LickingHerWounds

by Fran Lee

  “Is that what cats call it? We call it copulation. Breeding. But Hallie seemed to enjoy it very much. I would really like to feel that.”

  She sat up, and the heat of his body was intense through his shirt and her dress. “Please. I want to touch you.”

  He shuddered and she bit her lip, wondering if he was disgusted with her again. She withdrew her hand slowly and watched as his eyes grew dark and his chest heaved for breath. “Are you shifting?” she whispered softly.

  Cal brought himself under tight control, shaking his head in answer to her frightened question. “No, little one. I’m not. I would very much like for you to touch me.” He reached for his belt buckle and unfastened it, then unbuttoned his too-snug jeans and unzipped, watching her eyes widen as his cock broke free of its confinement and seemed to be searching for her hand. His heart hammered so hard he was afraid she would become frightened and run. Instead she touched the wet slit on his throbbing crown with one slim finger, then came up to her knees, forcing him back onto the cold linoleum floor, and as he stared incredulously down his body at her she took him into her hot mouth and began to lick and suck mindlessly. Ah, gods…her teeth were changing! He was ready to grab her and pull her off, but instead of clamping her teeth into his cock she ran her lips and tongue up the veined side then went down over his cock as if born to it.

  He threaded his fingers into her thick silver hair, ready to stop her if she suddenly shifted on him, but her eager sucking deepened. Her jaw opened to allow his cock to reach the back of her throat and intense pleasure washed over him as he shuddered and came with a guttural shout of exultation, feeling her taking every drop of his seed and swallowing greedily.

  Her mouth was sweet and hot as she drained him, and as he lay there savoring her mouth on him, he felt the pinpricks of her fangs gently breaking the skin of his cock, and another massive orgasm flooded him like a tidal wave as he threw his head back and brought his knees up reflexively to lift his hips and give her everything. Sweet gods! He could not stop the ejaculation.

  Her mind was whirling as she swallowed his seed. Her vulva was clenching as if searching for what she held in her mouth and Jessie wanted more… Instinct took over and she felt the blood throbbing through the thick rod of flesh that she was gobbling so hungrily. She wanted desperately to taste it, but sensing that she might kill him if she became too eager, she merely broke the skin and swallowed the delicious metallic drops that erupted. A white-hot shot of pleasure surged through her body and she whimpered as she orgasmed convulsively. Her action brought a fresh ejaculation that she devoured with trembling pleasure, and after she had drained him once again she licked the small wounds she had made. Then she crawled up his body, intent on taking what her alpha had offered.

  He lifted his head to stare into her eyes with his glazed golden orbs and she noted that the pupils had become slits. He was fighting not to change. But with her need aroused to desperation, Jessie decided that if she had to die to feel him inside her, she would gladly die. Instinct drove her, and the smattering of knowledge gained from watching Jock and the alpha female copulating gave her courage. She had watched Hallie as she had risen over Cal in the shady copse of trees and she had seen how his body had slowly, gently entered hers as she had sunk down over him.

  “Jessie, Hallie was no virgin when you saw us together…” he replied to her unspoken thought. “There will be pain for you. I don’t want to hurt you.” His voice was ragged as she slowly worked the thick crown of his cock into the warm, wet heat of her untried cunt until she was certain she was positioned properly.

  She swallowed hard and drew a deep breath. “I would take all the pain in the world to feel you inside me.” Biting her lip, she lowered her body slowly over his erect shaft…and stopped with a gasp as a stinging pain shot through her where he was lodged.

  “Stop…please…” He clenched his teeth and his hands circled her waist to lift her away.

  “No!” Her sharp response made his eyes widen and made her stiffen, expecting an angry rebuke and a hard cuff to the head for her impertinence. The pain inside her stretched entrance was forgotten as she stared down into his amazed face, waiting for his reaction. But when nothing happened except that his hands reached to cup her breasts through the thin yellow dress and his hips lifted slowly to press deeper still, now that the barrier to her vagina had been disposed of, she closed her eyes and whimpered at the feel of heavy, silken steel slowly stretching her ‘til his thick root was seated flush against her body. Pressing deliciously against her pleasure center.

  Cal’s attempt to stop her from continuing was met with a feral snarl and a harsh refusal to allow him to lift her off his cock. And an instant look of fear and contrition in those amazing silver eyes made him ache to show her that he would never abuse her. The slow inward slide of his cock told him that she had succeeded in deflowering herself and he smelled her virgin’s blood as she slowly sank over him until her tight sweet channel was embracing every inch of him. His hands cupped her slight but delightfully round breasts, and when his throbbing glans pressed against her womb he nearly lost all control. A rumbling growl erupted from his chest with the pleasure that filled him and he instinctively rolled his head aside to allow her to take the vein between his neck and his shoulder to complete the bond.

  He carefully flexed his hips and guided her to lift slightly and lower her oh so tight sheath over him again and again, and he watched her flushed face as she placed her palms flat over his chest, feeling the taut nubs of his aroused nipples. If she chose to accept him, she must take his blood. There must be an exchange of blood and seed. He had bitten her…

  Only then did it strike him. She already had taken his blood! Not from the usual place, to be sure, but she had drunk his seed and his blood together. And his climax had been amazing. Just as hers had when he had sunk his fangs into her pussy and had devoured her cream and her sweet blood.

  Chapter Seven

  Jessie felt a shot of pure elation fill her belly, running upward to her nipples and back to her body where they were joined. The thick, hard length of the cock that impaled her was distending the untried walls of her channel and the opening at the full, rounded tip of his shaft was kissing her womb with each slow undulation of their bodies against each other. His chest was taut, the hard muscles of his torso and arms popping with sinuous veins that carried hot blood through his body, and she suddenly wanted to feel his palms on her skin instead of through the dress.

  She reached over her back and dragged the thin yellow material up and off her body, and heard his deep growl of satisfaction as her breasts were bared. His body curved upward like a shot, and his mouth took the pearled nipple of one breast deep as he gently kneaded and pinched the tip of her other with his thumb and fingers.

  She had wondered before why Hallie had screamed and begged him not to stop, but now the reason was crystal-clear as she thought the world had dropped out from under her. The deep thrusts took on a whole different sensation as he sucked hungrily on her sensitive nipple, then shifted his mouth to the other as if he could not get her breast deep enough into his hot mouth.

  His growls of ecstasy mingled with her cries of pleasure as her instincts took over completely and she fell onto his chest and sank her fangs into the hard corded muscle between his shoulder and neck. She came apart with a howl of pleasure as his blood filled her mouth and his seed pumped hot and hard into her clenching channel.

  The orgasm that took him to the stars continued to throb and sizzle through his body as his little wolf licked and nuzzled the closing wounds on his shoulder as they lay in a heap on the kitchen floor, panting and returning to sanity after their bonding was complete. His engorged cock was still inside her. His hands moved up and down the silken skin of her back and ass as she murmured against his shoulder and gently rocked her pelvis on his semi-solid cock, making him wish that their mating could continue for eternity. Her pussy was still holding him prisoner and he had no desire to escape. As she nipped the lob
e of his ear and ran her somewhat longer nails over his sensitive nipples, he shifted his position to get a better angle and slowly lifted his hips, smiling at the deep moan of pleasure that came from her throat.

  “The bed would probably be more comfortable.” He ran his lips across her jaw and sucked at her exposed earlobe.

  “I don’t want to let you out,” she moaned.

  “Who said you would have to let me out?” He laughed softly, and wrapped his arms firmly around her as he rose from the floor and headed for the stairs.

  “Oh…this feels very good too…” she gasped, her head pressing into the curve of his throat as he adjusted her so that he could remain buried in her slim body as he climbed. His heart was pounding as he reached the top of the stairs and strode down the hallway to the room he had decided would be his.

  “You make me hungry, little wolf,” he murmured against the skin of her neck.

  She lifted her head and met his golden gaze, and she blinked. “There’s more venison…”

  As he carried her into the master bedroom that Hallie had slept in, now furnished with a double bed, he laughed and shook his head. “Hunger comes in many forms, Jessie. And after I satisfy my little mate, I intend to devour her again…and again…”

  Hallie awoke to the sensation of Cal’s joy, and with a sigh she slipped from the bed she shared with Gar and paced to the window, staring out at the sliver of new moon and the darkness of the woods beyond the big house. She was about to turn back to the bed when large, calloused hands slipped about her from behind and a solid, aroused body pressed against her back.

  “I feel him…” she whispered softly, leaning her head back against Gar’s hard shoulder. “They’ve bonded.”

  Gar kissed the side of her neck and gently pinched her puffy nipples between thumbs and forefingers. His hard, silken cock slid between her ass cheeks. “I know. I felt it, as well.” He sighed and nibbled the side of her neck. “Will you make love with me, Hallara?” His voice was rough with passion and need and she knew that he would satisfy her well if she accepted his offer. She adored her alpha mate. She loved his gentle, loving attentions and his eagerness to please her. He was the perfect mate—considerate and concerned for her satisfaction before his own. But where Gar was the epitome of male beauty and a wonderful bed partner, her beta mate, Cal, had filled other needs within her that Gar simply couldn’t.

  Cal had been young, eager and totally uninhibited, taking her anywhere, anytime…bent over the sofa or splayed over the patio table. His constant need for her had been flattering and his attentions had been breathtaking. And, as with all female Seronta shifters, her sexual appetites were nearly insatiable since her first change. Often, when Gar had slipped into deep sleep after their vigorous love play, she would find herself craving the eager attentions of her beta mate, who would leave her worn out and sated beyond belief. Or he would take her at the same time that Gar took her, and the delicious pleasure of her two mates filling her had always left her limp and bonelessly delighted.

  She had failed him. She had allowed her duties to interfere with her attention to her young and exuberant second mate, and he had chosen another.

  Because Seronta females in their first change needed more sex than one male could provide, males often volunteered to remain in harems, or to swap mates so that their females could enjoy the variety if not the quantity of multiple mates. Cal had been raised to expect that his old playmate, Frea, would be his own mate…and when she had matured earlier than he and had found a harem of hot young cats to meet her requirements, she had moved on, leaving Cal with his brother, and not a female leopard in sight. She felt a pang of regret as she thought of how he must have suffered, having the only female available to him ignore his needs so callously.

  He had bonded tonight with the Lykos—she had felt it as if it had been her body receiving his. And the bonding had continued for many hours. It was at that point she had felt the deepest regret for her lax attitude toward her second mate. And yet how could she begrudge him the joy of his own soul mate?

  Now as she turned into Gar’s embrace and lifted her leg to wrap it around his hip to allow him access to her wet core, she visualized Cal’s golden hair and the insatiable need he had for her. Gar thrust deep and hard, whispering huskily in her ear, “Yes, Hallara…think of us both inside you once more…think of his body pressed against your back as I fill you. Take everything I have, and let me ease your need…”

  And as his cock slipped from her clenching pussy and slid deep into her tight rosette, and his fingers found her clit as he leaned her back into the wall beside the window, she could almost imagine both of her powerful mates indulging her one last time.

  Go with the gods, Cal.

  Cal awoke with a start as he heard Hallie’s voice inside his head. He inhaled the scent of his own little mate, who lay sleeping in his arms. As much as he cared for Hallie he knew that Gar would meet her needs well.

  He sensed Hallie’s sadness. He closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath, calming the instinctive need to comfort her and thrilling to the feel of the sweet, slim body wrapped around him. Torn, he lay quietly as he considered his options. Hallie deserved to hear from his lips the words that he knew would cause her pain. After eight years of being her beta mate, he owed her that much. He had found his soul mate.

  He rose gently from the bed. His mate snuggled into the warmth his head had left on the pillow and his heart clenched to know that she was his alone. He hated to leave her even for the few minutes it would take him to run to the big house and share the news of his own mating.

  He closed his eyes, bending to kiss Jessie’s soft shoulder before he slipped quietly from the room. He didn’t bother to dress. He stepped out onto the roof through the attic gable and simply shifted, leaping to the overgrown lawn with lithe grace and stretching into a ground-swallowing sprint down the wooded slope to the house he had lived in only yesterday. He jumped easily from the garden to the verandah roof, and from there, he hopped gracefully onto the balcony leading to the room he and Gar had often shared with Hallie. He heard her soft cries of pleasure and knew that his sibling was doing all in his power to give her what they had always given her together.

  He stood with his hand on the glass and sent her his thoughts. I have found her, Hallie. Please forgive me for leaving you.

  A few moments later the French doors opened and she stood there in her robe, her lips curving in an understanding smile. “Nothing to forgive, Cal. I sensed that this day would come. I wish you all the love you and Gar showed me. Please don’t be sad. I am thrilled for you.” She reached up and lightly kissed him on the cheek, then she was gone, the curtains fluttering as she returned to Gar’s arms.

  He drew a calming breath. He had worried for nothing. It had truly been a miracle that had brought this amazing woman into their lives. Hallie had always had more common sense than he and Gar put together. He smiled as he shifted and made the easy jump to the manicured lawn below. Familiar scents filled his sensitive nostrils as he moved toward the high wall and sailed easily over it before running back up the hill to his own mate. Then he stopped in his tracks, frozen as he searched the breeze for the scent trail he’d just found. It had been there for one hackle-raising moment, then it had been gone as quickly as it had come to him.

  He peered keenly toward the dense trees that lined the pot-hole strewn lane and allowed his senses to seek the hot, rangy tang of Lykos. Nothing moved. Perhaps it had been his imagination. After a long, tense moment, he relaxed and moved on.

  Chapter Eight

  She lay alone in the rumpled bed, desperately wishing for Cal to return but fearing that he would not come back to her. She rolled over to draw in the scent of his body that remained on the sheet and pulled the cloth up to her face, her damn human tears coursing down her cheeks. He had mated with her. He had told her he loved her. And then he had gone back to his feline mate. The bastard!

  She had shared his blood and seed and he had taken her bloo
d. Was that how cats mated? When Lykos took mates, it was for life. One mate. Wasn’t that the right thing? But Cal had said that Hallie was his mate too—a shared mate who enjoyed two males. It was so confusing. And so depressing. She flung the pillow as far across the room as she could.

  The idea of Cal going back to Hallie—of him thrusting into her body and pressing open-mouthed kisses to her breasts—left Jessie throbbing and panting on the sheet, and she sat up with a sob. As the omega in her pack she had never expected to mate, but Cal had promised that there were no omegas in the Seronta Clan. He had given her hope. And he had given her ecstasy beyond her imaginings. But knowing that he was with the beautiful cat left her feeling empty and aching inside. Wasn’t she enough for him? Did he need more than one female in one night?

  She rose from the bed and made her way to the window overlooking the back of the property, leaning her forehead against the cool glass. It was beyond her comprehension, this strange mating habit of the cats. And even though she liked the idea of being Cal’s blood mate, she had no love at all for the idea that he still kept Hallie as his feline mate. He belongs to me! It didn’t matter that Hallie had been his mate before. He was Jessie’s mate now, and she wasn’t happy about having to share. These cat habits did not sit well with her at all. She grew even angrier.

  Her thoughts were jumbled. She felt a wave of gooseflesh travel the length of her body and she realized that her vision was changing. She could see the thermal trail of an owl swooping from the trees to snatch an unwary night-feeder. The familiar tingling at the base of her spine grew and she swallowed, realizing that she was about to shift. No! She couldn’t shift now! She had barely learned what it felt like to make love to her Seronta mate. And she instinctively knew that he would not want her if she was back in her wolf form.