Charlie
IT'S LATE. I pace up and down the length of the cabin as Annabel's fingers fly on the keys. She's hacking back into the CIA, searching for anything we can find on who's behind American Trade Assets, the political action group that appeared on Director Scape's bank deposits.
My thoughts, normally so ordered and neat, are a jumbled mess. I'm sweating, practically feverish as if the moonlight is stronger than the sun, and it's burning me through the thin curtain hung over the rustic cabin window.
I need Annabel so bad, I'm sick. Nausea quakes in my belly, my fingernails dig into my skin. Not even the desire to shift and run can tear me from her side even as it kills me to be close to her. The muscles in my arms and legs begin shaking. Okay. I need to get out of here.
"I'm going for a run."
Annabel's fingers stop moving, and she turns. Whatever she sees in my face makes her draw back. She stands up and catches my arm.
"Charlie." There's fear on her face.
She should be afraid. Afraid of what will happen if I stay.
"I'm sorry, baby. I'm restless. And staying here with you... it's making me crazy."
Hurt creases her face, so I glance down at my rock hard bulging cock-awareness blooms.
She swallows at the same time she palms my crotch, taking me by painful surprise.
I groan. "Baby, I can't."
"You look like you could use some help with that."
"I could-I mean-oh."
She already has my zipper down, cock out and fisted.
I almost come right then. My hand tangles in her hair, pulling her mouth to it even as words like, "No... I can't…" rasp from my lips.
Then it's all over. She takes my cock between those beautiful, full lips, and my eyes roll back in my head.
"Christ, Annabel. Don't. I mean, do. Please. Oh, fuck." I thrust my hips forward like a jackass, gagging her with my cock, but I can't hold back. There's no way to stop the monster now that he's been let out.
My vision changes, her scent grows stronger in my nostrils.
Annabel.
Only Annabel.
My lovely, lovely Annabel.
I must have her.
Must. Claim.
I'm way too rough. Grasping the back of her head, I hold her captive and fuck her mouth, shoving deeper and with more force every time.
A salty scent brings me up-tears from gagging glisten on her lashes.
Unacceptable.
Somehow, I manage to pull out of her mouth, to stumble back. But she moves with me.
The crazy, beautiful female won't allow me to retreat. She stands and follows me, shoving me down onto the sofa.
"Yes, no," I pant. Heat prickles all over my skin as Annabel shimmies out of her jeans and panties and straddles my lap.
She leans over and bites my ear. "Do you have a condom?"
I can't even decipher her breathy words. All I know is a mad desire to claim her in every possible position, in every orifice. To make sure she knows she belongs to me.
But that's not right. I can't lay claim to her like she's a piece of property. That's the monster talking.
Annabel searches my pockets, and I finally realize what she's after. I produce the condom. She rips open the foil packet and rolls the rubber over my massively erect cock.
I catch her and pull her down to my lap, claiming her mouth with a possessive, dominating kiss. She tastes like honey and apples. Like perfection. My tongue sweeps between her lips as I thrust my sheathed cock into the notch of her legs. I fill one palm with her ass, and she squirms over my throbbing manhood. I spin our bodies around. Lips locked, she tumbles back on the couch, my hand protecting the back of her head. I yank her into position and line my cock up with the place it's dying to be.
All the while, I can't stop kissing her. I bite her lower lip, lick her tongue, devour her. And when I sink into her wet heat, fireworks go off behind my eyes.
And they keep going off. I scythe in and out of her, every thrust a life-changing indulgence, every kiss a new promise.
Mine, the monster roars.
Mine, only mine.
Mine forever.
And Charlie's in here somewhere still, knowing it's not right, but I can't stop the wolf. He gets what he wants, and he wants Annabel.
She has no chance in hell of not being claimed tonight.
Mine, mine, mine.
Oh God, she feels so good. It's like I was born for exactly this moment. To be united with her, both body and soul. There's a communion here-it's so much bigger than sex. It's galaxies and worlds and every tiny particle in the universe wanting us to be together.
I'm certain of it.
Nothing could break us apart.
I fuck her and fuck her and fuck her.
She tips back her head and screams, and I cover her mouth, drag my palm over her beautiful lips, drop my thumb between them.
She sucks it.
I get the other hand up her t-shirt, where it wanted to be all night and pinch and pull her nipples.
I'm going to fuck her all night. After this fucking, I'll lick her to orgasm. Then I'll tie her to the bed and torture every inch of her body with my tongue. I'll keep her up singing, keep her screaming until the damn moon sets.
But then something momentous happens. Like a car crash or a rebirth. My body feels like it's being torn apart and put back together at the same time.
The monster roars.
I come.
Annabel comes.
Happiness flows through me. Pure joy.
Then my tongue's coated with blood, and Annabel's scream pierces the night.