by Poppy Rhys
If she’d learned one thing, it was that men were more ravenous and bent on pleasuring their partners with the promise of getting off afterward.
Willa stood at the edge of the bed, pulling him down until he was on his knees before her. She shivered, loving the look of him in that position. She sat on the bed, threading her fingers through his fuzzy, soft mane and pulling another groan from him.
Slowly, she guided his face toward her pussy, parting her knees wide and balancing on the edge of the bed. At his questioning gaze, she gave an encouraging nod.
His tongue darted out, the warm brush nicking the side of her clit and making her whole body jump.
“Fuck,” she exhaled roughly. A few more of those, and she’d be a goner. It really had been too long.
Again, she nodded at him, encouraging him to continue that.
Another flick of his scalding tongue right along the underside of her throbbing clit.
“Yes!” Willa moaned.
He tongued her like a sweet confection, driving her nearly mad in between licks. It couldn’t have been more than two or three seconds in between lashes, but it felt like eternity. Every time he whipped his tongue, it surprised her even though she knew, hoped, it was coming.
Her nails scraped against his skull, pulling at his mane and breathing heavy, begging him to finish her.
A groan vibrated her pussy on his next, long lick and Willa’s muscles tightened, pussy clenching and seizing as warmth flooded her veins and lights exploded behind her tightly shut eyelids.
Turning her head, she moaned into the side of her arm, riding his mouth like her life depended on it. By the end, she was breathless, weak, and spent.
Willa propped herself up on her elbows, smiling down at White Freckles goofily. “Now that deserves a reward.”
When she urged him to his feet, she slid from the bed down to her wobbly knees. Already his hips were jutting forward, as if begging her to work her mouth over him.
“Well, when you ask so nicely…” she grinned, knowing he probably couldn’t understand a word she said.
Willa devoured him, and his chest rumbled with an ongoing groan that made her wonder if he’d stop for a breath.
Both of her hands worked, stroked, and twisted while her saliva and his precum lubricated his length until her fingers glided like silk. His fists clenched at his side, and then traveled his chest, shoving into his mane and gripping, like he had this need to grab onto something, but had no idea what.
Her. He wanted to grab onto her.
Willa was about to tell him to wrap his fists in her hair, but she felt his cock jerking in her mouth. It was too late.
She twirled her tongue, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked on him, the fingers of one hand massaging the tightened sac below.
His body locked up, as if he was shocked still, unsure what to do.
His cock erupted, flooding her mouth with the sweet and salty seed. A mixture of labored breathing and uneven grunts shuddered from his chest as his balls continued to relax and tense, milking him.
Willa moaned around his length, pulling all she could from him before he popped free of her mouth and staggered backward.
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In the darkness, on the cushioned furniture he and the others slept on, he laid there in silence. His mind was a mess as he thought about what happened earlier with his keeper.
Willa.
He touched her.
She touched him.
She touched him like he was a stud, though he’d never seen a dam put her mouth there. In the compound he was trained, he’d seen dam’s coupling with studs a few times, and it was nothing like what he’d just witnessed, experienced.
The strange, abnormal sense of it all intrigued him.
He hoped she wanted to do it again.
Kyran leaned up, looking at her closed door longingly before he lay back down.
How was he ever going to get to sleep now?
CHAPTER NINE
Kyran paced by the door to the apartment, back and forth, waiting on their keeper to return. Again, she’d left them while she was out there, doing whatever it was she went to do.
Willa had on similar clothing she wore yesterday morning when exercising with the other female she spent most of her time with.
Why didn’t she take me with her?
He paused, staring at the door. Us. He meant, us. He and his pack brothers.
They could better protect her together. Had there ever been a single protector to watch over one individual? Kyran had never seen anyone sold in less than a pack of two. It was too dangerous. What if the protector got injured? There would be no others to defend the keeper.
Yes, us. He’d meant us.
But the thought of Willa touching Nohr or Sem like she touched him last night made his ears hot, and a strange wave of something he’d never felt before, and couldn’t describe, washed through him.
His fists clenched at his sides as he stood there, confused.
“You smell like her,” Nohr said suspiciously.
Kyran turned slowly, his skin growing hotter. He knew what that was; embarrassment. He’d felt it before when he got punished in his last retraining when he’d failed a routine because he was distracted.
He used the shower Willa taught them to operate, but even he still smelled a faint trace of her on his skin. Surprise that he liked it made his blood rush with a sense of possession, because that meant she probably still smelled like him too.
Kyran forced himself to sit down on the couch and calm down.
“We all smell like her,” he replied, scratching the back of his neck that was tingling. “She touched everything we sit on, or wear.”
Nohr didn’t look convinced as he shook his head, “Different.”
Sem looked at him then, scratching under the chin of their keeper’s pet as its chest vibrations got louder. “I smell it too.”
Kyran scratched at his chest, wondering why he suddenly itched as their stares bore holes into him. It was strange, but he didn’t want to tell them what happened. He didn’t want them to know the good feelings Willa gave him.
Either Nohr and Sem would be mad at him for touching their keeper, or they’d be curious, and maybe want to try it too.
Kyran didn’t want that.
He didn’t want them touching Willa in that way.
So, he shrugged, as if he didn’t know what they were talking about. “I do not know.” Never had he lied to his pack brothers, but there were no other options.
Kyran sighed, wondering when Willa would be back.
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“You’re disgustingly happy this morning,” Tosh scowled, keeping pace with her on the indoor track.
Willa laughed, because Tosh was right. There was a pep in her step, the future looked brighter, and she didn’t have a care in the world. Even the prospect of finding a way into the Wenden’s party seemed trivial.
An orgasm was nature’s happy pill, apparently.
“You’re seeing someone, aren’t you?” Tosh’s mouth fell open, and she actually grinned.
“What? I’m always happy!” Willa feigned a gasp. “You’re the one who needs to get laid.” She couldn’t even imagine Cobin getting his freak on, he was so straight laced. It wouldn’t surprise her if he penciled Tosh in for sex in his handy dandy weekly planner.
“You got laid?”
“That isn’t what I said.”
“You got laid!” Tosh exclaimed.
“Keep your voice down,” Willa whisper-yelled, waving at the two guys in the opposite lanes that gave them funny looks.
Nothing to see here!
“I’m hurt, Willa,” the blonde laid a hand on her chest when they stopped, collapsing onto a bench, “that you’d lie to me, your best friend, practically your sister, the one who loves you the most, your constant defender-”
“Oh, stuff it,” Willa snickered, throwing a towel at her face. Tosh waited patiently, her blue eyes staring expectantly for an explanation. After a lon
“I didn’t get laid,” she confessed. “We just, fooled around.”
“Do I know him?”
That little conscience that scolded her, saying last night was unethical reared its head and Willa hesitated. Tosh wouldn’t judge her, -she hoped- but she did feel a little embarrassed she’d mouth fucked one of the protectors.
She finally squeaked, “Sort of.”
“Who? Fergus? Juan? Liam?” Tosh rattled off names.
“No, no,” Willa bumped her shoulder, making her way to the hall after she scooped up her towel to wipe her face of sweat. “None of them.”
“Then who?”
Willa warily side eyed her best friend. “You have to promise, no judgments.”
Those clear blue eyes of hers narrowed automatically.
“You’re pre-judging me!”
“I am not!”
“You are! I know that look.”
Tosh sighed, biting her lips to keep from grinning knowingly. “Okay, okay, no judgments. This is me, not judging you right now.”
“White Freckles.” Willa winced.
Tosh looked confused. “What-”
Ding.
Recognition registered on her face, and Willa saw a myriad of expressions. She went from straight up confusion, to realization, to horror, to shock, and landed at disbelief.
Sometimes she hated that she knew Tosh so well.
“Are you kidding me?”
Willa’s mouth opened, and she was about to say, ‘I wish I was’, but then she realized that was a lie. She actually liked her time with White Freckles last night, and was a little shocked with herself that she had no regrets. That never happened. There was always something she regretted about her previous bed partners.
“No?”
“No?” Tosh repeated doubtfully. “You’re not sure?”
“I mean, no, I’m not kidding you, and color me surprised, but… I really liked it.”
“Hmm…”
“I know, I know,” Willa shook her head, “it’s… weird, maybe even wrong.”
“Wrong how?”
“Well… I stole them from Shad El’s because I needed muscle when we face the Wenden.”
Her eyes lit, realizing the moral dilemma. “Did he enjoy it?”
“He certainly seemed to.” They shared a knowing smirk. “But the nanotech is still learning their language. It’ll be a few days before Jonah’s program can be functional for communication, so I don’t know for sure.”
“Well, I don’t see the problem,” she shrugged, and Willa was a little doubtful.
This would be the moment where Tosh would point out all that could possibly go wrong. She relied on it more than she realized, then. It helped her make tough decisions, even if half the time she ignored the advice given.
“Don’t look at me like that.”
Willa squinted skeptically, “I can’t help it. That’s all you’re going to say?”
“Don’t get knocked up?”
“That was so helpful.”
Tosh shoulder checked her, and they shared a chuckle.
CHAPTER TEN
I’m gonna kill me a towering, muscled, candy red alien!
Willa seethed as she glanced at the clock. 1:22 AM.
The nightly moaning of a porn actress getting rammed -or so she surmised from all the ‘ram me harder, harder!’ screaming- had been going for the last half hour. It was driving her crazy.
Willa refused to leave her room tonight. She was exhausted and as much as the idea of getting off was titillating, sleep was more important.
She opened the top drawer of her nightstand, fishing around until she found the earplugs and shoved them in, sighing with relief as she rolled over and sunk back into the covers, falling into a peaceful, porn free sleep.
By the fourth night, she almost had it perfectly timed. 12:50 rolled around, and the moaning started. He was getting predictable, and while a part of her was amused, most of her wasn’t.
She entertained the idea that White Freckles would chill, since she’d rubbed one out for him two nights ago, but no, the porn just kept coming.
Willa flung the covers angrily, feet slapping the floor as she marched to her door. It hissed open, the projectors glow greeting her, and White Freckles on the couch.
“Get over here,” she whisper-yelled, pointing at the ground in front of her. Immediately he stood, almost too eagerly, and quickly made his way to stand before her.
That citrusy musk unique to him was emanating off his hot skin, and she inhaled a little deeper, eyelids lowering a smidge as she reveled in the heat that warmed her veins.
His sleep pants were pointing again, and Willa nearly slapped a palm to her forehead. He was already erect and eager to get to her side. She’d be amused, if she wasn’t so damn frustrated.
She curled her fingers around his wrist and pulled him into her bedroom. The door closed and she turned on him, pushing the frizzed bed hair out of her eyes and huffing.
“You’ve got to stop with the porn!” she yelled, flinging her hands in the air, noticing he flinched. “Some people have to sleep, and I’m one of them.”
Willa poked his chest angrily with each word, hating that he was so much taller than her at that moment. “I. Need. My. Sleep!”
He’d backed up with each poke until his legs were touching the foot of her bed, and he had nowhere else to go.
Willa stood there, chest rising and falling as she vented her frustration. When he looked to the side, as if her anger was intimidating him, she nearly growled.
Before she realized what she was doing, she pushed his chest, and he went tumbling backward onto the bed.
Willa pounced, climbing on top of him and quickly removing her shirt as she straddled his middle. Capturing his face between her hands, she leaned down, planting her lips against his.
They were firm, warm, and he was like a statue.
But then, on the second pull, he softened, that deep groan that revved her up vibrating through her skin and bones. All the pent-up irritation had come to a head.
Yelling at him had been therapeutic, in a completely unhealthy way, but all she wanted to do now was ride him to kingdom come.
She broke the kiss, shifting off him to discard her flimsy night shorts and fling them away. Her short nails dug until his chest, leaving dark tracks that had his hips humping upward, bouncing against her.
“You’ve been very bad,” she scolded, gripping his firm, strong jaw and squeezing just enough.
He looked at her, eyes wide, hungry, eager, and Willa knew exactly what he wanted, but that wasn’t what he was getting.
She didn’t want him in her mouth tonight. No, she wanted straight fucking. Angry, quick, satisfying.
“I should send you back out there to suffer through the night.”
Where did that come from?
Maybe she was on this dominant kick because she knew he couldn’t understand her words. At least, she didn’t think so.
Whatever the case, Willa was so wet she felt like a personal slip n’ slide. She wouldn’t make good on that threat. She was too turned on to let him walk out of there.
She reached behind her, slipping a hand into his pants and pulling his cock free. Willa stood on the bed, balancing on her feet as she slowly squatted, positioning him at her opening. Her teeth dug into her bottom lip as the head wedged in.
Just the tip stretched her, and for a fleeting second, she wondered if this was a wise idea.
White Freckles was breathing hard, and as if he couldn’t help himself, he jerked upward, wedging another inch inside her clenching pussy.
Willa gasped.
She pulled up, letting it rest at her opening before she slid down again, her slick coating him and making the second attempt easier, pleasurable.
Carefully, she sunk down a little further, pulling up, and dropping to take another inch. Up, down, up, down, until they were both sweating with the effort to fit together. The ridges along the top of his cock bumped against her g-spot, eliciting a moan that couldn’t be stopped.
When she sunk as far as she could go, she carefully shifted to her knees, straddling him like a mount and feeling like she was balancing on a pole. The sense of being fully stuffed was new to her, as no human man had ever stretched her so completely.
Willa leaned down, digging her fingers into his shoulders as she captured his mouth hungrily. She could feel his inexperience with how awkwardly he kissed, but it only turned her on more, the idea that she was teaching him exactly what she liked.
He was focused on her, only her. She felt her pussy tightening around him, a shiver rolling over her spine and pulling at every muscle in her body.
It felt good. She hadn’t even started, but she instinctively knew it would be the best ride of her life.
Willa pressed her hands into his chest as she lifted her fleshed hips and dropped back down onto his lap.
They both moaned.
Her mouth fell open at the little sparks of electricity floating down her skin with every lift and drop of her body down onto his.
She’d had enough time to get used to the feeling, her body adjusted, and she was ready.
Up, down, she lifted and slid back on him much faster. Her ass slapped against his skin, the popping of flesh driving her sex craved mind into overdrive.
Grabbing his hands, she placed one on her breast, and the other on her hip. She needed to feel him on her.
“Mmm,” she moaned, her rhythm thrown off when he squeezed her breast, those short black claws scraping against her sensitive flesh in the best way.
Her nails dug into his chest as she felt the tips of his claws nearly piercing the skin of her hip, he gripped so hard.
“Yes!” Willa gasped when he pinched a nipple between his fingertips, testing it. His heavy breathing was pitching her closer and closer to that bliss she craved.
Suddenly, he drew a loud, sharp breath, his body locking up under her, his hands kneading her like a pincushion and hips jerking, humping upward, meeting her rhythm.
His cock was like a granite rod, impaling her.
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