by AJ Hampton
She never heard him move. One strong, muscular arm banded around her stomach, pulled her upright when she would have bent to pick up her dress. She drew in a startled breath that was quickly cut off when his other arm cut between her breasts, tightened. Panic welled, and she struggled to free herself.
She would have better luck fighting a bear. Peter brought her back tight to his chest and held her immobile. She wondered if he used even a fraction of his strength to restrain her. Where they touched, heat invaded. His hand slid down her stomach and, from the inside out, set her skin on fire. He rocked his hips, digging the hard length of his cock against her lower back.
She was trapped, as much by apprehension as she was by lust. The element of danger excited her.
Peter’s hand closed around the front of her neck. He loosened his hold, used a finger against her jaw to force her head to the side. Pressing his mouth to her ear, he whispered, “I did not say you could go anywhere.”
“I’m not going to say it, so I might as well leave.” The words, so strong in her head, came out breathless.
“Oh, you’ll stay.” Peter licked her ear, nibbled. “I’m in charge. You won’t leave this room until I’ve tasted every inch of you. Until I’ve fucked your cunt, your ass, until I’ve watched my cum glisten on your skin. You’ll leave when I’m satisfied. You either do what I tell you, or accept your punishment.”
Her womb clenched. “I won’t say it,” she whispered, fought not to arch against him, fought not to moan.
A growl rumbled through his chest, and she knew her defiance turned him on. Peter spun her around in his arms, brought them chest to chest. Where she was soft, he was hard, muscular angles. Behind her back he caught her wrists, pinned them together.
He leaned in, bumped his nose against hers. A hair’s breadth away from her lips, he asked, “How far are you willing to take this? Decide now, because I won’t stop at warm and comfortable. I’ll fuck you hard, fast, make it hurt in the best way possible. I will tie you to my bed and make you beg. I will have your sweet virgin ass. Do you trust me, Eva?”
He pulled away, left her aching for his kiss. He stroked her throat, tightened his hold until she had to fight for each breath. When he looked down at her, a dark lock of his hair swept across his forehead. She swallowed, gaze darting from his eyes to his mouth, and tried not dwell on how devastatingly handsome the possessiveness in his gaze was.
Making her choice, she said, “I accept your punishment.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.” He backed her toward the bed, away from the room’s only exit.
The warm, heavy weight of his cock dug into her stomach. With every step, the coarse hair on his chest teased her sensitive nipples. They hit the bed, and he pushed her onto the mattress.
From on top of the coverlet, Peter picked up a black silk tie. For a moment, she thought of the funeral, the reason he was in town. He’d brought a suit, laid it out on the bed as if he were going to put it on. Thought vanished when he moved onto the bed. Before she could even think about bolting, he straddled her waist. One wrist at a time, he brought her hands over her head and pinned them against the slats of the hand-carved headboard.
“Don’t move.”
Her thunderous heart nearly exploded. How smart was it to trust a complete stranger to tie her up? Common sense reared its ugly head. She knew nothing about bondage except what she’d read in romance novels. Should she trust this man?
“Don’t I get a word to say if things get too...intense?” she asked, hoped she wasn’t making a huge mistake. She wanted this. Wanted to trust him. Wanted him to take everything away. This is what she needed.
One half of his mouth tilted up in a sinful smirk. “Cunt.”
Chapter Four
“Cunt.”
The crude word rolled off Peter’s tongue like silky chocolate. Eva’s jaw tightened. She lifted her head to better glare at the naked man pinning her to the bed. Damn his sexy, arrogant ass. “You are such a prick,” she snarled.
Peter’s smirk turned into a full-blown smile and he lowered his head until their noses brushed. The tip of his tongue flicked the bow of her upper lip, passed a trail of moisture slowly across the bottom one. He spoke against her mouth. “By the time morning rolls around, you’ll have worked up to hating me.”
Instead of closing in for the kiss she lifted to meet, he pulled out of reach. Never letting go of her captured wrists, Peter sat back and studied her stretched out beneath him. Where his molten gaze landed, flesh heated. Arousal pinked her pale skin and colored her nipples a dusky shade of rose. It was all she could do not to squirm under his intense scrutiny.
“I’m going to enjoy this almost as much as you are,” he said, picking up his black tie and running it along her inner thigh.
Her breath caught. The silk was cool and liquid soft. In the fabric’s wake her skin pebbled. Peter teased the tie up her stomach, across an achingly tight nipple. Shivering, she moaned and fought not to beg for more.
She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. Not yet, at least.
“This is part one of your punishment.” As he spoke, he threaded the tie through the slats of the bed and looped it around the wrists he held. The material, once soft and delicate, now tightened almost painfully to bind her. “When I feel you’ve learned your lesson, I’ll untie you.”
Drawing her lip between her teeth, she looked up at him. Eva hoped to hell he couldn’t tell how turned on she was getting. “And part two?” she asked.
With a hand pressed to either side of her head, he bent. The muscles in his arms bulged and sent her heart racing. Lowering, he stopped a mere centimeter from pressing their bodies together. His stomach aligned with hers, close enough for the hair on his body to brush her sensitive flesh. His chest hovered over her aching breasts, but he didn’t close the distance. Heat and electricity mounted. On top of her. She wanted the weight of his body.
“I didn’t say you could speak,” he growled and slanted his mouth over hers in a deep, punishing kiss.
His teeth scraped her lip and forced her mouth open. He pressed his tongue inside, conquered. She could imagine the same rough, wet pressure against her clit, inside her pussy until she came. Oh, yes. Lifting her shoulders from the bed, she pressed her chest against his and moaned into his kiss.
He skimmed a hand down her arm, and then along the side of her breast in a barely-there caress. Callused fingers rounded over her hip, delved between her thighs. She gasped into his mouth. With teasing, deliberate strokes he played in the arousal leaking from her slit.
Peter ripped his mouth away and drew a deep, ragged breath. Hunger danced in his eyes. Just beyond his need, she caught the glimmering sheen of his leopard, separated from the man by a thin veil. He pressed his thumb against her clit and drew a needy cry from her lips. Pleasure spiked, and her hips moved against his hand.
Shaking his head, he withdrew his touch. “Part two. I decide when you climax. If you come before I tell you, there will be another punishment. If you listen, I’ll give you a reward.”
As if to prove his point, he drew his mouth down the center of her body in one open-mouthed kiss. Cool air wafted over the moisture his tongue left, and the sensations of hot and cold rioted through her. He spread her thighs wide and settled himself at her core. He inhaled deeply, his eyes fluttering shut.
“Delicious.”
She pulled at her restraints, desperate to feel his skin beneath her hands and his hair under her fingers. Her breathing sped. The moment he drew the broad, flat surface of his tongue against her clit she stopped struggling. Her body throbbed at the pleasure.
“Oh, God,” she gasped.
His mouth was hot and wet, and so sinfully good. A half growl, half moan emanated from his chest. Peter’s fingers bit into her thighs as he pulled her sex tight against his face and devoured. He scraped his tongue against her clit, sucked.
She came off the bed. A low, feral growl rumbled between them. His hands clamped down on her hips and
pinned her to the mattress, assuring his prey could go nowhere. Arms bound to the bed by silk and her lower half anchored by Peter’s hands, there was nowhere to run. Her body tightened, wavering on the edge of an orgasm so powerful it nearly hurt. He changed strokes, stiffening his tongue and then flicking.
Stars danced behind her eyes. Her muscles clenched with each throbbing beat of pleasure. And then, he stopped.
She opened her eyes and tried to remember how to breathe—hell, how to speak. “Why did you stop?” she hissed.
From between her legs, Peter met her gaze. In the darkness, moisture glistened off his chin. He licked his lips, smirked. “You come when I tell you to come. Did you so easily forget the rules? Do you need another punishment?”
Shaking her head no, she struggled to slow her racing heart. “How can I not come?”
“Trust me.”
He dipped his head and pressed his tongue into her pussy. Sucking, he thrust inside and caressed some magic spot inside that sent her blood racing. She bent her legs at the knee, scraped her foot on the bedspread. Her tied hands fisted around the slats of the headboard. The harder she struggled not to come, the more intense the pleasure became. Darkness wavered. Where instinct demanded she dive head-first into the abyss, she held back.
“Very good,” he murmured against her, his words opening her eyes and drawing her gaze to the sight of him feasting between her thighs.
He was watching her face, head tilted so he didn’t miss her expression. Drawing a finger through her moisture, he pressed deep inside her core and brought her off the bed.
“You’re so tight.” His voice was deep and husky, a sexy rasp that pushed her that much closer to euphoria. “And wet. Fuck, Eva, you taste like peaches and honey dipped in sunshine.” He slid in two fingers. Back and forth against her G-spot, he made a “come hither” gesture with his digits. The pleasure was sharp, instant ecstasy.
Screaming, she writhed and pulled against her bindings. The fact that she was trapped intensified her pleasure. Peter never slowed. Instead, he sucked her clit into his mouth and shook his head back and forth. There was an abrasiveness to his jaw that scraped against her thigh and honed the sensations tightening inside. He added a third finger, twisted and then plunged.
“Come,” he demanded.
She came. Back arched and head thrown back, the orgasm ripped through her nervous system and left every single muscle quivering. “Yes, Peter, oh, God, yes,” she cried.
“Again,” he growled, sank his teeth against her thigh and bit down.
His fingers pushed deep, curved and withdrew. As if he truly were Master of her body, a second climax stole through her. Over and over, he brought her to one orgasm only to throw her into another. She came so many times she lost count. By the time Peter was satisfied with his work, sweat dripped between her breasts and tears of intense pleasure wetted the pillow beneath her head.
She was only half aware of him leaning over the bed, retrieving a condom from his wallet. Rolling the latex over his erection, he crawled up her limp body and gripped her cheeks in one hand. He held tight enough to purse her lips together. His thumb swiped at the tears still running from the corners of her eyes, a surprisingly gentle caress. She never had time to dwell on any building emotion. In the next instant, he pressed the tip of his cock at her entrance and thrust in to the hilt.
The full-body lethargy she’d felt only seconds ago vanished, and she screamed at the welcome invasion.
“Fuck,” he hissed, pulled his erection almost all the way out and then quickly surged forward.
He lowered his body onto hers fully so they touched from groin to chest. Dipping his head, he kissed her long and deep. Her stomach tightened. The muscles deep inside clenched around his cock, drawing a ragged moan from his throat. Never in her life had sexual intimacy been like this. Hot, sweaty, breathless and wild.
“So...fucking...good,” he groaned and brought a hand under her ass to hold her closer against him.
She wrapped her legs around his narrow waist and held him tight. Wrapped in his embrace, nothing in the world mattered except him and her. The retreat of his cock was unhurried, the rolling thrust forward measured. She knew the slow tempo was his attempt to let her get used to the size of him stretching her to capacity.
He nibbled on her collarbone, pressed a kiss against her shoulder. Each thrust came quicker, a little harder. Each plunge sent bolts of sensation to the deepest parts of her. Lifting his torso off hers, he bent and licked an erect nipple. The sensation spiraled. Every rasp of his tongue tightened her stomach and she clenched tighter around his cock. From hyperventilation, dark spots danced in front of her eyes.
“I think I might pass out,” she gasped.
He chuckled, lifted his head from her breast. “Baby, we’re just getting started.”
Peter slammed forward. Her body rocked, and pleasure spun her nerve endings into a tight knot. Her eyes fluttered shut and he did the quick, hard rocking of his hips again. He worked her body with fast, deep stabs, the gentleness of before a distant memory. Good. She didn’t want any reason to grow attached to her stranger.
“You ever fuck a shifter before?” he asked, the edge in his voice razor-sharp.
It took Eva a moment for higher brain function to kick in. Peter mistook her hesitation and stopped pushing into her. He gripped her face, snarled. A dark, dangerous possession filled his eyes. She glimpsed the hazy outline of the leopard pacing inside him. A low-level hum of energy crackled the air.
“Answer me,” he hissed.
At her silence, he threaded his hand through her hair and fisted the curls. He pulled her head until her chin tipped up toward the ceiling. Pain bloomed. The same pinpricks of pain sharpened the rapture of him inside into her body. He tightened his fist and her already erratic breathing faltered.
“No, Peter. Only you,” she finally managed to say.
A satisfied smile curved his lips, and it matched the possessive gleam in his gaze. The man and leopard now one. “Good. You’re mine.”
Proving his words, he pounded into her at a speed not quite human. Their flesh, slick with sweat, slapped together. He let go of her hair only to draw her legs up until the backs of her thighs pressed against the coiling muscles of his stomach and chest. Cupping her ass in one hand, he pressed in deeper than she’d thought possible, as if this was the only time she’d been fucked like she was meant to be. The pleasure honed, zeroing in and then sending out the first tremors of orgasm.
He thrust again, and again. When something brushed against her clit, she realized he held the base of his cock, his hand measuring each thrust. Was this another punishment to keep her from climax or was he holding back? She glanced away from their joined bodies to look at him. Tension held his shoulders stiff. The same tension clenched his jaw and sealed his eyes shut.
She wanted more, wanted all of him.
“Don’t you dare hold back,” she said, the fierce growl in her voice surprising them both.
His lids snapped open. Iridescent eyes the same shade as a glittering emerald stared down at her. Every single leopard she knew had icy blue eyes; everyone except Peter.
“You have no idea what you’re asking for.” He let go of his cock, plunged just a little deeper.
Her breath caught at the immediate pierce of pleasurable pain. He pushed the thick length of his erection all the way in again, slow and deep. She opened for him. Internal contractions milked his cock, pulling him in and seating him so deep he became part of her.
“Oh fuck,” he cursed. “Are you absolutely sure about this, Eva? I don’t want to hurt you.”
She bit her lip, debated on how much to tell him. How could she when she herself wasn’t even sure? “I’m not human. You won’t hurt me. Fuck me, Peter.”
He growled, lifted his lip enough that she could see the sharp point of his feline canines. “For that, I’m not untying you.”
No longer restrained, tension left his body and smoothed the lines on his chiseled
face. Immediately she sensed the calming of his beast. He’d been holding back the entire time. This time, when he pounded inside, the heavy weight of his balls slapped her ass. The tip of his cock hit the mouth of her cervix, pressed deeper.
An unexpected climax stole her breath and blackened her vision. Her body heated, tensed, and muscles spasmed. Wave after wave of pleasure rocketed through her entire being. Peter’s hands tightened on her thighs. He let loose with a feral growl, the sound sending shivers across her arms.
He pushed forward, quickening his thrusts, the glide of his cock in and out seamless. The headboard slammed against the wall. Shuddering, his body tensed. His cock grew impossibly larger, as if the head expanded to notch inside. Like a true feline penis. Shit, was he shifting forms?
Fear capturing her breath, she looked up at him, her panic quickly banished at the sight of his manly face made ten times more handsome in the midst of his climax. The hard ridge of enlarged cock pressed against a spot untouched, rubbed, triggered an orgasm with the force of a tsunami.
Looking in each other’s eyes, they became one, connected on a level that should have scared the hell out of her. Swollen and not able to pull out, Peter kept on fucking her. His shallow thrusts forced her from one orgasm to the next. He threw his head back, exposed the line of his throat and the bulge of his Adam’s apple.
Never had any male specimen been sexier than this stranger.
The tips of his fingers lengthened into claws where he held her hips. Her excitement rocketed. The pleasure was too much, her breath too uneven. Darkness danced in her eyes. Peter had been true to his word. He’d fucked her unconscious. She came one final time, hugging euphoria while oblivion claimed her.
* * * * *
Peter didn’t sleep. Nothing unusual there. Bouts of insomnia had hit at the age of five: the day a hunter had taken one look at his mother in her leopard form and shot her in the head. His nightmares were vicious. The splashes of blood against his cheeks were as warm in memory as they had been on that dark, snowy night. The sound his father made, the noise of a soul tearing apart, was as jarring in his dreams.
