Her Billionaire, Her Wolf(34)

She knew the man. To her he was beautiful in more ways than she could have described. A simple fact remained. She wanted him...all of him.

Unaware of how she found the courage, Sara whispered a single word.

"Yes."

There was nothing more for a moment. All hung in delicate balance as Sara waited for the moment to tip over to whatever destiny meant for her.

Then she felt the bed sag under the weight of her master.

Roughly, he pushed her legs wide, flattening her back against the bed, and without prelude, his cock slid deeply inside her.

Together they rocked against one another. Like wild animals, the two of them rutted in bestial heat.

Sara heaved herself up against Braze. He followed suit, plunging in and out of her relentlessly. Sara wanted to bring her hands to his back, to feel him under her fingertips, perhaps to rake her nails down his sides.

Chains held her and instead, she had to content herself with wrapping her legs around him, desperately clasping him between her thighs.

Braze rode her until Sara cried out one last time, then she felt her abdomen tighten in hard, just behind her navel, as pleasure burst like a nova behind her eyes.

She knew he could feel her clenching around him and running him to the razor's edge. Braze slipped a hand down against Sara's mound, then forced the heel of his hand against her apex.

The effect was immediate as Sara bucked like a wild horse in the throes of climax and pain.

And with a roar, Braze came hard, blowing like a storm bred demon deep, deep inside her.

Long muscles trembled then clenched to let go once again. Echoes of fire licked along nerves as they sagged against one another, their breaths coming raggedly while sweat rolled down both their bodies.

Then, with a loud crack that could have been a bolt of lightning, Sara was blinded by a burst of light.

White, argent fire filled the dungeon room, all of it coming from the hand of a haggard man standing at the doorway. A long trench coat billowed about his legs and in the hand opposite that which held the electric lamp was a shining sword.

Sara struggled against the brightness, straining to open her eyes, and as she did, she felt the bed rebound as a half man half wolf leapt to face the newcomer.

The beast roared, revealing a mouth bristling with long fangs that looked capable of shearing solid bone.

But the man stood where he was and his eyes shone with the light of a righteous man. One who knew that he held the strength of the divine in his hands as he readied himself to strike the monster down.

In a flash of recognition, Sara remembered his steel grey eyes. The look of manic zeal that she had taken for insanity.

And she screamed as she watched the homeless man who had mysteriously followed her home the night before advance upon the wolf she had chosen for her own.

"Prepare yourself, beast," he said, as he circled toward the werewolf, "Oblivion is a far better home for you than this world."

He held himself ready, feeling the calm wind of his sworn purpose bring his weapon to bear. The hackles of the creature rose further, its eyes red rimmed with hatred for what he was about to do.

The motion was minuscule, but the grey eyed man saw it all the same. The wolf had shifted a foot just a fraction, the muscles of one thigh drawing tight.

Here it comes, he thought. That my sacred task guide my hand.

But, with a scream loud enough to wake the dead, the woman who had been chained to the bed just a moment before appeared between them.

She was stark naked and blood ran down both her arms as she threw herself between his weapon and the beast.

"No!" she screamed as she placed a hand upon the creature's chest. It's great jaws opened wide, then snapped down upon empty air.

She looked at the grey eyed man and with a voice that cracked with strain, she said, "Don't you dare. Don't you dare even think of trying to hurt him."

She turned to face him more squarely, then said, "Because if you do, you had better come for me next. Otherwise, I'll kill you myself...I swear it."

The tip of the sword wavered as the man hesitated. He could not strike with the woman in his way. Then, he looked past her and his eyes went wide as the sword clattered to the floor.

Sara looked behind her to see that the wolf had left the man, leaving Braze standing there, his own eyes stunned as he looked beyond her.

"But, this is not possible. Father told me...." said Braze in a rasping voice before trailing off.

The grey eyed man appeared to sway, the very foundations of all that he believed crumbling beneath his feet as he replied.

"He told me the same thing about you."

Sara swung from one man to the other, then back again, and not sure of just who she addressed, she asked, "What is this? What's going on?"

Braze answered, "Sara Renardine, allow me to introduce you to a dead man...my brother, Clement."