Were Slave (2010) (3 page)

"Let's get rid of this, shall we?" he said, huskily. He
grabbed the V of her bodice and ripped it down the middle, exposing her gauzy,
see-through underdress.

He was a powerful man, there was no doubt. She held back a
gasp, not wanting to show any protest. This was what she'd wanted, wasn't it?
To have a man yearning for her.

It was so easy to pretend he was a man rather than Were as
he ran his hands over her body. As he gazed down at her with longing.
Adoration. Affection.

Her heart fluttered.

Oh, Lord, where was her head? To think she was allowing
herself to imagine anything other than animalistic lust.

But this was nothing like her awful memories of the Were
from her youth.

She had the power this time, she reminded herself. And, she
had to admit, there was nothing vile about Mace Quinton. No, he was a beautiful
sight, every inch of him.

To hell with her dress or any other material possession that
stood in their way.

He easily ripped the underdress open, exposing her bare
breasts. Cold air met her feverish skin, cooling her only for a moment. She met
his gaze again and saw that apprehension lurked in his eyes, as if he expected
an objection to what he'd done to her dress.

He wouldn't get one.

Her heart sped and her pussy ached for more. For his hands
all over her. For his hardened cock inside of her.

His gorgeous lips turned up to a smirk as he grabbed her
upper arms and lifted her to his body to press her against his chest. The
useless chains had so much slack there wasn't much of a point to them. Not here
on this bed.

The danger of it thrilled her. God, what was wrong with her?
She didn't know. This was insane. He was an animal and could kill her with his
bare hands. Yet, the possibility that unbound pleasure was near forced her to
silence.

He lowered his mouth to her neck, just below her jaw, and
kissed her ever so softly before whispering, "Now you're at my mercy, my
Queen."

She gulped down the fear rising inside her throat as he used
the torn dress as a tool to confine her arms behind her back, twisting the
cloth with her arms still tight in their sleeves.

"Wait." Her mind blurred and her body hummed. This wasn't
what she had planned. To be controlled? To lose her power?

No.

"Why should I wait?" His voice was deep and sensual,
soothing her.

"I...I don't know. I'm not sure I want to be tied."

With gentleness unbecoming a monster, he turned her onto her
stomach. Her entire body shook with need as he propped up her bottom and nudged
himself between her thighs.

"You want to play slave and master?" His deep voice seemed a
mile away as he ground out the words. "Then I will be the master."

She wanted to tell him that she was the Queen. She'd worked
too hard to gain the respect she deserved and to be called a slave by her
property was both humiliating and...

And freeing. Liberating.

This time alone with Mace could be just what she needed to
break away from all her responsibilities. She didn't have to put up her
protective wall to show everyone that she was strong and able to run an entire
country without fail.

No, here she could be anyone, any fantasy. She breathed out
a sigh of relief, a mountain of tension rolling off her body.

If she could just keep thinking of him as a man, rather than
a Were. She could imagine him as her lover, as her husband. Someone who didn't
turn into a vicious beast with the moon's light. Normal. No, better than
normal. The man was magnificent.

She felt his hands on her back, warm and confident as they
glided over her skin, touching her as if she weren't his enemy. They settled on
her hips and pulled her close enough for her to feel his erection against her
backside.

His calloused hand reached through her thighs, skimmed
across her quivering stomach and then cupped her mound. He murmured something
in a language she didn't recognize. The drawling dialect was honeyed and
sensuous.

"What are you saying?" She spread her legs a little farther
and tilted her bottom higher, waiting for more.

"I said I'm going to fuck your pretty pussy."

Her thighs trembled at the sound of his heated voice and
bold words. "What...what language is that? I've never heard of it."

"It's the dialect of the Weres. You don't need to know any
more."

Before she could respond he slid a long finger inside her
wet pussy, making her gasp. Her tight slick walls spasmed around the welcome
invasion. It had been so long since someone had touched her there. Her body
ached for release, for a sweet orgasm to take hold of her and thrust her into
oblivion. She longed to feel that ecstasy and to forget her worries, if only
for a moment. She clenched down and arched up farther, wanting so much more
from him.

"Have me, Mace. Have my body."

He slid his finger in and out, loosening her, while his
thumb rubbed against the sensitive skin above her pussy, just below her anus.
She pressed her forehead against the mattress and reveled in the tingling
sensation building up. She listened to his uneven breathing and the sound of
his finger dipping into her slick juices and she knew she wasn't the only one
enjoying this.

It was working. Mace would be her lover. He would be tamed.

He inserted a second finger and she released a pent-up moan.
He eased them into the depths of her tight, aching pussy and then out again.
His fingers were slick with her juices as he ran them over her sensitive clit,
circled, then drove back into her heat. A full sweeping, all-possessing
movement that made her shudder with need. Then he drew them out to slide them
up over her sensitive anus and then back into her again.

With his other hand, he held her waist, keeping her steady.
In his grasp, she felt secure, yet her better judgment told her he could kill
her in an instant if he so chose. If he wanted, he could make the sex hurt.

But this was her WereSlave. This was her lover. She had the
power. And Mace's touch so far told her she was in safe hands. Gloriously safe,
warm hands. With long, lean fingers that worked her most sensitive area.

"More, Mace. I want more," she said just as heat thundered
through her, eliminating her every worry. She bit into her lip as the sensation
coursed from her womb to her thighs, to the tips of her toes.

Swirling. Warming. Tingling. Burning. Aching.

"Yes. Oh, God, Mace!" Her body spasmed uncontrollably as the
orgasm jolted her body. Mindlessly thrilled, she collapsed to her belly,
reeling in the aftershocks.

God have mercy, where had that come from? Who knew all that
was built up inside her? She breathed in heavy breaths. The room was silent for
several minutes as she lay there, gathering her wits.

"Did that satisfy you, slave?" He lightly swatted her
bottom. "Or do you have a name I can call you besides Queen?"

Her heartbeat calmed and reason returned. So he wasn't quite
as tame as she wanted. Not yet. "In bed you may call me Nayla. Amongst others
you must call me Queen." She peered up at him from the corner of her eye, now
disliking that she was in such a vulnerable position.

He grinned. "Nayla, after I finish fucking you, I don't plan
to call you anything at all."

How dare he? She dug her fingers into her palms, wishing she
could free herself. Enough with the games. The fabric of her ruined dress was
bound so tightly she could barely move her wrists. "Free me now. We've had our
fun."

* * * * *

Mace didn't intend to untie her anytime soon. He knew he was
asking for a speedy and certain death for himself and his pack, but what other
chance would he have to pay back the woman who held them all captive?

Her rounded bottom begged to be palmed, squeezed and
spanked. Hard. He gave in to his desires and took one cheek into each hand,
molding her creamy flesh in his grasp and parting them to take in the glorious
view. Her tight little anus puckered and her beautiful rosy folds swelled
before his eyes. He breathed in deeply, inhaling the tangy natural scent of the
juices that still flowed from her pussy. Her cum. His animal senses called out
to him, begging him to explore. How would a Queen taste?

How would Nayla taste?

Not to be denied, he dipped his head and licked a path over
her velvety pussy. So soft, warm and the musk rich taste didn't disappoint. He
licked her again and then inserted his tongue inside her clenching passage.
Mmm, she was a succulent creature.

Her body quivered as she sobbed, "Mace. Please."

He kissed her bottom before speaking. "Tell me you don't
want my cock inside of you and I'll release you." Hell, he had no intention to
do any such thing, but he was curious to hear her answer.

She kept silent, but stared up at him from the corner of her
eyes. Seductive, dark green eyes that held a thousand stories.

None that he cared to know, he reminded himself.

"Well?" He gripped her hips and propped her luscious ass
against his swollen cock. He slid it against her wet clitoris, teasing her. "If
you want me, then I shall do my best to give you my all."

"I'd like to be untied," she whispered. "I'd like to be able
to touch you." Her last words were a low mumble; he expected she hadn't wanted
him to hear them. Did she not know Weres had excellent hearing? Did she know
anything about them?

What a naive thing she was. She'd put herself at her
captive's mercy. She must be lonely and desperate to handpick a strange Were
from her filthy dungeon and take him as her lover. But why? She was stunning
and pampered, from her soft hair and skin to her painted toes. Why didn't the
Queen have a slew of men to choose from?

He almost felt bad for her. He almost wanted to free her to
save her some humiliation.

But no.

He prodded her tight pussy, only allowing the head of his
cock to enter her. She was slick and welcoming, hugging and luring him in. His
cock throbbed and begged for release. But he resisted. Here, he would wait
until she pleaded for more.

She whimpered and nuzzled her forehead into the mattress. If
she told him no, he wouldn't persist. He wasn't a savage, regardless of what
they thought. During the light of the day, he was as human as the next.

He was a man. A man who had been tempted to the point of no
return by this woman.

Her tattered breathing and whimpering almost did him in. Why
did she fight it? Did it bother her so much that she wasn't in control, that
her slave was her master?

Her hands were fisted at her back, white from clenching
tight. Perspiration soaked her blonde ringlets, pressing them to her rosy
cheeks. "Fine." She peeked up at him again. "Continue, if you must."

"You're acting as if this was my idea, Nayla." He grinned at
her and inched a little farther into her wet heat. "Are you second-guessing
yourself?"

She let out an earthy moan and clenched down on his
pulsating erection.

He gulped and steadied his urge to fill her with his seed.
"Are you?" He forced out with a growl.

"No, damn you." Her voice shook. "I said I wanted you and I
stand by my word."

Mace couldn't help but chuckle at her defensive behavior. It
told him more than words could.

"Nothing is funny." She glared up at him. "I don't
appreciate your teasing. You can see how much I want you. My body shakes from
it. Do you wish to wait until my hands are numb from this damn restraint?"

"Why not? The chains that shackle me bite against my wrists
and ankles. The blisters can't heal as fast as they form." So he was
exaggerating some. Teasing this woman seemed to come as second nature. It
couldn't be contained, he thought, biting back a smile.

"Oh. I didn't realize." Her eyes softened and she began to
sit up.

"Wait." He held her still. Damn his selfish desires, but he
didn't want this to end until they were both satisfied. He'd had many women
since his wife, at times more than one or two at a time. Were women were
insatiable at times and when his pack celebrated the full moon, an orgy
transpired, allowing them to enjoy each others' bodies as wolf or as man.

Those nights had sated him physically but he'd never known a
true sexual connection since his wife. No, never once since Elizabeth.

He forced his mind clear of the forlorn memories. Right now
he craved this woman--in spite of her evil intentions. "I'll be fine if we do
this my way," he said.

Grudgingly, he slipped from her heat, instantly missing her
welcoming hold and made quick work of shredding the cloth from her arms. She
sat up with her back pressed against his chest and rubbed her wrists.

"Your way? Is that a joke?" She looked over her shoulder,
allowing Mace to see the flecks of gold in her forest eyes.

His heartbeat stuttered, but he kept a stern face. "If I'm
your lover, you'll do as I say and not the other way around." He nodded to the
padded upholstered headboard. "Up against there so I can fuck you properly."

Yes, he'd be her lover tonight--and he'd gain more insight to
this Queen and her country. Then tomorrow he'd think up a plan for his pack's
release. His people wouldn't suffer any longer.

Nayla wiped the perspiration from her brow and crawled to
the head of the bed. She'd allow Mace to have this night. Yes, she was the
Queen and when the lovemaking was over, she would leave this room and he would
stay. Imprisoned until he realized his place.

He had pride, she understood that now. And intelligence. He
wasn't like the rest of the mongrels in the dungeon. Or like the one who had
murdered her parents and wounded her body.

But he still wasn't human and God only knew how savage he
became when he transformed into full werewolf. She had no doubt he needed to
remain secured in irons, for the safety of her country.