5. Crypt Keeper
CRYPT KEEPER
My inner wolf was practically humming in pleased anticipation as I dragged her into the small building that served as both sanctuary and prison to me.
Once inside, I flipped on the light.
“Shabby chic?” the sexy little demon murmured in amusement.
Though I called her little, at an easy five-foot-eight, to most she would be considered tall.
Her hips swayed seductively as she sauntered over to the curtain on the wall. My muscles tensed as she reached to pull it back. I shot across the room and stilled her hand, but not before she’d seen what was behind it.
“Gideon?” she questioned, her brows pinching in the middle, and a sudden wariness crept over her demeanor.
“First, don’t call me that. Second, that’s not your business.”
A humorless bark of laughter burst forth from her full lips. “Not my business? Do you plan to lock me up in there?”
My chuckle was as false as hers as I wrapped my arms around her and brought her flush against my body. “Now why would I do that when we came here for something else entirely?”
“Mmm,” she purred as she wiggled her firm ass against my already hard cock.
Eager, I slipped my hands under the hem of her shirt and lifted it. She raised her arms for me to remove it, and I smiled. After tossing it to the side, I cupped her perfectly rounded tits and pinched her nipples.
My inner wolf was clawing at my insides in his attempt to get out. Much to his disgruntlement, I pushed him back down.
I moved one hand up to wrap around her throat. Keeping my strength carefully reined in, I squeezed as I whispered in her ear. “Are we calling a truce for the evening? Or do I need to worry that you’ll skewer me through the heart before I fill you with my cum?”
“Truce,” she panted as she arched her back, pressing her firm tit into my palm and her ass hard against my shaft.
“Good,” I replied as I spun her and lifted the short bit of fabric she called a skirt. Extending one claw, I hooked the back of her thong and sliced through it until the scrap of silk drifted down her legs.
Her slender hands were rapidly unfastening my belt and opening my jeans. She freed my cock and shoved the denim down to my hips. She wrapped her fingers around the girth and slowly stroked.
Using the same claw, I reached down and softly trailed it over her pussy lips. My middle finger found her dripping wet cunt, and I sheathed my claw to drive my fingers up into her. “So wet for me,” I murmured against her mouth before I kissed her while I stroked in and out of her slick hole.
When she wrapped one leg around mine, I removed my hand, licked the taste of her off it, and grabbed her ass. With one globe in each hand, I hefted her up and used my fingertips to spread her wide as I lined her opening up with the end of my dick.
“Yes,” she gasped when I slowly slid the end inside.
As I dipped further inside to coat my shaft in her pussy juices, her thighs cinched down on me, and I realized I wasn’t truly in control.
Instead of concerning me, it excited me.
I lifted her slightly and brought her down as I snapped my hips, and I impaled her on my full length.
“Holy fuck,” I grunted as her walls clenched tight, squeezing my cock. Holding her close, I turned to brace her back on the wall. Not caring if she was comfortable, I withdrew and quickly thrust deep.
“Yes!” she screamed. Her head flung back and hit the wall.
A primal urge to possess and to control spread through me like hot honey. Slamming my mouth to hers, we kissed as if it were a battle. Tongues fighting for supremacy, we devoured one another. I fucked her hard and fast. Time after time, I buried my length into her greedy, pulsing pussy.
“Yes! Right there! Oh fuck!” Her nails dug into my shoulders as the slapping of damp flesh on flesh echoed in the room. Our breath came in pants and with little nonsensical sounds.
Lost in the pleasure of her body, time disappeared. I licked and sucked at any bit of her skin I could reach.
Her pussy went impossibly tight, and her fingers tangled in my hair. “I’m going to come,” she gasped.
I lifted my head and gripped her face. “Look at me when you come,” I demanded as I drove deep inside her.
Her thick black lashes rose and revealed her icy-blue eyes. Her swollen lips parted as she moaned.
Relentless, I continued to stroke the spot I knew was pushing her closer to the edge. My gaze quickly swept over her, taking in the way her olive-toned flesh glistened in the low light and her tits bounced as I fucked her. Yes, I knew she was unfairly created to drive men wild, but I was loving it.
She played with her nipples as our eyes locked again. When the first wave hit, her white teeth bit into her lower lip. As it grew in strength, she squeezed her tits, and her cunt pulsed around my thick cock. Hot liquid exploded from her and ran down my legs as she screamed out my name.
Though I wanted to wait, she felt too fucking good.
I didn’t even care that she called me the name I’d hated since childhood.
One last thrust and I swear my soul left my body through my dick.
A burning mix of pain and ecstasy shot down my spine, quickly spreading over me, leaving my hands and feet tingling with little sparks.
Heavily panting, we remained connected. Her gaze was wide and searching. Something had shifted when we both exploded, and I knew she noticed it too. Unsure of how to handle what I didn’t understand, I withdrew and set her on her feet. Her knees buckled once before she regained control.
When I took a step back, I was inordinately pleased to see my thick white cum running down her inner thighs, mixed with hers.
“Get on the bed on your hands and knees,” I instructed as I stroked my cock.
A wicked grin curved her lips, and she brushed her shoulders against mine as she passed. My eyes on her ass, I didn’t notice it at first. But when she lifted her long hair as she stretched, it was impossible to miss.
Running down her spine were what looked like runes.
Etched in black, I might’ve believed they had always been there.
Except the slightly raised quality and the halo of pink that surrounded each symbol told an unmistakable story.
They were new. Like a fresh tattoo, they were stark against her light olive-tinted skin.
My senses were screaming, and my wolf was prowling restlessly under my skin. Though I wanted to go into the small bathroom to check in the tiny, cracked mirror, she distracted me.
In a seductively slow manner, she grabbed her skirt, still bunched around her waist, and slid it over her hips until it fell to the floor. She stepped out of it as she continued to strut her cute ass to the bed.
As she crawled onto the twin-sized mattress, she gave me a perfect view of her pussy glistening in the low light of the cabin. I’d never brought anyone here like this, so I’d never worried about having a bigger bed. I rarely actually slept here anyway.
When I told her this was my sanctuary, I wasn’t lying. I came here when I needed to get away from all the noise of… life.
Once a month, I also came here to keep life away—and safe—from me.
Which was exactly why I’d chosen to bring her here.
When she reached the center, she paused and spread her knees wide. Then she glanced over her shoulder at me. She held my gaze as she lowered her chest to the mattress.
Tossing aside my suspicions until later, I kicked off my pants and lifted my shirt over my head. I tossed it to the floor and climbed up to rest between her spread thighs. I teased her with shallow dips into her warm, wet sheath.
“Fuck me,” she growled in a demanding tone.
Heat burning through my veins, I emitted a deep, low growl of my own. My wolf didn’t take kindly to being told what to do. Yet, I watched as the end of my cock slowly slid balls-deep into her, and then I gave her exactly what she asked for.
I fucked her like the animal I was.
Hard.
Fast.
With an abandon I’d never let myself experience during sex.
She moaned and chanted, “Yes, yes, yes, yes.”
I grabbed her hair and tugged until she got up on her hands and knees. Her tits jiggled with each thrust, and I allowed my hands to travel up from her hips to cup them.
“You like that?” I asked as I pounded into her greedy pussy, my gaze locked on the stark black marks on her spine.
When she didn’t answer, I pinched her nipples and paused. “I asked you a question.”
“Don’t stop,” she whined as she ground her ass against me.
“Do you like the way I fuck you?” I demanded again as I teased her with sensual strokes.
“Yes!” she screamed. “I fucking love how you fuck me! Now get back to it!”
Unable to stop myself, I chuckled at her defiance as I continued my slow rhythm. “Not unless you say please.”
“No!” she snapped.
I immediately withdrew.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she practically shrieked as she glared at me over her shoulder.
“Say please,” I crooned with a teasing grin.
“Fuck. You.”
Giving a careless shrug, I got off the bed and began stroking my dick.
Her jaw dropped. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Fucking myself.”
With a deep growl that rumbled in her chest, she launched off the bed and tackled me to the ground. Could I have stopped her? Perhaps. After all, she was a demon and could possibly kill me. Yet my wolf didn’t feel threatened by her. I was still withholding judgment.
When my back hit the floor, I winced at the burn and deep down, I knew. Whatever was on her back was also on mine. Though I had no time to verify, because she was in my face and kissing me with a ferociousness that I met head-on.
My hands tangled in her messy, dark locks as my tongue swept through her mouth and swept along hers. Instinctively seeking relief, I lifted my hips to grind my hard shaft against her. A moan echoed off the walls, but lost in the heated passion, I had no idea if it was her, me, or both of us.
She lifted her hips and reached between us. Her slender fingers, calloused from what I could only assume were years of weapon handling, wrapped around me.
Knowing where this was going, I watched her face through hooded eyes.
She guided my cock into her wet heat. The further she sank onto me, the more I wanted to drive hard and deep inside her.
Instead, I let her believe she had control and allowed her to proceed at her own pace.
Once I was fully seated, she began to grind over me.
Her nipples lightly brushed against my chest as she moved.
My wolf and I both began to lose patience. I reached up and squeezed one tit as I thrust up into her.
What briefly started out slow and sensual quickly morphed into down-and-dirty fucking. Yet, in the back of my mind, buried in my subconscious, I knew nothing would ever be the same.
Her head dropped forward as her orgasm hit her, her forehead on my upper chest and her hair falling in an inky cascade around us both.
Wrapping my free arm around her slender back, I continued to pound into her as her pussy exploded around my cock. A feral, guttural scream burst from her lips as her walls clenched and pulsed around me.
Feeling that familiar tingle in my balls, I knew I was right behind her. Without meaning to, my teeth elongated and I could feel the pressure of my canines against my lip. I lifted my head and sank them into the sensitive area where her neck met the slope of her shoulder.
As my cock filled her throbbing cunt with cum, she was still lost in her climax.
Once we began to regain our breath and drifted back to reality, my head rolled to the side. When my eyes landed on the dull steel under the bed, I knew what I had to do.
At least until I had some more answers.
While she was still lost in her post-orgasmic haze, I stretched my arm out and my fingertips curled around the cold steel.
When she lifted her head, she braced her hands on my chest, making my task easier than I had planned when I decided to bring her here.
I quickly snapped both manacles around her wrists as I saw the disbelief widen her pretty eyes. For a flash, I thought I saw betrayal linger there, but then it was gone.
Inside, my wolf experienced regret, but I ignored it.
I needed time to come up with a plan without her killing me before I could formulate it.
This was the only way I knew to do that.