Were Slave (2010) by Lia Slater Read Free Book Online

against the rough wall.
    She tightened her legs around him and tried to meet his
thrusts, ignoring the pain in her back. One of his hands gripped her bottom and
the other clawed at her breast, ripping at her fabric. Yes. God, yes. She
wanted to be free of her clothes so she could feel him against her, bare and
exposed for his touch.
    Like animals. Yes, just like an animal. He could have her
that way. He could have her any way.
    He wrenched away from her mouth and dipped his head to her
beaded nipple. His teeth were sharp as he took her flesh into his mouth. Nayla
watched him, unable to tear her eyes from his beauty as he sucked, then
nibbled, then scraped his teeth across her flesh, nicking her skin.
    A drop of blood ran down the curve of her breast and he
licked at it. "Sorry," he murmured and lapped his tongue over the path again.
"I'm losing control. You make me lose control."
    "It's fine." She constricted her pussy walls. "Keep going. I
can take it."
    He groaned again, but this time the sound rumbled through
his body, coming from somewhere deep inside him. His pupils blackened, eating
away any trace of blue.
    Then, deep inside of her, she felt his cock swell,
stretching taut against her channel. She bit into her lip and grasped his rigid
shoulders as warmth shot through her belly and down her thighs. "Ah," she
gasped. "What's happening?"
    She didn't hear if he answered her. Her mind could only
concentrate on the rush of pleasure surging through her body. She closed her
eyes and reveled in the way he began to slowly move his thick length inside of
her. Her thighs and pussy pulsated with heat. A cry stuck in her throat and
finally broke loose when he quickened his pace, ramming her into raw oblivion.
"Yes. Yes! Oh, oh, Mace. Oh, God!"
    Control was no longer an option as she dropped her head on
his shoulder and released every balled-up nerve in her body. They all sang and
tingled and then gushed with bliss.
    He held her up as her legs went limp, his hands clasping her
thighs. Then he grunted and drove into her two more times before giving in to
his own release with a fierce, painful-sounding growl. His hot liquid shot
inside of her, causing her to shudder again.
    "Ah," she moaned and pressed her lips to his neck.
    Her mind was in a haze as he carried her to the bed and laid
on top of her, his swollen cock still inside of her.
    "You're hard," Nayla whispered against his ear. "But I felt
you come."
    A devilish grin cut across his lips. "I thought you could
take it."
    "I can. It's just I thought men needed to rest afterward. My
ex-lover always--"
    "I don't want to hear about another man." He avoided eye
contact while making quick work of ripping the torn dress from her body.
    Was that jealousy? She bit back a grin. Was it possible that
this Were was starting to have feelings for her? Or was this simply his
dominant nature? Saul had said he was the alpha of his pack. The leader. Always
in charge and never anyone's second.
    In any case, he demanded respect. Which posed a huge
problem. How would she ever keep him here with her, as her companion, as her
WereSlave lover if he couldn't be tamed? There wasn't a submissive bone in his
body.
    She gulped down the question as he spread her naked thighs
and thrust his hips forward. Her pussy quivered with aftershocks. He felt so
good. So right.
    He slid his slick cock out halfway before driving himself
back in. Then again and again. He was unquenchable and she so very much wanted
to please him. Anything to make him realize he'd be happy here with her.
    Grabbing her knees, she pulled up her legs and opened wider
for him. The movement made her passage exceptionally taut. More important, it
made him moan with pleasure.
    His body trembled and with a jerk and one last thrust, he
released and collapsed on top of her.
    She wrapped her arms around his neck and combed her fingers
through his silky dark hair. His body was warmer than usual, which was a nice
comfort in the nippy room.
    "Thank you,"