King’s Lust
Book 3 of the Wolf’s Lust Series
By Lacy Dae
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Copyright 2012 Lacy Dae
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Sleeping on Logan’s chest, I dreamed. I saw again his chest healing in my ER, the bones of his rib cage expanding and sliding into place. Fast forward then, to following a trail of blood through abandoned factories, looking for him, wanting to discover his secret. Being caught by the werewolf pack and drugged with a potion that fired my body with lust, making me unable to resist. I’d fucked the werewolf king, driven by a burning passion, without hesitation. In the throes of a violent orgasm, I’d bitten his fingers, his thick and coppery blood rich on my tongue. Then, having used me, he tossed me to the pack, as a reward to the loyal wolves who had supported him against Logan’s challenge.
The king had thought I was Logan’s girlfriend, and had forced him to watch me fucking his enemies, to punish him for daring to rebel against the king. The drug had made me ravenous for cock, and I had done things that I’d never done before, experienced pleasures I’d never known. But behind it all had been a throbbing hunger, unsatisfied and insatiable, no matter how many screaming orgasms I’d been brought to. I woke, shuddering, the ghost of that searing passion tingling in my pussy, a shadow of the craving I’d felt before the drug had finally worn off.
My stirring roused Logan, and he absently rubbed his hands down my arms, soothing me and settling me more firmly against his warm, lightly furred chest. The king had locked us in together for the night, and warned me not to get too close to the feral beast that Logan had become, all teeth and claws and rage without the necklace totem that helped the wolves maintain control. But Logan had a secret, too, and once we were alone, had changed back to human and explained everything to me. He was going to kill the king for his crimes, against me and other women, and take over the pack. And then I’d be free.
Unable to resist his warmth, I pressed my lips against his chest, delighting in the smooth feel of his skin and the steady beat of his heart. I licked and nibbled my way up his chest, to his neck. He squirmed at my hot breath in the sensitive crevice between his neck and shoulder. Waking fully, he froze for a second in startled alarm, then relaxed as he recognized me. “Are you ok?” He asked. “Is it… do you still feel…” his question faded off into awkward silence, but I knew what he meant.
“No, it’s worn off, I think.” I paused, double-checking my body’s signals. Back to normal, or nearly so. “I just… you looked…” I took a deep breath. “I want you.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. You’ve had a rough couple of days. You’re probably just suffering from shock!” He protested, but didn’t draw away from me. In fact, one large hand slid down my back, cupping my ass and pressing me more tightly against him.
I turned to face him directly, straddling his lap. We were both naked, part of the king’s sick joke. I could feel his burgeoning erection pressing against my belly, and I shivered at its firm touch. “I haven’t been able to make many choices these last few days. This one is mine. Let me make it.”
He studied my face for a second, his blue eyes fading to grey in the shadowy corner. In his beast shape they were burning amber, bright with a feral light. I’d recognize him in any shape, now. Whatever he saw in my eyes seemed to reassure him that I was serious, and not unduly influenced by the drug I’d been given. He nodded, and then surprised me by wrapping his hand around the back of my neck, drawing me in for a kiss. Our lips met, a silky, slippery touch, and he slanted his mouth against mine. His tongue flicked lightly at the corner of my lips, coaxing me to accept him. I willingly opened my mouth to his questing tongue. The kiss was soft and slow, tender and teasing, a subtle heat that slid smoothly down my skin, to collect at my yearning pussy. I moaned softly, into his mouth, and his eyes crinkled in pleasure at my reaction to his kisses.
He pushed me up higher onto my knees, with my tits even with his face. Nuzzling and nibbling, he did a slow spiral, circling in on one firm peak. I clutched his dark hair as he found it, drawing my sensitive bud deep into his hot mouth. He put his arm behind me, arching me backwards, my breasts thrusting out towards him. I gasped as his mouth drifted from one pink nipple to the other, both pebbled in the cool air. My pussy moistened at his playful touch, and an ache began to develop deep inside me.
I pushed his head away from my heated breasts, and slid down his body, towards the thick, rigid cock straining up against his flat belly. I grasped it gently, delighting in its velvety hardness. A glistening drop of pre-cum already gleamed on its head, and I leaned forward to lick it clean. He uttered a strangled groan as my warm tongue flicked the head of his dick, and he dropped his head backwards, leaning against the wall behind him. Encouraged, I sucked the swollen head of his rod deep into my hot, wet mouth. His cock twitched in my mouth, and then he gently pulled me off of him. “I won’t last long if you keep that up!’ he said, only half-kidding.
He kissed me again, harder, his tongue pressing firmly against mine. Pressing me against the concrete floor, he leaned over me, supporting himself on his hands. He licked and nibbled his way down my body, his hot mouth branding my sensitive skin. He paused at my bellybutton, darting in with an inquisitive tongue to test its depth. I gasped as a pleasurable twinge pulsed from my navel to my clit, nearly an electrical shock. He grinned up at me for a second, and then continued downwards, to where my throbbing cunt was demanding attention.
His first flickering touch made my hips arch uncontrollably. He gripped my hip bones, pressing my ass back to the floor, and then ran his tongue slowly down my dripping slit. I moaned as he lapped at my sweet juices, running his tongue down and over my labia. He gently sucked on my tender clit, swirling his tongue around, making me squirm as the sweet pleasure built up inside me. I reached down to run my fingers in his thick hair, pressing his face more firmly against my needy twat. He responded by suckling more firmly, and then sliding a long finger deep into my aching hole. He thrust it in fully, moaning against my clit as he felt the silken heat of my channel walls. “You’re so tight.” He whispered into my thigh, his warm breath exciting against my sensitized skin.
I tugged on his hair, pulling him up to face me fully. Kissing him, I could taste my personal perfume on his lips. His broad chest brushed against my sensitive nipples, and I arched against him in response. He chuckled, and ran his hands under my back, holding me tightly against him. I could feel the tip of his hard cock just brushing against the entrance to my body. The sensation made me ache inside, and I decided to take charge. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pushing his cock into my tight sheath. We both moaned at the heat and pressure, as his rigid dick fully penetrated my hot pussy, rubbing hard against my g-spot.
Slowly he pulled back out, the velvety walls of my cunt gripping his hard cock every inch of the way. When only the swollen head was still in me, he thrust in hard, filling me again and pushing up firmly against my g-spot. He set up a forceful rhythm, each thrust making me gasp as his rigid prick touched me deep inside, against that special spot that swelled and heated in response. A delicious tension began to build in me, making my legs quiver, as I approached my orgasm.