Page 35 of A Wolf's Treasure
Such were his emotions, his wolf prowled just below the surface as things began to tighten inside of him, tearing at his skin from the inside. With a growl, Duncan forced it into submission. He would not have this moment ruined by his own damnable nature.
Ryanne moaned his name, and her hand returned to the soft curls between her bonnie thighs as she whispered sweet things. Needy things. Dirty things. Urging him on.
Gnashing his teeth together, he tried to hold on. Just a bit longer. Dammit, just a little bit longer! He didn’t want this to end. Not ever.
Dragging his eyes from her pussy, they wandered up over her soft belly to her breasts. They were a thing of pure beauty, bouncing with every thrust.
Duncan couldn’t tear his eyes away.
Was this a dream?
More tears leaked out.
Please, dinna be a dream. Please!
He never thought he’d know a female like this ever again. Thought he was no more than a eunuch. He had tried. He had tried for months afterward with human and supernatural women alike, only to slink off with his tail between his legs and a hole of loneliness in his chest so deep he thought for sure someday he would concave into it and be lost. He’d even tried with nothing but his own hand. Tried until his skin was raw and sore and he’d sat on the floor of his shower, sobs wracking through him when he realized he would never be the same again.
Eventually, he’d gotten bits of himself back, and learned there were other ways to make a female feel good. A kind word. A gentle touch. A compliment. A wink and a smile.
A dance, where they could both pretend to be more than they were, if just for a few hours.
It was all he could give them. And he had convinced himself it would be enough. But, now…
Now…
Waves of heat rolled through him, and he realized his lips were moving and he was saying things. Words of adoration and gratitude. Begging her not to stop.
Suddenly, his Ryanne cried out and her body contracted around him as she came.
That was the moment he lost it.
Worried he would hurt her but unable to stop himself, his hips jacked up as he pulled her down to meet him. Duncan slammed into her, faster and harder, as the tears rolled down his face and harsh sobs tore from his throat. His heart pounded in his chest till he thought it would explode. And those feelings…
Och, those feelings…
He cried out as a pleasure so intense it was painful slid down his spine and tightened his balls. His orgasm slammed through him, and Duncan’s head smashed back into the headrest, his thigh muscles screaming as he tried to push even deeper inside of her tight body. He never wanted to have to leave her. Her name tore from his throat, and Duncan lost himself completely in the arms of the female who had brought him back to himself. Who had loved him whole again.
When he had given her all he had, and only little tingles remained, he collapsed into the seat with Ryanne’s luscious body wrapped around him. He couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. Could barely breath. Later, he would swear he’d gone to his death for those long moments, only to come back to life when he’d felt her lips on his throat.
Duncan held her close, feeling as though his heart were about to burst with gratitude and oh, so many other things. Emotions he had no name for and couldn’t possibly contain in one body. Surely, they were about to burst from him, splitting through his skin and breaking his bones much like his wolf. Only this time, with such force, he didn’t know if he’d ever be able to mend together again.
Ryanne stirred, and he only realized he was still crying when he felt the cold air hit the wet skin of his chest. He sniffed and raised his eyes from her bonnie breasts to apologize. Not for his tears that he could not contain, but for wetting her with them.
He found her staring at him with a sweet smile on her wee face, and Duncan’s apology turned to acid on his tongue.
His Ryanne’s warm, brown eyes were glowing with color. Pinks and blues and yellows and greens.
Only one tribe of Fae had eyes that changed to rainbows when their emotions were high. Thean olc.
Only one tribe had the ability to play such sick games of war they could render a strong, virile male into something weak and impotent.
The same Fae who had captured him during the war. Tortured him. Fucked with his head and his body until he was something other. Something less than a male.
Before he could check himself, he bared his canines at her with a snarl and lifted her off his lap and back into her seat. He barely contained the urge to throw her through the window. But something stopped him at the last minute. Wrenching the door open, he stumbled out into the rain with his unfastened jeans barely covering his bare ass.
Logically, he knew he was acting purely on his instinct to survive. The odds were slim to none Ryanne was one of the Faeries who had nearly driven him mad for months until Cedric had found him and taken him out of that hell. By all standards a broken shell of a male.
Cedric had saved him. Body and soul. And for that, he would be forever in debt to the alpha and would never do anything to betray him.
