I love that I'm going to need to brace myself. I crawl forward and lift my hands to grip the iron bed frame.
Charlie swears as he crawls up. "Jesus, baby. You're so beautiful." He strokes his hand up the slope of my arched back and arrives at the back of my head. He curls up a fistful of my hair. "I fucked you as a redhead, I'm going to fuck you as a blonde, and I think you'd better dye this hair dark so I can try you that way, too."
My laugh comes out all throaty and low. "Which do you like best so far?"
He curses again. "That's the problem," he complains. "It's impossible to say. The red was incredible, but you're an angel blonde." He slaps my butt and positions himself behind me. "Spread those knees wider, baby. Show me where you want it."
My eyes roll back in my head with lust. My pussy clenches just from his words. "Right here." I hardly recognize my own voice, it's so husky. "I want it here." I make a stripper move and reach between my legs for one long, slow stroke.
"Uh-uh." Charlie pulls my hand away and slaps my pussy. "You don't get to touch. Not now, baby. Not unless I give you permission."
My belly flutters with the thrills streaking through me.
"You don't come until I give you permission, either." He spanks between my legs again. "You're going to arch your back and take it rough, the way you like it, and you don't get release until I say it's time. Understand?"
I totally don't, but I say, "Yes, sir," anyway. All I know is whatever game he's playing lights up my body like nothing before. And that's saying a lot, considering what we've already done.
Charlie lines the head of his sheathed cock up with my entrance and rubs.
I moan and rock back. He pushes gently and eases in, but I see the tendons standing out in his neck like it's taking all his effort not to slam into me, hard.
I appreciate the care he takes. But I definitely want the gloves off.
"Show me rough," I dare.
He growls-that unnerving animal sound again and thrusts so deep, I think he'll split me open. I lock my elbows and hold firm for it. He stops at the hilt, his growl becoming a purr.
"Good girl," he murmurs.
I whimper and squirm on his cock, trying to get more friction, to convince him to move. He chuckles.
"Don't worry, pretty girl. When I start fucking, you'll feel it."
I'm already feeling it. Believe me. It's just that I'm going to fall down dead right now if he doesn't-
Oof. Yes.
Charlie grips one side of my hips and holds the fistful of hair he took and slams into me. I moan softly.
"Is that what you need, Annabel?"
"Yes... yes!" I cry.
He repeats the action, and I shudder as he fills me, the satisfaction exploding to my extremities-my teeth clack shut, my toes curl. He gives four quick pumps, then another hard, deep one.
I hang my head and whimper, the need so strong, I don't know if I can last much longer.
Charlie releases my hair and palms my hips to drill deeper, smacking my ass with his loins as he pumps in and out.
I grow dizzy with pleasure, with desire. He reaches around and rubs my clit.
I choke on a cry.
"Not yet," he warns.
"Please. Oh God, please, Charlie." I'm babbling now. Not even aware of the pleading words shamelessly spilling from my lips. "Please, more. Please, harder. Please, I need to come."
"Not. Yet." It sounds like he's speaking through clenched teeth.
He slams in so hard, I fear I won't be able to keep my arms straight, but then he must realize my dilemma because he wraps one strong arm around my waist to help hold me in place. It brings him closer to me, the thrusts deeper but with less force.
It's delicious. I'm delirious. I'm already soaring, my body celebrating the rightness of being taken by him, my soul reveling in how easy it is to be vulnerable with him, to let down my barriers and let him lead. It's transformational.
Charlie's grip on me tightens. His breath snarls in and out. I sense the shaking of his thighs against mine. He lets out a roar and thrusts in and up, almost lifting me from my knees. He pulls my torso back against his chest and taps my clit with a rapid tap-tap-tap.
I shriek as my internal muscles spasm. I squeeze his cock and pleasure unwinds, ripples through me in waves of pure ecstasy.
Charlie makes a choked sound behind me and pulls out before I finish, which would be more disappointing if I wasn't already on Cloud Nine.
CHARLIE
OH, Christ. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I stumble back off the bed and find my way to the bathroom. Something happened when I orgasmed. It was like I was about to shift.
Only different. My canines lengthened, and a sweet taste came into my mouth. My vision is also domed and sharpened like the monster's.
And a terrible desire came over me.
I wanted to sink my teeth into Annabel's flesh.
I throw the condom in the trash and splash water over my face. The teeth still appear long although they're starting to recede. My irises glimmer a pale blue. Annabel's told me that happened before when we had sex.
What the fuck?
Does a werewolf try to turn his mate? Like a bite at full moon makes her a werewolf too? Or do I actually want to kill her? Is the instinct to hunt and to fuck so close, the animal can't tell the difference?
Of all things unholy and wrong.
I am a monster.