Chapter 26 Ch 26

After being stranded in the shower for fifteen minutes under icy water, I stiffly stumbled out. The raucous from Tandan and Lee was subdued for now. It served them right to fall asleep after all that. Well, I hoped they were asleep.

I slid into the thick, knitted sweater and leggings from Lee and left the bathroom. My mind spun helplessly towards Basileus. I needed to scope out a place where I could lay him out. Last time, I let him play dominant but this was my turn. There was one guest bedroom and it was across the house from the master. Unfortunately, Basileus wouldn't fit anywhere on the floor and even that space was limited. The bed wouldn't even be big enough for us both.

"How the hell am I supposed to get laid around here?" I huffed.

A howl sounded from not too distantly outside the window, as if the bastard heard me. My veins suddenly felt light and scorching. I needed to see him. I dashed out of the room and out the front door. When I circled around the house to the forest side, Basileus sat nestled in the treeline. His glowing eyes penetrated the early twilight as they raked down my body.

There were many ways I could approach him, but the wolf spirit melded to my bones wanted freedom. It might be fun to tempt the beast.

I pushed out a sigh and relinquished my control over my body. The wolf shifted to the forefront until we were on our knees in the wet earth. My gaze swiveled down to my hands. Where long, pale fingers with jagged nails usually were, now curled into light brown paws.

Basileus was standing when I looked at him. His front half bent slightly to the ground, tail curled up, in a crouch. A zing of thrill tore through me. My wolf needed no more encouragement. She bolted off into the forest with a daring yip. He snorted and then I could hear nothing but his limbs jabbing the ground, stride after stride. Fuck, he was fast.

My wolf happened to be very agile, juking trees and flying over bushes and under fallen trunks. I was impressed. The feeling was so utterly exhilarating, so stupendous, that I couldn't imagine why Tandan and Lee didn't shift more often. Probably because of me. I had been weighing them down with my humanness for so long.

I missed a step and nearly fell. Humanness. I hadn't given myself time to really explore the consequences of losing that. Well, now wasn't exactly the time either. My body ached for something to fill the void in my loins and the only thing it wanted was Basileus' thick cock.

He was closing in now, but I abruptly slid to a halt. What the hell was I running for? Basileus grunted as I spun towards him. His claws buried deep into the ground to keep himself from slamming into me. My wolf whined. We could play cat and mouse another time. This situation—this power—was mine.

My lips pulled back into a canine smile. I launched myself at the husky black Lycan. He laughed but caught me as he fell over on his back. My legs performed the perfect straddle around his torso and I could feel the nudge of his manhood against my hind.

Alright, bitch, my turn, I thought to my wolf.

While she reluctantly let me take back over, our body slimmed back into the form of soft flesh and opposable thumbs. I could feel the repositioning of this body's pussy because suddenly Basileus' fur pricked against the tender lips. I shuddered in anticipation. His eyes gleamed up at me.

"So much for getting you clean," I said with a coy smirk.

"I am an animal, Flower," he reminded me. "Cleanliness is only a pretense."

"Is that so? What if I'm a human who just doesn't want to be clean?" My hands pushed down his bristly furred chest, feeling the taut muscles beneath. "In fact, I would like to be very dirty right about now."

His cock twitched at the base of my ass as he groaned. "Flower . . . are you sure about this?"

I stretched forward to press my hand to his cheek. "As sure as I'm alive, my King."

His gaze locked on me with a nod. My fingers were trembling but I didn't let the doubts creep in. I stood up and turned to face his shaft. It stood upright with a slight curve at the top. As I brought my soaking hole to sit on his pelvis, my hands took his dick captive. I rubbed up and down until I had memorized the ridges of veins and the pace of his throbs.

One thumb slipped over his pulsing head. His precum stuck and hung as I brought it to my lips. He tasted salty but unlike any other man I'd ever taken. Almost buttery.

"You taste so good," I whispered.

Of course, he heard me and growled. "Enough teasing, Flower."

"Mr. Lycan"—I twisted around to look over my shoulder at him—"I haven't even started teasing."

He collapsed back against the ground with a frustrated huff. Grinning, I brought my attention back to the task at hand. After handling him for a few more minutes, getting him as hard as possible, I slipped my lips around his bulbous head. He had much more girth than any man I'd ever been with but I liked to be stretched past my boundaries. My mouth charged down his cock as far as I could fit before gagging. Then I brought my head back up, breathed, and went down again.

Basileus writhed beneath me. Each twist of his body unsettled my position, causing my pussy to drag torturously across his fur. We were both going to come without any damn penetration.

"Flower—" he grunted before a thick rope of semen surged into my mouth.

I swallowed it down instantly. There was no time to think or react, and my body's instincts had taken over. He continued to spill over with seed until it covered me and his pelvis. I licked up every drop. If Heaven had a flavor, it couldn't taste better than him.

By the time I had thoroughly cleaned up my lover's juices, his cock was hardening again. I turned to face him completely now. His breathing had calmed again but his eyes flared with anticipation.

"How'd you like that, my King?" I asked.

"I have never felt anything like you in all my years of life, Anna." He tentatively reached up with his claws and rested them on my hips. "No one takes control but me. Until now. Until you. My delicate Flower."

I ran my hands over his claws and shuddered again. He could hurt me so easily yet he never had. Never once. I lifted my hips and walked back until my dripping pussy was aligned with his thick cock.

"I might be your delicate flower most times," I allowed, even though I didn't like being called delicate, "but I'm about to take you in, Basileus. There is nothing delicate about that. I'm not your Flower right now. I'm your Queen."

Before he could utter a sound, I lowered myself onto him. I was wetter than a waterfall but I took a moment to stroke my lips with his head. My body opened up. I could feel the walls of my canal expand for him, stretch with hungry expectation. He whined as I plunged his meaty love stick inside me. The fit was tight, even after I'd expanded. My juices guided him deeper and deeper until, at last, I thrust down. Our pelvises met with a delicious slap. Basileus grabbed my hips and ground me against him. His claws scraped against my vulnerable flesh without puncturing.

An unstoppable moan burbled out of me as I rose up against his dick, feeling his slick member push against my pussy walls. The feeling was indescribably euphoric. I slowly drove myself down his shaft again. We both turned into a shaking mess. Basileus' grip tightened but still didn't hurt me. He wanted to take over, I knew.

"You're all mine," I told him. Sweat beaded on my face and traced my naked spine until it reached my ass. "Isn't that right, Basileus?"

"Fuck. My Flower is—is—"

I quickened my thrusts and seeing the effect on him made me smile. "Your flower is what, my King?"

"My Flower is blossoming," he hoarsely spoke.

"Mhmm." I rotated my hips and rolled out the thrusts until I thought I was going to explode on him. His massive rod stuffed me so full that I felt incredible pressure on my clit without even touching it. "Holy King of Wolves, you feel so good inside me."

He growled and thrusted up to meet me. Our sexes slammed together in a painful but erotic cadence. I began to whimper. Combing my hair out of my face, I looked down into his face. Sweat clung to his dark fur. Those enigmatic eyes were shut away, hidden from my sight.

"Look at me," I ordered. "Basileus, look at me."

Though he continued to thrust with me, his eyelids fluttered open. The flame in his crystalline orbs blazed hotter than Hell itself. I wanted its heat to devour me. I wanted to lose all of myself to him.

With my last thrust, his cock twitched and a blast of hot seed poured into my cavern. I cried out as my own body climaxed under the throes of his. My pussy milked him for all he had. He pumped his cock in, in, in until nothing more came. Basileus' head snapped back with a howl for the crescent dangling in the sky.

My muscles all seemed to surrender at once. I crumpled to his expansive chest, tears in my eyes. The last ripples of my orgasm shuddered through me. His claws scratched lightly down my back. We sighed in exhaustion together.

"You are my Flower and my Queen," he whispered, "at every instant of every moment. Not just now."

The pleasure tears wading in my eyes leaked over. His fur trapped the little saline beads for their keeping.

I curled my weak fingers into the bristles. "I love you."

His monstrous arms hugged me against him. "Rest. I will hold you."

So I did, knowing he would be there when I woke.