I lick my lips, the taste of mango still sweet on them. “M-maybe you should take the pressure off. You know, with your hand.”
Carlos exhales audibly. As if he’d been waiting for permission, he immediately fists his cock. “Lie back, doll. Show me what I’m not going to have.”
He must have a streak of masochism along with that dominant swagger.
But who am I to deny him? He just gave me the best orgasm of my life. I lie back on the bed and cup my own breasts.
He growls and starts pumping his thick cock. “Are you going to let me paint you with my cum, muñeca?”
“Yes,” I whisper, before I even know how to answer.
“Sweet wolf,” he murmurs.
I reach my fingers between my legs and stroke my pussy.
Carlos’ growls fill the room. Emboldened, I crawl up, sit on my heels and open my mouth. Carlos slaps the head of his cock against my tongue as he beats off. “Carajo, Sedona. That tongue has been my torture.”
I wrap my hands around his fist and pull his cock into my mouth, closing my lips around his girth and stroking the underside with my tongue.
“Oh fates,” he groans. I suck harder and bob my head forward and back over his length. “Baby, yes. So sweet.” He tunnels his fingers into my hair and then closes them, stopping my head with a gentle tug.
“Such a good girl,” he croons as he slowly pushes his cock in my mouth. I tense, knowing I can’t take his full length. He stops halfway and eases out, then repeats the action. “Mmm, so good.” His voice is deep and raspy. “I can’t believe you offered up that sexy mouth of yours. I’ve been wanting to kiss it since the moment I saw you, Sedona. Now I’m fucking it.”
My pussy clenches. I want him to fuck me, but I know that’s a bad idea. I swirl my tongue around his cock, taking a long pull.
“Enough,” he barks. He sounds angry, and his brows are drawn up tight. He pulls my mouth off using my hair and pushes me onto my back. “Touch yourself.”
No argument here. My pussy is dying for round two. I cup my mons, pushing the heel of my hand against my clit and undulating my fingers over the rest.
Carlos roars and cum shoots out his cock in ribbons, covering my breasts, my belly, my thighs. He paints me with it, as if it gives him pleasure to see my skin decorated with his seed. I arch on the bed, my breasts thrusting toward the ceiling, knees falling wide. He shoves my hand out of the way and slaps my pussy, short, sharp slaps right over my clit. I can’t comprehend how he knows such a thing will satisfy me, but it does. It’s exactly the right intensity, the right speed, the right sensation. Lights flash before my eyes as I explode into a second orgasm, writhing in ecstasy and agony on the bed.
“Sedona.”
Fates, I love the way he says my name.
He falls down on top of me, pinning my wrists, exactly the way I’d imagined, and buries his face in my neck. “Beautiful she-wolf. What will I do with you?” He bites my shoulder, suckles my ear lobe.
Keep me forever.
But that’s ridiculous. Just because a wolf gives a good orgasm doesn’t mean he’s my mate.
No, he can’t help himself because we’re locked naked in a cell together over the full moon. And lord knows, by the time we get out, I won’t ever want to see him again, anyway.
Yeah, that’s a lie, but I don’t want to examine my feelings on the subject. Not now, anyway.
I close my eyes and breathe in Carlos’ scent. It’s like the outdoors-woodsy and clean. And delicious.
Carlos releases my wrists and settles beside me on the bed. I roll into him, accept his arm as my pillow. My nose rubs against the smooth skin of his chest. My wolf relaxes. In her opinion, I’m totally safe with him.
I don’t know how we got from fucked-up kidnapping situation to this, but I’m going to enjoy it while I can.
~.~
Carlos
Sedona falls asleep in my arms and it’s impossible for me to rest. Her scent is up in my nostrils, her bare skin touching mine. I’m hard again in minutes. I close my eyes and distract myself by brooding over the elders. I’ve been blind to the problems I’ve seen since I returned to Monte Lobo this month. Things seemed bad, but I didn’t want to think the worst of the council. These men stepped in as role models for me when my father died. They supported my education, encouraged me to spread my wings. Or so I thought.
At the time, I’d been grateful to leave. My mother was going mad from my father’s death and I was too young to take the role of alpha. The elders stepped up to look after her, and I was relieved not to have to see her suffer day in and day out.
Now I see they were getting me out of their way. I didn’t realize just how power crazy and fucked up they were until they pulled this stunt.
When I came home three weeks ago to take my place as alpha, I’d presented the ideas I worked on while I was getting my MBA. In this pack, the alpha doesn’t act alone, he must gain support of el consejo first. It’s always been that way.
The elders tabled most of my suggestions. They had a million reasons why each of my changes wouldn’t work. They urged me to go back out in the world and bring back a mate. Let them take care of business here as usual. As they had for years.
I’ve been frustrated, but I thought I just needed a little more time to prove myself as alpha. I told myself they were reasonable and intelligent men who wanted the best for the pack. But I ignored my gut, which told me el consejo had let power cloud their vision.