Chapter Eight – Angela
Chapter Eight
Angela
I reached my bedroom before Mark, of course.
I could sense him taking his time, relishing his control over me—just as much as I relished someone else being in control.
I didn’t know what to do while I waited—but I knew I did want to skip to the screaming part as quickly as possible, so I pulled off all my clothes.
When Mark reached the door of my bedroom he found me sitting on my bed, naked except for the tie that bowed me like a present. At the sight of me waiting, he grinned, and closed the door very quietly behind himself.
“Bounce on that bed for me?” he asked. I did so, feeling my breasts bob—and hearing the springs creak.
“That’s what I was afraid of,” he said, gesturing me toward him with one crooked finger.
I stood up and trotted over, doing my best to look both innocent and adorable.
It was working, I could hear him breathe harder as he thought of all the different ways he could fuck me.
Which meant that, despite my nudity and my gag, I was still the one in control.
I made a show of twisting from side to side, running my hands up and down my body, cradling a breast, pulling a nipple, fingering my clit.
He watched in delight, and then I saw what I wanted—I had a full length mirror that rested on the floor on the far wall of my room.
I used it every morning when I got dressed to see all of me—now I wanted to use it to see all of him.
I walked away from him, very deliberately, and got on all fours in front of it, bending my body down and pushing my ass up, begging him to use me.
Mark got the idea at once. He unbuttoned the front of his shirt, so that I could see the rippling muscles leading down to his waist where he unfastened his slacks and unzipped his fly.
Normally I’d rush to suck on him, wanting to feel his hot cock fill my mouth, but with the gag on that wasn’t an option—so all I did was sway my ass from side to side.
He reached down, not for himself but for me, stroking my pussy, rubbing my clit. Animal instinct came over me and I arced my hips up and leaned back into him, pressing into his hand harder.
“You’re so beautiful, Angela,” Mark said, looking at the mirror version of me, bowed and bound. I looked over my shoulder at him, urging him with my eyes. He grinned at this, and crawled forward, taking hold of his cock to tease it down my folds.
I went still as nerves lit up in hope, then I rocked back for more.
His hands stopped me. “What made you think this was your ride?” he asked, knowing full well I couldn’t answer, taking my ass in his hands, tilting it up and spreading it.
He started to bob the tip of his cock in and out of me, just the merest fraction of his head, as I moaned.
“Shh, remember?” he reminded me with a tease.
Every time his head dove in my pussy clenched to keep it there, squeezing around him, and he liked that, I knew he did, I heard him moan.
Slowly, with more patience than I ever would’ve had, he crept up behind me, his eyes not on the mirror but on the place where we met, where my pussy grabbed him.
When he finally reached his hilt he stopped and leaned forward, undoing the bow of his tie, pulling each end back like they were reins.
He yanked me onto him as he thrust up. I ground helplessly against him, wanting more.
“Do you like that?” he asked, and I nodded imperceptibly against the tie’s tension.
“Good,” he answered, and began to thrust. I could see him in the mirror, the very image of concentration, both of the ends of the tie in one of his hands while his other hand moved my ass to see me.
In the mirror I looked beautiful but disheveled, wild as my hair slipped out of place, the tie in my mouth forcing me to pant—and suddenly my wolf was there.
Inside me, filling my skin, taking over.
We yanked forward, as if to run—and Mark hauled us back, redoubling his efforts, making his cock thump deep inside of me on the spot that wanted me to come.
I could’ve fought her for control—I’d done it before, banishing her—but she’d protected me today. So as Mark’s hands crept up his reins, pulling my head up, fucking me faster, harder—I dropped my reins inside that held her.
All my muscles stiffened and twitched as she came forward, like she was creeping of a dark cave and into the light.
I couldn’t let go entirely—after so long in control I didn’t know how—but I could feel her presence inhabiting me, almost like I was reading her thoughts.
For her, every moment of this experience was new—I’d never let her be so free before.
Did she want this, like I wanted this? I saw Mark in the mirror through her eyes, the giant alpha of a man who was fucking me.
She was so strong, yes, but even the strongest sometimes wanted to be taken.
Mark, as if sensing a change in me, let go of the tie entirely and went for my hair, pulling it back, plunging into me again and again, until instead of rocking apart we were rocking together, he and I, in some primal mating dance and I—she—felt things swell and pull and suck and oh God then we were coming, coming so hard—if I hadn’t had to be quiet I would’ve shouted, as it was, with her so near inside it was hard not to howl—and wetness spilled down between our thighs, in a hot gush.
“Oh, Angela,” Mark purred, pulling himself slowly out. I watched him, mystified to see his cock still hard, as he surveyed me. “I made you squirt.” His hand went for the wetness between my thighs and slicked it up again. “That was beautiful,” he said, his voice full of reverence.
“Thank you,” I whispered back, momentarily overcome. It was like both of us had come inside, like orgasming in stereo. I smiled up at him. “Now…about making you squirt,” I teased, as I turned on all fours to address his cock.
I licked it carefully, and felt her inside me, as if scenting it and tasting it for the first time, before we drew it in, and as we grew bolder, started to suck.
I could hear-feel her thoughts—fangless mouth—alpha thrusting—as Mark made low sounds.
If he was happy, we were happy—and what we were doing pleased him.
“I’m loving this view,” he said, looking over our ass into the mirror to see our swollen pussy’s reflection. He reached forward to grab our haunches again and stretch them wide so he could see everything. A tail we didn’t have swung high.
His cock was buried in our mouth and our nose was thick with the scent of him when he pulled out abruptly, changing his mind.
“Mmm?” I made the sound into a question as I licked my lips.
“I swear I’ve never seen you hotter.” He reached back to grab pillows off our bed and settle them behind himself as he laid down at an angle, his torso propped up, his cock still hard. “I want to watch you come again—ride me and rub yourself.”
I grinned at him, and moved to sit across his hips, our back to him, facing the mirror—and we reached down between our legs to push his cock in.
“Oh yeah,” he breathed, as he slid in. Mounting again—mating again!
—and we relished feeling him anew. We rose up and down on our knees, kneeling above him watching his cock slide in and out in the mirror as we felt it.
Watching it somehow made everything feel more real—as though I were me and my reflection was hers—and I sank my other hand down to stroke his balls, in a distinctly un-wolf-like move.
“Oh—Angela,” he breathed, his gaze heavy on us in the mirror, moving from our ass as it faced him, our waist that his hands grabbed, and the image of us rocking on and off of him.
I made him watch us lick our fingers and then reach down to rub just like he’d told us, making everything else bright and sharp—the slipperiness of our saliva and our juices letting our fingertips move faster.
“God, baby,” he whispered as we felt it building.
I could feel my wolf inside, almost growling low—alpha, alpha, alpha—almost in a croon, begging him to fuck and claim us, and I took our hand back from his balls to hold a breast and stroke a nipple, as he started thrusting instead of us rocking, his hands holding our waist tight, making us take his cock—we curled forward, legs splayed wide, our knees outside his thighs, as he thrust into us madly, rutting with all his might and—
We gasped, a soundless scream as we came hard, catching ourselves before we fell with one hand, still stroking ourselves with the other as his cock rammed us through, so much friction, everything feeling so good—until he grunted, his hands trapping us low as his hips thrust high, his face the picture of determination in reflection, and in the mirror we could see his balls lift and spasm as they filled us with his cum.
Mounted—mated—alpha—my wolf’s thoughts jumbled around in my mind.
I gently fell backwards and sideways, feeling him slide out as we collapsed to the floor, the same time as my wolf receded. I could almost feel her licking her chops as she left, like she’d just eaten a fine meal.
“Christ,” Mark muttered, looking at our reflection together in the mirror. He reached down to pull one of my legs up, so that he could see his cum leaking out of me. “Every time I fuck you, Angie—every time.”
Mark made room on the pillows, but I used his shoulder instead. “How was your day, dear?” I asked, the momentary embodiment of a 1950’s housewife—and definitely not a werewolf, in any way, shape, or form. He snorted and turned toward me fully.
“I want to take you out tomorrow night.”
“I can’t. My mom has her book club.”
“Get a babysitter.” I gave him a look that let him know how preposterous that sounded. “My driver’s going to be here either way,” he went on.
“The same driver that let some Pack-related tweaker threaten me?”
“That was a mistake. It won’t happen again.” He caught my chin and made me look him in the eyes. “I swear I won’t let anything happen to you or Rabbit.”
Emotions radiated off of him in a wave. He was sincere, yes, but also possessive in a way that I liked, and I knew he meant every word that he’d said.
I gave him a tentative smile. “Good, because now he’s building a gang. Of friends, but, a gang nonetheless.”
“So come out with me.” Mark smiled back, softly. “I want Gray to know you’re mine.”
I wriggled against him in protest. “You don’t know how dangerous that is, Mark.”
“In a day or two, it won’t be. And the man who threatens my girl—I want him to die without hope.”
He said it like a solemn promise, and the word ‘die’ stilled my squirming.
He knew I’d heard it, and I knew I’d heard it and—after today, after Wade’s severed organ, after visiting prison and Dark Ink’s broken window, and after everything Gray had put unwitting Willa through, and every other moment of my Pack-tinged past—I knew that that death was what it would take, to protect Rabbit and I’s future. “Okay,” I whispered.
“Okay?” he asked, giving me my last out.
“Yeah,” I said, tucking my chin down against him. He kissed my forehead and pulled me tight.