Healing Cathy

by Kasey Belle

  He drank his fill, bringing her down from her high and then taking her back up. He finally took pity on her when she begged him to stop. He watched her body deflate, inch by inch, as he eased her down from her a final time.

  A dreamy sated smile lifted her lips. He held himself over her. She sighed as he pressed slowly into her and gripped the small of his back with her calves.

  “Paul,” she reverently whispered his name.

  His cock slipped further into her pussy and her eyelids lifted slowly.

  “You were right, Paul that was awesome, even better than last night and I didn’t think that was possible.”

  “I’m always right, get used to it.”

  She smacked his bicep, but ruined the reprimand when she smiled.

  He thrust into her. He pumped in and out. She grunted with each of his thrusts. Her breasts bounced beneath him, his mouth watered. He bent to latch on to one of her nipples. Cathy threw her head back. His balls tightened with every penetration and slapped against her ass. He put a hand under her head, grasped her hair, and tilted her head to expose her neck.

  He stilled and asked, “Will you let me make you mine? Will you let me bite you and claim you, here and now, mate?”

  Paul didn’t move, didn’t breathe, as he waited for her answer. She nodded, but he needed, to hear the words.

  “You have to speak the words out loud, kitten, or the Fates will not bless our mating.”

  “Yes.” She cleared her throat. “Yes, I want to be your mate. I want you to claim me. I-I love you.”

  His heart soared at those last three words. She loved him. His wolf howled. “Oh, mate, my sweet kitten, I love you more than I could ever express.”

  He leaned forward, licked the space between her neck and shoulder, and spoke the oath that had been passed down from generation to generation. “I will cherish you, protect you, and honor you above all. I will cherish, protect, and love the cubs we are blessed with. I am your mate. You belong to me as I belong to you. It is a circle that cannot be broken, not by man, by death, or by time.”

  He began to pump in and out of her, again. Increasing his speed until he bumped her cervix with every thrust, knowing she’d like the sensation. She moaned and dug her nails into his back.

  His wolf came forward and growled, “Mine! My mate, mine!”

  With one final thrust, he coated her sheath with spurt after spurt of his come, and sank his teeth into her soft skin, marking her. Cathy screamed out his name as she came. He laved the small cuts with his tongue, using the healing properties found in his saliva to close the wounds. Once healed, a very faint mark would remain, announcing to the world that she was his. He kept his face buried against her neck and wrapped his arms around her body, but made sure he kept his weight on his elbows.

  “I love you, kitten.”

  She sighed blissfully. “I love you, too, Sheriff.”

  He rolled off, disengaging himself when he wanted to stay buried in her forever, and lay on his side next to her. He inhaled, their mingled scents permeated the air. He propped his head in his hand. She was absolutely the most beautiful thing on the planet. He linked his fingers through hers.

  “You okay?”

  “Mmm.”

  He waited for her to say more, and it alarmed him when she didn’t. Then her breathing evened out. He shook his head and smiled. She passed out on him. She was sound asleep, dead to the world.

  His wolf preened. “We loved her until she passed out.”

  He didn’t want to move, actually he wanted to pass out, too, but he had a responsibility to see to her comfort. She was coated with their combined juices, and it made him feel like a fucking god to see his come mixed with hers. However, she wouldn’t appreciate waking up with all that dried to her skin.

  He eased off the bed and headed to the bathroom. In the bathroom he ran a washcloth under warm water, then went back to her. Cathy never moved as he wiped away both of their come from her inner thighs and still swollen pussy. Paul looked down at his mate. She had a beautiful body, curvy and lush. Her nipples stood in stiff peaks atop her perfect, ample breasts. He ached with the need to suck one of those perfect berries into his mouth. He wanted to mark her there the same way he had her shoulder, but wasn’t sure how receptive she would be to that idea. In due time, he thought. With his fingertip, he lightly traced the bite mark that claimed her as his forever.

  He’d claimed her by introducing his DNA into her bloodstream and her womb. She was his, and he’d never felt more proud, not to mention happy and content. Catherine Celeste O’Brien, with her fiery hair and dangerous curves, was loving, feisty, stubborn, and all his. He didn’t bother fighting the smug smile of satisfaction, brought on by that thought. They would be together for all eternity.

  He felt disgusted with himself when he realized that while he had been standing there admiring his mate, he’d been idly stroking his quickly hardening cock. His mate was practically comatose, and he wanted to fuck her again. Before he ended up taking her again, he jerked his hand off his dick and climbed in the bed beside her. He pulled her into his arms and turned her so that her back was to his chest. He pulled the blanket over them hiding her body from his view. His erection was nestled between the cheeks of her sweet tush. He ground his teeth when she wiggled all that lusciousness against his leaking shaft.

  “She’s practically begging us to take her again.”

  “Shut up. She is not.”

  “Her subconscious is,” his wolf taunted.

  He growled, closed his eyes, and buried his face in her hair. As he inhaled her scent, he willed his wolf and his cock into submission, for now.

  Chapter 23

  Paul woke up with a face full of glorious red hair. They had fallen asleep for the final time around four. He looked over at the clock. Four hours of sleep that was a record for them. He grinned. This was the first time he had ever woken up with a woman. It had been a long time since Paul had a first time. He was glad he could say Cathy was his first, last, and only. Every morning from here on out, he would wake with her in his arms. Cathy’s back to his front, her soft, luscious ass snuggled up his hard cock, and his face buried in her hair, breathing in her scent.

  He stifled a groan when she shifted against his crotch. He flexed his hips on instinct allowing his cock to slide up and down between her cheeks. He had so many fantasies about taking her ass. Cathy wasn’t ready for that, yet. It was something they needed to discuss. He prayed to the Fates that she would be receptive to the idea. Paul would make it so fucking good for her. He would prepare her, stretch her with his finger and with plugs.

  Cathy wiggled her butt against him in invitation and he swatted it. “Behave, Mate. You need rest.”

  She glanced back at him. “You started it. You’re the one rubbing up on me. I was just returning the favor.”

  He playfully growled into her neck, biting his mating mark, making her squeal and giggle. He could listen to that sound all day. Cathy experienced enough pain, fear, and sadness in her life. Hell, she had enough for a hundred lifetimes and if he had his way, she would never experience any of those ever again. Unrealistic? Maybe, but a wolf could dream.

  She yawned. “What time is it?”

  “Eight.”

  She let out a little whiny groan. “I need to get up and shower, but I don’t want to.”

  “How about we shower together?”

  Cathy looked back at him with a cocked eyebrow. “Is that code for shower sex?”

  “No. If we were going to have shower sex, I would come right out and tell you. I will not take you again so soon. I was too greedy last night. I’m sure you’re sore.”

  He nipped at her lower lip when she poked it out in a pout.

  “I’m not sore, not really.”

  “Not really, implies that you are sore. You will wait, kitten. Trust me, it’s not easy for me either. Besides, we need to leave the house so we can talk to Luke. If my cock goes anywhere near your pussy, we won’t make it out of here
before noon.”

  “Fine.” She sighed. “A plain old boring shower it is then.”

  Cathy rolled out of his arms and climbed out of bed. His wolf did a happy dance when she didn’t bother to cover all that gorgeous skin as she headed to the bathroom. She turned to him, mischief dancing in her eyes.

  “Last one in the shower washes my hair.”

  He waited until he heard the water turn on before slowly making his way to the shower. The joke was on her. He planned to not only wash her hair, but her entire body. Pampering her and taking care of her was part of his job as her mate and her Dom.

  He stepped into the tile and glass enclosure. Paul couldn’t help but stare at his mate. She was a vision standing under one of the overhead rainfall fixtures with her head tilted back, eyes closed, and water cascading through her hair and down her back. He took advantage of the position and cupped her breasts. He placed open-mouthed kisses on her jaw and down her neck.

  “Mm, that feels good. But, I thought you said we weren’t having shower sex.”

  “This isn’t sex.” He bit down on his mating mark and pulled and pinched her nipples.

  “It leads to sex.”

  He dropped his hands and stood back. She opened her eyes and growled at him. He didn’t bother to hide his amusement. “Eventually. Turn around, kitten.”

  Cathy glared at him, but did as she was told. Paul squeezed shampoo into his palm and rubbed his hands together. He massaged the shampoo into her scalp gathering her hair a little at a time with each pass. His mate was a very tactile creature. She loved to be touched and caressed. He certainly had no problem with that part of her personality since he loved to touch and caress her.

  “My god, that feels so awesome. You know if the law enforcement thing doesn’t work out, you could shampoo hair for a living. No, wait you can’t. I would be your only client and we would starve.”

  He chuckled. Paul turned her, kissed her up turned lips, and helped her rinse the soap from her hair. “Then I guess I will have to remain Sheriff, but I don’t mind being your full time shampoo boy, on the side.”

  Paul pulled her forward a bit, so the water only ran down her back, and grabbed the body wash. He squirted a liberal amount in his palm, rubbed his hands together, and worked up a rich lather. He wiggled his eyebrows comically, “We might need to reconsider my title, since I don’t plan on stopping at your hair. Time to get you clean, kitten.”

  Cathy groaned in pleasure when Paul used his hands to wash her breasts. The sensation of his caresses making her nipples peak. When he smoothed his hands down over her stomach and then lower over her bare mound, she sighed. Paul worked his hand between her legs. Unable to resist, he moved his fingers back and forth across her slit and dipped his fingers into her opening. Fuck, she’s wet. He removed his hand and her hips followed in an attempt to capture his touch. Paul swatted her hip. “None of that, mate.”

  “But I want you, now.”

  “You will wait. The waiting will make it better. You need to rest or you won’t be able to walk later.”

  She looked up at him coyly and said in that husky come-hither way of hers, “Walking is overrated.”

  “Later, kitten.”

  “Okay. It’s my turn, anyway.”

  He didn’t understand what she meant until she reached for the body wash. Fuck him sideways. Paul couldn’t deny her when she looked at him with beguiling, eager eyes. He thought, he also saw a bit of vengeance in them. Son of a bitch. He braced himself, payback was a bitch, and he only had himself to blame.

  He reveled in the feeling of her wet, soap-slicked hands on his skin. Paul fisted his hands at his sides to keep himself from grabbing her, pushing her against the wall, and burying himself inside her hot, wet pussy. Allowing her to wash him was a hard fought lesson in self-control. He would never survive. His cock was hard and leaking and she hadn’t even made it past his shoulders yet.

  He hissed when she rubbed her palms over his nipples. The sensitive nubs peeked under her soft touch. His abdominal muscles jumped when she traced his eight-pack with her finger tips. Paul grit his teeth. She was killing him. Cathy knelt before him and continued her torturous journey down his thighs, to his calves, and ending at his feet. She worked her way back up. His eyes rolled back when she wrapped her hand around his shaft.

  “Fuck.”

  She washed his cock and balls with slow sure strokes. He groaned in protest when her hands left his body and she leaned to the side to allow the water to rinse him clean. She peered up at him, looked at his cock, and licked her lips. His penis bobbed against his abdomen in time with his heartbeat. It stared up at him as if to say, what are you waiting for?

  She straightened up, rising higher on her knees, and put her hands on his hips.

  “Do you mind?”

  She was kidding right? Mind? He might expire if she didn’t. “Mind? Hell, no. But, you don’t have to, kitten.”

  “I know I don’t have to. I want to. Will you show me how to please you?”

  He wanted to, really he did, but he wouldn’t. He knew what Bud had done to her. How he brutally “taught” her to please him. Paul had no doubt Bud used the same tactic when it came to blow jobs. He wanted her to have this moment, to own it. “There is nothing you could do that wouldn’t please me. I want you to follow your instincts. Do what feels right, to you.”

  “But what if I do it wrong?”

  “That’s not even possible.” He used his hand to brace himself against the tile. “Go ahead, kitten, do your worst. I am at mercy.”

  She smirked up at him. She leaned and ran her nose along the junction between his hip and groin. “You smell so good, Paul, so mouthwateringly good.”

  He made a conscious effort not to touch her. He wanted to bury his hands in her hair and direct her to surround his cock with her soft, plump lips. The only thing stopping him from doing so was fear. He was afraid he would plunge her into memories that had no business in this moment. Paul would not allow William “Bud” Latimer to interfere with what was about to be the best and most torturous blow job of his life.

  Cathy opened her mouth and used her tongue to trace the skin from his hip to his scrotum. She laved his sack with her soft wet appendage before sucking a sensitive orb into her mouth. He felt the tingling start at the base of his spine and he clamped down on his impending orgasm. He was not going to down like that. He was a grown man not a teenage boy. He had better control than that. He was a Dom for fuck’s sake.

  She released him from her mouth with a pop. Using her tongue once again, she traced the vein on the underside of cock to his leaking slit. Cathy hummed her enjoyment when she lapped up the pre-cum and tasted him. His eyes rolled back when she finally took the angry purple head of his dick into her mouth and slowly sucked him to the back of her throat. The sound of her gagging brought him back to reality, and he stopped her.

  “Don’t.”

  She looked up at him with sad disappointed eyes. He knew the disappointment was aimed inward and not at him. She thought she had failed her self-appointed task.

  He caressed her cheek and smiled. “Forget everything you were taught. You were doing great until you tried too hard. If you want me to teach you how to deep throat without gagging, I will, but not tonight. Take only as much as you can and use your hand for the rest.” Paul let his hand fall to his side. He nodded encouraging her to continue.

  ****

  And continue she did. Cathy couldn’t believe she had even offered to do this in the first place. But for some inexplicable reason she wanted to taste Paul. She swore after her time with Bud that she would never, ever give a man oral sex. The thought of it was, or had been, repulsive. Yet when she was on her knees washing him, bypassing his straining erection to tease him, all she could think about was taking him in her mouth, of tasting him, of pleasing him. So, in a moment of courage, she asked for what she wanted. Okay, she hadn’t come right out and asked per se, but asking if he minded was close enough.

  She co
uld and would endure the pain and lack of oxygen for him. She hated it with Bud because he was brutal. However, she knew Paul would make the experience worth it. It shocked her when he told her to do as she pleased. It had also completely terrified her. She wasn’t making idle conversation when she asked, what if she was terrible at it? She had absolutely no clue what she was doing, so she did what any normal red-blooded woman would do. She acted out a scene from one of her romance novels.

  She leaned in, intending to lay tender kisses on his groin, then she caught his scent. It was so much stronger near his groin than his neck. She couldn’t resist breathing him in. Of course, then that delicious smell made her want to taste him. His quiet curses and groans spurred her on. She felt so powerful when she peered up at him and saw he had his head thrown back, eyes closed, and was completely lost in utter bliss. Then she had to go and gag. She thought she ruined the moment. When she looked at Paul she expected disappointment and anger because that was how she felt. Instead she saw only encouragement and love. His gentle understanding brought tears to her eyes.

  She closed her eyes, letting everything fall away. Forgetting everything, she learned from the bastard, everything she ever read, and focused on Paul. She took his advice and wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft and took him into her mouth once again. Cathy took him as deep as she could without hitting the back of her throat, which would surely set off her sensitive gag reflex, again. She used her tongue on the underside of his cock as she pulled off. He moaned particularly loud when she caressed a spot below the head, so she did it again.

  “Fuck, kitten, that feels good. Oh, yeah, do that again.”

  She grew bolder in her ministrations. It was amazing how such a small act instilled such strength and pride. He continued to moan and praise her. He began to run his fingers through her hair. She wasn’t even sure he was aware of it since he had been so careful not to touch her in the beginning. Cathy knew he had been afraid to frighten her, but he shouldn’t have worried. She didn’t fear Paul nor his touch.