Chapter Thirteen
Seduction
Moonlight Run B&B
“Aye. Please, come in for a drink.”
He didn’t see any harm in letting Laurel come inside so he could explain what was happening. As if he knew? Sex was the one thing he knew about. He could explain that. The Calling was entirely different. Even he wouldn’t recognize the early symptoms.
They could have sex without claiming each other or actually mating, but after their reactions earlier, he didn’t want to risk getting carried away if there was more between them. Their emotional ties were stronger than any he’d felt before.
When they approached his room and entered, he glanced over his shoulder to see Laurel’s dress hit the floor as she closed the door behind her. His body heat soared and the wolf within him demanded release. But he didn’t dare.
“Lass, stop. What’re you doing?” His instinct hit first. The idea of tasting every inch and claiming her popped into his head. He’d never imagined claiming any other female. He considered rushing over and covering her, and yet, at the same time, he wanted to look his fill. He stuck with the latter plan because…well, just because looking at her pleased him so well.
“I want you to be the one to initiate me all the way for the first time. I want to experience everything we can safely do before you go off with Julie tonight.” Her eyes filled, glistening with moisture.
That concerned him. She was such a tough little thing. Seeing her vulnerable this way brought a lump to his throat.
He took a few steps toward her as she approached him. “I told you I wouldn’t succumb to Julie—”
“Don’t.” Laurel shook her head. “They’re giving her dire blood, with dire DNA. You may not be able to resist her. They are pumping her full of CiCi and your sister’s blood. Julie’s scent could fool your wolf.”
“I doubt it. My wolf seems to have made up his mind, and he wants you. Do you have dire DNA?” He’d wondered about their first touch. “It would explain a lot, and it would make our decision easier later.”
“I don’t know. Dires were common in the West eons ago. How would it make a difference? Would you refuse to meet with Julie?” She had that stubborn set to her mouth, telling Lucas he couldn’t win.
“No. I wouldn’t. We need the information from her.”
“Then give me this in case we never get more.”
She slinked across the remaining distance toward him, taking her time. Where had she learned to walk like that? His pants strangled his boys, getting tighter the closer she got. He adjusted himself and groaned.
Could he do this and still leave her to seduce Julie later?
Well, he couldn’t not do this. No way was his wolf letting him turn away.
“All right. I’ll show you everything about passion I can safely share with you for now.” If he got any harder from dealing with her innocent demands, he wouldn’t make it through the first lesson. “But no promises. Lesson one is the kiss.”
“We already covered that and a few other lessons.” Laurel brushed off his suggestion and pressed her naked body against his. Standing on her toes, she lifted her face for the kiss.
The woman’s small frame felt right in his embrace. Her size betrayed the strength rippling in her muscles beneath the creamy smooth skin he couldn’t resist exploring. Her petal-soft cheeks, shoulders, the rise of her breast—
After she proved she’d learned the kissing lesson, Laurel stepped away from him. Lucas experienced a moment of regret, but then her hands gripped the waistband of his pants and tugged him back to her.
“I have some ideas in mind, if that’s okay with you?” She began working on his pants, and he wrapped his big hands around her fragile wrists, removed them from his zipper, and gently stilled her movements.
Is this how he wanted things to go? Did he trust himself to go slow if things got crazy?
“Please.” She lifted her long lashes and forced him to look at her large round eyes, pleading with him. “I need to do this if I ever hope to prove I’m a female.”
“Both my wolf and I would differ with you, lass.” She didn’t need to worry. Lucas could barely think he was so hard. Experience didn’t matter when all he could think about was she’d never wanted any man enough to do this before.
“I can’t be the woman I want to be on all levels without ever knowing what it feels like to provide pleasure to a man.”
She was more than enough woman for him on all levels. Without pretense or traditional seduction, Laurel’s simple request managed to end his years of self-control.
“A real man gets pleasure from a woman’s pleasure.” His voice had gone rough and gravelly, and the wolf’s desire rumbled in the background. He unsuccessfully tried to clear the tightness from his throat, but the wolf affected his ability.
Without practiced finesse, she’d managed to seduce him with her innocent need to prove something to herself. She didn’t play sensual games, yet everything about her was sensual in the extreme. He’d already discovered the level of response she was capable of. Now he had the power to help her discover her own sexual talents. She tempted him. Perhaps too much.
“I want to do this, Lucas.”
He had the power to influence her impression of future relationships and teach her how to pleasure a man, how to derive her own pleasure in the process. He could be that man for her. Could he keep from claiming her? The idea of her with anyone else stirred pangs of jealousy he’d never experienced. He would gather his control and do this for her.
He released her wrists, and her eyes went wide. He undid the button at his waistband, and her gaze dropped to his zipper.
“Aye,” he encouraged her. “Go ahead.”
She paused, and, instead of going for his zipper, she walked her fingers up his chest then skimmed them down his abdomen. Her attention dropped to his groin and the straining bulge behind the material. Her fingers fumbled as she carefully released his zipper.
The stabbing need threatened to unhinge his control, but her unbridled interest thrilled him as she slid his pants down over his hips. Lucas held his breath. The cool air touched his naked dick, and his stomach muscles tightened.
When his erection popped out and poked upright, Laurel stared at the hard shaft bouncing against his abdomen. He moved her hands lower until her fingertips grazed his balls. She fondled him with a reverence he’d never experienced before. She was destroying him.
She curiously ran her hand up his length. He was never going to survive this. His erection increased in size, hardening and begging for more of her attention. Her lips formed that perfect “O” of surprise when his cock leaked the first pearly drop of pre cum.
Lucas couldn’t take his gaze off her. He gripped her shoulders, needing more. Laurel may have been inexperienced, but she’d done some research because she knew what felt good to him. Or maybe she read his aura. Well, that would be an advantage.
She groaned, deep and husky, begging him, “For tonight, mold me, teach me, let me be the female you’ve fantasized about.” She already was.
She dropped to her knees on the carpet, his rock-hard erection in her hand, and he wondered if he could hold it together when her tight little bud of a mouth kissed that hypersensitive spot at the base of his dick. She licked her way to the tip, swirled her tongue, circling the head, and moaned. The vibration drove deep into his soul, and pressure built in his balls. She sucked his length into her hot mouth, pulled back, and when her tongue peeked out in a teasing lick, she rolled her it around the crown, over the small slit in the hood then under the edges of the mushroom head.
She wrapped her lips over the thick shaft, enthusiastically deep-throated him, and sucked with just the perfect pressure.
His mind went blank as her second throaty moan vibrated against his responsive tip. She stole his heart with that singular move, and when she drew her lips tightly into a pleased grin, he knew she needed no instruction from him.
His eyes closed with pleasure, and his grip tightened in her hair. He forced her mouth to take in more and more of his cock. She hungrily took the hard flesh until the head butted the back of her throat, and still she sucked him in farther. Her mouth tormented his engorged flesh, and her fingers stroked his balls.
With the final swirl of her tongue, liquid fire surged from him like a volcano, erupting as his strangled cry escaped. It took everything in him to keep the wolf from exploding and shattering his final morsel of control.
Lucas lifted her from her knees and kissed her as he backed her toward the bed.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d come so hard. He’d just met this woman, and, though he was certain she was an innocent, she responded to him as no other before. And he liked her. His unusual response to her surprised him because he liked her a lot.
He repositioned his hands so he could take a minute to catch his breath and appraise her. What he saw was a woman in the throes of arousal as desperate as his own. Her lips, swollen from his recent kiss…their kiss, were parted and begging for more. He wanted to satisfy them both because, innocent or not, she gave as good as she got. Hell, he wanted her like he’d never wanted any woman before, but being with her completely was prohibited—off-limits—for more than one reason.
He turned her in his arms and kissed the soft skin between her shoulder blades then traced the gracefully delicate column of her spine, wanting to savor every inch of her. Her scent filled the air, and he was hard again, as if he hadn’t just shot off his load.
He positioned her nude body on the bed as if she was an erotic buffet for the senses. Then he devoured her swollen lips, and became more aroused when he tasted himself on her tongue. God, she was every erotic dream. He continued his exploration of her body and nibbled all the way down her tempting throat to the rise of her breast. Lucas laved one tip with his tongue, then moved away to tease her other nipple, ripe as a berry on top of a mound of vanilla ice cream.
“Oh, please, Lucas, touch me, please.”
“I will, lass.” He lightly pinched one nipple and suckled the other deep within his mouth.
He slid one hand between her thighs and felt how hot and wet she was for him. Every delicious inch of her demanded his attention. When she squirmed beneath him, he tossed a heavy leg across her hips to keep her in place before he moved lower to her red curls.
She tossed her head from side to side as he pleasured her with his mouth.
Laurel tasted delicious, smelled even better, and responded to him as no woman ever had before. She made it difficult for him to take his time.
“Lucas, god help me. Please, I need something now.”
“Shush, sweetling, have no fear.” He kissed her lips with a passion he never knew existed. How one little person half his size could bring out all these emotions in less than a day amazed him.
“The only thing I’m afraid of is not having you…now.”
“I’ll give you what you want. But you need time to adjust to my size, little one.”
He kneed her legs farther apart and seated himself slowly between her creamy thighs. As he entered her, one slow inch at a time, she arched her rib cage, greedy for more until he filled her.
He stilled to regain control, but she urged him on, squirming beneath him, begging him to move. His hips took control of his senses, lifting her with the strength of his thrust. With more urgency, she demanded more force as he awaited her surrender.
Her pace matched his own. This was not a claiming. This whole face-to-face thing was his way of being careful. But the pressure gathered in his balls, and he surged into her, not nearly hard or fast enough to satisfy him. Or her.
“Stop holding back,” she shouted. “More, Lucas. Harder.”
“You were a virgin, no?”
“Of course. But I’m a wolf and not the fragile little woman you think I am. Fuck me.”
He pistoned harder, faster, lifting her hips off the bed with his force. Sweat gleamed on her body. This felt like a claiming. And still he fought to prevent his wolf from breaking free.
“Mine,” his wolf exclaimed. “No,” he growled, silently denying his feelings.
His heart squeezed painfully, and, to his surprise, as Laurel tightened around him repeatedly, his orgasm came out of nowhere, and she joined him in a satisfied moan.
Spent with exhaustion from holding the wolf in check, he collapsed, suddenly feeling overwhelmingly concerned. It had never been this difficult to maintain control of his wolf. Now the idea of charming Julie for information was more disagreeable than it had been before. After this, Lucas couldn’t imagine being with any other woman.