Pleasure Cruise Trilogy (Box Set)

by Michelle M. Pillow

  Winter arched an eyebrow. “Really? That’s an awfully big promise. You sure you’re,” she glanced down at his navy shorts, “up for it?”

  “Sugar, I’ll have my dick up your cunt so far that you’ll swear you can taste it.”

  Winter swallowed hard, feeling more and more uneasy. “What will your buddies do? Will they watch us?”

  “If that’s what gets you off. But I’m guessing they’ll want to fuck you, too. Have you ever been fucked by multiple men?”

  “I’ve done two men and two chicks at the same time.”

  The man looked a bit surprised. “You like pussy too?”

  Winter chuckled nervously. “Who doesn’t?”

  The blond looked over her head at all of his buddies. “We might want to keep this human a while. She sounds like she’ll be fun as hell to fuck. What do you say? I’m calling dibs on that cunt.” He took a deep breath. “Smell that, like honey and cream. I might even eat this one out. Look at those full lips. I bet she can suck a man into a coma.”

  “Not quite,” Winter said, more than a little nervous. She never got nervous talking about sex. “Though recently I learned I could make them fall to their knees.”

  The man looked puzzled. “So, who wants to screw her tight little ass first?”

  “That would be me. And as far as you having dibs on her cunt, my guess is you’ll want to think twice about that.”

  The sound of Christian’s booming voice chased some of the fear from Winter. The menacing look that passed over the blond’s face worried her. “I think I should be going now. Thanks, though, guys.”

  The blond caught hold of her arm and held it tight. Winter winched as pain shot through it. The harder she tried to wriggle out of his grip, the tighter the man’s grip got. “Ouch! Stop that.”

  * * *

  Christian wanted to shift into panther form and tear the man’s head off. Not wishing to scare Winter, he settled for attacking in human form. In an instant, he had himself wedged between Winter and the man. He snatched the man’s wrist from her upper arm and snapped it easily. It popped and cracked a few times, leaving Christian partially satisfied. Though killing the filthy bunch of were-platypuses would have been his first choice. What the creatures lacked in shifted toughness, they made up for in being assholes.

  The blond’s eyes shifted to yellow and Christian laughed, letting his own swirl to violet. Obviously shocked, the man backed away. He was smarter than he looked. Pity. Christian would’ve enjoyed teaching him a lesson.

  Christian sensed another one of the were-platypus’s crew moving up fast behind him. Spinning around, he saw the other man grab for Winter’s arm. He moved to strike, only to find his assistance was not required. Shocked, he stood as Winter brought her other hand around in a low circle, slamming into the hand the man held her with. She seized hold of the man’s hand and twisted it fast. When he bent forward, he let go of her wrist and she used the now free arm to slam down into the back of his elbow. He dropped to the ground with Winter’s tiny body riding him down. Her knees pressed into the back of his arm as he lay flat on the deck.

  Christian tensed as she looked impishly up at him, her blue eyes serious and bright. “Don’t you just hate it when that happens? I really should have brought that Pepper Spray 3000 Anna gave me but I’m not sure how bad it is for the environment.”

  An overwhelming amount of pride swelled in him and before he knew it, he was smiling back at her. Then the reality of the situation came crashing in and he wiped his face of all emotion. “What did you think you were doing? Did approaching a group of strange men not seem dangerous to you? If you had any idea of what these men are capable of, you’d not have left your cabin! Are all human women as stubborn as you?”

  “Human? Okay, Mars-boy, do you think you could stop rambling long enough to handle this jackass for me? My legs are getting tired and I really don’t like performing acts of violence. It’s not good for my ch’i.”

  Christian cursed himself. He’d been so caught up in his mate being in harm’s way that he’d left her pinning the man to the floor. Quickly, he moved and ripped the man off the floor by his hair. Staring into his pale gray eyes, Christian smiled menacingly. “Be sure to stay away from my mate.”

  The second the word mate passed through his lips, the man’s eyes widened.

  “We… we… er… didn’t know she was your mate. I swear!”

  The man reeked of fear and urine. Not wanting either on him, Christian dropped the were-platypus and grabbed hold of Winter. “Come.”

  “I’m not a dog,” Winter protested.

  “I realize that. Dogs are more obedient to their masters. Now move!”

  She stood her ground, refusing to budge, and Christian refused to hurt her. Having had enough of her shenanigans, he bent down and flipped her over his shoulder. The tiny yelp she let out made his already raging cock twitch. He marched toward the stateroom, carrying her easily. Winter screeched and flailed madly as she tried to push up. Christian’s upper body strength was such that he didn’t even flinch. When he reached the door, he set her down. She huffed and hurried to slam the door in his face. Her scent was in his head as he moved to follow her. He knew he couldn’t leave things as they were between them. He should never have pulled away from her but he’d been too embarrassed and needed to regain control of his body so he could show her a proper good time.

  Christian had been unable to move when he watched her approach the group of men. The smell of her arousal permeated the air and any supernatural onboard would have picked up on it. He had almost thrown in the towel and walked away from Winter when she touched the blond. If he hadn’t sensed her hesitation, her concern not for herself but for someone else, he’d have denied she was his true mate and petitioned the Powers That Be to reevaluate his situation.

  The moment he smelled her fear, Christian had decided to take back what was his. Maybe his mate just needed a demonstration of his seriousness. Listening to the men planning all the ways they’d fuck Winter didn’t just sicken him, it damn near blinded him with rage. They talked of claiming her ass, her cunt, her… No! His would be the only cock that ever entered Winter.

  What? You don’t want to be tied to a human. You should have let her go with them.

  Mentally scolding himself for almost giving in to an eternity with a human, Christian felt another ripple of anger move through him. He focused and found her standing on the bed near the headboard as she leaned over to see out the high porthole window. “What in the hell were you thinking, woman?”

  “My name is Winter—oh, look at the way the sun reflects off the ocean.” She shifted again to look out the porthole. Her green skirt was caught on the headboard of the bed as she stood on the mattress, showing him the full extent of her toned legs. He got a hard-on just staring at her bikini-clad ass beneath the skirt. It took all his willpower not to slam her up against the wall and fuck the hell out of her. He wanted to be in her—sample her pussy, her ass, all she had to offer. The need was so intense it left him clenching his fists, fighting a full-on shift into panther form. There were many reasons to avoid shifting during sex. The most important when it came to Winter would be the very real possibility of harming her. She wasn’t made to withstand that. Clearly, having fallen to his knees from nothing more than her lips on his cock, he no longer needed a shift during sex. He only needed Winter.

  Stop thinking like that. You are a Badau!

  “You didn’t answer my question. What were you thinking, doing that?” he asked, clearing his throat to stop himself from begging her to never put herself in harm’s way. He would never beg a woman—human or not.

  She let loose a long cry. At first, he thought she was so angry she couldn’t talk. He couldn’t have been more wrong. Winter began jumping up and down on the bed, her breasts jiggling with each jarred bounce to draw his attention. The act left his cock raging hard, demanding to be set free of the confines of his pants. It wanted to claim her ass as much as Christian did. At the
rate his mind and his cock were going, Winter would be his wife within the hour. He needed distance.

  Yes, that’s it. I’ll go for a walk. Clear my head of her.

  “Come here. Look, look, look! There’s a group of dolphins swimming next to us. Ohmygod, I haven’t seen dolphins in years. Look, Christian. They’re beautiful.”

  Thoughts of leaving diminished the moment his name fell from her lush lips. Her excitement was genuine as was her desire to share the moment with him. Being a supernatural had many perks, but always sensing someone’s true feelings wasn’t one of them. He couldn’t deny her and at the moment, he loathed that part of himself. “Are you mad, woman? I’m yelling at you for damn near getting yourself killed and you are babbling on about dolphins.”

  “Uh-huh.” She sighed dreamily as she gazed out the porthole. “I’m a huge animal lover.”

  Realizing his mate obviously was touched in the head, he played along. Besides, it gave him an excuse to go near her. Slowly he stalked across the room, watching the curve of her ass beneath her skirt. “Really, and what types of animals do you like?”

  “Well, dolphins, monkeys, horses and llamas. But my favorites are panthers. I’ve always been fascinated by them. There was this one black panther at the zoo near my house that I’d visit several times a week. He was old but he was so beautiful, so striking. I’d lose myself for hours, watching him lie in the shade.”

  That her favorite animal was a panther wasn’t lost on him. He filed it away for later use. If he did happen to decide she was worthy of him, he might need to use that little fact to help break the news of what he was. Of course, the chances of him finding any human worthy of his love were slim. Winter was certainly different than any human female he’d encountered before but that didn’t instantly make her worthy of being his mate.

  Yet she is.

  He sighed, damning his thoughts.

  “I wasn’t in danger.” Winter’s mood changed quickly, growing somber. “I’m capable of taking care of myself.”

  Christian actually felt guilt wash over him. “I was concerned for you.”

  There, I said it.

  Her mood didn’t change.

  “Winter?” he insisted.

  “Do you think we’ll get to see more dolphins on the trip, Christian?” she asked, suddenly sounding so much younger than her age.

  He stilled. “Wait, you’re not angry with me for shouting at you?”

  “What? Oh sure. I guess I am a little but I kind of just wanted to see the dolphins. Don’t you ever just want to run free, feel the wind on your face, the sunshine warming your skin? I’m envious of every animal that exists. They’ve learned to fully embrace nature.”

  A slight smile played across his face. Winter was certainly unlike any human he’d encountered before. Just when he thought his selected mate was tough as nails, she showed him a softer side. She slipped a bit against the headboard and he seized hold of her, his hand accidentally slapping her ass in the process. At the sound of flesh hitting flesh, Christian cringed. Hurting her wasn’t an option. He rubbed the area he’d smacked gently.

  “Winter, I’m…”

  She wiggled and the smell of her cream filled his head. It was intoxicating. She let loose a long, soft sigh. Her body turned to him as she stood on the mattress, not trying to escape. He continued to rub her ass cheek.

  “Mm, that’s it, Christian,” she purred. “I was a bad girl, wasn’t I?”

  She wanted to be spanked?

  His cock throbbed painfully, digging into the pants he’d tossed on before so he could go after her. Unable to help himself, Christian spanked Winter once more, testing her resolve while he made sure to strike the fleshy part of her ass. She yelped and then moaned, grinding against him. The smell of her sex again surged over him. “Yes, you were very bad. Do not disobey me again, mate.”

  Mate?

  Winter wiggled more and a sultry laugh escaped her, chasing away his concern for saying aloud that she was his mate. She slinked down on the bed until she was on her hands and knees. Slowly, she turned, facing her ass toward him. “I’m all yours. Punish me as you wish, mate.”

  Hearing her echo what he had called her left Christian’s beast threatening to break free. It wanted the reality of the word. It wanted Winter as its mate. A bit of his resolve slipped away.

  Sliding his hand up under her green wrap, Christian rubbed the hot spot on her ass cheek. As his fingers skated over her smooth flesh, he found it impossible to stop. He went one step further, easing his fingers under her bikini bottoms. Already she was wet, slick and the sweet lure of her cream-soaked cleft called to him on a primal level.

  “Please. More.”

  As she shoved her ass toward him, attempting to ram his fingers into her, Christian chuckled. “Patience, little human.”

  “Patience?” She tried to break free of his grip but he tightened his hold, forcing her to settle right where she was.

  “I will fuck your sweet pussy and tight ass soon. For now you will take your punishment and in the end, you will know to never go against my wishes again.”

  She let out a soft laugh. “I could always go try to find those guys again.”

  Her tone was light, yet her words could have sent his beast side into a frenzy. To his surprise, rage never entered the equation. Thoughts of tying her to the bed while he nipped playfully at every square inch of her body did. He slapped her ass once more, carefully massaging away the sting.

  Winter moaned and drew in a sharp breath. “If I beg, will you fuck me?”

  “Perhaps, but first we meet with my brother and his mate for dinner. We have reservations in a half hour.”

  “What? No. Please. You can’t leave me like this. I need—”

  “Consider it part of your punishment.”

  More like my punishment but I cannot reward her for disobeying me.

  “I need you in me, Christian. I need you ramming your cock so deep in me that I lose track of everything but us.” She sighed, wiggling her body in temptation. “You need it too. I sensed it in you earlier when you stormed off to the bathroom. You need me, like I need you.”

  As much as he hated to admit it, Winter was right. Christian ran his finger along the cleft of her ass and smiled as he found it slick with moisture. Oh, she was certainly wet for him. He teased the rim of her anus before moving down and pressing through her slit. Winter ground against his hand, driving his finger into her tight cunt. She gasped, as did he.

  She would be so tight wrapped around his cock that he knew if he entered her, he’d come quicker than he wanted to. Something about Winter left Christian feeling like a randy schoolboy.

  He finger-fucked her as he stood beside the bed. Winter arched back, lifting her arms over her head, his finger still buried in her. She wiggled back and forth before eagerly turning around to face him. His finger slipped from her pussy. She ran her hands through his hair, undoing his tie and setting it free. Christian let out a low roar from the back of his throat and found himself lifting her to stand before him and positioning her so her pussy was before his face.

  The smell of her cream surrounded him and he shoved his fingers back inside her. She massaged his head, running her hands through his hair as she ground herself not only on his finger but against his face. Christian’s teeth lengthened as he lost control and began to shift. Drawing in a deep breath, he managed to prevent a full-out shift, leaving only his teeth long and sharp. He took hold of her bikini bottoms with his now-sharpened teeth and bit through the material, leaving a tiny thatch of dark, trimmed hair exposed to him. He thrust his tongue out, running it over her mound and into her slit. The second his long tongue swept over her clit, Winter cried out, riding his face and hand harder.

  Christian grabbed her and swung her off the bed, easily holding her by her hips as he kept her pussy near his face, deeply breathing in her scent. Her hands dug into his shoulders as he walked with her until he found a wall. Pressing her to it, he dropped to his knees and instan
tly thrust his face into her pussy, continuing his sweet assault. He ate at her, letting her cream coat his tongue and savoring the taste of her. Never before had a woman tasted so incredible to him. He could lick her forever and never tire.

  “So good. So pure,” he murmured. “Like honey and cream.”

  He lifted one of her legs and tossed it over his shoulder and then did the same with the other, encouraging her to wrap her legs around his head. Winter obliged, leaving her pussy spread for him. When he looked up, he saw she’d grabbed hold of the porthole over her head to help support their position. He thrust his tongue into her hot sex and fought the urge to come when the walls of her core contracted around his tongue. He rubbed his face against her, letting his nose hit her clit as he tongue-fucked her.

  Letting go of the porthole, she trusted him enough to hold her weight as she fisted his hair. She pulled him tight to her pussy as she ground against his face. “Yes, oh yes, Christian. Yes. There. I’m going to come.”

  He chuckled into her pussy, doing his best to ignore the fact his cock was on the verge of digging a hole straight through his pants. Winter’s pussy gripped his tongue and began drawing it deeper into her as her inner thighs quivered and her body tightened. She came with a jolt and he lapped up her sweet cream, drinking her down and fighting the urge to bite her inner thigh and claim her as his own.

  Mine. Always mine.

  Christian waited until her orgasm passed before easing her legs down to the floor. She continued to lower her body so she was kneeling with him, their bodies close. The minute she was eye to eye with him, Winter did something no other woman had done with him—she began licking her own cum from his face.

  “Mm, I do taste good,” she said with a twinkle in her blue eyes. She kissed the tip of his nose. While the act itself was a small one, it suggested intimacy, something he wasn’t used to.

  “Yes, you do.”

  She slid her arms around his neck, causing him to sit back as her legs wound around his waist. Christian held her, unsure of a time in his life when he’d had the urge to cuddle a woman. He came up blank. Winter was his first.