Savage Satisfaction (9 page)

Christoffer’s eyes dilated and his cock rose until it was
nearly pressed to his belly. He undid William’s pants with his teeth.

William shucked his pants and underwear in a single
movement, toeing off his shoes as he did. Christoffer looked up at him, his
lips hovering near the tip of William’s cock.

But this time would be different. With a tug at the
makeshift leash, William ordered Christoffer to his feet and led him to the
bed. The wolf looked from the bed to William. Christoffer held up his hand and
William released the belt, confused but trusting. Christoffer darted into the
bathroom and returned with a bottle of lotion.

With the belt dangling around his neck, Christoffer climbed
onto the bed. He lay on his back and opened his arms.

Doubts had crept into William’s mind, but he pushed them
away.

He came down on the boy, settling into the cradle of
Christoffer’s legs. It was strange but arousing to feel hairy muscled legs
rather than soft slender ones. William paused when his cock brushed
Christoffer’s. It was so alien to William’s understanding of what was sexually
acceptable he nearly pulled away. Christoffer, sensing the problem, propped
himself up on an elbow and kissed William, pulling him down as he did so.

The kiss was rough and passionate. William’s stubbled chin
scraped Christoffer’s soft cheeks. William broke the kiss and Christoffer
stared up at him.

“Tell me you want me,” William demanded.

“I do, I want you. So much.”

William leaned to the side and hesitantly took Christoffer’s
cock in his hand. It was disconcerting to hold another man’s cock, but once he
overcame the strangeness of it all, William was gratified to see how easy it
was to drive Christoffer insane.

He squeezed the shaft as he fondled the foreskin with his
thumb. He worked Christoffer’s cock roughly, with force a woman would never
dare use.

“I can’t,” Christoffer panted, “hold on much longer.”

“Get yourself ready.” William rolled to the side of the bed.
His hand was shaking as he pulled open the drawer with condoms in his bedside
table. He turned back, foil packet in hand, to see Christoffer dripping lotion
onto his fingers.

William half turned away, not sure he was ready to see this,
but made himself turn back. He was done fumbling around. If he was going to
fuck Christoffer he wanted to experience it all. William had never had anal sex
before. The women the Lord of Eahrington dated were not the sort who offered up
their asses.

Christoffer’s eyes were on William as his fingers slid down
his own cock, over his balls to his puckered anus. He rubbed the lotion over
it, then pushed the tip of one finger in.

“Deeper,” William growled, surprising himself.

Christoffer pushed his finger in to the second knuckle.
There were bright spots of color on the boy’s cheeks and his eyes were so blue
they were like flame. He fucked his ass with his finger, adding a second and
pumping them in and out until his hips were rising and falling off the bed.

William grabbed Christoffer’s wrist, jerking his fingers
out. He was surprised to see the boy’s ass gaping slightly open.

More than ready to fuck him, William carefully rolled on the
lubricated condom. Once that was done he knelt between the boy’s legs and
grabbed his hips. With a powerful tug, he pulled his wolf toward him, lifting
his ass up until it rested on William’s thighs.

Using one hand, William angled his cock toward Christoffer’s
ass, pressing the tip against the center of his anus.

With steady pressure William pushed his cock into
Christoffer, enjoying his wolf’s moans. Midway, William had to stop and adjust
his position. Christoffer braced his feet on the bed and levered his ass
higher. William grunted in satisfaction.

This felt good. Very good.

When his cock was fully inside Christoffer, William again
changed his position, sliding his knees out from under so he could lie atop his
wolf.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” William said, wanting to hear
the words.

“Please, fuck me, fuck me.”

“That’s right.” He withdrew his cock. “Beg.” He slammed his
cock in.

Christoffer cried out, moaning, “Yes, oh fuck. Fuck me. Your
cock. Fuck, fuck me!”

William’s hips were pistons, driving his cock into
Christoffer’s tight ass. The ring of his anus was like a vise around William’s
cock, and when he pulled back enough it clamped around the head, sending waves of
pleasure up William’s back.

William knew his orgasm was close, knew it was waiting.

He bent his head, resting it against Christoffer’s sweaty
chest. Panting, he thrust in and out, savoring each sensation. The scent of
wood and earth rose heavily from Christoffer.

Christoffer shifted, raising his belly so that his cock,
which was pressed between them, was being stroked by William thrusts.

“I’m close,” William said, raising his head to look at the
boy.

“Me too,” Christoffer whispered, his accent now thick as
honey.

William repositioned his elbows and dug his toes into the
bed. He pulled completely out, then slammed his way in again. They both cried
out as William’s cock pounded in and out of Christoffer.

William came, neck straining as he pumped once, twice and
stilled. Mindful of Christoffer’s pleasure, William lifted his belly enough to reach
Christoffer’s cock. Thumb on the tip, fingers around the shaft, William brought
Christoffer to climax with a few strokes.

Christoffer’s seed splattered along his belly.

William withdrew his cock from Christoffer’s ass and flopped
down to lie beside him.

The sound of their panting breaths filled the air. William
looked up at his ceiling, marveling at how different his life had become.

Christoffer disappeared into the bathroom, returning with
chest, cock and hands clean. William had been half afraid the boy would want
him to lick the semen off his chest but, to be honest, the thought disgusted
him. Apparently he wasn’t that gay yet.

Christoffer pulled the condom off William’s cock and carried
it away. William grunted in thanks.

Was he gay?

Had he been living in the closet all these years, as
Christoffer insinuated?

Christoffer returned to the bed and William tensed,
expecting a teasing comment, a question, something. Instead Christoffer lay
back, hands behind his head. William relaxed.

It was true that William had never married, but that was
because he hadn’t wanted to have a family when his Hunting Pair arrived. He’d
wanted to wait until after they were perfectly trained before bringing any
other humans into the situation.

Thoughts of the Hunting Pair led him to remember Mirela. His
cock had been hard since the moment he’d slipped the hood onto her. He enjoyed
controlling her, enjoyed how helpless she was, hooded and bound. She’d been
unspeakably beautiful with her hands above her head, body flushed with arousal.

His cock twitched as he remembered it.

Not gay then…

“I’m not gay,” William said out loud.

“I didn’t think you were,” Christoffer replied.

William decided not to remind the wolf that he had indeed
accused William of being gay. And old.

“I am attracted to you,” William admitted with British
fortitude.

“I guessed.” There was a hint of a smile in Christoffer’s
words, but when William looked over he was unsmiling.

“Therefore, I am…straight, with an exception for you.”

“Just me?”

“Yes.”

Now Christoffer was smiling. “I can live with that.”

William lay awake long after the wolf had fallen asleep.

Mirela woke at the touch of lips on her cheek. She took a
deep breath, scenting the air.

“My lord?”

“Yes.”

Clicks and rattles precipitated the release of her arms and
legs. Mirela moaned and she curled into a ball, her stiff arms and legs
protesting the movement.

“If you behave I will let you sleep unbound.”

“Thank you, my lord.”

“You may call me Master while we are training. When in front
of others you will refer to me as ‘my lord’.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good.”

Hands on her arms guided her to sit up. The hood aggravated
her. How could she feel fully awake if she never got to open her eyes?

Irritated, she tugged at the bottom edge, trying to peel it
up enough to get a hint of light.

“Mirela,” William barked, “come here.”

“But I can’t see.”

“Then follow my voice.”

Mirela inched off the bed until her bare toes touched the
floor. Her jesses jingled merrily with each move she made.

“I’m here. Come to me, my falcon. You’re doing beautifully.”

William’s monologue allowed her to find him. She nearly
tripped over the edge of the carpet but caught herself. Her hand touched
something warm and hard. Her fingers went exploring, finding the curve of
William’s shoulder, his neck, face.

“How did you sleep?” he asked.

“It was hard to get comfortable when I couldn’t move.”

“Then you will have to work hard to please me, won’t you?”
She could hear the frown in his voice.

Mirela winced, knowing she’d said the wrong thing, again.
Blind as she was, she wouldn’t be able to look to Christoffer for help. Was
Christoffer here? She took a deep breath but didn’t catch the scent of forest
she associated with him.

Thinking of the wolf made her want to ask what he and
William had done last night but she bit her tongue.

Obedience
, she reminded herself.

“I will do my best to please you, Master.”

He cupped her chin and stroked her cheek. “You’re a
contradiction.”

“I don’t mean to be,” she said, worried. “I am only what I
am.”

“You’re right, and I’m the one who needs to remember that.
You must be hungry this morning.”

“Oh I am.”

He took her hand, leading her through the dark. When they
stopped, he dropped her hand. “Kneel.”

She carefully knelt, afraid of bumping into something she
couldn’t see. William’s hand landed on her shoulder, telling her he was close.
She reached out, finding him only a foot away. Scooting closer, she explored
his position with her hands and fingers, discovering that he was seated.

Her fingers accidentally brushed his crotch and she was
startled to feel a bulge there. Mirela snatched her fingers back.

The moment he saw her, his cock was hard. There was
something primitively satisfying about looking down at a beautiful woman in
bondage. Her skin was pale and pretty, her hair long and dark.

She needed a shower but he would leave that to Christoffer,
whom William had decided to designate as her primary caretaker.

When she knelt at his feet, her innocent fingers
accidentally brushing his cock, he had to remind himself that he needed to train
her more than he needed to teach her to suck his cock.

Catching her hand, he set it firmly on his leg.

“Falcons were fed from their lord’s hand. That’s how you’re
going to eat.”

“Yes, Master.”

He took a cube of cheese from the plate at his elbow and pressed
it to her lips. She carefully took it from his fingers, chewing quickly.

“Mmm, cheese.”

“Here, some meat.” He placed a bite-sized bit of cold ham
against her lips. Again she took it carefully, eating quickly.

Watching her lips move, her tongue darting out to lick away
each taste, was driving him crazy, but he needed to finish feeding her before
he did anything else.

Bite by bite he fed her, teaching her that if she was to eat
it would be by his will and from his hand.

Was he going to have sex with her? The idea made him feel
twitchy after last night. He’d never been a promiscuous man, preferring to jack
off in the shower if the need arose at an inconvenient time. He’d never hopped
between different partners’ beds, and if he fucked Mirela…

She was no longer gobbling down her food, so William slowed
the pace.

“Master? I’m thirsty.”

Without a word he stuck a straw in the water bottle beside
the plate and held it to her lips. She drank, sighing when she was done.

“Are you full?”

“Yes, thank you.”

William wiped his fingers then removed her hand from his
leg. “Shall we train you a bit?”

“Whatever you want, Master.”

He needed to remember to give orders, not ask questions.
Annoyed with himself, he barked, “Stand, put your hands behind your head.”

She climbed to her feet—all long limbs and swirling hair.
When she laced her fingers together behind her head it lifted her breasts,
showing off the pale undersides.

“Turn.”

Her ass was high and tight with muscle. She was slender, not
just because of her youth but because of physical activity. The evidence was
there in the long lines of muscle that roped her arms, legs and belly.

William felt a twinge of guilt for having kept her cooped up
inside for so long. It would not always be so, he assured himself.

“Face me.”

Her lips were parted, her breathing slow and even. Her
movements were increasingly graceful as she grew used to the hood. The bells on
her jesses jingled happily as she moved.

William stood and wrapped one arm around her waist, bringing
their bodies close enough for her nipples to brush his chest. The pink buds
pebbled.

“You are my falcon,” he whispered, letting his breath wash
over her face. The falcon training guide had emphasized the importance of
teaching the falcon to recognize the voice and scent of the falconer.

“With me you will fly. You will soar through the sky. Then
you will return to me, fly home to me where you are safe.” He rubbed the small
of her back. “You will be safe with me. Do you want to fly for me?”

“Oh yes, oh I do.”

“Tell me what it’s like to fly.”

“The air is cold and hard, but alive. I can fly above the
soot and see for miles. The mountains seem small when I fly. I can send the
world, and all the things in it that scare me, far away.” Her head tipped back
as if she were looking at the sky. “When I’m flying I’m not lonely, even though
I’m alone.”

Her head swiveled down, sweeping side to side. “Then, just
there, I see something, something to eat. I dive, whirling so I can watch it.
The ground is pulling me down but I am in control. Maybe it runs and I chase
it, skimming the ground, then, like this, I slow.”

She dropped her hands from behind her head and held them out
at her sides, palms facing forward, fingers spread. “Then I snatch it from the
grass. Sometimes I hunt for fun, so I let it go. Other times I tear into it.
Then I’m in the sky again. I love to fly in a storm. It’s dangerous, other
falcons won’t do it, but I like to fly in the clouds that are wet with rain and
feel the crackle of power. If humans knew the anger of the clouds they would be
afraid.”

William was thunderstruck by her words. They painted a
picture so vivid he could see the landscape falling away beneath him as he rose
into the air. He could smell the storm clouds and feel the crackle of
electricity.

It was no wonder she’d fought so fiercely to be free, if
this was what she experienced when she flew.

The same feeling he’d had with Christoffer in the forest
filled William. It was as if he was touching something just beyond human
understanding.

He could think of no way to express it but to kiss her.

William cupped her head, fisting his other hand against her
back, and kissed her so hard her head bent back. Mirela gasped against his lips
and he took advantage of it, plundering her mouth with his tongue.

Suddenly her arms wrapped tight around his neck and she
pushed up onto her toes. Her tongue dueled with his, finally finding its way
into his mouth to taste him.

Yes, yes.

He grabbed her ass, lifting her from the floor. Mirela
wrapped her legs around his hips, their kiss never breaking. William staggered
to the bed and dropped her down on it, coming down on top of her.

“You are mine,” he growled.

Unlike Christoffer, she did not acquiesce easily. “Make me
believe it,” she demanded.

With a growl, William grabbed her wrists, hooking his
fingers through the rings on her jesses. She struggled, though not with any
real desire to get away. He didn’t want to handcuff her to the bed, he had
other plans for her.

He released her for a minute to shuck his pants. Standing by
the bed, he grabbed her by the waist and took her nipple in his mouth. She
cried out, her legs falling open. William wasted no time pressing his fingers
between the lips of her sex.

Her nails dug into his back, her breath came in pants and
her lips were beautiful.

Grabbing his cock, he pumped it a few times even as he raised
her to a sitting position.

“Today you are going to pleasure me.”

He pulled her head down and brushed his cock against her
cheek. Mirela jumped, trying to pull back. “No,” he snapped. “You will take it
in your mouth. Lick me, then suck on it. Do not bite or scrape me with your
teeth.”

He pressed the tip of his cock into her mouth.

This was diabolically cruel. The girl was a virgin, she
probably didn’t even know things like oral sex existed, but he wanted to feel
her lips around him too much to be able to offer her any leniency.

Mirela’s tongue touched the slit at the tip of his cock and
he moaned in pleasure. Slowly, but with growing confidence, she began to toy
with his cock. She had no idea what she was doing but her innocent explorations
were incredibly pleasurable. Her fingers danced up and down his length, petted
his balls, then squeezed his shaft. She kept the tip in her mouth, toying with his
foreskin with her tongue.

She sucked on the tip and at the same time she squeezed the
shaft, causing him to almost come. William yanked his cock from her mouth.

Her ministrations hadn’t calmed him. He felt more wild and
brutal than he had before.

“I want to fuck you,” he said, pushing her down.

“Yes, Master.”

Her obedient response gave him pause. “This is not an order.
If you don’t want this, I’ll stop.” He held his breath.

“I do want this,” she said, and he wished he could see her
eyes and read the truth there. “I am yours, for the rest of my life. I did not
long for boys like the other girls, but I do want to know what the girls who
get married know. I did not expect it, but if you want to have sex with me,
then I want you to do it. From what Christoffer said it is very fun.”

“Christoffer… Jesus.” William scrubbed his hand over his
face. The wolf had explained sex to her? Well, at least she wouldn’t be shocked
by what was about to happen. “I do want to have sex with you.”

She reached for him, nearly smacking his injured cheek.
William caught her hand and, without thinking, brought it to his lips, kissing
the center of her palm.

The world slowed and stopped for a moment. William’s heart
trembled, his chest nearly aching with a sudden emotion he wouldn’t, couldn’t
name.

Trying to shake the feeling that something had changed, he
latched on to her breast, sucking hard on her nipple. Mirela cried out, her
hands fisting his hair. He lightly bit her nipple, flicking it with his tongue
as his fingers pinched and rolled the other nipple.

Her legs were thrashing, her hips lifted. “I want to feel
what I did yesterday.”

“Yes, we both will,” he assured her, kissing a path up her
neck. He dipped his fingers into her sex. She was dripping wet.

Fumbling in his eagerness, William grabbed a condom from
beside the bed, rolled it on and positioned himself between her legs.

“Hook your legs around my waist. This might hurt.”

William eased his cock in. She was hot and tight. Mirela’s
mouth opened and closed and her head rolled slowly from side to side. Finally
she let out a little whimper.

“Ow! It hurts.”

“I know,” he panted. God, she felt good, so tight.

Mirela shifted beneath him. “It hurts.”

“It will get better.”

“I don’t know if I like this.” She wiggled some more.

“Mirela, be still.”

“It hurts.”

Afraid he’d lost her, William rolled, holding their hips
together so she stayed on top. She curled up on his chest, making soft
sniffling noises. His cock was still inside her.

“I didn’t know it would hurt.”

“It won’t ever hurt again, unless you want it to.”

“Want it to?”

Bloody fool, one thing at a time.
“Has the hurting
stopped?” he asked, brushing her hair off her back and petting her shoulders.

“A bit.”

The need to dominate and fuck her had fled to be replaced by
the need to comfort and protect her.

“I want you to be happy,” he said, stroking her cheek with
one curled finger. He winced, what was he saying? But the words had not been a
lie.

Where had this tenderness come from? He barely knew the
girl. But she was beautiful and exotic and passionate. For all his anger over
what she’d done to him, he had to admit that he found it attractive that she’d
been willing to fight. He just wanted that fighting spirit to be his to
command.

He stroked her back.

Mirela turned her head and kissed his chest, then licked his
throat. William froze, letting her explore. She nibbled on the line of his jaw
and sucked his lower lip. He eased her into a sitting position. Mirela’s mouth
formed an O of surprise as his cock shifted inside her.