The Mating Rite (Big, Beautiful Werewolf) (Werewolves of Montana) (39 page)

The moon came out.

Darius shifted.

Standing high as her waist, weighing more than 200 pounds of pure muscle, her mate had become a snarling, savage beast with fangs long as dinner knives, thick gray fur and claws that could shred solid steel. Even Aiden backed off.

“Sweet hellfire, what is that?” the alpha said, his eyes wide.

Tristan nodded at the wolf. “That, my dear Aiden, is your best friend in pure Lupine form. He is the essence of raw, untamed wolf.”

Samantha struggled to maintain control over her form, every cell urging her to dematerialize into thousands of droplets of mist. The forest called to her, needed her. She looked at the woods and saw the pack shift beneath the silvery moon. In wolf form, the Lupines raced toward the woods.

To hunt and kill.

They would kill the creatures she was honor bound to protect. Samantha whipped her head around and saw Aiden’s eyes glow amber. He too, wished to hunt and kill.

“Aiden! Do not shift. Fight it, alpha. I command you to remain in Skin.”

She cared not what the wizard wanted. The gown restricted her, prohibited her from dematerializing. The ancient call to protect the trees pulsed hot and heavy in her blood, shuttling aside arousal and the fierce need to mate. With an impatient scream, she tore the gown from her body, leaving nothing but skin.

Samantha lifted her arms to the sky and felt her body pulse with pure power.

Suddenly Tristan grabbed her around the waist and flipped her to the ground on her stomach. One knee on her back, he held down her shoulders. Sam screamed with the need to be free and saw the giant wolf paw the earth as he circled them, growling. A long, red shaft emerged from his sheath, signaling his eagerness to mate.

“Aiden, hold back Darius, until I give the word,” Tristan commanded.

Immediately the alpha was on his friend, his muscled arms wrapped around the wolf’s waist. Darius fought and struggled, his front paws scrabbling at the ground, trying to get to her.

“Hold him back. I must not allow her to transform, or she’s lost to Darius forever.”

“Damn it, I’m trying.”

She felt the pressure of Tristan’s knee ease. Immediately she tried to rise, but was forced to all fours by an invisible set of hands. The wizard knelt before her and cupped her face in his strong hands. His touch burned with power, but it did not hurt.

“Look at me, Samantha. Look at me and feel my power inside you.”

Unable to resist the command in the wizard’s voice, she looked up. His eyes glowed a fierce blue, but there was a softness in them. Confused, she stopped struggling.

Tristan gripped her face. “Shift into your Lupine form, Samantha. Do not resist me and do not resist Darius. He needs to mate with you. I command you by the power of my blood that flows inside you, shift into wolf-skin now.”

Still, the need to be free overwhelmed her. A tickle began in her belly, the urge to shift into wolf-skin. She wanted to surrender to it, but the Fae magick resisted, overshadowing all else.

You are Fae, Fae, Fae
, it chanted.

Lupine
, the small voice inside her begged.

“Samantha, Samantha.” Tristan’s voice turned gentle. “Please, shift into wolf-skin. Do this for Darius. He loves you.”

She focused on the tiny Lupine voice, but the Fae powers singing inside her drowned out all wolf instinct. A sob rose in her throat. She dropped her head. “I can’t. I simply can’t do this.”

A deep sigh came from the wizard. He stroked her hair tenderly. “It’s all right, little one. Hush. Be still.”

She glanced up and saw his gaze sharpen. “I lack sufficient control over the magick inside you, but love is a stronger power. Aiden, release Darius.”

“Not a chance,” the alpha said, panting as he held back the snarling wolf. “He’ll ravage her.”

“Let him go!”

“Fine. This is on your shoulders, wizard.”

A low howl split the air, and she heard the scrabbling of big paws upon the earth. Sam braced herself as the wolf rushed forward. Primal fear surged and she struggled to free herself, but the wizard gripped her shoulders, holding her steady as Darius mounted her. His front paws gripped her waist, squeezing her as he snarled. She felt the tip of his hard shaft probe her soft, wet opening.

A sob escaped her throat.

Tristan spoke in a firm tone. “Darius, this is your Samantha. You love her. I command you to push past your feral self and demonstrate your love.”

The wolf covering her snarled in answer. But he did not move.

“Darius, don’t do this,” she begged, sobbing. “I can’t shift. Please!”

Suddenly the wolf’s heavy weight lifted off her body. He circled around to her front and nuzzled her neck. Warm breath feathered over her bare skin. The wolf licked away the salty tears trickling down her cheek.

Struggling to squelch the Fae power pulsing within her, she grabbed a fistful of Darius’ fur. “I love you,” she whispered. “Help me.”

Whining, the wolf rubbed his muzzle against her cheek, reminding her of the days when they were younger and used to race across the fields together. Sam gripped Darius’ fur and pushed past all thought and feeling, focusing solely on how much he loved her, how much he’d been willing to sacrifice for her. She squeezed her eyes shut and concentrated with all her strength and all her love for Darius.

The Fae power pulsing inside her faded to a small, winking glow. She felt her body transform, bones elongate and fur erupt on her body. Senses exploded as sight and sound and hearing sharpened.

She opened her eyes and looked down.

She was wolf.

Darius rubbed his muzzle against hers.

The wizard glanced at Aiden. “You may shift now.”

With a snarl, the mighty alpha transformed into a wolf and bounded off for the woods. Tristan sighed and stroked her head. And then he smiled, such a beautiful, radiant smile. “You shall be all right now, Samantha. Go, consummate your mating bond.”

He stepped back into the shadows.

Moonlight spilled down upon them, glinting the adjacent lake and silvering Darius’ gray fur. Samantha whined and rubbed her muzzle against Darius’. He licked her face and she felt her wolf instincts surge, her insides clench with the overwhelming urge to mate. She affectionately rubbed his nose against her throat.

Moonlight beamed down upon them as she moved her tail to the side and presented her bottom to him in preparation for mating. She was ready for this.

Going behind her, he sniffed her bottom, then gave it a gentle lick.

Sam waited.

His nose pushed at her slit. Arousal speared her, her vagina clenching in sweet anticipation. Primitive need filled her as she tensed in anticipation of his thickened penis. Sam braced her legs.

Darius mounted her, his paws clutching her sides. His slick shaft slid into her tight vagina, creating excruciating pleasure. Growling, he very gently clamped his teeth upon her neck, holding her still as he rapidly pumped in and out of her body. Sam lowered her head and whimpered in excitement. It was right, this mating. Closing her eyes, she savored each powerful thrust of his engorged penis. Then he began thrusting harder, his tight balls slapping against her.

Fae fears of the mighty Lupine dominating her surfaced, but she let her wolf take over. Instinct urged her to remain still, letting him dominate her with this sexual act. Senses sharpened as she quickened, her nostrils flaring at the delicious scent of musk and arousal, and the rich, damp earth where they stood.

His shaft began to thicken with each driving motion as his front paws dug into her sides. Then suddenly, he went still as his knot swelled deep inside her. Climax seized her and she howled as Darius filled her fully, making them one flesh, tied by his wolven cock. Darius snarled as he orgasmed, thick pulses of semen shooting deep inside her.

He kept coming, each release of hot ejaculate made her climax again, sending ripples of pleasure pulsing through her until she panted with exhaustion. Finally she slumped to the ground as his climax began to slow.

After a few minutes, he pulled out of her. Whining, she turned and saw him lope around to her front. Darius licked her face.

Tristan stepped out of the shadows. “The Rite is complete and I have served as witness. It requires only the final act of your mark upon Samantha, Darius. Go, make her yours in Skin.”

She tilted her head at him, speaking to him in her mind.
And what will you do?

He gave her a wry look. “I’m exhausted. I’m going home, putting my feet up, making popcorn and watching a porno.”

Tristan waved a hand and vanished.

Darius shifted back. Naked, he cradled her muzzle between his hands. “Don’t change into Skin, sweetheart. Follow me.”

She rose and trotted beside him as he padded to a cabin. He opened the door and stepped aside, letting her inside.

The living room had comfortable, masculine furniture. A fire crackled in the stone hearth. Darius snapped on a light and sat on the thick rug before the fireplace and patted a spot. “Sam, come here, sweetheart.”

Uncertain of what he wanted, she loped over to him and sat.

He stroked her head. “I want to make sure I didn’t hurt you. It was pretty rough. Lie down and let me see. It’s okay.”

She lay on the carpet, feeling his gentle fingers inspect her claws, run across her belly, over her backside. “Shift back,” he told her.

The instinct pulled strongly. Still lying on her side on the carpet, she found herself in Skin once more, and shivered with the cold. “Roll over,” he told her.

Sam turned onto her back and shot him a mischievous look. “Roll over. So, that’s what it’s going to be, mated to you? Dog commands?”

He laughed and dropped a kiss on her mouth. “Just wait until you see what I have planned for you.”

Then he turned serious as he pushed his hands between her thighs and spread her wide. She felt a tiny shiver of embarrassment as he stared at her genitals. Darius stroked a gentle finger across her soaked slit. “Does this hurt?”

Struggling to speak, she shook her head.

He pushed a finger into her channel and she moaned, clenching around him. “How does this feel?”

“More,” she begged, rotating her hips.

Darius raised his head and grinned. Then his gaze glittered, hard as sapphires. “Come with me.”

They went outside to the backyard. Upon the ground was a mattress. Darius looked at the full moon and then back at her. The intent in his gaze warned what was coming.

“Lie down on your back.”

Swallowing hard, Sam did. He stood above her, his erection hard and heavy.

Darius looked down at her. “Tonight, there’s no going back, sweetheart. I’m going to fuck you hard. And go feral.”

He waited, fists clenched at his side. She could tell he was torn, hoping she’d join him, fearing she’d back away.

Sam felt a touch of apprehension and knew if she allowed it to take over, her Elven half would never join him. And then she looked into his eyes and saw his love for her shining there, the male that would hold himself back, despite the need clawing at him. The male who wanted to make her happy. Sam reached deep inside and called upon her wolf, hearing her growl in response.

“Then get ready.” She held up a hand, her nails turned sharp. “For the ride of your life.”

Darius could barely think, he was so blind with pure lust. All his blood surged heavy and thick to his erection. Primal instinct took over. He could not control himself.

He joined her on the mattress, covering her soft body with his, needing to pin her beneath him. Her skin was hot and damp with sweat. Sam gripped his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his hips. When her wet core met the head of his aching cock, he nearly shattered. It felt so damn good, he knew he’d blow it right there. So he took a deep breath, and fought for control.

And then he pushed inside her, slowly.

Holding her gaze, he stared down at her, demanding she join him in the primitive call of flesh, the savage need of Lupine.

He thrust, hard.

Sam shrieked, her fingers digging into his muscles, her legs hooked around his hips. He loved the way her breathing grew in quick, sharp pants, loved how she squeezed him tight.

He closed his eyes, giving in to pure sensation. Then he opened his eyes and stared down at her.

Letting her see the savage amber flashing in his eyes, signaling the rise of his wolf.

Letting her hear the snarl tangling his voice.

Sam’s own eyes flashed amber, showing her need. She growled and raked nails down his back. He loved it, loved the sharp pain, and growled in approval.

As he thrust harder, still holding her gaze, she began a series of harsh, keening cries amid the snarls. The cries of a female demanding her mate satisfy her. Darius obliged and thrust deeper than ever.

“You like me fucking you like this?” His voice grew deep and rough.

“Harder,” she cried out.

He slammed into her, making the mattress bounce. Gods she felt so damn good, wet and tight against his shaft. So beautiful, her hair spread out like a radiant nimbus, her eyes wild in the moonlight. Darius leaned back, grabbed her knees and slapped into her. Sam arched her hips, moaning and twisting, all fire and passion and wolf.