Sinsperationally Yours

by Prince, Nikki

  “Mandy, Mandy, Mandy.”

  Maverick’s hoarse voice whispered her name like a mantra, spurring her on. Wrapping her fingers around his thick cock, she nestled her head between his legs, licking the tip of his engorged member in soft strokes. His hands clenched and unclenched the sheets, his chest heaving with heavy pants as she took more of him into her wet warmth.

  “Fuck.”

  Bobbing her head, Mandy swallowed more of his girth, saliva running down the sides of his steel cock and coating his thick member fully. Maverick groaned, his right hand curling into her hair, holding her steady as his left hand searched further back, his tapered fingers running across the horn near her nape.

  Pleasure cursed through her as fast as lightening and her whimper of delight around Maverick’s cock made him curse again. His fingers brushed over her shoulder and she tensed waiting for another touch, another stroke into the speed highway of intense pleasure. Instead, he flexed his hips, feeding her more of his cock. She took him eagerly, a new desperation rising in her: to make him come.

  The rough and unexpected touch over her horn, made her groan and almost lose her grip on Maverick’s engorged member. Closing her eyes, she increased the speed and pressure of her sucking, a need bigger than her own, driving her. She needed to taste Maverick fully. Even though her juices slid down her thighs and her clit once again throbbed without mercy, she bobbed her head sucking and licking and bringing out curses and moans from the large man.

  “Mandy.”

  The warning in Maverick’s voice was unmistakable, and she redoubled her efforts. Reaching between his legs, she searched for his puckered pink hole. Finding it coated with her dribbling saliva, she pushed into it with her pinky, searching for his sweet spot.

  “Fuck, baby.” With a harsh groan, Maverick pulled at her hair attempting to pull her off, but she didn’t budge, instead sucking harder. His hips pistoned back and forth fucking her mouth, one, two, three times before he was growling and cursing, long strings of come sliding down her throat. Swallowing every drop until he had no more to offer, she finally released his flaccid cock and sat up, smiling.

  “You like?”

  “Mandy.” With a warm smile, Maverick grabbed her and pulled her into his embrace, devouring her mouth in a sweet kiss. “It was amazing.”

  Laughing, Mandy nuzzled against his shoulder. He smelled sweat mixed with a hint of a spicy cologne and an undercurrent of something musky and uniquely his.

  “It’s my turn.” Maverick declared, flipping her over and spreading her legs with the width of his shoulders. He didn’t give her time to respond, delving into her dripping pussy like a man deprived of food. Mandy cried out in ecstasy as he teased her slit, exploring her folds. She writhed beneath him, her horns brushing against the cotton sheets and intensifying every touch, lick and caress of her lover.

  “You taste exquisite.” He pushed his tongue into her opening, lapping at her juices. Mandy bucked, her hips flexing as he sampled her. Maverick pulled away, burying his nose in her folds and sliding it back and forth against her moistness. “And smell so good.” Mandy whimpered in response, clenching the sheets in an effort to keep grounded. One of his fingers entered her, her pussy muscles automatically clenching around it like a lifeline. “I could eat you all day, sweetheart.” Maverick alternated between nibbling and licking with the tip or the flat of his tongue. Mandy couldn’t keep still, rocking back and forth in a frenzy.

  “Please.”

  Another finger joined the first, the digits seesawing in and out of her. Mandy toyed with her breasts, pulling at the nipples with just the right amount of pressure.

  “Please, please, Maverick.” She was so close to nirvana she could almost taste it. Maverick ignored her, teasing and exploring at his own pace, little by little driving her insane. Her legs trembled and she pulled at his hair, demanding he do something about her out of control body.

  “Please.” The imploration converted into a high-pitched squeal as Maverick pursed his lips over her clit and sucked, hard.

  “Maverick.”

  He pressed the underside of her clit with the tip of tongue and threw her off the edge. She had barely returned from the peak of her release when Maverick was piercing through her, the head of his shaft gliding inside with ease. The delicious friction of the rigid member stretched her sensitive walls and reawakened her libido. She lifted her hips, eager to take him inside of her to feel him moving against her.

  “Open your eyes, sweetheart.” His gruff voice commanded her to obey and she pried her eyes open, falling prisoner to the dark storm of his gaze. She looked away but he grasped her chin, forcing her to keep her eyes on him and see the lust mingled with a deeper emotion dancing in his depths. Brushing his lips over hers, he stilled, buried to the hilt.

  “You feel like paradise.”

  Mandy whimpered as Maverick pulled back, emptying her of his steel heat and living her bereft. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she brought him closer, kissing him and rocking her hips against him, silently begging him to make her his. Groaning, Maverick thrust in and out, slowly at first, then faster as her cries spurred him on. She gasped, holding on to his shoulders, her nails leaving half moon marks as he pounded into her hard.

  “Yes, oh Hell, yes.” Incoherent words spilled from her mouth as his pelvic bone brushed against her clit, another orgasm quickly building. Abruptly, he pulled her into a sitting position and grasped one of her horns, pinching it. Mandy threw her head back, crying out in sheer ecstasy.

  “Close?”

  Mandy nodded, unable to speak as Maverick teased another horn. He slid his left hand under her ass, keeping her steady as he pumped into her in short strokes while with his other hand he pinched a third protuberance.

  “Are you ready to come, sweetheart?” his gruff voice whispered in her ear. Mandy had no time to reply. Maverick’s fangs pierced through her neck as his fingers slid down her spine, touching every one of her horns like a pianist running his fingers across the keys.

  “Maverick,” she screamed as her orgasm crashed into her.

  Chapter Five

  Mandy woke up feeling sated. Gone was the wretched frenzy to rub against anything in an attempt to reach her climax. She stretched gingerly, her body aching pleasurably. An arm tightened around her waist and she turned to face the man that held her.

  Maverick.

  Her heart accelerated, swelling as a warm feeling filled her chest. Last night, she refused to believe, but this had to be it. He was it. After last night and the countless orgasms, there was no denying that he was her mate, the man with the ability to make her reach orgasm. He slept soundly, his breathing heavy and relaxed, his lips slightly parted. An overwhelming desire to kiss him took over, followed by the urge to snuggle in his arms and kiss a path down his taut stomach to his semi-erect member nestled between them. Fear gripped her. She was horny again. Doubts assaulted her. She hadn’t looked in the mirror since she’d met Maverick. It was time.

  Scuttling out of his embrace, she raced to find a mirror. She stumbled into the bathroom, swallowing down her nerves as she glanced at her reflection. Her hair was mused, her lips bee stung. She had a glow about her she didn’t even know she could possess; yet paralyzing dread gripped her. She couldn’t look at her horns. She couldn’t gaze at them and see them as blue as always, the countdown to her life continuing as if nothing had ever occurred.

  “Turn.” Maverick’s voice floated from the bathroom door. He came to stand at her side, stooping to drop a kiss on her cheek. “Look at them, sweetheart.” His eyes bore through hers across the mirror’s reflection.

  “I can’t,” she mumbled.

  “Sure you can. Here, just give me a hug.”

  She didn’t hesitate to comply with his request and turned into his comforting embrace. He held her close, leaning his cheek on her head. Mandy closed her eyes, breathing in his musky male scent and enjoying the quiet reassurance of his presence. He gently tipped her head, until his lips found
hers, teasing them with a light kiss. She tangled her fingers in his long locks, craving more.

  “Twist your head,” he whispered, brushing her hair to one side and sliding his fingers down her spine and across her horns. Mandy shivered. “Come on.”

  Slowly, she twisted until she could see some of her back. Her jaw dropped.

  “They’re- they’re, red,” she stumbled on her words, staring at the reflection and then at Maverick as if he could somehow explain.

  Maverick chuckled. His eyes lit up and a dimple she hadn’t noticed the night before appeared on his right cheek. “I think I cured you of your Blue Horns, eh?”

  “Yes, but, they’re red. Oh my, what if—”

  Pulling her lush against him, Maverick silenced her with a heart-stopping kiss that had her blood pounding in her ears and scorching liquid gathering between her thighs.

  “I don’t know much about horns for I don’t have any, but I do know that just like magical tattoos, horns turn a shade of red when a demon has found their mate.

  “But—that means--“she paused, tracing the red tattoos on his chest.

  “Your human nature screams that it’s irrational, but this,” he grasped her hand and held it over the tribal symbols on his chest, “confirms it.”

  “What color were they originally?”

  “Black and blue.”

  Taking a deep breath, Mandy glanced into Maverick’s eyes. He stared back at her with a calmness she was nowhere near feeling.

  “I’m scared,” she confessed. “You’re a demon, I’m a human. I don’t date demons, you’re too complicated with all your rules and regulations and weird jobs and—” She paused, turning once more to look at her now red horns. They had decided that Maverick, the nightmare demon was her mate. She glanced back at him. His expression was unreadable. Wasn’t he worried? “What if we don’t click? What if we disagree about our values and goals and—“

  “Hush, Mandy. Of course, there will be questions, confusions, disagreements, arguments, and reconciliation.”

  “But—”

  “Like in any other relationship.” Maverick leaned into her, resting his forehead against hers, his eyes overflowing with love and comprehension. “Fate, luck or whatever you want to call it has given us a helping hand in finding each other when your time was running out. Sweetheart, if we hadn’t crashed into each other, we would have both been doomed to a loveless life.” Mandy shivered at his words, recalling how she’d felt the day before at the confirmation of that fact on the demon forum. “It’s scary, baby, but I’m not about to let you walk away from me just because you’re frightened. Yes, I am a demon and you’re a partial demon and it’ll be strange and maybe complicated, but your parents were a mixed couple and they did okay and--”

  “But—”

  Maverick brushed his lips over hers, effectively quieting her.

  “But we’ll figure it out. Our lives won’t be perfect, no life is, but we’ve accomplished the hardest part, we’ve found each other. We’re meant to be, sweetheart. You can deny it all you want, but our bodies knew it from the start, both my demon marks and your horns. Our minds, more specifically your mind, is just taking a little longer to catch up. We’re meant to be, sweetheart.”

  Mandy took a step back and gazed at Maverick. Could she spend the rest of her life with him? Something in her chest tightened and the horns at her back prickled with awareness. Could she spend it without him? Reaching for his hand, she threaded their fingers together. Her body tingled with excitement and newfound love. He was right. Smiling, she glanced up at him. There were many things she didn’t know about Maverick, but for the first time there was one thing she was certain of: he was the one for her.

  “Promise there won’t be any nightmares?”

  Grinning, Maverick pulled her into his embrace, hugging her tightly against him. Mandy closed her eyes, resting her head against the muscled torso of her soul mate, feeling his heartbeat beneath her ear and relishing the knowledge that her future was no longer a sad, solitary affair but one full of hope and promise.

  Maverick brushed his fingers through her hair, intimately. “No, sweetheart, no nightmares for you. I’m going to make sure that you only get the best dreams ever, starting right now.” With a devilish chuckle, he swept her off her feet and carried her to the bedroom where he proceeded to show her what sort of dreams she’d be having from that day forward.

  The End

  The Curse

  By Doris O’Connor

  Chapter One

  "Ladies, and gentleman, boys and girls, give it up for our main attraction tonight. I give you Silas and his dancing bear."

  A round of applause erupted under the big top, and bile rose in Angelique's throat. This was insane, and barbaric, and needed to be stopped. Unfortunately her petition to the council to stop the Cirques des Monstres had fallen on deaf ears. She suspected plenty of creasing of the palms with hard cash had done the convincing before she ever had a chance to voice her well-researched and documented objections.

  The mere name of this freak show made her blood boil. They were animals, not monsters, and none of them should be made to perform under these bright lights and in these appalling conditions. The noise levels alone would send their sensitive hearing into overdrive.

  Granted, she had not found anything on-line that she could use on this particular circus. In fact, her digging had shown up nothing at all, and that just made her more suspicious. They had to be hiding something sinister, so she had paid her admission fee, and queued up with what seemed like half the village to see the show, which hadn't been half bad, she had to admit.

  However, the tigers jumping through hoops and the lion performing tricks had her grab the spray can hidden in her bag so tight, that her fingers ached, and now it was the bear's turn.

  Angelique had a weakness for bears. Such beautiful, strong creatures should never be kept in chains, and made to dance—dance—of all things. Why anyone would want to subject a bear to such indignity was beyond her. She glanced at the brochure and glared at the image of Silas, the owner of said bear. He was a handsome devil, for sure, tall, well built, and even in this grainy picture and with him wearing far too much stage make up, her traitorous hormones gave a little lurch. She rolled her eyes and screwed up the brochure in disgust. He was the enemy here, she had to remember that.

  Angelique heard the bear's roar before he entered the arena and a shiver went down her spine. An expectant hush fell on the assembled crowd when a huge grizzly bear ambled into the big top. He was magnificent and completely unrestrained.

  Angelique rubbed her eyes to make sure, but sure enough, no chains, no marks, just a beautiful animal shaking his fur. The bear raised his head and sniffed the air and then seemed to look straight at her. His intelligent brown eyes raked her over from head to toe, and Angelique's throat went dry, when he seemed to smile at her and bowed his head. A large hand rested on the animal's head, and Angelique blinked again. The man that hand belonged to was the most breath-taking specimen of male she had ever seen. The pictures in the brochure did not do him justice.

  Standing at least six and half feet tall, he was all toned muscle, abs, and ass. The open waistcoat he wore over his naked torso left nothing to the imagination, and the jeans clung to muscular thighs and accentuated the impressive bulge in his groin. She couldn't help but wonder if he was in proportion all over and heat rushed into her cheeks at the mere thought.

  Judging by the sighs of the assembled females in the crowd, she wasn't the only one falling under Silas's spell, yet he seemed to only look at her.

  Eyes the exact same color of the bear seared her very soul with the intensity of his gaze, and a slow heating burn started in her midriff and traveled to her core. This was insane. She never reacted to any man like this, let alone one she hadn't even spoken to. One that represented everything she hated about humans and the way they treated their animals.

  Silas seemed to control the animal with the sheer power of his mind a
nd murmured words that Angelique couldn't catch, and she too fell under his spell. Unable to tear her own gaze away she watched mesmerized as man and beast turned as one and performed to the audience.

  Far from being degrading this was a beautiful dance of give and take, and the reason for Angelique's presence here at the circus fled her befuddled brain. By the time man and bear bowed to the audience at the end of their act, Angelique could scarce draw breath into her lungs. Every cell in her body yearned to touch man and bear alike, to run her fingers through the animal's fur, and the long hair framing Silas's harsh features. His hair was the exact same color of the bear's fur, and their movements were as synchronized as though they were one. They seemed to merge into one and the same in her mind, and Angelique shook her head to clear it off these fanciful notions.

  The rest of the show passed in a blur. Too engrossed in trying to process her reaction to Silas and his bear to take much else in, Angelique jumped when one of the clowns she'd laughed at earlier, touched her arm.

  "Miss? Miss? You okay? Show is over. Time to go home."

  "Sorry, is it?" She blinked to get her eyes to focus and the clown smiled at her.

  "Yes, five minutes ago. I saw you still sitting here, and I thought I best check you're okay."

  Angelique mustered a smile and her rescuer sighed in seeming relief.

  "Yes, I'm fine. I'll be off then, but tell me, Silas? Is it possible to speak to him? I would like to ask him some questions regarding the treatment of his bear."