Wolf Song (5 page)

She let out a soft moan as he finger-fucked her. Sticky cream oozed over his hand. He removed his fingers briefly to lick her essence from them, then plunged them back inside. She began moving against his hand as the heat between them rose.

“Mm, baby doll, you’re hot and sweet,” he murmured.

“I want you again already,” she barely whispered.

He fingered her a little longer, thoroughly enjoying the feel of her hot, wet depths. When she was literally dripping with cream, he eased his hand away and took hold of his cock. She automatically spread her legs when he rubbed the slippery head against her opening. He groaned with need. The urge to thrust hard and fast nearly overtook him but he would not be rough with her—ever.

He moved the head up and down in vertical motion between her creamy thighs. She lowered her upper body and spread herself wider, clearly ready for the taking. Her scent teased his senses. He dipped his head to taste her again. His tongue gathered a surge of female ejaculate into his mouth.

Fucking hell, she’s so ripe.
His cock twitched. He teased them both into a frenzy with her begging him to take her and his cock pulsing for relief. Still, he summoned self-control. For her to receive a vaginal orgasm in this submissive position, especially regarding her past, she’d need to be on the brink of climax before he pushed inside. He wanted to give her ultimate pleasure—to let her feel him come inside while she herself came with him.

His finger delicately stroked the hard bud, then dipped below to slide between the silken folds again. She quivered beneath him, riding his hand like a woman in heat. Thick secretions dripped from her luscious pussy. He stared hungrily at the swollen pink flesh while stroking deep inside. She was fully lubricated, spread wide before him. He licked his lips, unable to tear his gaze away from her gorgeous body. But the sudden tightening around his fingers jarred his senses. His woman wanted to come.

Moving his hands to the front of her hips, he leaned forward and held her steady while nudging his rock-hard cock between those satiny folds. She gasped slightly as his full length worked its way in. Tight, wet and hot, her pussy swallowed every inch of his cock, burying it in velvety heat. He began to thrust. Instinctively she kept pace with him. They merged into a steady rhythm.

As she adjusted to his size and this position, he fucked her with a little more aggression, but kept a constant check on her response. If she exhibited the slightest bit of apprehension, he would back off. To his surprise and his pleasure, she welcomed his dominance and pleaded for more. Her inviting moans heightened his already intensely excited state. He thrust deep, leaning over and nibbling at her back as they made wild love.

“Ohhh…Lorcan!” Her body lurched in his embrace after a lengthy mating. Her pussy clamped around his cock.

“Hell yeah, baby,” he groaned and let himself come.

He held her tight as his cock jerked with force inside, shooting a heavy load into her hot little body. The walls of her pussy contracted around him, making him come harder than ever. She cried out in wild pleasure, gasping for breath. He released a long low groan as they climaxed together. Nothing could be more perfect.

Euphoria washed over him in wave after wave of hot relief. Leaning over her, he supported her body with one hand under her full soft breasts and the other firmly placed below her navel. He dipped one finger low enough to stroke her clit with his cock still buried deep inside.

“Ohhh…yes…” She shuddered again, releasing another surge of cream over his pulsing length.

He thrust slower now, allowing her to come down easy and in her own time. She pushed back against him with each drive until their release was completed. Gradually the spasms subsided, their breathing returned to normal, and she relaxed in his embrace. His erection finally diminished enough to pull out comfortably. He wondered about how she’d respond to his next request.

“Lie back, pretty baby,” he said soft and low.

She gave him a puzzled look, yet did as he requested.

“Your submission to me was very sweet.” He stared into her passion-glazed eyes. “Let me bask in your afterglow.” His hands moved along her inner thighs as he knelt between them.

Obviously understanding what he had in mind, she laid her head back and drove her fingers into his hair. Her long shapely legs fell open. This is what he wanted, for her to relax and enjoy the love of a man without feeling the need to always give back. He longed to claim her in every, make her feel loved and adored.

She released a ragged breath as his head dipped between her legs. He felt all lingering tension leave her body when his tongue slid over her flesh. He licked her clean, tasting every inch of her hot pussy. Her soft moaning floated over him as a beautiful song. Pleasuring her this way drove everything else from his mind. She filled his senses with her enchanting aura.

Burying his face against the silky folds, he pushed his tongue inside to draw her essence into his mouth. She petted his hair with open affection, giving him complete domination over her for the time. He sensed that she’d want to take the lead again, though, which also pleased him. For now, he savored the taste of this pure-hearted woman. She lay open before him as he lapped to his utter content. His craving for the taste of a female had been denied a long time.

He bathed her pussy with his tongue, soothing the flesh that had become swollen and tender from the intense fuck. His cock had grown hard again but he’d not take her another time until he could guarantee her comfort.

“That feels amazing,” she murmured and began to squirm. Her arousal became evident as fresh cream seeped into his mouth.

He slid up her body. “That’s a good thing.” He smiled down at her. “Everything I do to you should feel good.”

“My turn.” A pouty smile touched her lips before she slithered downward.

“You do not need to feel obligated to give back. I love pleasuring you.”

“I don’t feel obligated, not at all. I want you in every way.”

Balancing his weight on hands and knees, he looked down to see what she had in mind. “Hell,” he muttered as she curled both arms around his thighs.

* * * *

Orianna loved the interaction between them. Switching roles was fun and something she’d never been permitted. Lorcan had the body of a Greek god. Her gaze moved over him from below. His black hair fell in unruly layers around his face, just past his collarbone. Long arms braced his muscled body over her. She let her gaze linger on his smooth broad chest, then the washboard abs, before it drifted lower to his sexy navel. From there she drew a deep breath while admiring the inviting love trail that led to his magnificent cock.

She didn’t understand her animalistic response to this man and could only surmise it had everything to do with her journey to the Shasta Realm and their ordained connection.

What she did know was that this imposing male who’d killed her abuser without a second thought had become her hero. She loved everything about him. The demons that haunted him did not frighten her—she had her own ghosts to deal with. Yet fate seemed to have made a way for them to find unconditional love and survive as mates.

He shifted to a kneeling position so that their eyes met. She wrapped the fingers of one hand around his hard length, eager to taste him again. He stroked her hair while watching. After licking every inch, she sucked it into her mouth and moaned. The taste of their combined sex lingered, reigniting the fire in her soul. He cradled her head tenderly in both hands, gently beginning to pump into her mouth.

Urging him on with her eyes, Orianna relaxed her throat muscles to take him all the way in. A euphoric haze flooded his eyes, making her happy that she created that all-consuming look. She had an innate desire to please him as he’d pleased her. Soft grunting floated over her as he spiraled out of control. She sucked harder, all the while watching his face.

With his cock firmly in place, she clutched his taut muscled thighs and silently invited him to let it go. Deep inside, she trusted him, knew he wouldn’t hurt her or do anything that she didn’t want.

“Baby…” he groaned, holding her head, thrusting urgently into her mouth, yet not too roughly. “Fuck…yeah.” He jerked forward.

A stream of hot cum gushed into her mouth. He quickly pulled out in mid-release, then moved her upward. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he drove that massive cock between her thighs while still coming. Spurts of semen jetted against her sex before he penetrated her, making his entry hotter than ever. He thrust hard at first, then slow and easy, withdrawing just far enough to stimulate her clit.

Their lips came together in a scorching kiss laden with passion and perhaps something more.
Love?
The word flashed through her mind. He kissed her with deep emotion. She embraced everything he unleashed from the sweet lovemaking to the moments of wild untamed sex. After all, he was human
and
animal—as was she.

As her tension rose, he met her burning need for release. Taking his time, he stroked that extremely sensitive spot inside her sex with the head of his cock until the wonderful feeling of bliss swept her away again. She screamed her pleasure. He came again, flooding her with liquid heat to make her orgasm absolutely mind-blowing.

Lying in his arms afterward, Orianna gazed up into his captivating eyes. “What would you say if I told you that I’m in love with you? Do you think it’s too soon?”

He flashed a breathtaking smile. “I’d say, you’re lagging behind, baby doll. I’ve been in love with you since the moment we met.”

“I’ve never felt this way about a man.”

“You are a rare gem. For the first time since coming home, I’m glad I didn’t die. I am at peace with you.”

“And I feel safe with you.”

“I have a feeling I’ll want to spend more and more time in my human form again.” He gave her a wink. “I’d much rather make love to you as a man than mate with you as a wolf.”

“I never considered that we could do both. I admit that I prefer you as a man.” Her gaze floated over him. She sighed blissfully. “There is so much to appreciate.”

“Then perhaps I should buy us a house for more comfort.”

“Are you sure you want to return to civilization?”

“With you, yes. We can find somewhere remote to set up our new home, a place where we’ll be
free in both forms.”

She worried about the flurry of activity that would soon flood this area over Zale’s death. “I don’t want you to enter another war because me. Everyone will swarm these woods in search of his killer.”

“I left no human evidence behind, only the tracks of a wolf.” He pulled her closer. “Even so, I understand your concerns. We won’t be free to shift if they launch a wolf hunt.”

“You saved me in so many ways.”

“Likewise, darling, likewise.” He smiled reassuringly. “Don’t worry, my love. I receive plenty of money from my service and I have a generous savings account. How do you feel about relocating?”

“I will go anywhere with you.”

“Just so you know…I’ve never killed anyone outside of battle. But you were right about him. He wasn’t about to let you go.”

“He threatened to come after me, didn’t he?”

“Yeah. I wasn’t about to let that prick hurt you again.”

She snuggled against him, wrapping one arm around his chest, and curling a leg over his waist. “Thank you.”

Lorcan ran a gentle hand over her hair then kissed the top of her head. “As long as you’re with me, nobody will ever hurt you again.”

“Where will we live?”

“How does Montana sound? I’m sure we can find an ideal spread out there. We can shift together when the nights are right and howl at the Northern Lights. Then I’ll take you into our home and make sweet love to you until you drift off to sleep in my arms.”

Ria looked up into his eyes, laying one hand lovingly alongside his face. “The best of both worlds.”

Storm is a multi-published author with various pen names in many different genres with eXtasy Books and Divine Destinies.

Storm has been building her own worlds since grade school. Always the dreamer, never the realist, she takes life one day at a time while battling the daily challenge of Meniere’s Disease.

As an animal activist, Animal Guardian and Ambassador for the ASPCA, she relates better to animals than to people. She never looked back after leaving the farm and prefers indoor activities, especially dancing.

The love of her life was a Bichon named Austin and she believes his spirit is lighting her way. His story and those of several other very special animal friends are featured in her novel,
Rainbows Hearts and Puppy Tales
.

Her wish for you, the reader, is that she can sweep you away from reality for just a while and that you enjoy the experience she has created for you.