Taming Her Heart (7 page)

Her nipple was released, and a deep, gruff voice said, “Let go, Maggie. Come on my hand.”

That was enough to bring her fully awake. Maggie gasped when she realized it was truly Dolf who touched her, not a dream version of him. It hadn’t been a product of her mind. He was stretched out next to her, his fingers deep inside her.

“Dolf,” she said, his name ending on a moan of pleasure as he continued to work in and out of her.

“Mine,” he answered before he sealed her lips with his.

Maggie immediately found herself drowning in the taste of Dolf when he pushed his tongue inside her mouth. He licked and sucked, ramping her arousal even higher. Any protest she might’ve made obliterated into nothing. She could no more deny herself his touch than she could the air she needed to breathe.

Dropping her hands from Dolf’s hair, she ran them over the bare skin of his back. He rolled so he lay half on top of her with a leg wedged between her thighs. He pulled his fingers out of her pussy and used the tip of one to circle her clit. She clutched at him to bring him closer.

Dolf released her mouth and looked down at her. “I want you, Maggie. Please don’t tell me to stop.”

Whether it was because of what Brand had done earlier that day, or the fact the room was bathed in darkness and she couldn’t see Dolf’s face that well, Maggie realized she wanted this as much as he did. Her body was already too primed for him, wanting him to take her.

Taking a page from Cydney’s book, she reached down between their bodies and cupped Dolf’s hard cock. “I want you too.”

A low growl punched out of him as he reclaimed her lips in a kiss that was more demanding, more carnal, than the others. He rocked into her, pushing his shaft harder into her hand. An ache built deep inside her pussy. Dolf wasn’t a small man, by any means. He was thick and long and would fill her up completely.

Once he had her panting, arching against him, Dolf pulled away and tugged her t-shirt up and off over her head. Her pajama bottoms soon followed suit. She would’ve reached for his pants, but he shifted so he lay on top of her, his hips wedged between her legs. He placed kisses along her collarbone, then slowly worked his way downward. As he caressed her sides, Maggie felt his claws against her skin. She knew that was what they were, thanks to Cydney who’d taken it upon herself to tell her what would happen if she ever made love to Dolf. Surprisingly, Maggie didn’t feel freaked out. Lost in what he did to her, the sensation only seemed to add to her pleasure.

Lower he went, licking and kissing. Her stomach muscles quivered when he swirled his tongue into her bellybutton. By the time he reached her pussy, Maggie clutched the sheets beneath her to stop herself from moving. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears, her body coiling tighter in anticipation as she waited for Dolf to touch her where she ached the most.

“I have to taste you,” he said in a hoarse voice. “I’ve dreamed of taking you with my mouth for too many nights to count.”

“Do it,” she panted, “now.”

Another low growl rumbled out of Dolf just before he licked her pussy from bottom to top. He pushed up her legs and spread her wider, then devoured her, pushing his tongue into her sex. Maggie moaned, grinding against him as he lapped up her juices. It wasn’t until he alternated between laving her clit and sucking on it did she feel her climax build. He growled again, the sound vibrating against her small bundle of nerves, which was enough to send her over the edge into release. Moaning Dolf’s name, she sank her fingers into his hair and held him to her as her inner walls clenched and released around nothing.

Dolf kept licking her until the last tremor subsided. He then rose between her legs and roughly undid his jeans. Even though she’d come, Maggie still want him, all of him. With hands that shook from the orgasm he’d given her, she tugged at the waistband of his pants, helping him take them off. Once he was as naked as she, Maggie wrapped her fingers around his straining cock. She pumped it up and down, the pre-cum leaking from the tip acting as a lubricant.

He groaned and rocked his hips. “I don’t think I can hold off anymore, Maggie. I have to be inside you.”

“Yes,” she said on a sigh.

She released his cock as Dolf shifted to lay between her spread thighs. The head of his shaft brushed up against her slick opening. They both moaned as he worked his way inside her pussy, inch by inch. Once he was fully sheathed, he set a steady pace of advance and retreat.

Maggie closed her eyes, reveling in the feel of Dolf’s cock filling her, deliciously stretching her core. The friction his erection caused along her inner walls, and against her clit with each stroke in, caused her body to become flooded with pleasure.

In and out, Dolf moved. Maggie wrapped her legs around his waist as he fucked her. The sound of their harsh breathing filled the room. She felt her body coiling tighter, readying itself for the onslaught of another orgasm. She tightened her pussy around Dolf’s plunging cock, eliciting a deep groan from him. His strokes became faster, his shaft growing harder.

“Come for me, Maggie,” he panted. “I want to feel your pussy clutching my cock.”

Maggie matched Dolf stroke for stroke and angled her hips so he rubbed her where it felt the best. Then with a quick indrawn breath, her climax tore through her. With a keening moan, she gave herself over to it. It seemed to go on and on forever.

Dolf took her harder, faster, straining for his own release. His erection grew even harder until it reached the point where their bodies became locked together. He supported his upper body with his hands and growled as he came, filling her with his cum. He collapsed on top of her, but held most of his weight on his bent arms, perhaps so he wouldn’t be too heavy for her. Dolf gave her a soft kiss, then moaned again as another jet of sperm hit her cervix. Maggie lifted her hips and found that his shaft didn’t move inside her.

She swallowed, still fighting to catch her breath from the mind-blowing orgasm he’d given her. “You really do…swell up.”

He kissed the tip of her nose. “Yeah. You okay with it? Not that I can do anything about it, since you’re my mate, and I’ll always react this way when we have sex.”

Maggie sucked in a breath as she felt his cock pulse again. “It seems Cydney has done a good job of preparing me for this. I knew it would happen.”

“Cydney told you what it would be like to sleep with me? I would’ve thought that you would’ve told her you didn’t want to hear it.”

She chuckled. “I did, the first three times she tried. By the fourth, I figured it would be easier to let her have her say and be done with it.”

Dolf rolled them so he lay on the bottom with her sprawled along him. Even though he still came in half minute intervals, his cock was slowly softening. He reached up and brushed a lock of hair off her forehead, then continued to play with the strands. “I have to ask. How did you end up sleeping in my bed?”

Maggie pushed up to a sitting position. The swelling having gone down enough, his cock slipped free of her body. “What did you just ask?”

“Why are you in my bedroom, sleeping in my bed?”

“Cydney told me this was the guestroom.”

Dolf chuckled. “No, it isn’t.”

“Oh, she’s a dead woman. She lied to me.”

“Are you only mad at Cydney because she used devious means to get you in my bed, or because we ended up making love?” Dolf held himself perfectly still, as if her answer could hurt him.

After the great sex they’d had, there was no way Maggie would tell him she hadn’t enjoyed it. For one thing, she wasn’t like that. And another, she had a feeling now that she’d slept with Dolf, he wouldn’t allow her to go back to the way things had been between them.

Maggie leaned down and gave him a light kiss, which turned into a lingering one when he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her so she lay flush on top of him. Once he let her up for air, she said, “I’m not really mad, just ticked a bit. And only because Cyd set me up, not because of what we did.”

Dolf ran a hand down her back until he reached her bottom, which he then squeezed. “I can’t help noticing you aren’t afraid of me anymore. What happened to change that? Not that I’m complaining.”

“I think it had to do with Brand coming to see me today at my house.”

Maggie found herself unceremoniously dumped onto the mattress when Dolf pushed her off him before he got out of bed. A second later, she squinted as her eyes tried to adjust to the room’s bright light, which he’d crossed the room to switch on.

“Brand visited you at your parents’ house? Today?”

Dolf stood there in all his naked glory. With the room no longer dark, Maggie had no problem seeing his well-muscled body. It was a sight to behold. She ran her gaze over him, finding it hard to focus on what he said, especially when she landed on his flaccid cock.

“Maggie,” he said with an exasperated edge.

“Huh?” she asked, looking up at his handsome face.

“Brand. I asked you about Brand.” He walked back over to the bed and stood in front of her.

“Oh. Sorry. After seeing you and Chris at the coffee shop, I returned home to find Cydney and Wulfric there, talking to my mum. Brand was there as well, in wolf form. Mum thought he was a dog.”

“What did he do?”

“Nothing really. Cydney had me take him to the back garden where he gave me what I would call some ‘shock therapy.’”

“Describe this ‘shock therapy.’”

“Well, he basically kept shifting in and out of his wolf form until it no longer bothered me. He then moved on to his werewolf one, forcing me to really look at him. To see I was in no danger. I can’t say I feel as easy with that one as I am with the wolf, but I’m no longer terrified.”

Dolf shook his head and groaned. “Brand should’ve kept his nose out of it. There was a good chance it could’ve backfired on him, and you could’ve ended up even more fearful than before.”

She grabbed his hand and tugged him back onto the bed with her. “It didn’t, so don’t go putting your nose out of joint about it.”

“So you won’t mind if I do this then.”

Dolf’s body blurred as he went wolf. In this form, his fur was the same reddish brown as his hair. The same dark brown eyes stared back at her, only they were a wolf’s with most of the iris taking up the white. Lying with his back paws under him and his front ones extended, Dolf edged closer, pressing against her body. His fur was soft and he felt warm along her skin. To prove she wasn’t afraid, she reached out and stroked the top of his head. She even scratched behind his ear for good measure.

“See,” Maggie said as she ran her hand down his back. “I’m not running away in fear.”

She then almost took back those words when the wolf’s body blurred and Dolf took on his werewolf form. The bed bounced as he stretched out next to her on his side. A large, clawed hand took hold of her waist and rolled her toward him. Instinctively, she placed her own on his furred chest to keep some space between them. She felt her heart rate speed up.

“Relax, Maggie,” Dolf said in a voice that was gruff and deep. “It’s still me in here. I just look a bit different.”

“That’s it? Just a bit?” she asked incredulously. “I’d say more than that. Your body is covered in fur and you have a wolf’s head. You even have a tail. Not to mention the fact you’re now huge.”

“I’ll take that last part as a compliment to my manhood.”

Maggie smacked Dolf on the chest. “That’s not what I meant.” She would’ve pulled her hand away, but he put his over it to hold it there.

“Touch me, Maggie. You know I’ll never hurt you, even when I’m in this form. I’m not Stephen.”

“I know you aren’t, and that you won’t.”

Dolf waited to see what Maggie would do next. A part of him deep inside breathed a sigh of relief to hear her say she knew he wouldn’t harm her. It was a step in the right direction.

So had been making love. Having Maggie in his arms, sinking his cock into her pussy over and over again, was a pleasure unlike any he’d felt before. It’d been intense, and something he wanted for all eternity. He knew she wasn’t ready to hear that from him yet, so he kept it to himself. But that wouldn’t stop him, come morning, from looking to see if Tiw’s mark had begun to appear on her skin, high up on the right side of her back, near her shoulder. It would look like the one he had on the cap of his left shoulder, only hers wouldn’t be quite so large. Anglo-Saxon in design, the black mark depicted a figure of a stylized man, Tiw, flanked on either side by two stylized wolves standing on their hind legs.

Dolf’s breath caught in his lungs when Maggie finally made a move to touch him as he’d asked. Her hand slid across his pecs to his shoulder and down his arm. Her gaze followed her movements, and he watched her.

After a few more minutes of stroking his upper body, she said, “Your fur feels a lot softer than I thought it would.”

“Touch more of me,” he urged, his voice gruffer than usual. He liked Maggie running her hands over him, even in his werewolf form.

She raised her head and met his gaze as she lifted her hand and stroked along his muzzle. She then continued up until she reached one of his pointed ears on top of his head. Maggie outlined it with the tip of her finger. It tickled when she did that, but Dolf forced himself to remain still.