Dark And Dangerous Part 3

He groaned and jerked, then drove so deep inside, she screamed. He sank to the root of himself, holding still a moment within her, allowing the burning of her pa.s.sage to ease and accept him. Her cream seemed to have sizzled away, leaving her bereft of moisture, and her body overreacted, forcing her to gush as he retreated and thrust inside her again.

"You're mine now," he growled softly, so quietly she almost couldn't hear him past the roar of blood hammering in her ears.

As if possessed by some violent need, he moved, thrusting in and out of her with a rhythm that had her muscles cramping to resist the ecstasy that hovered so close. She wanted the feeling to last, for hours, forever.

Cher clawed the ground, tossing her head from side to side, whimpering with need. The piston movement of his c.o.c.k drove her mad, a tight slipping that had her nerves skyrocketing out of control. She could feel every veined ridge stroking in and out of her. Her flesh seemed to devour him with each pounding thrust. She couldn't seem to weep enough moisture to keep from burning alive.

His hips ground against the backs of her thighs, the friction of his hair making them tingle with sensation. His s.c.r.o.t.u.m slapped against her a.n.u.s. The lips of her cleft seemed to swell as he connected with them, again and again, drilling into her hole faster and harder, pumping shorter as the tremors of o.r.g.a.s.m took hold of her.

Her p.u.s.s.y clutched him like fist, desperately trying to climb to that peak that stood at the root of his shaft. He bent forward even more, pressing her knees down until they brushed her tight, aching nipples, squashing her b.r.e.a.s.t.s between her body and his.

Cher closed her eyes, welcoming the tightening of her nerves, the quivers of sensation that sizzled through her veins. She couldn't quite reach o.r.g.a.s.m, and the feeling, like an unscratched itch was driving her crazy.

As if sensing her need, he shortened his strokes, locking a hand down to ma.s.sage her c.l.i.t to awakening. The touch was like a brand. The bud plumped to instant, roaring life. It tingled with the pressure of his fingers.

Cher gasped as he flicked her c.l.i.t and the rapid move of his fingers sent her o.r.g.a.s.m crashing over her. She screamed, clenching him and going tense as if she was dying. He removed his fingers, pumping into her with abandon once more, riding the clenching and unclenching of her muscles to his own o.r.g.a.s.m.

Her body seemed to melt beneath him, shatter like gla.s.s. Every nerve burned, tingled with pressure that threatened to make her explode. She was gasping, panting for breath. Her throat ached, and she couldn't seem to breathe enough air to satisfy her lungs.

His s.e.m.e.n erupted inside her quaking p.u.s.s.y, prolonging the o.r.g.a.s.m that trembled through her. The climax was unlike any she'd ever known--so powerful, it drowned out all other senses, leaving her deaf, dumb, and blind. Her body convulsed on his rod as it went soft, soaking up wave after wave of utter bliss, until stars sparked behind her eyelids and her head rushed with dizzy sensation.

He stayed above her, inside her, breathing raggedly, holding still as the sweat of their bodies cooled in the night air and their hearts returned to a normal rhythm. Finally, he pulled his flaccid length from her grasping muscles with the soft sound of breaking suction, and he rolled off of her onto the ground, seeming as exhausted as she felt.

Cher caught her breath, unbelievably weak. "I can't believe we just did that," she whispered.

He propped on an elbow, looking at her in the dark. The moonlight made his eyes look even hungrier than they had before.

If she was herself and not so sated, she might've been worried.

Chapter Five.

Cher felt the next thing to catatonic as Nigel lifted her in his arms and carried her through the woods. It wasn't until he emerged from the trees that she realized he was carrying her back to the house. Fear instantly reared its head and she began to struggle to be put down.

"Its all right, Cher. No one will challenge us," Nigel said soothingly, as if he knew exactly what was running through her mind.

She shivered. "How can you be sure?"

"Because I made you mine," he said simply.

Cher stared up at him, feeling a strange mixture of emotions at his words. She was a modern woman. She shouldn't have felt such a strange flicker of excitement at that Neanderthal type, male domination but she did. At the same time, she felt a good deal of uneasiness.

Somehow, however, she didn't doubt his a.s.sessment of the situation, and she relaxed against him, content to enjoy being carried, thrilled that he seemed to do so so effortlessly.

Aside from the sense of security she felt being held close to him, she wasn't completely certain she could have made it back to the house under her own steam. She ached and hurt all over from her race through the woods, and from trying to fight off those crazed maniacs.

They must have been high on something, she decided, shivering all over again.

He surprised her when they had climbed the stairs. Instead of taking her to the room he'd imprisoned her in before, he continued to the room at the end of the hallway.

She knew the moment they entered that he'd taken her to his room.

And without so much as a 'by your leave'.

Not that she minded. She really didn't want to be alone after what she'd been through.

Instead of carrying her to the bed, he turned and headed toward the door she knew must lead to the master bath. If possible, it was even more luxurious than the bath that adjoined the bedroom she'd occupied.

Setting her on her feet at last, he adjusted the water and began to peel his clothing off. Cher watched him, interested despite everything that had happened.

His eyes gleamed, a faint smile curling his lips.

When he'd finished undressing, he moved toward her and began peeling her clothing off as he had his--well, her halter top and bra. Everything else had been left behind. Pulling her into the shower, he bathed the ache from her with the hot water and a soapy cloth, instilling an ache of a very different kind.

Almost as though he were reluctant to hurt her, his hands moved gently over her skin. She was achy all over, but not bruised, and unbelievably, her s.e.x burned to feel him inside her again despite the dull pain throbbing there.

Shivering with the steam tickling her skin, she wrapped her arms around him and rubbed herself sensually against his body. He stiffened in surprise a brief moment, and then his hands locked around her, going straight to her a.s.s to cup it. He curled his hands against her cheeks. His c.o.c.k hardened, digging into her belly, leaving her feeling as weak and womanly as she had before.

She kissed his shoulder, nibbling up his neck, enjoying the tension of his muscles as they reacted to her touch. He groaned sharply and picked her up, forcing her through the stream of water to the back wall as he trapped her against it and hauled her up until his c.o.c.k found the opening of her body.

He nudged her opening as she sucked at the corner of his jaw, her hands gripping his shoulders with desperation. Shifting until he'd centered her, he pushed through the seeping moisture of her body straight into her core, impaling her on his c.o.c.k.

Cher cried out, arching her head back. She dug her nails into his shoulders, biting her lip at the fierce mingle of pain and pleasure.

He grit his teeth and buried his face at her temple, fingers digging into her b.u.t.tocks as he hauled her tighter to him, rocking his hips until he could pump fast and hard inside her.

Cher's back rode against the tiled wall, her b.r.e.a.s.t.s rubbing sensually against his chest, her c.l.i.t ma.s.saged by his pubic bone as he ground into her.

Their rutting was hard and fast, but unbelievably enticing. Her p.u.s.s.y clutched him, her previous o.r.g.a.s.m making her coming so much the faster this time, and within minutes, they were both crying out as they climaxed.

She thought he was finished with her, instead, he withdrew, washed his s.e.m.e.n from her body, and carried her out of the bathroom into the bedroom, where he dried her off before drying himself.

Almost as soon as he was done, he was on her again, wrapping her in his arms, kissing her with a fervor that she was nearly dismayed to realize rose inside her again. She couldn't believe how hungry he was, and how much her own hunger matched his.

She sucked his tongue, kissing him as if she was dying of thirst, and she was surprised when he broke away to take them tumbling down on the bed.

"I've wanted to taste you from the moment I laid eyes upon you, chere," he said with a husky growl, his eyes devouring her like his words implied.

Pleasurable shivers coursed down her body, making her p.u.s.s.y cream with renewed need.

"So what are you waiting for?" she said tauntingly, lying back on her elbows. Something about him made her incredibly bold, like she'd fed off him and absorbed some of his essence inside her.

With intense eyes, he held her gaze as he moved down and settled between her thighs, pushing them wide apart. He cupped her mound, dipping his fingers inside her c.u.n.t and withdrawing them. She could see her frothy lubrication glistening on his fingers as he brought them to his lips and tasted her. His eyes darkened just before he closed them and groaned softly, as if he'd just tasted ambrosia.

He withdrew them and looked at her. The hunger was there again, so darkly sensual, it aroused her need to fevered heights. "I've never tasted anything so good in all my life, Cher. I could devour you and never appease this hunger."

"Oh G.o.d, Nigel, I want you to eat me. Please!" she said desperately, quaking with frantic need as he continued to stare at her, tormenting her with his nearness. She shouldn't feel like this, not after having so much pleasure, but she did. "Eat me until this fire goes out. I'm burning up."

"As you wish," he said hoa.r.s.ely.

Raw heat fired her loins. Her breathing quickened as he planted his hands on her thighs and spread them further apart as he lowered his head. She nearly screamed when his fingers pulled her lips apart and his hot breath fanned over her damp flesh just as his tongue swiped a heated trail up her slit. Her c.l.i.t throbbed with his nearness, begging as his rumble of pleasure vibrated through her slickness.

"Please, please lick it. Suck my c.l.i.t. I can't stand it anymore," she said on a hoa.r.s.e gasp, her throat aching with the need. "Lick me. Eat me," she begged.

Her thigh muscles jerked in response as he moved upward. She whimpered, choking on a cry as his lips at last locked over her c.l.i.t.

She did scream then, her hips jerking upwards, grinding herself against his open mouth. He held her still, forcing her to accept his slow, sensual invasion. He tugged the swollen bud, swiping it with his tongue in a flickering, erratic move that had her c.u.n.t spasming with near o.r.g.a.s.m. Her c.l.i.t throbbed against his tongue, her s.e.x swarmed with her rapid pulse and the beat of desire.

He tortured the bud, toying with it, his tongue rough, wringing whimpering cries from her throat. He moved one hand to plunge two fingers into her, setting her body into the awakening that occurred when completion was near.

Her muscles clutches his thrusting, curling fingers, tightening. Lightning seemed to sizzle along her nerve endings as he finger f.u.c.ked her, driving her toward o.r.g.a.s.m.

It leapt to life, whirling through her system in a torrent of feeling. She gasped, her muscles tensing, her fingers digging into the mattress like claws as he continued to lap at her c.l.i.t and drive his fingers in and out.

Pleasure spiraled out of control, making her mindless with it, enveloping every sense until she was in tune and antic.i.p.ating each lick, each suck and thrust. She rode the climax, trembling, and still he continued, pushing her past it into another, more intense. So intense she blacked out as it burst through her body. And finally, his thirst slaked, he stopped and moved up beside her, pulling her against his chest to stroke her back as she rode the high down to nothingness.

Warm, relaxed and more thoroughly sated than she could ever recall being in her life, Cher lay against him limply, half drowsing.

Nigel rolled back, propping his head in his hand as he studied her. "You've no notion of what any of this is about, do you, chere?"

Cher roused enough to lift her eyelids. "You're d.a.m.n right I haven't got a clue. The s.e.x I understand. But what was that little ritual thing in the yard? And what in the world is a Lycan?"

"Wolf folk."

Cher was wide awake now. "Wolf folk?" She frowned. "You called us shewolves," she remembered suddenly.

"The others were."

"The others were what?"

"Shewolves-Lycan-as I am. As is everyone else you saw when you came. You stumbled upon our mating rites, chere."

Cher sat up. "Wait a minute. I saw the look on their faces. They looked as scared as I was. Now you're trying to tell me they knew?"

He shrugged. "Some of them probably didn't even know they were Lycan-but no, they did not. I find them, bring them here, and the males vie for mates."

There was that aggressive male arrogance again. She glared at him. "What, exactly, are wolf folk?"

His eyes narrowed, gleaming predatorily. "Werewolves."

"You think you're a werewolf?" she asked uneasily.

He studied her a long moment. "You think those were mere mortal men out there?"

She shivered. "They were strung out on something, that's for sure."

"When the moon is full, the beast comes upon us-whether we shift or not, the beast is barely within our control--and sometimes not at all."

She studied him skeptically. "So.... You're saying I'm a shewolf now? A werewolf?"

He shook his head. "You are human. That's why I tried to send you away. That's why I tried to protect you. I knew your chances for survival were not good if any lost control of their beast and bit you. Females-human females-rarely survive the transformation, which is why females are so sought after. This is why we have the hunts."

Cher frowned at him. "Ok-just so we're straight on this-I'm not a shewolf, but you're a werewolf- so we're not mated."

"Almost correct," he murmured. "I'm Lycan. You're human. But we most definitely and thoroughly mated."