Taming Heather [Cariboo Lunewulf 1] (14 page)

“Well, this time you did a damn good job. It will take a few minutes before I can slide out of you.”

She raised her head, and he stroked the hair from her face.

“Do you mean like a dog?”

“I mean like a werewolf.”

“You wouldn’t ever change while we were having sex, would you?”

Marc shook his head. “No. But even in my human form I’m different than you are. And for the moment, we’re bound together. We’ve truly mated.”

Truly mated? But mating for werewolves was a stronger bond than marriage was for humans. Werewolves didn’t get divorced. In all of her research she’d found that especially appealing about this race of creatures. Their tight bond to their pack, their den, was enviable. But how could she have mated with Marc? She was human for crying out loud. Their rules didn’t apply to her.

Heather chuckled. There was so much she still needed to learn about his kind. “Well, it was good for me, too.”

She relaxed into him again, realizing she could stay like this forever and it wouldn’t be long enough. Her pussy felt more stretched than she thought possible, and the heat between them made her insides throb. But it felt damned good. Her eyes grew heavy, and she relaxed further, enjoying his arms securely wrapped around her.

Chapter Eleven

Marc woke up ravenous, and would normally have crawled out of bed to find something to eat, or enjoy an early morning run and capture his kill for breakfast.

Heather lay next to him though. Once his cock had finally relaxed the night before, she’d been contentedly sleeping on his chest. He’d carried her to his bed, wanting nothing more than to sleep with her.

Waking up with her next to him felt perfect.

She hadn’t understood what he’d told her the night before. If she were a werewolf they would be mated—mated for life.

The pack leader knew she was here. It wouldn’t surprise him at all if Rousseau did a drive-by, or had his mate drive by to see if she’d left yet. They would see her car parked at his den, know what had happened. And if circumstances were different, when Heather woke they would make a trip to the pack leader, announcing their mating. And then she would be his.

But that wasn’t how it was.

Marc rolled over, staring at her while she slept, and gently brushed a strand of hair that had fallen over her eye.

Her lashes fluttered, and she murmured something then buried herself deeper under his covers. He wrapped a leg over her, pulling her next to him.

There were matters to discuss, things to figure out. But he would feed her, give her time to wake up as he tried to think things through in his head.

Never in his life had he considered the thought that he would take a human as a mate. He wasn’t sure even if it had ever been done before.

Heather moved against him, stirring his cock to life. He didn’t move, knowing the chances of her being pretty sore this morning were good. She’d been so fucking hot the night before she’d managed to make him lock inside of her. No werewolf bitch had ever managed to get him to do that before.

His father’s words, told to the three of them when they were teenagers, rang through his head.

“Lock inside a bitch and she’s yours. That’s the true sign, boys.”

Did that apply to humans?

“Good morning.” Heather’s voice sounded sleepy, raspy.

Her face was nestled against his chest, barely visible under the covers. She didn’t move.

“It’s a damned good morning so far.”

He could feel her smile against him.

“You shouldn’t have let me sleep here though.” She stretched, her breasts torturing him and the moisture between her legs leaving a trail against his thigh. “I should get out of here before anyone discovers that I did.”

He tightened his grip. “No.”

“What about your brothers? Or your pack leader?”

“It’s the weekend. They’ll all sleep in and it’s early.” Not that he gave a rat’s ass about any of them. “My brothers wouldn’t care if you were here anyway.”

She moved against him, slowly pulling herself to a sitting position. He didn’t want her out of his arms but allowed her to move. She ran her hand over her chest, not meeting his gaze.

“Do all werewolves share their women?”

Her question shouldn’t have surprised him. Gabe and Stone weren’t too shy about their sexual behaviors. And he should have expected the question.

Heather licked her lips, a slow blush creeping over her face. That and the way her hair tousled adorably around her face made him ache to pull her over him.

“I mean,” she added quickly. “I know you had this law about having more than one mate.”

“That law doesn’t exist anymore. The previous pack leader created it in order to keep the
lunewulf
breed strong. But it caused a lot of jealousy from what I hear, and was abolished. That was before I joined this pack though. And no, not all werewolves share their bitches.”

Heather nodded, and then crawled to the edge of his bed, climbing out of it and then padding naked to his bathroom.

When he heard his shower start, he decided to join her.

Her head was under the showerhead when he stepped into his shower. Already she’d lathered her hair, and soapy water created trails down her body. All he could do was stand and enjoy the view for a moment.

Reaching for his soap, he lathered it up in his hands, and then reached for her breasts.

Heather jumped. “You could have told me you were in here,” she said, sputtering water as she quickly wiped her eyes.

Her nipples were so hard they made his mouth water. And for such a tiny woman, they were good-sized, perfect for sucking and nibbling. His cock danced to life as he wrapped his arm around her, cradling her while she stood.

“Are you tender?” he asked, putting the soap down and running his hand down her belly toward her shaved cunt.

“Just a little.” She sighed when he parted her folds, gently stroking her.

For such a petite woman—hell, her feet were half the size of his—she had an aura about her that made her seem larger than life.

“Why did your brother ask if you were going to share me?” she asked.

Her eyelashes dripped with water, making her green eyes wide and clear as a deep pond. He wouldn’t fuck her again so soon, although his cock was hard as nails at the moment. It would take breaking her in before she could handle what he offered on a very regular basis.

Turning her around, he took the soap to her back, taking his time in answering the question that he felt she’d already guessed the answer to.

“They like what they see.” There was no reason to offer too much information.

“You’ve shared women with them in the past?”

He should have guessed the reporter in her wouldn’t let the matter die.

“Once or twice.”

She let him bathe her, and then took the soap from him and washed him thoroughly, keeping her head down, and focusing intently on his cock while she stroked it with her soapy hands.

“You better be able to finish what you start,” he growled, the pressure building while her soft little hands created a heat he ached to put out deep inside her.

“Did you share women you were dating? Or were they just one-night stands?” she asked, focusing on his cock while she pressed and pulled, building up the lather around his shaft.

He braced against the side of the shower, the steam filling the room growing heavy with the smell of lust.

“You’d have to ask Stone and Gabe. They were their women.” If she thought she could manipulate answers out of him while stroking his cock, she would learn he had a hell of a lot more control than that. “Why? Are you interested in fucking them too?”

She moved her head enough to allow the shower to rinse his cock. He gripped her head when she looked like she would stand.

“No. I’m just interested in knowing all there is to know about you.” With the soap gone, she once again began stroking his cock, watching her efforts.

He pulled her head closer to his cock. “You’re taking that in your mouth, or your pussy. You choose.”

“You think you can boss me around?” she asked, looking up at him with defiant green eyes. “Because I choose neither.”

A growl escaped him, her challenging him when he could so easily force her to do either, or both, calling the more carnal side of him forward. She knew damned good and well he would never hurt her or, for that matter, make her do anything she didn’t want to do. Muscles bulged and hardened throughout him when she grinned up at him.

“Come for me, darlin’,” she whispered, her tone turning seductive as she knelt before him with the water streaming over her naked body. “I want to watch you come. Will you do that?”

This woman was half his size. She was petite, probably had never been in a fight in her life. He could easily lift her with one hand, and do with her as he pleased. Yet she knelt before him, trying to tell him how it would be.

Damn it all to living hell.

“If I jack off for you,” he told her through gritted teeth, “then you will come for me. You will do it when I say, and how I say to do that. Do we have a deal?”

She looked up at him, her hands not relenting as she continued to stroke his shaft, torture him slowly and thoroughly. Her eyes were moist as she ran her tongue over her damp lips. Even with her hair wet and clinging to her head, she was the most beautiful creature he’d ever laid eyes on.

Her mouth parted, her answer right there, yet she hesitated. Marc could see clearly that she didn’t like someone getting the upper hand with her. Well, if she wanted to be with him she would learn now that he didn’t take orders easily.

“I’ll think about it,” she said finally, a small smile appearing as if content that he’d just found her out.

She lowered her head, brushing water from her face, and then watched with a smile on her face when he took his shaft in his hand and began stroking. When she reached between his legs and began tickling his balls, he thought he might explode right there. Letting his head fall back, he clamped his teeth together so hard it made his jaw hurt.

She focused so intently on his cock, watching with her head lowered so that he couldn’t see her face. Her hands worked a cruel and torturous magic, stroking and caressing his inner thighs while he held his cock so that the blood boiled through his veins. The pressure built to a breaking point, and standing like this, maintaining his dignity and not grabbing her hair and forcing her mouth on his cock, became so much of a chore he couldn’t think straight.

“Come for me,” she cooed, her innocent tone defying the expertise of her hands.

“Little bitch,” he rumbled, then grabbed her head, knocking her off balance when he thrust his cock in her face.

She regained her balance, adjusting herself under the flow of the shower, then gave him a wicked grin. “Now, now. Behave,” she scolded.

He pulled her hair so hard she closed her eyes, although didn’t tell him to stop. He’d give her enough intelligence to know that she was pushing him beyond his limits.

“Open your mouth.” She would pay later for her torture session, he would see to it.

Right now, he would give her what she wanted.

The shower sprayed over her face when she looked up at him, her face right in front of his cock. She did as he said. Opening her mouth, letting the water streak down her face while he looked down at her, she blinked the water out of her eyes while watching him.

Focusing, concentrating, using everything he had not to shove his cock down her throat, he exploded on her, watching as the white cream was caught in the water and rushed down her, over her tits.

God. What a sight.

Droplets of water clung to her eyelashes making her green eyes look even more like they were glowing. The shower streaked through his cum, rinsing it down her neck.

“It doesn’t look any different.”

“What did you expect?”

“Last night.” She stood slowly, her hands still holding his shaft, while she looked up at him, her face flooding with curiosity. “You felt so different inside me. I wanted to see how you changed.”

“And that is why you pulled this little stunt?” He frowned, realizing that her act had been more to learn than for sexual pleasure. That didn’t ride well with him.

“I’ve seen you as a werewolf and as a human, but I wanted to see…”

Marc reached around her and turned off the water, then pulled back the shower curtain to grab a towel. “I don’t perform tricks. You’ll do well to remember that.”

She didn’t say anything, which was a damn good thing. Reaching for the other towel, she slowly began drying herself. He was aware that she watched him though.

Wrapping the towel around his waist, he turned to see the caution on her face. His little bitch definitely needed a lot of education.

“And remember, next time, you will perform for me.”

Chapter Twelve

Heather knew there was no way she’d be able to concentrate with Marc’s promise lingering over her.

Next time, you will perform for me.