Sharkbait Down Under

Sheraton Grand Mirage Resort

Gold Coast, Australia

I was nervous as I held Nicholas’s hand, walking quickly away from the wedding reception to the hotel elevator. “I’m happy for Hammer and Susan,” I said as we waited for the elevator.

“He’s a good bloke,” my mate agreed. As soon as the door to the elevator closed, he pulled me up against his hard body. “And you have been teasing me all night, my beautiful mate.” The thin clothes did nothing to hide the heat of our bodies for each other, nor did they hide the scent of our arousal. I could feel his rapidly-hardening shaft growing between us, pressing against my stomach.

“It’s not teasing if you back it up,” I said as I slipped my hand inside his trunks, gripping his length. Our bodies hid it from the security camera, and I took my hand back out with a smile as the elevator dinged for our floor. “Take me to bed, you big stud.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” He leaned down and grabbed me around the legs, lifting me onto his broad shoulder as he walked down the hallway. I squirmed, which led to a loud smack on my butt and a squeal. “Your wolf may be dominant, but not now,” he said.

My wolf was silent; the shameless hussy was so happy to be mating, she would put up with anything. My hands were free, so I used one to smack his ass back. He didn’t take time to react, stopping at our door and opening it with the card. A few steps later, and his strong arms were tossing me into the middle of the bed. I bounced once, then rolled onto my hands and knees as he turned to lock the door. “Strip,” he told me. I got on my knees and started to pull my dress off, and he stopped me. “Slowly.”

He sat in the chair opposite the bed as I kicked my sandals off and stood next to his chair. I pulled my phone out, starting some music I could dance to, and placing it on the table behind him. I started moving with the music, using moves Amy and I had learned on sleepovers while watching videos. His eyes were wide, and he loved it.

I moved around him, moving my hips and body until I was between his legs. Crossing my arms, I pulled the dress up slowly, an inch or two at a time, while I rolled my hips underneath it. When it cleared my head, I was facing away from him. I tossed the dress onto the other chair, then reached for the ties that held up my top. I channeled burlesque moves, loosening the strings and letting it fall to the floor while I danced.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said. I backed up until my legs hit the chair, then leaned back until my ass was grinding into his shorts. I felt hands come forward, and I smacked them before standing up. “No touching the lap dancer,” I teased. “Behave, or I’ll have the bouncer throw you out.”

“He can try,” Nicholas said, but his hands moved back to the arms of the chair. I started dancing again, moving to the beat, and covering my breasts with my hands as I turned around. His breath caught in his throat, and I could see his wolf coming forward.

I let my hands slide down my stomach, then slowly pulled the bikini strings loose on my bottoms. As it fell to the floor, he leaned forward. “Stop,” he said. “Don’t move.” I didn’t know what was wrong, but I stopped dancing. Nicholas stood up, moving around me, his eyes examining everything. “Stand with your feet shoulder-width apart, then lift your hair off your neck, and link your fingers together.”

I was standing naked in the center of the hotel room, taking up the vulnerable position, and I’d never been dripping like this before. “Is something wrong?”

He moved off to the bathroom, coming back with a terry-cloth tie from one of the hotel robes. “Nothing is wrong. I want our first time to be amazing.” He held the belt in his hands. “Do you trust me?”

Could I? I’d barely known him half a day, but my wolf was shivering in anticipation. His dominant behavior was turning me on, and I wanted to see what he would do. “Yes.”

“Good.” He covered my eyes with the soft cloth and tied it behind my head. With my vision gone, everything else got magnified. Every scent stronger, every noise louder, and every touch set me on fire. He ran his fingers lightly from my arm to my side, and I yelped and moved away.

I heard a whose before feeling a hard smack on my left butt cheek. I yelped again and twisted, bringing my hands down, and earned a smack on my OTHER butt cheek for my effort. “I told you not to move,” he said. “Do I need to tie you up?”

“No,” I said as I returned to my pose. This time, I focused on not reacting to the touch. It was difficult, as each contact sent tingles through my body, and a signal to my sex to prepare. Nicholas started with my hair, brushing it gently before massaging my scalp. Magic fingers moved to my face, lightly brushing my cheeks and lips before moving to my neck.

It was all too much. “I’m going to cum,” I said.

“Not without permission, my love, or you’ll earn a punishment.”

I bit my lip, I changed my breathing, I did multiplication tables, I even thought about budget numbers for Sharkbait Productions as his fingers moved down my shoulders while he stood behind me. His hands moved around, cupping my breasts, his fingers twisting my erect nipples. “Please,” I begged.

“No.”

Oh LUNA, I prayed as his hands moved down my stomach towards my sex. I was on such a hair-trigger that I’d explode if he touched me. “PLEASE!”

“Cum for me, my mate,” he said as his right index finger tapped on my engorged clit.

I went off like a bomb. Screaming in pleasure, Nicholas held me up as his fingers pushed me from one explosion into the next. When it finally ebbed, I found myself on the bed with the sheets pulled down. “Wow,” was all I could say. I moved my hands up to the blindfold, only for him to grab them.

“No,” he said. “Reach over your head and hold on to the headboard. If you let go, I stop.”

I reached up and found the rails, grabbing on as I heard the sounds of his clothes coming off.

I never knew how frustrating but HOT it could be, not being able to see or touch, while being seen and touched. His fingers, lips, and tongue plundered every erogenous zone I knew of, and a few I didn’t. I asked for and received permission three more times, the last two with his face buried between my legs.

I felt him lift himself and crawl up my body, kissing my navel, then laving my breasts again before settling between my legs. I heard a wrapper open, just before his hard cock started sliding against my sodden sex. I begged him to put it in me.

He pulled the blindfold off. “I want to see your eyes as I do this,” he said.

“Make me yours,” I moaned. I felt the swollen head moving between my labia, lubricating the condom, and then he started pushing in. My mouth opened as he stretched me, stopping when he reached the barrier. He was a big guy, and it took a moment for me to adjust.

“Are you all right?” I nodded. He leaned down, kissed me, and pushed his way through.

The pain flared but was soon gone, replaced by a sense of fullness. He stopped moving, letting me adjust until I started moving against him. He started stroking gently, the feeling indescribable. He allowed me to move my hands, and I put them to use immediately. We built to a peak, my legs wrapped around his hips and my hands pulling his ass forward as he pounded me into a quivering mass of jello.

Our wolves came forward, teeth lengthening in readiness for the claim. I moved my face right, picking out the spot where his neck met his left shoulder. With one hard thrust, he set me over the edge again, and I bit down hard.

The bite triggered his orgasm, and his wolf took my neck, biting deeply. The bond popped into place between us, linking us together forever. I took my teeth out, licking the wound as my teeth receded.

He rolled off to the side, pulling me until I was facing him. We didn’t say anything as we recovered; we didn’t need to. “I love you, Nicholas,” I sent to him over the new link in my mind.

“I love you, Vicki.” We rested a few more minutes, then showered and cleaned the blood off. Mating scars healed quickly, but the claiming scars would be a visible sign to all of our mating. Our scents would change, further warning other wolves of our status.

“How do you feel,” I said as we walked back into our room.

“Powerful,” he said. “It’s like my wolf drank a bunch of energy drinks.”

“That’s the Alpha mantle strengthening him. Your wolf becomes as strong as mine.”

I looked at the clock after another round of lovemaking; it was three in the morning. We had breakfast at seven, followed by a meeting about the Australian Wolves. I snuggled into my mate’s side, my nose filled with his scent as we dropped off to sleep together.