Seduced By The Wall Street Werewolf (Interracial Paranormal Shifter Romance BWWM) (7 page)

I sure as hell didn’t want to.  I pounded away at her, and she was wired up enough that she came the first time within five minutes.  I slowed down while she spasmed around my invading prick, but I didn’t stop.  She recovered from her first orgasm, and urged me on to give her more.

I succeeded in giving her a second one before I thrust forward a final time and released a load of spunk inside her.  I collapsed on top of her, letting the sweat cool on our bodies.

We took a minute to catch our breath, before she lifted my head up and gave me the look of a hungry predator.  “That was round 1,” she said.

Suddenly I was nervous.

She pushed me onto my back and dove for my crotch, inhaling my deflating prick into her mouth.  It only took a matter of seconds for her skilled and practiced mouth to get the blood flowing out of my cock to reverse its direction.  She raised her eyes to look at me with all the love and devotion that had consumed her as her tongue danced around the hardening head.  And when she had me hard enough, she removed her mouth and climbed aboard, mounting herself above me and fisting my cock to aim at her slit.

Lowering down to stuff herself full of me, she took off riding.  My hands came up to grasp her breasts, and she brought her own up to intertwine our fingers.  As one we both squeezed and groped at her firm breasts, making her moan louder and her hips move faster.

She eventually leaned forward, draping her breasts over my chest and brushing her nipples back and forth over me as she continued to move atop me.  She brought her head down to capture my lips, sucking my tongue into her mouth.  I gripped hold of her firm butt cheeks as they moved back and forth on my lap.

When I emptied myself into her again, she allowed me a break this time.  She collapsed on top of me and we caught our breath again.  Then she asked, “So what did you get us for breakfast?”

“Well,” I said, still not sure I had the strength to get up yet, “there’s some ham and egg sandwiches in there…”

“Go get ‘em,” she said.  “You’re gonna need to keep your strength up today.”

I turned a raised eyebrow to her, while she only grinned mischievously.

“Oh yeah, baby,” she purred.  “We are not going
anywhere!”

Chapter8

I meant what I said.  Marco and I did not leave that motel room all day.  I wanted him as many times as I could get him.  After we ate a quick breakfast, I got on all fours on the bed and told him to take me again.  I groaned as he took hold of my hips and filled me up from behind.  As he thrust into me, I reached down to rub my throbbing clit, while he reached underneath me to palm my swaying breasts.

I climaxed again from that, before his third load of the day splashed inside me, and then I wanted to suck him back to hardness again for more.  But he insisted he needed to rest for a while, and offered to do that courtesy for me instead.  Okay, what the hell.

Next thing I was on my back with his face between my legs, and my fingers were digging into his scalp while his lips and tongue made magic with my sex.  I kicked my legs back and forth across the bed, screaming out my pleasure loud enough to most likely be heard by everyone in the motel.  He ate me to two more orgasms before I begged him to please tell me he was hard again.  Thankfully he was, and he climbed atop me for round 4.

The whole time he was filling me up with his stiff manhood, I couldn’t help thinking about all the previous times I’d gone into heat in my life.  Until now it had always seemed like a problem, something I had to put a cap on.  Suddenly losing control of my sex drive, being unable to resist the advances of any man I met, having to make especially sure I used whatever contraceptives I could get my hands on; it had always resulted in things I was not happy about afterward.  During the time I had been on the run, I remembered going into heat and having to settle for hooking up with a stranger in a bar whose name I couldn’t even remember now, simply because my body had demanded that I fuck somebody.

Now here I was, embracing it, taking advantage of it, actually
trying
to become pregnant.  All it took was the right guy.

Afterwards we stopped for lunch, followed by some shower sex.  Marco wanted to wash off some of the sweat we’d built up; I agreed, so long as we built up a little more doing it, wink wink.  He soon had me standing under the hot spray of water with my hands planted on the wall while he gripped my hips, ravaging me from behind.  We eventually got to some actual washing, if you want to call it that, namely involving him getting his hands lathered with soap and rubbing them all over my body.  Apparently he thought my breasts were the part of me most in need of cleaning; I wasn’t inclined to argue.  And then he lifted me into his arms and pinned me against the wall, and I wrapped my legs around his waist and lowered myself onto his thick pole.

We ended up taking a nap after that to recover our strength, and upon waking got back down to business.  By the end of the day, Marco had given me a total of eight sperm loads.  I had to say, I was amazed at his endurance.  Not to mention my own.   I was definitely going to be sore for a few days.  But it was all worth it.

Especially if it worked.

“Thank you,” I whispered to him, cradling his head to my breast.  “Thank you for this.  Today was perfect.”

And I drifted off to sleep thinking that thought.

*

This time Zoe was the first to wake the next morning.  I woke up to find her standing still naked by the sink brushing her teeth.  She spit out the paste and saw me moving.  “Good morning!” she beamed.

“Morning,” I mumbled.  After the workout she gave me yesterday, I felt about eighty getting out of bed.  I staggered to my feet and went to get my clothes.

“You going somewhere?” she asked as I started to dress.

“Just gonna go out for some air,” I said.  “I need some after yesterday,” I added with a smirk.  She smirked back at me.

I strode outside, wandering aimlessly about.  It had been a long time since I hadn’t been certain where I would be tomorrow.  The last time the future had been a question mark was after I left my pack.  But even though I couldn’t know what was ahead now, all I could really feel right then was a sense of elation.  Whatever the future would bring, I would have Zoe beside me—and quite possibly our pup.  I would’ve expected that thought to terrify me.  It didn’t.  All it made me feel was hopeful.

I happened to wander to my car and start leaning against it as I pondered my thoughts… and then I picked up a scent I hadn’t noticed before.  It smelled like a dead animal, which wouldn’t have been strange had it not smelled like it was coming from my car.  I followed it the underside of the back of the car, where I looked low enough to discover a dead raccoon that had been chained and bolted on.  I furrowed my brow, trying to determine why someone would do that, unless…

…Unless someone was deliberately creating a scent trail to follow.

I lifted my head, sniffing the air…

They were here.

I was just turning to bolt back to the room when the hulking shape of Verne jumped out of nowhere and pinned me against the car.  “I thought you’d never come out of that fleabag room, punk!”

Conrad appeared the next second.  “Gotta agree with my Cro-Magnon companion here,” he said.  “You made us wait a long time for you.  Frankly, I’m afraid we’re no longer in the mood to be civil.”

“Where’s Lawson?” I spat.

Conrad shrugged.  “Right now, I’d imagine he’s getting reacquainted with the lady in question.  He’s pretty attached to his things, you know.  And not overly forgiving to people who take them either.”

And with that, Verne slammed a fist into my gut, knocking the wind out of me.  I doubled over, straining to regain my breath.  I lifted my head, looking back to their leering faces.  “Some kind of alpha he is,” I rasped, “needing thugs like you to fight his battles for him.”

Verne pushed me upright to glower at me.  “He’s an alpha who inspires loyalty.  Something your bitch apparently forgot.”

I smirked at him.  “Loyalty.  Hope that’s a comfort to you.”

I threw up a knee, hitting Verne in the crotch to make him release me.  I grew out my claws and slashed Conrad across the face, and went running for the room.

But faster than I would’ve thought possible, Conrad and Verne were on four legs and poised in front of me, creating a wall of angry teeth between me and where Zoe was.  Then they charged at me.  I turned and started stripping as I ran, and shifted to four legs.  I had to find a way to lose them and get back to Zoe.

Somehow.

*

More than I ever had in my life, this morning I felt beautiful.  My look hadn’t changed, not really, but something felt different.  I was beautiful in Marco’s eyes, and when I looked at myself in the mirror today, I felt like I could see what he saw.

Also, I couldn’t stop touching my belly.  I didn’t really know that we had succeeded.  Not on an intellectual level.  But some part of me just knew we had.  I couldn’t explain it, but I was certain.

The door to the room started opening.  I turned to greet Marco as he returned—

—and Lawson barged into the room.  I barely had time to shriek in surprise before he was standing over me, grabbing me by the wrist.

I shuddered as he looked up and down at my nakedness.  “Already unwrapped and ready for me.  I like that.”

I struggled to pull away from him.  “How did you find us?”

“You didn’t really think you’d ever be out of my reach, did you?” he leered.  “I’m your alpha, it’s what I do.  You’ll always belong to me, Zoe.”

I gritted my teeth, and shook my head.  “No.  I don’t belong to you!  I never belonged to you!”

“You just keep telling yourself that, baby.  See how it works out for you.”

“You’re too late, Lawson,” I said as levelly as I could.

“Too late?”

“I already went into heat.  I’m already carrying a pup.  And it’s not yours.”

He clearly hadn’t been expecting that, from the way his brow furrowed.  He yanked me closer to him.  “You’d better be lying!” he snarled.

I kept my voice steady.  “I’m not.  You’ve got no more claim on me.  I belong to him now!”

He studied me for a long time, sniffing at me, trying to determine if I was really telling the truth.  The more time ticked by, the more his face contorted into a scowl.  Finally he seemed to realize it was true.  He growled angrily in his throat, and shoved me hard, throwing me across the room.

I looked up from where I lay on the floor at him.  “That may be,” he said.  “Only one thing to do about that, then.”  He turned to head back out the door, and started to strip.

A cold fear swept through me.  “What are you going to do?”

“What do you think?  I’m going to find that beau of yours and I’m going to show him what happens when you take what’s mine!”  He dropped his clothes and shifted to four legs, and went loping off.

He was going after Marco… he was going to kill him!

Chapter9

Without thinking twice I shifted to four legs and bolted out the open door. I tried to lead my pursuers in circles as much as I could, not wanting to put too much distance between me and Zoe.  I wove past tree after tree, jumping over and around every obstacle I could find in my efforts to slow them down.

I was about to run out into the street, but stopped short at the sight of a big truck barreling down it in my direction.  That stop was all that was needed for my pursuers to finally catch up to me.  I turned to see them land a mere few feet away, growling menacingly at me.  They dared me to make a move… any move…

I looked back, seeing the truck still coming that was bound to hit me if I tried to run… and I saw the trees next to me, that were probably blocking any view that Conrad and Verne had of the oncoming vehicle…

I dashed out into the street as fast as I could.  I raced against fate toward the other side.

Conrad and Verne ran after me.

I felt the whoosh of air as the truck narrowly barreled by right behind my tail.

And I heard the twin
splats
that indicated the two of them hadn’t been so lucky.

The trucker screeched to a stop as I made it to the other side of the road.  As the driver climbed out to see what he’d just hit, I loped off, desperate to get back to the motel.  Back to Zoe.

It turned out I wouldn’t get as far as I’d hoped.  I’d barely made it halfway back when the great lupine shape that was Lawson leaped out of the bush, jaws open to attack.  I reared back to meet him, bristling my fur and showing my teeth.

We dashed in and out, snapping at each other, searching for any advantage we could gain.  Zoe was right about one thing: Lawson wasn’t an alpha for nothing.  His attacks were fierce and aggressive, and he had a clear advantage in size.  He was pressing that advantage heavily, bearing down on me with all his weight and strength.  I was going to have to keep my distance, and rely on quick attacks and agility.