by Kyle, Celia
“Fuck!” She half-screamed, the sound coming out more as a growl.
“Doing that, Kit.” Another slap followed his words, heat immediately on its heels.
“Ricker…” She whimpered, pain intensifying her pleasure.
Smack.
“Right here.”
Smack.
“Hurts.” She whined, not sure if she wanted him to stop or continue. With every fall of his hand, her pussy clenched and milked his cock, sending her closer to the edge of release.
Smack.
A full-body shudder overtook her, muscles twitching with the need to come. Her clit throbbed, ached and practically begged. Not much longer…
Smack.
Maddy whimpered, cunt spasming.
Her gaze remained focused on her mate, watched the changes that slinked over his face with every lowering of his hand, each collision of his palm and her ass. Desperate need covered him and she could see that he held on by a thread. His breathing was shallow and heavy, huffing and puffing through his gritted teeth.
“Need. Ricker.”
“Come for me. Come on my cock, mate.”
A full-body moan built within her, the vibrations merging with the heat from his spanking, the pleasure of his cock and the pressure against her clit. Her pace increased and he matched her movements, hand raining down on her with every fall of her body.
Over and again, she repeated the motion, each shift of muscle shoving her toward the edge. Her gums ached and she felt her sharp fangs descend. The cat was ready, anticipating the moment she could pounce and strike at the man beneath her, claim him as hers.
Another rise and fall, up and down, smack and sting. Her pussy milked him in a steady rhythm, clenching around his shaft and begging for his cum.
More and more she gave and took, racing toward the edge, ready to leap and embrace the pleasure he was throwing at her. She convulsed around him, chains of spasms overtaking her as…as she came.
With a shout, the dizzying explosion of her release shot through her veins. Bliss engulfed Maddy while pulsating waves of ecstasy filled her from head to toe. She shuddered uncontrollably, pussy squeezing him as tremors of pleasure seized her body.
Without hesitation, she struck, leaned down and sank her razor sharp fangs deep into the spot where neck met shoulder and bit him as deep as she dared. Her teeth sank through the flesh with ease and his blood flowed into her mouth. She swallowed the fluid, welcomed that part of him while her saliva mixed in with his essence.
He belonged to her.
Distantly, a shout met her ears, a purely masculine moan immediately following and then a fierce pain gripped her. Ricker repeated her claiming, the hurt instant and overwhelming.
She screamed, not in agony, but in pleasure. Another orgasm, stronger than the last, blew through her like a tornado and dragged her in its wake. Her pussy clenched in rhythmic convulsions, body no longer her own. And her cat…the lioness roared in approval as their mate took them, filled them with his seed and marked them as claimed.
His hips remained sealed to hers, snug and tight where their bodies joined as his dick pulsed inside her sheath, seeming to grow with every twitch. She could feel him filling her, his cum coating her inner walls. Her beast purred, savoring the scent that accompanied their love making.
Panting, breathless, she slumped against him, exhausted and spent.
Good sex could be hard on a gal. O-M-G-fucktastic sex was killing her.
The chest beneath her twitched and then the vibrations from Ricker’s voice slid through her. “O-M-G-fucktastic?”
Maddy didn’t even raise her head. Hadn’t he heard her thoughts? She was dying for fur’s sake. “Word.”
“That all you got?”
She cracked an eye open and tilted her head until she could see him. “Unless you feed me or unbreak my vagina, that’s all I got.”
That earned her a swat to the ass. And damn if her pussy didn’t tighten. Stupid vagina. It didn’t even realize it was broken.
“You’re a shifter, Kit. You’ll be ready again in an hour. Faster if I feed you.” The corner of his mouth quirked up in a half-smile. “So, what can I make you? Because I want you again.”
The hardening of his cock within her sheath confirmed his words.
Damn. She’d need vaginal rejuvenation if he fucked her like that every time.
Maddy wondered if Ricker made enough to keep a vajayjay specialist on retainer.
Her mate’s voice flitted through her mind…
Yes…
13
“Live by the three “F” rule: If they don’t fuck you, feed you or finance you, they don’t matter.” – Maya Josephs, Prima of the Ridgeville Pride, who is getting fucked. Regularly. Without a ring. Bastard.
Maddy woke with a groan, stretching her arms high above her head and flexing her toes as she shifted from a sated sleep to fully conscious.
Being conscious was overrated.
Aches and twinges of pain were sprinkled through her body, reminding her of everything she’d been doing for the last several hours. More importantly, who she’d been doing.
That thought brought a smile to her lips and a delicious throb to her overused pussy.
God, she hadn’t realized that when Maya had been gushing about all night sex that the woman hadn’t been kidding. After the initial claiming and a quick nap, Ricker had woken her with gentle passion, sliding into her and making love to her for hours. Over and again, they joined, shared pleasure and then collapsed back into a sated sleep.
But, since she was alone, he couldn’t have been that exhausted.
The alluring scent of coffee reached her nose and every hint of fatigue danced away.
Mmm…coffee.
With a groan, she rolled toward the edge of the bed and pushed until she was sitting on the mattress, feet dangling over the side. Dude. That had been hella hard.
A quick scoot had her sliding from the soft surface and she swayed on her feet, eyes half-closed while she shuffled toward the bedroom door. Half way across the room, she scooped Ricker’s shirt from the floor and pulled it on, satisfied that it at least covered her ass. Being naked during sex and being naked at the breakfast table while holding scorching hot liquid were two totally different things. Burned boobies were not on the day’s menu.
Maddy padded down the hallway, nose leading the way as she hunted the goodness that was caffeine. It didn’t take long to find her prey…and her mate. More importantly, her prey.
One step into the kitchen she froze and took in the sight before her. Her mate stood in front of the stove, shirtless with jeans barely clinging to his hips and exposing his muscled back. Arousal flared to life and she wondered if she’d ever get used to the man. They’d made love mere hours ago and she wanted him again already.
Contentment from Ricker filled her mind with happiness quickly behind, and she found her emotions echoing his, falling into sync without conscious thought.
Maddy padded toward him, drinking in his appearance, and then pressed against him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and let him take her weight as she rested her front against his back. She let her hands wander, stroke his pecs and then trail along his abdomen. Her last stop was the waist of his jeans and she hooked her thumbs over the worn cotton, fingertips spread over his lower abs.
“Mmmorning.” She nuzzled his back, rubbing her cheek back and forth over his smooth skin.
“Hey, Kit.” He leaned his head back and his hair tickled his face. “Coffee’s to your right and I’ve got eggs and bacon for us.”
“More bacon than eggs?” She asked after snagging a cup of the bitter brew.
Ricker barked out a laugh. “Of course. I know how to feed my mate.”
Mate. She loved that word.
Before long, Ricker had breakfast for them, a plate piled high with the bacon. He’d tugged her to his lap and she settled against him with a sigh. She reveled in his touch, the feeling of security that filled her as his arm encircle
d her.
Ricker gave her bite after bite of the salty meat, sprinkling in bits of eggs.
Quiet surrounded them and she simply enjoyed being in his presence, relished the serenity that his closeness imbued. Every so often, his lips would ghost over her skin, brushing her neck or forehead while they sated themselves with food.
When the plate was finally empty, she turned on him, rose enough until she could straddle his thighs and gave him her full attention.
“Hi.”
“Hi, back.” He held a small smile.
“What are we doing today? Running from the bad guys? Do I finally get to use a gun?” She leaned forward and nipped his lower lip, grinding her pussy over his semi-hard cock. “Or do you have something else in mind?”
That earned her a growl and a swat to her ass. “Insatiable wench.”
This time, she brushed her mouth over his, flicking her tongue out to taste her mate. “Only for you.”
Ricker cupped her ass, kneading her plump flesh and forcing her body to grind against his, rubbing her bare pussy over his dick. Desire burning hot and fast shot through her body, the desperate ache for her mate shooting high with every breath. Her heat clenched and grew moist with the evidence of her arousal. She whimpered against his mouth, aching for him.
“Ricker…” She couldn’t stifle the moan that grew in her chest.
Her mate increased the pace, the slow back and forth grind over his now hard cock. The rough cotton abraded her sex lips, the cloth zipper flap settling along her slit and stroking her clit with its rough texture. The sliver of pain the contact created served to increase her pleasure as it scraped the bundle of nerves.
A cool draft bathed her ass as the tiger lifted her thin shirt, baring her cheeks to the room. His callused hands grazed her, fingers digging into her plump flesh, forcing her to acquiesce to his speed. Each shove forward rubbed her clit and each rock back caressed the nub sending bolts of ecstasy through her veins.
Maddy captured his lips in a fierce kiss, shoved her tongue into his mouth and tasted the very essence of her mate. She drank from his mouth, absorbed his moans and responded in kind, taking and giving pleasure as much as she could.
Ricker’s fingers teased the crack of her ass, tips delving between her cheeks, touch inching closer and closer to her hole. When the digits finally connected with her forbidden entrance, she whimpered against his lips, unsure and excited at the same time.
She wrenched her mouth from his, panting and whining, absorbing his breath as he inhaled hers. “Ricker…”
He spoke against her lips, tongue occasionally flicking out for a taste. “Do you want me here, sweet mate? Are you naughty and want me buried deep in your ass? Filling you up?”
Another whimper stole through her, the very idea of having him in her forbidden entrance both exciting and scaring her in equal measure. The thoughts, coupled with his touch and stimulation of her clit had her racing toward release. Her heat clenched and throbbed, aching to be filled and claimed by him.
A single fingertip traced her asshole, circled the virgin nerves and traced the ring of muscle. “You want it, don’t you?”
Maddy pushed back against his touch, encouraging him without words.
One of his hands left her and then slammed down on her ass cheek causing a fierce sting to race through her body. It joined her arousal, her need, and sent it flying high. “Lemme hear you, Kit. Do you want me to take your ass?”
She lapped at his mouth then nuzzled his cheek, burying her face against his neck. She didn’t want to answer, didn’t want to admit that she craved the illicit touch.
Her silence earned her another swat. Not that she minded. No, she definitely didn’t care when the slow burn ran along her veins and joined in her pleasure. She kept with Ricker’s pace, back and forth, clit twitching and throbbing with every glance of the cotton.
Mouth shut, another smack landed and a soul-deep groan left her chest. “Ricker.”
“I want back here, Kit. Gonna sink in nice and slow, spread you wide for me. I’ll get you safe and then your ass is mine. Isn’t it?”
Smack.
A tremble danced through her followed by a shudder that slid down her spine. The pure pleasure of his touch, the combination of pleasure and pain, urged her orgasm closer.
“Isn’t it?”
Smack.
She was breathing heavy. Panting against his neck, alternating between desperate whines and needy groans. Ricker forced her to lower further over him, shove her exposed pussy to the rough textures of his jeans while his finger rubbed her virgin asshole.
Smack.
Maddy’s body trembled, bliss from his touch nearly overwhelming her with each passing moment. A ball of arousal encompassed her, surrounded her and grew with every breath, every rock of her hips. Ecstasy pumped through her veins, pulsing and gathering, surrounding her pussy, clit and ass.
Her gums ached, fangs elongating and she scraped them over Ricker’s neck, glanced his vulnerable skin with her sharp teeth.
Smack.
“It’s mine.”
A tremor of pleasure bolted along her nerves and she let her mouth venture to his shoulder, scratching at where she’d placed her mark mere hours ago.
God, the sensations were growing. Her pleasure and the pain mingled, surged and embraced her until she didn’t know where each sensation ended and the other began. Her orgasm raced forward and she couldn’t hold back, couldn’t keep the growing ecstasy at bay any longer.
Ricker, her seductive, dominant, gorgeous mate struck her again, palm colliding with her abundant flesh with a resounding spank.
Smack.
Maddy could only utter a single word. One syllable. “Yours!”
And then it was over. She sank her teeth into Ricker’s shoulder, fangs slicing through skin and muscle with ease and the coppery sweet flavors of his blood poured over her taste buds.
At the same moment, the dam restraining her orgasm broke and flooded her with indescribable pleasure. Her pussy clenched in rhythmic spasms as if begging, no demanding, to be filled. Uncontrollable shudders wracked her body, muscles twitching and jerking as the explosive climax sprinted through her veins. The molten sensations of her release crested and then retreated, only to surge forth once again.
Ricker didn’t stop.
His blows continued to rain on her ass, finger teasing her asshole and she kept rocking over his hardness, grinding her soaking pussy against the ridge of his hard cock. More and more he gave; more and more she took.
The still lingering orgasm grew, sending her higher than before until the strong, lovely sensations claimed her once again. She screamed against the flesh in her mouth and then tore her lips from his shoulder, shouting her second completion to the room.
A fierce growl joined her yell and her mate stiffened beneath her, cock pulsing against her pussy, twitching against her overheated flesh. The salty, musky scent of his release reached her and she sighed, slumped against him and let Ricker take her deadweight. She lapped at his wound, savoring the remnants of his blood as their breathing slowed and the last vestiges of pleasure seeped from her body.
Ricker’s finger left her asshole and both hands snaked beneath her shirt to trace her spine, palms sliding over her skin with gentle strokes.
She hummed and snuggled closer. Reveled in the security of being in her mate’s arms.
“I’m going to make sure you keep your promise, Kit.”
She raised her head and looked him in the eye. “You’ll have to catch me first.”
With that pronouncement she jumped from his lap, squealing when his fingers caught her shirt. She shoved the thin material over her head and kept running, heading toward the bedroom and, hopefully, lube.
Because, hello? The ass is not a self-lubricating orifice.
And that had been an embarrassing lesson from the school nurse during Sex Ed.
Maddy dashed down the hallway, intent on her goal and unwilling to lose. The lioness was determi
ned to win this small battle and the chase had simply rekindled her need for the tiger. It wasn’t like running through the forest, mate nipping at her heels with one goal in mind: her submission.
They’d mate that way someday.
Hopefully soon.
She rounded the corner into the master bedroom and launched herself at the bed, scrambling for the bedside table. Wasn’t that where everyone stashed their goodies?
Her fingers wrapped around the handle. Ricker pounced on her with a growl, his now nude body aligned with hers from shoulders to toe, his reawakened cock nestled between her ass cheeks.
“Got you…”
She wiggled her butt, teasing him with what he desired. “Maybe—”
A shrill song broke their play, the annoying tune colliding with their passion and dousing it in an instant.
Groaning, Ricker rolled from her and crawled off the bed. He padded to the other side of the room and dug through their bag, exposing his luscious ass to her gaze. Damn, she really wanted to nibble, scrape her teeth along that curve and see if he tasted as good as he smelled. And then she’d work her way to the front and swallow—
“What.” Ricker’s back was stiff and straight, muscles that had been languid and loose were now tense.
Ooh. Her cock blocked mate wasn’t happy about being, er, cock blocked. If she strained she probably could have listened to both sides of the conversation, but she figured she’d find out soon enough.
“Am I in charge of this operation? She’s my—”
Maddy could, however, hear his teeth grinding.
“I don’t care. She’s—” He growled. Then snarled. Which was kinda hot, if she was honest. “Fine.” He bit off the word, probably imagining it was the head of whomever he was speaking with.
Sighing, he dropped the phone back into the bag and then propped his hands on his hips, his breathing audible in the silence. In and then out, he breathed deep and even. Poor guy. Hell, poor her!
No nookie for them!
With a final exhale he turned toward her, his cock down to half-mast and slowly softening further. “Apparently a certain someone’s Prime has demanded that we hurry our asses along. A certain someone’s Prima has decided we should have been in Ridgeville by now. Your Prima has said jump.”
