Bad Boy Werewolf: Bad Boys of BDSM (Werewolf New Adult BDSM Romance. Bad Boys of BDSM.) (8 page)

I nod. “Noah had to heal me earlier, in the forest. I heard Adam and him talking about the whole compatible DNA thing.”

Noah is pale and his face is bathed in heavy sweat. His eyes remain closed as we talk above him, and his breath grows more shallow.

“When he’s about to cum, pull him out of you and let him blow his load on the floor. The poison will be in his semen.”

If it weren’t for the danger of our situation, I might giggle at how absurd Regina’s instructions sound. But this is no time for humor. I’ll laugh to myself later, when we’re all home and safe.

“There is a chance he could attack you while you’re healing him. Be careful. Emotions get high when two monsters are curing each other. It can bring the wolf out.”

“I know.” I touch his shoulder and gently roll him onto his back. “I nearly attacked Noah when he fixed me. He bound my hands so I couldn’t hurt him.”

“Let me do that now,” Regina says, and vines shoot from her fingers. I sit Noah up and remove his t-shirt before I hold his wrists together so she can secure them. After I’m finished, she gets me to remove his jeans so she can also tie up his ankles, just in case. Then she stands and moves back from us. “I’ll give you some privacy.”

Vines swirl out of her fingertips and rapidly weave themselves together. In moments, a dressing screen of greenery shields us from our cell mates.

I bend and kiss his sweat-slick temple. “You saved me, now I’ll save you.”

I pulls his boxers down to his bound ankles. Then I quickly undress myself. Skin on skin is best for healing, as I’ve learned earlier.

I kneel beside Noah’s head and study his face. He’s barely conscious and it’s an effort to speak. So I shush him with a finger pressed to his lips. “Relax,” I say. “You need your strength.”

I feather kisses from his temple across his forehead, licking the salty moisture from his skin as I go. My lips brush across his and I breathe energy into him, as he did for me. His chest heaves then his breathing grows more regular. He murmurs, “Thank you,” against my mouth before my tongue slips into his. Wet tips entwine as we taste each other and I give him more of what he needs.

My hands slide down his corded neck, explore his shoulders, and then mold to his pecs. I concentrate on his heartbeat, which now thumps in a steady, stronger rhythm. I kiss and lick my way toward my hands, feeling his pulse keep time with mine as I do.

My tongue swirls over his nipples and I tug them between my teeth until he lets out a groan and squirms beneath me. The wolf in me stirs, and fur tickles my face as his own beast within begins to emerge. I know I have to be careful, have to heal him without driving him so mad with desire that he breaks his manacles and attacks me. It’s a ticklish balance.

I splay my palms over his tense sides and continue to explore him with my mouth, giving him more healing with each kiss, lick, or bite. He lets out a low growl, and when I look up, I find him staring down at me with yellow eyes.

“Shhh.” I press a finger to his lips. “Let me please you.”

Being a true alpha, I know Noah has a problem with this. He hates to take pleasure without giving it at the same time. I’ve been at his sexual mercy a lot, and he always wants me to come multiple times before he gets off. Right now, if he’s to live, we need to change things up. And he needs to keep his wolf in control.

My teeth tug at the skin around his belly button while my hand curls around his stiff cock. More kisses are placed down his thighs before I lap at the soft skin covering his balls. I slip my fingers beneath his scrotum and stroke the tender skin there, making him jut his hips up and moan loudly.

A silver trail gleams in the pre-cum that trickles from his opening. The poison is seeping out, and when I suck his cock I’ll have to be careful not to swallow it. As I cup his balls, squeezing and tugging at them the way I know he likes, I dip my head and take his penis into my mouth.

I suck him to the root and hold him there until he lets out a growl mixed with a sigh. Then I pump my lips up and down his steely length, swirling my tongue over the taut skin as I do. His hips buck up again and again and he fucks my face in a slow, steady rhythm.

I take a brief break to spit the poison out, then I lave my tongue beneath his glans and find that sweet spot that drives him wild. I suck this tiny piece of flesh between my lips and flit my tongue over it.

“Fuuuck.” The curse is guttural and ragged and he thrashes in his bonds once more.

A glance at his face shows his eyes are closed and his expression is one of pure ecstasy. His beard has grown fuller, thicker, as the werewolf in him seeks freedom. Once more, I take him deep into my mouth and suck his penis hard, then I let up on the pressure, milking him with my mouth until his face fucking grows faster, more carnal.

“Ride me,” he begs, in a voice laced with his bestial side. “Please. I need to fuck you.” His eyes open and blaze with yellow flame.

I position myself above his cock and tease him at first, rubbing the glans up and down my wet slit, grinding it into my clit, before I give him entrance. My pussy stretches then molds to his thick shaft. I sigh as he fills me, making me feel complete. As I begin to rock back and forth, I reach forward and squeeze his pecs. His plump head rubs my g-spot perfectly, making it tingle and fill with sublime pressure.

“Let me know when you’re going to cum,” I tell him, remembering Regina’s warning about the silver poisoning him.

He nods. “Play with yourself for me. I want you to get off first.”

I chuckle, but I know how important my pleasure has always been to him. One hand moves from his chest and I press it to the swelling bead of flesh at the top of my labia. While I ride his cock faster, I stroke it until the pressure inside and outside of my sex amps up and leaves me dizzy.

“I wish I could touch you,” he says.

“I have to keep you bound.” Although I’m disappointed too. I want his hands all over me. “It’s safer that way.”

“I know.” He bucks his hips up and drives his cock deeper into me while I play. “Later, when we get out of this, I’ll make up for it.”

His promise thrills me. My other hand moves from his chest and I pull the hood of my clit back, giving myself better access to the bundle of nerves that now sing with pleasure. Release is so close. I’m lost in a fog of bliss. Finally the pressure in my g-spot bursts. The tingling in my clit also reaches climax, and an intense orgasm rockets through me, making me cry out and bow forward until my head touches his chest. My limbs tremble from the force of this release, and my cunt walls constrict tightly around his cock.

“I’m going to cum,” he says, and as my euphoria subsides, I climb off of him. I curl my hand around the base of his penis once more and pump him until pearly semen jets from his hole. It’s laced with gleaming silver, and he turns so this stream hits the wall and floor instead of his skin.

He looks healthier now, more alive. Relief and release ring my heart with warmth.

“How’re you feeling?”

He grins. “A lot better.”

I give him a quick kiss. “I’ll tell Regina we’re done.”

“No.” He raises his head off the floor, wriggling in frustration against his manacles. “I’m not through with you yet.”

I smile and raise an eyebrow at him. “You’re healed, and we don’t have a lot of time, Noah.”

“Let me make you come. Just once more.” His yellow eyes flicker and his expression pleads. “Untie me.”

“Is it safe?” I give him a wary glance. “What’re you going to do?”

“Straddle my face. Let me lick you. I want to taste you and fuck you with my fingers.”

A thrill runs up my spine and I do as he asks, reminding him we have to be fast.

Now his hands are free, they roam up my spine as I kneel above his face. He cups my ass, digging in his claws and dragging my sex down to his lips. I sigh as his tongue flicks out over my sensitive clit. He moves it lower, exploring my labia and opening before moving back to my clitoris. I tilt my ass and spread my legs wider so his fingers can slip inside of me.

He sucks my clit deep into his mouth and flits his tongue over the tingling bud. His fingers curl inside of me and pleasure instantly zips through my g-spot, which is still tender from the recent orgasm. I buck on top of him and dig my fingers into his hair, fisting my hands and tugging as bliss surges through me quickly.

He changes it up, now lapping at my clit gently while his fingers thrust in and out of me. Once more, he explores my labia with the wet tip, giving my clitoris a chance to catch up with this assault of ecstasy. Then his tongue rapidly flits over it again, in time with his fingers fucking me, and the release shudders through me. My head falls back on my shoulders and a long moan escapes me as I come again. I ride his face until the euphoria subsides.

I collapse beside him and he gathers me into his arms, kissing my hair.

“Thank you,” he murmurs against my ear.

“You’re welcome.” I grab his boxers and toss them at him. “But we better get dressed and let the others know you’re okay. We have to figure out an escape plan.”

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Chapter 12

Once we’re dressed, I call out to Regina, letting her know she can bring the wall down. Vines retract and soon we’re staring at our cell mates. I blush when Adam looks away, obviously embarrassed about overhearing. Even in her weakened state, Rita flashes a cheeky smile. Ignoring this, Noah and I walk over to them.

“How’re you doing?” Rita says to him in a saucy tone.

I give her a look that says, ‘Not now.”

“Never better.” Noah smiles and puts an arm around my shoulder. “Now how are we going to get out of here?”

Adam glances at Regina. “Could you create a portal?”

She shakes her head. “The walls are lined with iron.”

I give her a confused frown.

“Iron is a fairy’s weakness. Just like werewolves and silver. I felt it when they put us in here. It’ll drain my power.”

“What about you, Adam?” I say to him. “Could you burn the lock off like before?”

He shakes his head. “When that wolf took me down, he put a spell on me. My power’s no good for a least twenty four hours, until his magic wears off.”

We sit in a semi-circle on the cold concrete, brainstorming an escape plan. Noah is just about to say something when our cell door opens and we all turns to see who our visitor is.

The girl from my vision walks in, and Noah tenses beside me. We’re still in a partially transformed state, and I notice yellow flame flicker through his eyes. Brigette Gévaudan, princess of the Dark Moon pack, moves towards us.

She picks up on Noah’s suspicion and holds up a hand in a gesture of peace. “I’m not working with them. I’m here to get you all out of here.”

“Seems pretty convenient that we keep getting ambushed like this whenever you, Adam, or Regina are around.”

“Come on, Noah.” Adam jumps to his feet. “If we were really working with Andre and Pierre, you’d all be dead by now. Like we told you before, we plan on turning them over to Glamour’s leaders.”

Brigette nods, and I notice a look pass between her and Adam. It makes me wonder just how close they really are. “That’s what I’m here for now.” She focuses on Regina. “If I get you out of here, can you create a portal?”

“Once I’m away from the iron, no problem.” Regina stands and moves toward Brigette.

Noah gets between them. “How do we know you won’t lead us right to your father?”

Brigette gives him a frustrated glare. “Noah, be serious. I broke the binding spell Pierre put on you so you could get back to Merry.” She gives me a tired smile. “Why would I let you go only to help Dad trap you again? It doesn’t make sense.”

“I believe her,” I say to Noah. “What other choice do we have?”

His shoulders relax. “Let’s get out of here.”

We move into the hallway, but voices filter toward us from around the corner. Frantically, Brigette motions for us to move fast and we turn right, away from the approaching werewolves. We move into another dark corridor and stop just before another row of patchwork metal doors separated by an elevator.

“Take us to Moira’s club,” Brigette tells Regina.

Regina gives her a confused expression. “Why there?”

“Because I have the evidence I need to nail Andre and Dad.” Brigette looks at me and Rita. “You two.”

We give each other a bewildered glance, but there is no time to argue. The voices of the approaching wolf guard’s grow louder.

Regina begins the chant and an elevator ripples then tears away, revealing the inside of an empty bar. The image wavers as if it is made of water.

Just as it solidifies, three werewolves appears around the corner and enter the hallway behind us.

“Go through!” Regina shouts as they begin to run toward our group.

We all jump into the portal. As I glance back, Brigette runs through, and on the other side, Pierre stares after her with accusing eyes. He shouts her name just as Regina closes up the portal quickly, sealing our pursuers off.

The bar reminds me of Adam’s place, only it’s a bit more upscale and modern. It is done up in dark wood that reminds me of my grandmother’s antique bureau. Overhead lights draped in green shades light our way. The floor is a lighter shade of hardwood. Simple wooden tables and chairs line the area, and some booths with plush red seats line the walls. At one near the very back of the club, a woman sits. The light hanging above her table casts shadows across her form, so all you can see is her silhouette. I’m guessing this is Moira.

As we move closer, she speaks, “Have you got the evidence this time?”

I get a good look at her as we stand in front of her table. Long blonde hair sweeps over her forehead and falls down her shoulders. Her icy blue eyes roam over us all as she looks down her slim, aristocratic nose. Sharp cheek bones and a well defined chin make her appear smug and royal.

“We do,” Brigette says, and she puts a hand on my shoulder and Rita’s then urges us forward. “These two were turned by Pierre and Andre without their consent. Read them and see.”

The blonde woman stands and smiles, revealing gleaming white fangs. As she slips out of the booth and saunters toward us, more people flit out of the shadows and enter the bar. A man with silver hair and glimmering white wings joins us, followed by a woman with horns curling under her ears. One eye placed in the center of her forehead blinks at us. A bald, blue skinned male wearing nothing but a loincloth and a lady covered in shimmering green scales also walk forward.