by Danica Avet
He stood with his arms draped over the sill and a friendly, open grin on his face. She could almost imagine they were fifteen again and he’d come over to her house to tease her about spending so much time studying. Except he didn’t resemble his teenage self any more than she did.
“What are you doing here?” she asked as she dropped her smartphone on the sewing table she was supposed to be working at. “Where’s Tante Claudette?”
“You mean the poor bear sow so desperate to see her daughter’s dress she’d risk a grizzly bear’s displeasure? She went to work, which you probably would have known if you hadn’t been playing a game on your phone.” He leaned farther in the window, craning his neck to see the screen of her phone. “Angry Birds, Kitty? I’m well and truly shocked. You wouldn’t have shirked work for a game when we were kids. And I ought to know since I tried getting you to do just that on more than one occasion.”
She folded her arms over her chest to hide the way her nipples had tightened in interest as his scent wafted into the room. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t smelled him a mile away, but the stress from being home, making Daisy’s dress and the memories that tried to crush her every time she went to town made her brain fuzzy. She hadn’t slept well since the night of the assembly.
It wasn’t just the memories though, oh no. If only that were her only problem. It was the fucking dreams she wanted to avoid that left her staring at the ceiling until she passed out from exhaustion. Hot, sticky, dangerous dreams that involved her and Monk and a variety of positions she’d never even known were possible. She only thanked God that Daisy’s old bedroom was on the opposite end of her aunt’s house, otherwise her relatives would smell her arousal or hear her when she came. Because her dreams always ended with her hand buried between her legs, her pussy clamping on nothing.
“What are you doing here?” she demanded in an ugly tone that she hoped would discourage him.
Her body and her subconscious mind might have forgotten what he’d said to her two weeks ago, but her brain hadn’t. Neither had her bear and it set her to seething. She’d tried to think of other, more important things, like the gown she needed to make for her cousin, but the echo of Monk’s words haunted her, made her feel cheap and dirty, something she’d worked very hard to get over once before.
His grin faltered and his eyes darkened. “I wanted to apologize for what I said.”
Kitty went cold, hot, then cold again. “Which time?” She couldn’t resist baiting him and faked a grimace. “Well, I suppose I should say this time since the last time you never actually said anything to me, did you?”
She shouldn’t have gotten such sadistic pleasure in the tide of color that flooded his face, but she did. Kitty mentally licked her finger and gave this round to herself.
Monk cleared his throat. “God, Kitty, I’m so fucking sorry for all of it.”
“That’s nice,” she said without much interest.
She forced her eyes away from him, turning to look down on the gown she was designing for Daisy. It was the kind of dress Kitty would have made for herself back in the day. Well, not exactly the same. Back then she’d been nothing but raw talent and dreams. She hadn’t refined her craft, something she wouldn’t have cared about anyway. All that would have mattered was the male she met at the end of the aisle. The same male who’d stolen that dream of happily-ever-after from her. Kitty and her bear wanted blood.
“It’s funny, but I tell people I’m sorry when I bump into them by accident, or when I interrupt someone’s conversation.” She looked up at him and pinned him in place with her gaze. “I don’t tell people I’m sorry when I try to ruin their lives. I don’t apologize because I’m such a sick, miserable fuck that I get off hurting other people. Do you know why, Monk? Because until now, I never wanted to hurt anyone. Until you.” Her heart slammed against her ribs, adrenaline coursing through her body at finally telling the bastard what she thought of him. “Now, if you’d like to keep all of your parts intact, I suggest you get the fuck out of the window.”
The hurt that flashed in his eyes didn’t give her the satisfaction she thought it would, but she couldn’t back down. “You think I don’t know how inadequate sorry is, Kitty? Fuck, I’ve lived with what I did to you for years and then when I see you again, instead of begging for forgiveness, I lecture you.” He sounded disgusted with himself.
But her mind snagged on the most important part of what he’d said. “You’ve lived with it for years?” she asked as she leapt to her feet, anger scouring her veins. “You’ve lived with it? You son of a bitch!” Storming up to him, she poked him hard in the chest. “I was humiliated. For the first time in my entire life, I felt cheap and dirty and it didn’t help to have all of my ‘friends’ give me the cold shoulder, or ask me if I was available for a quick fuck.” Tears burned her eyes. Those same people fawned over her now, as if it had never happened.
She poked his shoulder, her claws itching to spring out of her skin and shred him to pieces. “I was counting the days to leave this town, to leave my family, all because of you. It took me a long time to realize not all males were dipshit assholes who only think about themselves. Years, Monk, before I could trust anyone with my body, all because of you. And you have the fucking nerve to act like you’re the one who suffered?”
With a move too quick for her to register in her furious state, Monk’s hands went to either side of her head. In a swift, gentle motion, he pulled her forward and kissed her. The move was so unexpected and so reminiscent of the times he would calm her with a gentle press of the lips, Kitty stood frozen for a moment.
He didn’t give her brain a chance to catch up. Between soft, nibbling kisses that didn’t press for more, he whispered against her mouth, “I’m sorry.” He brushed his lips against hers. “Forgive me.” He pressed a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth. “I’m so sorry, Kitty-Cat.” His tongue lapped at her bottom lip. “So damn sorry.”
He really is sorry.
Her greatest fears since returning to Maison Rouge came to life. He was touching her, kissing her, apologizing in the sweetest way, and her body was melting. Her bear threw her headlong into that kiss. The bear didn’t care that the woman wanted to punch this male in the nose. The bear recognized her mate’s scent, recognized his taste, and she wanted more.
“No,” she mewled into his mouth when her lips finally parted against her will. She was so angry, so impossibly furious with him, yet there was no denying how much her body craved his. The combustible chemistry between them in full swing, just like it’d been fifteen years ago.
Take him, use him like he used you. Tit for tat, Kitty.
And as crazy as it should have seemed, Kitty’s body was all on board with the idea of taking her revenge out of Monk’s hide. Or rather his dick.
He fucked her mouth with his tongue, banishing any further feelings of doubt. Kitty needed. She hungered for him. She suckled him, the mint and cinnamon taste of Monk seeping into her veins, drugging her the way it always had. Her hands sank into his thick hair, holding him in place, the edge of the windowsill digging into her stomach. Heat pooled between her legs, desire dampened her thighs, her lack of panties only making her hotter. Only Monk had ever had the power to turn her on this much and she silently thanked him for fucking her over all those years ago, otherwise she would’ve had to go on disability from riding him like a cowgirl every minute of every day.
Big, hot hands drifted down her back to cup her ass through the thin material of her skirt. She always wore loose, comfortable clothes when she was working because she needed to feel free. But it had the added bonus of being easy to get beneath, as Monk proved right now, his hands pulling her skirt up to her waist. She knew the instant he realized she wasn’t wearing underwear because his breath hitched and he paused. He muttered something under his breath and cupped the bare globes of her ass, the faintly rough pads of his fingers sliding across her tender skin.
Kitty rocked her hips, the sill hampering her movements.
She needed to have him inside her now. With the desperation of a woman on the edge, she tugged Monk through the window, his long body landing on hers, although not fully because he managed to catch most of his weight on his hands so he wouldn’t crush her. It made her heart do a stupid, unnecessary flop, but she chose not to pay attention to that.
Because once she rolled them so she was on top, Kitty had Monk right where she wanted him. The bulge of his cock pressed right against her bare pussy. She wiggled back a few inches, knowing she couldn’t get to him if she sat right on top of him. A feral growl rumbled in the back of her throat as she hiked her skirt higher, not to provide him with a show, but to get at the zipper of his pants.
He caught her hands with his, stopping her from reaching her goal. “Baby, slow down.” His voice was rough and ragged, telling her he was nearly as crazed as she was. “We don’t need to rush this.”
But they did because if she let him slow down, she’d come to her senses and kick his ass for being a bastard. So she used a dirty trick, one she’d learned from him, but never attempted before because she’d been far too shy.
Kitty licked her lips, letting her need shine in her eyes as she looked down at him. He looked sexy with his hair all tousled, his face dark with need and his lips slightly puffy from their kiss. If she weren’t in such a rush to fuck him, she’d let him do the one thing she hadn’t back in high school and let him eat her out. Her pussy creamed at the thought of straddling his head and riding his face. Maybe if the heat became unbearable again, she’d try that. Right now, she wanted cock.
“I want to fuck you, Monk.” She pulled on her hands to get him to release them. His eyes widened at her words. He’d always been a sucker for dirty talk. “I want to slide that big cock in my pussy until you’re buried to the hilt.” Kitty’s heart hammered as her words conjured images of doing just that, her inner muscles clenching in anticipation. “I want to ride you hard and fast, feeling every inch of your cock inside me, ramming into me over and over again. I’m so wet for you right now, my pussy aches.”
He let go of her hands, panting harshly as he hurriedly undid his belt and the button of his slacks. Kitty watched in hungry excitement as he unzipped his pants, his cock nearly bursting out of the opening. Long, thick and ruddy with lust, Monk’s cock looked like the perfect fit for the need pounding through her. Well, soon to be pounding in her, she thought with a sly smile that faded when he fisted himself and stroked.
“You want this?” he asked in a near growl. “You want my cock, Kitty-Cat?”
Instead of answering him, Kitty reached out to swipe the pearly bead of pre-cum coating the tip of his cock and sucked her finger clean. She moaned at his taste, richer than his kisses, but definitely Monk.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” His fingers circled the base of his cock, squeezing.
She chuckled, releasing her finger with a pop. “Bet I can get you hotter,” she boasted as she reached for his cock, needing to guide him to her aching cunt.
He allowed her to take control as she used the crown of his cock to stroke between her slick folds, wetting him even as she teased herself, every brush of his hardness against her clit making her gasp. Holding his length between her folds, she rocked her hips, riding him in a slow, steady glide that left her panting for air.
Monk’s hands gripped her hips, his claws piercing her thin skirt to score her skin. The slight pain caused her nipples to tighten into aching peaks. She wanted to rip her top off, to give him her breast to suckle, but knew if he saw what she’d done with his former mating mark, he’d go ballistic. Keep shirt on, get cock in pussy. It sounded like a plan.
She guided his cock, now soaked with her juices and his pre-cum, to her entrance and pressed down. It’d been a while since her last lover, but even if it hadn’t been, David hadn’t been nearly as wide at the tip as Monk. Luckily, she was so worked up that it didn’t take more than a slight burn and a little sweat for her to slide all the way down his length. She didn’t stop until her pelvis rested against his, her eyes closing with the exquisite pleasure-pain of his thick cock buried deep inside her.
“Goddamn,” he spat, his voice sounding strained. The hands on her hips dug deeper, the claws lightly piercing her skin. “Don’t move yet. Don’t— Let me get some control, or I’ll come too—”
Kitty rocked her hips, a moan bursting out of her as his shaft slid along her inner walls, the friction sending pleasure darting through her body. It felt so good, so fucking perfect she couldn’t have stopped if she wanted. And she didn’t want to. Not now.
Monk deserved a fucking medal. He gritted his teeth, the tight clasp of Kitty’s body holding him like a silken fist. He’d tried holding her still, tried reasoning with her, but it seemed his Kitty-Cat had a mind of her own. Thank God because this is the most pleasure I’ve ever known. But it was too much.
Then his little beast lifted her lips and slammed down on him. His cougar urged him to give his mate the hard fucking she demanded, but Monk fought for control. There were…things he wanted her to know. Important…things, he was sure. It was hard to tell because his mind went fuzzy from the sound of her moans as she rode him faster, the feel of her pussy sliding up and down his dick, clenching and fluttering around him. The scent of her arousal grew thicker until he swore he could taste it on the back of his tongue. His cougar wrestled for dominance, his claws digging into her skin until the coppery scent of blood joined the musk of her need. It was that combination of smells that helped Monk’s cougar take the lead.
Rolling Kitty onto her back, Monk released her hips to grab her hands and pin them to the floor. She writhed beneath him, her bear’s strength testing his own, but in a fight for dominance, he didn’t pull any stops. When it seemed as if she would flip them over again, Monk ground his hips against hers, the crown of his cock hitting her deeper than ever.
“Oh,” she gasped, her body going nearly lax beneath him. But then she wrapped her legs high on his waist, bringing him in even deeper. “More. Harder. Now.”
Normally Monk enjoyed slow, almost torturous lovemaking, but Kitty made him feel like the beast living beneath his skin, like fucking her was life or death. Bracing his knees on the floor, he had to clench his jaw tight as he withdrew his cock. The relief when he slammed home again caused sparks to explode behind his eyes. He needed more of her, he needed all of her.
He transferred her wrists into one of his hands so he could free the other one. Gripping her thigh hard, he shifted it to drape over his shoulder, changing the angle of his thrusts. Thanking God that his Kitty was a flexible girl, he gave it to her hard and fast, the slap of his balls against her ass punctuating the air.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted as he fucked her like a madman, her inner muscles tensing around him. “Fuck me, fuck, fuck, fuck!”
Her last words ended on a shriek as her orgasm crashed through her. If he had been in control, the way he was used to, Monk would have enjoyed watching her fall apart. He could have ridden her through the orgasm and made her crest again. Purposely. But once her tight pussy started clamping and clenching around him, the base of his spine tingled, his balls tightened and he blew the tip off his dick with the power of his climax.
Grunting loudly at the force of his release, Monk’s hips hammered into Kitty, his cock jerking into her, making her moan as her pussy started up another round of clenching and clamping and milking. He was completely fucking lost in her, his climax bursting out of him, bathing her with his seed until he had nothing left. Yet his body still humped against her, not ready to leave the warm, wet haven of her pussy despite the sensitivity of his cock.
Minutes later, possibly hours going by his shuddering muscles and hopelessly limp dick, Monk slumped over Kitty. Breathing in the combined scent of sex and blood, his cougar let out a purr of satisfaction. Their mate had allowed them to have her, had demanded it really. It was a good fucking day. And as soon as he was able to move again, he’d pull her shirt to the side and remark her.
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nk closed his eyes, content and happy for the first time since he’d purposely hurt her so many years ago. This was where he was meant to be, buried deep inside his mate— With her hand shoving him away. Still a little boneless from the force of his climax, Monk rolled off Kitty with a groan, his cock sliding free of her.
That was fine. He’d just lie here until he had enough energy to put Kitty over his lap and spank her soft ass. He was the dominant male and if he wanted to sleep in the female he loved, he would and she’d like it. His cock should have been wrung out and waving the white flag, but the minute he thought about how tight and wet and hot Kitty’s pussy was, it stirred with interest.
Interest his mate didn’t share because he heard her moving next to him. “Well, that was nice,” she said in a bright, chipper tone.
Monk squinted at her through one eye to see her get to her feet, her skirt falling down to cover her gorgeous legs. “Nice?” he managed to croak, his voice rough from all the panting and grunting he’d done. She’d made him come like a porn star and she thought it was fun? How about amazing, or exceptional, or even awesome?
“Mm-hmm,” she murmured as she moved across the room to the dress form with things pinned in it like a voodoo doll. “Be sure to lock the door behind you when you leave.”
That roused Monk enough to sit up and stare at her. Kitty ignored him, picking up a length of fabric and draping it over the shoulder of the form. “Leave?” he asked, feeling like a fucking macaw, repeating everything she said. He cleared his throat and tucked his cock away to feel a little less vulnerable in the face of his insane mate. “I’m not leaving yet.”
She laughed, further proving she’d lost her fucking mind. “Of course you are. I have work to do.” She glanced at him over her shoulder, her dark eyes twinkling. “It was fun, Monk, but you didn’t think it was anything more than sex, did you?”
