Part 13 (2/2)

Manuel will be strong.”

”She said he was an Inquisitor, as in the freaking Spanish Inquisition. Burning people, torturing people, dragging them from their homes at night and killing them,” Tori murmured, her head spinning. Too much.

Too much to take in.

”She waited for me,” Tori said, her voice gruff and thick with tears. ”I might have died, if she hadn't been whispering in my head. She helped me, but it was because she thinks I can kill him.”

”She's caught, Tori, tied to her son for always, unless somebody is able to kill him. Can you blame her for taking a chance on a strong woman?”

Shaking her head, she wiped away one tear with the back of her hand. ”I don't blame her. I pity her, I hurt for her. But what if I fail her?”

”We won't,” Declan whispered.

Failure wasn't an option, not to him.

Failure meant death.

Tori prowled the house, as the sun edged down lower.

It was late afternoon, but sunset was still hours away.

The summer brought long hours of daylight, confining the creatures of the night to their lairs.

”Stop pacing, Tori,” Declan said in exasperation.

”You're making me nervous.”

The roiling energy in her gut was begging for release.

She had noticed, after feeding from yet another of Eli's people that her body was eased and the aching between her thighs had faded.

And she recalled the euphoric, powerful strength that rolled through her after s.e.x. She turned and propped her back against the wall, her fingers going to her s.h.i.+rt, watching Declan as he tried to focus on a book. She caught his attention before her s.h.i.+rt had opened to her navel. Peeling back the sides, she opened her bra, the lace cups falling away to frame her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. ”Change,”

she ordered in a soft voice as she flipped open the b.u.t.ton of her jeans.

”Excuse me?” Declan asked, his eyes latched on her naked b.r.e.a.s.t.s as he rose from the chair.

”Change,” she ordered in a hot, smoky voice, rolling her shoulders and sending her s.h.i.+rt floating to the floor. ”You f.u.c.ked me your way last night. Now I want to f.u.c.k my wolf.”

”You're too sore,” he rasped, his erection pressed against his jeans. Mouth dry, he stared hungrily at her naked b.r.e.a.s.t.s and licked his lips.

”No. I'm not. Change. Or don't you want to?” she asked with a pout.

His head fell back, his teeth bared in a pained, silent snarl as the flow of fur started the change-his hair lengthening, thickening and spreading down his neck, back, and chest.

Fur flowed downward and his arms flexed, s.h.i.+fted as the muscles bulged outward and enlarged while the hair raced down his arms. His nails shot out, became longer, curved and deadly.

The ridged muscles of his chest and belly became more obscured as the fine line of hair between his nipples spread outward and became a furred pelt that covered his entire torso, spreading around his trunk and back.

His jeans fell around him in shreds moments later as his enlarged muscles tore the seams, his hide darkening and mellow gold fur spreading to cover his body. His c.o.c.k rose, naked and ruddy, from the thinner hair that covered his groin. Longer and thicker, it jutted up and Tori licked her lips when Declan closed one clawed hand around it, stroking carelessly while the change completed.

His muscles s.h.i.+fted and bulged as he moved slowly toward her. ”Suck it?” he asked, the words a soft growl as he guided her to her knees and urged her mouth open with a clawed finger. Her mouth stretched tight, too tight, around his thickness and she whimpered, her p.u.s.s.y wet and hot, tight and hungry. She couldn't take him all the way down her throat like this. He was too long, and too thick; the feel of him bruised her throat as she took him inside in slow, hesitant strokes.

He pulled away a moment later and stared down at her, his hooded eyes glowing and green. ”On your knees. f.u.c.k you like that.”

She turned slowly, presenting her a.s.s and bracing her weight on her hands. ”Don't want to hurt,” he said, his voice deep and growling, sending s.h.i.+vers down her spine as he dropped to his knees behind her.

”I want you to,” she said darkly, rocking back and brus.h.i.+ng her a.s.s against his pulsating length. ”Hurt me a little. I need it.” Reaching out, she felt for him along the mental path that joined them and felt his need. ”You need it, too, Declan, don't you? I can feel it inside you, like an animal caged. You haven't let him out once with me. Let him out now.”

In answer, his hands, big and hard, covered with fur and tipped with ebony claws, closed over her hips and he drove inside her. Halfway in, her body started to resist and he pulled out, worked his c.o.c.k back in again a few more inches, then out. Back in a little deeper, out, over and over again until the tawny gold of his furred belly stroked the pale curves of her a.s.s as he drove inside her, forcing her to take his entire length, a rough grunt falling from him as he stared down, watching his ruddy c.o.c.k, wet with her cream, spear the swollen lips of her s.e.x.

He lifted his hand and smacked her a.s.s roughly, shuddering as her flesh pinked under his sharp slap.

Tori mewled and thrust back against him, the burning biting pain in her p.u.s.s.y making her delirious. She yelped when one hand landed hard on her backside in a slap. A second one had her keening, and the third one had her bucking up.

She could feel his hot c.o.c.k as it stretched her sheath almost unbearably, her flesh resisting his brutal intrusion while it held him deep each time he started to pull out. Another hard slap on her bottom, followed by another, and she pushed back, taking him inside again.

”Harder,” she begged. ”Deeper. Faster.”

Declan went wild, shuttling his c.o.c.k in and out while she screamed and pleaded beneath him. He shoved her hips lower, angled her a.s.s a little higher until her torso was flat on the floor and her a.s.s was in the air, canted up so that he slid across the bundle of nerves deep inside her pa.s.sage with every stroke. She closed over his c.o.c.k tightly-making him growl as her pa.s.sage fought it every time he plunged back inside her sweet depths.

Sweet little f.u.c.k, Tori, he thought, feeling her along the mental paths, speech coming easier through their bond than it did vocally in this form.

He felt the silent pleading racing along the bond and raised his hand, spanking her again, admiring the way the cheek of her a.s.s pinkened under his blows.

”Like f.u.c.king your wolf?”

”My wolf,” she whispered, her body shuddering as he lodged himself deep inside her. She felt the silken hair of his pelt caressing her a.s.s and wondered how it would feel to take him in this form with her on her back, him between her thighs.

”Find out,” he offered, pulling out and flipping her onto her back before she had even realized he could sense what she wanted.

But once she figured that out...He lay between her thighs and, using two claws, spread her lips gently before sliding his long tongue out of his mouth and into her s.e.x. Tori screamed as he flicked and stroked inside her, pulling away to lick and nuzzle her c.l.i.t with his nose. He grabbed her behind her knees and shoved her legs high, lifting her bottom off the floor as he pierced her v.a.g.i.n.a and pulled her onto his length roughly, forcing her thighs wide, staring down at her.

”Feel good?”

”Oh, yes,” she murmured, relis.h.i.+ng the tight swollen fit of his body inside hers, the gentle, alien brush of his fur on the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

”Slow?” he asked, stroking his length in and out gently.

”Or fast?” And he drove his length inside her, hot little licks of pleasure pain flooding her body.

”Fast, oh, please, Declan, fast,” she begged, her head thras.h.i.+ng on the floor. ”I don't want gentle right now.”

”My baby,” he purred inside her mind before lunging and driving deep inside her body, the flared head of his c.o.c.k leaving her v.a.g.i.n.a before driving back in, each rough stroke dragging across her swollen engorged c.l.i.t until she was panting and pleading and begging.

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