"Uh-uh." She pulls off entirely and blows on my wet cock. "Who's running this show?"
I thrash my head from side to side. If I try to speak, it'll come out a snarl.
"Do you need some time to cool off?"
"No," I grit through clenched teeth.
She laughs, thoroughly enjoying my misery, and puts her mouth back over my cock. The contrast of the cool air and now her moist heat sends me into a paroxysm of pleasure. I snarl, thrusting up into her mouth without control as cum shoots up my shaft.
"I'm coming," I warn and she pops off, angling my cock so my essence paints her beautiful breasts for the second time tonight.
She uses my cock to smear it over them, then squeezes it between her breasts, letting me fuck them a few times before she releases my dick with a self-satisfied smirk.
"Ángel, I will punish you for that," I growl.
She grins. "You're assuming I'm going to let you out of those cuffs."
I close my eyes with exasperation, but a smile plays on my lips. The lightness in my chest-in my being-is one I've never experienced. My whole life has been darkness. Even my time away from this place, was a time for serious study, dedication, hard work, and achievement. And I always carried the burden of Montelobo. But now, in this moment, with Sedona's teasing smile, I swear I could float off the bed.
But she's not mine to keep, and if I wish to be a mate worthy of her, I need to figure out how to get her free before she's dragged down alongside me.
~.~
Council Elder
It's late but I stand with the four other members of our council outside the prison cell door. None of us will sleep this night. If Carlos doesn't claim the American she-wolf under the influence of the full moon, their communion will be far harder to ensure.
They're close-so playful, but we hadn't counted on his using the shackles on himself.
"Maybe we should turn the lights back on, to make sure they don't sleep," Jose suggests. He'd ordered them to be shut off an hour ago thinking it would free them from any repression. While receptive, the she-wolf appeared to be inexperienced. She does not seem so now, though.
"Food," I suggest. "Let's send in food. And wine." Perhaps Carlos will ask for his shackles to be removed to eat. A plate has already been prepared in expectation that Carlos would demand more to eat, so I pick it up. "Juanito, push this through the serving door."
The boy complies. I pour wine in a plastic tumbler. We would use something more romantic, but we can't risk either of them using anything as a weapon against each other or us, so light plastic is the best we can do.
The she-wolf approaches to investigate. She's spectacular. Judging by the way our small group of elderly males tightens around the door, I'm not the only one who finds his libido has returned when faced with such a symbol of shifter fertility. She's truly a prize. If I weren't so old, I'd claim her as my own. Fight every member of the council to do it, too. That's what concerns me. If she inspires Carlos too much, when we release him, he will be out for blood.
~.~
Sedona
I never really got the whole horny during the full moon thing before, but I'm crazy turned on right now. I thought only male shifters were affected. And yes, Carlos is definitely having a hard time keeping his wolf in check. I can see it shining in his eyes. The deep chocolate brown flickers with amber lights.
"Is your wolf all black?" I couldn't tell before, he was tearing around the room too fast.
"Yes. Come here," Carlos rumbles and wraps his legs around my waist, dragging me down to his body.
I dance away from him, slipping out from his leg hold with a giggle. Lordy, I want to tussle. My wolf is coming out, too, and I need to run and be chased, to be taken to the ground and held down for my claiming.
Carlos growls his disapproval. "Get over here." I love his bossy tone. It's pure alpha command. On my father or brother, it's annoying. On him, it's ultra-sexy.
I slither close, and lick a line up his six-pack abs.
A rumble of frustration sounds in his throat. "What color is your wolf, Sedona?"
"White."
"Claro que si."
I roll my eyes. "Why of course?"
"You really are an angel. White and pure. Nothing like me. Such lightness doesn't belong with dark."
"Carlos…" I sense the weight of all that rides on his shoulders and once more I'm angry on his behalf. I run my nails over his sculpted chest. "You don't have to be dark."
"No?" There's doubt tinging the word. "I'm not sure I've ever known anything different."
I pinch one of his nipples and he growls. "Well, you're a smart wolf. I'm sure you could learn."
His smile is sad, but his gaze is warm, as if I'm a kid who just said something sweet but impossibly naive, like I want to give my bubble gum to the starving kids in Africa.
"What? Why not?" I press.
"I wish you could show me," he says it wistfully, like he knows he can't keep me.
For a moment I can't breathe-his words strangle me. He's right-I'm not sticking around. His problems aren't mine. Except there's a sharp sliver of panic running from my belly button to my solar plexus that says I don't want to leave this wolf.
"You don't need me." I force the words out past the band around my throat. "You have an MBA from Harvard. I'll bet you have all kinds of ideas of how to modernize this place." My words fall flat because I know lightness and dark is so much more than modernization. It's the soul of the place, the mental state of the occupants.