The Werewolf Mega-Bundle 2 Part 16

She began to whimper softly and ran her hands through his dark, curly hair, marveling at how silky-soft it was. He responded by pressing his mouth against her harder, and increased the speed and pressure that he was using with his tongue. Within seconds, little shockwaves started to reverberate through her entire body, and an enormous pressure suddenly felt as if it was being released within her.

Juliette moaned with delight as the first waves of pleasure flooded through her body, and her legs trembled uncontrollably. She was certain that she would fall over, but the man rose to his feet and held her against him, leaning down and kissing her again as he did so. She could taste herself on him as he hungrily explored her mouth with his tongue; a tangy yet sweet taste that made her yearn to taste him as well. Breaking away, she whispered to him.

"Let me do the same to you."

"No," he murmured, nipping at her earlobe as he ran his hands up and down her curvy body. "I would get greater pleasure from bringing you more pleasure."

He seemed to radiate heat, and his eyes glowed again as he picked her up and carried her over to the small single bed that sat on the other side of the room. After putting her down on her back, he climbed on top of her and slid his mouth back over her ear.

"Did you like what I just did?" he asked.

"Yes," she said breathlessly. "Very much."

"Let me make you come again," he said.

"Yes... please," she whispered, her cheeks flushing. This man was driving her absolutely wild, and she never wanted him to stop touching her.

He kicked his shoes off, unzipped his pants and pulled them down before tugging his underwear aside and climbing back on top of her. Juliette shivered in antic.i.p.ation and parted her legs, and the man wedged himself in between her thighs. Sliding one arm up to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, he cupped and squeezed them again, softly groaning as he leaned down and buried his face in them. He gently nipped at them, and then began to grind his hips against hers until she thought that she might go insane.

"Please!" she said. "I need you... now!"

He pulled his head away from her chest and smiled down at her, and she gasped as she felt his c.o.c.k pressing up against her warm, wet opening. It was thicker than any other man's c.o.c.k that she had experienced, and she wondered if she would be able to handle it.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" he growled, his voice suddenly sounding deeper and even more masculine as he rubbed the bulbous head of his c.o.c.k up and down her pink folds.

Juliette was nervous, but she had made up her mind.

"Yes," she whispered.

"I'm not sure that you are," he growled, teasing her. He rubbed the head of his c.o.c.k over her still-sensitive c.l.i.toris, and she whined in frustration.

"Please!" she begged.

She watched his face, the burning arousal in his eyes making her even crazier for him, and then reached an arm around to the back of his head. Pulling his face closer to hers, she kissed him, her teeth gently nibbling on his lower lip, and as she did so, the man pushed himself inside her with one quick thrust.

She gasped as he stretched her hot, slick tightness, and he began to slowly move in and out of her, sending wild tremors throughout every inch of her body as she adjusted to his girth. Moments later, she was writhing underneath him as she felt another o.r.g.a.s.m building, and she moaned in pleasure.

"Oh G.o.d, I don't even know your name... but don't ever stop doing this to me," she whimpered, moving her hips in a rhythm with his.

He increased his pace and started to thrust into her harder, settling more of his weight onto her. His movements inside her felt like nothing she had experienced before, and Juliette cried out, her heart beating crazily as his groin rubbed against hers with each hard thrust. She felt herself getting closer and closer to her peak, and seconds later, more waves of pleasure engulfed her, flooding her entire mind and body with warm ecstasy.

Her legs quivered violently as she moaned and dug her nails into his back, and the man plunged himself deeper inside her.

"I want you to come again for me," he murmured, seemingly not happy until she had had several o.r.g.a.s.ms.

He slid a hand down her abdomen and began to rub her c.l.i.toris with his palm as he continued to move in and out of her, and within seconds she was quivering underneath him again. As she moaned, he reached up and squeezed her stiff nipples before rolling over and pulling her on top of him.

Juliette straddled his hard, muscular body, happily displaying her curves to him, and as his eyes glowed, she decided to delay more of her own pleasure for a while and return his earlier favor, whether he liked it or not.

She leaned forward and kissed him for a moment, before sliding her lips to his neck and planting little kisses all over it. After a minute, she sat back and grinned at him, and then started to move down his body. As she kissed and nibbled his chest and abdomen, she reached down and gripped his hard c.o.c.k with one hand, gently stroking up and down his thick shaft and eliciting a soft groan from him.

Once her mouth had reached his stomach, she held his c.o.c.k with a firmer grip and increased the speed she was using with her hand. He grunted softly in appreciation, and she started to slowly lick up and down the lines where his abdomen met his groin. Finally, she moved her head between his legs and took him in her mouth.

Juliette gently sucked on the head of his c.o.c.k for a moment, and then flicked her tongue all over his frenulum. She could feel his breathing getting heavier, and then slid more of him down her throat, making his c.o.c.k as wet as she possibly could with her saliva. She did this for a couple of minutes, and then stopped.

Letting go with the hand that had been gripping him, she moved herself back up and sat on top of him, her knees firmly planted on either side of his hips. Teasing him, she began to rock her hips back and forth, grinding herself against him and holding his arms down as he groaned.

"Please," he said. "I need to be inside you again."

He reached his hands around her hips, and then down to her a.s.s. Lifting her up for a second, he slowly lowered her back down onto his c.o.c.k, and Juliette gasped happily as she felt him filling her up. She rocked back and forth, moving her body against him in a diagonal motion, and once she had gotten used to his girth again, she started to move her hips so that she was bouncing up and down on him.

Gripping his shoulders with her hands, her nails dug into him as she rode him, and her heart raced crazily. No one had ever managed to give her this much pleasure in one night, and she gasped again as he pressed the pad of his thumb to her c.l.i.toris, stroking it with delicate precision.

Leaning back and balancing her hands on his shins behind her, she closed her eyes and gave him a full view of her voluptuous curves as she bounced up and down on his c.o.c.k, and he grunted in appreciation. He began to rub her throbbing c.l.i.toris in a small circle, and within moments, Juliette's back was arching in o.r.g.a.s.m again. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her, and she collapsed onto him. As her chest pressed against his, she could feel his heart beating just as crazily as hers, and he kissed her deeply before pulling away and clenching his jaw.

She could tell that he was getting close to his own o.r.g.a.s.m, and she squeezed her muscles around his c.o.c.k and let him move her up and down as he slammed into her. Just as he groaned and thrust into her one last time before coming deep inside her, Juliette grabbed his mask and ripped it away, suddenly desperate to see his whole face.

The moonlight illuminated his face as he closed his eyes in ecstasy, and when he opened them again, Juliette gasped in shock. Now she knew why he seemed so familiar, and couldn't believe that she hadn't figured it out earlier. She had committed his face to memory earlier on, when Tyron had showed her his picture.

"You... you're... him!"

She jumped off him, and he tried to pull her back down, but she struggled away and stood up.

"So you figured it out. I'm Roman Montgomery," he growled. "Does it really matter?"

Juliette looked down at his impossibly gorgeous face and considered all the ways in which he had just made her feel as if she were the queen of the world. Despite him bringing her to new heights of pleasure, she knew that it definitely did matter.

"Yes!" she cried. "My family would kill you if they knew you were here! What are you even doing here?"

He smiled, which she thought was wildly inappropriate considering the situation they were in.

"I'm in the city working with H.AL. undercover. As far as I know, no one knows that I'm here. I've seen pictures of you with your father in the papers before, and I knew I had to meet you. I heard about the masked ball, and I knew it was my chance to sneak in," he said.

"What's H.A.L?" she asked, confused.

"Humans Against Lycancorp," he said. "It's a human resistance group against your father's company. They get werewolves like me to do undercover work for them, seeing as we're so much better at sneaking around. We've gotten used to being hunted."

His eyes began to glow a bright green, and Juliette knew now that it was no trick of the light. I just slept with a werewolf. Oh G.o.d... I know my parents would be p.i.s.sed that I ran off with a strange man at their party... but a werewolf? They would kill me if they knew about this.

"So you're working to take down my family's company? They know that you're here, Roman," she said, her voice panicked.

"What do you mean?" he growled.

"They know that you're in the city. My cousin Tyron has been tasked with hunting you down. He told me earlier. That's how I recognized you."

He looked worried, but didn't move.

"Well, that's too bad. I'm not leaving you now that I've found you, Juliette. You can't deny it. You feel this too, don't you? There's something real between us. I knew it the second that I saw you in that photo, and I felt it even more strongly when I saw you in person tonight. I knew that I had to come here and be with you. I know that they say love at first sight doesn't exist, but this is the closest thing to it that I can think of," he said.

Juliette knew that he was right. There was something powerful between them; something magical. She also knew that her family would literally kill him, though, and then made the hardest decision of her life in a few split-seconds.

"No. This was just a one-time thing. I'm meant to be marrying another man," she said, mustering up as much b.i.t.c.hiness in her voice as she could. "You need to leave. Now!"

He propped himself up on his elbows and stared at her.

"I know what you're doing, Juliette," he said quietly. "You think you're protecting us both by telling me to leave."

"No, that's not it! I just don't want you. This was just s.e.x, and nothing more!" she said, pulling her underwear and dress back on.

He got up and put his suit back on, his eyes not leaving her once.

"Do you really mean that?" he asked. "You really don't feel what I feel?"

"I really don't. Now get out of here!" she said. "You should put that mask back on too, unless you want to be shot the second you leave this room."

With that, she turned around, unlocked the door and hurried down the hallway, not daring to turn back and look at Roman's face one more time. She knew that if she did, she wouldn't be able to go through with leaving him there. Hot tears sprang to her eyes as she dashed through the ballroom, and her father caught her arm and stopped her.

"Are you alright, honey? Your hair is all messed up, and your eyes are puffy," he said.

"Yes, Dad. I drank too much, and threw up. But I'm fine now," she said.

He regarded her suspiciously for a second, before patting her on the shoulder.

"Go upstairs and go to bed," he ordered. "I wanted to speak to you about Jon, but that can wait until tomorrow when you aren't feeling sick."

She obliged, put her head down and hurried upstairs to her bedroom. She couldn't sleep, though; her mind was too frenzied with thoughts of Roman. Instead, she collapsed onto the bed and cried, listening as rain began to pour outside, hammering against her balcony door and windows. As the tears streamed onto her pillow, she desperately hoped that Roman had escaped from the mansion safely, knowing that she would probably never see him again.

Roman Montgomery put his mask back on and dashed out the service entrance to the Carpenter mansion, before realizing that it was about to rain outside. Probably a good thing, he thought. The guards won't want to be walking around in this weather. His best friend Marc had warned him that trying to infiltrate a Carpenter party was a stupid idea, but up until a few minutes ago, everything had gone perfectly.

While standing on one side of the ballroom, he had managed to record the conversations of several high-ranking Lycancorp executives, including Chris Carpenter himself, and the transcripts would certainly come in useful for H.A.L. However, that wasn't the real reason he had come tonight.

The real reason was the Carpenter girl, Juliette. Ever since he had seen her in the newspaper with her father, he had been desperate to find her and make her his mate. She was perfect; voluptuous and beautiful, with long, dark hair and piercing blue eyes. Even though he had only seen one photo of her, he could tell that she was a kind soul, completely unlike the rest of her family. Especially her father.

His blood boiled at the thought of Chris Carpenter. He had almost single-handedly begun the oppression of the wolves, all because his father had attacked him. Rightfully so, too. When his father had revealed himself to Chris, he had a.s.sumed that his best friend and business partner of many years would accept him for who he was. Instead, Chris had gone into his office desk drawer, pulled out a gun and shot him three times. Luckily, the bullets didn't hit any vital organs, but if he hadn't shifted and attacked him, he would have been certainly killed.

The masked ball had been the perfect opportunity to find Juliette and be alone with her, and everything had gone just as he had expected. He had been right about her; she was soft and kind and absolutely stunning in person, and he had never felt more alive than when he was inside her, touching and feeling every part of her.

She had coldly rejected him afterwards, and he had wondered for a moment if perhaps she was just like the rest of her werewolf-hating family. As he pondered it, however, he had realized that she had almost certainly been lying to get him out of the mansion safely. If she really didn't care about him, then she would have had no problem calling her father and his friends to come and get rid of him, and she had even warned him about putting his mask back on to make sure he wasn't noticed by anyone. She's an even better person than I could have ever imagined.

As hard as he tried to make himself leave the property, he just couldn't. Not without seeing her one more time. His ears turned to points, and his hands and feet into paws as he quickly shifted in the gardens nearby, and he tried to pick up on her scent to locate her room, hoping that she was in it and not still out in the ballroom. The pouring rain made it difficult, but he finally managed to catch her intoxicating scent, and dashed around to the other side of the mansion.

There she is. Transforming back into his human form, he stood under the balcony, and while he couldn't actually see her, he knew that he was at the right place. His nose told him that she was in that room, close to one of the windows, and he pondered his next course of action. I could throw a stone at her window, but they are probably rigged with some kind of alarm.

Instead, he decided to simply call out her name, desperately hoping that she would hear through the pounding rain. He didn't even care if anyone else heard him. He just wanted to see her face one last time.

As Juliette sobbed into her pillow, she thought she heard a faint voice calling her name. a.s.suming it was just someone at her bedroom door, she ignored it and pulled the sheets up over herself.

Seconds later, she heard the voice again, louder this time. Roman. What the h.e.l.l is he doing? Springing out of bed, she dashed over to her balcony door and opened it. Roman was standing on the ground below, his hair and clothes completely soaked as he shouted her name.

"What are you doing?" she said. "Please, Roman, you have to leave!"

"I don't care if I get caught. Please, Juliette. I need you to be my mate. There's no one else in the world but you."

"No!" she cried. "My family would literally kill you if they knew you were here. Please listen to me!"

"Run away with me, then," he begged. "I know you were lying when you said you felt nothing earlier. You felt the same as me. It was everything. Please, Juliette, come with me."

"How?" she said softly. "I can't just leave."

"Why not? Are you happy here?"

"No. I hate what my family is doing to your people. But... my whole life is here."

"Take what you need, and run away with me. We'll go up to one of the free states, and I'll take care of you for the rest of your life. Please, Juliette, just consider it."

Juliette stood in the pouring rain, not even caring that she was getting completely drenched. She thought back to earlier, when she had been wondering what it would take to make her finally leave her family. Despite how much she hated what they were doing, they were still her family, and she loved them. But on the other hand, she couldn't deny what she had experienced tonight with Roman. They had something special, and she chewed her lip before finally answering him.

"Wait there for a minute."

She quickly changed into jeans, boots, a T-shirt and a thick black coat and scarf, and then packed a small bag with the bare necessities and some mementos of her family. Before she left, she penned a note to her mother and father, leaving it sitting on her dressing table for them to find.

'Dear Mom and Dad, Please understand that I am not doing this to hurt you. I love you very much, but I cannot take what you are doing any longer. By the time you read this, I will be gone. I want... no, I need to be with Roman Montgomery, and I know that you would never allow it in a million years, so I have to leave this place. Please don't hate me. If the war you are waging on werewolves ever ends, and you think you can forgive me, I will come back. Until then, goodbye.

Love, Juliette.'

She knew that they would be shocked beyond belief, but it didn't matter. She wouldn't be made to marry a man that she didn't even like, and she wouldn't stand by idly as her family killed innocent werewolves any longer.

Grabbing her bag, she quietly padded downstairs, and heard strains of music coming from the ballroom. The ball was clearly still in full swing, and no one would notice that she was gone for hours. She sneaked out one of the back doors, and then ran as fast as she could to Roman.

As he saw her coming towards him, he ran towards her and scooped her up in his arms, kissing her neck before setting her back down on the ground and leaning down. As he pressed his lips to hers, Juliette felt the same fireworks from earlier, and she knew for certain that she had made the right decision.

"Come on," she whispered, finally breaking the kiss. "We have to leave, now."

She knew of an unguarded back entrance to the property, and as they dashed through the rain towards it, she couldn't believe how much her life had changed in just one night. It didn't matter that she was leaving almost everything from her old life behind. She was going to start a new life with Roman as his mate, and if her family ever wanted to see her again, then they would have to end their years of oppression against his kind.

As they reached the gate, Roman tenderly pushed wet strands of hair out of her face and looked down at her, his bright green eyes glowing with adoration.

"Are you ready?" he asked softly.

"Yes," she replied.

With Roman as her mate, she knew that she was ready for anything.