you hear
me? You would never hurt me, no matter what you think in that stupid, furry
brain of yours and I am not made of glass! I won’t break and I won’t throw
myself under a train, just because your wolf comes out to play.”

He stopped breathing at those whispered words.
How the fuck did she know about that? He shut his eyes as memories swamped him,
until the feel of her lips around his cock jerked him back to here and now. The
sight of her on her knees in front of him, lips closed around the tip of him,
broke the last bit of self-control he had and he pulled her to her feet with a
furious growl. Her legs locked around him as he lifted her and with one leap he
deposited her on the bed.

****

All the breath left Marnie’s body in one big
whoosh as his full body weight came on top of her on the bed. His eyes sought
hers and he lifted himself off her slightly, his mouth coming down hard on
hers. Yet still the kiss was gentle and so deeply arousing that Marnie shifted
restlessly under him. He sucked in his breath, releasing her, when she moved
her feet up and down his muscled calves, his cock nudging her aching pussy
through the thin barrier of her thong and she pressed herself closer into him,
his low growl spurring her on.

“I want you, Ion.”

The heat in his eyes scorched her and the
ruthless determination she once again sensed in him, shot straight to her clit.
He caught her moan in his mouth, his fangs scraping her tongue and excitement
built low in her core, when he broke the kiss with a toothy smile.

“You’re sure; you’re ready for the wolf, little
one?”

His voice was a deep growl she felt all the way
down to her toes and her mouth went dry at the intent in his eyes. Her stomach
free falling, she managed a shaky nod, as excitement overtook any reason.

“I’m ready for you, Ion. All of you.”

He held himself perfectly still over her, his
biceps straining, nostrils flaring. Marnie found herself drowning in a renewed
burst of his scent and, acting purely on instinct, she pulled him down until
she could sink her teeth into his neck just hard enough to scrape his skin. His
instant growl and scrape of his fangs against her own neck was so erotic, she
almost came on the spot. But instead of biting her, he licked in long, slow
maddening strokes down her neck, over her collarbone, stopping at her breasts
for ages. He took his time, licking and nipping each aching globe in turn, the
joined friction of his tongue and the stubble on his face exquisite torture on
her heated skin, until she thought she was going to pass out from sheer
pleasure.

By the time he abandoned her breasts and his
tongue licked southward, she was so aroused that the whisper of his breath on
her heated folds sent her hurtling over the edge, as he used his teeth to tear
the soaked scrap of material away from her pussy. He pushed two fingers deep
inside her as her orgasm hit, massaging her g-spot. Marnie writhed helplessly
under him, clutching onto his shoulders as wave after wave of her climax shook
her body. His fingers increasing their relentless pressure and the growled
words of encouragement in her ear, served to intensify the waves of intense
pleasures centred between her thighs. When she finally came back down to earth,
she became aware of his lips, softly kissing away the hot tears she hadn’t been
aware of shedding, the emotion in the eyes looking down on her, taking her
breath away.

“Are you ok, little one?”

She managed a shaky nod in his direction and
couldn’t help her soft moan, when he gently removed his fingers, still lodged
deep inside her.

“Good, because that’s just the beginning, my
sweet.” She caught a glimpse of his wicked smile, before his hands settled on
her hips and he scooted down the bed, the first lick of his tongue on her inner
thigh, setting her insides ablaze anew.

****

Ion was lost, the scent and feel of Marnie
surrounding him. Seeing her come apart under him in the throes of her orgasm,
with barely any help, had him so hard, he was going to explode if he didn’t
find himself buried deep inside her pussy soon. Fuck, she was responsive and
she tasted like heaven. Every lick filled his mouth with more of her cream and
the little sounds of her arousal fuelled his own desire until he was drunk on
her. All of her, her scent, her passion, the deliberate way she goaded him, her
impassioned little speech as she held his cock in her hand, her eyes shining
with conviction and need.

She couldn’t know what it meant to bite him on
the neck and it had taken all of his willpower to stop his wolf from
retaliating and sinking his fangs into her fragrant flesh, claiming her as his
mate. That he would never do, no matter how much his wolf growled in his ears.
Her small sounds of arousal increased as he switched his attention from her
outer lips to her clit, standing proud, begging for his tongue and teeth to pay
the swollen nub some attention. Using his hands he spread her wider, feasting
on the view of all that sweet pussy, his for the taking. Her breath now came in
short bursts, as he deliberately blew on the wet flesh, watching the tell–tale
blush spread across her silky skin, her thighs trembling under his hands, her
agonised pleas for release ringing in his ears.

Her eyes connected with his, when he released
her just long enough to grab a condom from the drawer in the nightstand. Her
eyes grew huge as she watched him struggle, and she surprised him again by
sitting up and taking charge, rolling the thing on his length, her eyes now
full of mischief as she grabbed his balls and squeezed.

“Anyone would think this big bad wolf had never
used one of these.”

“I don’t usually need them, but I’m not taking
any chances with you, little one.”

Her sharp intake of breath should have warned
him of her intention but the slap to his face took him by surprise. The warm,
willing female in front of him was spitting fire all of a sudden, her breasts
dancing in front of his vision with anger, instead of anticipation.

“So, in other words, you make a habit out of
unprotected sex with god-only-knows who?”

She slapped his hand away as he reached for
her, amusement and affection welling up inside of him at her righteous
indignation and she would have scrambled off the bed, had he not pulled her
unto his lap. The move brought his cock in direct contact with her pussy and
she froze, her eyes locked with his. All it would need was a slight lift by him
and he would slide home. His smile turned wicked at the heat rising in her
cheek, awareness and need flaring up between them.

“Just trust me, little one. I will explain why
later; it’s different for shifters, and I don’t make a habit of sleeping with
humans.”

His hand worked its way up to her breast
unhindered as she continued to stare at him and her eyes clouded over with
desire, as he rolled one erect bud between his fingers whilst nipping her
shoulder with his teeth.

He licked his way up her the base of her neck
over her rapidly beating pulse until he could suck her bottom lip in his mouth,
whilst manoeuvring her back onto the bed.

Her soft sigh of surrender was music was to his
ears, as he nudged her legs apart with a muttered, “Open for me, little one. I
want to be buried inside of you, when you come all around me.”

Her moaned compliance had him slide into her
tight entrance like a hot knife through butter and he growled low in his throat
at the sensation of her wet walls closing around him. God she was so tight, yet
so ready. His eyes locked with hers when he began to move, every thrust taking
him deeper into her, as her muscles stretched and drew him in further. As he
watched, her eyes fluttered shut, her muscles milking his cock with small
rhythmic waves as her orgasm built, her head moving frantically from side to
side, before her eyes flew open as he growled the first of his own releases.

Ion increased his pace, using his hands as
leverage under her hips and bringing one of her legs over his shoulder, his
next thrust brought him deeper than ever, pushing her too over the edge. The
bed shook as he gave his wolf free reign, too caught up in her passionate
response to worry over hurting her or taking it easy. She met him thrust for
thrust and orgasm for orgasm, her heated breath on his neck sending him into
his own personal nirvana, his last and final climax so intense that he could
only hold onto the woman under him. Her body was his anchor as his spirit
soared, connecting him to the forces of the moon and he couldn’t hold back the
release of his seed. His last functioning thought before he shut down
completely and lost himself in the forces surrounding them was relief at his
foresight to use the condom. He was going to protect her or die trying.

Chapter Twelve

Marnie was consumed by fire. It licked along
her veins, heating her blood until her breath came in short gasps. Flashes of
liquid heat danced across her skin, the sensation so intense, she moaned and
writhed in her sleep, as molten lava concentrated between her thighs, where
delicious friction built to fever pitch.  Heat surrounded her, held her
captive; her senses became filled with the smell of earth and spice, familiar
yet new. It made her feel safe, desired, cherished, aroused. Her eyes flew open
at the unexpected pressure between her legs, the sensation of being filled and
stretched, the male growl in her ear sending shivers of awareness down her
spine, as she felt herself lifted.

“That’s it, little one, just let yourself
feel.”

Ion’s tongue invaded her ear, his calloused
hands creating more delicious friction as he lifted her hair off her neck
before kneading her breasts, his tongue creating a trail of heat along her neck
and down her spine. All the while Ion grew bigger inside her, his breath hot
and erratic on her bare skin, his voice murmuring nonsense against her back.

“So tight, so hot, move for me, feel what you
do to me…yes, just like that…on your knees, little one…”

The band of muscle around her waist held her
steady as she responded to his whispered commands and his gentle thrusts grew
more urgent. On her hands and knees, held into his hard body, she moved
instinctively as he thrust into her, every movement bringing him deeper into
her core. Beads of sweat broke out all over her body and she locked her arms to
give herself more leverage, seeking more of him as the fever built inside, her
internal muscles clenching and releasing in ever-increasing spasms as the
pleasure build to the point of pain. His low growl of release in her ear, as
his first orgasm hit, sent her over the edge and she began riding him as hard
she could. Gripped on the edge of pain and pleasure, he grew bigger still
inside her. Helpless to do anything but ride the storm as waves of sensation
broke over her, Marnie screamed her release into the pillow as her legs gave
way.

Ion collapsed on her, growling his own
surrender into her shoulder. She shivered all over when his claws sliced
through the pillow under her head. He thrust into her one last time, driving
them both to the top of the bed with the force of his release.

Completely spent and deliciously sore, she was
dimly aware of Ion rolling off her. Ion turned her over and, settling her into
the crook of his arm, pulled the covers over them both. Exhaustion claimed her
and she let herself be lulled to sleep by the warmth of his body.

When Marnie next woke up fully, it was to the
low murmur of voices outside the bedroom door. She instinctively pulled the
covers up to her shoulders. Brilliant sunlight streamed into the room through
the open French doors, illuminating a scene of devastation.  The remains of her
tattered dress lay by the bedroom door, close to her abandoned bra and her torn
thong, which dangled precariously off the end of the bed.  Feathers were
everywhere. Marnie blushed furiously at the tattered cushion, carelessly thrown
on the floor near the head of the huge bed.

The bedcovers, too, showed claw marks. Marnie’s
blush deepened as she recalled her enthusiastic response to Ion’s demands of
the previous night. She had lost count how many times she had woken up to find him
making love to her, his stamina seemingly never ending, his control slipping a
little more every time, as his wolf took over. Yet he hadn’t hurt her once. A
cautious visual inspection of her naked body under the covers showed nothing
more sinister than whisker burn on her breasts and between her thighs. Heat
flooded through her, recalling how she had received those markings, and she
rubbed her thighs together, relishing the delicious soreness. It was just as
well Ion was still talking to someone outside the door, or she might have just
jumped him in broad daylight.

No sooner had she thought that, than the man
himself appeared through the open door, balancing a tray of food in one hand.
Closing the door with his foot, Ion yanked up his unbuttoned jeans, in danger
of falling of his hips. Marnie allowed herself a moment to feast her eyes on
all those rippling muscles, as he moved towards her with the fluid animal grace
she had come to expect of him, before raising her eyes to his face. His harsh
features were guarded and watchful, his eyes worried as he looked her over.
Marnie felt herself blushing, thinking what a sight she must be. No doubt her
hair was a mess and she looked like a harlot, clutching a hole-riddled sheet in
the middle of a bed that spoke volumes of last night’s shenanigans. What was
the morning after protocol when you had mind-blowing sex with a shifter, who
looked as though he wanted to be anywhere else right now?