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  The dream was still so strong in my brain that at first I wasn't even surprised when I opened my eyes and saw that it was Richard who was drying me off. He was shirtless as he had been the night before but the blood had been washed off the tan expanse of his broad chest. All he wore was a pair of tight blue jeans that defined his narrow waist, and he looked damn good. I could feel myself wanting him, wanting to be closer to him, to feel his lips on my skin…Suddenly, the reality of the situation rushed back, and I pushed against the muscular planes of his chest, trying to get away.

  “Hold still, Rachel, and let me examine you.” His deep voice was stern and I saw that he was still looking carefully at the swollen lips of my sex.

  “Richard, no!” I was almost too tired to fight him, but I knew I had to try. “What are you even doing here?” I demanded. “I thought I told you we were through.”

  “I had to get my things,” he said absently, still looking between my legs. “God, Rachel, I really hurt you, didn't I?”

  I blushed, remembering the way I'd incurred the injuries. “I'm just a little tender, that's all.”

  He shook his head. “No, I was rough with you. Really rough. I'm so sorry; the beast must have gotten out of control.”

  “A…a little,” I admitted, remembering the way the thick cock had filled me to the limit, the way the beast had forced its broad knot into my tight sheath until I moaned and cried and came and fainted.

  “I'm sorry, Rachel,” he said again, looking at me. “The first breeding is always a little rough. There's this instinct a Lanor-zor has to fuck hard and deep, to get as far into his Lana-zeel's pussy as he can before he releases his essence. It makes for a better, stronger bond.”

  I blushed even harder. “I sensed something like that,” I admitted. “You, uh, were pretty wild.”

  “I wish I could remember it.” He sounded wistful. Then his voice dropped into a lower, more intimate tone. “Did I…was my knot all the way inside you or just partially? Breeding is possible either way, but it's better when the knot goes all the way in.” His big hand touched me lightly, tracing the slit between my pussy lips as though illustrating his point.

  I shivered and pressed my thighs together tightly. “No, you…you got it all the way in. All the way inside me before you came. You…you filled me up completely,” I admitted, my stomach fluttering at the memory. Then I reminded myself that I was supposed to be getting ready for my wedding. I forced myself to meet his eyes. “You should be proud of yourself, Richard,” I told him, my voice hard and cold. “You fucked me hard and bred me well. Now, can we stop talking about this so I can get dressed for my wedding?”

  His face paled, but his voice was calm when he answered. “If you think I'm here to stop you, Rachel, you're wrong. I can see you've made up your mind. I just came to collect my things, and I promise I'll leave and get out of your life forever, if you'll just let me do one thing.”

  “If you think I'll let you 'breed' me again, you're mistaken,” I said flatly, even though my heart skipped a beat and my sex was instantly wet at the thought.

  “No, nothing like that.” Richard shook his head. “I don't want to breed you, Rachel. I just want to heal you. I want to heal the damage I caused before I go.” His fingertips brushed against the swollen lips of my pussy lightly, and I bit back a moan. “Will you let me at least do that?”

  I remembered how he had healed my arm the night before, lapping at the long gash in my arm with his tongue. I opened my mouth to tell him no way in hell and shut it again abruptly. Hadn't I just been thinking that there was no way I could explain the way my sex had obviously been opened and used to Charles? I needed a way to get rid of the evidence of what had happened between Richard and me the night before, and Richard was actually giving me the perfect answer.

  Still, I didn't know how much I trusted myself around him. I had allowed him to do unspeakable acts to my body last night, and still I craved more. If I let him start by “healing” me between my legs, where would it stop?

  “I won't go too far,” Richard said softly, as if reading my mind. “I won't breed you without your consent, and I won't come in you either, Rachel. I just want to heal you. My jeans will stay on the entire time.”

  “Well…I guess as long as it doesn't take too long,” I said stiffly, glancing at the clock on the bathroom wall. “I have to be at the church in a couple of hours, and I still have to get dressed.”

  “It won't take that long,” he promised, taking me by the hand. “Come on, Rache; let me heal you one last time.”

  I sighed and allowed him lead me into the bedroom and position me on the bed so that my legs were hanging over the side. He got on his knees before me on the floor and gently spread my thighs. As his dark head bent to the barely-there blond fuzz that decorated the top of my mound, I reached out a hand and stopped him.

  “Rache?” He looked up at me uncertainly.

  “Just…just heal me, Richard,” I said, my heart thumping in my chest. “Nothing else, okay?”

  He nodded gravely. “I'll only put my mouth where you need to be healed,” he promised softly.

  “All right.” I didn't know if I trusted him, or myself for that matter, but I knew how much I wanted him. This is the last time, I promised myself. The very last time and then I'll never see him again. I didn't want to think how empty and sad I felt about that, so I made myself concentrate on the physical instead. On what he was doing between my legs.

  He had his large, warm hands on both my inner thighs, holding me open, and I knew that even if I tried to shut my legs I wouldn't be able to. So I didn't try. Instead, I let him spread me as wide open as he wanted without protest. Even when my pussy lips parted, showing the ripe, inner part of my cunt to him, I didn't complain.

  “So soft,” Richard breathed, his breath tickling my blond curls. “So beautiful. Hold still, Rachel. I want to do this right. Want to show you how much I love you one more time.”

  “All…all right,” I murmured, the words catching in my throat.

  “Good girl,” he whispered, and then he went to work.

  First he dropped tiny, soft kisses all over my trembling pussy and then he started licking. He lapped gently at the outside of my cunt, bathing my outer pussy thoroughly with his tongue. I felt a soothing warmth as he licked and kissed, and I wondered if I was healed already but I didn't say anything. I was ashamed to admit it, but I didn't want him to stop.

  But he did stop, long enough to look up at me and ask another question.

  “Did I hurt you here, Rachel?” he murmured, tracing the length of my slit with one fingertip.

  “What…what?” I almost gasped at his intimate touch.

  “When I was fucking you…breeding you.” Richard's fingertip circled my sensitive clit, stroking expertly, as though he knew my body better than I did. “Did I hurt you here?” he asked again.

  “I…yes,” I breathed even though it wasn't strictly true. The beast he had become had spent much more time making sure its cock was buried completely in my cunt than it had on foreplay. But somehow I couldn't forbid him to stop.

  Richard didn't wait for me to change my mind. “All right,” he murmured softly, and then I felt his lips on me again. He sucked my clit into his hot mouth and laved it gently with the tip of his tongue, teasing me, making me crazy.

  “Oh, God, Richard!” I groaned, as he continued to work on me with his tongue. I could feel the swelling and tenderness going away, but a new heat was growing inside me. It was as though my body was blossoming under his mouth, opening for him in anticipation of a much deeper connection. It was all I could do not to wrap my thighs around his head, grab his thick black hair and thrust up shamelessly to meet him. But somehow I restrained myself.

  “God, you taste delicious.” Richard looked up again, his mouth wet and shiny with my juices. “Are you hurt inside, Rachel?” he asked me, as two long fingers entered my wet cunt. “Deep inside here, where I put my cock?”

  I nodded, almost unable to