Wonderland 4: King Of Clubs
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In moments he reached her slit and ordered, “Widen your thighs.” She obeyed and he grasped her thighs within his large grasp. He sucked her clit so hard her knees gave out and she had to grasp his shoulders to remain standing.
Ty made a deep purring sound while he licked her folds. He thrust three fingers inside her core as he continued to drive in and out of her while licking her clit.
“If you don’t stop, I’m going to come,” she said in a choked whisper.
“Do not climax,” he ordered as he looked up at her and continued thrusting his fingers in and out of her. Teasing lights glittered in his blue eyes and she did everything she could to hold back.
With a soft laugh, Ty slipped his fingers from inside her and stood. He swept her up in his arms and carried her to the enormous bed.
He gently laid her on the bed and stared down at her. Cherry blossoms felt soft beneath her, touching her shoulders, her back, her rounded bottom, and releasing their sweet perfume.
“You make my life complete, tigress,” he murmured as he ran his finger down the bridge of her nose to the tip.
She held her arms out to him. “Come to me, my King.”
Ty smiled, that incredibly sexual smile that made her stomach curl and her pussy ache. With the grace of a tiger, he eased onto the bed beside her and brought her so that they were face to face.
Awai reached out and traced the club on his solid abs. “You are amazing,” she said. “I can’t believe this is all happening. That I have someone as special and perfect as you.”
“I am far from perfect,” he said gently, catching her hand with his. “But I do know that the most important, the most wondrous, thing I have ever done in my life is find you.”
He gently pushed her on her back and she widened her legs for her mate. Ty eased between her thighs and brought his cock to her core. In a quick thrust he buried his full hard length inside her.
Awai gasped, her eyes wide as she looked up at Ty. She couldn’t get over how well they fit together.
Ty took her hands and linked them with his. She kept her gaze focused on his as he slowly moved in and out of her in an easy rhythm. Candlelight illuminated his features, the fine cut of his mouth and the strong line of his jaw. His hair slipped over his shoulders and brushed against her chest with every thrust he made inside her channel.
They kept their eyes locked and their hands linked as they drove one another higher and higher toward completion. Awai felt colors and light swirl within her, like the aurora outside the stateroom window. Her abdomen clenched and her heart pounded. She didn’t want to come until Ty did, and it took all her strength to hold back her climax.
Ty gritted his teeth, his look fierce yet loving all at once. She sensed his body tightening as he drew near his own climax.
“Come with me, tigress!” he ordered.
Awai cried out as her orgasm burst within her. Shades of crimson and gold filled her vision, blending to pink to orange, to green, then blue and silver. A rainbow of sensation filling her body, filling her mind, filling her soul.
Ty roared, a mighty bellow that seemed to shake the very structure around them. A roar that could certainly be heard from one end of the yacht to the other, from the lake to the village.
While his cock was still pulsating within her core, he rolled over on his side. Awai’s head was still spinning, but the world gradually came into focus when her eyes settled on Ty’s handsome face. Sweat beaded his forehead, dripped down the side of his face. His chest rose and fell, his sweaty body rubbing against hers with every breath he took. The smell of his come and the scent of her juices mingled with the sweet perfume of cherry blossoms.
Awai placed her hand on his chest, felt his heart beating beneath her fingers. “I can’t wait to spend every one of my days with you, Ty. I love you so much.”
Ty stroked her hair out of her eyes and smiled. “I feel the same, tigress. You are my woman, my mate, my very life. My darling Queen of Clubs.”
Epilogue
John Steele’s head swam from the six vodka martinis he’d been drinking and his vision blurred. He stumbled over the threshold of his Los Angeles penthouse and glared at his wide-eyed bride of two months. The little slut was only nineteen and had been a good little fuck for a while, but he was sick and tired of her. He’d started slapping her around a couple of weeks ago, but she was due for a good beating to keep her in line.
“John?” Monique had a pensive look to her face as she moved across the living room toward him. She still had a bruise on the side of her face where he’d slapped her two days ago. “What’s wrong?”
The blue-eyed brunette looked too much like that whore Awai who had left him, and he’d had enough of Monique’s whining. It was time he taught her a real lesson.
When she was close enough, he grabbed her by the collar of her silk blouse and dragged her toward him. “You little bitch.”
Genuine fear flashed across her features and she tried to tear herself away. “Stop it!”
John laughed and she yanked back hard enough that her blouse tore. She screamed as she tripped over a footstool, landing on her back. Her blouse gaped open, and he clutched a shred of the fabric in his fist.
“Whore!” He bent and grabbed one of her wrists, and yanked her to her feet. She screamed again as he raised his fist, ready to slam it into her jaw.
Blinding white light seared his vision.
“What the fuck?” John turned toward the door. His fist was still raised and Monique still screamed and struggled to get away from him.
Something long and black lashed out at him. It wrapped around his raised fist and jerked him hard, down onto the floor so that he was on his hands and knees.
Monique had escaped John’s grasp just before he hit the floor. A black snake-like whip unwound from his wrist. He scrambled to his feet, terror causing blood to roar in his ears.
The whip cracked again. This time it wrapped around his legs and yanked his feet out from under him.
His back slammed against the floor and pain seared his spine. He screamed and fought the hold of the whip.
And then a booted foot was on his chest.
John’s gaze shot up to see Awai decked out in a leather cat suit, a whip curled in her hand, and she was staring down at him with a smirk on her face.
“You fucking bitch,” he shouted. He started to grab her ankle when the low rumble of a jungle beast caused him to freeze.
Awai moved her foot as an enormous white and black striped tiger rose up within John’s line of sight, and he was paralyzed with fear.
His body trembled and he tried to scramble away but the tiger pinned him to the floor with one massive paw against his chest.
“Still enjoy beating up women?” Awai asked in a deadly cold voice.
“Get your fucking pet off me,” John said in a half-terrified, half-vicious tone.
“I don’t think so.” Awai squatted down beside him and smiled. “You won’t be hurting any woman, ever again. Not ever, slave.”
The tiger roared and John wet his pants, warm piss soaking his trousers. John screamed as the beast grabbed him by the collar and dragged him into the blinding white light.
About the author:
Cheyenne McCray is a thirty-something wild thing at heart, with a passion for sensual romance and a happily-ever-after...but always with a twist. A University of Arizona alumnus, Chey has been writing ever since she can remember, back to her kindergarten days when she penned her first poem. She always knew that one day she would write novels, and with her love of fantasy and romance, combined with her passionate nature, erotic romance is a perfect genre for her. In addition to her adult work, Chey is also published in young adult literary fiction under another name. Chey enjoys spending time with her husband and three sons, traveling, working out at the health club, playing racquetball, and of course writing, writing, writing.
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Also by Cheyenne McCray:
Seraphine Chronicles 1: Forbidden
Seraphine Chronicles 2: Bewitched
Seraphine Chronicles 3: Spellbound
Seraphine Chronicles 4: Untamed
Wild 2: Wildcat
Wild 3: Wildcard
Wild 4: Wild Borders
Wonderland 1: King of Hearts
Wonderland 2: King of Spades
Wonderland 3: King of Diamonds
Things That Go Bump In the Night 3 – with Mlyn Hurn & Stephanie Burke
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