He pointed at his cock. “Do I have to command you?”
Her chin came up immediately, but then her head tilted. Her expression was pensive and curious at the same time. “I think…yes.”
Navarro understood intuitively he’d been given a rare gift. Sidney P. Coffey liked being in control of every situation. Now, she’d surrendered herself—to him. Her trust made him feel all-powerful. “Climb between my legs, little sex slave.”
“Hrmph!” she snorted again, but eagerly stepped on her knees into the narrow space between his legs.
“Now, take the head of my cock into your sweet mouth.”
Immediately, her nipples dimpled. With excitement glowing on her cheeks, she leaned forward and grasped his shaft. Her mouth opened wide to swallow him.
Navarro suppressed a groan as her wet mouth surrounded him in lush heat. “Suck it.” His nostrils flared as he caught the scent of her steaming arousal.
Her lips suctioned, her head moving left to right, and back, her gaze holding his all the while. Then she took a little initiative and chewed the soft mushroom head gently.
His hips lifted off the bed, pressing his cock deeper into the moist cavern of her mouth.
She pulled away and leaned down to trail her tongue along his shaft, licking downward and up, lapping him in thick strokes with the flat of her tongue like his cock a tasty ice cream cone.
All his muscles, belly to thigh, tightened with sensual tension. Sweat beaded on his upper lip.
Her hands slid down to the base of his cock. One cupped his balls, now hard stones in their tight sac. The other tightly gripped the base of his shaft. She licked downward then opened her mouth to take his balls into her mouth.
Navarro sucked in a deep breath as she mouthed his scrotum, her tongue stroking his balls inside her mouth, rolling them, tugging them. His hands fisted in the bedding.
Sidney’s breaths grew shorter, gasping. The scent of her arousal grew stronger. Sweat broke on her forehead and wispy strands of pale hair stuck there.
Navarro reached down and threaded his fingers through her hair and tugged, using his grip on her hair to guide her movements and bring her up his cock.
When she reached the crown, he nudged her lips, and she opened wide, sinking down his cock, her hands closing around his shaft to twist and pull while she bobbed now, taking him as deep as her throat would allow.
Wet heat, suctioning lips, and circling hands had Navarro groaning, his buttocks tensing to deliver shallow thrusts.
Sidney grunted softly each time he stroked deep. Her teeth lightly strafed his straining flesh.
Suddenly, she reared up and straddled his hips. Her expression was tight, desperate. “I can’t wait. I have to—”
“Mount me.”
She nodded and took a deep breath, rising high above his cock. Her fingers crept between her legs, spreading her labia. She tunneled her fingers inside herself, and her eyes closed. Moist, slippery sounds accompanied her exploration as she drew down the wetness to the petals framing her sex.
Then she centered her hot pussy over his cockhead, sliding him around her entrance to coat the head with her juices. Her legs trembled, and she sank, taking him inside. She moaned.
Her cunt felt hotter than it should around his cock. “You’re sore, still swollen. Can you do this?” he gritted out.
She nodded again, whimpering, and sank deeper, and then came up. Down, up, down—going deeper with each stroke, rotating her hips to twist and ease him deeper still. Sweat trickled between her breasts.
Navarro slid his fingers over a bead to massage the moisture into her breasts, kneading the flesh, plumping it as he curved his body upward to take a nipple into his mouth.
Sidney’s head fell back, and she stilled as he laved the tight points, first one then the other, not resuming her rocking motions until he released her nipple and fell back against the pillow.
Her hands landed on his chest as she levered her bottom up and down, her face flushing a fiery red. Rosy, swollen lips trembled around her gasps. Her gaze held his, her expression determined, yet vulnerable.
He loved the way her plump lips trembled, and he was determined to make her moan.
Navarro cupped her breasts and massaged the soft mounds, then glided lower to grip her hips. When her trembling increased, he aided her movements, lifting her up, sliding her down, faster now—deeper.
Sidney widened the stance of her knees and sank lower, leaning forward so that their groins ground together, crisp hairs scratching.
Navarro slid his fingers between them and dug between her legs to find the hardened knot at the top of her cunt. He fluttered a fingertip against it, enjoying the jerk of her hips. Because he wanted to experience more than just her physical reactions to their escalating passion, he stared into her eyes, opening himself to her thoughts, climbing inside to feel what she felt, hear her thoughts.
Sidney was a very noisy girl.
Ohmigod, Oh God! Christ! I’ve never been so full. His cock’s incredible. He’s not a donkey—he’s a freaking Clydesdale! Ah! My clit! Yes, yes! Like that. Jeez, rub harder. I’m gonna blow!
Navarro felt the burning heat of her vagina, raw, swollen, liquid, molten. His cock caressed her to her womb, gliding, stretching, cramming deep. How does she take me?
Why is he staring at me like that? came Sidney’s thought. Like he can see right into me? Can’t let him know how special… How much I need this…him. Ohmigod—I’m coooomiiiing!
Navarro felt a sensation like a tightly coiled spring explode deep inside her womb, followed quickly by rolling contractions that clasped his cock, pulsing around him to draw him deeper, squeezing him toward orgasm. Her thoughts, coherent thoughts, were obliterated by a blinding rush of sensation that sucked the air from her lungs, squeezing a long, keening cry from her dry as dust mouth.
Her body rocked, and she delivered jerky, uncoordinated movements, her knees trembling while her body was racked with shuddering waves of darkness.
A moment before she fainted, Navarro pulled away from her mind. His cock clamored for his attention. He’d been so deep into her experience, he hadn’t realized his own body was close to exploding.
His hips bucked wildly, pumping upward, impaling her with sharp, rapid thrusts as he climbed. He felt the tightening of his facial armor, plates of bone that thickened with his passion, pushing outward. His gums itched, and then stung, as his fangs slid down. But he held the leash this time on his monster, roughly containing him. He’d taken too much blood the last time. He wouldn’t let him feed. Instead, he channeled the wildness to his hips and pumped faster, harder.
Sidney came around, still held upright against his loins, and her expression, drowsy and aroused, revealed a resurgence of passion. She regained her knees, leaned closer to his body, and countered his movements, slamming down to meet his upward thrusts, until the air snapped with their sweaty, violent pounding.
Her face grew taut, her lips thinned. “I can’t believe it—it’s happening again,” she gasped. “More, Navarro, give me more!” She slid her breasts against his chest, tangling the points in his hair. Then she scraped his nipples with her fingernails, plucked, and tormented them.
He resisted, grinding his teeth. His body stretched tight as he pounded into her.
Sidney, however, was relentless. She nipped his chin, his chest, and then clawed his shoulders.
“Stop it!” he growled. “You don’t want him to come out and play.”
“Don’t tell me what I want,” she said, curling to take a flat nipple in her mouth. She bit and held it between her teeth while he continued to buck violently against her pussy.
He pushed her head away and held her back from his body, only letting her open thighs and cunt touch him as he pushed higher toward release. But release was harder to attain in this body, it took longer—and by the narrowing of the chit’s eyes—time was running out.
Sidney held his gaze and brought her hands to her breasts, cupping them high, and
then tugged the points hard until she moaned against the pain. Her pussy tightened, gripping his dick like a wet, shrinking glove.
But still he resisted, keeping his focus on his cock, rocking in and out, spearing high to punish her with sharper thrusts.
But Sidney only smiled, grunting softly as his hard strokes forced air from her lungs. “Think you can resist?” she taunted, and then she drew her lower lip between her teeth.
Navarro shook his head, reading her intention, pounding harder to try to reach the precipice before she succeeded. “Don’t do it, Sidney,” he roared.
She bit and pressed her lips together, smearing blood on her mouth. Then she reached behind her and gripped his balls, rolling them in her palm, squeezing, tugging.
Navarro clutched the bedding, clamping his jaws tight, straining with every muscle in his body to resist the temptation teasing his nostrils.
When her fingers plucked at one stony orb, and her bloody lips stretched into a feline grin, he knew he was about to lose. She pinched his ball—hard.
He roared upward, feeling the rest of the transformation take him, morphing in one exquisite second.
Sidney’s eyes widened, and her mouth dropped open.
Too late now, love! With that last sentient though, he pushed her off his cock and drove her onto her back, mounting her, flexing his buttocks backward, then thrusting, cramming himself inside her, forcing her to take all of him in one long endless glide.
Anger tinged this claiming, he hooked his arms beneath her legs and forced her limbs higher, so he could tunnel deeper still. He wanted to punish, show her who was master.
She squealed, air hissing between her teeth.
He’d hurt her, but her pain only incited the beast. Territorial, possessive, he intended to leave his mark upon her soul. He growled from deep inside his chest and hammered at her writhing hips, drinking her cries with his mouth latched to hers.
When finally the beast reached the precipice, he drank the trickling blood from her lips and slammed his hips one last time to drive deep into her core. Circling, he ground against her as his seed pulsed into her, claiming her womb. He continued to grind and pump until the last spurt was drained from his sex, and slowly relaxing, the red curtain lifted from his mind.
Navarro roused himself, wrenching from Sidney’s body. He sat back on his haunches, horrified that he’d given his inner monster free rein.
She lay still beneath him, her chest shuddering with soft sobs.
He backed away from her and slid off the bed, recoiling from the memory of his violent, unleashed taking of her small body.
She didn’t move. Her legs splayed wide, her thighs glistening with pearlescent cum. Then she sniffed, and turned her head toward him, a question in her eyes. “Where are you going?”
“I thought you might want to be alone,” he said hoarsely.
“Just like a man,” she said, her voice sounded tired, weak. “First sign of tears, and he’s hot-footin’ it for the door.”
Navarro hung his head. He’d thought he could control the beast—control Sidney—and have his cake, too. “I apologize. I’ll send Inigo to you with clothing. He’ll have a driver take you home.”
She sat up slowly on the bed, her expression wary. “You’re kidding, right?”
“No. I release you,” he said, his voice rough as gravel as he forced words past a tight throat.
Sidney climbed off the bed and stomped toward him, a scowl darkening her face. “You are a Grade-A asshole!”
“I know. I’ve apologized. If you wish to seek medical treatment—”
She pointed a finger at his chest and poked him. “What is it? You got what you wanted from me? Now, you’re showing me the door?” She drew her hand back and slapped hard against his cheek. “Well, congratulations! I never felt like a whore before, but right now I don’t think a whole bar of Dove would make me feel clean again.” Tears glittered in her eyes, and she shoved him, walking past him to the bathroom.
Navarro hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her close until her back pressed against his chest. She wasn’t angry with him for the reason he had first thought. “Did I hurt you?” he murmured into her ear, needing to know.
She strained against his arm. “You sure as fuck did, bastard.” Her harsh words lost power when she sniffed again.
Her voice was filled with a woman’s hurt—from scorn, not injury. “I meant, physically, did I hurt you?”
She drew in a long breath, her head falling back against his shoulder in surrender. “Yes. But I wanted it that way. I wanted all the wildness.”
He’d been dying for it, too. “That was a dangerous game you played. It might not have ended well. I wasn’t in control.”
“That’s probably why I dug it so much.” She sighed. “I thought I’d died when I came.”
Navarro turned her in his arms, bracketing her face so that her gaze couldn’t slide away. “You’re very small. When I transform, and that other part of me surfaces, he can hurt you.”
A little smile twisted her lips. “I think he likes me,” she whispered, and touched her tongue to her swollen lower lip.
With a slight shake of his head, he asked, “Who’s the monster here?”
“You made me.” Her fingers walked across his chest, and she tweaked a flat nipple. “Are you still letting me go?”
“Do you want me to?” he asked, holding his breath for her answer, knowing he’d keep her even if she denied him.
“Not yet.” She rose on her toes and pressed a kiss to his mouth. “Ouch!” She drew back and touched her lip.
“Let me.” Cupping her face, he tilted her head back and sucked her lips between his. He laved her lip, healing and numbing her broken skin. When he was done, he swept his tongue inside her mouth and kissed her.
When he drew slightly away, she looked dazed. “You taste like blood—and me.”
“Ambrosia,” he moaned and slid his lips over hers again. Already, his loins felt a tingling, heated stirring. Sighing, he set her away from him.
Sinking back to the ground, Sidney gave him a wry little smile. “I think I’m done for the day—so far as…” Her cheeks reddened, and she made a little gesture toward his cock.
“Is this shyness?” he asked, tracing the blush on her cheek.
“Course not. Just didn’t want to burn your ears.”
“We don’t have to fuck, Sidney. There are a few places on your body I’m not yet acquainted with.”
“But I want to fuck,” she said, her lips pouting. “I’m just really sore.”
“Let’s improvise. We still have some time to while away before dawn. I’ll let you have your way with me—any way you please.”
Her expression brightened. “Will you follow my suggestions?”
He narrowed his gaze. “Only if you don’t tempt the beast.”
“Darn.” She blew out a breath, and looked up at him from beneath her lashes. “I don’t think I want to know what’s coming. Surprise me?”
Twice now, she’d given herself into his hands. If he’d had any doubts he’d frightened or really harmed her, they melted away in the glowing blush that spread over her cheeks and chest.
He grabbed her hand and tugged her toward the bed. “We’ll go slowly this time—savor our journey. All you have to do is lay back and let me work.”
Her feet dragged. “Wait. If you’re going anywhere down there—I need to wash. I’m pretty sticky.”
Glancing over his shoulder he tugged harder, until she fell against him. “I’ll enjoy licking you clean, love.”
*
Sidney lay limp as a noodle, her arms and legs spread wide on the bed. Navarro had made good on his promise, although he’d had to repeat the process again when he’d made her cream once more with his wicked, questing tongue.
“Are you sleeping again?” he murmured, his face nuzzling her inner thigh.
“Me, sleep? I have an itch that won’t quit.”
“Shall I scratch it for you?”<
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She gave a snort of laughter. “Please, I can’t seem to move at the moment.”
His mouth trailed kisses down her thigh. “I think I’ve learned everything I need to know about this side of you, dear. Roll over?”
Sidney groaned, and he helped her turn onto her stomach. She was glad she could bury her hot face in a pillow. “You’re not going to let me keep any secrets, are you?”
“No—and give me that pillow.”
She tossed it backward, swinging at his head.
His soft laughter raised goose bumps along her spine. “I have to tell you, I’m not too comfortable showing you this side of me.”
Navarro laughed again and lifted her hips, sliding the pillow beneath her. “I promise to be gentle.”
She gave a muffled laugh. “So long as Trigger doesn’t go whinnying around down there.”
Chapter Eight
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“You seem preoccupied with horses,” Navarro said, his voice teasing.
“Huh?” How does he know that? Sidney had kept her earlier comparisons silent. Has to be just a coincidence. She relaxed. “Just saying.”
“I get your point. I’ll have to ease you into that particular act.”
“Given your point—I think you could ease me until Christmas, and I still wouldn’t be ready,” she muttered, nervous now that his hands were massaging her bottom.
“Such a pessimist.” His lips grazed each cheek.
Sidney shivered. Navarro teasing her made her jumpy as hell. Condescending, brooding, commanding—that she’d already had. Was the excitement already wearing thin for him? Or was her ass really that funny?
“You have a spectacular ass, Sidney. Relax.” He dragged out his words in a slow, teasing drawl.
She jerked. Damn! She wished she wasn’t so transparent. Burying her head in her arms, she hoped he was over being patient. The stress of not knowing what he was up to had her whole body tingling with anticipation.
When his body stretched over hers, covering her back with warmth, she sighed.
His nose nuzzled her ear while his hands slipped up and down her sides.
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