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Wolfman: Encounter
I’d heard the truck return a short while ago. And Mace hadn’t come to find me yet. He’d been gone for more than a day meeting with a coalition of local wolfman packs. To avoid turf wars, they’d met on neutral ground and were to stay until the meeting finished. When talks went bad between packs, blood flowed. Had something gone wrong?
I slammed into the main room, gaze sweeping the room looking for Mace. “Where the fuck is Mace?” A cold knot formed in my gut. Doc, Slade and Hawk weren’t anywhere either. Fuck this looked bad. “What the fuck happened and why didn’t someone come tell me?” Yeah, I sounded like a petulant teenager. So shoot me.
Hound, who’d been with Mace, sauntered down the hall still dripping from a shower. “Mace’s showering. We ran across some rabids and things got messy.”
Well, fuck, that could mean messy blood and guts or messy dirty. “Anyone hurt?”
Hound snickered. “Not on our end, well, a few scrapes here and there but nothing bad.”
Thank Fucking God!
Hound continued. “There weren’t that many of them but they tried to hide in the sewer.”
“Fuckers. They in the shower?”
“Oh hell no! Didn’t even want to bring their stinking hides inside. Hawk and the guys took them to the river first. Smelled like they’d been living down there for a long time.” Disgust wrinkled Hound’s face.
I laughed and headed down the hall. Maybe it was just as well Mace hadn’t come to see me first. The “sewers” in Denver were more storm drains than real sewage. But foul smelling shit still made it’s way into them. Rabids, bat shit crazy or wild wolfmen, weren’t known for being neat and clean. Their lairs smelled of dirty bodies and rotting food more often than not.
RK followed me down the hall to the bathroom and with a wink, blocked the door behind me. Sometimes having a pet wolfman had its advantages.
Mace was alone, leaning against the wall with hot water running down his back. His silky black hair hung in a wet curtain around him. Water glistened over taut muscles. I shucked my clothes as fast as possible without ruining them. Wasn’t like we could run down to the local big box and replace them.
Stepping into the shower, I wrapped my arms around Mace from the back, laying my chin on his shoulder. He leaned his head back and rubbed his cheek against mine in an almost feline move. He pressed his hot muscled back against me. My cock swelled, pressing against his ass. Fucking sweet, hard ass. God I wanted it.
I caressed up and down his chest, stroking away the tension there. He sighed, turned his face to nuzzle in my hair, lip my ear. A shiver of desire raced down to my now hard cock, heating it more.
"Daniel."
Just my name whispered in my ear and I was ready, aching for it. He pressed his ass back, wriggling until my cock lined up with the crack. I rocked my cock between his ass cheeks. Ah, fuck that felt good! He moaned softly, matching my rhythm.
I stroked down to cup his cock with one hand, the other lower to toy with his balls. He whined softly, spradling his legs to give me access as he shut the water off. Others were going to want some soon. It’d be rude to use it all. Tempting, but as pack leaders, it was our job to take care of the pack first.
I stroked downward along his engorged rod. He sucked in a breath; I rolled his balls in my hand. I stroked farther back with just one finger. He shifted wider again.
"Unggnn! Please,” he whispered, holding so still, a faint quiver running through him. It shivered right down to my balls like an electric shock. So fucking hot!
Mace retrieved the lube kept stashed next to the shampoo. We weren’t the only ones who liked to play in the shower. I nearly squirted the whole tube out when he leaned farther against the wall, spreading his feet and offering that fucking sweet ass!
"Mace,” was all I could choke out of lungs suddenly frozen. My cock jumped and a pearl of cum rolled down the head to drip on the floor.
He smiled over his shoulder, yellow gold eyes smoldering with passion. "Fuck me, Daniel. "
"Shit, Oh God, yes!" I ran my hand up his back while the one full of lube greased my cock. I stroked down and spread his ass cheeks with the backs of my hands. I groaned. "Fucking sweet ass, Mace." His tight little hole waited for me. I rimmed it with one finger, slide the other hand between his legs to cup his balls, squeeze the base of his cock. He moaned softly, thrusting back, nearly impaling himself on my finger. I slid it in.
"Ahhh, yesss!" He moaned and whimpered a desperate, needy sound from deep inside him. "Now, hard, Daniel. I need this."
I lined myself up. "You're not going to, you know, wolf out on me this time?" I still remembered that first night. I’d fucked him into the mattress only to have him go alpha dog on me. Although now, the thought of him getting that aggressive in bed didn’t scare me like it did then.
His yellow gold gaze locked on me. "Only if you don't hurry up and fuck me!"
I pushed past the first tight ring of muscle. Holy shit! Hot, tight so fucking hot and tight.
He growled and thrust his ass back, wiggling slightly to take me deeper. I took the hint, grabbed his hips and smoothly pressed in until his ass cheeks nestled in the hollows of my hips, a perfect fit.
"Fuck, oh fuck, Mace!" I wouldn't last long in the heat of his body. My balls ached for release.
Mace whined and rocked his body. Matching his rhythm, I started to pull and thrust. Faster, harder, deeper. Fuck, oh fuck! "Agggnn, Uhnnggnn, yeah, Mace!"
He tensed around me, bearing down on my cock so hard it almost hurt. A low howl rumbled up, his body tensed and jerked with streams of jiz coating the shower.
I pounded him harder, altering my angle until I felt a shudder run through him. Ah, the hot spot.
Growls and moans answered each of my thrusts. I focused on his pleasure, holding off my own as best I could.
All too soon, I felt my balls tight up against me. A sizzle flared from them up my spine and out my cock in a flood of jiz and ecstasy. "Mace! Fuck, God, coming."
"Daniel!" Mace's shout turned to a howl of satisfaction as he came again. His clenching body driving my orgasm on, milking me of every last ounce of cum and strength.
We sagged together against the wall, legs trembling and chests heaving. Slowly, we slid down into a heap on the floor. A little squirming and Mace turned to tug me into his lap. I rested my head on his shoulder and drew a shuddering breath.
“You are fucking amazing!” I nuzzled his neck.
He sighed and kissed the top of my head. “Love you, Daniel.”
I smiled and hugged him harder. “Love you, mate.”
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Rough hands jerked me flat, stretching my chained arms painfully overhead. I fought, even knowing it would do no good. Hard leather straps tightened around my ankles, spreading my legs, baring my puss to their lewd stares.
“Give me what I want or I will let them have you again.” His voice dripped like venom along my skin.
“I canna! Ye ask the impossible.” I’d long since stopped caring about my pride. “Please, I beg you, sire, I speak truth! Please…”
Darkness hid the men, roughened voices cruel with lust, waiting to abuse me yet again. Fear and pain flooded my body, my mind. The first approached at the wizard’s gesture.
“No, please, no!” A rough hand grabbed my breast with bruising force. I yelped, tears tracking through the filth on my face.
* * *
I jerked up in bed, chest heaving, heart pounding -- which was odd since my heart barely beat while I slept the day away. My heartbeat faded to almost nothing, much like a hibernating animal. I suppose that had given rise to the myth that vampires died each sunrise.
It took me a few of those heartbeats to realize the pounding came from my soul mate’s heart, not mine. Six hundred years ago she’d been captured by a mercenary vampire and his battle wizard. The wizard had kept her poisoned and magically bound while he tortured her. That’d give anyone nightmares.
In the weeks since we’d bonded, I’d started sharing her dreams. Vampires don’t dream, and we sure as hell don’t have nightmares! I could have gone the rest of my ageless life without one, thank you very much.
Raven stirred restlessly, soaked in sweat from her nightmare.
“It’s alright, Raven, you’re safe here.” I pulled her close to offer what comfort I could.
Barely awake, she nestled into my arms. I stroked her back soothingly.
“Thank ye, Ilario. Perhaps I should sleep elsewhere so as no to wake you.” She rolled to her back, staring at the ceiling rather than face me.
I chuckled. “And miss an excuse to hold your naked body? Never!“ I tease my hand across her flat stomach. Her breath caught and my cock twitched to life in response. She’d spent much of the week eating and resting to regain the strength she’d lost. She seemed better today; maybe she’d feel up to a little playtime…
She arched her neck into my kiss. “Mmm, that feels good, Ilario. Do na stop.”
I was never one to ignore a lady’s pleas. I let my hand caress its way up to cup her warm, full breasts. The pace of her pulse quickened beneath my lips as I kissed along the large vein of her neck. My fangs erupted, ready to taste the ambrosia of her blood. But after her ordeal, she needed all of it.
The smell of coffee, bacon, eggs, and, I think, toast interrupted. Wulf toed the door farther open and crossed the room with a large bed tray laden with breakfast. Wulf, our werewolf mate, and Raven, had decided to eat breakfast when they woke, regardless of the time of day. Living with a vampire tended to mess with normal habits.
Wulf offered her the tray and then crawled up on the huge bed to join us. While they ate, I ran over the images from her nightmare. Sometimes I could almost see the faces of her tormentors. Nothing I’d love more than to make them pay for what they’d done.
Wulf and I had encouraged her to talk about her past, but so far she’d refused. Perhaps she just needed more time to feel comfortable with us, or maybe she wanted to spare her mates some of her pain. Either way, her refusal had started to piss me off. We’re her soul mates! And knowing a vampire had captured her, I felt sure I would recognize at least some of those bastards.
Maybe that was why she refused to give names.
“Ilario.”
I realized Wulf had called my name at least twice. “Sorry, what did you say?”
“Care to join us for a shower?” He stood in the doorway, gloriously naked, his thick cock already at attention. My own sprang to life in a rush of passion.
“Oh, hell, yes!” I threw off the covers and followed.
* * *
I loved our huge glassed in shower. Double rain heads arched out of either end, leaving plenty of room for two, or even three. Raven stood under one of the heads, eyes closed, head thrown back as the water coursed down her chest. Her copper hair fell along the creamy curves of her back. My cock throbbed, arching up in anticipation.
My attention turned to Wulf, soaking down at the other end. Rivulets of water coursed down his chest, the curly hair funneling it toward his ruddy, hard cock. It split around the broad width before spilling in twin streams off his balls. Blood rushed south and fire filled me. Shit, I loved that man’s body.
I palmed my cock, giving it a firm stroke before stepping in between them. I trailed my finger down her back, eliciting a shiver and soft moan from her.
My other hand reached for Wulf’s massive cock, teasing around his foreskin, stroking his length. He stepped into my grip, pumping his hips. A groan rumbled from his chest followed by a whine pf protest when I turned away.
Grabbing a handful of body wash, I pressed up against her back. I started washing her shoulders, working my way down to thoroughly wash her breasts. She moaned and leaned her head back against me. Her nipples peaking under my touch had my cock twitching with need.
Strong male hands kneaded shampoo into my hair until the suds ran down the sides of my face and neck. His fingers played across my scalp momentarily distracting me from my ministrations.
Raven wiggled her breast in my hand and her sweet ass against my throbbing cock. I dipped enough to let it slide between her thighs and brush across her sex. She moaned and squeezed her legs around my length. Heat ran from my cock to emerge as a moan of pleasure.
Wulf moved, leaving my back suddenly bereft of his warmth. He poured shampoo on Raven’s head and I shifted around to her front to give him room.
She soaped up my front and then we pressed together, rubbing our bodies together in a sensual wash. Her taut nipples teased across my chest and her mons ground against my cock. I flipped it down between her legs, letting it rub across the lips of her pussy. Our lips met, passing moans of pleasure back and forth.
Wulf’s strong hands reached around her to grasp my shoulders. We pressed her between us, slick soap letting our bodies glide across each other in a sensual dance.
She gasped and moaned, thrusting her hips forward and back across my cock. Wulf bent and slid his cock under mine. Oh hell, yeah! Her silky thighs, wet pussy and his hard length all rubbing different sides of my cock. Each thrust sent shockwaves of sensations flowing through me. Oh Yeah!
Then she pressed her thighs tighter around us. Shit! My balls drew up and I felt my seed near to spilling! My fangs ached to taste her rich blood. I turned my face away.
“Damn, I’m gonna come.” I tried to pull back but Wulf grasped me hard and Raven clamped down tighter. She moaned, thrusting and rubbing against my pelvis. Deep rumbles sounded from Wulf’s chest, signaling his impending climax.
I struggled to hold on just a bit longer. Raven grabbed my ass with one hand and the other rimmed my puckered hole then pressed hard. OH Shit! Convulsions of ecstasy rocked me as my seed pumped from my cock spraying across her pussy lips, Wulf’s cock and balls. His howl followed soon after. I felt every spasm of his cock as his cum spurted out, prolonging my own climax.
Slipping a hand between us, I rolled and pressed her clit; Wulf slipped his fingers in from behind, fucking her pussy hard. Her body shuddered between us as she came hard. Her cries of passion echoed in the shower.
We held onto each other letting the hot water sluice over our sated bodies and enjoying the after glow.
“Shit! That was amazing. I never want to shower alone again.” Wulf’s deep voice rumbled through our embrace. He finally let go and I stumbled back to lean against the wall.
Raven snickered. “Aye, I like the way ye scrub me.”
I just laughed and bumped her out from under the spray with my hip. “Easy to say when you’re hogging the water.”
Wulf laughed, pulling her under the water with him,
I closed my eyes, letting the water rinse down my face. Totally relaxed, my thoughts wandered. An image sprang to mind, a face from her nightmares.
A face I knew.
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Viking Seduction 2.5: Segrun’s View
A strong techno beat spilled onto the sidewalk. Even on a Thursday a crowd lined up hoping to gain entrance. Nate walked past the line and the bouncer gave him a big smile and let us in. He gave me an approving look. Then Eira stepped up. It was shameful how she could make grown men drool. Her playful wink spiked his lust so high I nearly choked on the smell. The stupid bastard had no idea the danger under that pretty package.
The darkness at the door gave way to swirling lights over the dance floor. The backlit bar stood along the wall to the right. Crowded tables and booths filled the shadows around the perimeter. We turned to the left and the stairs going up to the VIP section. The bouncer whipped the cord back to let us pass without hesitation.
We settled at an open table overlooking the dance floor.
Eira grinned. “Looks like the hunting should be good.”
I sighed. “But easy, too easy.”
Eli and Nate both laughed.
Nate leaned forward to finger a strand of gold blond hair that lay on my chest. “If you want a challenge, don’t wear such a sexy little outfit, darlin’.”
I shot him a killing look for touching me but he just flashed that drop dead gorgeous smile. His white teeth stood out against his café-au-lait skin. His green eyes sparkled with mischief in that model pretty face.
I grabbed a finger and twisted. “I see you still think you’re God’s gift. One I will enjoy crushing before I return it to sender.” I let it go with a shove and a cold stare.
My brother snickered. “Looks like someone needs a good fucking and dinner, not necessarily in that order.” The others joined in.
Fuck him! Didn’t he realize how hard I had to work to keep Nate and Ace in line? Those two pricks treated me like a baby sister they could harass not the field commander of the Svartdraken!
The hairs on the back of my neck stood up in warning. I scanned the room. There, just coming in, an older man scanning the room. Dressed in street casual clothes, he stuck out like a fox in a hen house.
Appearing to check out the dance floor below, I watched him scanning the room through my lashes. Shit, I knew him. He was the cop who stumbled on our fight with Ferine. Eira had altered his memories so why was he watching us? Or was he? His gaze barely hesitated before moving on. Shit, my pussy clinched as he prowled toward the far end of the bar. He had the sensual grace of fighter and a really nice ass. I wanted a closer look.
I jerked my head toward the stairs leading to the dance floor. “Shall we, partner?”
Eira smiled widely. “Oh yeah.”
We snaked our way onto the dance floor, shimmying and shaking with the rest. It wasn’t crowded; until men started circling Eira likes moths to a flame. Times like this, I enjoyed height, with heels I hit 6’5” and I could see over most heads to keep a covert eye on my cop.
The man’s skill at surveillance impressed me. His gaze passed over us like he was just watching the crowd. Every now and then, he’d glance up at our table. He even flirted with a couple women while keeping us in his peripheral vision. Clever man. I liked clever men. He looked a very fit and healthy mid fifties with a sprinkling of salt in his dark hair. His face had weathered to a rugged handsome. I bet he’d be a good fuck, plenty of experience. Too bad I couldn’t risk it. Not with the way he was already watching us.
Eira danced so close to her mark, they might as well have been fucking. With a wink, she headed down the hall toward the bathrooms, and the door to the alley. He followed like a lemming.
My cop casually looked around, as if hunting the men’s room, and followed. I went out the front door and around. He crouched between a car and the wall, watching Eira and her mark going at it in the shadows of a dumpster. The smell of his lust drew me. My pussy slicked and my fangs ached to taste him.
“Maybe you’d like a more up close and personal look?” I stifled a chuckle as he jumped and spun. Shit, he moved really well. Sexy even. without my four inch heels, I would still be a couple inches taller than he was. Not that I minded. He still looked down right fuckable.
Surprise and fear showing on his face, he went for his gun. I slammed his back to the wall, my hands pinning his over head. I leaned in and took a deep breath. The sent of his musk hit me low. My pussy heated as my fangs ached to drop. “Mmm, smells like you’re really enjoying the show.” I brushed his neck with my lips. Fuck, his blood sang to me.
With my lips hovering over his, I asked permission. I’d never forced anyone. Seduce, yes. Rape, no. “Do you want me? I promise I won’t hurt you.” I chuckled and grabbed his lower lip with my teeth and sucked it out. “Unless you ask me too.”
I pressed him back against the wall, letting him feel me. Shit, the man was hard. I ground my pussy over his cock as I claimed his lips. His small gasp of pleasure gave me an opening to plunder his mouth.
“Uhnnn, yeah!” His moan slid down my throat and stoked the fire in my pussy.
My pussy clenched and my nipples peaked hard under my shirt. I shifted his hands to one of mine. Stroking down his body, I headed for his rock hard cock.
Our moans mingled as I cupped him then stroked him through his pants. Fuck, I wanted him buried so deep in my pussy I could taste him when he came. I wrangled his zipper with one hand and stroked him root to tip and back. Velvet over steel, shit, he felt amazing!
“Uhnnn, damn.” He moaned again.
My pussy ached, I swirled my thumb over the broad head of his cock.
“God.” He thrust into my hand.
“Tell me yes and I’ll rock your world.” Shit, please Odin, let him say yes!
“Yessss,” he hissed out and thrust into my grip. I stroked him even harder.
I let his hands go. He massaged the mounds of my breasts, thumbs teasing my nipples in circles. I gasped as pleasure raced through me.
His hand slipped under my shirt -- I rarely bothered with a bra -- and we exchanged gasps. He thumbed my nipple in circles then pinched it lightly and rolled it between thumb and fingers.
“Yes, fuck, baby. That’s it!” I moaned and writhed against him. His other hand stroked down to the end of my skirt and up. I smelled his lust spike when he found I had no panties either. His cock swelled and he jerked out of my hand while he rubbed my pussy lips.
I moaned and spread wider, tipping my pelvis, inviting him in. His finger slipped in. “Fuck me! Oh baby, I want your cock buried deep.”
He flipped us so my back was against the wall. I wrapped a leg over his hip and guided his hot, hard cock to my pussy. Our gazes met and he thrust hard.
Gasping, I threw my head back as he filled me. Fuck, he felt even better than I’d imagined. I slide my hands to his ass, holding him to me as he stroked deep and slow.
Oh, yeah, the man knew how to make a woman purr! A shock of lust shot through me when he sucked on my neck. My fangs dropped and my pussy clinched, so close. Fuck, so close!
He thrust harder, picking up the pace. Grabbing his face, I kissed him then nudged his head aside. Fuck, his blood called me. Hot, rich with lust. I slid my fangs in. Fuck yeah! He tasted like sin.
For a heartbeat, his body locked up, his cock swelled with his seed. One thrust that hit all my buttons and he came hard. That was all it took to send me over. Pleasure ripped through me.
Fuck! So fucking good! But instead of enjoying the afterglow, I had to enter his thoughts, alter his memories. If he was lucky, he’d forget the best fuck I’d had in years. But I wouldn’t.
I felt a resistance. He’d already shaken off Eira’s effort to make him forget us. If this didn’t work, he’d be deemed a threat and dealt with. I’d be damned if I let him have an “accident.” I’d claim my sexy cop before I let anything happen to him.
Watching him stumble away, I had a feeling we’d see each other again, very soon
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