Relentless Beast

“Don’t, Victor,” I pleaded. Out of sheer desperation I tried to reach him on a level I’d never been able to.

“You want me to wait?” he challenged. “When it’s all three of us pulling and tugging. Touching and taking. And you have no idea to what end? You want it be like that?”

“What are you saying to me, Victor?”

“Lay still,” he ordered as he sat up to untuck my arms and flatten them to my sides. He hungrily took in the sight of my shoulders, collarbones, breasts with trembling pink nipples. Then lower to my rib cage and down the slope of my belly to my lower abdomen which was shivering with anticipation.

“Call me, Vic,” he murmured thoughtfully. “Everyone else does. You should.”

His intense study returned to my nipples. They tightened under his gaze, as if he were touching me already.

I memorized a knothole on the wall instead of responding to him. Between my thighs was already moistened by my growing heat. A warmth which generated from my center. Beckoning attention. I was slick for him.

And worse, the look on his face said he could smell it.

His telltale sniff in the air and then the yellowing of his eyes as they fell back on me told me that he’d just caught a whiff.

~Damn my female scent.~

He studied my face before tilting his head and softly querying, “Why do you always look away from me?”

I gave him a pained expression. “Because you’re usually commanding me or trying to make me miserable.”

“We’re not trying to make you miserable. We’re just eager to be near you. We can’t ever get enough,” he explained.

He scooped the outer edges of my breasts and I grimaced at the memory of Huntley thrusting into my cleavage.

“Stop it.” He grunted. “I’m not hurting you, now am I?”

It was true.

He wasn’t. He was taking his time. Something he’d never done. He kneaded my breasts in a methodical way which was surprisingly pleasant. His thumbs dragged leisurely circles over my nipples. I gasped and clutched the edges of the cot. I hung on as my back reflexively jerked upward.

“What are you going to do to me, Victor?” I asked bordering on panic.

As one of his hands brushed over my stomach, my wolf reacted by writhing beneath my flesh. Making it lift and jerk where he touched. As if she herself was trying to reach back for him.

~No. ~I willed her. Clamping my teeth, I tightened my grip on her. ~You, stay. ~

“Vic,” he corrected before answering me. “Take you. Mount you. Fill you.”

~All the things I don’t want to hear right now.~

“Please go away.” I covered my face with my hands.

Martha’s words echoed in my brain. Sometimes males killed females under the Mating Moon.

~Because they become so uncontrollably aggressive.~

Growling in aggravation, he peeled my hands from my face. “Listen to me. This will go much easier on us both if you do.”

~Both of us?~

“What danger could you possibly be in?” I nearly growled.

“I think you know.” His green eyes pinned me.

“I don’t.” I glared at him.

“Doing something unforgiveable.”

“You think you have not already?”

He paused. His jaw tightened and pain flickered over his face. “Even as long as you’ve been in this pack, Valerie, it still often seems as though you don’t understand pack life at all. Like you weren’t raised in one.

~Or I can’t remember.~ I thought dryly. But I’d always avoided telling him that.

I nodded.

He spread out over me, pushing his feet between mine to part them. Then he landed between my thighs.

“You’re so comfortable. Your whole body is soft,” he said it almost reverently. He set his head to the side of my shoulder and propped it on one palm, braced by his elbow.

~Why does that matter?~

“It’s because I can’t hunt,” I said dully.

~My body is soft.~

Unlike the well-honed ones many of the other wolves possessed.

~Like Alana probably has.~ I couldn’t help the tiny ping of envy that they could garner attention from these men whenever ~they~ wished it.

~They’re not so forceful with the two of them. Why me?~

To my surprise Victor chuckled softly. “You think that’s what makes you soft?”

“Yes.”

“No, you’re a natural kind of soft. And we don’t care that you can’t hunt. We keep you fed, don’t we?”

I’d try to deny it, but the Faber brothers had tended the needs I couldn’t meet by myself.

~It doesn’t make them entitled to me though.~

“I’ve never starved,” I admitted.

“You’ve been left hungry when you refused to come out with us,” he pointed out. “Which is part of why we had to start making you go every time.”

“I know. You make sure I don’t get unbearably hungry.”

“Well don’t leave us hungry under the Mating Moon,” he murmured thoughtfully.

I chewed my lip. A little frightened, I gave a hesitant nod. Clenching my eyes closed, I tried to prepare myself.

His hips pressed to my thighs.

Terror overtook me. I was trembling so hard I nearly rattled against the bed beneath me. Not just because of what he was doing, but because of the roiling emotions. It was like I was about to boil over from the pressure.

“Breathe,” he directed, using that same confident voice. It reminded me that he could take control of any situation.

In a sordid way, that was reassuring.

I looked at him, and for once he wasn’t so darkly intimidating and ice cold. He looked almost…Human. ~Sympathetic.~

Completely unlike the intense, primal male which I’d tolerated for the last year. Now he was almost tender.

I drew a quaking breath. That tenderness might be just what I needed in this moment.

He pushed into me, pausing once he was just barely in. His teeth clenched and I could feel strain running through him. “You ~are~ untouched. I feared that.”

I chewed my cheek.

“Bite me here.” He reached across his chest to pat his right shoulder. “To combat the pain.”

His body was superheated. Well-muscled. His skin was shining in the morning light dancing in through my window. A sun-kissed brown gold. I could feel every inch of his flesh pressed to mine.

“I won’t mark you,” I whispered.

“I didn’t ask you to. I said bite me when there’s pain.” He dropped his weight back over me and turned his head sideways to look at me. “Bite.”

Before I’d even fully registered what he’d said he flexed his ass and sent his shaft piercing into me.

I felt something give way, opening me fully. I yelped and sunk my teeth into his shoulder.

He paused to wait for the pain to subside.

My walls sucked on him as if trying to tug him in more deeply. I felt them flexing, stretching.

And I felt like I couldn’t breathe with him inside me. It felt like his cock laid along the inside of my spine. Prepared to penetrate beyond what was possible.

I slumped back and stared at him in shock.

“We have to be quiet, or you’ll summon the boys before we’re ready.”

He covered my mouth and looked to the window. Arching his back to lurch more deeply into me, he probed my core and slipped out before fully embedding again.

I gasped beneath his hand.

He palmed my lips more firmly and waited.

But when no one came through the window, he looked back down at me. “You’re stretching. I can feel you. You’re made for this. You’ll be okay if you just breathe and relax.”

I nodded. Blowing steady breaths through my nose eased the heavy pressure of him lodged inside me.

He just sat there but even like that I felt his length filling me completely. I could feel the tip of him against something incredibly sensitive lying inside. And the side walls which fisted around him were alive with nerve endings I hadn’t known I had.

He pushed deeper into the cushion of my body, stroking against every angle inside me.

He growled and shifted his hips, snarling in his throat.

“What? What is it?”

“I’m trying not to pierce and just rut you. But you feel so fucking tight.” He pulled out inch by inch. “Your body doesn’t want to release when I try to pull out of you.”

I looked at him, turbulent thoughts pouring over my expression. I felt like there was no way to hide my vulnerabilities now. Not with him plugged into my very soul.

“And fuck me, if I don’t want to stay here forever,” he moaned. Throwing his head back, his eyes fluttered closed, almost worshippingly.

But my body clung to him, fighting to keep him.

He hissed, his body vibrating as he held his tenuous control. He swore.

My body was pulling at him, trying to tug him in further.

“Fuck!” he swore. “I’m going to lose control, Valerie!”

“What does that mean?”

“It means grip the cot. Pinch me in your thighs. Do whatever you must but don’t scream or the other two will come charging in to have at you before you’re properly heated.”

~Heated?~

With another swear, his control splintered. He drove into me hard. His ass flexing and I arched up as he pressed at, then through my furthest entrance.

His long strokes slipping in and out, riding into my slickness. He was pounding harder. Sinking deeper.

I opened my mouth, a scream building up in me. I wasn’t sure if it was pleasure or pain.

~Or both.~

“No.” He put a hand over my mouth as he drove into me wildly. “Have to be quiet.”

His other hand molded my breast as he fitted over me. His hip and flank clenched as he burrowed into my core. Over and over again.

“Yes.” He panted. “Oh, you’re so tight. Yes.”

He charged into my body and held it. I felt hot fluid surge into the softness of my center. His skin was so hot it felt like it was nearly on fire.

And the deep pleasure written over him was making swirling tendrils of it course through me. A reflection of pleasure mirrored within me.

Hearing him in the throes of his passion and seeing him losing his control because of the level of pleasure my body was offering him was nearly enough to make me clench around him.

My legs curled around him as I fought the burning pain under my belly as he pressed through the furthest opening. But I was so cold I shivered. Goosebumps peppered my skin. And without ever meaning to, without enough warning I could fight it, I soaked him in my climax. Shouting beneath his hand, my body lurched rhythmically, suckling his cock into me and milking him of his remaining fluids. My legs tightened. My thighs flexed and shuddered with the intensity of my satiation.

I was learning that this animalistic joining was a locking of bodies that ran much deeper than I’d ever imagined. That was obvious in the way that he’d barely paused before swelling again. A few light strokes of his hips and he’d fully risen once more.

It was clear he’d not be so easily satisfied. Not after he’d already had a taste.

~Now he’s ravenous.~

And I wasn’t far behind him. I wanted to see it, to feel it again. Even beyond all the aching and sore newness.