WickedBeast

by Gail Faulkner

  One of his hands reached around her hip so he could pull her folds open from the front with two fingers, exposing her more fully for his view. He pushed into her body as he held her open, sliding into the wet channel easily, slowly this time, sinking into her in a deliberate rhythm. The fingers holding her folds went to work caressing, moving up and down as he stretched her round his cock.

  His fingers left her but not for long. Wet with her excitement, he painted the puckered opening of her ass as he continued to slowly push into her weeping cunt. Kelly jerked in natural reaction as she realized his intent. His hand on her hip tightened but there was no other response as he continued stimulating the other entrance to her body.

  Kelly’s head came up and her arms straightened as she looked behind her. That did get his attention.

  “Mine,” he stated softly in that gravelly growl. His body stopped moving as his eyes burned in to her face. “Mine now,” he repeated slowly. “Submit.”

  “What if I can’t?” Kelly croaked.

  “Can. Breathe,” he said, and was still looking into her eyes as two fingers entered her body. Cord didn’t move fingers or cock as he watched her take dual sensations. “More,” he demanded, and began moving slick fingers in and out, slowly twisting them to loosen tight muscles. Her channel tightened around his cock, telling him the new sensations came with pleasure.

  His hand left her hip and in it appeared a sensual toy. The plug was small but Kelly gasped as she looked at it.

  “Only this now,” he said. “Trust me.”

  Her eyes clung to his for a moment then she slowly turned to face forward and lowered elbows to the bed, her hands lacing behind her head as she gave him the submission he needed.

  The plug was already lubricated. He pulled fingers out of her bottom and placed the tip at her opening. “Breathe,” he demanded. Slowly he inserted the training plug as she drew in deep breaths. Both of his hands grasped her hips and his body began working her channel.

  Looking down at his cock stretching pink folds around its thick girth while her other opening clenched on the plug pulled a rumbling purr from his body.

  Then there was no more control he could give her. The thrusts into her body became harsh. He felt the fire eating up his legs as his balls tightened. Fucking her hard he let sensation claw through him. This was his mate and she was taking him, submitting to him. He was safe in her as she was safe in him.

  His animal nature was almost fully in charge, and Cord reached for the release it gave him. The magnificent woman under his body again tightened around his cock as she responded to the hard thrusts. At this moment it didn’t matter that he could not give her a piece of himself in a baby. All that mattered was that she had bent her body to his will. This was his temple of life, and he would both have and protect her at all costs.

  The release boiled up from the dark dregs of his body. Flames consumed all knowledge of yesterday in this basic act to ensure tomorrow. His thrusts became short, hard digs to seat himself exactly where he needed to be. Then his cock swelled and all he could do was grind into her as hard bursts of seed splashed into her. Over and over he emptied into her and still his body held him there, driving his engorged member with powerful thrusts.

  A storm of sensation ripped through him. The prolonged orgasm shredded any remnant of control he might have clung to. She took him out of his body and there was nothing but Kelly.

  When he could finally opened his eyes, he was crouched over her, grasping her hips, still jerking her on his shaft. He couldn’t leave her body. The size of his cock had not diminished in any way. He realized what part of his DNA was at work. His cock remained closing the entrance to her, sealing his seed within her. Wrapping an arm around her hips, he took them to the side so she was lying in front of him, his body curled around hers. They were locked together physically as surely as they were in reality.

  Kelly struggled for breath, her body clamping on the thick invader. The sensations sent bolts of erotic charge through him.

  “Relax,” he commanded. “You must relax. The stimulation is too much, I can’t leave you.”

  “I’m not doing that on purpose,” she said through her harsh breathing “Are you?”

  “No.”

  “How long?” she wanted to know.

  “Don’t know. Never happened before,” he admitted. “Try to breathe.”

  She didn’t respond as they lay silently. Both their bodies were damp with sweat. His hands petting up and down her torso. Fingers lightly brushing over clit, up her belly, her ribs, her breast to her neck and back down.

  “That’s not helping me relax,” she said as he continued the soft strumming over sensitive body parts.

  “It’s helping me relax,” he told her softly in a more normal tone. “I need this freedom to touch. Touch all of you.” As he spoke, his hips again thrust at her in small movements. He wasn’t pulling out as much as he was pressing in over and over again. The sensations were intense but not only sexual. For him it was a possessive confirmation. He was petting her internally.

  Shudders rippled down Kelly’s body. Was it possible to be sexually shell-shocked? If it hadn’t been before, it was now. Still deep inside her, thick and hard, his hips moving in short, lazy thrusts not only nudged the cock in her body but pushed the plug in her ass. His big body curled around her radiated heat like a furnace. His hands moving over her wouldn’t let her think.

  Something new had just happened. She’d wanted him, needed him with a burn that would not go away. Nothing had tamed the want, not cold water, not logical thought, nothing. Then he appeared and her body came unglued. His demand that she say yes to begin with had flipped the switch in both of them.

  Securing her submission that easily, he’d then taken her to a place of intensely sexual eroticism and her mind seemed to have embraced it. What they had done had demanded total awareness of every sense. He had pulled away the normal world as if it were a disposable wrapping, exposing the woman within.

  She was naked in a way that involved much more than exposed skin. The woman lying in his arms with a toy in her ass and a huge cock in her cunt was someone Kelly had never met before. This woman’s body was wriggling with sexual excitement. She gloried in the feel of him unable to pull from her body.

  This was different. They were different. Perhaps he would understand what triggered his need for the assurance of sexual submission. He was hers in every way. The power of that knowledge was blinding. Such a contradiction from the modern world Kelly used to inhabit.

  The world she lived in now involved life and death on a basic level. It was half his world and half hers. He must remain a killer. She needed him exactly like that. Protection and defense had become personal battles, not something one could call the cops for. For him to be proficient at the job, the original elemental witches would have made very sure Cord’s abilities far outpaced those of normal dragons. To do that he had to be more of what they were. Beast with a capital B.

  Embracing what he was, what he could be, was the only way for her to be what he needed. He needed her submission, and when she surrendered it to him, he became what he was. In his transformation, hers occurred. She was exactly the woman who would ride a dragon.

  She knew what to do, how to help them move to the next level. There was no fear because he was hers. Understanding that freed her from inhibitions that could hurt them both, but she wasn’t sure the dragon was able to put a name to it yet.

  Kelly’s body stretched slightly to press her bottom firmly against his groin and a moan slipped out her mouth as the plug moved in her. She had relaxed around it as her mind relaxed around the idea of what it meant. Her trust was the key. All she had to do was hand it to him and there would be no limits between them.

  A rumble moved up Cord’s chest as he felt her press into him. Her body moved in his arms. Her leg lifted and she opened for him. He grasped her bent leg, holding it up, and she mewed softly in consent.

  “I need more,” she told him.


  “There’s only one more submission,” he said just to be sure she knew what she was asking for. “Are you ready for that?”

  “Are you?” Kelly wanted to know. “I said yes.”

  The sound from Cord’s throat was not a chuckle but not a growl either. “Wind Witch is a demanding mistress.” Rolling them over, he rested on top of her body. Her head turned to the side, his mouth was at her ear, kissing down her neck.

  “I will have what’s mine,” she told him.

  “Yes, Kelly girl. This is yours, only yours.”

  His body slid from her channel as they spoke. He leaned to the side and grasped the plug in her bottom. His thighs pressed hers wide as he pulled the toy from her. His arm snaked under her hips to lift her and slip the pillow beneath her. She had not fully settled her weight on the pillow when he grasped the globes of her bottom, opening them as the damp head of his cock pressed into her tight clasp.

  He paused, his breath suddenly coming in harsh draws as he looked down. Her back arched and a little more of his wide cock disappeared into her body. She did that herself. There was no doubt that this woman wanted exactly what he was giving her.

  Her acceptance raced over him with a forceful punch. He took her and she gave the power exchange of trust. Her trust was pure nectar delivered in a fireball. Whatever he thought he had gained from women in the past, even from her, did not compare to the pure mainlining of the drug she gave him now.

  His hips pressed into her slowly, opening that small entrance. The greedy moans escaping her mouth fed him. Her body straining back to take more made him drunk with the sweet taste that was Kelly.

  Had he been leashed to her before? No. What she gave him now bound him in ways he hadn’t imagined were possible. She made him what he was, and in that moment, it was something that had never been before. This is what the lady witches of his past had hoped would happen. He understood it now. None of them were able to comprehend it before because it had not existed. He had not existed, not like he was at in the hands of the witch Kelly.

  Fully seated in her, Cord leaned over her body, his hands tunneled under her to grasp her breasts. His mouth opened over her shoulder and gently clamped down to secure her beneath him. Then there was nothing but the incredible, irresistible sensation of drinking her submission. Feeling her move beneath him in pleasure that was nothing like pleasure had ever tasted before.

  This time his movements were steady and slow. Around them, erotic excitement thickened into a dense fog of emotions. It didn’t take long for her to overwhelm him, driving him to the edge of physical release. He refused to go there alone. Whatever was left when they were finished, it would be new and he had to have her in that world with him.

  Reaching around between her legs, he knowingly strummed her center of sensation. Giving her every pleasure he could, but it was still nothing like she gave him. He was sure of it. His fingers plucked and stroked her clit with increasing pressure as her body drove him into the gates of complete oblivion.

  Cord closed his eyes and hung on to the sleek Wind Witch in his arms. She took him with her into a reality created for them, by them. Her orgasm wrenched through her body, his eyes rolled back and the stars exploded. Empting his seed into her, shattered the world.

  As soon as he could scrape together the composure to return to the present, Cord carefully pulled out of her body. It felt like hours passed, anything was possible, but he hoped it hadn’t been quite that long. He was shaking. Lying facedown, she didn’t notice and he was grateful for that. Whatever he had called an ego was now prostrate at her feet, he had no question of that.

  Getting up, he stumbled into the bathroom and did the necessary cleanup. Jamming a fresh washcloth under the warm water, he refused a glance up at the mirror. Call him a coward but he wasn’t sure he could face the creature looking back at him.

  Taking two washcloths, just to be sure, he returned to her and carefully cleaned sensitive folds. Doing her this service did nothing to dispel the need to express how he was feeling. Kelly moved for him, letting him handle her with her head still in the pillow. He suspected she was a little bit embarrassed and that almost amused him.

  Her vulnerability drove the emotional confusion to a new level. Adorable was what she had been before. There were no words for how she looked to him now. His hands moved over her with reverent care.

  Dropping the washcloths by the bed, Cord lay down and gathered Kelly into his body. Holding her against his chest, he wrapped as much of himself around her as he could. She hadn’t said a word yet. He was aware that their time alone was running out. It seemed as if someone should be doing some talking.

  “I can’t apologize,” Cord said into the back of her neck. “I’m not sorry. I’m a little overwhelmed, but nothing could make me want to take one minute of that back.”

  “Good.”

  Kelly’s response was brief and gave him no clue what she was thinking.

  “Are you all right,” he asked in an attempt to get a little more out of her.

  “Dunno.”

  “Come on, give me something to work with.” Cord tightened his arms in a gentle hug. “I’m trying to figure out if you’re upset.”

  “Not upset,” Kelly stated. She was waiting for him to say the words. Own what had passed between them.

  “That’s a start. What would you say you are?”

  “A little tired. A lot blown away.”

  “Still doesn’t give me any clue to your emotions,” he pointed out.

  “I have never experienced anything like that.” Kelly had to let him work this out on his own. He knew something was completely different but he had to identify the emotions. Telling him he was in love would be cheating him, stealing the opportunity for him to find that depth of emotion in himself.

  Cord frowned at her answer. It didn’t help him. Not being able to see her face was a distinct disadvantage. Her tone was soft but not hesitant.

  “You surprised me,” he tried a different approach to get more than short statements out of her.

  Kelly took a deep breath. It wasn’t exactly a sigh, just an excuse to not say anything for a few more seconds. “Everything surprised me,” Kelly confessed. “That doesn’t mean I regret any of it either. I guess I have some questions about what happens now.”

  “What do you want to happen?”

  “That’s a good question. There’s so little I control about what is happening that it’s hard to figure out what I want to happen. I think I’d like to understand what did happen first.” Kelly slowly turned to face him.

  Cord gave her a rare smile as he met her eyes. “I’m not sure there are words for what I feel. Emotions are not supposed to be important to my kind. Some doubt we have them, I’ve doubted it in the past. I no longer doubt.”

  Kelly searched his eyes, a small frown on her forehead. “You didn’t think you had emotions?”

  “Not so much,” he confirmed. “We have instincts, a lot of drive and very little concern for others’ needs. I’m not sure if that means we have no emotions, but I’ve never noticed them before now.”

  Kelly bit her lip as she regarded him seriously. “The guy who made himself Barney did it because he wanted to. Not because it would make the three-year-old happy? I can see what you mean. Dragons have absolutely no ability to be concerned about anyone but themselves. And all that standing guard and being fierce is just because, what, it’s fun?”

  Cord scowled at her mocking face. “That’s different.”

  “How?”

  “Well, I was mostly making you happy. If I make you happy, I get more of your attention. See how self-serving that is?”

  Kelly’s face was very serious but her eyes were laughing at him. “Of course it is,” she agreed with him.

  Still scowling, he studied her as her point sank into his brain. “Are you saying you think dragons are emotional?”

  “Nope. Never said that. I suspect if someone called you emotional, you’d be handing them their ass.�
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  A wolf’s smile spread across his face. “Well, if you put it that way, call me emotional all you want. Handing your ass is the most amazing thing I’ve ever done.”

  A pink flush lit Kelly’s cheeks and her eyes dropped to examine his breastbone. “It was amazing, wasn’t it?”

  The smile left Cord’s face as he gazed down at her. “More than amazing, much more,” he agreed.

  “I liked it,” Kelly whispered.

  “I know,” he growled softly.

  She was still blushing furiously, both hands resting on his chest because she needed to touch him. Feel the heart beating beneath hard muscles. He was getting close to understanding himself. It was sort of cute to watch him work it out.

  “We have to get dressed,” Kelly changed the subject. “Minuet will be looking for us soon.”

  “I know where she is and what she’s doing,” Cord said causally as he sat up. “Take your time, I’ll get dressed and go find her,” he assured her as he stood and moved into the bathroom.

  Kelly stretched out on the bed, pulling the sheet over her because she really wasn’t that casual about being naked. It was silly. Her eye strayed to the bedside table where the toy rested. He came out of the bathroom and she had to pretend she was looking at the clock.

  A wave of his hand and the plug disappeared.

  “Where do things go when you do that?” Kelly had to ask as he pulled on his clothes. He could undress with a thought, and yet there he was, dressing normally. So many things about him didn’t make sense.

  “Usually they go to my place. All dragons have lairs. For me it’s just a place to store things. I don’t live there.”

  Cord only had jeans and boots on as he sat on the bed and gather her and the sheet into his arms. The need to hold her had rushed through him unexpectedly but he continued with the conversation. “I use it as a sort of holding place. If I own a thing I need, I retrieve it. Or return it there. Creating a tool can take a great deal of energy and knowledge of its construction, time consuming when the thing is complicated, so storing things is a time-saving tool. I’ll take you and Minuet there when we have time.”