The Hunted (Sleeping With Monsters Book 2) Page 14

  She was crouched in front of us, the curves of her pale body, her ass rounded like twin moons -- he pushed her back off our cock and spun her around without ceremony.

  We were ready to mate her.

  Chapter Seventeen

  I really hoped that I hadn’t gotten naked and lost in the woods for nothing. Right now, the thought of being mated to a werewolf was substantially less frightening than wandering in circles all night. And I hadn’t forgotten his warning about bears or mountain lions, either.

  What if he’d already put the traps out? What if one of them got me?

  “Hello?” I asked the forest, listening for any non-creepy response. “Max?”

  Nothing. Except for more crickets.

  I had an idea then. It felt silly, but – I reached between my legs and rubbed myself. I was clean, yes, but my pussy still had my scent. I dabbed it onto the bark of a tree, about the height of where I thought a wolf would be. They didn’t teach things like this in girl scouts.

  I kept feeling silly, but I marked every third or fourth tree, until I reached a glade just like the spot in Max’s imagination. Lightning or fire had cleared a space, leaving a circle of trees surrounding short grasses and ferns. Even if Max didn’t find me – here was as good a place as any to spend the night.

  I stared up at the sky, wondering where the moon was – and if Vincent was looking down. I couldn’t believe that this was a betrayal of what we had, or what he’d wanted, when he’d sent me here himself. He might not have imagined it’d go down like this, but it had, because of his meddling.

  I mean – I’d had sex with hundreds of guys. What was one more?

  But that was selling Max short. He was different, not just werewolf different, but honorable. And understanding. After I’d calmed down I didn’t think he’d sent me away out of disgust or condemnation – he’d genuinely wanted me to be safe.

  Little did he know that safety was just never in the cards for me.

  There was a rustling behind me. I turned just as a massive wolf leapt out, and slapped my hand over my mouth to not scream.

  I didn’t know what I’d been expecting – but Max was hip height, and as long as I was tall. His fur was the color of smoke by moonlight, gray striped over black, and his eyes were that same golden hue I’d seen in the cabin. He sat down watching me and I fought to conquer all the primal things in me that said that I should run.

  Once I had, I whispered, “You’re beautiful.”

  Without thinking, I snapped my fingers by my thighs.

  He came over then, trotting easily, each of his paws the size of my palm. I touched him tentatively, scared that what, I would scare him? I became more bold, feeling the way his fur gave beneath my touch, stroking it until I was raking my fingers against him, and he was winding against me, pushing me back. It was sensual in an odd way, feeling him claim me with his touch, watching the way his eyes closed in contentment with each stroke of my hand.

  But then the moon shone overhead. It illuminated the entire glade and I looked up at it, magnificent and mysterious, like a gem hung there for the two of us, and then I looked back at him.

  It was time.

  I could feel my heart in my throat, racing as it beat, and wondered if his ears could hear it too. He looked up at me and then he changed. It looked so painful, the way he was and wasn’t for a moment in between forms, everything pressed wrong, folding in, pushing out – and then he was in front of me as I’d seen him last night, all human and yet all wolf.

  He started licking me. I didn’t know what to do, if I should reciprocate, I was scared of making him mad – but I knew Max was inside him somewhere – his hot tongue was leaving warm trails down my skin and then he licked my nipple and I gasped. He kept going, his hands taking hold of my ass, yanking me to him like he couldn’t believe that I was real – and I reached for him without thinking, wanting to hold him, to kiss him back.

  He growled as I went for him with my lips, and I stiffened. Max was there…but not in charge. He waited, and I knew in a very small way that he was waiting to see if I would run, if this night would go from fucking to bloodshed. I stilled myself, closing my eyes until the moment passed, and his tongue began to seek more of me out.

  Lower and lower, and it was like each movement he made was dropping a hot stone deeper inside me, until I knew there was nowhere else for his tongue to go and he moved his hands so that he could spread me wide. I gasped as his tongue went for my pussy, and held onto his head and shoulders as he shamelessly sucked.

  I swayed, rising up on tiptoes as all my blood rushed to my hips. I’d been a beast of need before and his tongue was turning me into one again now – I’d never had a man eat me out like this, so urgently, like he was dying of thirst and I was dripping wine.

  Inside, I could feel my orgasm start to swell – if he kept that up, if he didn’t stop – I made small cries to let him know that I was close, to beg him to continue – then he pulled back, leaving me bereft. I looked down at him, still panting, and saw his golden eyes watching me. Suddenly realizing just who I was with, I carefully let go of him.

  I sank to the earth with the weight of need inside my hips, needing to hold onto something – and the second I landed, his hands were in my hair.

  I knew as he pulled me to his hips that I should open wide – and I tasted his cock for the first time as it slid into my mouth and throat. He started thrusting into me, hard, and I made helpless noises because I was – and because being helpless turned me on. Vincent had gotten that, he’d known when I wanted to be lifted up – and when I wanted to be beaten down. Now, as Max’s howling wolf made me choke on his cock, was one of those times. I was blissfully helpless, there was nothing I could do – I let him use me, trying to hold onto his cock with my lips when he pulled it out, and taking it deep at the back of my throat when he shoved it back in.

  And then he shoved me off of him entirely and spun me around.

  I had a second to know what was happening before I felt him inside. His hands pushed me forward and down, ass up, as he slid his cock home.

  I groaned at feeling him land, and tried to push up but he pushed me back down, leaning over me, his hands reaching for my breasts, kneading them hard. I felt the grass on the ground tickle me as I moved with each of his rapid short thrusts. His fingers raked down my back and I cried out, half in pain, half in pleasure. One of his hands grabbed my hair again and pulled back, yanking me up, making me move with him, pinning me on his cock until he released me, shoving me forward again.

  I knew Max’s wolf was an animal only rarely let out – and I got the feeling it wanted to do everything it wanted to, to utterly own me, before being trapped inside again.

  So I gave myself over to it. I groaned and I shouted, feeling his hard cock with each wild thrust, him pull me up to lick and bite my neck again before shoving me back down, hands keeping my ass steady as he beat into me with his hips, him reaching forward to grab my breasts and use them to haul me back with, pinning himself deep inside, where I could feel his cock almost twitching, aching for release. I was like a rag doll in his arms, overcome with the sensations and his need, unable to fight back or even help him, because I didn’t know what was coming next – only that he – that his wolf – desperately needed to come.

  I cried out again, a wild sound, and listened to it echo in the night, and he hauled me back up as I did so, licking up my shoulder to the nape of my neck where – he bit me.

  Hard.

  I yelped in pain and surprise and he instantly disentangled himself from me with a whine. I sagged forward, my breathing raw, my body sore and pussy aching.

  That wasn’t it – was it? I looked over my shoulder at Max, and saw him there, sitting back, still hard.

  He’d hurt me – or his wolf had – and he’d put the brakes on everything. I could feel a trickle of warm blood seeping from the bite, down my back, and he’d gotten scared.

  Silly wolf-man didn’t know that I liked to get hurt.


  I put my hands down and rocked up onto all fours again, bowing my head low, showing him my ass.

  “Max,” I said, breathing rough, “fuck me hard.”

  He made a strangled sound, and pushed his cock back inside.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Mate-mate-mate – things deep inside my wolf thrummed with anticipation, satisfied only by feeling her take our cock, again and again.

  The moon was high, as high as I was on her, fucking her with my wolf in control. It felt wild, better than I’d ever dreamed it could, like conceding everything to him had freed me in some essential way to just be physical, seeing, smelling, touching, tasting, the feel of increasing tension --

  We rode her into the ground and pulled her back up by her hair, keeping her pussy wrapped around us as we thrust deep, groping her ass, clawing our fingers down her back, howling out our triumph – and her shouting out, too, the wild sounds of a woman getting fucked almost harder than she could stand.

  And then, when I was as lost in the moment as my wolf was, he bit her.

  She yelped and I smelled blood.

  I surged forward inside my wolf to try to control him, and made him pull back.

  No! he howled in protest, inside and out. Mate!

  Not like this! I howled back at him, beating my hands on the inside of our skin. I needed to get back out, to save her –

  Then she turned to look at us. I thought I’d see fear in her eyes, and if I did that would break me – instead she smiled, and she moved in front of us to be on all fours again, bending down to offer us her ass.

  “Max,” she said, “fuck me hard.”

  I barely had time to get my cock into her before my knot flared.

  She gasped, and I gasped. I’d never felt it swell inside someone else before. And now – and now – my wolf took over again, still pounding in, even though we were locked, stirring our fat cock inside of her. It felt so good – nothing had ever felt this good before – because – because –

  I grabbed hold of her shoulders and pulled her back onto me, onto my lap, her knees on either side of mine, until she was pinned on me completely, presenting her to the moon like some kind of ritual sacrifice.

  My mate, my mate, my mate, my wolf howled, as our cum jetted out, claiming her for the both of us.

  Content for now, my wolf receded. The sensation of being me returned and I gasped like I was surfacing from water.

  “Is it you again?” Sam asked. I was holding onto her on the grass in the middle of the glade.

  “Yeah. Am I hurting you?” My cock was still swollen, and we were locked tight.

  “No.”

  “Good.” I wished I could see her face and read what she was thinking. I was near her cut – I wanted to lick at it, but I didn’t want to scare her with my strangeness.

  “That was the least painful part of the process.”

  “What was the worst?” I asked. “Getting bitten?”

  “No. Deciding to come back up here. I was pretty pissed off.”

  “I’m sorry.” I pressed myself to her back, and kissed at her shoulders, my arms wrapped around her tight. This might be for pretend, but I didn’t want to think about that yet. She moved against me, and I gasped. “You’re so tight,” I whispered hoarsely.

  “I know,” she said, her voice a little rough. Then she started to squirm. I thought I’d pushed my luck too far, but she reached and took my hand from where it was over her chest and pulled it down, pushing it between her legs.

  “Rub me.”

  “What?”

  “It feels so good, Max,” she whispered, writhing on my swollen cock. “Touch me there.”

  I could hardly deny her. Everything I did now that she was locked to me felt like it might be the last time, and I wanted to know all of her now.

  She gasped and purred against me, pushing her back into my chest, wrapping one arm up and around my neck to hold on. I played her like an instrument – rubbing my hand over the erasers of her nipples, my other hand circling her clit, and me making the smallest of movements with my hips, testing the boundaries of her tolerance with my knot.

  “It hurts so good Max,” she said, tensing her ass to make her hips rock back and forth on my knot’s width. She started to clench me tighter and I growled.

  “Oh God –“ I breathed.

  “What?” she asked, and then she felt it too, giving a soft moan. I was hard again, inside her. Her pussy had been too much. But I didn’t want my wolf to come back – I started to panic --

  “Just go with it, Max,” she whispered, feeling me tense. “And whatever you do, don’t stop.”

  So we writhed together quietly. Her hand went for mine and stopped my rubbing so that I could catch up. The smallest of movements either of us made were amplified by how sensitive I was and how tight all of she was around me, and we panted and moaned, our sounds mixing in with the cricketsong.

  “Max – Max – Max –“ she whispered, in time with my soft thrusts, and then the sensation of her pussy clamping down as it claimed me as I had her – she whimpered and cried out, her body rocking against mine gently as she came, and then I gasped into her shoulder, giving her my second load of the night.

  “That’s good Max, that’s so good,” she moaned as I sagged back, panting. It was another ten minutes until my knot deflated, and we held each other quietly.

  “Is it always like that?” she asked, breaking our silence as I slid out.

  “I don’t know. I’m a virgin, remember?”

  “Not anymore.” She stood first, shaky. She was as beautiful now as she had been earlier, even though the moon had sunk.

  I’d claimed her. I really had. My wolf beat its tail in pleasure. She was ours.

  For at least one more day.

  I picked her up and carried her back to the cabin, putting her gently onto the bed. She was asleep – really asleep – by the time I came back with her clothes and the truck. I’d used the corner of her sweater to carefully pick up the silver necklace and nestle it into the bundle of her clothing.

  Half of the woods smelled like her – the other half smelled of us, together, the dark scent of our sex.

  The pack would come tomorrow night.

  I looked around the cabin, at the traps I’d prepped and the silver laced buckshot I’d readied.

  Let them.

  Chapter Nineteen

  I woke up alone in the cabin again. Half the traps I’d seen in stacks last night were gone. I knew what Max was out doing.

  I was naked and sore in all the best possible ways. Last night had been like some kind of dream. Him as a wolf, and all that came after. I’d never been used like that before, not even by Vincent. I stood and tried to look over my shoulder at my back and ass to where I knew red lines and palm marks would stand out as the door opened.

  Max was there, dawn’s light coming in behind him like a halo. He saw me, brightened, and then saw my back and looked down. “I’m so sorry –“

  “Don’t be.” I shook my head quickly. “This is me. This is…what I like.”

  His eyes measured me, trying to see if I was telling him what he wanted instead of the truth.

  “You knew Vincent was a man with interesting tastes.” I crossed the room to him slowly. “He and I –“ I took his hand and brought it up to touch my breast, his hand fitting perfectly over a welt. While I searched for words, his thumb stroked across my nipple, and I gasped. “Are you saying you’re used to men treating you poorly?” he asked, his gaze serious and dark.

  “No. I’m trying to tell you that I like to get hurt,” I said.

  His expression was a complicated thing, trapped between utter despair and elation. Then he pinched my nipple, pulling it up and towards him as he did so, making me rock toward him on both feet. A long moment passed between us, him watching my face for any sign of fear or hesitance, before he let go. Sensation flooded back, making everything my nipple felt sharp.

  “All right.” He bowed his head. “But know that I don’
t ever want to hurt-hurt you, Sam.”

  “Then don’t die tonight.” The words came off my tongue and flowed out of my mouth before I could stop them. Everything was still for a moment, both of us frozen by what I’d said. And then he leaned forward and his mouth was on mine and his hands were on my waist.

  He picked me up and threw me onto the bed, pulling off his clothes as he stood beside it, looking down at me, his chest heaving, cock hard. I spread my legs – we didn’t have time for foreplay, not when we were racing the moonlight. He knelt on the bed, then leaned over me, and slid in.

  I groaned to feel him in me once again. My hands wound in his hair, my lips on his lips, kissing him fervently as he thrust. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled his chest down onto mine, wanting to feel every inch of his skin pressed close. The muscles of his arms, the broad sweep of his shoulders – I had so little time to memorize him, but I had to – “Please,” I whispered, more to myself than to him, and he stopped.

  “Please what?”

  Please don’t die, was what I wanted to say. But I didn’t dare. One moment of vulnerability a day was enough – “Please – more –“ I whispered, and he complied.

  He grabbed my hands and set them over my head so I couldn’t get away, and thrust in earnest, twisting his hips as he did so, leaning just enough over me so that I could grind my clit on his stomach as my hips answered his. The blood was rushing in my ears and I tried to fight back – not him, but all my memories, everything and everyway this could go wrong, after losing Vincent, I couldn’t lose him, too –

  One of his hands let go of mine – and he used it to slap my face hard enough to bring tears to my eyes. I blinked them back, looking up.

  “Stay with me,” he growled.