Far From Innocent (4 page)

“This isn’t a two-way street.”

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Her mouth fell open, a protest ready at her lips. His determined look brought her pause. An excitement rushed around inside her that she couldn’t control. No werewolf had ever made any demands of her. All she’d known was a quick tumble with American werewolves she barely knew and seldom saw again. It had always been safer that way. No obligations. No ties. No leashes tugging her away from the life she’d always known.

Juan held her gaze, waiting patiently for her answer. He meant what he said.

Confidence mixed with the strong scent of lust that didn’t falter as silence grew between them.

“That’s not fair,” she whispered, knowing damned good and well that he wasn’t demanding she mate with him.

“That’s how it is.” He pulled on her hard enough that she fell over his chest, her breasts smashing against coarse hair that made her ache to rub herself against him.

“And if you don’t answer me when I ask you something, and instead fight to learn my thoughts, you won’t like the punishment.”

“What?” Erin shook her head slowly. She’d already told him it was impossible to move into someone else’s mind—the talk of that part of the gift being real was a fallacy—but she held her tongue.

Maybe he knew something she didn’t.

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There was something sweet about the way Erin tasted. A mixture of mint, fresh stream water, fish and possibly chocolate gave her a flavor he could feast on for hours.

Her mouth closed over his with eager excitement, yet he smelled hesitation too. Her scent wrapped around him, smothering him while her body brushed against his skin gently at first, then with more passion. Soft in all the right places, yet firm and muscular too, her body fit on top of him perfectly.

Erin’s skin was so silky, so smooth. She wasn’t skinny. He didn’t feel any bones. But she wasn’t plump either. He slid his hands down her sides, dipping into the curve of her waist and then cupping the roundness of her ass. God. She was fucking perfect. Soft skin covering firm muscle.

He loved how her kiss was attentive, yet she didn’t fight for control. She explored every inch of his mouth, darting around his tongue when he tried to impale her, as if she didn’t want the close intimacy with him. Yet she was curious.

Curious enough that she’d begged him to fuck her.

And it wasn’t like Juan didn’t have the willpower to turn down a bitch. More than a few willing females in the pack would spread their legs on a moment’s notice. There was something about Erin though. Something more than sex appeal. And she had that one down better than any bitch he’d ever been with.

With her hesitation, the caution he sensed when she kissed him, came

overwhelming need. She’d made a show of how she loved casual sex—how she did werewolves who weren’t in her pack. Yet the way she touched him, moved her body over his and used caution instead of eagerly working him inside her, told a very different story. She wanted to know what true lovemaking was, yet wouldn’t let go enough to do more than just fuck him.

Erin released his mouth and ran her tongue over his chin, down his neck and then bit his collarbone, tasting him. He tangled his fingers in her thick, long black hair, enjoying the way the small of her back had a nice curve to it.

Her plump breasts brushed down his chest when she moved lower, continuing to lick and nibble until his blood boiled in his veins.

Muscles threatened to grow when her tongue did a wicked number around his bellybutton. His cock thrust against her breasts, their full softness almost making him come.

He could hold out if she took him in her mouth, but as she ran her tongue around his bellybutton, she made a delicate purring sound. He looked down to see her watching him, her dark eyes glowing like onyx. Long black hair flowed over her 18

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shoulders, covering his midsection and fanning over the ground. Her cheeks flushed with excitement and she smiled. It was a very satisfied grin. She sensed his pleasure and loved giving it. What a perfect bitch! He couldn’t wait to return the favor. As he stared, her expression changed, the hesitation he’d smelled before returning. Her aroma changed too. Lust dripped from her strong enough to hide other emotions, but they were there. It wasn’t fear. She wasn’t acting. But there was something.

When she looked down quickly, lowering herself even farther to take him into her mouth, his clothes bunched underneath his head. Juan almost threw her off him, jumping and turning to stare behind him. No one was there. He fucking swore his clothes had just been wadded into a better pillow, fluffed underneath him like someone had tried to make him more comfortable, propping his head up to give him a better angle to view the show.

Then it hit him. Like a damned tree branch clobbering him on the head, it was suddenly clear what had just happened.

Her scent changed when she used the gift. The gift she’d been blessed with, or possibly cursed with, had a distinctive way of giving itself away.

He grabbed her shoulders, dragging her over him until her face was inches from his.

“You will not use the gift around me again without my prior consent,” he hissed.

“Is that clear?”

She froze, her eyes almost perfect circles when she looked up at him, stunned.

“But…”

“You toy with werewolves, use your abilities to taunt them. And I won’t always be there to save your ass.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“Is that clear?”

She sucked in her lower lip, chewing it while staring at him with wide brown eyes.

Slowly she nodded her head, the smell of lust growing stronger on her. Erin liked being controlled. The realization drained all the blood in his body to his cock.

He shifted his hold on her, grabbing her under the arms and dragging her up his body. She’d agreed to his demands, and that sounded like damned good reason to reward her. And fucking hell, her naked body pressing over his was making him insane.

“Spread your legs, little bitch,” he instructed, speaking with his teeth clenched together while he struggled to maintain his composure.

His cock swelled eagerly, making it damned hard to think straight, let alone instruct her.

All he smelled was the sweet pungency of her lust, not filtered with any of the hesitation he’d detected moments before. Her short legs couldn’t kneel over him and give her room to rise and allow his entrance. He didn’t want to give her a quickie. And 19

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if she kept rubbing him like that before he entered her, he’d explode the minute her sultry heat wrapped around him. Giving the little bitch control and power like that would never help in showing her how to submit to him.

“Squat over me.” He gripped her hips, lifting her off him. “I want to watch you slowly take all of my cock.”

“I can take it fast. Feel me. I’m ready.” In spite of arguing with him, she squatted over him. She followed his instruction but then grabbed his hand and placed it between her legs.

Her black hair was soaked, and he parted it gently until he stroked the soft, velvety flesh hidden underneath.

“Oh yes!” She let her head fall back, pressing her feet on the ground on either side of him while she squatted just over his cock. The damn thing was doing a dance in its eagerness to get inside that heat.

He clenched his teeth, ordering himself to be still. Erin had honored his command to refrain from using her gift without his consent. He wasn’t a brutal man when it came to bitches. Their pleasure mattered to him as much as his own. And Erin’s eagerness was so fresh, like a newly blossomed flower—although there was no question in his mind that her blossom had been plucked long before. Nonetheless, she hadn’t ever truly experienced really good sex. Her assuring him she could take it fast was proof enough of that. He guessed she’d had experience with quick, hard sex—wham, bam, thank you sweet bitch. What he craved showing her was drawn out, hot, sultry sex that would leave her breathless and aching to see him again.

“I’m sure fast and hard is the way you like it best.”

“Yes. Fuck me as hard and as quickly as you can.”

“Nope.”

Erin lifted her head slowly, although her eyes opened quickly. Her lashes fluttered over her dark orbs as she stared at him. He waited to smell the hesitation, the sign of her disobedience. It took more effort than he wanted to admit to pull his fingers from her soaked heat. But he grabbed her waist, holding her over his cock and keeping her from moving while he met her heated gaze.

“What do you mean, no?” she whispered, suddenly looking scared.

Worry mixed with her lust. But that was it. She nibbled her lower lip, balancing herself over him while he held her, contemplating how to answer. If he told her his suspicions, at this point, she’d deny them.

“I mean that you aren’t going to get it fast and hard.” He adjusted her over him, letting his gaze drop to the closely shaven black curls that covered her sweet pussy.

“Lower yourself on me slowly. You are going to feel every inch of me stroke all those tiny muscles inside you that are screaming for relief.”

“Slowly?” She said the word like she didn’t understand the meaning.

“Yup.” In that moment, he learned something about Erin Spalto.

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Sex was an escape for her. More than likely a means to run from her den and her suppressed existence. He saw how Nicolo and Dimitri treated her. Their love for their youngest littermate showed easily. And more than likely, if he had a younger female in his den who was as hot as Erin, he’d keep her on a tight leash too.

She’d told him she’d had sex with American werewolves. But not with a Malta werewolf. His guess was that she ran to strangers, sniffed out the horny ones and tumbled quick and hard in isolated fields to get herself off. More than likely she’d never been slowly seduced, the fire burning naturally inside her brought to full flame. Juan found he ached to give that to her, to show her how fucking good it could be.

Erin looked down, adjusting herself against the throbbing tip of his cock. He pinched her nipple, grabbing her attention.

“Watch me.” He wanted to see her expression when she sunk deep onto him.

And he wanted to show her how wonderful sex truly could be. Up until now, he really believed Erin had used it as a tool, a way to relieve penned-up emotions that she didn’t know how to deal with. Showing her how to direct those feelings, to experience pleasure while giving it at the same time, would be something she’d love learning.

There was no way he was wrong about this.

She stared into his eyes while slowly lowering herself. His cock throbbed with a fury he could hardly contain as a thousand tight, little muscles quivered and gripped him, closing in around him and sucking him in deeper.

Erin was tight. Fucking wet as hell but tighter than he’d imagined her being. When she lowered herself and took more than half of him inside her, he grabbed her breasts.

“That’s good. Now raise yourself off me.”

She did as she was told, never looking away. Her soaked heat glided over him while she arched her body. He watched in awe when her long lashes fluttered over her eyes. All those twitching muscles against his shaft about stole his breath. Speaking right now would be fucking close to impossible. Not to mention her full, dark breasts, so perfectly curved and spilling into his hands were absolutely breathtaking. His mouth watered with an urge to suck and nibble on them.

“Okay. That’s far enough,” he said huskily when she’d almost lifted herself off him.

Immediately she began sinking onto him again. God. He needed to shove himself deep inside her so bad he couldn’t think. If she only knew the torture racking his body when he stopped her.

“Not so fast,” he whispered, his voice sounding harsh even to him.

Her pout almost made him smile. She wouldn’t understand. Her confusion grew with the intoxicating smell of lust in the air. Thick strands of shiny black hair drifted over her breasts when she shook her head. The long locks tickled his hands, but he didn’t move them from her.

“Let me do it my way. You’ll love it. I promise.”

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“Nope. Today you’ll learn something new.” Conversation was almost fucking impossible. He fought for breath, his voice raspy when he spoke. “Do as you’re told, relax and take more of me into you this time. But slowly.”

She worried her lip with teeth that had slightly extended, glistening white against the dark, flushed red of her cheeks. Her leg muscles quivered against him when she brought herself down, taking in almost all of him.

Juan swore he would die from the torture. His heart thudded in his chest so loud it drowned out all thought. Sweltering heat engulfed him, wrapping around his swollen cock and drifting down his legs and up into his chest. If he didn’t give her a little right now, he wouldn’t be able to keep this up.

Without warning, he raised his hips off the ground, quick and hard. He impaled her with his cock. She almost fell forward, grabbing the ground on either side of him while she threw back her head and howled. His entire world spun around him. So many muscles quivered against him, tightening, spasming while her orgasm tore through her.

“Juan. Oh God,” she howled, tossing her head from side to side as she squeezed her eyes tightly shut.

“Look at me,” he growled, feeling her soak his balls and drench both of them while the scent of her come filled the air like sweet nectar.

Her gaze was hazy. Streaks of silver danced in her deep, almost black eyes. She stared into him and he lost himself in her beauty. Again he thrust, knocking her forward, taking her over the edge until she collapsed on top of him. Those soft, large breasts smashed against his chest. Her breath was hot against his neck as she panted, riding out her orgasm.

He wouldn’t let her wait too long. Something told him she hadn’t experienced this level of intensity and he craved showing her more ways they could enjoy each other’s bodies. Wrapping his arms around her, he plunged deep inside, filling her and stroking all those muscles that continued to quiver against his shaft. He kept the movement steady, giving them both time to enjoy the overheated sensations that tore them up inside.