Built for Lust

Built for Lust (Box Set)
Alice Gaines
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Copyright ©2013 Alice Gaines
Excerpt from Built for Lust

As lays went, this one wasn't bad, but Cara Logan wouldn't write sonnets to his performance any time soon. What was his name? Oh yeah, Jeff. Jeff had a thick tool, and he moved it in a pounding rhythm in and out of her pussy. He'd lasted for a while now and didn't show any sign of quitting. She ought to love it. She ought to have come two or three times by now.

Straining for more friction, she clamped her inner muscles around him. Good. Good, but she needed better.

"Shit, you make me hot." He groaned into her ear. "Come for me, baby. I want to feel it."

For a moment, her mind went off in a wild direction. The forest, the smell of pine, a tendril of musk in the air. A mate nearby, already heated for the rut. The promise of a rough tongue to lap between her legs in greeting.

No, not the wolf, not even in her imagination. She could tame the human. Control him, make him safe. If only she could climax with him.

"I'm going to fuck you hard," he said. "I'm going to fuck your wet pussy."

Jeff. Back to reality. This was getting ridiculous. He couldn't last forever, and when he finished, he'd leave her aroused and empty.

"Me on top," she ordered.

He didn't seem to hear but kept driving into her. The poor bastard had lost control and would come any minute.

"Me on top." She followed that with a low growl.

The sound penetrated even his state of full arousal. He opened his eyes and stared at her. "Hey, what the..."

His distraction allowed her to flip him onto his back in one motion. In another heartbeat, she grasped his cock and lowered herself onto it.

"When I give an order, I mean it," she snarled.

"Holy shit, you're... what the hell are you?" he said.

Probably by now, her canines were extended, and her wolven eyes were glowing golden. He'd forget that when he came.

"Shut up and let me ride you," she said.

"What are you?" he gasped.

"I'm the alpha bitch who's going to give you the best fucking orgasm of your life." Enough talk. Clasping his cock with her pussy, she pushed herself up and down, back and forth, taking his rod deep inside her. Instead of fighting her, he thrust upward to meet her, and soon they were going madly at each other. Both lost in their own pleasure, their own rising need. She tweaked her nipples with just the right pressure to send a charge down to her clit.

But, shit, she still wouldn't come without imagining the wolf inside her. With no choice, she let her fantasy free. She was running through the woods at top speed, every leap and stride creating friction between her legs. Each jostle of her clit sent her closer to orgasm. In the real world, Cara reached to where the human slammed up into her and found the hardened bud. As she stroked it, her vision made her run even harder and faster. She couldn't breathe, couldn't see the trees and ferns swoosh by her. Neither could she stop, because the male would catch her. He'd force himself inside her and claim her. When she howled in orgasm, he'd own her. She couldn't let that happen, but he was bigger and stronger. And faster. She couldn't win.

Beneath her, the human male stiffened. He'd empty his lust inside her in a moment. She worked her clit furiously now, rubbing and flicking her fingers over it. At the final moment, the male wolf caught her. Holding her with a bite at the back of her neck, he threw his huge, gray body over her. His cock slammed home just as the climax washed over her. In her fantasy, they howled together, heads thrown back. In reality, only her own song went up, filling the room. The man beneath her grunted and then let out a long "ahhh" as he came. Mission accomplished for both of them, but she still had to fantasize about the wolf to get there.

Jeff relaxed, a silly and very human grin on his face. In a minute, he'd fall asleep. She climbed off him and waited until his breathing went soft before padding, naked, to the bathroom.

After the images of the forest, the light bouncing off the tiles almost blinded her. Somehow, it didn't seem right that a perfectly ordinary woman's face looked back at her out of the mirror. Her eyes had gone back to their normal brown, and her canines had shortened to within the range of normal human possibility. Her wolven self remained just below the surface, though. She could easily go outside and shift and search the darkened town for another of her kind. Even if she didn't find the great gray male, she could find another wolf to take her in the way her body needed. Only then, he'd think he owned her, and he'd track her scent back here and mark the place as his own.

Males. You could reason with the humans -- most of the time, sort of. But only a wolf shifter could fill all your desires. The world sucked sometimes.

The human she'd just had appeared in the doorway. "You left."

"I thought you were asleep."

"I should be after that amazing sex." He walked behind her, pinning her between his body and the sink. "You fucked my brains out."

"Glad you liked it."

"Like? Oh, baby." He ran his hands over her ribs and cupped her breasts. "Thinking about it could make me hard again."

She rubbed her ass against him but didn't find a bulge. "I don't think you're ready."

He nibbled at her neck. "Maybe if you sucked on it for a while."

She turned around and pushed him away. "Look, Jeff..."

"Jim."

"I'm sorry, Jim." Now came the difficult part. Telling him to go the hell away. Nicely, of course.

"It was really great. You're an incredible lover."

"You inspire me."

He tried to pull her into his embrace, but she held him off. "I don't do seconds."

His smile faltered. "What the hell does that mean?"

"I'm kind of a lone wolf." Oh boy, was she.

"That howl." His brows wrinkled. "I remember that now."

"Anything else?" She held her breath waiting for his answer.

He was silent for a moment. "Only that noise you made when you came. It must have been good for you, or you wouldn't have let loose with that noise."

"It was." She didn't mention that she wouldn't have climaxed at all without her fantasy. Some things were private, even if you stood naked in your bathroom with a man you'd just screwed.

"You must want more of that," he said.

"We met in a club." She shrugged. "Club rules. You have a good time. You say good-bye. End of story."

"Yeah, well." He stepped away from her, dropping his arms. "As brush-offs go, I guess that's a gentle one."

"I'm sorry, Jim. I'm not the right woman for you." Or wolf.

He raised his hands in surrender. "Okay. I'm tail lights. You change your mind, you know what club to look in for me."

"Thanks."

She stood, hugging herself while he went back into the bedroom. He moved around in there while he found his clothes and got into them. Without another word, he went into the hallway. When her front door opened and closed, she let out the breath she'd been holding.