Were Slave (2010) (10 page)

Though her heart and body wanted to concede, her temper
rose. She wouldn't be forced to do anything. She squirmed and kicked and nearly
pulled her hands free.

"Stop." He readjusted his grip on her wrists and pinned them
to the ground above her head. "Stop, Nayla." His voice softened as well as his
expression. "I don't wish to fight you. You're weak from the trek and I'm
deeply sorry for that. But this battle must end."

"I didn't start--"

"Nayla, love," he whispered in her ear so sweetly, she had
to take in a breath.

"I'm listening."

"Let me have you. Please."

Her heart drummed a beat so loud it reached her head. He was
right. She was too tired to fight. And a large part of her didn't want to
anymore.

Not when his warm lips pressed against her neck. Not when
his tongue licked her thumping pulse. Certainly not when the weight of his cock
sat solidly against her pussy, making her body react. Wetness pooled between
her thighs and her nerves tingled with anticipation.

One glance around the cave assured her no one could see them
from the outside. They had their privacy, their own hideaway. There was no one
to witness her submission. No one to see the Queen yielding to her WereSlave.

WereSlave? Huh. Funny how she no longer liked that term. It
didn't suit Mace. Not even close. He'd warned her from the start he wouldn't be
her slave. How naive she was not to believe him.

Perspiration moistened her cheeks and she was surprised to
find heat had taken the place of cold, warming her from her bones to her
fevered skin. She heaved out a sigh and relaxed her body, letting her heart
have its way, if only for a moment. A glimpse of a life with Mace as her
husband flittered through her mind. It was a mere fantasy, she knew, but God
help her if she didn't fall in love with the idea. No matter how hard she fought
her feelings, deep down she wanted to be Mace's wife. His partner. She wanted
to lay with him at the end of the day, knowing their lives would forever be
entwined. He would be hers and she his. And no one and nothing would stand in
their way. Together, they could be a force to be reckoned with.

If only she weren't a Queen, responsible for her country and
he a drifting Were, responsible for his pack. If only they could have a common
path.

His mouth traveled down her chest, licking and kissing a
heated trail to her swollen breast. The long locks of his hair, still damp from
the rain, prickled her skin with its skimming touch. She hissed in a breath as
his lips brushed her nipple. It beaded so painfully tight she swore it would
burst if he didn't give it his attention. When he drew the nub into his hot
mouth, a sharp surge of warmth shot straight to her pussy and she bit into her
lip to keep from screaming.

She watched his handsome face as he sucked on her bosom with
a hungry eagerness. His tanned face was slightly stubbled, softly scratching
her pale flesh. The angle of his strong jaw tensed as he drew her harder into
his mouth. How had she ended up here with this god of a man appreciating her
body? Was it luck or misfortune? She didn't want to know.

His grip loosened on her wrists, freeing her, as he edged
down her body. Moist, firm lips seared her belly then moved lower to gently
kiss her mound. A low growl rumbled from his throat, reverberating across her
body. She shivered at the mixture of aggression and tenderness, as if he were
having a difficult time containing his lust.

"I'm so hungry for you," he said in a deep, penetrating
voice that she felt from her ears down to her aching pussy. His tongue slipped
through her folds to taste her clitoris.

"Ah." She arched her back and spread her legs wide, needing
so much more.

"Is this what you want, love? For me to fuck you with my
mouth?"

"Yes." She gulped and attempted to calm her breathing.

"Yes, what?" He flicked her with another teasing lick.

Damn him. Did he want to see her beg?

Fine. Whatever it took.

"Yes, I've never wanted you more. Please, I beg you."

"Ah, love, you don't need to beg." He hit her with one of
his devastating smiles. "You just need to desire it, that's all. Now, lay your
head back. I'm going to make you feel so good you'll forget where we are."

She didn't dare argue. She dropped her head onto the hard
ground and waited for the pleasure she'd grown accustomed to receiving from
this man. A pleasure she never wanted to lose.

He gripped her waist and tilted her hips up for a better
view. His breath was hot against her flesh as he breathed in her scent. She
loved that he used his senses when making love to her. How he took the time to
linger and enjoy her body. To be desired so thoroughly, so intensely, made her
inhibitions dissolve.

Give in to him? Let him have her? Did she even have a
choice?

She loved him. She loved everything about him.

He spread her folds with his thumbs and dragged his tongue
along her pussy to her clitoris. Once, twice and again. Then he flicked it
along the sensitive nub, driving her mad. The tingling sensation built up in
her core. She dug her heels into the dirt and arched up higher. Whimpers
escaped her lips as he slanted his tongue into her pussy and firmly fucked her
entrance.

"Ah, Mace. You're so good." She clasped her hands over her
breasts and massaged the soft mounds, pinching her nipples.

"That's it, Nayla. Pleasure yourself." He eased her bottom
onto the ground and moved over her. The heat of his body covered her as his
mouth found hers. His kiss was lusty and urgent, as was her response. She
sucked his tongue into her mouth, tasting her own earthy flavor mixed with his
natural enchanting essence. The combination was something to savor. Heavenly.
Addictive.

His cock pressed against her ripe pussy. He slid it along
her center, teasing and tempting.

"Please, fuck me, Mace." She reached up to push his damp
hair behind his ears so she could clearly see his face. His leaden eyes stared
back at her. The brilliant blue irises flickered with a promise of ecstasy
while his lips curved into a devilish half-smile.

"Give me your hand." He grasped her palm and sat up briefly,
moving her hand between her thighs. "I want you to feel me making love to you."

Nayla knew all too well what he was up to. He was taking
delight in mesmerizing his prey. He wanted her to feel the tangible evidence of
her giving in to him outside her castle walls. He was taking her on his terms,
in his arena and having a wicked time of it too.

And she didn't give a damn.

Her mind was floating somewhere above them, useless, while
her body and heart took charge. She cupped her mound and allowed her fingers to
bracket her pussy's entry. His hardened shaft was silky and firm as it slid
into her oh-so slowly, her fingers brushing the texture of him and her slick
channel taking him in inch by inch.

He filled her completely until his tightened testicles
pressed against the back of her fingers. Her pussy wept with joy at having him
inside her so fully. He prodded her innermost wall and her womb reacted,
spiraling and coiling. Heating and sparking every one of her nerves.

"Mace," she moaned. "Oh, God."

"Yes, love. Let me know how it feels. Give me all of
yourself."

She slid her other hand down his back to his firm ass and
squeezed. "You can have me. Just, please, continue."

He chuckled and kissed her lips. Then slowly eased his cock
from her pussy. Her fingers grazed his slippery hard shaft and she could almost
swear he pulsated against her touch. He pulled out until she felt the ridge of
his head, then he drove back in, faster this time.

"Do you like how I feel when I'm fucking you, Nayla?" His
voice was rough, wild.

"Yes," she said, breathless, her body humming. "I love it. I
want more." She dug her nails into his backside, urging him to continue.

"Of course." He tugged her arms up and pinned her hands
above her head again.

Any protest she might have had scrambled away as he began
pumping into her quivering pussy. The spiraling orgasm that had begun came back
with a vengeance as he glided into her welcoming channel. She clenched down on
his erection as he entered her, indulging in how his cock curved in just so. Up
and out, in and down. He hit her G-spot over and over, winding her insides.

Her breath came in pants. "Yes. Oh, God, yes!"

She wrapped her legs around his and met his thrusts, earning
her a feral groan from deep in his chest. Her hips ground against him and a
raging storm rolled through her from the back of her eyelids to her core.
Lightning pinpricked her nerves and her womb melted. She felt her body tense
then slack as she rode the tantalizing currents.

He shuddered as he came into her, pushing her through one
last crashing wave. She crumpled onto the ground and smiled, almost laughed, at
how her body liquefied under his command.

"My mate." He nuzzled into her neck. "You smell delicious
after you cum. Did you know that?" His eyes were closed as he crawled down her
body, his nose and lips grazing her skin.

"What are you doing, silly?" She giggled yet struggled to keep
her eyes open. The exhaustion had taken its toll, along with the exquisite
orgasm Mace had just given her. But she wanted to stay awake, to savor this
moment before the harsh reality took its place.

"Just want a taste of you. My dessert, if you will."

She laughed and her heart swelled. No, there was no doubting
her love for him.

His warm tongue lapped at her pussy, licking their tangible
passion as if it were the finest chocolate. Delightful aftershocks tingled at
her core and she sighed with contentment.

"Mmm," he murmured and moved a little lower, shocking her.
His tongue teased her sensitive anus, flicking and laving at her entrance.

A new and fabulous sensation built in her center and any
self-conscious thoughts fizzled. "Mace," she said, holding back a whimper. "Do
you want me there?"

He kissed her responsive flesh before smiling up at her.
"Yes, very much so. But not today. You need your rest."

She bit back her disappointment. "Will you lay with me?"

"I will. Until you fall asleep." He moved to spread out next
to her. His strong arm held her close.

She snuggled up against his steely body, feeling safe in his
arms. For now.

Nayla sat by herself in front of the campfire watching and
waiting for Mace to come back from his trek. He'd left her with a kiss and a
promise that he'd return well before sunrise. When she'd asked him where he was
going, he'd refused to answer, only telling her that she'd be safe and warning
her not to attempt an escape.

A new surge of anger flamed her cheeks and she crushed
another dry leaf in her hand. Confused and irritated, she wondered for the
hundredth time how he could go from warm and adoring to commanding and superior
in a matter of moments. Add the fact that he'd left her alone with the three
females from his pack and she might as well forget sleeping. She'd gotten only
a couple hours of rest after the encounter in the rock shelter.

Her insides heated at the memory of Mace's unrelenting
passion. She couldn't deny her love for him no matter how angry he made her. No
matter that he'd taken her from her home.

Her home. Another emotion, sadness, took hold of her but she
held back the tears burning at the back of her eyes. She'd stay strong. She was
still Queen of Paqualette, after all, and crying wasn't an option.

She certainly hadn't cried when Livia had woken her abruptly
and helped her wash up and dress--per Mace's orders. The Were hadn't seemed
happy about the task and Nayla had had to bite her tongue to keep from having
it out with the female wolf. She wasn't used to being treated as a commoner--no,
less than a commoner.

But then Nayla remembered the harsh reality--the reason
behind Livia's anger. Nayla had imprisoned her pack, leaving them for dead in
the castle's dungeon. She couldn't help but wonder if she'd ever be forgiven
for her ignorance.

Or if they wanted revenge.

A chill crept up her spine but she didn't dare glance around
to catch the attention of the three Weres left at camp. Would they want her
punished for her actions? Why wouldn't they? Wouldn't she do the same for her
people?

How would she have known any better, though? Her only
experience with a werewolf had left her an orphan. And all the tales she'd
heard of the savage war with the Weres hadn't helped with her judgment then--or
now.

The sound of leaves crunching startled her from her thoughts
and from the corner of her eye, she saw one of them approach in its wolf form.
She shivered and tried to gulp down the heavy knot of fear in her throat. What
was taking Mace so long?

The sandy-haired werewolf wasn't as large as the others.
Nayla guessed it was Blanca, the petite blonde with the cute heart-shaped face
and amber eyes that reminded Nayla of autumn leaves. Blanca had been the
kindest to Nayla so far. Well, she'd been the one who didn't seem to loathe her
very presence.

"Did you eat?" Blanca's usual soft voice came out in a
gravelly tone.

Nayla relaxed a little and faced the Were, who looked more
like a friendly dog. "Yes, thank you for asking." The cooked rabbit churned in
her stomach but at least they hadn't expected her to eat it raw.

Blanca sat on her haunches close to Nayla's side. Nayla had
an urge to reach out and pet the soft coat of fur, but thought the Were might
find it condescending.

"Are you frightened of me, Nayla?" Blanca's amber eyes met
her dead on.

How could she answer this without offending? Before she
could stop herself, she began to blather. "I'm only fearful of what I don't
know. I had an awful experience as a child. It skewed my judgment of Weres
and," she blew out a calming breath and straightened her posture, "I apologize
to you and your pack for hurting and imprisoning you. I hope that someday you
can forgive me."