He flipped her over with no trouble at all, despite the fact that she was struggling to get away. Then he pushed his hands under her shirt, roughly tearing at her bra until her breasts burst free, his fingers playing with her nipples. Streaks of hot fire shot through her, making her pant and moan, her body throbbing with arousal. She didn’t understand fully why her body was responding so intensely – she had heard other teens talk about sex, but they hadn’t described anything like this. She felt like she would die if she didn’t get close to him. She was so wet that her underwear was soaked.
He lifted her shirt over her head, then twisted it so her hands were trapped, holding her with one strong arm. Then he leaned over her and took one nipple slowly into his mouth, watching her eyes as he drew on it gently.
She gasped. The pleasure that shot through her was so intense that it made her crotch contract, her clit swelling and throbbing. He drew again, watching her reaction, watching her squirm and moan. She felt tears in her eyes at the sensation. She could scarcely breathe.
Suddenly there was a tap at the door.
It took Maddy a moment to recognize the sound, she was so caught up in what his mouth was doing to her. Then she blinked, coming partly out of her daze of arousal, and he released her hands. There was another knock, louder this time. Gareth looked at her with narrowed eyes, a firm command to stay put, then he pushed himself up off of the bed. His entire body was tense as he stalked away. She had the feeling it took all of his control to leave her at that moment.
He opened the door to speak to the boy who stood there, taking the foldable cot from his hands. In the meantime, Maddy tried to right her bra with trembling fingers. Her entire body was shaking, partially from nerves, but mostly from the intense sensations that kept washing over her. He wasn’t touching her anymore, but she felt like he still was. Her nipples were hard and aching, begging to be stroked, and she brushed her own fingers over them experimentally. It felt so good that she almost cried out. Her pants were wet and she felt an empty, burning ache; she was desperate to rub against anything. Her pants were uncomfortable and rough against her sensitive skin. What had he done to her? It couldn’t be natural. Why had she been so upset again? It was hard to remember.
The conversation at the door was closing up, and Maddy acted on sudden inspiration. Struggling for control over her body, she forced her legs to cooperate and slid to the side of the bed, then over the edge to land with a soft thud on the floor. The carpet was rough against her heated skin, almost painful. She caught her breath for a moment, her body so aroused she could barely control herself, then she rolled under the bed. It was a cramped, dusty space, but at least she felt safe. Part of her murmured that she was acting like an idiot, but she pushed it away. She was not going to let him control her, dammit. She was not going to be his sex tool for whenever he was horny. She forced herself to remember his animalistic side, to remember Yvonne and all the things the woman had told her. Gareth still hadn’t addressed that.
The door shut; there were no more voices. She watched as the cot was dragged into the room and then laid out in front of the bed, the wooden legs folded down. Gareth proceeded in walking around the bed for a moment, then he stood silently to one side, not moving at all. Maddy swallowed hard. She was sweating and nervous, wondering what he would do, wondering if there would be some sort of punishment for her later. He hadn’t hit her as of yet, but his actions in the hall had been bordering on violent. She knew he was very capable of killing. She was still waiting for the blow that was bound to come at some point.
She heard a deep sigh, bordering on a groan of frustration. Then she watched as he leaned down and started undoing his boots – all she could see were his hands on the laces as he tugged them off, kicking them to the side of the room. Then she heard a zipper draw and a belt buckle clink, and her eyes widened. His pants dropped to the floor, and he kicked them away too. The shirt landed somewhere in the distance. He was undressing himself. Was he just going to go to bed without her? The thought made her relieved and angry at the same time.
He stood still again for a long moment, though now she was trapped looking at a pair of tanned, bare feet. Nice feet, too, with symmetrical toes and clean nails. Then abruptly he leaned down, and she saw a hand hook the side of the bed. To her horror, the bed started to lift until it was propped several feet in the air, and she was staring up at Gareth’s form, his face grim, eyes glinting down at her. He was dressed only in a pair of boxers and his muscles bulged across his smooth chest. Even his legs were muscular and well-shaped. She couldn’t stop her eyes from traveling to the dark hole in the leg of his boxers, and she saw something move there, something stiff and hard beneath the fabric. It was impossibly long. Her eyes bulged.
He didn’t have to say anything. She scrambled out from under the mattress before he could drop it on her, blushing from the intimate sight of him, her arousal becoming even more intense. Her heart was pounding; she had never seen a man lift up a queen-sized bed before, using only one hand! Was it his werewolf strength, or was he just insanely strong to begin with?
She moved to the side of the room as he set the bed down again, then he leapt over it faster than she could respond to, and grabbed her by the shoulders. She gasped, flinching, ready for the hit to come – but instead he lifted her up, putting her over his shoulder before swinging her gently down onto the bed. She was surprised, to say the least. His dark expression and the stiffness of his shoulders let her know that he was pissed, but he didn’t show it with his hands.
Instead he moved onto the bed, folding himself over her, his chest propped above her as he trapped her with his arms. She couldn't move; knew it was futile. His hands slipped off her bra again and cupped her breasts, teasing the nipples. He didn't say anything, didn't kiss her, just looked into his eyes as he played with her body.
His hands dropped to her pants, and he slid them from her waist, pulling off the panties with them. She made a noise of complaint and struggled to stop him, but he ignored her, growling low in his throat in warning. She let him pull the pants down and toss them to the floor. When he turned back to her, he grabbed her ankles and held her still, his eyes roving over her naked, exposed body. She blushed and looked away, squirming under his scrutiny, never having been looked at so intimately before. His face was harsh and drawn, and she couldn’t tell what he was thinking — except that he wanted to eat her.
“They touched you,” he said. “They scared you... if you could only know what they were thinking, Maddy, you would know they deserved what they got.” The sincerity in his voice made her shudder, but she felt the tension loosen inside. She was beginning to understand what he meant. She still didn't like it... but he had saved her life the only way he could. And they weren't humans, she reminded herself. This was a whole different world.
He inhaled, and the growl started in his throat again as he moved over her, covering her body with his, allowing her to feel every inch of him. “I love the smell of you,” he grunted.
Then he pulled her up and made her sit in front of him, her knees spread, and he crossed his legs in front of her. She stared at him wide-eyed, her lips slightly parted and moist; he took her hand, and guiding it slowly, put it against his crotch. Her eyes grew larger as his erection jumped. It was hard and long, far thicker than anything she had thought possible. How could a man’s member change shape so drastically?
Using her hand, he rubbed his erection through his boxers, letting her feel its hard length. When he spoke, his voice was husky. “Pull it out,” he murmured.
“What?” she whispered, her voice breathy and unsteady.
“Touch it.” He pushed her hand into his boxers, and she complied, realizing what he wanted. It was an order, and his other hand went to the back of her neck, holding her there as she followed his instructions and reached in, her finger stroking against the silky skin of his cock. Her mouth went dry as she slowly pulled it out, staring at the long, hard length of him. He had to be eight inches if not more.
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“Rub it, like this,” he said again, his voice still rumbling with inhuman power. He took her hand and began to stroke it up and down his length, tightening her fingers, showing her the places he liked. Maddy was blushing from head to toe, her fingers shaking. After a minute or so he released her hand and she kept rubbing by herself, slowly growing bolder, adding more pressure.
“If you stop, then I’ll stop,” he growled low, and then suddenly he was kissing her again, pressing against her lips and opening her mouth with his tongue. Her breath caught, and she moaned as his lips trailed down the side of her neck to her shoulder, tickling her, drawing out even more intense feelings. She sighed when his lips finally found her breasts again, and he drew one hard, pink nipple into his mouth. Then she couldn’t think anymore, his tongue swirling over the small nub.
Abruptly he stopped. She groaned, wondering why he was torturing her. Then he cleared his throat. His hand covered hers, and she realized she had stopped rubbing him. She knew she should be mad, that she hadn’t forgiven him yet and she wasn’t planning to, that she should push him away and run from the room… but she tightened her grip instead and continued stroking. He laughed low in his throat, a sound that slid deliciously across her skin. “Good girl,” he whispered.
She shivered.
Then he was moving again, pulling her closer against him until she was in his lap, her legs on either side of him, his member between. His one hand went to her breast, but the other traveled across her body and over her legs, then played between her thighs, stroking gently at the skin. Maddy wanted to scream – his slow movements were frustrating, building up the tension in her body and driving her crazy.
Then his fingers slid over her lower lips, dampening themselves in her moisture and trailing forward until he flicked over her clit. A stab of pleasure shot through her, so intense that she cried out, though he took the sound into his mouth with a sudden kiss. He pulled her closer until her breasts were rubbing against his chest, one arm going around her shoulders, and he pinned her to him as he pressed his fingers against her, playing along the outside of her hole, his palm still pressing her clit.
He paused again. It was all she could do to force herself to move her hand. She couldn’t concentrate on anything except the feeling of his body. She was dying to have anything inside of her, even if it was only his fingers, but the length of his cock in her hand put dirty thoughts in her head. He could take her right now and she wouldn’t say no — she wouldn't know how to. He could just slide her forward, press the head of his member against her hole, and then….
A finger slid into place. She moaned, her forehead falling to his shoulder, and he placed his lips against her ear. “Almost there, love,” he murmured. “Don’t stop now.”
She could feel his cock swelling in her hand, growing even stiffer, and she sped up her pace. He placed his hands for a moment over hers, and she realized he was getting her fluid on his member, giving it a smooth texture that allowed her hand to work more easily. Then his fingers were inside her again, a second one pressing in with the first, and she groaned, wiggling against him, wanting him deeper.
He hit the spot, that sweet place that made her entire body convulse. Her breath come in short, tight gasps. He rubbed her there, his fingers moving in and out, first slowly and then building in tempo as she relaxed. His mouth found hers, and he started kissing her, their tongues playing.
Then she felt it – a wave building, a pressure growing, making her crazy. She let go of his member and put her hand on his shoulder and clung for dear life, her nails biting into his skin. He moved for a moment more, pleasuring her, then he paused, holding her right before her peak.
“Please,” she moaned, pressing hot kisses across his chest and neck. “Please….”
“Shh,” he hushed, kissing her forehead. “I’ll go when you go.”
“I can’t… I can’t think….” she groaned.
“You can and you will,” he murmured, and she realized what he was doing to her now – he was punishing her, just in a completely different and far more sadistic way. She groaned, hating him even more, but so hungry for release that she felt like she would die.
She forced herself to rub him and kept going. She focused on him, his body, his breathing, the sheen of sweat that covered his muscles, the tension in his arms as he held her. His smell. Her movements became more sure and steady, and she began to play with his head, stroking up his length before swirling around the tip with her fingers. He groaned, leaning forward until his head rested against hers, his teeth brushing her skin. Was he going to bite her? She couldn’t tell.
And then his member stiffened and jerked, and he grunted — he grabbed her tightly and white fluid spurted out of his dick, landing against her stomach. He groaned, crushing her to his chest, pressing his member against her skin until he finished. She was silent, listening to him pant against her, his breath hot and heavy on her neck.
Then suddenly he grabbed her and lifted her, still holding her against him, until his one arm was supporting her and the other went between her legs. “You want it, babe?” he said. “It's yours.”
And his fingers entered her again, this time stretching her and penetrating deeper, brushing against her sensitive core. She clutched at him, burying her face in his shoulder, crying out uncontrollably now that she was so close to her own orgasm. And then the wave started again, building in her body with each flick of his thumb against her clit, each slide of his fingers. He brought her to the edge and kept pushing until suddenly she was screaming, crying out, not caring anymore how much noise she made. And then her body convulsed, clamping down on his fingers, her hole tightening and the pleasure breaking over her. It consumed her like wildfire.
When she was done, she held him tight, her arms shaking, her entire body lax and shivering in the aftermath. She was barely coherent. He gently straightened her out and laid her down on the bed, then curled next to her, his long body practically smothering her own. She liked the warmth, though. The warmth and the way his hand played across her stomach, his fingers brushing over her tiny scars then traveling to her back, touching the longer marks that were there. She blushed again and closed her eyes, pushing her head against his shoulder, not wanting to see his face.
He didn’t mention the scars. When he next spoke, his voice was gentle. “Now, what is all of this nonsense that Yvonne told you?” he murmured.
She stiffened immediately, feeling stupid and ashamed even as the anger returned slightly. “You dated her,” she said, and her voice sounded small and pitiful. “She said you were going to settle… that you guys were… you know….”
He didn’t laugh, but she got the impression that he was smiling, even though she didn’t look at his face. “That’s been over a long time,” he said.
“But you said we were lifemates! Hell, I don’t even know what that means.” Maddy finally looked up at him, remembering her reason for being upset. She glared. “I don’t know who to believe – you or her? Because if I believe you, then apparently this lifemate thing isn’t so important after all, and if I believe her….” She trailed off. “Well, I guess it’s kinda the same.”
“Maddy, not all wolves meet their lifemates,” Gareth said slowly. She had pushed away from him, but he gathered her up in his arms again, forcing her closer. “I didn’t know I would meet you. I was young, all of this was seven years ago, and Yvonne’s father was the pack leader… it made sense at the time.” He shook his head slowly. “But thank god things changed.”
“What, couldn’t stay together when you lost your pack?” Maddy couldn’t keep the bitterness from her voice. “I guess that really tore you up, huh? Losing your family and your lover. Must have been tough.”
“She left me before that,” he said softly. “Actually, she went with Kane, or did she tell you that part? She’s nothing but a two-faced backstabbing whore, Maddy. She’s only after me now because I might be the next Alpha.”
Maddy was silent. Actually, Yvonne had m
entioned something about 'needing a real man,' but in her anger Maddy hadn't focused on that part. It just seemed that Yvonne had so much to offer – what did some eighteen-year-old high school student have over a strong, attractive werewolf? That brought another thought to her head. “What about the pack, then?” she asked, softer this time. “I’m a human, Gareth, and it seems like I keep getting reminded of that. The pack isn’t going to accept me. I’m still an outsider here, just like I’ve always been.”
His hand was playing with her hair. “Don’t think of that,” he murmured. “Trust me. It will all work itself out. Don’t worry about it.”
“But how?” Maddy shook his hand away and propped herself up, looking at him. His green eyes almost glowed in the dark, his expression lazy, a slight smile hovering around his lips. On any other man, she would have thought that he wasn’t taking her seriously, but she didn’t miss the attentiveness in his gaze. “How are they ever going to accept that I’m a human and your lifemate? It seems to be a big deal.”
His smile stayed, but his eyes grew darker, somehow closed off. “They’ll accept you,” he murmured. “I'll make sure of that. There are ways to initiate you into the pack.”
“Like what?”
“Why so many questions?” he asked, and kissed her forehead again, laying her head against his shoulder. “You worry too much. I have it all under control. Just trust me, alright?”
“How can I trust you after everything I heard in there?” she murmured. “I'm not used to any of this. Your world is so different, Gareth... and so....”