As my head snapped to the side and I tried to say something, calm the raging beast, he pushed the hair off of my neck and latched on, his teeth digging into my shoulder as he rammed himself back into my throbbing sheath, burying himself to the hilt.
I screamed in shock as he stuffed me to the brim, the pain of his abrupt entry easing as he paused, allowing me to adjust.
Pulling back to slowly push back in, he was gentle at first but soon grew impatient, pumping into me faster and faster, harder, until he was pounding into me frantically, the dull throb of pain mixed with pleasure quickly building as he rammed my sweet spot.
"Kirch!" I sobbed openly, hips swiveling as I ground back against him, urgently trying to keep up as my sex clamped down around him tight.
Head bent low over my neck, his teeth were still buried deep in my shoulder, but the pain was overshadowed by the hard rhythm he'd adopted. The fire he'd ignited inside of me burst, sending me over, my body trembling in the aftermath as I quivered, shaking from head to toe. My inner walls convulsed around his cock, grasping at him desperately as I took him across that wonderful precipice with me.
Kirch’s teeth released their hold as he moaned my name, laving the teeth marks that would surely leave behind a scar. His sex throbbed, jerking as he emptied himself inside me. Pressing himself against me tight, his hips ground against my ass.
His immediate purr of satisfaction as he continued to pump his hips, elicited a small, self-satisfied grin from me.
Spent, I slumped, enjoying the cold surface of the stone floor on my heated skin. Kirch pulled back, massaging the cheeks of my bottom with one hand, exploring the rest of me thoroughly with the other.
He was still rock hard inside of me, pushing the limits of my abused pussy, when I tried to get up.
"Stay." His hand slid to the middle of my back and he held me down, looming over me once more, the fur of his chest tickling my back. "Kirch not done with Meanie." I groaned when he wiggled his hips and chuckled, thrusting into me hard enough to rattle my teeth so I'd get the picture.
Gasping, I whimpered in both trepidation and renewed remnants of pleasure, my clit still sensitive from my orgasm of a few moments ago as he gripped my hips, lifting me back up, and started up all over again.
"Meanie Kirch's." He purred as he thrust up again, pulling my hips down and over him as he ground his groin with mine.
I clawed at the floor and pushed myself back against him, panting loudly as his engorged shaft rubbed me just right.
"Meanie say it," Kirch demanded, swiveling his hips, the head of his cock brushing a particular spot that had me mewling and crying out loud.
I didn't respond, but instead of stopping like I was getting worried he would, he pushed me over, his thumb and forefinger reaching around and pinching my clit to set me off.
As my quim quivered and my body trembled, he stopped his maddening pace long enough to let my body settle, then picked up right where he'd left off.
"Meanie say it." Leaning down until his lips were right by my ear, he growled at me.
"No," I muttered stubbornly, moaning as he kept stride, his big hands cupping my breasts, plucking at my nipples.
"Meanie say it for Kirch," he purred, voice full of cocky self-assuredness as I pushed my tits into his meaty palms.
"Wanna bet?" I challenged breathlessly, smirking at him from over my shoulder.
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"No. No more." I groaned as my poor, over-used pussy throbbed to life again.
"Mmmm." He purred as he slapped my ass hard. "Say it, Meanie."
Squealing, I yelped, jumping as his hand landed, marking the meaty flesh. "I hate you." Gasping to catch my breath, I scowled at him over my shoulder.
He just smiled and slapped me again, this time a little harder.
"Hey! Knock that shit off!"
"Meanie likes." Lips twitching, he purred as he chuckled.
I stifled the moan I wanted to let out as his hand ran soothingly over my sore bottom.
This was the newest in Kirch's bag of tricks, and I was about ready to admit defeat. Who would have thought I'd actually met my match, someone who was capable of out stubborn-ing me? Not me.
He slapped me again and I groaned inwardly, cursing the gooseflesh that broke out all over my skin, castigating myself for the excited gasp I let loose.
Kirch reached around, warm hands sliding down my belly, running his fingers over my swollen clit. Feathering a finger over the tiny bud teasingly, running his index finger through our combined juices, he played with my hidden pearl.
"Okay," I panted. "I'll say it!" I can't take much more of this, I thought desperately. He's killing me!
He stopped, his purr rattling to a stop, and waited.
Swallowing hard, I cleared my throat and tried to make the words come, tried to say it, but the jackass in me kept my lips firmly shut.
Kirch grunted and pulled out, flipping me over and onto my back so we were facing each other. Snarling in my face, he gripped my hips and entered me, tossing my legs over his shoulders as he flattened his body against mine.
"Say it," he choked out, his eyes closing briefly in bliss as he ground himself into me.
My eyes wide as he pretzeled me in half, my mouth opened on a silent moan, equally as excited for the change of position.
"Say it, Meanie," he whispered quietly.
Growling, he buried his face in my neck, lapping at the teeth marks he'd left there earlier as he nuzzled the flesh. Hips pumping, he pushed into me in short, harsh thrusts. Crying out his name, I gripped his shoulders tight, heedless of my nails digging into his skin.
"Please," he whispered in my ear, hurt laced throughout his tone.
Reaching up with trembling fingers, I ran my hands over the thick mane of hair haloing his head—a thick mane I'd only ever seen on him—and, gripping it, pulled his head back. "I'm not yours," I stated fiercely, surprising him.
Stunned, his eyes dulled and his face fell—he looked absolutely crushed.
Pulling his head down to mine, I snarled in his face. "You're mine!" With that, I crushed his lips to mine, biting at his lower lip. I nipped it hard, almost drawing blood, running my tongue over it to soothe the sting.
"Meanie." Kirch growled eagerly, his heart beating wildly against my breast, our chests pressed together so tight it almost hurt, he crushed me to him so tight.
His tongue slipped into my mouth, tangling with mine in a wicked kiss as we both tried to lead each other in the dance.
Fist still full, I tugged on his hair again. Neck arching, the kiss broke and he groaned, running his hands over me frantically. His actions told me just how much he enjoyed my bossy attitude, even if he insisted otherwise. Kirch started to tremble, thighs shaking as he pulled out slightly to grind back into me, letting me know he was getting close.
"What's the matter, sweetheart?" I panted tauntingly. "Can't keep up?" My hands traveled down his back, gripping his ass, egging him on.
He gripped my hips in response and lifted me up, rolling us into a sitting position on the floor, shouting out when I gripped his nipples and thrust myself down onto his shaft. Clenching around him tight, our shouts of completion echoed off the walls as we both flew over the edge together.
Chapter Fourteen
"T
hink they're alive?" Bia chuckled to Veck.
"Go away," I muttered, not even bothering to open my eyes. Mumbling under my breath, I pulled Kirch's and Veck's furs over my head.
Veck chuckled and tugged the furs back, running his hand down my cheek lovingly. "Meanie and Kirch happy now?" Veck asked—as always—amused.
"Define happy, husband?" I grumbled, right as Kirch said, "Yes."
"Quiet, you," I muttered to the smarmy baboon.
He just sighed happily and snuggled closer, his long legs and arms wrapped tightly around me. Hugging me to him possessively, he went back to sleep.
Grunting, I peeked an eye open to see what the two culprits responsible for interr
upting my nap wanted. One look at their faces and I glared at Veck as he smirked.
"You set me up," I half grumbled.
Eyebrows winging upward comically, he offered me a wide-eyed, innocent expression, then pointed to himself.
"Yes, you. You ditched me and left me with him.” Lifting a hand, I hooked a thumb over my shoulder. “What were you thinking?
Shrugging, he smothered a chuckle. "Veck left. Kirch watch Meanie." Head tilting, he eyed me up and down appreciatively, then nodded. "Meanie safe."
Rolling my eyes, I snorted disgustedly, the beginnings of my dirty look ending abruptly as a short but well fought battle between myself, the Sandman, my jaw, and a serious lack of sleep that was trying to pry the damned thing wide open, ensued. I eventually lost, the yawn I’d been fighting off winning as I surrendered to the inevitable.
Sighing heavily as my eyes slid shut, jaw cracking on another long, drawn out yawn I couldn’t quite shake as sleep deprivation had its say, I waved them away. "Whatever. Go away, I'm broken."
"Broken?" Bia laughed, a smile in his voice.
"Yes. Broken." Done talking, I jerked the furs back over my head.
It was Bia who pulled them off this time. "Broken how?" he whispered, smirking.
"It's all his fault," I said on a sigh, forcing my heavy lids open to wave off behind me.
Veck smiled and leaned in, bending down to kiss me, but Kirch growled at him warningly, grumbling something in their language that had Veck grumbling back.
Veck’s teeth snapped and he chuffed, growling something gruff and harsh, more snarl than grumble, shutting Kirch up to kiss me anyway.
"You were saying?" Bia reminded.
"Kirch slimed me, then broke my vagina.” Straight faced, sober as a judge, I held a hand up, shaking my head sadly.
Bia burst out laughing, while Veck’s gaze jerked back to meet mine, horrified.
"Slimed and broke your..." my massive mate trailed off, eyeing the v of my thighs worriedly.
Kirch's hand snuck around to cup my sex and he grunted. Chest rumbling, he mumbled something to Bia and Veck that set Bia off into a fresh round of laughter. Lips twitching, Veck just smiled and shook his head.
"What did you just say?" I huffed, poking Kirch accusingly.
He just purred against my back, nuzzling closer.
"Veck?" Eyes narrowing dangerously, I felt my lips pursing in irritation.
Unwilling to answer, my mate-husband just shrugged and chuckled.
"Bia?" Voice small and uncertain, I was starting to get upset at all this not sharing bull crap. Can’t say I'm all that fond of the idea of being the butt of one of their jokes.
Bia didn’t answer.
"You're hurting my feelings." Glaring at them all, I pouted.
Bia stopped laughing almost instantly, admitting sheepishly, "He said he didn't break you, he fixed you."
"Oh! Kirch! You stupid baboon! You are such a jerk!" I ranted, ignoring Bia and Veck as they both started laughing anew.
Kirch grunted and chuckled, purring in my ear, "But Kirch is Meanie's stupid baboon."
"You'll be a very lonely, very horny stupid baboon if you don't watch it, mister!"
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"Bia?"
"Yes, Mina, my sweet?"
"Could you please inform Kirch that I am trying to eat here and his incessant nattering is getting on my nerves?"
"Veck thinks Kirch hears Meanie," Veck added helpfully, grinning at Kirch as the temporarily shunned male tried to catch my attention.
After a few more choice comments from Kirch throughout the week, I'd decide to give him the silent treatment. It didn't bother him at first, not until he realized he wouldn't be getting anymore cuddles or play time while I was mad at him. That sure fixed his furry wagon. Hmph.
We were all gathered at the bonfire, and I was currently snuggled up comfortably in Veck's lap. Bia had just gotten back from his turn on one of the hunting trips they took for meat, and we couldn’t seem to take our eyes off each other.
He'd been gone all week and I'd missed him horribly. We haven't had a moment with each other since the day by the lake holding hands, and the strain was almost visible—I could tell he was getting antsy.
"Meanie," Kirch said irritably, bringing me back to the present. "Kirch not bad to Meanie."
There was a commotion off to the side, squawking and squeaking, voices hushing, interrupting the party. Voices subsided and whole conversations halted.
Curious, my gaze travelled over everyone, landing squarely on the problem—a big problem.
Stumbling to my feet in disbelief, I froze when I spotted Tarnk—a big, thick snow beastie who’d just come back with Bia from the hunt—striding up with Candy. Candy, I thought acidly, and tensed, glancing worriedly at Kirch as he caught on that something wasn’t right.
Frowning, he set his food down and stood up, gaze darting around to see what all the fuss was about. Grumbling something under his breath, he frowned when he saw her approaching.
"Willy!" she cried excitedly, tittering in her high-pitched squeak when she caught sight of me. Bouncing up and down like a jack rabbit on crack, she ran over to me.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I practically growled at her, jumping up to stand in front of my men, trying to block Kirch from her view.
She stopped, skidding along in the snow, hesitant. Glancing around, wide eyes going a bit buggy, she gulped. Once she realized just how pissed off I was to see her, she tittered anxiously, forcing a constipated smile.
Kirch sidled up behind me, wrapping his arms around me protectively. "Only Meanie," he whispered in my ear, smiling when I melted against his back.
As his purr rumbled against my spine, soothing me more than his words could, some of the fight drained out of me.
"Willy?" Candy murmured worriedly, wringing her hands. Eyeing Kirch’s hold on me, she blinked and frowned.
"Why are you here?" Holding onto a modicum of control, my voice came out much calmer this time.
"Uhm... well, I wanted to stay here." Dark baby blues bright as she batted her lashes, she nodded eagerly.
"Why?" I couldn’t keep the note of suspicion out of my voice.
Tarnk, who was standing a little off to the side, ping pong-ed his gaze back and forth, trying to keep up with our conversation.
"Are you with him?" I asked, tossing my head in Tarnk's direction.
"Yes?" She blinked, glancing around nervously as she bit her lip.
Her answer, at least to my ears, came out oddly like a question. The blinking at everything crap was getting annoying fast, too. Was that a tell of hers? A nervous habit? Does she have an eye problem? What the hell?!
Whatever, she’s with Tarnk. Let him put up with her squawking and blinking, she’s his to deal with now.
"Good," I muttered warningly. "Keep it that way."
Satisfied we’d talked long enough, Tarnk scooped Candy up to carry her off.
"But..." she whined, terror in her small, expressive face, large eyes bulging, lips trembling as she looked to me.
“If you didn’t want this then why did you come?”
“I, uhm, do?” Candy blinked, biting her thick lip, and I was frickin’ done.
Forget her. Do it like that. I don’t care.
Snorting, I turned my back on her then, trying to dismiss the whole thing as nothing as I glared at Kirch.
Tarnk and Candy’s voices drifted off as they departed, Candy’s yippy, poodle like yelps fading into the night. She chose to come back, chose Tarnk, I told myself. Can’t exactly un-mate him now, or whatever it is they’ve done, I thought, shaking my head.
And just so we were clear on all fronts here... Reaching over, gripping the fur on Kirch’s chest, lacing my fingers through it, I pulled hard. "You even look at her funny and I swear I'll bite your dick off," I threatened.
Kirch grinned from ear to ear, hugging me close. "Meanie loves Kirch." Nuzzling my nape, he sighed happily.
"You're mine
, and don't you forget it!" I snarled, still glowering at him.
"Well, she's mine right now," Bia announced, tugging me away from Kirch, taking my hand in his. "So you two are just going to have to figure out what to do without us."
"But... Candy... she's... I don't," I spluttered.
Bia steered me off and away from the crowd, despite my protests. "Mina," he said sternly, stopping to glance at Kirch. “If he's half as smart as I'm hoping he is," he ignored Kirch's indignant grumbling and Veck's laughter, "he'd know he'd be a fool to ever do anything so stupid." And with that, he turned us back in the right direction, frog-marching me towards the far end of the village, closer to Dorothy's place.
"Where are we going?" I asked curiously, once we’d gotten a short distance away.
"Honestly?" We were quickly approaching a small hut, the scenery blurring past as Bia rushed us along.
"Yes."
"My hut, so I can have my wicked way with you.” Bia glanced at me as I stopped. “You're all mine tonight, Mina, my sweet," he purred huskily, turning to face me fully.
Blue eye glowing, he cupped my face in his hand, leaning in. A husky growl in his throat, he brought his lips down to mine hungrily. I kissed him back, moaning aloud, running my hands through the soft pelt on his chest.
His hair wasn't coarse like Veck's and Kirch's. No, it was softer, more human-like—silky almost—but still thick.
"Mina," he murmured against my lips, backing me up until I felt my spine resting against a wall. Groaning helplessly, he deepened the kiss, his tongue gliding inside my mouth to duel with mine.
Fingers caressed my thighs and I felt him pulling up my dress, reaching for the ties to my pants, gripping the waist to yank them down my legs.
"Someone might see us," I whispered nervously.
"Everyone else is at the bonfire and it’s dark," he said confidently, grinning when he saw me bared for his perusal.
A little growl rumbling his chest, he got down on his knees, helping me out of my pants and boots.
Tugging my feet farther apart, his fingers stroked my inner thighs and he licked his lips hungrily, his gaze trained on my most intimate place.
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