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He extended a clawed partially human hand. “Come, pet.”
Not caring she might be under his mind control, she took his large paw-like hand.
Lucky for Lev, the cavern den had been built with a high ceiling and wide arched entries. He engulfed her hand and escorted her to the living room. He let go of her hand and pointed to a shag rug. “On your knees.”
“Doggie style?”
He growled and bit the tip of her nose. Not hard, but gently. “I didn’t give you permission to speak.”
She flinched and touched her smarting nose. “Excuse me?”
“You are human, the lowest of the low in our pack. My obedient pet.”
She met his eyes and her defiance melted. His alpha essence turned her into putty. She went onto her knees. Her kinky desires winning over her need for autonomy.
“Shake your ass.”
Rachel rocked her hips to the left and then to the right in rhythmic motion. Wiggling like the women on rapper videos. Lev’s deep low sound reverberated through the room, somewhere between a growl and a purr.
“Good girl.” He planted clawed hands over her bottom and halted her waggle. “I love your ass.” He penetrated her with a force she had not expected. She gasped. Her wetness and her longing accepted every inch of his massive shaft.
He humped her, his claws firm, but not hurting. Primal. Amazingly hot. “Oh, god!” Immediately, she climaxed, once, twice, and on and on, until she turned boneless as each orgasm grew in intensity. He held her with one hand as if she would collapse. This was different than when he made love to her as a human. Holy hell. Glorious.
Lev thundered against her and grunted with each thrust. “Mine.” He stiffened in release and as he finished, he let loose a howl that must have been heard throughout the entire compound.
He rolled over on the floor, pulled her in and kissed her. Ready to sleep in after great sex splendor, she closed her eyes in bliss.
However, the big bad wolf was not done. Lev gently pushed her onto her back and spread her legs. What the… Unlike normal men, his shaft hardened again.
“Did you know our kind can fuck all night?”
She gaped at his pulsing cock. “No kidding.”
Lev climbed on top of her and raised her arms above him. He mumbled something in Russian and penetrated her.
In shock at his readiness, but not complaining, she arched. His rhythmic motion once again sent her into a frenzy of spasms. “Lev!” She writhed, abandoned in never ending pleasure.
Growling like a maddened wolf, he slammed into her. Lev erupted inside her and she joined him on the long ride.
Heavens. How long before he’d go again? Wet as she was, her loins could use a break. If he wanted more, she would tell him she was too sore. That is if she had a say.
Lev brushed his lips on her throat, rewarding her for a job well done. “You did well, my pet.” Fangs mouthed her tender exposed skin.
“And you too, my beautiful wolfish…” she gasped.
Brief pain, followed by drugging euphoria that soothed her tense muscles. After all he said about being held under the control of a blood mistress, she had not expected this. She should have protested for a million reasons, but could not, would not. The air crackled. A forest appeared. Lev in his black wolf form howled and she ran to him, not as a woman, but as a wolf. They romped and played like giddy pups. Silence. Darkness. Sleep overtook her.
Lev rocked back and forth with Rachel sleeping contently in his arms. “What have I done?” The taste of her scrumptious bloo
d lingered in his mouth. His system energized, ready for release. As a wolf, bear, more…The dream had felt so real, he still smelled the forest. Closing his eyes, he remembered snippets. He had released her, and then shifted from wolf to bear to lion to eagle. Woods, savannah, sky. As he landed back on terra-firma, Rachel ran naked through the woods, shimmering into a light, and as she grew near, had turned into a beautiful golden furred she-wolf. He wanted to mount her, but instead played. Until reality bit him with regret. Did I just become her blood slave?
Without waking Rachel, he took her to the bed and covered her with a throw blanket. She slept in pure contentment. Her pulse normal and her skin glowed as if rejuvenated after a week in a spa. Enhanced by his bite. Had he caused damage to her physiology? Becker had warned him about not knowing how his curative saliva would affect humans. He’d only meant to heal her sore vagina.
Lev kissed her forehead. I’m sorry, Goldilocks. It was 11:30 p.m. He quietly dressed and left. Instead of going to his den, he went out a secret underground exit that led to the forest.
He sucked in the cold winter air. He stripped and shifted to wolf form, sniffing the air. No other werewolves nearby. Good. He needed solitude. The freezing temperature cooled his hot core. He had enough energy to run several Iditarod races and make love for a week. His libido had not abated, but his need for her blood had. Lev didn’t feel like he belonged to Rachel. Perhaps having a blood bond mistress was not as bad as he thought. Yet, how soon would he crave more? Was it too late to quit? Dr. Becker had promised Dominic he would work on an antidote to stave the addiction. Had he made progress with a cure?
What if after all was said and done, Rachel wanted no part of living in a pack? Of him? She might have enjoyed the erotic sex, but what happened outside the den would try her fiery independence. He had no desire to ever break her spirit. What she really needed was time away from him. Time to miss him and or time to realize he would trap her forever.
