Were Slave (2010) (5 page)

Nayla swallowed any rising fear, hoping the Were would be as
reasonable as he'd been the night before. "Yes, I'm fine, thank you. I, uh,
merely tripped."

"Are you sure, my Queen? Would you like any assistance?"

"No! No, everything is fine. I have everything under
control." She hoped. She waited for the guard to say more but heard nothing but
silence.

"Very good, Nayla." Mace slid his searing hand down her neck
and rested it on her shoulder. "Now, I don't have to hurt you," he took her
earlobe into his hot mouth and gently pulled it between his teeth, "much."

A shiver rolled down her spine, but she ignored his attempt
to rattle her--and the growing need to feel his mouth on other parts of her body.
"I brought you some food. You must be hungry."

"I told your guards I'm not eating until my pack is cared
for. Didn't they pass the word or are they as obtuse as their Queen?"

"I beg your pardon?" She jerked away from him and realized
he'd let her go too easily. What was his game?

He stood before her naked with a roguish grin on his face.
She'd almost forgotten how stunning he was. Almost. Her heart thumped and her
temperature rose a few degrees as she searched his lean, muscled body for any
type of restraint. But there were none.

"What? Are you feeling shy all of a sudden?" He gripped his
beautiful cock. "Did you forget how this felt inside you?"

"That's not an appropriate way to speak to me." Her voice
squeaked when she spoke and perspiration dampened her skin. Yes, she remembered
exactly how he'd felt inside her. And she wanted it again.

"No? I'm simply beginning from where we left off last
night." He took a step closer. "No 'fuck me, Mace' tonight? No 'have my body as
you wish'?"

"That was in the throes of passion." She stepped back.

"Be honest, Nayla. You want me chained. That's what heats
your blood, isn't it? A WereSlave to fulfill your perverted desires." His smile
broadened.

"I'm not a pervert. Many Queens before me have chosen a Were
as a lover for...for our needs. It's very common."

In a fluid motion, he closed the distance between them and
lifted his hands to cup her face. "What if I don't wish to be chosen as your
sex slave?" Frowning now, his gaze lingered on her lips. "What if I choose to
kidnap you? What if I tied you up and used your body whenever I had needs?
Would that make me an animal?"

Finally, his somber eyes met hers. She wasn't sure what to
think. He seemed so human, yet everything she'd ever learned about werewolves
had told her they were animals.

And what they'd done to her parents--and to her.

She shook her head as resentment rose back to the surface,
but thought she'd better not argue. Not when he was unchained. How much would
it take for him to snap and kill her? She needed to soothe him. "I, uh, I
ordered my guards to feed and clean the members of your pack." She gestured
toward the mess on the floor. "That's why I brought you food."

"How thoughtful of you." He dropped his hands from her face
and Nayla hated that she missed their warmth. "How do I know you're not lying?"

"Right." She remembered he'd asked for proof. "If you're
chained I can escort you to the dungeon."

He lifted a dark eyebrow. "What is it with you and the
chains?"

"How else can I trust that you won't escape or try to hurt
anyone?"

He chuckled. "Trust me? You're alone with me in a dark
bedroom. Last night, I penetrated your body and made you scream my name. Do you
know how many chances you've given me to hurt you? To kill you?"

"You wouldn't dare." God, she hoped not.

"And yet you don't trust me. Why is that?" A wild spark
glinted in his eyes and his gorgeous lips curled up to a half-smile.

Nayla stood speechless. She didn't know how to answer his
question and she didn't know how to stanch the raw need surging through her
body. Her fingers itched to touch him, despite the ill will she held for his
species. He was so close and... She glanced down to his solid erection. He wanted
her too.

She licked her dry lips. "I trust us. Together."

* * * * *

Mace raked his gaze down to the lush cleavage spilling from
her dress. He gave up trying to fight the attraction. It was an impossible
mission. The wolf inside of him, the part that was difficult to control, was
clawing to be released, weakening his human side. It had been too long since
he'd transformed, too long since he'd felt the moon's empowering glow.

He gritted his jaw. How simple it would be to break through
the boarded windows and run into the night. But leaving wasn't an option as
long as his pack was imprisoned. Which wouldn't be for much longer if Nayla was
honest about agreeing to feed them. If it were true, soon they might have
enough strength to overpower the guards.

With his naive Nayla occupied, they might have a better
chance.

"Do you trust me, Mace?" She stared up at him, her eyes
glossy against the dim light of the oil lamp. "I promise I'll make your life
pleasant. And I'll be loyal to you." She brushed her fingers down the center of
his abdomen and her voice dropped to a sensual whisper. "If you continue to
satisfy me, I'll give you my all."

His stomach clenched against her touch as pressure built in
his groin. No, he'd not be so foolish as to put his life in this woman's hands.
But he'd gladly allow her to satisfy him for now. And, damn it if he didn't
want to give her more pleasure.

Like an addict reaching for his drug, Mace seized her wrist
and pressed her hand against his erection. His blood coursed through his body,
rushing toward her touch as she wrapped her cool, soft fingers around his cock.

He inhaled a rough breath and guided her up and down his
shaft. With his hypersensitive Were senses on overload, he caught the musky
scent of her pussy as she grew moist for him.

His balls knotted achingly tight. "Have you ever had a man
in your mouth, Nayla?"

She shook her head and looked up at him. "No. I'd like to
try it, though. I want to taste you. Every part of you."

He swallowed any hope of denying her this evening, wondering
how he'd found himself in this predicament, yearning for a beautiful woman who
was also his captor. The same woman who'd starved his pack and imprisoned them
in filth. If he hated her, all this would be simpler, but every nerve in his
body deceived him by craving her.

He brought his hand up to brace the back of her neck. With a
firm hold, he pulled her with him as he found a wall to lean against, then
eased her down to her knees. She went willingly but pursed her lips, probably
holding back a scowling remark about how she, the Queen, shouldn't be treated
this way. But he didn't give a damn. He refused to be her whipping boy. If she
wanted this affair, it would be on his terms.

Her hands trembled as she held his base. "I've seen it done
and I know I can be good at it."

Not the response he'd been expecting. He released her neck
and used his hand to sweep the tip of his cock across her parted lips. With her
kneeling in front of him, looking up at him with glossy eyes, all he desired
was to be deep in her mouth.

She licked the path he'd made with his pre-cum. "Mmm," she
said so softly he barely heard.

But he did hear it. And it ignited him. Beads of sweat
formed on his forehead and his balls tightened, begging for release. "Please,
Nayla."

A mischievous smile curved her moist lips before she gripped
the base of his cock with both hands and slowly twirled her pink tongue around
his engorged head.

"Oh, God." He pressed his palms against the cold, solid wall
behind him.

She took his head into her mouth then, soaking him in her
warmth. The sight of her lips wrapped around him was breathtaking. Her sweet,
innocent appearance colliding with crude passion as his dick corrupted her
virgin mouth.

"More," he said coarsely and braced her neck again. "Please
take more." He nudged his erection farther into her mouth and she moaned
against it, swirling her slippery, velvet tongue along each side.

One of her hands grabbed his hip as the other continued to
squeeze his shaft. Her lips tightened around him as she grew hungrier, greedily
sucking him in until he was snug against the roof of her mouth and the back of
her throat.

"Nayla, you're so good. So very good." He thrust his hips
forward, wanting desperately to fuck her lush mouth.

She sucked harder as her tongue ran against the bottom of
his cock. The pressure was fierce and growing inside him. He dragged breaths of
air into his parched lungs as all blood rushed to his groin. She was relentless
and oh-so eager to please him, to taste him.

He cried out a violent sound and jerked against her mouth,
shooting his hot cum into the back of her throat. She released him and swallowed,
wiping her swollen lips with the back of her hand.

His rough breathing calmed as she stood before him and
wrapped her arms around his neck. Her body was soft and the scent of lust was
even stronger, causing his cock to stiffen again.

"I think I deserve a kiss now." She bit into her bottom lip.

What? He swiped the sweat from his brow. "A kiss?"

"You haven't kissed me yet. Did you realize that?"

Ah. He was well aware he'd avoided that type of intimacy,
something he'd left behind with the memory of Elizabeth. A fuck was a fuck but
a kiss led to emotions. Or at least it had with his late wife.

"I don't kiss," he said simply.

"Ever? Or just me?"

He shook his head, ignoring the irrelevant question. "When
do I get to see my pack?"

"When will you kiss me?" She looked straight into his eyes,
not allowing him to avoid her question.

He couldn't help but smile. "Are we bartering?"

"I do what I must to get what I want and I very much would
like your lips on mine."

"Let me get this straight. All I have to do is kiss you and
you'll take me to my pack without chains."

"Yes. It's a simple request, don't you think?" She nuzzled
up against his neck and licked a spot below his ear.

Bold woman, but, God, so irresistible. "All right." What
could it harm? Besides, he wasn't as weak as he'd once been. He had a strong
mind and body. And, he admitted to himself, he'd wanted to taste her full red
mouth since he'd laid eyes on it.

"Yes?" She smiled and crushed her soft breasts harder
against his chest.

With a breath, he summoned all his strength. "Don't get
excited. It'll mean nothing."

"Oh. I...well, that's fine with me." Her smile faded and he
almost regretted being cruel to her.

His gaze dropped from her eyes to her lips. They were plump
and smooth and they were drawing him in. Not since Elizabeth had he wanted to
kiss a woman more. And as soon as he gave himself permission, need overtook
him. He ducked his head and took her sweet mouth.

Fervent and fiery, their lips met but it wasn't enough. He
gathered her closer with one arm around her tiny waist and a hand to cup her
jaw. Her tongue surprised him by flicking out and into his mouth. He quickly
obliged her by meshing it with his own. She tasted like his earthy scent but
sweetened with her own pleasing flavor. Nectar-sweet, like a peach he could
bite into. Rich and tempting.

He wanted to consume her, lick and nibble her body from her
lips to her ripe pussy. He wanted to possess her, make her his.

No, that was just his reignited hard-on speaking for him. Or
his need to protect and dominate. Having this delicate woman in his arms was
confusing him. Her soft, supple curves molded to his hard male lines,
diminishing the small bit of command he had left.

He told himself to pull away from her intoxicating mouth but
it was useless. She tasted too good, felt too right.

Damn her. He wanted more.

Impatience, anger and desire fueled him as he raised her
skirt and tore away the fabric that separated her from his need to fill her.

"Mace."

He silenced her with a firm kiss, pressing hard against her
lips, entangling his tongue with hers. His fingers dug into her hips as he
pulled her with him to the floor, lifting her and setting her on top of his
lap.

Not a moment passed before his cock found the entry to her
taut, wet pussy. He guided her down, stretching her inch by slow inch until he
filled her completely. Encompassing, snug and warm. So fucking perfect.

A small sound of satisfaction escaped her throat and she
nipped his bottom lip with her teeth, drawing blood.

He didn't care. His attention centered on her muscles
clenched tight against his throbbing shaft. With his help, she rose slightly
and sank back down. Up and then down. He dug his heels into the floor and
thrust up to meet her each time. Their shared groans of rising pleasure seemed
to draw them closer, into their own bubble of ecstasy. Nothing else mattered
but their inevitable release.

Her juices trickled from her pussy onto his testicles and he
knew she was close to coming.

Oh, hell.

He dropped his bloody mouth from hers and kissed and licked
the valley between her ample breasts, tasting his coppery blood mix with her
salty skin. Her breasts bounced with her steady up-and-down movements. So
lovely. He only wished he'd taken the time to shred the dress from her body,
like he had the night before. He wanted her naked and vulnerable. From memory,
he knew every inch of her was exquisite. And his. She was his.

Nayla belonged to him.

No man would ever have her like this. No man would ever make
her whimper and sweat with passion. Not if he could help it.

Her fingernails bit into his shoulders and she moaned softly
against his ear. "Come inside me, Mace. Please."

He shook his head but continued, grasping her supple ass and
quickening his pace. Thrusting his hips up faster and harder while he held her
flesh in his hands.