Carolina Werewolves 3-Pack (4 page)

Staring at the
phone, I curse, then turn around when I hear Chris moving behind me.
"Sounds like an interesting conversation," he drawls.
"Talking about me?" Not only is he behind me, he's leaning
against the wall not more than a foot away, a towel draped casually
over his shoulder. How does he do that? Every move, everything he
does is so effortlessly sexy. "He's right, you know."

My mouth is dry.
"About?"

"You being my
type." He hands me the towel and pushes off from the wall,
moving towards me--stalking me, more like--until he's close enough to
kiss. "He's also right about one other thing." Leaning in
close, he whispers in my ear and I shiver as his breath skates across
my skin. "You can't handle me."

All of a sudden, my
temper flares. "What the hell is it that everyone thinks I can't
handle?" Shit. As Chris pins me against the wall, I have to
wonder whether asking was such a great idea…

"You really
want to know what I want to do to you?" I can't help groaning as
he grinds against me. God, that feels so good. He feels so good, all
hot and hard against me, making me ache until I can hardly think.
"I'd like to tie you up," he says, "make you submit to
me, beg me to fuck you until both of us are too tired to move."
That shouldn't sound so hot--should it? I open my eyes to stare at
him, but the look he gives me is almost too much to handle. It's like
he wants to eat me up…I shiver, but he's not done yet.

"I like
bondage. Toys. Even a little pain, sometimes." He bites my neck,
and I moan because it feels so damn good and I don't want him to
stop. Right now, I'd do anything for him. Anything. But then he pulls
away from me right when I'm about to say, 'yes, take me,' like some
sort of idiot. Thank God. "You're too naive, too innocent,"
he says, running a hand through his hair as if exasperated.

"I'm not
innocent," I say. Of all the things I could have said, really?
Chris says nothing, just shakes his head slowly.

"You're not
ready." I want to protest, but he doesn't give me a chance. "Not
now--not when you're too keyed up to think clearly. Look, I heard you
need a place to stay, so you can stay. I got you some clothes,"
he says, picking up a bundle from the floor, "so you'll have
something dry. But I'm not taking advantage of you right now."

"But what if I
want more?" My voice is so hoarse right now it feels like I've
swallowed sandpaper, but I have to say it. I'm a little freaked out,
to tell you the truth, but everything he's said is so fascinating I
almost want to dive right in.

"My room's next
to yours." I follow him, mute, to the guest room he's picked out
for me, then stumble to bed. For a long moment, Chris watches me. "If
you want me, you know where to find me," he says finally.

An hour later, I'm
tossing and turning in bed, haunted by what Chris told me. Do I
really want him to fuck me? Dominate me, tie me up? The images that
run through my head are disturbing, but at the same time so hot that
I can't sleep. Sometimes, with other men, I've felt like I was
missing something. Could that be it? Do I need to submit to someone?
My balls are drawn up tight against my body, and my dick…when
the hell was the last time I got this hard? Have I ever?

I try stroking
myself, but it's a half-hearted effort that only makes the ache
worse. I need Chris and right now I don't care how intense he is or
whether I'm in over my head or not. I just want him.

It seems like I'm
standing at his door with my hand raised before I can figure out how
I got out of bed, but there I am. For a long moment I stand there,
debating the wisdom of what I'm about to do, but then I remember that
I'm only here for a few days. If I never see him again, then it won't
matter if I look like an idiot.

I knock, but the
door opens before I finish and Chris is there in front of me, naked,
waiting. Oh God, but he's beautiful. He licks his lips and gives me
the once-over while he smiles this really slow, sexy smiles that goes
right through me. It's like he's fucking me with his eyes. I'm not
wearing anything, so it seems ridiculous to say that his expression
makes me feel naked but I feel more exposed than I've ever been in my
life.

"You said to
come in if I wanted you." It takes forever to say the words,
like I have to force them out of a throat that just doesn't want to
work.

"So I did,"
he says. I love the way he owns his nakedness like it doesn't even
matter and shit, maybe to him it doesn't. "You remember what
else I said?" He's hard, too, and getting more turned on by the
second. I can't help staring, even as I think about everything he
said to me.

It's the 'what else'
that has me here right now, so I force myself to speak up. "Something
about--being dominated. Tied up?" I swallow, hard. "I don't
have a clue about any of that, really. I just know that I want you to
fuck me any way you want."

"Let me
enlighten you, then. If you come in, I'll own you for the rest of the
night. Clear?"

"Crystal."
I run a hand through my hair, waiting. I've made my decision, but
that doesn't mean I'm calm about it. That doesn't change when I
follow Chris into the dimly-lit bedroom, especially when I notice
that half of the room--which is huge, by the way--is filled with
stuff that looks like it belongs in a dungeon somewhere. Hell, his
four-poster bed has rings on it that look like they're meant for
restraining someone. I clear my throat. "So you weren't kidding
about the bondage stuff?"

"No." He
turns and looks back at me with this feral, calculating look, his
eyes practically glowing with lust. "Regrets?"

"No, I
just--I've never done this so I don't know what to expect." I
rub my arms and try to focus only on the man in front of me.

"Hey."
Unexpectedly, he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me close.
"You're thinking too much," he breathes, just before he
lowers his mouth to mine. I'm expecting a fierce, savage kiss, but
instead it's slow, gentle, over far too quickly. "Do you trust
me?" I look up at him and consider the question.

"Sort of,"
I reply. "I don't think you'll hurt me, but--"

He cuts me off. "You
need to trust me completely," he says. "None of this works
without your trust." For a moment he's quiet, as if thinking.
"Here. If we go too far, too fast, just say 'red.' Easy to
remember, right?" He says this with the same intensity with
which he does everything else and I can't help but believe him.
There's something else in his favor, too. My wolf seems happy with
this arrangement, for some reason. I can't pretend to understand it,
so I just give in.

"Red," I
murmur. "Got it." I'll remember, but I don't plan on using
it. I sit on the bed and watch as Chris pulls out an assortment of
objects from a chest in the corner. Cuffs, a blindfold, what looks
like a butt plug, and something else that looks like it's meant to
hurt. A flogger, he tells me when I raise an eyebrow. I'm so fucking
turned on right now, but looking at everything he's got out just
makes it seem so real that I can't stop the butterflies fluttering
around in my stomach. He returns and lays everything on the bed
beside me, then pulls out lube from a drawer.

He's so prepared
that I feel an unexpected stab of jealously. Just how many men has he
had in here? I have to remind myself that he's not mine, we're
nothing--there is no
we--
and
this is just a one-night thing. Right. I tell myself this as he pulls
me to a standing position, but it's not very convincing.

"Hands behind
your back." I obey without really thinking about it and I
wonder, again, just how he can make even the softest words into a
command. He fastens the padded cuffs around my wrists, then locks
them together. Fuck. This is really happening. I can't help but feel
a bit of panic at being restrained like this and I force myself to
breathe evenly. Only Chris's hands on my shoulders keep me calm.

Chris steps around
me so I can see him lubing up the plug. It looks so much bigger now
that it's about to go in my ass at any minute. He looks at me, as if
sensing my nervousness, and smiles. "Spread your legs," he
says. This is it…I do as ordered while he wraps an arm around
me, holding me steady. There isn't much warning before he shoves the
plug in my ass and I can't help the groan that escapes me. I'm no
virgin, but this stretches me far more than I'm used to. Jesus, it
burns. I hiss through my teeth and push back against him, then sigh
in relief when the plug is all the way in. I feel full now--almost
too full--but the burning has eased.

Chris pushes down on
my shoulders and, following his lead, I sink awkwardly down to my
knees. It's no surprise when he stands in front of me, his erect,
beautiful cock just in front of my mouth. I know exactly what he
wants, so I open my mouth and take him in.

Taking him in my
mouth like this is strangely calming. I forget about my bound hands
and set about exploring every inch of his dick, trying to figure out
what he likes best. He groans loudly when I lap at the sensitive spot
beneath the head, so I do it again, reveling in the way he bucks
against me.

And then I freeze.
The plug in my ass is vibrating--what the hell? I look up at Chris,
confused. He's holding a remote in his hand and damn if he doesn't
look pleased. "Don't come," he says, his voice husky.

Oh God, the
vibrations feel so damn good. I moan around the cock in my mouth and
try to ignore how much my own is aching. Focusing on Chris helps a
little, but all the same, I'm getting close. Writhing on the floor, I
meet Chris's eyes with a wordless plea, but he shakes his head. It's
a race--who will come first? I grow more desperate by the second as I
let his dick slide down my throat. He tangles one hand in my hair and
holds me still while he fucks my mouth. It seems like forever, but
it's probably only a few seconds before he fills my mouth with the
salty taste of his come. I swallow it all down until finally he
slides out from between my lips. When he pats me on the head and
looks down at me with something like approval in his eyes, I realize
the vibrations have stopped. Somehow, I've succeeded. Knowing he's
pleased with me is somehow satisfying, but I still burn with the need
to come.

I want to touch him
so badly, but my hands are still bound, so for now I just lean
against his thigh as he strokes my hair. Eventually, he pulls me to
my feet. "We're not done yet," he murmurs into my ear. I
nod. Of course--I'd have been surprised and more than a little
disappointed if we stopped now.

I try to stand still
as he unhooks my cuffs but I get nervous all over again when he
attaches them to a chain above my head. "Do this often?"
I'm suddenly jealous as I realize again that this whole room is built
for sex--just the way he likes it. He chuckles, as if he knows why I
asked, but he doesn't answer.

By the time he's
done, my hands are stretched over my head, just high enough so that I
can't rest comfortably on my feet, but instead balance precariously
on my toes. With some trepidation, I eye the flogger on the bed. That
must be what he wants to do next. As I hang from the chains, I wonder
if it'll hurt and if so, how much. Will I like it? I don't know, but
I want to make him happy. I need to. God, I hope Chris knows what
he's doing.

The room disappears
as Chris slips the blindfold over my eyes. Shit. Restraints I can
handle, but this? It drives me over the edge. I thrash--or try--but
end up swaying unsteadily rather than doing anything effective.
Panicked, I snarl and snap at the air, which a part of me realizes is
ridiculous, but my wolf embraces.

Then he's at my
back, his heat enveloping me. "Easy." He lays a hand on my
shoulder and I feel instantly calmer. Still, I have to explain
myself.

"I don't like
the dark," I whisper. It's crazy for a wolf, but there it is.

"Red, yellow,
or green?" It takes a second before I realize what he's asking.
Red, yellow, green…then I remember. Red. I can say it if I
need things to stop. I take a deep, steadying breath and think about
it. I trust him. He'll push, but not too far. How I know this about a
man I've just met, I can't say. I just do. The knowledge calms me,
pushes the panic aside.

He's still there,
waiting, so I give him my answer. "Green." I force myself
to relax as he walks away. He hasn't gone far. I can still feel his
heat, smell his scent and it calms the raging beast inside me. The
room is silent for a moment, rife with anticipation. I can't help it;
I tense up, waiting for the first blow.

Unexpectedly--but
then, has anything been what I expected tonight?--it's more of a
caress. The soft leather straps slide down the skin of my back.
Blindfolded, at Chris's mercy, all I can do is
feel.
I am hypersensitive to
every touch, every sensation. And then, I grunt as the flogger lifts
from my skin and descends with a hard
thwack
that breaks the silence. It stings but the hurt fades quickly and I
sag in relief. If that's all--but no. I jump as the flogger comes
down again, harder than before. It hits my ass this time and I jerk
at the impact. "Son of a bitch," I curse, but it dies on my
lips when Chris runs the flogger down my back again.