Ravished by the Wolf God: a medieval fantasy erotic romance (God of Night Book 1) (2 page)

And
then I couldn’t breathe at all because he had quietly laid aside the mask of
mortality and was burning with the power of a mighty god. No longer did he wear
the face of a wolf, but of the beautiful, unearthly man I had glimpsed before,
all razor-sharp cheekbones and fine nose and sharp, strong jaw. I felt my knees
weaken and sank to the floor. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from those burning
icy eyes. His mightiness swamped and awed me, and I struggled to find words to
speak as a silver aura flickered into life around his broad frame, and a white
cloak billowed behind him from some unseen wind. The fur on his chest melted
away to human flesh. I tried to shield my mind from his will, but it was
overwhelming. I felt tears of joy and awe and terror stream down my cheeks.

The
aura flickered out and the façade faded. He pulled me to my feet, still human,
still with that barbarian physique, seven feet tall and counting with broad
shoulders and muscle upon muscle rippling and tensing over pale, silken skin.
Short brown hair crowned his head and his ice blue eyes burned only with the
intensity of a young man, not a god. His immortality was hidden once again. I
could breathe.

“I
apologise,” he said softly, his voice the same raspy growl as in his wolf man
form. He wiped the tears from my cheeks. “It has been some time since I have
taken a mortal lover, and I had forgotten how much my true form overwhelms you.”

Finding
my voice, I said at last, “You can shape shift.”

He
nodded solemnly. “To a wolf, to the half-man you met earlier, and to this, what
I consider my true form.”

“You
made me think…” He’d made me believe I was going to give myself to a hairy wolf
man. And what was worse, I had been okay with that.

He
looked at me, wide-eyed in innocence. “You were willing to lay with me as a
beast. Will you do so now that I appear human?”

The
use of the word ‘appear’ did not pass me by. I’d heard many tales about the
prowess of the gods. If I’d let him, I’d be in for a treat. I felt my pussy
quiver in anticipation and clutched the cloak of shadows tighter around my slim
frame. Nocturne motioned to the fire.

“Come.
Warm yourself.”

I
scooted closer to the fire and let its warmth wash through me. I closed my eyes
and breathed deeply, trying to quell my racing heart.

I
felt pressure on my hair and opened my eye to see him stroking my long
earth-brown locks. His eyes began to half-close in pleasure.

“Why
were you at the manor?” I said, breaking the silence.

He
opened his bright blue eyes and sat up straighter. “The same reason you were.”

“To
steal the cloak?”

He
nodded. “Not directly, of course. I believe you were my vassal. A good choice,
this time.”

“What’s
a vassal?”

“Someone
who does the bidding of a god whether they know it or not. I wanted the cloak
out of the manor and back into the rightful hands of its owner, and along you
came to do just that. I was intrigued by your skill and it was clear you were
one of mine.” He growled ever so softly, but in pleasure, not anger. A deep,
killer smile passed over those perfectly cared lips. “My sister Helia would be
jealous to see the skills of my subjects. The night raises all the stakes.”

“So
if I was doing your bidding, why did you follow me?”

His
looked up at me, as bashful an expression as one could wear whilst being
immortal crossing his handsome face. “I desired you, and I hoped, after you got
over your fright at my appearance, that you might desire me, too. Beyond that
form, I mean.”

“Well,
thank you for catching me,” I said softly. I moved my hand so my little finger
made contact with his.

His
face broke into a lupine grin. I couldn’t help but laugh, easing the tension.
He moved, slowly at first, so as not to startle me, and settled on his hands
and knees before me. I kept my back rigidly straight, not daring to back down,
and Nocturne put his face close to mine and breathed in my scent.

“Bliss,”
he said softly. He took my face in his smooth, youthful hands, and kissed me
gently. His lips were firm and warm and soft, catching mine in his. Once I got
over the initial shock, I kissed him back, tentatively at first, then more boldly.

“Oh
yes,” he said with a deep rumbly growl in his voice that did absolutely nothing
to hide the depths of his burning desire. “I like you.”

I
felt something stir deep within, and in a sudden act of boldness I threw my
arms around him and pressed my breasts up against him. His arms went around me
and held me close, patting my hair, smoothing it back from my face. I reached
up and pressed my lips against his. He pulled me tighter against his body, and
I could feel all the contours of his muscles beneath his silken skin, his hands
pressing me to him. I felt the bulge of his manhood – godhood? – pressing
against my thigh, trapped in those cut-off trousers.

He
pressed back against me, lowering me to the floor before the burning fireplace,
gently peppering my lips with small kisses that reassured me. He stroked my
face as I caught my breath, and his hand moved down my throat to my breast,
tucked away under my shirt. He squeezed it gently, before continuing to my
belly. My arms encircled him and pulled him closer. He made a noise with his
throat, a cross between a whine and growl, and his hand went from my belly to
further down, across to the crotch in my trousers, to caress my pubic bone. He
massaged my mound for a few moments before rising his hand to the hem of my
trousers and -

I
tensed up, pulled away on instinct, and he stroked my hair, withdrew his hand
to my far thigh, caressing it. I looked at him fearfully. “I’m sorry.”

“There’s
nothing to be afraid of,” he said, as he bent to kiss me and I couldn’t help
but respond to his soft insistence and encouragement. I drew a deep breath and
tried not to shiver.
He’s just a man
, I told myself.

His
upper body was leaning on mine. The hand on my thigh moved to my rib just below
my breast. He offered me another kiss.

“If
you want me to stop, I will,” he said softly, gently, while his hand moved from
my rib to my face, traced the outline of my cheek, brushed against my jawline.

“I’m
just frightened,” I whispered, my hands balled into fists at his back.

“I
won’t hurt you,” he said.

“What
if I go mad?”

His
face quirked into an expression of bemusement.

“I…
I heard some people go mad when they become a god’s lover. I don’t want to lose
myself, my lord.”

He
kissed me. “Call me Nocturne. And I guarantee you’ll be safe. It’s spending too
much time in the godly realm that can drive a mortal insane. We’re still in
your realm. You’re safe.”

My
fears assuaged, I let him kiss me again. His hand moved back to my thigh and I
lifted my leg instinctively. Not relinquishing my invitation his hand strayed
once more to my trousers, under the material, to grasp my pubic bone. His
fingers explored, and soon he found my hot, wet slit. I shivered in his arms as
he pushed two deft fingers inside me, coating them in my own desire I hadn’t been
quite aware of. He drew them out and raised them to press against my clitoris,
needing absolutely no guidance.

Of
course not. He was a god, thousands, maybe millions of years old. He’d probably
had loads of lovers in his time. Plenty of experience to bring a girl to orgasm
as quickly as possible.

But
that’s not what happened. Every time I felt the build up of his fine fingers
against my tiny bundle of nerves, he could read it in my expression, or my
breathing, or the way my muscles tensed, and he backed off. This prolonged my
pleasure, and it felt so damn good. Every time I got close to an orgasm he’d
change tact and start ramming my pussy with his fingers again.

“You
tease me!” I managed to gasp, grabbing at his hand as he once more refused to
honour my orgasm. He withdrew it completely and pressed his body against mine,
kissing me deeply.

“Are
you not enjoying yourself, little sparrow?”

“Yes,”
I said, my voice lusty and full of need. “But I need to come. I need you to
make me come, Nocturne.”

His
wolfish grin said it all. “I will. But for now, it is my turn to worship you,
my lady.”

Wordlessly,
together we fumbled at my trousers and shirt and stripped me until I was naked
and vulnerable, shivering in the cool night air despite the roaring fire.
Nocturne removed his trousers as well, revealing massively muscular legs, firm
as tree trunks, although the angle was wrong for me to catch a glimpse of his
godhood. Entirely naked, he slid alongside me, and I felt his godhood pressing
against my thigh. His head lowered to my breasts and his tongue lapped at my
nipples, forming them into tight little aching peaks as I wriggled and writhed
and moaned beneath his clever tongue. His fingers delved back into my pussy and
rammed into me over and over again, and before I knew what was happening he was
kissing down my body, between my breasts, along my sternum and down my belly.
He settled his long, powerful body between my knees and wrenched them open
further, then attacked my pussy with his tongue.

It
was so unexpected that I fell back and hit my head with a thunk on the wooden
floor of the travelling hut. This seemed to goad him on, and the intensity of
his attack combined with the fact that holy shit, a
god
was kneeling
before me, worshipping
me
, giving
my
pleasure – that elusive
orgasm I’d been chasing, the one he’d promised me and then teased me about, hit
in such an agonisingly sweet way that my entire world turned upside down and I
forgot my own name. I screamed wordlessly in the ultimate pleasure, my limbs
trembling, locked, as Nocturne’s tongue brought me to climax again and again
and again. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced. None of my previous lovers
could make me come like that. It was like nothing on earth.

It
was supernatural, I realised, as his tongue slowed, my body unlocked and
relaxed and I came back down to earth. A divine orgasm. Multiple divine
orgasms.

A
satisfied smirk on his face, Nocturne peeked up at me, over my belly and the
mounds of my breasts. Without speaking he kissed the inside of my thigh, and
once feeling came back into my limbs I struggled to turn around, stagger to my
knees, raise my ass and point it at his face.

“What
are you doing?” he said, his fingers stroking over my exposed buttocks.

I
peeked over my shoulder at his face. “You don’t want to fuck me… like an animal?”

“Little
sparrow,” he said gently, easing me on to my back once more. “I am no beast.”
He lay his powerful, muscular body along mine, dwarfing me against him. Almost
by instinct I raised my knees, opening up for him. He nuzzled his fine nose
into my cheek, nipped at my ear, before shifting his massive body over me. I
felt the head of something huge and hot and slick pressing against my entrance,
and I gasped.

“Easy,”
he said. “I’ll go slow.”

I
tried not to tense up as he pushed himself slowly inside me. His godhood was
massive, a huge pressure all the way in. He growled wolf-like as he drew his
full length inside me, stretching me, making me gasp and squirm and moan.

“Nocturne,”
I gasped, clawing at his back, my fingernails leaving no scratches, gathering
no purchase.

“You’re
so tight around me, little sparrow.”

There
was no pain – at least not the sharp pain that I experienced when I lost my
virginity. As he bent over me I pulled him close. He flattened against me, tensed
enormous muscles, and withdrew his godhood almost all the way out of me. I
missed the presence immediately when just the head lay in my wet slit. He
lowered his head and kissed my exposed neck, and then tightened muscles to
thrust back inside me, hard.

The
bliss almost shattered me. I moaned, unable to help myself, and felt him
nipping my neck in response, little love bites spurring me on.

“Moan
for my, little sparrow. Say my name.”

“Nocturne,”
I squeaked, scrabbling for his hips as he withdrew once more, lazily, utterly
in control of both his own body and mine, and I completely at his mercy. He slowly
eased back into me, making sure I felt every inch, every slightest movement. My
senses seemed heightened and my skin tingled. He’d put me right on edge and he
kept the long, slow withdraw and the firm, delicious thrust back into me until
I thought I might cry at the sheer bitter sweetness.

Then
he started kissing me, taking my moans of satisfaction and pleasure into his
mouth. With a long, low growl of his own, like he couldn’t bear to keep this
control anymore, he began to move faster, harder, and my hips instantly matched
his rhythm, snapping back and forth as he rammed his godhood into me, his
golden orbs slapping against my tender skin, our cries mingling with each
other, our voices as one.

“Nocturne!”

“Kayla!”

He’d
said my name for the first time! I wasn’t ‘little sparrow’ anymore. His
breathing was hot and ragged on my neck and he sank blunt human teeth into my
shoulder, crying out in desperation.