The Games Continue

     Malcolm would not let her leave the bed. He brought everything to them that night. Never in his life did he have to resist doing something. But he felt it was too soon. Malcolm didn’t want to scare Melody by restraining her too soon. Now he felt the weekend wouldn’t be long enough to explore everything and get her out of his system. This was their first night together and he could keep himself out of her tight core. Just the thought of driving into her again only amplified his urge, seeing if he could knot inside her again. She wouldn’t forget this weekend until the day she died. He’d make sure of it, because he didn’t want to be the only one remembering it.

   Malcom pulled her onto the bed, and he sat against the headboard. She watched him, eager to follow his instructions. “Straddle my lap, but not close enough for you to take my shaft inside you. See? Lean back and hold your ankles. Now thrust you hips up towards me. Good girl. Excellent, you’re so open and hmmm… ready for anything.” He was smiling as his fingers played over her vulnerable body. Her response revealing how need she still was. Gods, she was as insatiable as he was. Malcolm eased his fingers slowly, one at a time. One… Two… Three… gods. She took his fingers like a champ, but she needed more. Did he add a fourth? Or use his other hand to delve into her darker places. Both options interested him as she responded to his touch.

     “Malcolm, I need to touch my breasts.”

     “You’ll stay like this. All in good time.” He slipped a fourth finger in and watched her eyes grow wide at the feel. Any closer and he’d lose his hand to her hot core. “That’s it, sweetheart, take it. Ride that feeling. You’re beautiful. So willing and eager. I want to watch all of you. Come on, my hand.” His other hand rubbed her nub, sending her shriek over the end, and he couldn’t be more pleased as he continued his onslaught to bring her to another climax. She was magnificent when she came. He wondered if he could get enough of seeing that. That thought scared and excited him. To avoid that thought, he pulled her off his lap, tossed her onto her hands and knees. His shaft took the place of his hand and this time he didn’t hold back. Malcolm drove himself hard and she with him. His hands slapped her butt cheek red and calmed them with soothing caresses. Letting the fiery burn bring her back to her boiling need. Soon enough, she was making those sexy noises as she encouraged his forceful thrusts. Meeting him in the middle, thrust for thrust. She needed to come again as much as he did.

     It wasn’t until he knotted inside her, pouring his need deep inside her, he understood. He wasn’t wearing a condom.

      Melody never even experienced this heightened state. Her fox was so close. The room smelled of their hunger for each other. Gods, if she didn’t know better, it caught them up in a mating dance. But no, she knew that couldn’t be. He was a wolf, and she was a fox. Fate wouldn’t be that cruel.

     The hot sting of his tender slaps on her rump had her meeting his thrusts desperate again to find completion. Then she felt it again. Her eyes went wide. The first time she could see herself imagining it. But this time she had to pray he kept his teeth to himself. The man was knotted inside her! Swollen and hard, tight against her inner walls. Melody had to pant, her eyes wide as he came shooting hot deep within her. There was no condom barrier between them. He was sending his desire right now deep within her. They weren’t mated, birth control only worked for shifter when they weren’t mated. They weren’t mates. They couldn’t be. They were different species.

      He was done with her yet. Not by a long shot. He shifted their position, being he couldn’t leave her. That’s when she learned to power of gravity and their current joining. Her eyes went wide again as he felt larger still, touching places he hadn’t before.

     “Malcolm, what have you done? I can feel you everywhere.” With his hands exciting her breasts to excited peaks, his knotted shaft throbbed within her. She could feel him so keenly. Instinct made her arch into his hands, and he shifted inside her, caressing her as she shivered above him.

     “You’re beautiful. Venus in the half shell would be jealous. All passionate curves that never end. Let your instincts goes. Show me how wild you really are.” Malcolm’s thrusts were primal, and he made his demands known. She saw how his needs tore at him, baring the inner man beast for her to see. His wolf, just below the surface, looked up at her. She struggle there, her body fought to let her beast rise to the surface. The urge to snarl and cry. Bite and claw her way to completion consumed her. Her panic only raised her excitement. How close could she come to her true nature before he noticed? Did she dare?

The resounding no rang in her head, and he finally tipped over the edge fully and her body celebrated the job well done.

     Eventually, he left her body and moved to the bathroom. Neither spoke of the lack of condom use or the unusual sexual practices.

     Malcolm put it down to Melody, knowing the stories about his kinks. Gods. He wanted her again. He’d not shown her the cottages basement. For this occasion, he had it finished. But she feared she’d panic, that it would be too much. He found it difficult to find a woman like her who matched his level of desires. At this rate, he was entertaining the thought of how he’d change the rules. Have her available only for him. The very thought of her being taken by another man now didn’t sit well with him. But as a human, he couldn’t present her to his pack as their Luna. Gods, any shifter would be more acceptable than a human these days. Even a squirrel or rat shifter would be easier for them to accept.

    Melody didn’t lay long on the bed. Gods, she was risking too much. Taking the bottle of scent blockers, she took another. She couldn’t risk him discovering her secrets. Melody knew her mother wouldn’t approve of lying like this. But she didn’t regret this weekend. She wouldn’t let anyone force her to. She wanted memories of the most desirable man she’d ever met screwing her brains out. That would have to satisfy her until the end of her days.