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Authors: Elizabeth Lapthorne

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BOOK: Rutledge Werewolves 1: Scent of Passion
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“You mate is revolting. She ate three peanut butter and banana sandwiches right here after her afternoon sickness. It nearly turned me off my own dinner. I had to open the windows and air the damn kitchen out. She teased me that this was all normal for her, that she
enjoys
eating carrot cake and chocolate topping! You have to do something about her, Art!”

Artemais grinned.

“That’s okay, I’ll go up and talk to her about it.”

Ignoring the sniggering from William and mirth-filled stare from Dominic, Artemais headed up his private staircase into his section of the house. Already hard as a rock just thinking about what Sophie had planned for them, he opened his door and quietly closed it behind him.

Grinning hugely, he called out, “Honey! I’m home!” feeling a large, warm spot just over his heart.

The knowledge that he could come up here every day and every night and have Sophie here, ready and waiting for him… Artemais frowned a little as he reached his big bed. It was turned down, with a number of extra pillows and cushions thrown onto it, but he didn’t see Sophie lying waiting on it. Many candles lay scattered around, on tabletops and windowsills, giving the room a soft, muted glow to it. His gas wall heaters were on, making the room comfortably warm.

“Sophie?” he called out, heading towards the bathroom. He figured he had merely arrived before she had finished getting ready.

Before he could knock and enter the bathroom, she came out from his study.

“Hey there. I thought it was you. You might want to get into something more comfortable. Like nothing but your robe,” she said, nodding to the bed where she had laid out his silk robe. Artemais looked confused at the foam mats she carried and spread out on the bedroom floor.

“Uh, Soph, sweetie…”

“Come on. I’m in charge of tonight—so you’d better be able to follow orders.”

Artemais didn’t know whether to laugh or be very worried when he saw the impish gleam in her eyes. Deciding to play along for now, he began to strip. Wiggling his hips in the same manner he had seen strippers do back in his wilder days, he felt a blush creep up his cheeks when Sophie laughed and wolf-whistled.

A bit disappointedly, he realized Sophie had on her new purple camisole and a long purple-blue sarong style skirt that reached her ankles. Shrugging, he figured there hadn’t been a skirt invented that he couldn’t remove.

Pulling on his robe, he turned around, ready for whatever Sophie had planned next.

“Lie down on the mats, I’ll just get the oil,” Sophie waved to the mats she had spread out on the floor and hurried over to the dressing table and grabbed a bottle of what looked like massage oil.

Artemais sat down, intending to find out what was going on.

“Soph. What are you doing?”

“Pampering you. I’m going to give you the best damn massage you’ve ever had. I found this oil in the ladies’ store, and I became inspired. Come on, don’t be a killjoy. Lie back and I’ll start with your feet. We can get rid of the robe soon enough.”

“Hon, it isn’t my feet that want a massage,” he jeered, leaning over to kiss her on the cheek. She laughed and pushed him away.

“Oh, come on. Haven’t you heard that anticipation makes it better? Just think, next time I’ll let
you
be in charge if you’re nice to me.”

Nuzzling her neck now, he quickly licked the spot on her neck where his mark lay.

“I can be
very
nice to you love. Just let me show you.”

Laughing, she pushed him down onto his stomach and shuffled down so she could pull his foot into her lap.

“I know your brand on
nice
, Mr. Rutledge, and I’d rather you saved it for later. Now just lie back there and let your mind wander. It’s certainly not every day I’ll be doing this for you. In fact, soon enough
you’ll
be doing this nightly for
me
, if half the pregnancy stories I’ve heard are correct.”

Artemais got himself comfortable, and closed his eyes. Sophie poured some of the oil on her hands, rubbing them together to warm them up, and began to massage his feet. He hadn’t ever really paid any attention to his feet. But he now realized that there could be an awful lot of tension stored down there. As Sophie kneaded out knots and tensions that he hadn’t known were present, he found himself moaning in relief at the strong but gentle manner her fingers worked.

“So what are your plans for tomorrow, darling?” she finally spoke.

“Mmmff,” he grunted, not yet capable of speech. Finally, he replied, “I need to catch up on work tomorrow. I’ll spend most the day in my office downstairs, catching up with business, and then I can show you around the woods. Hopefully point out a few landmarks so you won’t keep on getting lost.
Ouch
!” As Sophie slapped his ass, he turned half around, twisting so he could see her grin down at him.

“That wasn’t very nice. Just showing me landmarks would have been enough said! I’m not stupid, I know why you’d be showing them to me. So what sort of work do you do? You mentioned a security company?”

Artemais turned back around as she continued her massage.

“Yeah, my brothers and I own and run Rutledge Security. Or, it pretty much runs itself nowadays, but I like to keep up-to-date with it all, so it won’t get out of hand.”

“Rutledge Security?
The
Rutledge Security? Isn’t that the biggest company and home security system? I didn’t really connect that.”

Artemais grunted again. “Samuel has done wonders for us with all his tinkering and gadgets, so he’s branched out into a small private investigations firm. He’s still loosely connected to the main company, does some cheaper work for us, but mostly he has his own clientele and business. Dominic plays with all the computer coding and solves the majority of our hacking problems. William decided to become the sheriff around here and play cop.”

Artemais stopped talking as Sophie moved her way up his legs. He felt her moving over him, could smell her scent mingled with the lavender of the massage oil. He pressed his cock harder into the foam mat, hoping to give himself even a tiny measure of relief from the pressure building there. When Sophie took her hands away from him, he didn’t know whether to howl in relief or despair.

“Let’s get rid of this robe and move on to the bed, hmm? I think I have enough oil on my hands to do your back.”

Standing up and stripping off the robe in one movement, Artemais stepped over to the bed and crashed down onto it. Lying on his back, hands behind his head, he grinned at her.

“Like I said before darling, it’s not my back or feet that want a massage. If you’re determined to ignore old Fred over here, you can massage my chest while straddling my hips. That might give me the strength to wait a few more minutes.”

Sophie laughed at him.

“Old Fred? He never seems that old to me. But okay, I can massage your chest.”

Artemais drew in a deep breath, praying for strength and patience as Sophie removed her sarong, revealing a scanty purple silk thong. As she straddled his hips, the damp heat of her core pressing down onto his rigid cock, he bit his lip to stop the groan that tried to escape.

As she rubbed her slick hands over him, the only thing Artemais’ lust-filled brain could concentrate on was the wetness and warmth of her hands. How they must be a parody of how wet and warm her pussy must be. How it would grip him like a glove, like a vise and squeeze him for every drop of his seed.

Just as he
had
to tell Sophie to stop teasing him, to let him enter her, he felt her warm hands grasp his wrists. Thinking she would finally let him touch her, he didn’t resist. Until he heard a metallic
snap
click into place around one wrist, and instantly the next.

“What the…? Sophie, what are you doing?”

Pulling on the fur-lined handcuffs, Artemais looked up at his love as she smiled.

“I wanted a bit of time to pamper you. I figured the easiest way to get you where I want you and not having you seduce me within seconds was to…er…restrict your movements. I also found these at the shop. It’s really well-stocked, huh?”

Unbearably turned on, but also angry at the same time, Artemais pulled on the cuffs. If he didn’t mind breaking his headboard, he could easily pull the cuffs through the broken wood, but Sophie looked so proud of herself he didn’t want to ruin the moment for her.

Then his brain finally kicked into gear. If she had bought these from the local shop…running his thumb along the outside of the cuffs, he felt the remover catch. They were a gag item, and were specifically designed for easy removal. He supposed he should be grateful she hadn’t stolen William’s cuffs. Not only were his only unlockable by the single key only William held, but they had been custom-made so that even a werewolf had to struggle to break them.

Hmm…maybe he should let Sophie have her way, then turn the tables on her later.

Settling, making himself as comfortable as his randy cock would allow, he raised and eyebrow, tauntingly.

“Okay then, wench. Do your worst—or best, depending on how you feel.”

Sophie grinned. She leaned down and kissed him so thoroughly, so passionately, he felt his toes curl. As she kissed him, she stroked his nipples. When they peaked, and he involuntary arched up into her caress, she smiled and nibbled his lower lip.

“Bet you never realized a man’s nipples are just as sensitive as a woman’s.”

Artemais tried to catch his breath.

“They aren’t.”

Sophie merely smiled.

“Sure they are. They’re just sensitive in a different way. Watch.”

Artemais felt all the blood rush from his head as he watched Sophie bend down over his chest, her short blonde curls no barrier to his eyes, and she took his nipple in her mouth. In his mind, he could see their positions reversed. He saw Sophie, bound and helpless before him, saw his own head bending down over her nipples, suckling them as she now suckled his. When she bit down gently on it, he cried out and arched himself into her.

“Oh shit, Sophie. Don’t tease me. Take me now.” Artemais held onto his control as she rolled her gray eyes up to him, watched him watch her as she suckled first one nipple, then the other.

The seconds ticked by, as Sophie watched him and he watched her. The moment was incredibly erotic, the picture she made, head bowed down, but eyes turned up to watch his reaction…he knew this picture would be etched in his brain for all his remaining days.

“So you want more, hmm?” she spoke around his nipple.

Mouth dry, Artemais could only nod his assent.

Sophie angled her head back down, and kissed her way down his chest, letting her hair drag silkily against his heated skin. She seemed to leave a trail of fire behind her, as the silky ends of her short hair caressed his skin and caught amongst his own lightly haired chest and abdomen.

When she continued downward, kissing and nibbling, her hair driving him wild, her scent enveloping him, he realized where she was leading him, he groaned and bucked his hips, hoping to hurry her up.

Before he reduced himself to begging her, he felt her hot, moist mouth close around his rigid cock. Moaning and thrusting his hips into her mouth, he rattled his cuffs, surprised to be reminded they were there. He desperately wished he could cup her sweet face, pull her further down onto his pulsing cock.

“Sophie,” he panted, “please take me deeper.
Please
.”

As she chuckled, the vibrations drove him wild, making him even more desperate. He wanted to pleasure her, to have her come with him, but she seemed determined to do this her way tonight.

Just as he thought he had begun to control himself by biting down on his inner lip, Sophie started wetly pulling his balls into her mouth. She rolled them around, playing with them with her tongue, careful to keep her teeth out of the way. Feeling himself being driven over the edge, he cried out as his cock lengthened and hardened even more.

Certain he would be coming onto his stomach, cold and alone, when he felt his cock start to spurt, he felt the heated dampness of Sophie’s mouth enclose over him again, sucking him dry.

His body racked by the orgasm blasting through him, Artemais felt his blood roar in his ears, closed his eyes against the shooting lights that ran through his head. He felt himself explode, over and over as he shot every last drop of his seed down her throat.

Finally lying back against the pillows and soft sheets, sweating, Artemais caught his breath. Feeling Sophie crawl up his body to lie on top of him, running her hand through his short hair, he felt the blood start to circulate again and the noise in his ears die down.

After a moment, he felt Sophie nuzzling his neck and shoulder again. Grinning indulgently, he rubbed his chin against the top of her head.

“That was fantastic, love. Thank you.”

Sophie’s chuckle penetrated his brain.

“That was just the appetizer. I have a few more things I want to do to you, and they’re all going to take a damn sight longer. That was just to take the edge off.”

Grinning hugely, Artemais felt Sophie take his momentarily still cock in her hand and stroked it until he returned to full attention. He long ago had noticed he didn’t need a long time to recuperate sexually, but where Sophie was concerned, the word
insatiable
began to have real meaning.

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