Rae, Beverly - Howling for Sara [Night Runner Werewolves 1] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Special Edition) (4 page)

She did as he told her to, and her brown eyes locked onto him. He inhaled, drawing in her tantalizing fragrance. “That’s my name. Don’t wear it out.” She giggled, then hiccupped. “I think I’m a little tipsy.”

“Yeah, you’ve probably had enough.” He tried to take her glass from her, but she resisted. She leaned back, making him slide over her body to reach for it. Managing to get the glass away from her, he put it on the nightstand but didn’t sit back. How could he when she was so close?

Her lovely face was inches from his, and he knew he couldn’t wait a moment longer. Crushing his mouth to hers, he rejoiced in the softness of her lips. He slipped his tongue inside her mouth and groaned. She tasted like sugar with a hint of spice, and his body tensed, ready to please her. She didn’t resist, instead moving her tongue around his in a sexual dance.

He jerked her body on top of the bed. Perhaps realizing what he intended for the first time, she struggled, but her fight didn’t last long.

She moaned and slipped her hands under his arms to grip his back. He deepened his kiss, playing his tongue against hers. He cupped her bottom, loving the round firmness, and squeezed.

Nibbling on her lip, he was stunned when she pushed against his chest to break their kiss.

“No.”

He froze, unable to comprehend why she would want to stop. “Why?” He dropped his gaze to her crotch. “I know you want me as much as I want you. I can feel you getting wet already.” He skimmed his hand over her thigh toward the
vee
between her legs. Heat seared into him, scorching into his hand to surge through the rest of his body.

She parted her mouth, whether in surprise or to speak, he didn’t know. And he didn’t care. “Sara, I’ve waited for you for a long time, and I’m not about to back off now.”

She shook her head and balled her fists against his chest. But he paid no attention to her pitiful struggle. If she really wanted to stop, to get away, she could. And as much as it would kill him, he’d let her.

“This is going to happen. Either my way or your way doesn’t matter. But it is going to happen.” He searched her face. “I know you want this as much as I do. So why put up resistance? Unless you like it that way?”

He let her think about his words. “Well? Which way is it going to be?”

A myriad of expressions flitted across her face. She batted her eyes, took a deep breath, then answered.

“Your way.”

She couldn’t have said anything that would have had his cock flying higher. In the next instant, she somehow managed to flip over and was scrambling over the bed. He jumped for her, snagging her by the ankle. She cried out, giggled, and started kicking.

Ignoring the blows, he took her under her arms and threw her toward the head of the bed. Straddling her to hold her in place, he yanked the case off a pillow. She continued to fight him, thrilling him more, and he saw his excitement reflected in her eyes. He tore the case into shreds and began wrapping the strips around her wrists.

Her eyes grew bigger, but she didn’t cry out, didn’t shout at him to stop. Instead, she watched him as though fascinated by each knot he made. Tying her hands to the slats in the headboard, he licked his lips and smiled. “You’re so beautiful.”

Michael’s hands shook as he grabbed the top of her T-shirt and tore it away from her. He groaned at the sight of her full, ripe breasts, the taut nipples and the brown areolas surrounding them. She might be the one tied up, but no woman had ever held such power over him.

She yanked at her bindings, making her breasts jiggle, and he almost came. She mewed, the sound soon turning into a laugh as she tried kicking her legs to get away. But it was no use. She’d never get free unless he wanted to set her free or she asked him to let her go. But he sensed she wasn’t about to ask.

He bent to glide his tongue over her breast. She moaned, the sound of her need pulsing his lust into higher gear. “You take my breath away.”

She stopped and gaped at him.

“Hasn’t anyone ever told you how sexy you are?” He stared at her, daring to tempt her to remember. “Not even in your dreams?”

She inhaled sharply then narrowed her eyes at him. “No,” she whispered.

Liar.
But her lie didn’t matter. Now was all that mattered.

“Good. Then that makes me the first.” He took her breasts in his hands, delighting in the sensation of her hard buds against his palms. He pressed his lips to hers, nibbling, sucking, and held back the urge to lower himself to suck her other lips. She made soft, yearning sounds and her struggles stopped.

Moving to her side, he made short work of her boots and jeans, the unveiling showing a lacy, red thong underneath. He growled, the animal inside clawing to have his way with her. Kneeling over her, he gripped the lacy material in his teeth and tugged, ripping them away. As far as he was concerned, she’d never wear underwear again.

He paused, taking the time to remember her as she looked the first time in her new bed. Her pale skin glowed in the moonlight, and he could imagine the beautiful wolf she would become. But that was for later. Right now, he had to take her as a man.

He stripped, shucking his boots and clothes then tossing them to the floor. She watched him, silent, but he sensed no fear. When her gaze slid lower, he waited, wanting to see the approval in her face. She didn’t disappoint him and even favored him with a quick lick of her lips. The hot, spicy scent of lust drifted off her to ease into him and send the whirlwind in his abdomen into a faster spin.

He swore under his breath and vowed to make her dreams a reality.

He came to her, then slid the back of his fingers along her side and over the soft mound of her stomach. Giving her the reverence she deserved, he slipped his finger between her legs and watched the flame of desire flare in her eyes. He found her pussy, warm and inviting, and rubbed his finger over her clit. She gasped and jerked, tugging at her bonds again even as she opened her legs wider.

“You’re so wet.”

He stroked her, fighting against his urge to push her legs farther apart and shove his cock inside her. Rubbing her clit, he watched as her breathing quickened, her eyes glazed over, and her mouth opened. She clenched and unclenched her hands, trying to reach him.

He rubbed her, circling her clit then taking it prisoner between two fingers. She threw her head to the side, back and forth in an unheard scream. Keeping the rhythm going on her tender nub, he leaned over and sucked her nipple into his mouth. She watched him as he swept his tongue over each nipple, nibbling and sucking until each one glistened with his saliva. He gave her clit another long, slow, torturous circle, and she arched against him. She closed her legs around his hand.

“What do you want me to do, Sara? Tell me. I want you to have what you need.”

She licked her lips in answer then, opening her legs wider than before, gave him her quiet permission. Her pink, swollen folds sparkled with the evidence of her lust, and he knew she was no unwilling victim. He swallowed, already tasting her nectar, and he couldn’t help but smile.

Lying between her legs, he drew in her scent, letting the pure smell of woman tingle his senses. She was sweeter than all his dreams of her and he couldn’t wait another second to taste her. He pushed her pussy lips apart and slid his tongue over her clit. She cried out, her body bucking under the slight touch.

But he was done being tender. If he didn’t give into his needs soon, he would burst. Wrapping his arm around her leg to hold her to him, he reached up and fondled her breast, then pressed his mouth to her pussy and sucked like a man dying of thirst. She cried out, bucking against him, bucking for him.

He swept his tongue around her pussy lips, needing to drink all of her tastes. She was his lifeline now, the one he’d longed to have for so many years, the one the pack needed to thrive. He flattened his tongue against her clit and added a finger to her pussy. Her vaginal walls took hold, tightening around him. He pumped his finger into her, giving her a much smaller preview of what his cock would feel like and what she would feel wrapped around him. He added another finger and she lifted her butt, trying to force him closer. Her wetness flooded over his hand and her body trembled as wave after wave of orgasm swept through her.

She was the Night Runners’ mate, the future of their pack. But for now, she was all his.

“Michael.”

If he didn’t have sensitive hearing, he might have missed her saying his name. “Yes, Sara?” God, how he loved to say her name.

If she asked him to stop, he wasn’t certain he could do as she wished. The control he’d had earlier now hung by a thread. The only thing left to do was to pray she wouldn’t ask the impossible of him.

“Untie me.”

* * * *

She shook her head, trying to rid herself of the wine-induced fuzziness so she could feel even more of the myriad of sensations flowing through her. If he didn’t untie her, she’d go insane. She didn’t care if she had to beg or plead with him, or curse him until she turned blue, she had to get free. She yearned to touch him, to taste him, to make him moan as she licked her tongue along his skin. She ached to take his enormous cock and slide her hands from the base along the length, over the curve to the mushroomed end.

The tightness in her stomach radiated outward, foreshadowing more climaxes. He took his time to slide over her, putting his hard body inches from hers as he reached up to untie the cords around her wrists. She could feel the heat coming off him, could smell her aroma on his skin, and almost passed out just thinking about what she’d do to him given the chance.

She lifted her head and tracked her tongue over his nipple, reliving the way he’d licked hers, and was rewarded with a groan. Only one hand was free when he crushed his mouth to hers, but one hand was enough to take his neck and feel the tickle of his hair on her fingers. Her own juices flooded her mouth, but she wanted more. She needed to taste him, to savor his mouth as he’d done her pussy. Sweeping her tongue around, she delighted in the rush of flavors, male musky tang mixing with an exotic hint of something she’d never tasted before.

She moved her hand higher, letting the silky softness of his black hair slip between her fingers. Nibbling his lower lip, she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. Her thirst for him swirled, driving away all thoughts except that of satisfying her need.

He lowered his hips to meet hers and pushed his cock against her crotch. Closing his eyes, he growled then opened them again. All at once, he tried to pull away from her.

“Not yet.” She tightened her legs around him, holding him captive as securely as any bindings ever could. She clutched his hair and glared at him. “Finish untying me first. Now.”

The corners of his mouth tilted upward. “You’re a fiery one, aren’t you?” His eyes sparkled.

“Michael, untie me.”

A mischievous grin erupted. “Or what? You’ll fuck me to death?” His grin grew bigger. “I’d like to see you try.”

“Untie me and I’ll do this to your cock.” Taking her time, she peeked her tongue out of her mouth, then trailed it around her hard bud.

A flash of hunger brightened his eyes, and he rushed to untie her. Once free, she brought his mouth to her breast and thrust her tongue out to join his. Together they sucked on her nipple, her tongue teasing his, and she arched, urging him to suck harder. He did, tugging her tender bud into his mouth. A tornado spun inside her abdomen, and her clit tightened in response. Licks turned into nibbles, giving her pleasurable zings of pain. She slid her hand between their bodies in an attempt to take hold of his shaft.

He broke the kiss, placing his hands on either side of her head. “What were you planning on doing with my cock?”

“Move up and I’ll show you.”

Flecks of amber flashed in his eyes, and he wasted no time in straddling her. She paused, the breath hitching in her throat. Did she see gold flecks in his eyes? Surely she’d imagined it.

He scooted up to place his cock between her breasts. She took it and pushed her breasts against his shaft, covering it. His mouth parted and his gaze locked onto her as she started working her breasts up and down his length, first going in the same direction then moving them in opposite directions. He hung on to the headboard and closed his eyes, intense concentration on his face. The muscles in his thighs were like steel rods against her sides, matching the strength of his hard rod between her breasts.

She studied him, determined to remember this moment for the rest of her life. She’d never had a man like him, never even thought it possible. He was everything she’d ever hoped for and more. Her heart almost burst from the joy swelling inside it.

Sara flicked her tongue over the mushroom cap and watched the muscles in his abdomen flex with the thrusts of his hips. Taking it slowly, she eased a little of him into her mouth. He covered her hands with his and helped to rub her breasts against him.

“I don’t know how much longer I can stand this.” His voice was low and husky.

Taking one long draw on his cock, she reached up and grabbed his pecs. The longing to have him inside her gripped her, and her pussy throbbed. “Then fuck me.”

Quicker than she thought humanly possible, Michael moved from her chest to settle between her legs. She lifted her hips, offering herself to him.