Mating Hunt (16 page)

A small frown line indented the space between her brows, but her blue eyes glittered with excitement. “All this is yours?”

“Others use it, mainly Darius. But I have exclusive use during the full moon. Aiden built the shed, but I converted it into a private room for when I get a little... primitive.”

“Darius enjoys this kind of sex?”

“He likes to blindfold his lovers. I prefer them tied up.”

The darkest part of his beast thrilled at holding a willing female down, taking her as he pleased. But the others paled in comparison to Arianna. Arousal grew, male need enriching his blood and tightening his muscles.

Arianna went to the table and touched a leather restraint. Kyle imagined her upon it, legs in the stirrups spread wide, her sex exposed to his hungry gaze. She had no idea how much he wanted her right now. His beast roared and demanded to take her, to bury his cock deep inside. In one day, the pale moon’s fullness would overcome him and there would be no turning back. If he had any chance of a future with Arianna, mating her for life, he must act now and assess her fears.

“This table looks like the type used to examine women.” She spoke softly, her voice a velvet brush against his quivering cock.

“Yes,” he grated out.

Arianna had remained innocent of this aspect of pack life. “Mark’s mate, Madelyn, birthed the pack’s first baby on it. Their firstborn.”

“In here?”

Kyle skimmed a finger along the polished leather. “It aided in the conception, so her wish was to give birth on it. Mark is a worthy male who would do anything to please his mate.”

Grim amusement filled him at her stunned expression. Gently he traced a finger along her parted lips. “The table has given birth to desire, to fantasies, to sexual pleasure, and has been the instrument of new life. Aiden insisted on making the room available to all in the pack who require it. Darius and I are merely the keepers.”

“You’ve been here several times. And Darius?”

He nodded. “At times, Aiden has been in the room. He attended to the birth of Mark and Madelyn’s firstborn nearly eight years ago.”

And so did I
, Kyle thought, still awash in pleasure at the honor. He, who had been kicked out of his pack and called a deviant, had been requested to participate in the birth.

He’d been present at the conception. The pair had been mated more than a year, but Madelyn could not conceive. No herbal remedies or potions worked. Finally she stopped ovulating. Desperate, Mark sought out the advice of an older pack female experienced in fertility, who’d talked with Madelyn.

The specialist discovered Mark’s mate enjoyed kinky sex. Bondage. Voyeurism. Group sex. But more importantly, she felt restricted and pressured because Aiden had no mate and no heir. Subconsciously, she suppressed her natural ability to conceive.

Aiden formally gave permission, but it wasn’t enough. Madelyn wanted Aiden to impregnate her. Only then could she birth Mark’s babes. An enraged Mark threatened to leave, and the pack began to divide, until Kyle suggested a solution as Madelyn’s heat approached.

In this very room, a naked Madelyn had lain face down upon the table, her legs spread open. Kyle stood on the table’s side, holding her down, Darius had taken the other, while Mark stroked his mate’s hair and whispered erotic suggestions. Aiden took lube and rubbed it over Madelyn’s bottom and her anus, then applied it to his cock until his erect penis glistened. The pack alpha then proceeded to vigorously fuck Mark’s mate in the ass as she moaned and climaxed twice. After he came with a mighty shudder and roar, Madelyn wanted more.

More males.

Kyle had taken a turn. Then Darius.

Then all four males had gently turned a quivering Madelyn onto her back and placed her feet in the stirrups. Kyle and Darius held her arms down while Aiden stoked her breasts. As Mark had fucked his mate, his thrusts heavy and hard, Aiden commanded her to conceive a baby for the pack. Madelyn had writhed and climaxed twice. They’d repeated the process twice until the males scented the sharp, biting scent of a female ovulating.

Mark had taken his beloved mate one final time without restraints. The trio stood by and silently watched Mark tenderly make love to his beloved mate. Kyle had been extremely aroused, but filled with awed wonder, knowing he’d witnessed the conception. When he, Darius and Aiden finally left the exhausted couple alone, each had sought out a mountain cabin where a female awaited them. As dawn broke, Kyle’s partner had been well-pleasured, exhausted and sore.

Glancing now at Arianna, his blood surged thick and hot. Oh, the things he wanted to do with her, to her. And in the end, something he dared to hope would shatter her fears for good.

If she couldn’t push past old terrors, there was no hope for him. They could never have a life together, never live as mated couple. Not if she ran away screaming from him every full moon.

He saw her staring at him in a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty. “What do you want from me?”

“You made a promise to me out in the woods. I want you to deliver on it.”

Visibly she swallowed. “How?”

Kyle went to the table and patted it. “Get undressed and hop on.”

The shed was filled with whispers of erotic bliss. Arianna hesitated as she studied the table. Making love with this male was one thing, but restraints... Sweat beaded her forehead and she fought the impulse to run out into the night, far away from this room of dark pleasures.

Still, she knew her fears would always follow, unless she confronted them directly.

Arianna removed her clothing. Shivering, she sat on the table’s edge.

“Lie down,” he told her in a husky voice.

When she did, he took hold of the leather straps. Snap. The restraints closed around her slender wrists. Kyle placed her legs in the stirrups and closed the padded manacles around her ankles. He slid a hand along the inside of her thigh and placed a single kiss upon her skin.

She was tied to the table, helplessly spread before him. Desire left her sex wet and glistening, fully exposed.

“You’re mine, Ari. And I can do whatever I wish with you. Do you trust me?”

He was bigger, stronger and more powerful. She could do nothing in this position to fight him. Yet she sensed as savage as his beast might become, he would never hurt her.

“Yes.”

Standing between her spread legs, Kyle lowered his voice. “You’re going to come for me, again and again, as I fuck you. In fact, you’re so hot now, you can’t wait for my thick, hard cock to fill you. I’m going to make you come so hard, you’ll beg me to take you. I’m going to make you scream. Again. And again, until I hear my name on your lips.”

The promise caused more moisture to gush from her vagina. Her entire body tingled with erotic anticipation.

She watched as he went to the dresser and selected a tube. Kyle returned, unscrewing the cap and then squirted out a generous dollop onto his fingertips. He set the tube down and began gently massaging her sex. Arianna moaned and writhed.

“Soon,” he murmured. “This is to prepare you, soften your cunt for me. I don’t want you sore for what I have planned.”

Gel slid over her clitoris, followed by his gentle strokes. His light touch made her want to scream, and she thrust her hips upward in nameless pleading.

But he left and walked to the shelves holding a variety of phalluses. Kyle selected one. It was ridged with bumps, and thick and long. Her vagina clenched.

After coating the phallus with gel until it glistened, he inserted it into her vagina. Internal muscles squeezing tight, she resisted. But Kyle pressed the dildo against her sex, until it finally opened, accepting the phallus. He slid it halfway in, the pressure exquisite, bordering on pain.

Then he walked around the table and began to suckle on her breast, while his fingers teased across her skin, down to her thick thatch. When he touched her clit, her vagina tightened around the phallus.

Slowly he massaged her, flicking his tongue across her nipple, lightly biting. Arianna thrashed and moaned, kept in place by the restraints. Climax hovered, but each time she drew close, he stopped. Waited. And then began pleasuring her anew.

Finally he ceased and withdrew the phallus, the wet leather sliding out of her vagina, leaving her frustrated and unfulfilled. The ragged sound of her breaths filled the small shed.

“Why?” she demanded. “Why tease me like that? Why not just fuck me with your cock?”

“I told you, I am going to make you beg,” he murmured. “And the phallus was to prepare you. It’s exactly the size of my penis when I transform into a Satyr.”

Arianna licked her lips, wobbling to her feet as he undid the restraints and helped her stand.

Kyle led her over to the red cushion and pointed. “Lie down across it.”

He positioned her over the cushion so her bottom pointed upward and spread her thighs. Arianna stared at herself in the mirror, breasts full and pointing downward against the cushion, the male behind her totally taking charge.

Finally, he removed his clothing, folding it neatly in a corner. He was fully erect, his thick penis rising high. With his leanly muscled body and sleekly muscled flanks, Kyle was male perfection. Even the cruel Z on his cheek testified to his rugged strength and power. He’d survived cruelties that would best others, and the harsh mistreatment had not turned him hard and bitter.

He went to the dresser and poured oil into a warming dish and then heated it. Kyle took the dish over to her and poured warm oil over her bottom. The sensation was startling. She peered into the mirror and saw him rub his hands.

He parted her cheeks and slid his tongue between them. Moaning at the silken roughness of his tongue, she wriggled. He drew back and delivered a gentle slap to her bottom.

“Stay still,” he ordered.

Squeezing her ass cheeks, he licked off the oil, his warm, wet tongue stroking slowly. Then Kyle moved behind her. He kissed her neck, then his warm lips moved over her shoulder, down the slope of her back. Arianna reached back and pulled his hair, need clawing at her, and thrust her hips backward. The demand for sex overwhelmed her. She knew the Lupine were a sensual people, but had never experienced the clawing ache to be filled like this.

Next he took a small phallus, coated it with oil and parted her ass cheeks.

It hurt a little as he slid the plug inside her. “This will give you more pleasure when I fuck you. It will make you feel even fuller.”

The harsh sound of his breathing mingled with her soft whimpers as he held a hand at the small of her back, ensuring she remained still. Kyle knelt behind her and ran his palms over her bottom. Then he leaned close and nipped her ass, soothing the faint sting with a slow lick.

“Look up at me,” he softly commanded.

Parting her thighs, he pushed the head of his cock against her softness. Arianna stared into the mirror, watching his savage look as he gripped her waist and forced himself into her tight channel. Arousal screamed through her as he worked his way deep inside, the anal plug increasing the pressure as her vaginal walls stretched and admitted him.

“Am I hurting you?”

Wordlessly, she shook her head.

Kyle pushed further inside. “Do you want me to stop?”

Her wolf would not be denied and growled in demand. “No, damnit, will you shut up and fuck me?”

With a soft laugh, he obliged. Gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her skin, Kyle began to pound hard and fast. The musky smell of her arousal mixed with his scented the air.

Caught in the overload of sensual pleasure, Arianna moaned as he sank deep inside her and then withdrew. Arching her back, she tightened her inner muscles as he pushed deep inside. And then he went rigid behind her and barked out a curse, ejaculating streams of hot semen against her womb.

Her vaginal muscles spasmed and tightened around his erection, her own climax bathing her in a rush of heat as she screamed out his name. His harsh cries mingled with her own. Spent and awash in pleasure, Arianna dropped down on the cushion.

Panting, he lay atop her, his heavy weight pressing her down. Kyle murmured endearments as he stroked her hair. He was an amazing lover. He cared about her pleasure. Why then, was he concerned about her reactions to his play house?

There was nothing about him that could scare her, not now. Absolutely nothing.

After, they sat on the thick mattress on the floor, sipping red wine Kyle had found in a cabinet. A pleasant feeling buzzed through her as she drank.

But he kept watching her, as if expecting some reaction. She glanced at his strong, muscled body and giggled. “I’ve never drunk wine in the nude. I’ve never done a lot of things before.”

“There’s one other surprise.”

Frowning at his neutral tone, she watched him take the glasses and put them on the dresser. Her head felt thick and fuzzy. She tried standing but fell back to the mattress.

Kyle loomed over her like a shadow. Arianna’s tongue felt dry and dusty. “You put something in the wine.”

Her voice sounded sluggish and thick. He nodded and squatted down, brushing her hair back behind one ear. “Like you were drugged in the cave, sweetheart. I’m recreating your nightmare.”

“Sadist,” she whispered, trying to focus her muddied thoughts.

“No, Ari. I want you to fight your fears. Sometimes you must face them head on.” He stroked a finger down her cheek. “For me it was facing Tristan as he brought a red-hot poker close to my cheek. For you, it’s being tied up, drugged and helpless.”

“Tristan did that?”

“He didn’t hurt me, just brought it close enough for me to feel the heat. I passed the test that day and you can, too.”

Horror stole over her as he snapped a shackle around her wrist. She was now handcuffed to the wall. Arianna pulled at the chain, but it held fast.

Kyle stood and paced to the other side of the room, his back toward her. And then she saw him change. Thick fur covered his haunches, the pelt stretching down to his knees. His short hair grew, spilling down past his shoulders. When he turned around, his eyes amber, two horns had emerged from his skull, and a short beard covered his strong jaw.