Virgin Prisoner: Bred to the Beast (Werewolf Breeding Erotica) (Bred to the Beast: The Virgin Trilogy) (3 page)

He moved it in and out, and her eyes widened in shock as he massaged the inner walls that tightened against him
.  She leaned back with her hands on the back of the bench and rocked her hips to the rhythm of his hand.  Collen rose up and kissed her mouth again, and as his finger explored her depths, his thumb found that sensitive nub and rubbed back and forth, not teasing now, but massaging.

The pleasure inside her welled up like a great sea creature rising from the depths, shedding water as it breached the surface to expose a rare and wondrous creature that basked in sunlight for one glorious moment before crashing back into the dark waters.  She started to scream as ecstasy swept through her body, heedless of the people beyond the garden wall, but Collen quickly clamped a hand over her mouth to silence her.  The energy of that muffled cry rebounded into her, and sensation swept through her body with such intensity that her muscles seemed to clench and tighten.

Collen sensed her climax, but he didn't relent, plunging his finger faster into her tight hole, pressing down with his thumb, and Rela's vision seemed to narrow until she was looking down a long, dark tunnel.  She thrashed against him as the waves of pleasure peaked, then gradually subsided into a warm haze of satisfaction.

Her body felt warm now despite the cool weather, and sweat glistened on her brow.  Rela kissed Collen and smiled.  "That was amazing," she said
, but when she saw Collen's eyes, she knew that satisfying her had only made his own need far worse.

He p
ressed himself against her, and she felt the bulge in his trousers, hard and insistent against her thigh.

S
he moved her hand down to caress it through the wool, as much to stave him off as to please him.  Collen shuddered and pushed against Rela.  Her hands still shook from the climax he'd given her, but she fumbled open the laces of his trousers.  His cock spilled out, long and hard.  She remembered the tightness she'd felt around his finger and tried to imagine that inside her, but for now, she wrapped her hand around his shaft and stroked her fingers up and down its smooth length.

Collen kissed her neck, and his hand found her breast again, squeezing her flesh as she pleasured him.

"You like that?" she whispered in his ear.

Collen nodded.  "I need to be inside you," he said.

Even with her lust sated for the moment, Rela wanted that too.  She knew that if he pushed her, she would open her thighs right here in some stranger's garden and let him do as he wished.  The mere thought made her shudder with anticipation, and she felt her desire begin to grow again between her legs. She had to finish him fast, before he realized the power he held over her right now.

"Stand up," she told him, her voice husky and urgent.

Collen climbed to his feet, and she tugged at his hips and turned him to face her.  His cock stood rigid in the cold air, level with her face and pointing slightly upward from a thick thatch of black hair.  She looked up into Collen's eyes, and her lips curled in a sultry smile as she took his shaft and pulled him forward.

Collen gasped when she kissed
its tip, and she lifted his cock to point skyward.  His balls were drawn up tight below his manhood, and she kissed them as his musky man odor filled her nostrils.  She ran her tongue along the smooth length of his shaft, feeling his desire pulse in the soft underbelly.  His skin wasn't just warm, it was hot, and when she wrapped her lips around him, Collen let out a long, shuddering breath.

She pulled him slowly into her mouth, gazing up into Collen's eyes, letting him watch what she was doing.  Alt
hough she had blushed furiously just thinking of doing such a thing, seeing the desire in his eyes left no shame in the act itself.  The pleasure on his face was writ plain, and she felt his body tremble with every subtle movement of her tongue.  As her lips slid down his shaft, pulling him into her mouth, she cupped her tongue against him, caressing and massaging as she opened her jaw to him.  He touched the back of her throat and groaned, but Rela forced herself to take him even deeper.  She took slow, long breaths through her nose and relaxed her throat, tightening around him, making her mouth and throat as tight around his cock as her sex had been around his finger.

Collen's head rolled back on his neck, and he twined the fingers of one hand in her golden curls, then tightened his hand in a fist.  As Rela sucked at him, he began to move his
hips, sliding his shaft in and out.  Soon, he had taken control completely, holding Rela's head in place while he thrust into her warm, wet mouth as if it were the hole between her legs.

She pressed her hands against his hips, but he was too strong to resist.  Even as she struggled not to choke, she surrendered completely to him.  Collen felt so good in her mouth, warm and hard and pulsing with a long-restrained desire.  She could feel his pleasure in each frenzied thrust of his hips, and so she did what she could to make her mouth the hole he truly craved, tightening her lips around him, sucking
and massaging with her tongue.

Soon, she felt dribs of warm, slick fluid on her tongue and in her throat, salty and sweet.
  Collen's breathing was ragged and fast now, and she could feel his pulse thrumming through the rock-hard shaft in her mouth.  She sucked harder, stroking and squeezing at the base of his cock.

He took her head in both hands and pulled her forward, plunging even deeper, holding her still as he cried out.  His cock swelled in her mouth, a deep, powerful throb as something thick and hot hit the back of her throat.

Rela strained to hold him, sucking even harder as every muscle in her body cried to pull away.  She grasped his hips and held on, resolved to keep pleasuring him until his climax ended.  He began to move again, long, slow thrusts that filled her mouth with his seed.  His body was rock-hard, every muscle rigid as he shuddered.  Then he began to soften in her mouth, and she sucked at him, licking the last warm drops of fluid from his tip as it slowly eased downward.

Collen collapsed on the bench beside her, breathless and spent as he tucked his cock back into his trousers.  His crooked grin held a contentment she'd not seen before.  "I hope you'll still do that when we're wed," he told her.

Rela blushed and looked away.  She didn't want to admit she'd enjoyed sucking him, even as he finished in her mouth.  Let him think this was
his
treat.

"You want to find that inn now?  It will take a few minutes, but I'll be ready to do this again soon."

Rela groaned.  "Heavens, Collen, you're insatiable!"

He shrugged.  "I disagree.  I simply require regular sating.  So what do you say?  We've got hours before dinner.  We could work up quite an appetite."

Rela's eyes widened at the mention of dinner.  "Oh no, the feast!"  She looked down at her dress, not just stained now, but rumpled and wrinkled by all they'd done together.  She stood suddenly, hurrying to pull the dress back over her shoulders.  "Help me with these buttons, I've got to get to the castle!"

"This is what I get for falling in love with a noblewoman," Collen said with a sigh.  "Off to the castle to cavort with the king."  His accent became rough and mocking.  "Don't worry, m'lady!  I'll just muck the horse stalls and have a bowl of gruel while you're at feast!" 

Rela shot him a sour look.  "Your father has more servants than mine, you know.  I can't help that I was born to a baron.  Which you will someday be, if you marry me," she said, grabbing his collar and pulling him close for a kiss.

His accent changed in a heartbeat, taking on a haughty affectation.  "Of course, madame.  Our combined bloodlines shall create a powerful House, and someday we may challenge the throne itself!"

"I have to go," she said.  "Let's meet again tomorrow."

"I'll be right here on this bench waiting!" he called
.  She smiled back at him once more, then hurried through the gate.

Orange torches glowed like eyes from Castle Darkmoon's arrowslits and windows as Rela allowed a liveried servant to help her down from the coach.  This close, the castle seemed immense and intimidating, a wartime fortress rather than the high seat of a nation at peace.

Even so,
candlelight shone on the flowing vines and flowers that decorated the drawbridge chains, and a steady stream of men and women in rich finery crossed beneath the ramparts to hand their invitations to a guardsman in gleaming armor.

Rela followed, checking her hands once more to make sure that nothing from Magdha's shop had left a stain on her delicate white skin.
  She had barely had time to fix her hair and change into a clean dress; she still wore the stained petticoat beneath.  When she presented her invitation to the guard, his eyes widened, and he turned to whisper something to a pageboy behind him.

"Is something wrong?" Rela asked.

"A moment please, my lady," the guard said.  Behind her, newly-arrived guests queued up and murmured their displeasure at being kept waiting.  Fortunately, an officer arrived after a moment and gave her a curt bow.

"Lady Rela Dahr?" he asked.
  "I'm Captain Marcor."

"Yes, Captain.  Is there a problem?"

"Not at all, my lady," Marcor said.  "Would you please accompany me?  I've been ordered to escort you directly to the King."

A premonition sent a chill up Rela's spine, but she forced a smile onto her face.  She
remembered Malgar's words earlier that day - an announcement he couldn't wait for her to hear.  She couldn't refuse such a summons, but she doubted it could be good news.  Would the King choose tonight to demand that her father's barony send more taxes to the throne?

"Lead the way, Captain," she said.  "It will be an honor to speak with the King personally."

Marcor turned crisply on one heel and led her past the gates and through a narrow corridor of the same dark stone that formed the castle's walls.  Here it felt constricting, and soon she lost her sense of direction in the twists and turns.  They passed several doorways until Marcor stopped and pushed open a thick wooden door and motioned for her to enter.

Rela stepped through and found herself in the throne room itself. 
Marcor followed Rela into the large, opulent chamber carpeted in rich crimson.  Tapestries of red and gold hung on the walls depicting scenes of war and hunting, dark, bloody images no doubt meant to intimidate visiting dignitaries.  King Volgar wasn't known for warm hospitality.

A dais stood at the far end of the room, and in its center stood
a throne of dark wood, richly carved and embossed in gold leaf.  Its armrests were shaped into snarling wolf's heads, and the Darkmoon sigil stood high above its occupant's head.

The
king himself sat before her. Volgar, a tall man still in his prime with the heavy muscles of a warrior, stared at her with eyes as blue and cold as a frozen lake.  A sharp beak of a nose stood out over a thick brown beard streaked with iron gray.  Captain Marcor escorted Rela to the area below the dais and bowed low.  Rela followed suite a heartbeat later, both to show respect and to avoid the king's piercing gaze.

"Rise, Lady Rela," King Volgar said.  "Thank you for joining us."  His voice was a deep rumble, full of power and energy.  She rose and forced a smile on her face, but she felt the deep unease of a goat staked out to lure wolves.

King Volgar eyed her for a long moment, moving his eyes slowly over the swell of her bosom to the flare of her hips.  Finally, he nodded appreciatively.  "I see your attraction, son.  She is a fine specimen of a woman, and should bear you fine sons."

Rela spun around to find Prince Malgar lounging against the wall behind her, relaxed as a panther lounging on a tree limb, yet too still to draw the eye.  Malgar was the image of his father, younger and somewhat broader of chest, with thick chestnut hair and eyes that seemed to penetrate her very soul. 

Malgar's nostrils flared, and his lips spread in the toothy smile of a predator.  "And her father is the head of our most powerful western barony."

"
That can only strengthen our line," Volgar said, nodding his approval.  "You may wed her."

Rela's jaw fell open, and she felt the world spin around her.  "Excuse me, your majesty.  Perhaps I misunderstood your words?"

Volgar's lips drew into a thin line, and he leaned forward on his throne.  "Lady Rela, this isn't the enthusiasm I expected from my son's chosen bride."

Rela turned to Malgar in disbelief.  The arrogant youth's lip curled in an expression that was more sneer than smile.  "You chose me?  Without so much as asking?"

Volgar's gaze shifted to his son, and he snarled.  "Do you mean to tell me you didn't speak to her first, son?"

Malgar's eyes widened in alarm, and he looked at his father.  "No, father.  I assumed...  what noblewoman doesn't want to be queen?"

"You would embarrass us both with your arrogance, son."  King Volgar shook his head in disgust.  In a softer voice, he said, "Lady Rela, my dear, my son erred in bringing you here ignorant of his intentions, but you must understand events have taken the choice is out of your hands.  Servants whisper, and the other Houses have no doubt heard of this union already.  To change course now would show weakness."

Rela struggled for words.  "But I barely know the prince, Your Majesty."