Can't Touch This (3 page)

He moved to the headboard. “Stretch your arms out and spread
your legs.” She followed his directions, allowing him to tie her wrists and
ankles to the four corners. Once done, Cass stood and looked at her.
“Perfection.”

He used his fingers to knead the cheeks of her behind until she
wiggled her pelvis against the mattress. Wetness dripped from Harlow. Burying
her face in a pillow, she groaned.

“If you move your ass or look at me, I’ll spank you.”

She struggled to hold still.

He touched the insides of her thighs, swept fingers to her
crotch, where he ran one through her folds. “Hot, so very hot and wet.”

Afraid to turn her head and look at him, she buried her face
deeper and trembled with delight. He slipped the tip of a finger into her pussy
and she hiked her hips into the air.

His hand connected sharply with bare skin and sent a
shockwave of need to her core. “Don’t move.”

When Castle’s damp fingers played over the warmth at the
base of her spine, pressing her crotch into the mattress brought pleasure she’d
only dreamed about. Castle continued to smack her ass and she couldn’t help
pounding her hips up and down on the bed in a weak attempt to receive release.
Harlow had never felt as naked as she did when his hands left her body.

“Look at me.”

She turned to see him fisting his cock and salivated when
pearly drops pulsed slowly from the tiny slit. “Please.”

“Shh, or you won’t get this.” Using his free hand, he
swatted her again and then rubbed the area with his palm. Leaning over, he
licked her butt cheek, kissed it softly. “Beautiful ass, darlin’.”

When he reached back between her legs and sent a gentle swat
to her labia, Harlow returned her face to the pillow but it did nothing to
smother the moans resonating around the room as she again ground her pelvis
against the bed, wishing it was harder. Tapping her nether lips over and over
drew a small orgasm from her and she whimpered frantically, slamming her hips
into the bed while he filled her pussy with one, then two fingers.

“Aww, babe, you’re moving.” She could hear his hand still
slipping up and down his cock as he continued to play between her legs. The wet
sound made her crazy. “Does it feel good grinding against the mattress?”

She nodded, afraid if she talked, he’d stop.

“Look, Harlow.”

Turning her head, Harlow watched him masturbate and it
turned her on so much, she began another steady rhythm of banging against the
mattress. Liquid eased from her as creamy drops continued to run over Castle’s
fat crown, making her wish her hands were free and she could take his cock deep
in her mouth to taste that part of him.

“You like seeing cum drip from my dick? Want it in your
mouth?” He swiped liquid from the tip. “Tell me.”

“Yes.” He leaned down and ran wet fingers across her lips,
coating them with semen. “Mmm,” she murmured.

“You want my cock in your pussy you have to earn it.”

“What do you want?” she cried.

“Everything.”

“Stop!” He moved so fast she barely had time to register
what she’d said. He yanked the ribbons holding her wrists from the headboard
and untied her feet. “I’m… I’m…
No
!” She didn’t want him to stop, but it
was as if another person resided in her, made her shout out the word when he
said “everything”. That one word triggered panic.

Harlow didn’t want to give herself totally to any man ever
again.

He crawled on the bed and pulled her into his arms,
snuggling her against his body. “It’s okay.”

“Castle,
everything
is too much, I’m not sure I’m
ready for this.”

“Relax, darlin’.”

Feeling bad he hadn’t achieved a full release, she mumbled,
“You didn’t come.”

“So?”

“Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“I want to give you pleasure, show you how fucking wonderful
it can be.” He lifted Harlow’s chin so she could see his strange eyes. “Have
you never satisfied your desires?”

“I know what I want, yet…”

“There’s plenty of time.” His fingers massaged and soothed
her burning ass cheeks.

She rested her head on his chest and listened to his steady
heartbeat. “Where do you go to let your werewolf out? Do you have to wait for a
full moon?”

“You’re not afraid of what I am?”

“I’m more afraid of what
I
am.”

“I take a lot of trips into the mountains. We all do.” Cass
stroked her back and when he touched just above her butt, it soothed Harlow.
“We can change anytime we want. When the moon’s full, we tend to be a little
edgier, nothing more.”

Leaving the base of her spine, he tweaked a nipple enough to
elicit a squeal. “Ohh!” Relief washed over Harlow when he didn’t address her
statement. Her ability to digest what he was and what they were doing was all
she could handle at the moment.

He chuckled. “I think I found your erogenous zone.”

“Uh-uh.”

“No?”

“My neck.”

He bent his head and touched her pulse with his tongue. “You
taste good.”

“Will you suck my blood?”

“Jesus, you have a fucking thing for vampires or something?”

“Yes. As a child I’d lie in the yard at night thinking a bat
would swoop down and bite me so I could fly away.” Her words jolted another
memory to the forefront of her mind and she smiled. “My mom called me her
butterfly. She said someday someone would catch me in their net and clip my
wings.” Her voice lowered. “It’s just one night, Cass.”

“Uh-huh.”

“And then?” What was it she wanted to hear?

“Maybe I’ll suck your blood next time.” He tweaked a nipple.
“Maybe you won’t want a next time.”

Is that what he thought? God, they hadn’t really done anything
but why couldn’t she let him finish, let him show her how to enjoy
submissiveness and pain? Harlow needed domination. It made her feel safe,
protected. Right now she wanted his thickness deep in her mouth. “Can I suck
your cock?”

Castle had made up his mind to release her from the
constraints of what society viewed as normal. He damn near laughed aloud
remembering there was nothing normal about him and his life. He was a shifter
who enjoyed Dom/sub relationships. He had never stayed long with one person and
he surely never felt this much for anyone so damn quickly. What was it about
Harlow?

“You can do whatever you want to me as long as you like it.”
He twisted her face to stare into her colorful eyes. “Your eyes fascinate me.”

“Heterochromia or, as my Pennsylvania license states, dic.”

“Dick?”

“D. I. C. Short for dichromatic. Just another thing in my
life making me feel as if I were a freak of nature.”

“You’re not a freak, Harlow.” What jackass had planted that
idea in her head? Probably some young fucker she dated who had no idea what a
jewel he held when he had Harlow. Making her understand what she desired was
not only natural but also wonderful and beautiful wasn’t going to be easy.

“You think you know me so well.” She pushed away and came to
her knees. “What do I want right now?”

“Dick.” Castle pushed her down between his legs and his hips
bucked up when her tongue flicked the head of his penis. “Jesus.” The heat and
moisture from her mouth surrounded his cock when she took him so deep, he felt
the muscles in her throat constrict. “Shit, you do that well, darlin’.” When
one hand grasped and twisted his nut sac, he growled and shoved hard into her
mouth. Grabbing the back of her head, he coaxed her up and down his length, going
as far as she allowed. Her tongue wrapped around his shaft, controlled what she
took, and he loved how she groaned, sending tiny rumbles to his balls.

Releasing him, she asked, “Can I do anything I want?”

“Hell yes.” Cass paid little attention to the sound of the
drawer opening beside him; all he thought about was getting every inch of penis
back in her mouth. Harlow eased away and he squeezed his eyes shut. “Aww,
honey, don’t stop.” Feeling a clamp lock onto one nut made him lean forward and
look between his legs. Another snapped in place on his other ball. “Shit,
you’re full of surprises.” She’d attached tiny electric clamps to his balls.
When she hit the button, a surge of energy made him cry, “Goddamn!”

Her mouth covered him again and he jammed as much prick in
her throat as he could without choking her. Gripping her thick hair, he again
helped her plunge up and down his shaft, and each time she came up, he felt an
electric arc stab his nuts. “
Fuckkkk me
!” Her finger played with the
control, sending a series of shocks, along with her tongue, that took him close
to the edge of exploding. But he wasn’t ready. “Stop. Bring those up here.”

She obeyed immediately.

Straddling him with his engorged cock poised at her
entrance, she handed him the clips along with the control. Cass clamped one of
her nipples, and then the other. Gazing at her, he watched desire darken her
eyes. “You are so damn hot, Harlow.” He pushed the button and she slammed her
ass down, taking his entire dick in her pussy. “Fuck me, honey, fuck me hard.”

Up and down, she took more each time her butt descended on
him. She leaned over, allowing him to lick her nipples, suck the pebbled buds
and bite them. Every time he pushed the button, a shock zinged his wet lips,
making him arch and stab his penis inside her. “Baby, aww shit, Harli,” he
mumbled against her breasts, ready to send a load of cum deep in her cunt. “Can
you come for me?”

“God, yes.” Her hips gyrated and he thumbed the button
longer, enjoying the tremors causing Harlow to clench his cock inside her and
swivel her hips even more. She pressed her breasts to his chest and angled her
body to allow her clit to receive stimulation as she rocked back and forth on
his shaft. “Cass…unnhhh…hold me…oh-ooh, God!” Cream pushed from her with such
force, he needed to abandon the controller and grasp her waist to remain seated
in her vagina.

“Ahh, shit
yeah
, coming in your pussy!” Castle
exploded, sending a jet stream of cum far inside Harlow. “Take it, darlin’,
take my seed.” He thrust up and down, sending every drop into her. “Christ,
you’re good,” he mumbled. Finished, he pulled her until she lay flat on his
chest. “Jesus, Harli.”

“Hmm,” she purred, her mouth pressed over his heart.

He ran his fingers through her hair. “You okay?”

“Very.” She rubbed her nose across his chest. “You smell
great.”

“Such a wonderful toy. Do you use it when you’re alone?”

She hunched her shoulders.

“I want to know everything about you.” His lips still
tingled from the electric shocks as he raked a hand through her hair. “I want
to know what makes you feel good.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Never be afraid of who you are or what you want.”

“Like maybe I want more.”

“We can try anything you desire.” He felt her head shake.
“What?”

“More of you, Cass, more of your time.”

“As much as you need, darlin’.” Castle Briggs was fucked in
more ways than one. He wanted more of Harlow and possibly all of her time.
Feeling her heartbeat, he craved tasting her blood.

Son of a fucking bitch—he felt like a goddamn vampire!

* * * * *

Castle spotted Hatch coming out of the restaurant as soon as
he parked. His eyes spoke volumes. “What?”

He came to a stop between their bikes. “You spent the whole
night with her?”

Shaking his head, he peered at his beta. “Harlow’s not up
for discussion. Now or ever.”

“It’s like that, huh?”

“What’s up, Gris?”

“You only call me that when you’re pissed. Anyway, two pups
got into a scuffle last night and changed in the parking lot.”

“Great.”

“I locked them in the storeroom.”

“And?” He scowled at Hatch.

He shrugged. “They broke the window and vanished.”

“Vanished?”

“We’ve been unable to pick up their scent anywhere after
they crossed the ravine.”

“Goddamn it.” Cass didn’t need this shit. He wanted to take
Harlow to Joshua Tree and she’d be here any minute. “Who’s searching?”

“Those available. Last night most headed to Big Bear to cool
off and have a bit of fun.”

Fun meant taking down a few deer to relieve their
animalistic tendencies, fuck a lot, have a few drinks, and fuck some more. Cass
expected it and sometimes he forced them to go into the mountains or desert.
Especially the rowdier dogs. They always came back calmer and more submissive.
“Is it possible they connected with another group and rode along?”

Hatch scratched his head. “Shit, anything’s possible.” He
leaned his hip against his motorcycle. “Teenagers.”

Harlow picked that moment to drive into the lot and swerve
into a space near them. When she got out, Cass grunted. She wore a pair of
black jeans, which appeared painted on her ass, and her tiny white top didn’t
come close to covering her toned midriff. A perfect outfit for a hot day in the
desert,
not
so perfect for Castle or the animal doing somersaults
beneath his skin. Damn if he wanted to leave her to her own devices looking as
she did. “Darlin’, plans have changed.”

“You don’t want to go?”

“Something’s come up.”

She glanced at Hatch and then back at Castle. “Can I help?”

“Business.” Shit, if he took her anywhere near the wolves
dressed like that, and smelling of sex, the whole fucking pack… Wait, maybe she
could help. “How would you like to make a run up to Big Bear instead of Joshua
Tree?”

“If I’m with you, I don’t care where we go.”

Hatch emitted a long, low whistle and Castle smacked the
back of his head. “Cut that shit out, man.”

“What?”

“What my ass, don’t whistle at her.” He glared at his
friend, a wolf he’d grown up beside and would trust with his life. “In fact,
don’t even look at her.”

“Easy, boss, I got other plans.” His eyes still danced over
Harlow’s body and his nostrils flared. “You take her into those mountains the
pack will be all over you. Can you handle that?”

“It’s what I’m hoping. They’ll find us.” He grinned and
slapped the beta on his back. “Can you handle it ’cause your plans just
changed.”

“Fuck me.”

Locating the pups was imperative. Not unlike teenage
children, they were full of piss and vinegar, and on their own, they could get
into quite a mess. “Who was sitting?”

Both men turned when the door opened and a gangly young man
headed their way.

“Shit.” Cass understood now why the pups got out of control
in the first place. He turned to Hatch. “Whose idea to leave Watts tending
pups?” Not much more than a teenager himself and experimenting with his
maleness, Watts was unable to keep his eyes or paws off the she-wolves. A few
of them had bitten him pretty badly, leaving him to lick wounds in a hidden
room behind the restaurant.

“Everyone else was gone.”

“Next time, someone else stays, got it? Let’s go.” He turned
to Watts and said, “Do you think you can keep an eye on the place until we
return? Or should I send a familiar to handle things?” Over the years Castle
had built a small network of human familiars consisting mostly of police
officers. They had no problem lending a hand when needed.

“I can do it.”

Remembering his own days growing up, he empathized with the
youngster. “Call me if anything unusual crops up. The restaurant will take care
of itself.” He’d hired a huge staff more than capable of running the kitchen
and dining room. “
You
take care of the pups left here. No women, Watts,
do you understand?”

“I got it, Cass.”

“Get your ass back inside and stay there.” He pivoted and
grabbed Harlow’s hand. “Ready?”

A grin split her face. “I’m always ready.” She leaned and
sniffed his neck. “For you.”

The innuendo put a glint in Hatch’s brown eyes and Castle
stopped him in his tracks. “Say anything and I’ll chew your nuts off.” His
friend’s good-humored laughter made him feel better.

Until he wondered at Harlow’s increased ability to smell.

* * * * *

Witnessing Castle with pack mates allowed Harlow to
understand why he was dominant. It was in the man’s as well as the animal’s
genes. Thank God she reaped the benefits. Last night he’d touched her just
right, took her to heights of eroticism she never thought possible. She hoped
she gave him a similar experience. She had no plans for the weekend; therefore,
when he asked her to accompany him to Joshua Tree today she had jumped at the
chance of more time in his company.

He proffered a helmet and Harlow declined as she climbed
behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. She wanted to feel the wind
in her hair and she trusted him to keep her safe. Hatch had taken the lead from
the Valley and as they wound up the highway toward Palmdale, she rested her
head on Cass’s back. Talking was out of the question with all the wind and
traffic. She contented herself with touching him all over, his nipples, his
cock, everywhere she could put her hands.

He reached back and drew her head close. “Keep it up I’ll
pull over and fuck that ass.”

Harlow wondered if he meant it so she continued her playful
exploration.

He sped up beside Hatch and yelled, “I’ll catch up.” Her
heart rate elevated when he swerved into a service station full of
eighteen-wheelers. Dismounting, he pulled her in his wake. They reached the
store and he walked up and down a few aisles, tugging her along. Finally he
picked up a travel-size bottle of baby oil. “Go pay for this.” He pushed a few
dollars in her hand and leaned against the display. “And hurry.”

Her heart thumped as she walked to the counter. A few people
peered at her strangely when she assured the man behind the counter baby oil
was all she wanted.

“Need it in a bag?”

“Yes.” Grabbing her change, she rushed back to where Cass
waited. “Here.” She dropped the package in his hand. Her stomach fluttered as
she watched him take it from the bag.

Dragging Harlow through the store and out the back door, he
shoved her against the rear end of the first tractor-trailer they passed. He
unbuttoned her jeans and pulled the zipper down. “I told you not to fuck with
me.” He jammed a hand in her pants and played with her clit until her knees
buckled. “Turn around.” She pivoted so quickly she lost her balance in the
gravel, but Cass caught her. “Careful, wouldn’t want to bruise your sweet ass.”
He yanked her jeans over her behind and caressed her buttocks.

“Oh God.”

“Say
my
name, darlin’.”

“Castle. Please, Cass.”

She heard him flip the lid open and felt warm oil dribble
down the crack of her butt. “Christ, I like your ass.” A slippery finger
explored her crease. “Please what?” He spread her cheeks with his thumb and
fingers.

Breath hitched in her throat when the tip of his cock
pressed against the tiny rosette hidden there. “Cass…”

“You can talk.”

“I’ve never…”

“Aww hell, Harlow.” He lifted and twisted her around to face
him. “Guess we’ll save this for a more appropriate time, but I’m fucking your
pussy right here in the parking lot.” He let the tiny plastic bottle slip to
the ground and gripped his dick. Slowly he eased it through her labia.

“What if someone comes by?”

“So?”

“They might…”

“Watch?”

Her pussy clenched and grew wet.

“Darlin’, I felt that.” He thrust his cock into her cunt and
banged her hard against the truck.

Harlow wrapped her arms around his neck and held on as
Castle thrust in and out, taking what he wanted. The heat of the metal on her
back damn near burned but she had no desire to stop. When a man turned the
corner and stood bug-eyed watching them, she swiveled her hips more, took Cass
deeper, and loved every freaking minute of him stroking inside her.