Beauty Ravished (5 page)

He gritted his teeth and buried his face at her temple, fingers digging into her buttocks 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 breasts rubbing sensually against his chest, her clit massaged by his pubic bone as he ground into her.

Their rutting was hard and fast, but unbelievably enticing. Her pussy clutched him, her previous orgasm 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 semen 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,
chère
,” he said with a husky growl, his eyes devouring her like his words implied.

Pleasurable shivers coursed down her body, making her pussy 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 cunt 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,
chère
. I could devour you and never appease this hunger.”

“Oh god, 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 hoarsely.

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 clit throbbed with his nearness, begging as his rumble of pleasure vibrated through her slickness.

“Please, please lick it. Suck my clit. I can’t stand it anymore,” she said on a hoarse 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 clit.

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 cunt spasming with near orgasm. Her clit throbbed against his tongue, her sex 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 fucked her, driving her toward orgasm.

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 clit 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 anticipating 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,
chère
?”

Cher roused enough to lift her eyelids. “You’re damn right I haven’t got a clue. The sex 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,
chère
.”

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 are most definitely and thoroughly mated.”

The End