by K. F. Breene
Panting heavily, sweat covering her body, tremors racking her, she lay still for a moment. Feeling what it was like to be electrocuted from the inside out by the best damn orgasm she’d ever had, in her entire life.
A soft kiss pressed against her navel.
Fingers trailed lightly from the side of her knee up the inside of her thighs.
She didn’t know if she could carry on.
As if reading her mind, she heard a dark chuckle, and then a flick of a tongue against her clit.
“No!” Ann jolted, her hands flying to Charles’ shoulders, ready to restrain him. She was still too sensitive for any more of those shenanigans.
The next kiss fell on her inner thigh, soft and sweet. Letting her catch her breath.
She didn’t think that would ever happen.
Another tremor slid through her body, making her shiver with an aftershock of that incredible orgasm.
“It’s not your position they are after, Charles. It’s your mouth.”
“Who, the females?”
“No. The bedbugs,” she said sarcastically.
Suction found her clit again, hard and intense. She yelped as her body jolted, the sensations unbearable with sensitivity. She pushed at his shoulders, moaning again, eyes squeezed shut, not sure if she wanted him to stop or suck harder.
It hurt so fucking good.
Her fingers turned into claws, digging into his flesh as spicy tingles of pleasure needled up her skin. His fingers plunged inside of her, pushing out a groan. Blissful pain accosted her, just barely on the side of pleasure.
“No, Charles,” she begged in a frantic moan, legs at odds with her statement as she hooked her heels behind his powerful arms and held him in place. “Oh Charles, I can’t.”
Her hips gyrated up into his mouth as his fingers slammed into her, hard and forceful, pushing past the wall of over-sensitivity. “Oh God. Oh God. Oh no. No, no. Ohhh.” Ann gripped a handful of his hair and rocked her hips into him, coming off the bed. She scratched his shoulder with the other hand, needing to harm him somehow as the unbearable sensations pounded her. Her body lit on fire for the second time, but this time it blistered. Her breathing caught up in time with the wild, frantic swinging of her hips. Her body wound up, so tight. So hard.
“Oh Charles, oh God, oh—”
Everything stopped. His face ripped away. His fingers disappeared.
“What the fuck?” she breathed in agony, right on the edge. Right on the very edge of an extremely high cliff of unbearable pleasure.
She struggled up to her elbows to look down between her legs, but he’d risen up. Smoky grey eyes burning with fire rooted to hers. He yanked open his fly and pushed down his trousers. His huge erection bobbed free, his species packing heavy and he no exception.
Her chest heaved as her gaze raked his glistening, sparkling body, the glitter looking like little explosions with each movement. She couldn’t help a small laugh as he tossed his pants to the floor.
“You shouldn’t laugh when a guy reveals his junk, Ann.” Charles scowled when she laughed harder. “You’ll pay for that.”
“Oh yeah, how is that?” she taunted, still on fire. Wanting to pin him to the mattress and bite him as she slammed her body down on top of his.
Eyes sparkling with mischief, he slowly bent between her legs, his gaze still connected with hers, his tongue came out and wiggled her clit. Sparks of shooting pleasure pierced her body, reminding her of that cliff, of her need for just a little more friction to jump off.
He wiggled just a bit more, sending her closer. And then closer still. All she needed was a suck. A hard suck, and she’d be over.
He softly blew on her. “Beg me to let you come.”
“Fuck you, Charles!” She gritted her teeth against the agony.
He blew softly again, his breath cool against her fevered sex. The contrast made her insides squeeze with need. Aching torture had her hips pushing up to him, needing his mouth.
“Beg me, Ann. Beg me to let you come. I want a pretty please with it, too.”
She sat up in a rush, grabbing his shoulders and attempting to throw him to the mattress. He didn’t even budge. Impossible strength held him, not even needing to wrestle back. He just hung out with a smug smile, his eyes sparkling like the glitter on his body.
He tsked. “Nope. You need to beg. That, or say you’re sorry for laughing at my cock.”
“I wasn’t laughing at your cock,” she ground out through clenched teeth, struggling to rip him to the side again. She was way stronger than humans—shifters naturally were and she’d worked on strength training. She should at least be able to knock him off-balance. “I was laughing at your glitter.”
“Hmm. Well, joke’s on you. I’m having fun. Beg me.”
She fell back to the bed and threw on a pout. “I thought you were going to make this all about me? I’m having a tough time…”
His smile dwindled. He watched her for a minute, his gaze dipping to her downturned lips before he sighed softly. “You win.”
His hands slid firmly along the inside of her thighs to the crease. He bent and slowly ran his lips up the line of her sex, tickling her slit open before playfully flicking her clit. But it was too soft, too teasing. If anything, it was ten times worse than doing nothing at all.
“Harder Charles,” she instructed, shivers spreading across her body once again, heat rushing in after.
He gave her feather-light touches, increasing the uncomfortable need to orgasm. “Charles—!”
“Pretty please…” he whispered.
She couldn’t help an agonized grin. He’d called her bluff. “I hate that you know me so well!”
“With sugar on top…” The next feather-touch made her groan in frustration.
“Fine. Please. Pretty please. With a mountain of sugar. Please let me come, Charles.”
“Good girl.” He sucked her in, hard. His fingers entered her body, curving just right, before starting a rhythm. Almost immediately, and without warning, an orgasm ripped through her, jolting her back onto the bed and making her whole body go taut. She couldn’t even sigh. Or yell. She vibrated, electrocuted again, clutching onto his shoulders as her eyes rolled back into her head.
She managed a ragged breath and a “thank you.”
He kissed up her body, nipping her occasionally, causing her to groan. He didn’t linger anywhere, not even on her nipples. Instead, he reached her lips and kissed her deeply, resting his large body on top of hers. His manhood ran up her slit, pressing against her.
She moaned as she ran her palms over his shoulders and entwined her fingers around his neck. His tongue entered her mouth as his hands ran the length of her body. He grabbed her behind her right knee and hoisted her leg higher on his hip. Lips staying connected, with sensual body movements, he rose up a fraction until his tip slid down the center of her sex. When it met her opening, he pushed forward slowly.
Her eyes fluttered as his girth slowly entered her body. “Oh,” she sighed into his mouth.
“I’ve wanted this for a long time, Ann,” he said softly.
“So have I,” she admitted, kissing him. She slid her knees further up to rest high on his hips.
He continued to push into her, the feeling of his body inside hers making her exhale noisily. The glorious stretch turned into a dull ache, her body not used to his size. Without needing to be told, he paused before backing back out, letting her relax for a moment.
The man was a sex magician. He knew what she needed, how hard she needed it, and when, without her ever having to open her mouth. Or, more correctly, without her having to break from moaning like a ghost in an attic.
After a moment of just kissing, his hips rocked forward again, making it halfway this time before her body screeched for him to stop. He backed off again, the kiss turning languid, before working in farther, and a little more, never pushing too much. Never rushing. He had more control than anyone she’d ever heard of.
Before the final
plunge, he grabbed her hands and gently moved them up, above her head. His fingers threaded into hers. His hips rocked forward, his girth sliding into her, filling her up.
“Mmm.” She squeezed his middle with her thighs, rocking her hips up just that little more to take him completely. To surround his length with her body.
“Gods, you feel good. So tight,” Charles breathed, resting his forehead lightly onto hers. “You have to give me a moment. I’m not… completely in control right now.”
“That’s okay,” she whispered, clenching and releasing him with her body.
“I’ve been so turned on for so long that I’ll only have one shot before I need to recoup. I have to make it count. Which you are making impossible with the… oh, with the muscle gymnastics. Ann. Stop. You’re killing me. Give me a…”
Charles flexed, bearing down on her, pushing her body deeper into the mattress. His breathing became labored, struggling for control.
“Just let go,” Ann murmured, rocking against him as much as she could, contracting her inner muscles. Even without a lot of movement, he was so big, filling her up to capacity that her body was already winding tighter.
“This is… supposed to be slow… and steady…” he panted, squeezing her hands.
“I want you, Charles,” Ann purred, eyes closed, milking his girth. “Please, Charles,” she whispered breathily into his ear.
“Ah gawds you’re so damn sexy—”
The dam burst. He pulled back before thrusting into her, slamming against her body. She gasped.
He withdrew again before thrusting, ripping a moan from her throat. He pulled out, and this time she rocked up as he bore down, his hard slide rubbing just right.
“Oh God,” she moaned, approaching the edge again. Her hips swung up savagely as he crashed down, their rhythm frantic and wild, straining toward each other. The bed squeaked from his rhythmic thrusts. Their hands gripped each other in a desperate hold.
“Oh Ann—Gods Ann. Are you close? At all?”
At that place where reality and time didn’t exist, ruled by sensation, Ann could only nod helplessly as her body braced on the edge of the largest cliff yet. She reveled in his body sliding against hers, slippery and wet from their exertions. His lips trailing down her neck, soft despite his hard thrusts and she felt his movement inside her, filling her in a way no one else ever had. He squeezed out sensations she hadn’t even imagined a person could feel.
Something pinched at her neck, a sharp pain that made her suck in her breath. A deep pull reached down through the very core of her, tied directly to her sex. Unbelievable bliss spread throughout her body as the pull happened again, yanking a whimper of unparalleled delight from her lips. Her mouth dropped open as her mind detached from her body, floating somewhere on a sea of ecstasy that could not have been real. It was so raw and pure.
Her mouth rounded into an “O” as one more pull yanked at her, stealing her breath. For one stomach churning moment, she teetered on the edge of stinging anguish, her body so tightly wound it hurt.
“Oh!” The wave broke, sucking her under. An orgasm so intense she utterly blacked out. She might’ve screamed, or begged, or cried—she had no idea. All she felt was Charles’ body quaking, his hands holding hers, and him inside of her. All she heard was him calling her name as he climaxed. All she knew was him.
Chapter Four
All the strength left Charles as he collapsed on top of Ann. He was twice her size and probably three times her weight with the muscle ratio, and yet, he couldn’t move to get off of her. His limbs were jello.
He’d been with females for entire days at a time who had made him climax three and four times, each more extreme than the last, building on each other. None of them, not one, had ever been this extreme. They’d never taken him this high, or made him lose control this readily.
Charles wasn’t sure he liked it. Yes, it felt fucking amazing, but a male shouldn’t lose control like that. He’d taken her blood without asking, for cripes-sakes. That would probably come back to bite him.
He licked his lips languidly, tasting the sweet blood on his lips. Another zing from that magical elixir fired within him.
He’d never heard of anyone taking blood from a shifter. He had no idea it would be so different. So… weird.
It was freaking exhilarating, if he was being honest. It fired through his body, giving him impressions of dense wood, wildness, and raw senses. It played off his predatory nature.
He could get addicted to her blood.
Reluctantly he rolled to the side so he was mostly off of her body. She didn’t so much as twitch. If he hadn’t been able to see the amazing display of her breasts rising and falling, he’d think she was dead.
Fuck, that was a good lay.
He should really get up and go to the guest room reserved for him. His job here was done.
Except, she smelled really good, and her presence was pleasing. They’d been on enough excursions and missions with Sasha that they knew each other really well. It made things between them… easy. Comfortable. But, he was so tired.
That was the nice thing about doing a friend—he didn’t have to worry about her getting the wrong idea. They could cuddle without it becoming a big deal.
Charles snuggled up beside her, not bothering to pull the blankets over them. He was too tired.
And they’d definitely be doing this again. With sex this good, this was the start of a friends-with-benefits arrangement. She’d ended his streak of boredom and there was no way he was going to let that go even if she wanted to be prudish. Out of the question.
Charles sighed in contentment as he hugged her close and fell deeply asleep.
* * *
The next evening Charles awoke to a warm body and the smell of bacon. He was still wrapped around Ann, spooning her from behind, the blankets still beneath them. He hadn’t woken up once during the day.
Huh.
That was unusual when he shared a sleeping space with someone.
As morning wood stiffened his member, he ran his lips down Ann’s neck, breathing in her sweet elixir of the wilds and female. Great gods she smells good.
He ran his hand up the front of her, cupping a firm breast and smiling when her nipple constricted, poking his palm. He should really get up and make sure everything was ready for them to leave in a few hours, but…
He sucked in the skin over the beating pulse in her neck as he reached between her thighs. As his middle finger parted her folds, she gave a soft moan, spreading her legs. He dipped his finger into her, loving the immediate wetness from his touch. Without delay, he grabbed his dick by the base and aimed his tip at her opening, rubbing to spread her slickness.
“Oh…” she sighed, pushing her butt into his groin before lifting a leg and reaching it back to hook behind him.
In other words, get to it.
He slid into her tightness, his breath leaving his lungs in a sudden exhalation. Just like the night before, the urgency came on him. He couldn’t keep a slow pace without losing his mind. Everything in him said to pump as hard and fast as he could, filling her completely and making her his.
A blast of fear burst through him with that feeling, but was quickly overshadowed with pleasure. He moved his fingers over her nub in fast circles as he thrust. He groaned as he pulled out and thrust again, harder this time. He needed her. Had to have her.
Thought fled. Control followed.
He rolled onto her and pulled back on her hips, propping her up doggy-style so he could take her harder. So he could completely dominate her.
Hands clutching her smooth hips, noticing her fingers curl into the sheets as she held on, he pumped into her, as deep as he could go. Harder now, crashing down as he pulled her hips back, taking her.
“Oh Charles, please,” she begged. She dug her head into the pillow while clutching harder at the sheets, submitting to his desires.
A thrill went through him, like closing in on a kill. Or claiming a female.
He pulled her up by her hair, loving the sweet moan that escaped her lips. He licked down her neck until he found her pulse, and then cut a small opening with his teeth. As hot blood tumbled over his tongue, he sucked in deep, the sensation of dominance growing. Overcoming him. Stealing his breath.
“Oh, holy—” Ann cut off, her fingers clutching his thighs now.
The thrill of wildness washed through his senses once again, just like the night before. Stalking prey, battling, and the glory of victory had his eyes fluttering. The base of his cock tingled and his gut tightened.
He barely stopped himself from taking a second pull from her vein. If he kept at it, he’d bleed her dry.
He wrapped his arms around her chest, squeezing her into him as he thrust wildly, needing more. Needing everything.
Fear flooded through him once again. He’d sworn he wouldn’t reduce his options by committing to one female. That wasn’t what his culture did. They remained open and available.
Fighting his own desires, desperate not to give in, he clung onto her, pressing his face into her sweet smelling neck. He pumped harder, his breath ragged, his instincts screaming at him to give her blood and initiate a link.
“How close?” he begged Ann. “I need to finish.”
Ann reached down and touched herself, working up more sensation.
“Oh gods,” Charles groaned, the act of a prudish girl touching herself sending him over the edge.
Another catastrophic orgasm crashed over him, dragging him under. Her interior muscles started firing a moment later, squeezing and pulling and milking him in an impossibly tight grip. She moaned, shuddering in his arms. He shook with her as he pumped her full of his essence.
Another longing accosted him. One of procreation. Of creating a piece of himself for the next generation. He desperately wanted to get her pregnant.
