Werewolf Romance Rough Sex Erotica: Make Her Howl (3 page)

M
y arms went slack right on cue, allowing him to
pull the bra free. The air was
cool on my skin and I shuddered slightly as goose
bumps raced over me, puckering my nipples. Jackson cupped a breast i
n each hand. His thumbs stroked
the tips and my breathing hitched. Som
ething deep inside me tightened
.

He kissed his way down my neck, pressing his lips against my sternum before veering over to take a nipple into his mouth. The sensation was like warm velvet stroking my skin. I gasped when he increased the suction, my hands going up to his shoulders  in an effort to ground myself against the heady pleasure of his touch.

He continued to tease my breasts as he tugged at
the waistband of my jeans
, pulling
the button out of
its loop and pulling down the zipper
. His fingers worked their way inside my
underwear and found
the
cleft between my legs. One lone
finger wiggled into my core, touching the wet heat there.

My knees sagged. If I hadn’t kept such a tight grip on his shoulders, I might have fallen. “Why don’t we go to the bedroom?”
My voice came out as a
strangled
gasp.

He released my breast and straightened up, but his finger lingered at the nexus of my core. “Lead the way.”

I took him by the hand and navigated the short hallway to my bedroom. The room was a mess of boxes, but the bed remained intact. I had considered an air mattress
,
but then rejected it in favor of comfort. Now,
given the circumstances,
I was dou
bly glad I had opted to keep it
.

Jackson pushed me down on the bed and yanked my pants off, tossing them over his shoulder. Eyes locked on mine he leaned down and took the elastic of my panties in his mouth
.
With a low growl that vibrated
over my pubic mound, he pulled them down using his hands on
my hips to aid in their removal.

Letting my panties drop to the floor, he stood and took off his pants, kicking them into a corner. He didn’t wear underwear and my eyes widened when I caught sight of his cock. He was so much bigge
r than I had expected, but
everyone
always
said wolves were well endowed. This was just my first time seeing the truth of that up close and personal.

Catching the expression on my face and the direction of my gaze, he smiled. “Don’t worry. We’ll fit like we were made for each other.”

“Are you sure?”
I tried and failed to hide my concern.

He came onto the b
ed and wrapped my fingers
around his shaft. “Yes.”

I skimmed
the length of him.
He was
soft and hard all at the same time. A pulse throbbed against my palm that gave the illusion of movement, as if he was jumping at my touch. The deepest, darkest
part of me spasmed with need,
jealous of my hand.

Jackson lifted my hand
to his mouth for a kiss. “As you have pointed out, I have some experience in these matters.”

I laughed
, more from nerves than anything else
. “So what do we do now?”

“You just lay back and let me do all the work.”

“That sounds hardly fair.” The memories of every romance I’d ever read
and every movie I’d ever seen
flashed through my mind.
Oh God. This was going to happen. I was the damsel about to be ravished. A tingle went through me at the thought.

“You can pay me back some other time.” A slow smile spread across his lips and he
leaned in
to kiss me and tease
my breasts
with his expert touch
. I gasped and a
rched up against him, nipples hardening
.

Moving down, he replaced his hand with his mouth, s
ealing his lips over each pebbled nub
in turn. His tongue lashed the sensitive tips into stiff, throbbing points. A heaviness filled my breasts and I wondered if this was how his cock felt, all tense and hard, almost bursting with need.

He lifted his head and looked at me. “Close your eyes and focus on your wolf.”

I nodded and quickly shut my eyes. My wolf gave me an impatient look as if scolding me for leaving her alone so long. With a haughty gait, she walked away from me, almost fading into the distance
and then she froze, her ears upright on high alert.  Jackson kissed his way to
my
stomach, his hands caressing me in time with his tongue. When he reached the wet heat between my legs, he kissed the top of my mound
and
encouraged my knees to part
with a gentle nudge
.

Focusing on my legs, he skimmed his fingers across the sensitive skin of my inner thi
ghs and
delved into the hollow behind each knee. I undulated on the bed
, his touch sparking a full body tingle of pleasure
. He lowered
his head, his
mouth burning a trail
up my thigh and
finally to my core. His tongue pressed against my wet entrance, brea
ching it for the first time before swirling
up to the quivering
nub at the top.

My hands fisted in the sheet and my hips rose up off the bed as I gave a soft cry. In the distance of my mind’s eye, my wolf began to run straight toward me, a look of fierce concentration on her face.

Jackson sucked on my clit as he gently
,
but persistently pushed a finger inside me
followed by a second and then a third
. Desire surged in me like a gasoline fed fire. I was hot all over, my body twisting this way and that way, my restless feet searching for purchase on the mattress.
A tight coil of plea
sure wound in my belly and
with one enormous flex it exploded.

I screamed. My wolf gathered her haunches under her and jumped. She sailed throug
h the air, fangs bared
and her eyes gleaming yellow. I flew with her on wings o
f ecstasy
and then s
he seemed to slam into an invisible barrier. The force of her impact shuddered through me, real and tangible in my body. She fell with a yelp and lay still. I stopped breathing, horror rising up to clog my throat.
Was she dead?

“No.” My voice was a mournful cry. Tears filled my eyes and spilled onto my cheeks.

“What is it?” Jackson shifted on the bed and moved up to lay beside me.
“What’s wrong?” Concern filled his voice.

I held up a hand to silence him, not wanting to take my focus off what was happening to my wolf. S
he remained motionless, but after a long moment
I could see her chest rise and fall. She was breathing.
She’s alive, but why didn’t I change?

As if she heard my question, she turned her head to look at me. Her ears were down and back, a sign that she was stressed, but her eyes held alert intelligence.
She stood and gave her body a shake, stretching her back legs behind her. After that, she began to pace again.

“Chloe are you okay?” Jackson touched my shoulder, concerned by my silence.

I held back a sob. “I didn’t change.
She couldn’t break through.”

“Shh.” He pulled me close in a soothing hug. “We’re not done yet.
I haven’t called your wolf, I’ve just woken her up.
”

“How do you know?” My eyes fluttered open to glare at him.

Jackson
shrugged. “
My mom, remember? Besides
I can feel it.
It’s not over yet.
Promise.
”
He kissed my shoulder.
“Are you ready?”

I nodded and he kneeled between my legs, his hard shaft jutting in front of him.

“I’m going to go nice and slow. Just try to relax and focus on your wolf, okay?”

“Okay.” I closed my eyes and my wolf paused in her pacing to give me an arch look. She tried to walk forward but was held back by some unseen force. She tossed her head and walked away, putting some distance between us. I assumed she intended to try and rush me again.

The head of Jackson’
s
cock bumped against my wet entrance
,
and
,
with gentle pressure
,
he won his way inside. It pinched
,
but mostly I felt primal satisfaction at being taken
, as if I had finally fulfilled some ancient purpose.

It took some time
for me to feel pleasure with his thrusts though. It happened in phases. First I had to accustom myself to being stretched  in both width and length. The tearing of my maidenhead was a sharp pain that made me gasp. He paused at that moment and leaned down on his elbows, his abs of iron on top of my soft stomach, to suck a nipple while pinching the other between his fingers. Only when I was fully distracted by all the sensations in my breasts did he resume pumping his hips.

Sitting
up, he reached for the sweet
nub between my legs and stroked it in time with his thrusts. A throbbing heat rose up and overtook any discomfort. I pushed my hips up to meet him on the down stroke. I wanted him to fill me up, to never leave me empty.

Jackson groaned.
“That’s it,
baby. Take all of me
.”

He
increased his pace and I moaned.
Every time he sank himself into me there wa
s a little starburst of ecstasy
. My wolf  began to run, a black speck in the horizon of my mind’s ey
e. At the same time
,
the spiral that would carry
me up to an orgasm tightened.

“
Let’s go deeper
.”
Jackson lifted up my legs, placing them on his shoulder. My eyes opened wide for a second at the change in sensation. He was deeper, longer than before and hitting new nerves that quivered with delicious pleasure.

Once again my hands twisted in the sheets. My back arched up and my wolf seemed to run at light speed. My heart roared in my ears and the smell of sex mixed with fur filled my nose.

The orgasm exploded.
All my muscles flexed, first contracting short and then fluttering in release
. I howled
,
attempting to relieve some of the pent up pleasure before it blew me apart. My wolf had a fierce look of determination on her face as she jumped at me one more time.

I screamed. My body was too
long and too tight. Bones shattered under the strain
and
grew
back
in a new formation. Sharp pin pricks pushed through my skin
while the muscles underneath melted
.
I wanted to open to my eyes,
b
ut lacked the autonomy to do so. I was
at the mercy
of an outside force I couldn’t control.

For however long it went on
in a mind shattering mix of pain and ecstasy. In the distance, I heard Jackson’s voice. “Just
go with it
, baby. Let it happen.”

The sensations were too overwhelming for me to even try to formulate a response. My flesh ripped open like ripe fruit and grew into a new unfathomable shape
, expanding a
n
d
contracting in time with my thundering heart beat. When it finished, I was
an exhausted heap on the bed. I slept, or maybe passed out, I could
n’t say for sure.

When I could finally open my eyes
, morning s
unlight poured through the window in a yellow haze.
I lay still and
blinked until the blurriness at the edges of my vision sharpened into recognizable details; the
stacks of
boxes looming to the side, the rose pattern on my bedspread and the little dots
of dust dancing in the sunlight
.

I sucked in a long drag of air, filling my lungs. The room
smelled like sex. Heavy, hot sex. I sniffed, enjoying the aroma. Jackson woke at the sound, jerking into full consciousness mid snore.

A slow smile spread across his face. “You’re up.”

I tried to talk
, but my voice wouldn’t cooperate
.

“You did it,” he said, patting my head.

Did what
, I wanted to ask, but all that came out were some strangled high pitched sounds.

He pointed at me
. “Look
at yourself
.”

I looked down and saw a dainty paw. Looking behind me, my gaze caught the side of my flank and the tail beyond.