Her Billionaire, Her Wolf(58)

A long tongue slipped down his length and pressed upward, pinning his cock to the roof of her mouth, then she pulled back slowly before taking him in deep again.

The crop struck lower still across his buttocks and a tongue twirled around his member lifting him up as his hips shifted involuntarily forward.

With the little discipline left to him, Braze knew that he must regain control before it was too late, before none of it mattered any more.

So, he began to pull. Hard.

Opal hesitated, then said, “Aggie...I think we’ve got a problem.”

Despite his inability to take on his wolfish form, Braze remained an exquisitely muscular man and even as a human, his strength was redoubtable.

Black leather was drawn taut from his wrists, so much so that he could no longer feel his hands, but Braze pulled with both arms. He did it gradually, then released his efforts all at once, then did it again and again.

The braided leather began to bunch then narrow again with each of his efforts. And then, it began to fray.

A single black strand popped with a dull sound, followed by another just after.

The shifter named Opal said in nearly a whisper, “Agate...get back. I mean, right now.”

The rider’s crop clattered to the floor as one of the bull whips broke with the sound of a bass string plucked by a giant’s hand.

Then Braze’s freed hand was at his face, hooking his fingers under the fine silver chain holding the ball gag in place. He snapped it easily then flung it to the side before reaching down with a wolf’s speed to ensnarl his hand in Agate’s long hair.

“You underestimate me. Now finish, bitch, or I shall snap your neck like a dry twig.”

His voice was a terrible growl as his fury brought the wolf out from hiding. Thick muscles rippled while fur grew instantly across his skin. Backed away in to a corner, Opal saw that his color ran between deep greys and blacks, following the complex pattern of his tattoos perfectly.

There was a second twang as he broke the bullwhip from his other arm, then both hands were in Agate’s hair.

She looked up at him, seeing a half shifted wolf man towering over her. His deep amber eyes had lightened into gleaming shades of silver and yellow, as if the moon herself had slipped into the warehouse with him. But what rang fear through her like a stricken alarm bell were the bared fangs she saw gleaming white and so very long in the dim light.

In a flash, she calculated her options. Her first instinct was to shift and bite down hard. Her second instinct was of self preservation and she knew that the powerful hands that held her as much a prisoner as he had been only moments before, those same hands would wrench her head around and the last thing she would ever see would be her own backside. That was not an image she was dying to see.

With as much fervor as her sudden terror would allow, Agate resumed her ministrations and did what she could to forget the danger of the angry wolf’s fury.

She lapped at him then took his balls in her hand and rolled them across her palm. Her agile tongue wrapped around his head, then pulled back before plunging forward to draw him in deep.

Agate did it several times until she could feel his sack drawing up, his balls turning on their own. She felt his thighs go rigid, then with a growling gasp, he was pumping into her mouth in great, hot gouts.

Braze did not release her as he orgasmed, forcing himself into her throat to give her more than her fill.

And when he was done, he pulled her back from him by her hair and said, “This foolishness is over. That you dared use silver against me is enough to see both of you condemned by all of our brethren.

“However, instead of seeing you imprisoned by our own kind, I declare whatever debt you think you are owed more than paid. On the contrary, now it is you who are indebted to me.”

The wolf still upon him, Braze broke the leather restraining his legs then crooked a finger at Opal still cowering in the corner.

“As it is, I require your services. Both of you.”



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Even though her arms were pulled nearly out of their sockets and Sara knew that her hands had gone dangerously numb from the rope cutting off her circulation, she could not stop feeling as though she had fallen down a very deep hole.

And from down there, deep inside a black crevasse within her own mind, what happened to the woman hanging in an abandoned barn, far from anyone who might hear her screams for help, did not matter. She felt safer, far removed from the monstrosity that had come creeping from out of her not-so-distant past.

The man who had been a respected county deputy, now a broken faced, drooling creature, was looking her up and down with a large hunting knife in one hand.

“Don’t worry, baby. This here pig sticker is just for gettin’ you in the clear.”