MAEVE
I couldn't sleep.
It's been hours of turning and tossing, but nothing has been working. I looked at the wall clock, probably for the umpteenth time since I got in bed, and saw it was 2:34 am. That made me sigh as I got out of bed. It was almost morning, and here I was, still unable to sleep. I walked to my window and saw that it was a semi black sky courtesy of the half moon, and from the howls that drifted into my ear, I knew some powerful wolves - the ones that could shift without the full moon were having a field day.
After staying at my window for a couple of minutes and still not feeling sleepy, I impulsively decided to go for a walk. That'd probably clear my head and get me 3 hours of sleep before I have to prepare for work. I pulled a long jacket over my night gown before slipping out through the back door. The air was chilly, and I tightened my coat around my body. I walked to the open field behind the house, one that overlooked the thick forest that was used for wolf runs and races. I hadn't even walked for ten minutes when I felt my head clearing and sleepiness clouding my eyes. It made me regret not coming out earlier. If I had known the results would be this instant, I'd have done this since I realized I couldn't sleep. I walked for a couple more minutes when I turned back toward the house, and I heard a sudden movement behind me.
I stopped, heart racing. The movement continued: forest clearing, paws on the ground, and tiny bursts of howls. I knew it was a wolf behind me, and while my instinctive thought was to flee, I remained rooted to a spot, and as if that wasn't enough, something I didn't understand propelled me to turn.
What I saw made a scream catch in my throat.
It was a wolf, quite alright. A black wolf with golden streaks. It was the most enormous wolf I've ever seen, and it looked at least ten times my size. I had to crane my head all the way back to see its head.
Right before my eyes, the wolf let out the loudest howl, probably in the history of mankind, raised its forepaws off the ground, and beat them against its chest, before I heard cracking and breaking sounds. The wolf bent, shifted, and morphed, and in less than a minute, its human form stood before me.
It was Lucien Thorne.
And he was very much naked.
My eyes were drawn to his body. To his lean and bound muscles, to his biceps, to the unending hotness of his body, and when my eyes finally got to what rested in between his thighs, my mouth dried and I had to swallow a lump, the size of Mount Everest.
He was long, thick, and hard. Even though it was in a flabby state, it still looked like a powerful rod that would wreck me and break me in half without trying. I tried to look away from him, but I couldn't. I kept thinking of the many ways he could put it to good use, and right on that list was me on my knees and my tongue swirling over his head. My nipples hardened into pebbles, and an ache started blooming in my center.
"Fantasizing about having your stepbrother's dick in your mouth?" His cold voice interrupted me, and I looked up to see a smug look on his face. A smug look that hinted that he knew exactly what I was thinking.
"Speak for yourself, Lucien," I tried to match his intense gaze even though my body was betraying me, "you're the one who hasn't been able to keep your eyes off me. It must be killing you to know that you crave the stepsister you loathe this much."
"Mind the way you talk to me," he growled as he crossed the distance between us in quick strides.
"Or what?" I dared him. He was standing right in front of me, all hard planes and maleness, and because of how quickly he moved to me, his dick swung against my thigh and made me dizzy-headed.
"Or…" he cocked his head to one side and slowly appraised me with eyes that grew even more intense when they briefly settled on my hard nipples, one that was visible through my transparent night gown, "I'll have to put your mouth to proper use."
Heat enveloped my body, and the image his words painted was too vivid to ignore. I instinctively rubbed my thighs together to soothe the ache that was growing by the second.
"Fuck you, Lucien."
"Get on your knees, Maeve." He taunted, and it took all my willpower to turn back and walk away. I couldn't even take two steps when he grabbed me, almost too forcefully, turned me back to face him, and forced me to my knees.
He grabbed his dick with his left hand, pumped thrice, and that was all it took for it to come alive. Even though I was almost dizzy with want, I was drawn to its beauty, to its thickness, and the veins that ran through it.
Lucien slapped my lips with his length, and my mouth instinctively opened. He didn't warn me. He shoved himself in. I gagged as his dick invaded my throat and tears sprang into my eyes. He grabbed my ponytail, hardly giving me time to adjust to his size before he started moving.
Too fast. Too much. Too quick. He was fucking my mouth, and I just let go. I allowed myself to be used in this filthy, dark, and possessive way while loving every minute of it. Every time, his dick poised in and out of my mouth, every time he buried himself till he was in contact with the extreme back of my mouth and kept himself there until my eyes watered, nose became messed up, and saliva dripped from the corners of my mouth.
I loved everything about it. Hi, satisfied grunts and groans… The way his hand tightened around my ponytail. He was coming undone.
"Look at you," he groaned in between harsh thrusts, "on your knees and taking your my cock like that nasty whore that you are."