The Mating Rite (Big, Beautiful Werewolf) (Werewolves of Montana) (40 page)

He bent his head, taking her nipple into his mouth and suckled her. Then he bit lightly. She snarled and dug her nails into his muscles. And then he felt her tighten around him and she shattered, snarling, clawing at him as she climaxed. His body bucked as he threw back his head and howled at the moon, the sweet, silver moon, as he spurted into her.

And then collapsed atop her.

When he finally raised his head, feeling the burning scratches upon his back, she stared up at him, and tenderly pushed a hand through his soaked curls.

“Is that all the sex there is?”

She sounded disappointed. Laughing, Darius kissed the tip of her nose. “Not yet, sweetheart. Not for a long time. Brace yourself. We’ve only just begun. You haven’t seen my playhouse yet.”

“What playhouse?”

He smiled.

Chapter 21

Her mate was filled with surprises. As they walked into the cabin, Sam winced as she ran a finger down the cuts she’d left on his back.

“I marked you,” she said.

Darius flexed his muscles. “It feels good, Sam, because they tell me your Lupine senses are fully awakened. And now we can truly begin.”

Flashing a wicked grin, he escorted her to a door off the living room. Darius opened it and flicked a switch, filling the room with soft light.

The room was painted lavender, with counters and shelves lining the walls. A bed was pushed up against the wall. In the room’s center was a massage table. It looked like a massage table, until she drew closer. The cushioned table had stirrups and soft velvet restraints.

Her blood surged hot, but a shiver raced down her spine. Then she looked closer at the counter and saw in the cupboards all manner, and size, of phalluses, as well as leather paddles and other instruments. Blindfolds, gags and leather outfits were arranged on shelves, along with bottles and tubes. Darius went to the table and pressed a button, lowering it until it reached his waist. He threw a pillow upon the floor at the foot of the bed.

“Look up,” he told her.

Glancing up, she saw the ceiling was mirrored. When she looked down, Darius was opening a cabinet. A red blindfold dangled from his fingers.

“Lie down,” he told her.

Intrigued, she did, feeling slightly alarmed as he stretched out her wrists and legs, binding them to the table with the restraints. She was nude and fully exposed to him.

Then he covered her eyes with the blindfold. She heard him move around the room, and open a door, fumbling with something. The unique masculine scent of Darius, cedar and musk, filled her senses. Then a new sweetness tangled with his masculine scent. An exquisite silence hovered.

“Open your mouth,” he murmured.

When she did, he pushed a small object past her lips. “Bite down, sweetheart,” he told her.

As she did, the sweetness exploded in her mouth. Samantha chewed the strawberry and swallowed.

“Your favorite fruit. I mixed a special oil last night. Edible oil, with a drop or two of Kyle’s special potion that dims my arousal but increases yours. Get ready, sweetheart.”

She was tied to the table, helplessly spread before him. Desire left her sex wet and glistening, fully exposed. She heard a cap unscrew, and then felt an oily, warm slickness upon her belly. Sam wriggled.

“Be still,” he told her.

Darius spread the oil over her belly, working his way up to her breasts, and kneading the substance into her nipples. The oil felt like a lick of fire between her legs, making her hot and wet. Sam wriggled and moaned, the erotic sensations nearly too much to bear.

Sliding his palms up, he massaged her breasts. Beneath the sensual brush of his hands, a rippling ecstasy began. When his thumbs circled them, her hardening nipples crested.

Arousal sharpened into a vibrating hum of need as he kissed his way up her belly, then ran his tongue over her breasts. He took her right nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling, rasping back and forth. Sam undulated her hips in shameless need, but the restraints held her fast. She’d never realized how much her body could ache, how it could quiver and yearn. It almost hurt, this want, this tension. The lubricant created an aching throb between her legs that was intensified by the delicious torture of his mouth upon her nipple.

And then Darius stopped kissing her and spread the oil over her genitals, and she screamed with need.

“Stop it,” he whispered, gently pinching her clit. “Be patient.”

Oil slid over her clitoris, followed by his gentle strokes. His light touch made her want to scream, and she thrust her hips upward in nameless pleading.

Then he lowered his head between her legs.

When he blew a soft breath against her flesh, she let out a startled cry, but that was nothing compared to the potent shock of pleasure when he put his mouth on her. His questing tongue delved between her wet folds. Long, slow strokes made her writhe and grind her bottom into the cushioned table. A heavy, hot pulsing began deep within her.

As he licked the delicate folds, his wicked tongue came close to touching the pearling center of her throbbing. At last he kissed her there—and just as quickly backed off. A frustrated moan tore from her throat.

A dance began, each pull and withdrawal making her arch upward in crazed need. Oh why couldn’t, why
wouldn’t
, he just do it? She pumped her hips, forgetting everything but the velvet murmur of his mouth.

Then he stopped, sliding a finger deep inside her drenched channel. He removed the blindfold. His gaze was burning, the look of a beast determined to conquer and claim.

Her beast.

Darius stared at her. “You’re going to come for me, Sam. I’m going to make you so hot that you’ll beg me to take you, beg me to fill you with my cock. I’m going to push you harder and harder until you scream…until your wolf howls.”

“Do it,” she choked out. “Please, now.”

He returned to the foot of the table and knelt before her outstretched legs. “Now,” he said.

His tongue stroked between her soaked folds as he slid his finger slowly in and out of her slick sheath. Sam clenched hard around his thrusting finger. That seductive pleasure was an enticing torment, his mouth working dark magick on her senses as if he were a demon wolf. She screamed, nearly arching off the bed. The tension built higher and higher.

She came apart with a loud, low howl that rattled the glass in the cabinets. He stayed with her, gently kissing her sensitive clit. Her entire body felt boneless.

Standing, Darius wiped his mouth with the back of one hand. He smiled and smoothed a hand over the inside of her thigh. Her muscles jumped.

“Rest here a minute.” He undid the restraints.

Sam sat up, tracking him with her gaze, her senses sharpened, her Lupine sight enabling to see him fully in the dark. His penis bobbed heavily as he walked to a small cabinet, opened it and removed a bottle of water. Darius drank deeply and then handed her the bottle.

After she drank, she felt more energized. He helped her off the bed and carried her to the bed, settling her onto the mattress.

“Get on your hands and knees. Rest your head on your elbows and put your ass in the air.”

Still trembling, she did so.

He took a small phallus, coated it with oil and parted her ass cheeks.

It hurt a little as he slid the plug inside her. “This will give you more pleasure when I fuck you. It will make you feel even fuller.”

The harsh sound of his breathing filled the air as he climbed onto the table. Darius knelt behind her and ran his palms over her bottom. Then he leaned close and nipped her ass, soothing the faint sting with a slow lick.

Parting her thighs, he pushed the head of his cock against her folds. Arousal screamed through her as he worked his way deep inside, the anal plug increasing the pressure as her vaginal walls stretched and admitted him.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No.” She could barely form a coherent thought.

Darius pushed further inside. “Do you want me to stop?”

Her wolf would not be denied. “No. Fuck me, damnit!”

With a soft laugh, he obliged. Gripping her hips, Darius began to pound into her. The musky smell of her arousal mixed with his scented the air.

Caught in the overload of sensual pleasure, Sam moaned as he sank deep inside her and then withdrew. Arching her back, she tightened her inner muscles as he pushed deep inside. And then he went rigid behind her, ejaculating streams of hot semen against her womb, making her orgasm over and over.

Breathing heavily, they collapsed together onto the bed.

A few minutes later, he pulled out of her body, and removed the anal plug. Darius ran a tender hand over her bottom. “Such beautiful ass you have, Sam.” He lightly slapped her. “It feels terrific when I ride you, darling, and I plan to ride you a lot before the night is over.”

Sam rolled over and watched him. He sat back on his haunches. Her gaze dropped to his groin, the thick, dark hairs covered with her moisture and his semen.

He was erect once more. Her gaze widened.

“Now for the last part of the rite.” His gaze glittered with intent. “The bite.”

Apprehension shivered through her, and sweet anticipation. “Tristan removed your mark from my neck.”

He stroked a hand down her hip. “So I must mark you again, sweetheart. It’s the last, final step.”

Darius looked solemn. “I’m giving you a choice, Sam. You can still back out. Or we can wait for a few nights before we do this.” Suddenly he looked vulnerable, as much as he had that long-ago day when she’d found him in the woods and he’d confessed to his illiteracy.

“I need you so much, Sam. As much as I need to breathe. But more than that, I need you to be happy and fulfilled. I want you to have someone who will always be there for you when you’re in pain, when you feel no one else in the world cares. Someone who believes in your hopes and dreams and will be there beside you, guiding you as they come true.

“Someone who will dry your tears when you cry, ignite a fire inside you when you make love, and hold your hand when you need a friend. Someone to make babies with, watch them grow and teach them that life, despite its many fucked up moments, can be pretty damn good.”

Tears shimmered in her eyes. As one trickled down her cheek, he gently wiped it away with his thumb. “I want to be that someone in your life, Sam. I promise to love you forever, unto the next life, and that’s a promise I’ll never, ever break.”

Darius kissed her. “Now it’s your turn. Do with me what you please.”

“Anything?”

He grinned. “Whatever you command of me.”

Interesting. “Stand by the bed and don’t move.”

Sam hunted through the cabinets until finding a tube labeled
Peppermint Ecstasy
. Sounded good enough. She dropped to her knees before him and regarded his penis. Sam opened the tube and squeezed out a handful, slathering it over his shaft, giving an extra dollop to the weeping slit. Darius shuddered.

“Stay,” she purred. “Good boy.”

Then she took him into her mouth, working him from the base to the tip. He groaned, watching her. Sam loved him with her mouth, enjoying the salty, slick taste of him tinged with mint, flicking her tongue over the head as her fingers stroked his balls. Darius fisted a hand in her hair, threw back his head and began pumping into her mouth.

As his balls tightened, she bit, lightly. He shuddered, his body tensing. And then he shouted, his penis thickening. Darius pushed out of her mouth, and looked down, his gaze wild.

“It’s too dangerous like this if I come in your mouth.”

He lay down on the bed and she climbed atop him. Slowly, she lowered herself onto his slick shaft. Sam braced her hands on his firm belly and began rising and falling, loving how deep he sank inside her.

Tristan had said her Elven powers had a unique benefit. Perhaps now she could explore them…

Sam threw back her head and called upon her magick. Her body began to glow softly, accelerating her sensuality. Deep inside her channel, she felt the power pulse and throb with each hard stroke of her mate’s thick shaft. She directed fingerlike pulses of power lower, to stroke him from the seam of his tightened testicles to the head of his penis, squeezing her inner muscles as she did so.

The blue-white glow surrounded them like a blanket. Air brushed her nipples, stroking them like fingers. All the elements were blending with her, rousing every single erogenous zone until the stimulation intensified, making her whimper and moan. Orgasm shimmered in the air, a heartbeat away as she moved up and down on his shaft.

If this pleasure was making her crazy, she wondered what it did to him. Sam looked down and saw Darius’ eyes widen.

“Holy crap,” he gasped. “It feels like my cock’s going to blow like a rocket. Fuck, I’m going to die.”

Snarling, he sat up, gathered her close, pushed aside her hair and bit her hard. Sam screamed as the pleasure exploded inside her, the blue-white glow covering her skin filling the room as Darius climaxed at the same time.

Shuddering together, they fell to the mattress, their hearts pounding. Still deep inside her, he rolled over, his legs wrapped around hers. Finally his erection dwindled and he could pull out. Darius tenderly gathered her close and kissed her sweating brow.