by T. A. Grey
Christ, he couldn’t keep his filthy mind out of the garbage. Even when he had ecstasy in his hands.
Hanna joined in removing her shirt, tossing it away, then swiftly removing her simple white bra. Alex’s body tensed, pupils focused on those breasts with rapt fascination. It was always an amazing feeling to see a woman’s breasts for the first time, in the flesh. The experience brought forth feelings of raw hunger, longing, and excitement.
No breasts were ever bad. But Hanna’s were fucking superior. Large and busty, she filled out her chest. Her nipples were flat, wide aureoles that had his mouth watering and tiny little nipples he wanted to feed between his lips.
Alex’s was already drifting forward, hand and mouth at the ready when he felt her sigh and wrap her arms around him. Yes, he thought. She wanted this. Thank god, because he was ready to please her, make her come.
Alex squeezed one big breast, feeling its pliability, its plumpness. Molding it with the finesse of a man truly enjoying his job; he took care with it. The other he rubbed his rough cheek against, and noticed her hips surged up against him as she mewled.
“So fucking sexy,” he growled.
“Alex!” she cried out.
Mesmerized by her buoyant breasts, Alex could stand it no more and latched onto one turgid peak and sucked. Hands threaded through his hair as her legs latched onto his, wrapping around him so she could brace herself. She began to rub her core against him, back and forth, using his cock as the rod to her pleasure. She was the hottest little thing he could remember, so responsive and passionate. Unafraid to touch him or seek her own pleasure.
“Yes, yes, yes,” he heard somewhere in the back of his brain, only to realize it was Hanna’s chanting.
Alex squeezed her breasts, studying them, memorizing their large shape and moldability. She was perfect, so perfect. He pinched one nipple, then gently stroked it as he trailed his hand down her undulating stomach.
“Oh, Alex,” she said, voice thick with arousal.
Alex let his head fall back for one moment as he tried to keep his head clear and focused. It took every ounce of strength inside him to keep from tearing open both their jeans and burying his cock inside her, just like they both wanted.
Inwardly he cursed a thousand slangs.
This was everything Alex wanted, and yet in the back of his mind lingered a burden which tried steadily to come forth and be realized. He didn’t want this beautiful dream to be shattered, so he buckled down and gave way to pleasure, forgoing any thoughts.
Alex found his lips pressed to her bare midriff, one arm thrown atop her breasts, grabbing one as he trailed his lips back and forth across her skin. He listened to the catch in her voice, relished every moment she quivered or gasped in surprise.
Alex’s tongue dipped into her belly button, flicked across a hipbone, while he tugged on the band of her jeans. “I want these off.”
“Y-yes.” Good enough for him, he flicked the button and slowly eased down the zipper. The material spread and out with it came the deliciously mouthwatering scent of her sex.
Almost letting out a moan, Alex caught himself just in time. He sat back and admired her body. “God you’re sexy.”
Underneath his gaze, Hanna blushed, her hands coming up to cover her mouth in modesty. While her chest squirmed to bring her breasts closer to him and her hips gently pumped letting him know what she ached for. Yeah, he knew what she ached for all right. And he was gonna give it to her.
Tug, tug, down her jeans went passed her hips he pulled. A strap of white undies caught his eye, but he kept watch on Hanna as he undressed her. He took the jeans completely off but left her panties.
Hanna’s knees drifted closed, and a lecherous grin covered his mouth. “I think what you want to be doing is the opposite of that, baby.”
She chuckled sweetly before nodding and opening her knees nice and wide. Alex was bound by years of ancestral demand in his DNA. So he was utterly incapable of looking Hanna in the eye as she opened herself to him. Underwear or not, he didn’t care, and you could have held a gun to his head in that moment and told him you’d shoot if he locked at her--and he’d be dead right now. Because he looked. Man, did he want to look.
Wetting his lips, Alex gently ran his fingertips over her stomach, tracing her hipbones and up her ribcage until he cupped both breasts, teasing the nipples before he ran his hands back down her torso.
“Beautiful woman, Hanna MacKellen.”
Alex heard the stutter in her breath and felt his pride swelling--though not more so than his aching bollocks. Alex was a little pent-up, one might say, and damn if he didn’t feel it radiating from his groin like a beacon. His fingertips caught the edge of her panties, but he met her gaze first, asking for permission. Her smile and nod gave it, and with his staggering heartbeat racing, he eased the panties down, down, down.
Like revealing an extraordinary gift, Alex took great care, hands nearly trembling. In fact, his hands did tremble as he rubbed a hand over his mouth and felt its unsteadiness. Blonde up top and blonde down below, hairs crisp and trimmed into a neat square covering her feminine core. Beautiful, delicate petals bared to him, her scent unavoidably arousing.
As if her scent was tied directly to his own arousal, amping it up to unprecedented levels.
Alex ran his hands up her thighs, gently squeezing without even thinking about it. He was already lowering himself, breaths charged, eyes locked on his target, before he thought about it. He nuzzled her thigh with his chin, tried to remember to shave if he could. Women often didn’t like getting scraped up like that.
Hanna was panting like a dog in heat, her back already arching off the cot and he hadn’t even touched her yet. Alex grinned like a feral animal. Taking his time, he touched her, outside her core, wandering his fingers over her mons and inner thighs. Working his way up to her breasts which he just had to squeeze again. Not that she minded, she moaned and arched into the movement.
“Oooh!” Hanna’s cry was one of surprise mangled with pleasure.
Alex licked her, found her. Tongue to sex, the initial taste zinged through his system--so good. He needed more. Now. Not just of her taste, but he needed to hear more of those sounds she made. Her husky voice growing louder the more he touched her. He could make her come like this, so hard, and that’s exactly what he planned to do.
“Alex!” Hanna latched onto his shoulders, the small crescents of her nails digging intogb his back. It felt damn good to feel a hot woman beneath him, needing him, enjoying what he was doing to her.
Alex worked her with his mouth, beginning soft, slow, and gentle. He massaged her thighs, appreciating their supple strength. All the while, his hips pumped against the cot, humping, unable to stop the primitive urge. Her clit was a soft, sturdy bud and as he rubbed his tongue against it making her breathed heavily. God, who knew simply hearing a woman’s pleasure would be such a turn on for him, but he was about to cream his jeans?
Hanna said something, but Alex was focused on finishing her, raising her up to that quivering peak. He wanted to see how hard she shook as she came apart. His cock leaked imagining it.
“Alex!” The sharp remand finally made Alex take notice.
He lifted his head enough to speak. “What?”
“Come inside me.” Her hips moved with meaning in his hands. “Please, get inside me. Oh please!”
Alex’s jaw dropped open, not that she could see where she squirmed around in arousal.
His answer, a definite and resounding YES, didn’t need to be said as he started to reach for his jeans. But as he was about to finally pull himself out, he froze.
Shit. He couldn’t do it and he couldn’t even tell her why. Not like this.
Before she could notice the change in him, Alex returned to her sex. “I wanna eat this sweet thing first, baby. Then we’ll see about me coming.”
Alex didn’t give her time to protest. He groaned against her pussy and set back to work. In no time, she was panting, dragging her fin
gers roughly through his hair and turning him on like a mad bull. He wanted to put his cock inside her to feel those wonderful tremors in her body.
“Ah! Ahhh!” Hanna’s thighs were quivering with a steady tremble, her voice getting louder. Alex was consumed with her, focus solely on driving her pleasure, making her feel good. And when her eyes flew open to lock onto him, he was right there with her to watch her peak.
Muffled cries, body twitching with the spasms of erotic pleasure dancing through her sensitive nerves, Hanna was an incredible sight to behold. Alex watched raptly, dancing his tongue gently against her to urge her release along. He eased her back down, lapping as her gushing wetness, his cock throbbing to be buried inside her sweetness. Fuuuck.
That’s it. He had to. He had to take her. Rising up above her, Alex acted on instinct as he buried his face in her throat and began working his zipper down. Hanna grabbed hold of him, nails once again biting as she urged him on.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she begged.
But, something stayed Alex’s hand, some feeling that wasn’t right. Alex kissed her sweaty neck but forced himself up.
“That smell...like vanilla and woman. That’s you and not some candle?”
It was so potent, you couldn’t miss the unique smell. It was thick and musty, filling the whole room.
Hanna blushed bright red and gave a shy nod. “That is me you smell. I—” she hesitated nervously. “I’m beginning my breeding cycle.”
Alex nodded and found his way back to her neck where he liked this one particular sweet spot to suckle at. Then froze. Eyes slamming open.
Haze of sex vanishing faster than a hooker spotting an undercover cop.
Alex shoved her hands away and lifted off her. “Wait. Did you say you’re on your breeding cycle?”
Hanna nodded, biting her lip shyly and bringing her knees together while they swung side to side. “Yes, but I want you.” The heat in her eyes agreed to that much.
“So that’s why I almost had sex with you. Jesus Christ, Hanna, what the hell do you think you’re doing!?” Alex hadn’t meant to shout but that’s exactly what happened.
A second later a fist banged on the door, the guard. “Keep quiet in there!”
Alex watched as all pleasure left Hanna’s expression, the heat in her gaze dying. She closed her legs and covered her breasts. He instantly felt contrite, regretting his outburst.
“Sorry I yelled,” he said gruffly.
“But not for overreacting?”
Before he could get a word in edgewise, she stood and spoke sharply, crisply, words succinct and biting and deserving. “Listen here, Alex Thompson, I said I wanted you because I do. I am going through a difficult time right now and this breeding cycle is going to happen. You and I both know it’s unstoppable.”
“You could have told me. You should have before all this started. You’re fertile right now!”
Hanna hung her head as a dark flush crossed her dimpled cheeks. “Yes, maybe. I’m sorry. I didn’t really think it would turn out like this. I didn’t exactly plan any of this. But don’t worry I won’t be touching you again.” She stalked past him into the bathroom, but there was no door to slam.
“Excuse me?” Alex strode to that bathroom, leaning heavily on the doorframe with one arm. “Suddenly you get the say in all this? You get to say ‘no’ and it’s over?”
Hanna gave him a hard look. He had hurt her feelings, he could tell, but she was too busy pissing him off for him to think straight. “You’re the one who decided to stop. It looks like we can both be adults about this. Now I need to shower and I’d like some peace, thank you.” She turned and started the shower.
Alex retreated to the fireplace, hearing the sounds of her entering the water. Fucking hell. He couldn’t believe this.
Her breeding cycle. The one time a year when the lykaen woman was fertile and now she was on it. If he had sex with her now…it’d be an almost instant baby maker. If that didn’t kill the mood, he didn’t know what would.
He didn’t bother looking back at the bathroom, he had the taste of her on his mouth, the smell of her on his face, and his cock was still harder than an iron bar. His balls ached for some much needed release.
Did he dare?
Fuck it. He was pissed off. Not like he’d ever been a saint anyway.
Alex unzipped himself at the fire, his back to the shower. Letting his head fall back, he imagined Hanna in all her glory spread out before him, pussy wet and supple. His mind and hand ignored the bothersome skin that shouted in his mind: abnormal. He shoved those thoughts way out of his mind for now.
His cock was flaming hot in his hand, the shaft unbending in his grp, and tip wet. He formed a fist and began working himself. He pictured moving in her sweet, tight body, of hearing her husky cries in his ear as he made love to her. He could feel his balls tightening, his ass clenching as release neared. Water sprayed in full force from the shower. He pictured Hanna coming with him buried deep, feeling her little muscles contracting around him--and he jerked. Alex bit down on his lip to keep from crying out as his release spurted from him in long jets. He pumped his fist quicker, imagined using her tight pussy instead of his hand, and came another long load.
Sweat dripped from his temple.
Damn.
Hanna was on her breeding cycle and he’d just gone down on her to experience the best pussy of his life. How was he supposed to ignore that in this tightly confined space? Alex glanced down and saw his cock hanging there, spent.
The sight of twisted skin made him flinch. Like a bucket of ice water thrown atop his head. Quickly he shoved his dick away, repelled at the sight. God dammit.
He was fucking disgusting.
Chapter SEVENTEEN
Quiet.
Silent, in fact.
Hanna sat in the wobbly chair, having put it close to the wall furthest from Alex’s perch. Nether looked at one another. Neither said a word. As if she’d speak to him after his attitude last night. My god, he acted as if she’d purposely lied and seduced him. Far from the truth! It was merely how the events had played out. She happened to be on her breeding cycle--a special time in a lykaen woman’s life where once a year she became fertile for pregnancy. Her body required sex, almost daily, a steady flow of seed to try to impregnate her. Most women nowadays wore condoms to keep from getting pregnant, while still treating the often painful cramps that came along with the cycle, or they took the opportunity to try for a baby.
Hanna listened to the snow gently beating the roof. A pattering like that of a hummingbird, light as a father piling atop. It was snowing today. They saw some snow back in Oregon. They lived in mountainous, western terrain filled with great wide-open spaces, a plethora of a deciduous trees and lakes as blue as the sky they mirrored. Up here, so far north, the snow could keep falling and falling. Appearing endless.
Last night Hanna had showered and gone to bed. She’d managed to fall asleep where she’d slept like the dead for a solid length of time. However, upon looking at Alex, she had a feeling he didn’t have the same fate. His face looked paler than usual, his eyes reddened and groggy. Someone didn’t get much sleep last night. Hanna snickered.
Quick as lightning, Alex’s gaze landed on her, striking her in place for a moment. Then Hanna collected herself, lifting her chin a notch. Take that. Hanna resumed her study of the tearing wallpaper.
They’d been like this all morning. Neither spoke to the other. Neither willing to make much eye contact. They acted like scorned lovers, which, she supposed, held a grain of truth to it. And to think she’d almost had sex with him. She was quite happy they hadn’t done the deed. This would just be too awkward to bear.
A knock struck the door followed by a sound she was growing sued to: the turning of the lock. Hanna stood as the guard Broderick came inside.
“All ready?”
Hanna and Alex followed him out of the room. Today he didn’t lead them to the same place he had yesterday morning.
“Where a
re we going?” Hanna didn’t recognize this area of the castle.
“The queen wants to see you.”
Oh, great. What a way to start the day.
Broderick led them into a grand room with a steeple ceiling made of stone. Tapestries of woven art hung on the walls, curtains with rich patterns hung decoratively like banners. An ebony statue that looked handmade was in one corner of the room: the piece brought to mind a vision of a woman in motion, perhaps running.
It was loud. Porters rushed around loading stacks of boxes, chairs, and folding tables onto large crates in the center of the room.
The queen was there in the center of it all amidst her conglomerate of workers.
“Yes, yes, put that there. No, that doesn’t go there. Put it on that buffet table instead, will you? Oui I said I want daffodils, not roses. For the second time Margaret, really.” The queen was in full swing today. She pulled up short as she spotted Broderick.
“Good, the prisoners are here. Stop! Everyone Stop!” At her command, the work ceased. “Everyone look at the murderers. Take a good, hard look at these people. And watch your back or they might slay you too.” The queen racked Hanna and Alex with a menacing glare. Hana shivered at the look. The queen looked upset today, more so than usual. Her voice strung.
Broderick stepped near her. He whispered so softly Hanna almost missed what he said. “Is everything...all right?”
“Very well indeed, Broderick. Hanna, you, come here girl. Today you are under strict orders of Margaret here, my funeral planner. You will do everything she says. And you, Alex.” Alex marched forward taking his time. “You will do the same. I want this place looking lively by tonight’s end. Got that? This is for Remi.”
Everyone nodded, promising to work their harder, and the queen stormed out of the room. Her shoes making a staccato click against the floor.
