by Kyle, Celia
“Goddamn, you’re beautiful. So pretty and so mine.”
Well, that answered that question.
Another slip of nails through cloth, and her bra parted, breasts easily bouncing from their bindings. He held her mounds in his palms, cupped them with those deadly hands. He traced the hardened nubs of her nipples with his callused thumbs, circling the sensitive buds and gently flicking them with his claws.
She arched into his touch, increasing the pressure and easing some of the ache growing within her. He eased farther onto the bed, sliding one of his thick thighs between her legs and nudging her pussy.
“Ooh, yes.” She moaned and rocked against him, enjoying the pressure of his body against hers. She rolled her hips, reveling in the sensations that he evoked, soaking in the pleasure.
“That’s it, kit. Take what you want.” His voice was more animal than man and the deep vibrations plucked her nerves, slipping through her like molten lava and searing her from inside out.
Deuce pinched her nipples, adding the tiniest bite of pain to her increasing pleasure, and she gasped with the sensation. She moved against him, writhing, searching out more bits of ecstasy. Damn it, she wanted more. Her pussy throbbed with the need to be filled, spasming and practically begging for his cock, while her clit trembled and twitched within her wet folds.
“You smell so good. You’re hot and slick for me, aren’t you, my Elly?”
She whimpered. “Yes.”
“Hmm…” His hands left her breasts and she whined, earning her a cocky smile from her soon-to-be mate. “Let’s finish unwrapping you.”
His claws came into play again, slicing her jeans, rending the fabric with ease. Then her panties suffered the same treatment until she was completely bared to his gaze, cool air wafting over her heated flesh.
“Gorgeous.” He was focused on her center and she could feel the weight of his stare.
The urge to cover herself, slide her hands over her exposed breasts and pussy, roared through her but she pushed it back. A large part of her wondered what a gorgeous man would want with a chubby librarian, but his expression said it all. The lion was hungry. For her.
“Scoot back, kit.” He nudged her, urging her farther onto the bed, and she complied, centering her body on the blanket and resting her back against the pile of decorative pillows.
“Perfect,” her mate purred.
Deuce prodded her thighs apart, positioning her legs as he desired until she was spread before him. Her heart thundered in her chest, anxiety and desire battering against each other as she waited for his next touch.
It wasn’t long in coming.
No, her still-clothed mate knelt between her thighs, bringing his face level with her exposed pussy.
He breathed deep and released the air with a moan. “Need.”
Deuce leaned forward and nuzzled her inner thigh, his scruffy cheek scraping against her supple skin. His lips grazed and danced over her flesh, easing closer and closer to where she desired him the most.
Then… Then his tongue tapped her needy heat, slipping over the seam of her soaked pussy in a barely there caress.
“Yes, Deuce.” She opened her legs farther, silently enticing him to continue his explorations.
He eased closer, palms sliding along her inner thighs until she felt his fingers play with her sex lips, stroking along the delicate aroused flesh. He teased her slit, massaged her labia, and then delved into her in teasing strokes. With every touch, he nudged her arousal higher, burning her from inside out. Up and down the seam, gathering her cream.
She watched as he pulled two digits into his mouth and sucked them clean. “Delicious, kit. Absolutely delicious.”
His eyes blackened with need and, beneath her gaze, he leaned forward and brushed his tongue against the top of her slit. He teased and tormented, the delicate flutter taunting her with what could be.
Her clit twitched and throbbed, the promise of release so close yet so far. With the next lick, he eased fractionally closer to the bundle of nerves. The following teased the very tip of the nub. He slid over her pleasure spot and she cried out.
“There! There there there there…”
A chuckle rose from between her thighs. “Do you know how good you taste, kit? All hot, sweet, and salty for me.” He lapped at her clit, the tip of his tongue finding the concentrated bunch of nerves with ease.
Lick. Lick. Flick flick flick. He repeated each caress, setting up a rhythm that her body craved. Her pussy clenched and spasmed, aching to be filled with his cock. She was desperate to feel him sliding in and out of her sodden sheath with an ever-increasing pace.
“Fuck, yes. Please, Deuce.” She cupped her breasts, kneading her flesh and plucking her sensitive nipples. “Lick me.”
Deuce growled in response, the vibrations traveling through her like lightning and settling around her pussy, setting off nerve endings. Now he truly focused, tongue tapping her clit in a steady rhythm, the constant pace easing her toward her release.
She pinched and plucked her nipples in time with his ministrations, drawing on the pleasure he created with his talented tongue.
Suddenly fingers stretched and filled her desperate pussy.
“Fuck, yes!” She rocked against his invasion, taking pleasure in his fingers.
“That’s it, kit. Fuck yourself on my hand.”
She snapped her teeth, her pleasure plummeting with the absence of his tongue. “Back to it, furball.” She released one of her breasts long enough to snap her fingers. “Less talk, more tongue.”
God, didn’t men know to keep things going if she was gonna get to the finish line?
“Yes, ma’am.” He chuckled and lapped at her clit with a long, lingering lick. “That better, mate?”
This time she bared her teeth at him.
He got back to business.
Score one for the squirrel!
Then she figured, fuck the squirrel. Especially when his fingers slid in and out of her wet hole, stroking her inner walls and dancing over her G-spot with unerring precision.
“Oh, that’s it.” She gasped, arched, and rocked against his hand.
Elly panted and moaned, following his every shift, thrust, and retreat, fighting for her release. The early tremors of her climax plucked her muscles, stealing her control, and she let the sensations wash over her.
Deuce growled against her, sending additional quakes of pleasure along her spine. Her pussy clenched and tightened on his fingers, milking him as she couldn’t wait to milk his cock. She was desperate for his dick, that thick length filling her.
“God… Deuce…”
This time he snarled. His fingers pressed more insistently against her G-spot, his touch spilling molten ecstasy directly into her. Her heart stuttered, the muscle pounding against her ribs, and she couldn’t catch her breath.
It was too big, too high, just…too much. Her pussy continued its rhythmic spasms around his thick fingers, his tongue still giving her immeasurable pleasure.
Her breasts were heavy in her palms, aching, and part of her wished his talented tongue was lapping at her nipples, teeth nibbling the hard nubbins. Then he scraped a fang over her clit and she was pretty damned thankful he remained between her thighs.
“Yes… There… Suuuckkk…” And he did just that, latching on to the bit of flesh and giving her exactly what she craved. That added sensation was enough to thrust her to her peak.
She arched and froze, hanging by a thread, and then she broke, the raging storm that had been building finally unleashed. Her body was no longer her own, but a tree bending with the wind, unable to do nothing but ride the gust of air as she rose higher and higher. The pleasure swelled, ebbed, and flowed around her until she was lost.
Deuce continued tormenting her, fingers never stilling, tongue continuing without fail. She sobbed and screamed, babbled and whined. It went on and on, her gasping for breath while she suffered through his ministrations.
No, not suffered. She gloried in hi
s touch, snatching every bit of pleasure he handed over, and she never wanted it to end.
Well, until it became so much that it bordered on pain. She whimpered, jerked and twitched, shifted, and she couldn’t decide if she wanted to get closer or farther away.
“Deuce…” She jolted, released her breasts, and clutched the comforter beneath her. “Deuce…”
He eased his attentions, bringing her down in gentle increments until his tongue simply rested against her aching clit, fingers still in her sheath. Finally, his mouth lifted completely and she met his eyes, saw the burgeoning emotion that mirrored her own.
“Deuce?”
He slipped his digits from her body and a residual spike of desire stabbed her. He rose to his elbows and leaned over her hips and nibbled her stomach, nipping her curved belly.
“Yes, kit?”
“I think I may kill you if you don’t claim me now.”
He quirked an eyebrow but remained silent.
“I’m not kidding. Really. Death and everything.” Her squirrel was in complete agreement. That single orgasm wasn’t nearly enough for her. No, she wanted his sharp teeth sinking into her flesh while his fat cock slid deep into her pussy.
“Of course.” He nipped her. “Anything my mate wants.”
“Right answer.” She stretched and relaxed into the soft mattress beneath her. “Perfect answer.”
Deuce hopped from the bed and then he was peeling away the layers of fabric and leather. During her captivity, she hadn’t taken the time to truly appreciate his body. Not like she could now.
His jacket was dropped to the floor, leaving behind a tight, thin shirt that revealed all. It clung to his carved muscles and she held her breath as she waited for the hidden flesh to be exposed. She didn’t have to wait long. The shirt disappeared in a rending and shredding of cloth and it drifted to the ground like broken petals on the breeze. She counted the lines of his abdomen, drooled at the thought of licking and tracing every one. Including those lovely dips at his hips, the contours that led to the Promised Land.
She licked her lips, her sated desire flaring back to life.
“See something you like, kit?” He hooked his thumbs into the waist of his leather pants.
Elly moaned and he smirked. Jerk.
Hot jerk.
But still a jerk.
Until he got back to undressing. He leaned down and flipped the buckles on his boots and his feet were bare in moments. Which left the slacks.
“Don’t hurt the pants.” She barely recognized her voice as words were pushed past her partially shifted teeth. Damn, her little beastie wanted him. Bad. Elly had to admit that she craved him just as much as the furball did.
He paused. “No?”
Elly licked her lips. “No. Definitely not.”
His smirk turned into a wide, knowing smile and she couldn’t have cared less. Not when he popped the button on his pants. Or when he lowered the zipper. Or even when the thick cock that had been teasing her sprang from its confines.
Elly was a lucky, lucky squirrel.
32
“The number one rule for sex is that gals get two for a man’s one. If that ain’t happening, he sucks in bed. Kick him out. Really. Just plant your foot on his ass and—” — Maya O’Connell, Prima of the Ridgeville Pride and a woman who needs to learn that talking about sex in front of twins is a no-no.
Deuce was a lucky, lucky lion.
God. Damn.
He stared at his mate, cataloged each and every dip and curve of her scrumptious body. Her skin was smooth and flawless, pale as milk. His mouth watered and he couldn’t wait to taste the rest of her. Her cream had been like ambrosia and he had no doubt her skin would be just as sweet.
Elly still cradled her abundant breasts in her palms, as if holding them in offering. Her tapered waist led to her wide hips and he imagined her riding him while he gripped her, guiding her movements as she took her pleasure. He couldn’t wait to have her thick thighs wrapped around his waist as he fucked her delicious pussy and claimed her.
The woman was a walking, talking temptation. And all for him.
His fangs lengthened further, pricking his lower lip, and the coppery tang of his blood slithered over his taste buds. Soon it’d be her blood coating his tongue as he claimed his sweet mate.
“Damn it, Deuce.” Her words came out as a mixture of chitter and growl.
Maybe not so sweet.
He nudged his leathers past his hips and let them pool at his feet. A quick step and kick had him free of his clothing and nude before Elly, bared to her gaze. He wondered what she saw, how she felt when she looked at him. Did he please her?
He knew his body was honed and muscled. His job as a guard to Ridgeville’s Prima required it. Then, when he’d gone on to Freedom, being one of the biggest and baddest was a necessity. But there were the scars…
Lines of burned, puckered flesh snaked across his chest and over his shoulder. Proof of his past and mistakes never forgotten. Added to those were claw marks, bites, and gashes he’d acquired while with Freedom. He’d had to fight his way to Alistair’s side. And then fight to stay there.
All in all, it made for a rather patchwork body. When she stayed quiet, unease slithered through him.
The room was still, Elly’s easing pants and his deep breaths the only sounds in the space. His gaze remained intent on her, searching for any hint as to her feelings. He wanted her more than air, but he needed her to ache for him. The fact they were mates couldn’t be changed, but he needed her to return his desire.
“Gimme.” She held her hands out, eyes sparkling as her gaze raked over his body.
Well, that answered his question.
Smirking, he brought his hands to his chest, let his callused palms run over his muscles, along his abdomen, and then pause at his cock. He cupped his balls with one hand, encircling his shaft with the other, and stroked himself from base to tip. Up and down, he tugged on his dick, taking a bit of pleasure as he teased his little squirrel.
“See something you like, kit?” He repeated the motion, pausing at the tip just long enough to press against his slit. He tightened his fist, the gentle pressure beneath the head giving him an added hint pleasure. Oh, he wanted to slide deep into Elly, but this snippet of teasing was a nice bit of additional foreplay.
“Yummy.” Elly’s pink tongue danced over her lips and he wanted to follow it into her mouth, taste her flavors once again. A single kiss wasn’t enough. Hell, a million kisses wouldn’t satisfy him.
Deuce rolled his balls and tugged on the sac, unwilling to come from his own touch. Not yet. Not until he was deep within her and filling her with his release.
Unable to wait a moment longer, he released his grip and crawled onto the bed to kneel between her spread legs. With his free hand, he traced her outer thigh, gripping her and encouraging her to wrap one leg around his waist.
“Ready for me, mate?”
Elly opened even further for him. “Yes. More than anything.”
With care, he nestled the head of his cock against her wet heat, groaning when the opening of her pussy kissed and suckled the tip of his dick. Poised to take Elly, he leaned over her. With his weight braced on his hands, he lowered until only inches separated them.
Emotion, hints of love, and piles of caring slammed through him when he met her gaze. “This is forever, Elly. Forever mine.”
Her features were filled with feelings that mirrored his. “And you’ll be forever mine.”
Deuce didn’t wait then, didn’t hesitate. He eased his cock into her waiting pussy, slid into her in a gentle thrust, spreading her slick heat. The silken velvet clutched him, caressing him the deeper he went, and he kept his focus on his mate. Waves of pleasure slipped across her features. Etchings of bliss, ecstasy, and joy overtook her with his possession.
She tightened around him, milking the first few inches of his cock with her snug pussy, and he groaned, dropping his forehead to rest against hers.
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sp; “Damn, baby. You’re so tight. So wet for me.” His breathing quickened, the insane urge to push into her until he was balls-deep nearly overwhelming him.
“And you’re big and thick. Stretch me. Feels s’good.” She moaned as he fed her more of his length, pushing deeper.
Inch by inch he filled her, enjoyed the snugness of her pussy, until his balls rested against the curve of her plump ass.
Elly brought her other leg up to wrap around his waist, holding him close, and he rocked against her, reveling in the tiny mewl that escaped her lips.
“Deuce…” She said his name with a whine.
He shifted his hips, ensuring he rubbed against her clit with his movements.
“Oh, god.” She gasped.
He did it again, this time pulling out ever so slightly and then pushing in, thrust-rock-retreat-thrust-rock-retreat.
Elly met his every driving entrance, tilting her hips to receive him, panting with each slide of his cock within her sheath. The wet, lewd sounds of their sex mingled with the breathless puffs.
“More.” The word was no more than a soft wheeze of air. “Need more.”
“Anything.” Deuce pushed up, put space between their upper bodies, and searched for better leverage.
He repositioned his hands, sinking his partially shifted claws into the soft mattress, and increased his pace, the length of his strokes. He slid out until the tip of his cock remained inside her pussy and he slammed back into her. The bed jolted and jerked with his thrusts. Each push into her tight cunt jiggled her body, sending her breasts bouncing. The lush mounds called to him, lured him until he couldn’t help but lower his head.
His hips never slowed as he captured one of her turgid nipples, pulled the nub into his mouth, and flicked the tip. He suckled and nipped, toyed with her as he fucked her sweet pussy.
The musky scent of their sex filled the air and he drew in the flavors. It was the mingling essences of their bodies that proclaimed to one and all that they belonged together.
With every suck, her pussy tightened around him as if begging him to come deep within her. He ached for release, pleasure gathering and thrumming through his balls, extending to his cock. His dick twitched within her, the slick friction drawing his orgasm closer. He retreated and thrust forward once again, their hips meeting in sweaty, wet slaps of skin against skin.
