MATE OF THE WEREWOLF (Changeling Encounters: An Erotic Paranormal Sex Story Of Sexual Blackmail And Domination) (2 page)

Grace squirmed with impatience, loving his intensity
and his savage tone, emotions that matched her own. "Yes, Noah.
Please."

His dominant nature made her shiver, his ferocity
driving her, making her need to surrender to him completely. She
cried out as his tongue slid demandingly into her sensitive folds,
licking her juices as he attacked her pussy. He was aggressive and
showed her no mercy, going down on her with a violence that rocked
her body and satisfied her longing to be taken by him without
restraint. His tongue tasted her from bottom to top, as though he
was savoring every bit of her essence. It was intense...too
much...yet not enough. His fingers of one hand sought her clit, as
two from his other hand thrust inside of her.

She bit her lip, trying not to cry out, still sane
enough to know that people could hear her. But she was slowly
losing touch with reality, nearly too lost to even care.

Watching him take her with such abandon called to her
wild inclinations, a part of her that she had never known existed.
She could see his fingers disappear into her begging, empty channel
and she jolted as they filled her, deeply and thoroughly, raking
over her g-spot with every hard thrust. The fingers at her clit
opened her little hood, leaving her raw for his seeking tongue.

"Oh, God. Make me come, Noah. Please." She didn't
care who could hear her impassioned pleading. Grace needed him to
satiate her body. She couldn't stay in this elevated state of
unsatisfied desire without losing her mind completely.

His fingers started to fuck her as he laved her naked
clit. She thrashed as he thrust even deeper, stroking her with
fast, pumping strokes that had her lifting her hips to meet him,
eager for each possession, each touch of his heated tongue.

Her whole body quivered and she closed her eyes. Her
body was ready to come apart and she couldn't watch him anymore. It
was too much. She was on sensation overload, ready to go into total
meltdown.

His tongue and fingers stroked her, increasing their
speed. Her gut clenched as her orgasm struck with staggering
strength.

"Noah, Noah, Noah," she screamed his name as he kept
her climax pounding at her, licking the cream that he drew from her
body with a tortured groan.

Grace regained sanity slowly, her body shaking as
Noah unbuttoned the pants of his tux. His face was still intense as
his eyes met hers. He pulled her up into a sitting position on the
vanity.

She could feel his burning desire and her soul was
calling for her to satisfy his need. It was almost like being
controlled by something not quite human…and definitely not
natural…not for her.

Grace slipped from the counter and went to her knees.
The bathroom had a marble floor and it felt hard and cold on her
legs, but she didn’t really acknowledge it.

She had to free him. She tugged his zipper down and
lowered his pants and black briefs. His magnificent cock sprang
free, swollen and engorged. It made her heart thunder and she was
slammed by the instinctive need to sate him.

"Suck me, Grace," he snarled as he brought her head
closer to his large, hard member.

She was compelled to obey, needing to pleasure him
with an intensity that floored her.

She licked the velvet head of his cock, savoring the
taste of his pre-cum on her tongue. She could feel his urgency, so
she wrapped her wet lips around him, taking as much of his large
phallus as she could. Her hand curled around the base as her mouth
enveloped him.

He growled, a low guttural sound, as she sucked him
hard and rough, just the way she instinctively knew he wanted it.
Grace wasn’t sure how she knew that, but it was crystal-clear to
her that Noah wanted it raw and untamed, needed it exactly this
way.

He grabbed her head and his hips pumped into her
sucking mouth. He took control as he threaded his hands through her
falling down hair and moved her mouth roughly against his cock.

"Suck it hard, Grace," his voice was ragged and
uneven.

He was so large that his cock was hitting her throat
and she couldn't take him all in, but her hand was wet and sliding
behind her lips.

Noah’s entire body grew tense as his hips pistoned
into her mouth. She knew he was going to orgasm and she moaned
around him, needing to taste him. He moved his hands from her head,
allowing her to pull away, but she wasn’t moving. So that she could
pull away. She needed to savor his taste, his essence.

Noah came with an ear-piercing howl that sent shivers
up her spine. His scorching hot seed streamed into her throat and
she swallowed him, happily enjoying the warmth and the taste of
him. He was delicious, tasting of sex and sin, power and fury.

Grace could hear Noah panting as she pulled her mouth
away from his cock. She willed her shaky legs to get her up and
walk to a chair so she could sit down. She pulled the halter of her
dress behind her head and smoothed her skirts over her legs. She
didn't know what happened to her panties, but she knew they were
torn anyway.

Noah cleaned himself at the sink and zipped his
trousers. He came to her with a warm wet cloth and she didn't
protest as he kneeled to gently clean her face and wipe soothingly
between her legs.

He threw the cloth behind him and it landed on the
vanity without a sound. He stayed on his knees and took her hands
in his as he asked softly. "Grace...do you have any idea what you
are?"

Her face was burning red and she was dizzy and
lightheaded. "A slut?" she questioned in a confused, lost voice.
She had just had the most mind- boggling sex of her life in a
public bathroom with a stranger…and he hadn’t even penetrated her.
Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes as she tried to make
sense of her wanton behavior.

Noah reached up and wiped her tears, chuckling
softly. "No, Grace. You aren't a slut. It isn't your fault. You're
my mate. You are drawn to me as I am drawn to you. My reaction is
stronger, but you feel the mating instincts to a lesser
degree."

Grace shot him a perplexed look as she answered him,
"I don't understand."

He sighed. "I'm a werewolf, Grace. A wolf Changeling.
You’re my destined mate. Somewhere in your ancestry you must have
had a Changeling descendant. It may be an extinct breed, but you
have some Changeling blood. It's probably the reason you’re so
attracted to wild animals, feel the affinity with them, even though
you don't have the Changeling abilities."

Oh. My. God. The man was crazy. A raving lunatic. She
drew her hands from his and crossed them over her chest. "I'm a
veterinarian, Noah. I love all animals. I'm a scientist. There is
no such thing as Changelings."

Noah looked at her with a resigned expression. Grace
felt a pulse of electricity in the air. She actually recognized it
as a touch of magic, but she refused to acknowledge that fact.
I’m a scientist. I’m a scientist.

One moment she was looking at Noah and the next...at
a large white timber wolf.

Her eyes grew as wide as saucers and she flinched.
Grace had a healthy respect for wolves, and this was a beautiful
animal that was almost entirely white except for a small black
patch under its chin. Its eyes were Noah's. Deep blue, and at the
moment, very entreating. It moved closer to her slowly, nudging its
soft fur against her crossed arms.

Grace’s heart was pounding wildly in shock, but the
animal lover in her couldn't resist. How often would she have a
chance to pet a beautiful timber like this? This was no hybrid…this
was definitely all wolf that probably weighed in at around one
hundred and eighty pounds. Huge...even for a wolf.

She ran her hands over Noah’s soft fur. She stroked
him all over, loving the feel of his silky pelt. His body squirmed
in delight at her attention.

A werewolf? Shit! She couldn't believe it was true,
but she couldn't deny it. She was petting the actual proof.

The wolf morphed instantly back into Noah, and her
hands ended up on his torso. She drew them away, more frightened of
the man than of the beast.

"You have cognitive awareness while you are in wolf
form?” she asked curiously. The scientist and vet in her needed to
ask questions.

"Yes. My animal instincts are strong, but I can think
exactly as I do as a man, although I do have a driving instinct to
chase rabbits sometimes." He gave her a small, lopsided smile. "Now
that I'm under the influence of the mating instincts I'm afraid
that I see you as my prey and I have the uncontrollable urge to
chase after you in human form. I need you to mate with me, Grace. I
can't take you unless you agree."

"Noah...I'm confused. This has all been too much for
me. I don't even know you." Her voice was soft, her expression
dazed. She hadn't even gotten over the fact that Changelings
actually existed. Not that she could deny it after that
demonstration, but she needed…time. She’d just had a lifetime of
beliefs wiped away within moments.

"You have to decide, Grace. It won't be a happy life
for either one of us if you don't. If I need to push...I'll
push."

"What does that mean?" It sounded suspiciously like a
threat...and she didn't like threats.

"It means if you don't decide to mate with me within
a week...I'm pulling my funding for your sanctuary." He told her in
a matter-of-fact voice.

"I can't make it without your funding, Noah. You know
that. That sanctuary means everything to me. I thought it meant
something to you too since you donate a hefty sum." Her voice was a
mixture of anger and panic.

"
You
mean more. You have a week to decide."
Noah’s hard voice told her that he meant what he said. He would do
it.

Grace stood up and got in his face, standing toe to
toe. She was angry now as she glared up at him. "You're
blackmailing me. Give in or lose my sanctuary. What kind of mate
will I be to you?"

"I need you and you need me. I'm hoping you’ll get
over it once you realize it's for the best." He told her
simply.

"You bastard" Tears of anger streamed down her face
and she wanted to slap him. She clenched her fingers into fists to
resist the urge. She was a healer and she knew she’d regret it
later. It wasn't in her nature.

"Actually...I was born from mated parents, but I
understand why you think I’m an asshole. One week, Grace." His
voice trailed off as he disappeared, his figure just fading away in
the blink of an eye.

Grace stood there in shock. What the hell had just
happened? It was like a really bad nightmare...but she knew she was
awake.

She had questions, an endless amount of things she
wanted to ask… and he had just left her.

I didn't leave you. We can still communicate. We’re
acknowledged mates. We can talk. It's just better if I am not near
you physically right now. I have to admit that it isn’t helping
much. Your scent is imbedded in my memory, with me even though we
aren’t in the same room.

Oh shit! He was talking to her mentally? What the
hell else didn’t she know?
I’m a scientist. I’m a scientist.
"I'm not speaking to you. I'm pissed."

She heard his light laughter before silence fell.

Five days to go, and counting.

Grace cursed as she left her office in the city and
walked to her car. It had been a long day and she was exhausted.
She had a good practice in the city and she enjoyed what she did
here, but her heart was always with her sanctuary, which was
located twenty miles outside of the downtown area. She had all
types of wildlife there, animals that had been injured or
displaced. She even had all of the necessary paperwork to take in
big cats that some idiots had decided would make good pets...until
they grew up and started doing what came natural to big cat, things
that weren’t acceptable to humans, like hunting or protecting
themselves.

She sighed, frustration rising inside her as it did
any time she thought about the selfish nature humans sometimes
displayed with animals. When would people realize that wild animals
would never make good pets? They were born to be wild and free. She
tried to rehabilitate and release if possible, but not all of them
could make it on their own in the wild. The health and wellbeing of
those animals meant everything to her.

She had well-trained employees who cared for the
animals, but she still spent most of her free time there and she
was the founder as well as the resident vet.

Grace drove the small distance to her lonely
apartment with a heavy heart. She stripped immediately as she
entered the bathroom and dropped her clothing into the hamper. She
might love working with animals, but she needed a shower
immediately after a ten hour day.

Her muscles relaxed as the hot water spray massaged
over her body. She lathered herself up, trying not to think about
Noah. He had been on her mind since he left her alone in the
bathroom two nights ago. Her body ached for him and she had so many
questions she wanted to ask, but her stubbornness wouldn't let her
talk to him. He was blackmailing her. The damned bully. She refused
to give in to blackmail.

Oh...but part of her wanted to. She felt
fundamentally connected to him. She had always felt lonely, like a
part of her was missing, even when she was surrounded by people.
She dated, but no one had ever filled those empty parts of
her…until Noah. Nothing she had ever felt compared to this pounding
need for Noah. It didn't make sense. She barely knew him.

Her hand caressed her breast and another snaked down
her body toward her needy core. Every time she thought of Noah she
felt like an animal in heat.

I can help you with that.

Noah! Her hands flew off her body in a guilty rush
and she started to rinse. "Get out of my head!"

I was just trying to be helpful. You were calling for
me.