Taking on Tory(25)

Pausing to run a hand through her hair, she unlocked the door when it vibrated violently this time. Jerking it toward her, she opened her mouth to give him a piece of her mind about banging so loudly and rudely.

The words never left her mouth. They couldn’t because the moment the door opened, he pushed inside, grabbed her around the waist, pressed her against the wall, and covered her mouth with his. She vaguely heard the door slam followed by the sound of ripping cloth.

Her lips opened in shock as he roughly nipped at her bottom lip. The cooler air of the room caressed her suddenly heated flesh as he swept his tongue into her mouth. He used his body to hold her up against the wall while his hands worked at shredding her clothing.

A gasp escaped her when he broke the kiss and pressed his lips down along her jaw. His hands cupped her bare breasts, pinching her nipples hard enough to draw a cry from her. She shivered at the suppressed violence in his body as his left hand came up to tangle in her hair.

“Simon,” she whispered. “Simon, you have to… to stop.”

“No,” he growled in a rough voice. “You left me.”

“I… Yes, I did, but it was for a good reason,” she moaned as he ran his tongue along her neck.

Simon pulled back to gaze into her eyes. A primitive fire burned in them. She could see the Werewolf close to the surface. It took a moment for her to realize that tonight was the first night of the full moon. A shiver escaped her as his teeth lengthened.

“You are mine now,” he snarled in a guttural voice. “Mine, Tory.”

“Simon, no!” Tory cried out realizing that the beast had taken control. “Fight it. You don’t realize what this will mean.”

Her voice died as his hand tightened in her hair, exposing her slender neck to him. She released a smothered scream as his teeth sank into her. She felt her feet being slowly lowered to the floor. Her hands clung to his shoulders as he held her captive between the wall and his large body.

Her traitorous body responded to his bite. She had never been bitten before and found it very arousing. She couldn’t turn her head, but she could feel him fumbling with his fastening of his jeans.

Just once more can’t hurt, she thought desperately as her hands moved between their bodies to help him.

A low moan escaped her as his pants slid down his legs. He released her neck, tenderly licking at the wound even as his hands moved to grip her around her ass. Her legs opened to wrap around his waist as he guided her high enough to align his throbbing cock with her.

“I want you,” he muttered, gazing at her with dark, blazing eyes. “You want me.”

“Yes, I want you, too,” Tory whispered, staring back at him.

“Yes,” Simon howled, rocking his hips forward and impaling Tory.

*.*.*

Simon was almost mindless with need by the time he reached the door to the apartment. What little control he had disappeared when Tory opened the door. The sight of her tousled hair, beautiful curves, and delectable scent snapped the last of it.

The beast howled with triumph as he marked his female. The taste of her blood was embedded in him now. She would forever be his. Now, it was time to mark her with his scent.

Sexual desire burned like a lava flow through him. He was in a haze of the sexual madness that held him in its grip. For the next two days, he would fuck her over and over. By the third day, the edge would lessen slightly as the moon slipped into its next phase, but he knew deep down he would never get enough of Tory.

Relief swept through him when he felt her hands frantically helping him undo the fastenings on his pants. He retained just enough control to tell her how much he wanted her. When she whispered her own desperate need, his mind clouded and he knew all rational thought was gone. He was locked in the haze of desire that drove his creation.

“Yes,” he groaned, rocking into her. “Yes!”

His seed exploded deep into her, washing her womb with his scent. The tingling along his spine grew as he pressed against her. He turned his face into her shoulder as a shudder escaped him.

“Simon,” Tory murmured, caressing his hair. “Simon.”

“Mine, Tory,” he muttered against her skin before he pulled back. “You have two minutes to get yourself covered .”

“What?!” Tory squeaked.

“I can’t take you the way I need to here. It isn’t secure enough,” he muttered. “One minute, now. In less than five minutes, I will be buried inside you again.”

*.*.*

Tory’s eyes widened as he pulled away from her in jerky moves. She remembered Maverick telling her and Kevin about what it was like during the full moon. She had blushed while Kevin had sighed and complained again about being born a Garden Troll.