“It was beautiful, Simi.”
She circled a nipple with a single finger, spinning the nub round and round. It grew harder with every pass as Brand’s heart rate increased even more with each second. She recognized the signs of pleasure he displayed from her own time under his ministrations.
She shifted up. “You like that, don’t you?”
Brand pulled her down for a kiss. “I do.”
“What else?” she teased, smile forming with ease.
He pulled her on top of him, his hardness throbbing against her belly. “Plenty.”
“Will I like it?”
A kiss was his first answer, soft and open-mouthed, tongue playfully flicking, but not entering. “If I do it right, yes. Always. And if I don’t, you can hit me and order me to keep trying until I get it right.”
“All right…Brand?”
“Yes, my love?”
“I’m ready for more.”
Brand pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’d love for you to claim me. Make me yours. I want a mark. I want to make love to you, fill you, and then have you bite me.” He stroked the juncture of his neck and shoulder with his hand. “Right here.”
Oh, Isa liked that idea. Other wolves, birds, creatures of every kind would know that Brand was hers. And hers alone.
“Please?” She leaned forward, teeth scraping the skin, lightly abrading it, but not enough to break the surface.
Brand arched his hips beneath her, hardness pressing against her bare pussy, those telltale tingles shifting within her once more, his groan of pleasure echoing her own. Oh, she wanted that feeling again. But this time, she wanted him…inside her.
She levered her body over him and scooted down, torso hovering over his groin. Propping herself on her knees, she unbuckled his belt and went to work on his underwear and slacks. He lay passive and she appreciated the gesture of trust. It was important for her to learn how to take back some of the control Malcolm had beaten out of her.
Brand raised his hips, helping her shimmy the underwear and pants down his legs until they were off.
She crawled up from his feet to his lower torso, eyes staring at the beautiful hard-on between his muscular thighs. She ran a finger down the hardness and it twitched in response, causing her to giggle.
“Hey, woman,” he growled. “No laughing at the man bits.”
She cocked her head. “That’s what you call it?”
“Hmm?” He rocked his hips.
She stroked him from top to bottom with the palm of her hand, silk-covered steel shifting beneath her touch.
“Man bits? Not very sexy, Brand.” She rubbed her finger over the slit at the tip of his erection where a milky drop had formed. She gathered it and brought it to her lips, tongue snaking out for a taste.
Isa perked up, stretching, sated from Brand’s attentions. “Mmm.” Simi and Isa liked it—it had a salty-sweetness to it with a hint of Wolfie. Their essence intrigued her, making her want to do to him what he’d done to her. She stared, licking her lips as she thought about taking him into her mouth for the first time. “I want to suck your man bits.”
“You’re going to be the death of me.” He mumbled and chuckled, arm thrown across his face. “Cock, Simi. Or dick. How about prick?”
She wrinkled her nose. “I take it you don’t like it when I call it that?” He didn’t respond, instead, he just lay there breathing heavy. Simi leaned forward and flicked her tongue across the small opening at the head of his cock, gathering more of his taste into her mouth. “Yummy.” She purred as the fluid spread over her taste buds.
“Do that again.” It was a low, whispered order, but Isa knew he was just feeling the need. What she’d felt not long before. “Please, do that again, Simi.”
Simi went back to lapping at his prick. Prick was a nice word, too, she guessed. She laved him, tip of her tongue circling the top, exploring the ridge beneath the head, breathing in the scent of his arousal. His body twitched with each touch, telling her without words that he was pleased with what she was doing.
She pet him, gentle touches, circling him with her hand and stroking while she played, Isa loving his whimpers and pleas. She rose higher, staring down in wonder at his cock. She wanted to taste more of him.
Lowering her face, she suckled the crown, seeing if she could draw more of his cum into her mouth.
Brand’s reaction was instantaneous. He lifted her head and flipped her over to land next to him, then he shifted so he hovered over her. “Too much, Simi. Too good. I want to spray my cum inside your sweet pussy. Yes?”
She rubbed against him, skin against skin, moaning, “Yes.”
“Come back here, then.” He rolled to his back like before and positioned her to kneel over him, legs on either side of his hips. “Just like that.”
His cock hard and ready between them, she stared at Brand, waiting for him to say something. Toying with him.
“Put me inside you, little cat. I want you so badly. Take your pleasure as you ride me. You have full control.”
“I know,” she replied under her breath.
Simi reached for him, understanding that he did in fact trust her. And also the importance for her to be empowered during their mating. Simi positioned his prick at her opening, then lowered herself onto him, taking his dick inside her. He filled and stretched her, touched nerves she didn’t know existed, brought the pleasure she’d experienced earlier, back to life.
She kept lowering, taking more and more, until she rested against Brand’s hips, their bodies joined as one. “You feel so good inside of me.”
“And my dick feels so good inside of you, sweet.”
“Tell me what you want me to do.”
“Fuck me, Simi. Ride me up and down.” He gripped her hips and guided her through the motions.
The tingles returned, springing up in her pussy, arms and legs. Her nipples tightened into hardened nubs and she rubbed them, hoping to ease the ache. Only…touching made them worse…and better at the same time. Pleasure and need combating one another, Simi struggled to think.
“Beautiful. My Isa, my little cat.” His hands tightened on her hips and she followed his movements—rising and falling, letting gravity do its work.
Her breath came in shallow pants, body fighting with itself, wanting to go on and be still at the same time. She raced toward release, letting the pleasure course through her, welcome and embrace her like it’d done before.
Brand’s hands moved, but she didn’t care. Instead, she focused on the rhythm that would bring her to her second orgasm of the night. “Come.” She liked how that word just rolled off her tongue, but loved how the rawness of their action was turning her on even more. And then she felt his finger press against that tender spot between her lower lips. That special spot he’d licked and tasted, making her feel so damn good.
She cried out, head dropping back, fingers pinching and plucking her nipples, body singing as she flew higher and higher as she moved up and down his length.
“That’s it, Simi. Come on my cock.” He grunted and groaned, body tense beneath her, jerking with each rise and fall of her hips. She increased her pace, the flicking of Brand’s finger matching her own fervid movements, giving her more and more pleasure as she worked to snatch his away from him. Greedy, greedy little cat.
Simi continued, shifting, sliding, caressing him with her inner walls, the pressure in her pussy mounting, getting ready to explode at any given moment.
Spasms caused her internal muscles to tighten around Brand, and the harder she worked at massaging and milking his cock, the higher and higher the blissful feeling sent her soaring. Isa and her, a cougar with wings, dancing on air.
More and more he gave and she cherished it all, easing toward the sun, working toward her ultimate goal.
And then… Then the position changed, Brand flipping them over, pushing her beneath him. The angle, the adjustment only furthered her pleasure, pushing her ever closer to the scorching heat.
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sp; “Mine,” he growled, lowering his head to her shoulder, licking and biting the skin.
Isa growled and snarled her agreement, distending her fangs. The pleasure hovered near, needing that simple, animalistic act to shove her over the edge. Simi lifted her head and sunk her fangs into Brand’s shoulder, blood coating her teeth and tongue, Wolfie and Brand infusing themselves with Isa and Simi for all of eternity.
Teeth embed in flesh, she froze, scream of joy muffled against her mate’s skin. Brand thrust his hips furiously and then he did the same as she had, his teeth making their own mark on her. Body stiffening and stilling, the hot bath of his cum coated every bit of her inner walls.
Isa rejoiced at the mating, savoring the closeness of their bodies, the mingling of their blood, tying them together in an unbreakable bond.
Simi eased her fangs free of Brand’s flesh, lapping at the small rivulet of blood her withdrawal left in its wake, stemming the blood flow with her tongue against the open wound. Her mate did the same, each of them still reveling in the aftermath of their once in a lifetime mating ritual. His cock was softening, but still inside, allowing her to savor the remaining moments of them being connected as one.
His breathing eased and he rolled again, slipping free of her as he brought her to his side, tucking her head beneath his chin. She snuggled tight, wanting to be as close as she could to her mate, wishing they really could be one.
Isa yawned, purring low, projecting the image of her pregnant with cubs, reminding Simi that there would be young soon—for them to look after.
“Brand?”
“Hmm?”
“We’re having cubs.” She stroked her naked belly. Awed by the mere idea of becoming a mother.
“Mmm-hmm. Yes, we are, little cat.” His fingers smoothed the skin of her back, leaving goose bumps in their wake.
“I can’t believe it.” Wonder filled her voice. The very idea of motherhood. “I’m nervous, though.”
“Shh. You’re not alone, Simi. I’ll be right there with you…by your side.” His voice was soft, quiet snuffles coming after the last word he spoke, letting her know he was already drifting into sleep. He looked sated, so happy and at peace.
“But…” She nibbled her lip.
“No, buts. You’ll do just fine. Besides, Gemmie, Eama and I’ll be with you…every step of the way.” Breathing deep, he added, “You’re my mate, Simi. You will never be alone, ever again. I swear on it.”
She lifted herself off of him and sat up, gaze fixed on his half-closed eyes. “I know, I know. You’re nothing like Malcolm…nothing like my parents. But still, I can’t just snap my fingers and wish it all away.” Breathing in a lungful of air through her nose and releasing it slowly through her mouth, she continued, “I just don’t want to be hurt again.”
His eyes opened and he sat up, scooting his back against the headboard. Looking straight at her with a tight expression marring his otherwise handsome face, he said, “I will never mistreat you. I will do right by you and by our cubs. If I could, I would take all of your pain away, little cat.”
“I love you, Brand. If anyone can help me shed the years of pain and suffering away, I know it’s you.”
“And I love you, Simi, peculiarities and all.”
“What? What’re you talking about?”
“Panties or no panties, bra or no bra, I’ll still love you.”
“Shut up, Wolfenstein.” Simi smiled. Not the smile of someone broken and beaten, pandering to her abuser. No. It was one of true happiness, of unconditional love and finally gaining acceptance…
A simple expression that told of her escaping the clutches of suffering, and finding salvation in the arms of a wolf named Brand.
About the Authors
Celia Kyle would like to rule the world and become a ninja. As a fallback, she’s working on her writing career and giving readers stories that touch their hearts and *ahem* other places.
Visit her at: http://celiakyle.com
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Kenzie enjoys writing, long walks on the beach, kisses at sunset, and eating lobster—not necessarily in that order.
Living in South Florida gives Kenzie all of the above and then some, not to mention 80 degree winters, and death defying excitement—in the form of daily drives through city streets alongside fellow Floridians.
With three cats and partner in life, coupled with the wonderful weather and beautiful scenery, Kenzie’s never short of inspiration.
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