Howl My Name (BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance) (Grayslake Book 5) Read online

  Their gazes remained locked, his amber eyes boring into hers and she had no doubt her bear was equally visible to him. The animal huffed and chuffed, happy that their mate stroked and petted them. Every brush gently tugged on her skin, teasing her without touching her moist center, and she ached to have him teasing her clit. It throbbed and pulsed, her pussy growing wetter by the second and she was this close to rocking her hips against his stomach and searching for the friction she craved.

  “I want you to come on my tongue.”

  She shuddered, body trembling with his rough words and her blood burned for him.

  She slipped her arms free of the tattered remains of his shirt, leaving her entirely nude for him and he… growled, the sensual desire in his expression deepening until he was merely a man on the edge of need. His cheeks sharpened, teeth elongating and peeking past his lips. The nails on the fingers tormenting her slowly sharpened until they dug into her skin. It should have been painful. She should snap at him to be gentler, but it was so good, so right, and so perfect. That buzz of pain inflamed her, rocketing her pleasure even higher and he hadn’t even touched her pussy yet.

  “When we go back out there, I wanna smell you all over me.” Those rumbles once again reverberated through her body, forcing her eyes to flutter closed. She rolled her hips, seeking to extend the pleasure the sounds created. “Like that?”

  She moaned and nodded, eyelids drooping as she let the growing arousal sneak forward. “Yeah.”

  “You’ll like my mouth even better.” His grip changed, pressing her more firmly to his chest as he encouraged her pace to increase. “My lips and teeth on that pretty pussy.”

  Now she whimpered, pussy clenching and begging to be filled. “Reid.”

  “Ride my face, Evie. Lemme make you scream.”

  There was no missing the need in his gaze, the pure molten desire that filled his eyes. “Please.”

  The word had hardly left her lips before she was lifted once more, Reid positioning her as he desired until her knees were pressed into the mattress once more as she was astride his head, her pussy inches from his face. She squeaked and leaned forward, catching her balance by putting her palms flat on the wall.

  “Perfect,” he rumbled, those amber eyes now focused on the juncture of her thighs.

  And he wanted her, craved her, desired her above all others. There was no missing his pure hunger.

  Reid nuzzled her thigh, running his nose along her leg until he teased the outer edge of her pussy lips. “Smells s’good.” He breathed deeply and released a low moan, reaffirming his words. “S’perfect.”

  He scraped her skin with a single fang, drawing a line on her pale flesh and sending a stinging shard down her spine to mingle with the growing arousal that assaulted her. He repeated the move, teasing her vulnerable flesh with that sharpened tip. He could destroy her or love her, tear her to shreds until she cried for mercy or give her so much pleasure she cried for more.

  With the next pass, the fang was replaced by his tongue as he laved the aching scrape. Another swipe of her aching flesh followed by a third before he turned his attention to her other leg, repeating the process once more. She moaned with the renewed pain, the way it twisted and turned with the pleasure singing in her veins. Her body pulsed with her need for him, with her desperation to be touched by him.

  And then… then his teasing changed, no longer tormenting her outer sex lips and focusing on the seam of her pussy. He nudged the top of her slit with his nose, breathing deeply before releasing the breath with a slow exhale. He blew warm air across her heated pussy only to suck in another lungful and release it again.

  “I’ll never get enough of this.” She’d never get enough of him, either. “Need a taste, Evie.”

  His eyes flicked to her and she wasn’t too proud to beg. “Please.”

  Reid tongued her first, sliding along her slit, up and down and up and down. She grew wetter by the second, her center clenching and aching to be consumed by him, by his mouth and someday his cock.

  Evelyn forced her body to remain still, becoming a statue while he tormented her with that talented tongue. Because then… because then he slipped beyond her outer lips and with his next flick, he teased her clit.

  “Oh, fuck,” she trembled, body reacting to that glancing caress.

  He moaned and repeated the move, the delicate torment yanking a groan from her mouth. Then it became a rhythmic series of flicks and taps. She moaned and cried out with each one, urging him to go harder, faster, more.

  He sucked and nibbled her clit then, taking what he wanted as he sampled her while still giving her pleasure. He gripped her hips, holding her steady and moving her as he desired. He eased her back to torment her clit and forced her hips forward when he wanted to dip his tongue into her pussy. He lapped at her very center, teasing her opening with his agile tongue until she was desperate to be filled by him, to be taken and branded by Reid.

  “Please, oh God. Please, Reid.”

  He just moaned and continued in his attentions.

  Lick. Suck. Nibble.

  Over and over he teased her—tormented her.

  And she wanted more. More of him, more of his mouth, his hands, his body. She craved his touch like a drug and lost herself to the ecstasy he created.

  Him, the werewolf Itan that everyone called deadly, gave her nothing but bliss.

  He gave her even more when his fingertips ghosted over her ass and teased her crack, dipping between her cheeks to find her hidden entrance.

  “Reid. I…” She hadn’t ever been taken there, been touched there, but with him… she wanted it all.

  So she didn’t stop him, she took his forbidden attentions, torn between the pleasure of his mouth and the dark ecstasy of his fingers. She rode both edges, seeking her bliss with the two separate sensations until she couldn’t tell one torment from the next. Her body simply knew joy. It knew what it craved and what it sought, so she allowed the sensations to drug her. She moaned with each nibble, groaned with each lick, and gasped when the tip of his finger slipped into her ass.

  “Reid!”

  He simply moaned, taking more from her and giving just as much in return. Each passing second pushed her higher, shoved her closer to release until she knew it would overcome her at any second.

  “Reid, gonna… come…” She wasn’t sure what she was saying anymore, just that the sensations slowly overrode her every thought and she was nothing more than a body of sensation that seemed electrified by the pleasure filling her veins.

  But he knew. He knew and pleasured her even further. He moaned against her pussy, growling and groaning while his finger pushed even deeper into her ass. And she loved it, loved every inch deeper he slid, loved the forbidden penetration until she ached to have his cock fill her there, too.

  Her nerves sizzled with need, the precipice in sight and dragging her nearer with each breath, with every heartbeat, and every thought. Her nipples were hard and aching along with her pussy, body ready for the ultimate release.

  Soon. Soon. Soon.

  The pleasure didn’t just fill her, it consumed her, overriding every thought as it increased. A bubble of ecstasy surrounded her, wrapping her in a sphere of impending bliss until each breath brought another trembling wave of joy.

  “Reid…” It was there, right on the edge, pussy clenching and aching to be filled while it tightened around air. Her clit throbbed in time with those milking ripples until wave after wave of joy trembled through her body. “Please…”

  She needed a little more, a little something that would send—

  Reid scraped a single fang across her clit, the sharp tooth scratching the bundle of nerves and it sent her flying into the air, over the edge and beyond. She came with his name on her lips, the ecstasy stealing her control as she trembled and gasped with the overwhelming sensations. Her body was no longer her own, the bliss forcing her toes to curl and muscles to twitch without thought.

  And he didn’t stop. He contin
ued to fuck her ass, mouth working her clit, while she dealt with the consuming pleasure that seemed to go on and on. The waves continued, rising and falling in a drugging ebb and flow of ecstasy that she could easily become addicted to. His attentions gradually slowed, bringing her down from the extreme heights of joy until her heart slowed to its normal rhythm and her breaths no longer came in heaving gasps as she fought for air.

  Evelyn leaned forward, forehead to the wall as her strength fled and the drowsy after-sex glow overtook her. That was also about the time she realized she must have gotten claws at some point because they were now deeply embedded in the drywall. Damn.

  Reid moaned, drawing her attention once more, his lips now brushing gentle kisses to her mound and then finally giving her leg one last nuzzling. That’s when his gaze collided with hers with a low hum. “Delicious.”

  “Yeah?” She gave him a small, lazy grin.

  “Hell, yeah. If my dick isn’t in your pussy you can bet my mouth will be teasing this pretty clit of yours.”

  She liked the sound of that. It was crass, sure, but oh so good. “Okay.”

  More than okay.

  “Good,” he grunted. “Now come lay down. You were hurt too.”

  Now he remembered.

  But she didn’t care about how long it took him to realize she’d been injured as well because the orgasm and then his snuggles more than made up for her new exhaustion.

  Evelyn eased close, draping half her body across his with a soft sigh. “This good?”

  He grunted. She took that as a yes.

  * * *

  Reid held her close, her chest to his side, draped across him like a lush blanket. He absorbed her heat, reveled in their closeness, and the softness of her skin. This was what he’d missed in his life.

  Not sex. He’d fucked his way through his old pack in Redby and half the female bears at Terrence’s compound. But he always kicked the bitches out after or left if he’d gone to their place. Come and done.

  Now? Now his wolf howled at him, telling him that if he even thought about leaving, it’d kick his ass. The beast agreed that the first time he came with Evie would be when he was buried deeply inside her. It went on to tell him that hard-on or not, his ass was staying put. He could suffer.

  His animal was an asshole.

  But when he ran his fingers along her smooth back, fingers dancing over her silken skin, he figured suffering through blue balls was worth it. Her small hand stroked his chest, fingers drawing random lines on his skin. Each twirl and swirl had her traveling farther south, edging toward the sheet that draped across his hips. When she went to delve beneath the fabric, he grasped her wrist, stopping her.

  “No, Evie.”

  “Reid,” she whined. “I wanna make you feel good.”

  He nuzzled her head, drawing in her scent with each inhale. “Holding you makes me feel good. Touching you like this.” He shook his head. “You have no idea what this does for me.”

  “You’re not gonna let me…”

  Reid smiled and pressed a soft kiss to her head. The scent of her arousal still surrounded him, her musky essence teasing his wolf, and it tried to wheedle a claiming out of him. If only the Carvrix hadn’t done such a good job. His shifter blood would have healed a normal injury by now, but with that poison… not so much.

  “No, I’m not.” He gave her a gentle squeeze. “Evie, this is a gift. Right here. Right now. I’ve never had this and right now, that’s enough.”

  Her hand traveled back to his chest, fingers ghosting over his abs and then finally settling over his heart once more. “You’ve never stuck around after sex?”

  Her voice was teasing, but she had no idea how deep his feelings went. “I’ve never enjoyed comfort like this. Not just sex, but any of it.”

  She stilled and he cursed himself, knowing those few words opened up a can of pain that he didn’t want to open.

  “What do you mean?”

  “It’s not important.” Today, anyway. Hopefully not ever. He didn’t want to go back there. To that time when his life was shaped and formed through blood and pain.

  Evie wasn’t going to let him get away with it, though. “I think it is.” She lifted her head, turning it so she could prop her chin on his chest. Their gazes met, and he knew what she was gonna say before the words left her mouth. “Tell me.”

  And because she was his mate, he couldn’t not tell her.

  Reid closed his eyes, unwilling to see any disgust or hatred that might fill her expression. Why shouldn’t she be disgusted? Or why wouldn’t she hate him for what he’d done over the years?

  “It’s hard to find one thing.” He sought his memories, ignoring the pain that came with ’em and instead separated himself from the emotional hurts. Him with emotions? Yeah. He had ’em. He just didn’t let them come out to play very often.

  “Tell me anything.”

  Anything. “You know, I…” God, was he going to admit his fears? His heartache? His pain? For Evie, he would. There had to be more to them than fucking. “The first time I saw my mom beaten I was three. Shit, I remember that day.”

  He remembered it all right. He could still taste his mother’s blood on his tongue, the gashes that marred her skin.

  Evie gave him time to gather his thoughts and he was thankful she did. “My parents were true mates, but there’s always been something different about my father when you compare him to others. He had that edge that made him just a little stronger, just a little meaner than everyone else. Which was what made him a good alpha.”

  Reid watched more than one dominance fight that ended with death for his father’s opponent. “But the mean…” he sighed. “I can’t explain it. Saying my father was a mean sonofabitch just isn’t enough.” He flipped through his past, trying to find something other than the lesson he’d learned at three. He decided it’d been a mistake to start there. He should—

  “Tell me what happened to your mom.”

  It was a mistake. “I skinned my knee.” Out tumbling with the neighborhood kids. He hadn’t grown into his asshole genes yet. Still a kid having fun, running and tussling with the other wolves. “I didn’t cry, Bennetts don’t cry. We’re not pussy assed bitches.” See, Pops, I remember. “But one of the kids, boy destined to be our omega, he was so small and timid unless we were playing.” He wasn’t gonna think about what happened to Adam. “We got tangled and went down, both of us cut up. It was just a kid thing. Playing and falling, me landing on the bottom and Adam on top.”

  Reid knew that’d been something else that enraged his father. The fact that Adam had appeared to dominate Reid. They’d been three, but already he was being groomed for the alpha position.

  “Adam was crying which made me get teary and our mothers came running over to brush us off and offer us comfort. It was so stupid. It was what kids do.”

  He closed his eyes, letting history creep forward. Letting himself remember the scent of the grass and the gravel that dug into his knees. It’d burned and cut his skin, but he wasn’t gonna cry because babies cried and Reid wasn’t a baby. He was an alpha.

  So instead of being a baby, he told Adam it was all gonna be okay. He didn’t need to cry. And when Adam realized he’d hit the alpha’s son, he’d cried harder. It was the first time he’d smelled fear from another kid, or had one run from him. Adam crawled his momma like she was a tree and hid his face in her neck. He kept on crying and apologizing.

  I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…

  Reid didn’t care. He just hoped it’d scar. Scars were cool.

  “My mother told him it was okay. That everything was fine. There was no reason to be upset.” He snorted. “God, with my father there was every reason.” He shook his head. “He came home after dark, bone tired from work and hungry. I’d already eaten so I was playing in the living room. Don’t even remember what was on the TV now.” It’d been important back then, though. “My parents were in the kitchen, talking about whatever adults discussed and then my fat
her called for me. And when he called, you went. There was none of that begging some parents do. He said your name and your ass did whatever he said.”

  He learned that by watching others in the pack, the way his dad reacted when they took their time.

  “I scrambled into the kitchen, racing to get to the table and stared at him, waiting to see what he wanted. And he… just stared. Stared at me until I remembered I was supposed to look down.” He ran his fingers along Evie’s arm, reminding himself he had her by his side. “Even at three I didn’t feel like I needed to submit. It just never occurred to me. When I challenged him and won twenty years later, I knew why. I was stronger than him even then. Perhaps not in body, but heart.”

  It wasn’t something he’d acknowledged until that moment and it shifted a few things inside him, altered his view just enough to make the world seem different. Just enough to…

  “What happened next?”

  “Right. Next.” Next he’d questioned Reid. Over and over. What happened? Who hit who? Did he cry? Are you sure that’s what happened? “He had me tell him what happened. I wanted to look to my mom, to see her smile and know that everything was okay because he smelled more than mad. It was rage, but then, I’d never scented it before.” Years later after his mother had been raped and beaten by a pack of hyenas, he’d experienced it again. “And when I was done he didn’t say a damned thing. Not one. And I was squirming because I wasn’t sure if I’d made my alpha happy or not so I stole a peek. I lifted my eyes and saw my father staring at my mother, and she had tears on her cheeks and then…”

  You lying cunt.

  “He backhanded her. One hit sent her sprawling across the floor and by the time she stopped sliding, blood poured from her split cheek.” He’d never scented his mother’s blood before. Never caught a hint of those flavors, but he’d never forget them. Not ever. “I ran to her. She was my mother and I was idealistic. No one hurt mothers. You just didn’t. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, crying for her, but I never made it. My father caught me with his boot. Sent me flying through the air and I didn’t stop until I slammed against the wall.” He brushed a kiss across her forehead. “It hurt like hell. I think that day was the most painful of my life and it had nothing to do with hitting a wall.”