Were Slave (2010) (15 page)

He used his thumbs to separate her pink folds. Her pussy was
ripe and swollen and he inhaled the sensual scent before licking her from her
anus, to her pussy, to her clit. One long, hard lap had her quivering in his
hands.

She covered her face. "Mace. Please don't stop."

"I won't." More than ready, he dropped his mouth to the heat
between her wet thighs and licked her budded clit, hot and smooth against his
tongue.

He licked again and she wrapped her legs around his neck.
The soft flesh of her thighs caressed the sides of his face. The whimpers she
made sent a surge of hunger into his groin. Bottomless hunger.

The wolf in him would've shoved her onto her stomach and
fucked her from behind, taking her taut ass, showing her he owned her. But the
man merely gripped her hips and plunged his tongue into the tight slit of her
pussy. His pussy. His mate.

He pointed his tongue and lapped at her slick juice,
prodding into her channel and sucking on her flesh. She tasted so ripe, like
lust and pure sensual woman. Like a promise of pleasure.

She moaned into the night air, motivating him to do better,
to give her his all.

But the sound of footsteps closing in gained his attention.

Mace quickly pushed Nayla from his shoulders and into the
water. Then he dropped down to cover and protect her from any harm. Where was
his pack and why weren't they attacking? Senses on high alert, his gaze zeroed
in to where a wolf stood some thirty feet away.

Kaige.

He'd returned. Mace didn't know whether to shake his hand or
rip out his throat for leaving the pack. He didn't have time to decide as Nayla
wrapped her moist legs around his hips and entwined her fingers into his hair.

"Fuck me, Mace." Her voice was raspy and raw as she lifted
her hips and ground her pussy against his cock. "I need it hard. Please. Make
the wanting stop."

A switch clicked on inside him, igniting the wolf and
forcing the man to the side. He forgot about Kaige's presence as his mind
filled with desire and he focused on the woman beneath him. "Hard?"

"Yes." She nodded as tears brimmed her eyes. Her cheeks
flushed red and her nipples beaded into rigid points against his chest. "Now."

Mace braced his hands on either side of her and nestled the
head of his cock against her entrance. Despite the cold stream they lay in, her
pussy was hot and inviting. And as soon as he slid inside, her slick channel
hugged him tight.

"Nayla," he called out as the wolf in him howled and began
pumping.

The water splashed with each thrust. And with each thrust,
she sobbed and bucked her hips upward, meeting his rapid movements. Her pussy
sucked him in as he slid out and cushioned him as he drove in. Sucking and
cushioning. His balls tightening, his cock pulsing. The feeling was almost
enough to make him shoot his cum into her, but he stayed strong. He didn't want
this to end. Not until she was satisfied and her pain had ended.

She fisted her hands in his hair and drew him down to her
lips, where their mouths molded and parted for each other. She lured his tongue
into her mouth and he fucked her with it just as he did his cock, with
authority and vigor.

When she didn't come, he deepened his thrusts and maneuvered
so his shaft would grind against her G-spot. Swift and hard. Slick and tight.
In and out. Pushing. Searing. Conquering.

His muscles strained, his breathing rasped and his blood
pounded as it shot down to his groin. He wanted to please her, to stop her
pain, to get her through the night. But with each push into her snug pussy, he
grew closer to release.

To torture him further, she dragged her fingers down his
back and squeezed his ass. She panted and writhed beneath him as the water
lapped around them for what seemed like eternity.

Still, she didn't climax.

Hell. This wasn't working. Frustrated, he pulled out and
broke away from her embrace.

"Wait." She reached for him with one hand and cupped her
mound with the other. "Where are you going? Why did you stop? I need you."

"Don't worry, love. I'm not done fucking you." Not by a long
shot.

Mace quickly thought of what he could do to increase her
pleasure when out of the corner of his eye, he saw Kaige approach in his human
form. His Were brother walked up the stream and stopped beside them. Mace held
back a growl and looked up to see a surprising expression on Kaige's face.

Back and forth, his eyes showed understanding and compassion
then lust and heat. "They gave her the plague," he said, knowingly. "Do you
need my help, brother?"

Help. Mace glanced down at his mate, who was suffering,
whose body was no doubt aching for release and who might not survive the night.
Mace never intended to share Nayla with anyone, but if it were to save her life
and to keep her from pain, did he have a choice? The only question was could he
trust Kaige? The answer would've been a resounding "yes" as of that afternoon.
But now...

He peered back at his second-in-command. "You left. How can
I believe you're loyal to me, my mate and this pack?"

Kaige dropped his gaze, then made eye contact again,
stronger this time. "I had to take care of some guards camped near here,
planning to close in on us. It took longer than I'd expected. But I'm back."

Mace stifled a chuckle. So his friend hadn't deceived him.
In fact, Kaige had probably saved his pack.

He could be trusted.

* * * * *

Nayla wanted to scream, or cry, or whatever it took to gain
back Mace's attention. She didn't know what was happening with her body, nor
did she care. The only thoughts, the only emotions, she could conjure was the
deep-seated need to be fucked. Her body craved Mace's cock thrusting inside
her. Hard and deep and fast. Never ending.

But he'd stopped and left her empty. And he was looking up
at Kaige.

Where had he come from? It didn't matter. Her unfathomable
yearning held her mind hostage. The heat that had washed through her body had
left her cavernous and hungry. Her body, from her womb to her pussy to her
trembling thighs, was a pit of pain and need. And if the desperate yearning
inside of her wasn't quenched soon, she feared she might die.

She reached for her lover again. "Mace. Please."

"I'm here." He nodded to Kaige and then lifted her into his
arms. "We're going inside. Kaige is going to help me comfort you."

Comfort. Yes, that's what she needed. She wrapped her arms
around Mace's neck and watched as Kaige walked ahead of them into the small
cottage. She surprised herself by not being frightened of what was to come.
Instead, her body cheered knowing the two large Weres would share her, make
love to her and she intended to take full advantage of the both of them.

Her mouth watered in anticipation. She hugged her thighs
together, attempting to dull the pang of longing surging to her pussy. Even her
ass cried out for attention. The way Mace had teased her anus before had her
curious as to how it would feel to be filled there as well.

God, what was wrong with her? It was if her inhibitions had
been cut with a blade instead of her neck. Her neck? She reached for her wound
and found it was gone. Not even a scrape.

"Mace," she whispered. "Am I losing my mind?"

He kissed her cheek as they walked through the bedroom door.
"No, love. Your mind is fine and your wound is healed. Just relax."

"All right." She drew in a breath to ease her rapid
heartbeat.

"There's something on the bed." Kaige lifted a wicker basket
and picked out a small note card. "It's from the High Priestess Lorzener." He
cleared his throat and shot Nayla a glance with his sensual smoky eyes. "For
assistance in soothing the Queen."

Nayla let a whimper slip out and pressed her thighs together
tighter. Her pussy tingled with a persistent itch that begged to be scratched,
to be tamed, to be fucked. "Mace, put me on the bed. I can't wait any longer. I
want you inside me." With his glorious cock. She wanted every inch of him,
stretching her, pleasing her.

He placed her on the mattress and kneeled in between her
spread legs. His erection arched toward his abdomen, swelling thicker and
longer than she'd ever seen it. Her pussy wept from just the sight. Unable to
control herself, she caressed her breasts and lifted her hips.

His crystal blue gaze dropped to her cunt and his expression
changed from loving and worried to primitive and lustful. "Come here." He
grabbed her wrists and pulled her onto his lap, lifting her enough so his cock
found her wet entrance.

She gasped at the delight of sliding down on his solid
shaft. Her pussy welcoming him, hugging and molding to his length. Her skin
tingled and her stomach fluttered and some of the pain aching in her bones
eased.

As he gripped her hips and easily pumped her body up and
down his stiff cock, she held onto his shoulders, her fingers grasping at the
solid, straining muscle. His mouth, wet and delicious, kissed and licked her
neck on the way up to her ear. Once there, he tugged on her lobe and whispered
heatedly, "I love you, Nayla."

She moaned and closed her eyes. Despite the dull, aching
pain, despite the bottomless hunger, she sighed with contentment. She opened
her mouth to reciprocate, but was stunned silent by Kaige's presence behind
her. Her mind was in such a haze, she'd forgotten he was in the room.

"He's here to help soothe you, Nayla," Mace said as he
continued the steady rhythm with his hands and cock. "I want you to enjoy the
both of us. I promise he won't hurt you."

Kaige chuckled from behind her and ran his large rough hands
up her back, settling them on her shoulders. "Nope, I only give pleasure to
beautiful women. No reason to worry, sweet Nayla. Here," he drew her back
against his chest, "rest against me while Mace fucks you."

Nayla watched carefully to see if Mace objected, but his
full attention was on moving her up and down his cock. His nostrils flared and
his muscles tensed as he worked her body. She relaxed, then pressed back
against Kaige's warm, solid chest, welcoming his strength.

Her pussy quivered with each thrust and her womb tightened
and heated. Deep-rooted pleasure was slowly building, pushing at her core.
Teasing her with the promise of release. She needed more, something to tip her
over the edge, so she circled two fingers over her all-too-sensitive clit.

The Weres encompassing her both hissed in a breath. "Yes,
love, help us make you come," Mace said before leaning over and sucking her
budded nipple into his hot mouth.

"Ah." Nayla arched toward him and sighed as Kaige cupped her
other breast in his palm and massaged her needy flesh. "Yes, touch me
everywhere."

Her body pulsed and her nerve endings danced. She could stay
on this high forever, at the hands of these men. But still, a climax was just
out of reach. She rubbed at her clit and clenched down on Mace's cock each time
he slid from her.

He groaned against her breast, then threw his head back.
"Hell, I'm going to explode. You feel so fucking good."

"No," she cried, desperate for this to last. "Not yet.
Please."

Kaige squeezed her breast, sending sparks down to her pussy.
"Go ahead, Mace. Give her to me while you rest."

Give her to me. The words sounded erotic and heady coming
from Kaige's lips. Whatever was wrong with her, he was going to help.

She couldn't wait.

It must've been all Mace needed to hear. He drove deep into
her slick, quivering channel before spurting his hot cum inside her.

"Mmm." She moaned at how he'd rammed into her innermost
walls, at how his cum washed her with its liquid heat. She tilted her pelvis up
and ground her pussy against his still-hard cock.

He groaned, but then pulled out, leaving her empty again.
She fisted her hands and bit her tongue so she wouldn't scream.

Mace kissed her pursed lips and grinned. "I only need a
moment, love. Kaige will fuck you for just a bit. He's fairly competent, I've
heard."

Scowling, Kaige gripped her waist and yanked her from Mace
and onto the mattress. The foreign hands on her skin startled her for a moment,
but insurmountable lust quickly took the place of fear.

"Fairly competent?" Kaige sneered as he spread her knees and
kissed her mound. "We'll see about that, won't we, sweet Nayla?"

She swallowed a knot in her throat as Mace spread out beside
her and set a warm hand on her belly, her center. A single act silently
proclaiming her body was his and his alone.

Guilt warred with need. Her heart against her desire. Her
mind fuzzy and unsure.

Mace put up his hand for Kaige to wait as if he'd sensed her
tension. "It's okay, love." He cuddled up close to her ear. "I'm here. You can
pretend he's me. Or you can indulge in having two men ravish you. Two Weres who
are very much attracted to you." He kissed her cheek. "One who is very much in
love with you. Tell us what you need."

Nayla nodded as perspiration beaded her forehead and
moistened her face. She couldn't deny how her body craved the carnal pleasures
she knew these Weres were capable of. Their muscled bodies and impressive cocks
ignited her deepest fantasies. And they'd no doubt soothe her pain.

"I want you both inside me, both fucking me." The words left
her lips before she had time to filter them. "I'm sorry. I--"

"No, don't apologize. What's happening to you is normal. And
Kaige and I will do as you wish."

Normal? How could he call this normal? It was if she'd woken
from a trance in someone else's body.

He stood from the bed, expressionless and gestured to Kaige.
"Get her used to you alone. I'll return in a moment."

Mace stepped out into the cool pine air and transformed into
wolf form. His mind was freer this way. Not as cluttered. Not as guilt-ridden
for allowing Nayla to be infected with the damn plague in the first place.