And his cock was huge.
"Didn't you say something earlier about me fucking you senseless?” Gregor inquired politely, as if the situation called for some kind of propriety. He crawled forward and placed himself above her, lowering just enough she could feel his erection pressing against her pussy, his heat scorching her skin even through her jeans.
Leonora tried to focus, but everything below her waist throbbed. Before she could hardly breathe, and now her breathing came in short gasps. She wanted so badly for him to fuck her, to take her and do the amazing things to her body she sensed he could. Just looking into his eyes made her want to ride him all night long. She'd never been so wet or ready for anyone.
Her hunger for the dark stranger tormented her. He might be a suspect in an arson investigation. She couldn't go around boffing suspects. She'd be the laughingstock of the department if anyone ever found out. And to top it off, the panther still prowled around somewhere. How had Gregor scared him off?
Gregor stretched out beside her and laughed. Leonora grimaced. “What's so funny?"
"Your mating scent is unmistakable.” He inhaled deeply and nuzzled her neck, finding another sensitive spot, this time near her throat. His breath teased her flesh when he spoke. “But something keeps you from giving in to your desire for me. I wonder what it could be...” He nipped her neck, making her yelp, while simultaneously plucking the wallet out of her hand. He dangled it in front of her, moving it just out of reach when she grabbed for it.
Her attempt forced her into Gregor's chest, well-muscled and covered with crisp black hair. He tossed the wallet away and took advantage of the opportunity to pull her into his strong arms. She wanted to struggle, she really did.
No, she didn't.
She wanted him deep inside her swollen lips, pumping her with wild abandon until they both screamed for mercy. His lips on hers melted the world around them away. Leonora clung to him, sucking on his lower lip and eliciting a moan from him that excited her even more. He tugged her T-shirt off, revealing her breasts, and his sudden intake of air suggested he liked what he saw. Strong, experienced fingers stroked her soft flesh. Smooth lips and a practiced tongue suckled her nipples, bringing each dark pebbled tip to attention.
Gregor kissed his way to her belly, flicking his tongue in and out of her navel while he undid her jeans and slid them out of the way. The next instant she lay exposed, her panties ripped to shreds in Gregor's rush to reveal her mons. Gregor let his tongue play between her folds, kissing her hard nub, licking and nibbling at it until she lifted her hips and moaned.
Gregor continued to work magic with his tongue, alternating between sucking her clit and licking her pussy with firm, pleasing strokes. He feasted on her pussy, lapping her cream and groaning as if he savored every minute of it. When his tongue threatened to invade her tightness, she'd had as much as she could take.
"I want you in me,” she begged, pulling at him with desperation.
"Good,” he responded, and kissed his way up her body until the tip of his cock pressed at her wet opening.
She gasped and spread her legs wide, an invitation Gregor didn't accept right away. Instead, he toyed with Leonora, sliding his hard prick up and down in her wetness, hinting at entering her, then pulling away. Her pussy spasmed, grabbing at him, and she whimpered.
With a low growl, Gregor deftly rolled Leonora onto her stomach, pulling her ass close to his hot, wet cock. “I like it from behind,” he said, his voice edged with desire.
Leonora pushed back against him and he finally, with excruciating slowness, entered her. His cock slid into her wet warmth, stretching and filling her. He thrust into her, each movement deeper than the last. His hips cycled into a steady rhythm, and Leonora's release began to build. His fingertips stroked her clit, and his teeth teased the back of her neck, making her body crackle and hum. His thrusting increased and soon he rode her hard, his balls slapping her ass and adding to the already incredible array of sensations vibrating through her body.
His cock pulsed inside her once more and blinding pleasure took over, emanating from her pussy and rippling through every fiber of her soul. Leonora screamed and gave into the shudders of ecstasy claiming her body and mind.
Gregor spilled his seed inside her with a feral yowl, his hips bucking wildly as her cunt milked him into ecstasy. Panting heavily, Gregor slowed his thrusts until he collapsed beside Leonora and pulled her down beside him. She snuggled into his shoulder, her leg across his waist.
"Next time will be better. I was too stimulated,” he explained, his tone almost apologetic.
Leonora giggled. Even better?
Gregor kissed the hair at her temple. “You care about us,” he said. “Even before I knew that, I wanted you, but..."
"What are you talking about?” Leonora asked, confusion invading her afterglow. Damn, was this where he mentioned a wife? Or kids? Or both? She pulled herself up to look at him.
Gregor's emerald eyes sparkled as he focused his gaze on her. The night had fallen all around them, but Gregor's arms around her, casually stroking her heated skin, made her feel secure from everything. Everything except her own feelings.
"Leonora, you aren't very good at lying,” he said, laughing.
She stilled. He'd called her by her real name.
Gregor must have sensed her apprehension. “Ah, my Leonora,” he gently scolded. “You haven't figured me out yet, have you?"
Tears threatened, and Leonora's chest felt tight. Gregor reached up and stroked his thumb across her cheek, his smile still seductive. He nipped her earlobe. “I can tell you now, since I've claimed you as my own. My secrets are your secrets,” he continued, his voice soft and sexy.
"Why, of all the—” Leonora started and pushed herself away. The arrogant bastard. No one had a claim on her. No one!
Gently, he caught her wrist in his large, warm hand, one that had just pleasured her beyond her wildest dreams. “You can leave, but I don't want you to go,” he said. Between his words, he placed tiny kisses on her wrist where her pulse throbbed. “And I don't think you want to go."
He had a point there, damn it.
"While we were introducing ourselves at the garden wall, a friend of mine who is very security-oriented noticed a strange car down the road and decided to check it out. That's how he found your wallet and brought it to me."
"Your friend is a carjacker, is he?” Leonora huffed, trying to sound indignant. She had to fight for it, though. Gregor's attentions to her wrist were arousing feelings she didn't think she could have so soon after such a thorough fucking.
"My friend is a rat snake. At least on occasion,” Gregor answered, as if it made perfect sense. He suckled her fingers, sending electricity straight to her clit.
Leonora shook her head. “A what?"
Gregor pulled Leonora close. She didn't resist. “This isn't a normal animal sanctuary. I like to think of it as a resort of sorts for shape-shifters. We cater to their special needs—privacy being the foremost concern. Being an arson investigator, I'm sure you understand the need for discretion,” he explained, ravaging her breasts with his soft lips.
Even in her fog, the pieces came together. “You're the panther, Gregor?” she rasped. No wonder she didn't remember the name at first. It had been among the list of creatures, not the employees.
In response, he gave a low rumble, and she opened her legs instinctively. “I realized you were here to investigate the fires in the area, but I can vouch you've no cause for alarm from us. The shifters here are quite predatory and delight in guarding the place, even from each other."
Speechless, Leonora nodded. Though it seemed hard to believe, she'd just been ravaged by a shape-shifter. And it appeared she was going to be again. Gregor's cock teased her pussy unmercifully until he entered her and began another exquisite conquest of her body and mind.
Leonora grasped Gregor's powerful hips tight, his hard prick filling her, his whispered endearments driving her to the edge. And, as they roc
ked together in a steady, primal rhythm, Gregor made her glad she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.
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Burning Down the House
Isabella Jordan
Katurah has always had the ability to start fires with her mind. Will she use her powers now to end it all—or will she give in to a fiery lover?
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Katurah stood in front of the house that had never been her home, clutching her divorce papers. Irreconcilable differences. Yeah. Like his new grad student. Assistant my ass...
Focus!
A curl of smoke rose from the porch. She remembered the spike of fear that always shot through her when she'd heard his footsteps on its wooden planks, announcing his arrival. Then the yelling would start. Sometimes he'd been okay with just making her cry. More often it ended in a beating. For nine years she'd explained away black eyes and strange bruises to her mother and co-workers, knowing from the look in their eyes that they could see past her lies.
She'd had no friends to tell. She hadn't been allowed to have friends.
There were other scars too, hidden within. She didn't have to explain those because she was the only one who knew about them. And they never went away.
Focus!
Katurah tried even harder when she watched the edge of the stairs begin to blacken. The strange power her grandmother and mother had recognized in her as a child caused the wooden boards to char as tiny flames formed on their surface.
Never use that ability, they'd warned. That flame you hold inside will consume you if you do.
What good was that advice? She could start fires by just envisioning the flames in her mind. Couldn't she have used the fire to save herself? So many times she could have set fire to the abusive bastard she'd married. How satisfying would it have been to scare the shit out of him for once? Just once. Maybe he would have left her years ago. While there was still something left of her.
She could go to his office now and set fire to him. Just for calling her pathetic. Didn't he know he was the one responsible for making her that way? Didn't he deserve to die for the nine years of pain and humiliation he'd put her through?
Now she was at the point where nothing mattered anymore. She had nothing left to lose. The flames grew bigger, spread along the porch stairs. Burn it down. Burn it all down. It had been years since she'd tried to set fire to anything, yet it all came back so easily. She pushed the flames higher, faster.
The memories, her belongings, everything would soon be so much ash, just like all of her dreams. Then she'd walk into the fire, join those flames once and for all. By God, at least she'd have some say in how it all ended.
Higher, higher, burning fire ... Katurah paused as searing heat ravaged her body. The flames leapt toward the top of the porch with no help from her, as if the flame shared her desire to burn down the house.
Then it began to move in an uncharacteristic way. Her heart lurched as she watched a huge column of fire jump from the porch onto the grass, running in her direction. Staring at the column, she willed it back. It was scorching a black path across the grass, nearer by the second.
Katurah had only ever been good at starting fires. Controlling what she'd created was something she'd never tried. Beads of perspiration dotted her forehead then ran down her face as the fiery entity's heat reached her in waves. She didn't need to walk into the flames after all. They were coming to claim her.
Now she was afraid. She'd thought she could offer her life to the flame, end it that way. But just like everything in her life, control had been taken away from her. In her mind, she screamed for it to get away. But whatever it was had a will of its own. It began to circle her, a great wall of heat surrounding her that was tall and inescapable.
You summoned me, a voice not her own whispered into her brain. Do you really want me to consume you?
Shock didn't last long. So the flame bore the stamp of her emotions. It did know her will. It knew she didn't belong here anymore. Incredible heat engulfed her and the tears that had gathered in her eyes spilled to mix with the drops of her sweat.
Consume her? Yes, she answered. A quick glance showed her that the house that had been her prison was now completely engulfed in flames. That was a second before the fire stretched around her, surrounding her. This is it. She just hoped she wouldn't suffer long before the end.
Closer and closer the wall moved in. Katurah winced, waiting for the fire to sear her skin. When she dared open her eyes, it was just in time to see a tongue of flame snake out to touch her shoulder. In fascination, she watched her blouse catch fire, the bra strap melt away. But she felt no pain, only heat. Incredible heat that tightened the nipple that was now exposed as her garments continued to burn.
Another flame shot out toward her ribs, causing the bottom of the blouse to blacken and flake off while the last of her bra blew away like so much dust. More red hot tendrils made quick work of her jeans, her sneakers. Why? So she could feel the burn all the better? With a great roar, the fire closed around her for that final moment, embracing her. Her entire body tensed, waiting for the pain.
The sensations that erupted all over her body were anything but painful. The fire pressed against her chest, cupped her breast, surrounded her nipples like suckling mouths. A gut punch of lust from the incredible pleasure coursed through her in hot waves. Her inner thighs trembled from the caressing ropes of fire wound around them, driving her crazy with a feather light touch that slowly made its way up to her pussy.
The fire touched her in so many places, leaving nothing out. It tickled her when it reached the valley between her breasts. Katurah gasped when it seeped into the crack of her ass. Her hand shot to the mound at the top of her thighs but the streak of teasing flame went around her fingers with no trouble at all, zeroing in on her clit.
Oh, that's good. Her husband had never seemed to realize she had anything like that. The masterful light strokes on the tense little nub eased the bad tension from her limbs, coaxed her belly to tighten in a different way entirely. She rubbed her clit in time with the wicked strokes until another curl of fire lassoed her wrist and pulled it away.
She had nothing to touch or hold onto so her hands were as crazy on her own body as the fire was. The delicious pressure on her nipples never let up and only made the intense craving in her pussy all the stronger, leaving her wanting.
There was suction now on her clit, just enough to make her knees weak. She let go to see if the fire would let her fall and follow her down.
It held her up, letting her slump against it. She wasn't strong enough to stand. Not when the indecent touch of it was spreading to the opening to her pussy. Thick and solid, it entered her like a cock. It stretched and burned her as it pushed inside her. Katurah gasped while it pushed in deeper and deeper. She'd been fucked many times, but never made love to. Not in the way the flames claimed her with infinite patience. The stimulation of her nipples and clit were the torment of a lover. The way the fire insinuated itself deep inside her pussy and began to move, the promise of obsession.
She thrashed and writhed, sweat running over her body in small winding rivers that ended in a hiss of steam. The roaring sound all around her drowned out her screams when she came the first time, panti
ng and twisting against so much sensation, especially the way the fire fucked her like a cock in a relentless, irresistible rhythm.
It stretched out again, spreading like lava toward the virgin ring of her ass. Her body tensed and her pussy walls clamped around the driving force they surrounded. It didn't mean to do that, did it?
Oh, but it did. Slight pressure at that untried opening gave way to a slender invasion that went so deep inside her she fought for breath. Her pussy tightened as the next powerful orgasm came on strong. The incredible invasion of her ass became more intense. She loved the way the penetrating force grew slowly wider with each stroke, matching the rhythm of its counterpart in her pussy, one pushing in while the other pulled out.
On and on it went, relentless, as Katurah was shattered by one release after another. Every part of her trembled then tensed as the incredible pleasure built anew. She screamed. This was the most incredible fuck of her life. She begged the fire to stop, she begged for more.
The roaring fire that consumed her intensified, shimmering around her and gaining strength. Her heart pounded in fear and exhilaration until she realized that it didn't matter if that meant the end was coming. If her dance in the flames was to be the last moments of her life, well, she knew she could do worse. A lot worse.
Screaming over and over until her voice broke, she rode out the waves of the climax with her fiery lover buried in her pussy and her ass, making it last. Then like a lightning flash it was gone. All gone. Katurah hit the ground hard, a quivering naked mass. A trace of ash stuck to her sweat-drenched skin.
Holy crap! Have I lost my mind?
To her horror, a pickup truck was driving down the gravel road several feet away from her house. Its driver was an older man in a John Deere cap who stared hard for a moment before shaking his head. “Get a room!” he shouted.
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