by Delta James
So intense was her arousal, she could barely breathe as her inner walls shook and quivered. There was no way, even in her dream, to comprehend her primitive response to his treatment of her. The spanking ramped up her passion and he seemed intent on extracting as much pleasure from his use of her as he could. Flynn’s breathing became shallower and in syncopated rhythm to his thrusting. She wondered where the soft mewling noises were coming from and realized they were coming from her. Alex’s groaning was in perfect time and harmony to the sounds she was making.
Flynn started to pant as she neared the edge of completion. Sensing her impending climax, he plunged harder and deeper so that he pounded her pussy with feral abandon. He gave a last brutal thrust, and she toppled into the abyss of ecstasy, screaming his name. Her pussy spasmed as it contracted all along his length. She writhed in his hold as his cum gushed into her, bathing her wrecked inner walls, savoring her response. Her orgasmic tremors continued as his cock twitched inside her, dispersing the last of his seed and inflicting little mini-orgasms on her as she cried softly in complete and abject submission while he finished.
The dreams were wildly erotic and devastatingly humiliating. She would never admit to finding Alex’s dominant possession of her body and soul both so arousing and comforting. There was a sense of satisfaction of a long-held, but unspoken need, to submit to him. Her body shuddered violently as it ascended from the inky depths of unconsciousness, determinedly seeking the light despite her desire to stay shrouded in the shadows.
“Flynn? Flynn?” she heard him say. “Josh? Allie? Somebody get Simon!” Alex bellowed.
“Jesus, Alex, could you keep it down?” she moaned. “I have the mother of all headaches. In fact, it only hurts slightly less than the rest of my body. I’d kind of gotten used to having a sore ass and pussy since you came charging into my life, but this is on a whole other level.”
Alex crushed her to him, squeezing the breath from her lungs. “Flynn, you’re alive.”
“Well, duh. You’re squishing me. I’m too weak to run. Could you... oh shit, Alex,” she said, panicked as she glanced around what appeared to be a well-appointed bedroom. “There were two Komodos...”
“They can’t hurt you; they’re dead.”
Flynn looked down; she was dressed in a delicate nightgown that appeared to be made out of gossamer silk. Her chest which should, she remembered, have a large hole in it, appeared to be completely healed.
Seeing the alarmed look in her eyes, he said, “You’re fine; the damage from the gunshot...”
“I was shot?”
“Yes, but it has healed completely.”
“How? Wait, are you hurt? I recall blood... so much blood,” she whispered.
“I had a small, self-inflicted wound which is healed. Koto’s assassins are dead.”
“You killed them, right? I hope so. I probably should be upset that you killed them, but I’m not. We’re going to have to kill David Koto...”
“We will do nothing of the sort. I will deal with Koto, but I agree that until he breathes his last, he will not stop.”
Three people she didn’t recognize burst through the door.
“Flynn, I see you decided to join us,” said a man who appeared to be Alex’s double.
“I’m Allie, Josh’s wife,” said a beautiful blonde, standing at the end of the bed and indicating Alex’s twin brother. “And this is Simon. He’s the doctor up here and has been taking care of you.”
Alex pulled Flynn forward and plumped pillows behind her back before laying her back to rest against them. She found it odd that he knew how to plump pillows.
“Simon, take a look at her. How is she?” asked Alex.
The doctor sat on the edge of the bed, listened to her heart, and took her vital signs. “She appears to be completely healed...”
“How long have I been out of it?” asked Flynn.
“Several days,” said Simon, looking at her over his glasses. “Why don’t you tell me how you feel?”
“Like shit,” snapped Flynn, “and like I told Alex, I have the mother of all hangovers.”
“Bad enough that you’d like me to give you something?” he asked solicitously.
“Just some aspirin or ibuprofen,” she answered. “Where did all of you come from and where am I?”
Simon stood and turned to Alex. “She’s come through the transition just fine. It seems to have resolved anything that might have resulted from the gunshot. I’d like her to take it easy for a few days, but then she should be as good as new... better even.”
“What’s he talking about?” snarled Flynn.
“Calm down, Flynn. No one here will hurt you,” said Alex reassuringly.
“That’s not technically true, bro,” said Josh with smiling eyes. It was interesting, the two men appeared to be identical twins. But Josh’s features seemed to be somehow softer—his eyes quick to gleam with amusement and his overall countenance lighter than Alex who had a tendency to glower. “Just last night you were saying how you couldn’t wait until she was healed so you could... how did you put it? Oh yes, beat her ass until she never even thinks to try and escape you again,” he continued, laughing as he finished.
“You’re not helping, Josh,” said Alex exasperatedly.
“You’re right, he’s not,” said the pretty blonde, standing at the end of the bed. “Simon, do you think she’s strong enough to take a shower? I imagine that would go a long way towards making her feel better.”
“Yo, Allie, you might try addressing these remarks to me. I’ve had it with people telling me what to do,” Flynn said, flinging back the covers.
“Flynn,” growled Alex, “these people have been looking after you. Behave yourself.”
Flynn swung her legs over the edge of the bed and tried to stand up, a wave of dizziness forcing her to sit back down. She batted at Alex’s hand as he steadied her.
“Don’t...” She felt herself swaying. “So much blood.”
“It’s all right, Flynn, you’re safe now. No one here will hurt you.”
Flynn pushed at him. “Leave me alone. I want a shower and to get dressed. Then I’m going home.” She stood again, this time using the bedpost for support.
“Flynn, please let me help you,” said Allie.
“You know, Flynn, that might not be a bad idea,” offered Simon. “If you get lightheaded in the shower you could bang your head.”
“If she isn’t safe in the shower, I will take her,” growled Alex.
“Doesn’t anyone hear me? I’m fine. I’m taking a shower and I’m going home.”
“You are home,” said Alex with a sensual snarl as he pulled her into his arms.
Why had she never noticed before how incredibly sexy he was? Wait, that wasn’t true, she’d noticed, oh God, how she’d noticed.
The very thought of him was enough to make her nipples bead and desire to swirl in her nether regions before invading her entire body. The idea of a shower with Alex Kingston had a certain appeal. Certainly, getting to feel his strong hands caressing her body, leaning against his muscular frame and feeling his cock, swollen between them had a great deal of appeal. In fact, the idea of fucking him sounded like a much better idea than just taking a shower.
She could feel the engorged bulge pulsing between them, behind the fly of his jeans. Flynn maneuvered her hand so that she was able to slip it between them and down past the inside of his waistband. Alex groaned as she gently fondled him. She was not expecting the harsh, staccato slap that landed on her behind. She tried to jump back but was held firmly in place.
“I told you to behave. If I have to tell you again, it will be more than one swat that lands on your backside.” He turned to the doctor. “Just how recovered is she?”
Simon chuckled. “Recovered enough that you can deal with your mate as you see fit within limits—nothing too harsh or strenuous.”
“In other words, asshole, we could have fucked,” hissed Flynn, feeling her nipples continuing to tighten
as her pussy threatened to drip its need down the inside of her thigh.
“And we will,” grumbled the beast who held her close and who she could feel was barely keeping his anger and lust in check. “The rest of you,” he said over his shoulder, “get out.”
“Alex...” started Allie.
“Allie, we talked about this. Stay out of it,” said Josh, taking his wife by the hand. “We’ll give the two of you a little privacy.”
Once they were alone, Alex drew the nightgown over her head and gently lowered her back to the bed, following her down with his own body.
“I have missed you, mate. I thought I might have lost you,” he murmured, parting her thighs with his knees and kissing her mouth, stopping to suckle her nipples before engulfing the entire areola surrounding them.
Without thought Flynn arched her back, pushing the entirety of her breast deeper into his mouth. She grasped his forearms and reveled in his sensual onslaught. Alex seemed unhurried and took time to ensure both nipples were fully engorged, and her arousal completely awakened.
“I... I,” he started.
“Shh,” she said, placing her hand over his mouth. “I don’t want to talk, Alex, I just want to feel. I just want you.”
He grinned at her before continuing to make his way down her body until he settled himself between her legs so that his mouth would now be able to pleasure her. His muscular arms wrapped around her thighs, parting the wet folds of her vulva. Lowering his head, he sucked the swollen nubbin at the apex of her thighs into his mouth, wrapping his tongue around it and sucking. Her hips undulated, spreading her legs and offering herself more fully to him. Her world spun out of control, pussy aching with emptiness, but throbbing. As he sucked the small button between her legs, Flynn felt her impending climax as it rushed towards her, threatening to tear her world apart.
Alex reached under her, his finger rimming and then entering the tight ring of muscle guarding her back passage. It gave way, allowing him to penetrate and stroke her there as his other hand pressed her into the mattress as he pinched and tugged on her nipples. She felt an orgasm crashing down upon her and cried out. He allowed her to experience its full power until the tremors ceased and he returned to sucking and nibbling on her again. Now when she squirmed, it was not to get away from him.
Flynn’s second climax was faster and more intense, enveloping her in a haze of feeling centered solely on his mouth and what he was doing. She vaguely remembered that at some point before this she’d wanted to get away from him, but all she could do was press her mons more fully into his face so that his licking, nipping, and sucking had greater impact on her desire. Alex nuzzled her clit and kissed it before turning his attention to her molten core, dripping from its desire for his possession. He plunged his tongue into her, tasting her sweet elixir as she pushed herself against his face. Lapping up her honey, he encouraged her to produce more for his use. He thrust his tongue up into her and swirled it around making her cry out. The walls of her sheath clamped down, pulsating with a deep and old rhythm.
She clutched at his head as his hands slid under her body and he placed each of her legs over his shoulder on either side of his head. This was a new assault on her sensual nature and response to him. Earlier she had tried to push him away, now she wanted only to be closer to him, to be one with him. Never had she experienced such pleasure from a man, the slow burn he was creating was every bit as encompassing and compelling as the feral coupling she usually experienced with him. His only goal seemed to be eliciting the maximum response to his attentions. Once again, Flynn could hear and feel her breathing became shallow as electricity flowed through her system. She cried out as her pussy spasmed in need for something much larger and harder than his tongue.
When she’d come back to him, she looked down to see him still cradling her thighs between his arms, his chin resting on her mons as he stared at her intently. A low, grumbling from deep in his throat surrounded her and she heard an answering sound, surprised when she realized the noise was coming from her. Her entire body seem to vibrate with need. He traced slow, deliberate circles around her nipples with his fingertips as he nuzzled her clit. Once again, her body responded to his fondling and teasing. Flynn closed her eyes, reveling in the carnal pleasure he was providing. She refused to think, indulging in the sensations he was causing. She could feel the beginning of another orgasm.
He reversed the direction he had taken earlier and slowly dragged his hard body along her length, nipping, sucking, and kissing his way up. He dragged his hand between her legs which parted easily for him. Alex penetrated her wet heat with first one, and then two fingers. Removing his hand, he rolled on top of her, replacing his digits with his fully engorged cock, sinking to her depths before he groaned in satisfaction. While his hands and mouth had provided her with tremendous pleasure, she ached to feel him fully encased in her sheath before he began stroking her. His tongue and fingers had provided her with great erotic pleasure. His cock took that pleasure and amplified it. He filled her completely as her entire pussy was stroked from its entrance to its end.
Alex was well endowed. The length of his cock was complemented by girth. The entire circumference of her pussy was being stroked in the most exquisite way. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she surged upward to meet him. She almost orgasmed beneath him before he took his first stroke. Grasping her hips, he thrust in and out of her slowly. As he thrust forward the third time, Flynn came undone beneath him and climaxed, grasping at his back before digging her nails into it. He stilled within her and let her ride the crest of her orgasm without being distracted by anything. When her body stilled, he began his slow stroking again.
“More,” she whispered, wrapping her body around his and digging her nails into his back. “Faster. Harder.”
Alex moved hard against her. Flynn lost track of time and space; all she could do was feel. He had captured her completely. There was no escape. She could do nothing but respond to him. She knew that he was deliberately taking his time in achieving his own release. His only goal seemed to be how long and hard he could pleasure her before succumbing to his own need to drive deeply and empty himself into her. As he continued to move within her, Flynn’s pussy pulsed in the same rhythm as his stroking. She felt another orgasm begin to well up and envelop her as he stroked harder and faster and finally thrust home to empty himself deep within her.
Chapter Twelve
When he rolled off of her, Flynn felt the loss on a myriad of levels. She reflexively reached for him to stay his departure. Leaning down, he kissed her.
“I’m just going to go turn on the shower for you,” he said softly.
“Don’t,” she said, her voice breaking.
“It’s okay, Flynn,” he said standing and lifting her out of the bed.
Cradling her in his arms, he carried her into their adjoining bathroom and set her on her feet, ensuring that he supported her with one hand as he turned on and adjusted the shower. He stepped into the shower and drew her in with him.
Flynn glanced down and saw nothing that would indicate she’d ever been shot or injured in any way.
“How?” she said running her hand over where the wound should have been.
“I don’t suppose you’d buy Bactine and a Band-Aid?”
“Seriously, Alex. I remember a burning sensation and then blood; there was so much blood.”
He nodded. “Let’s get you washed up. Allie put some shampoo and conditioner in here she thought you might like.”
Flynn was confused. Gone was the man/beast whose rough treatment had so inflamed her libido. In his place was the man who was gently bathing her and washing her hair, combing conditioner through it. They enjoyed the hot, pounding water and once clean, got out and dried off.
“Simon wants you to rest up and get back in bed.”
“He said he wants me to take it easy. That earlier romp notwithstanding, I want my clothes and I want to go home.”
“You are home, Flynn. And you wil
l do as you’re told. Now, get back in that bed and stay there.”
“I was wondering what happened to the asshole,” she quipped.
“Get into bed, Flynn.”
She reached for a clean nightgown. “Should I ask who these belong to?”
“Jealous, mate?” he chuckled. “They belong to you. Allie had them sent up once she knew your size. But,” he said, seizing it, “you will remain naked in our bed until I am sure you are sufficiently recovered. While I’m gone, if you follow Simon’s orders, you can have run of the house, even the village if Yutu or Josh is with you...”
“I am not your mate and you do not get to tell me what I will and won’t do,” she said, making a grab for the gown.
“You are my mate and there are none here who will dispute it.”
“I will dispute it,” she snarled.
“You have no say in the matter. I’ll go down and get you something to eat. If you are anything other than naked and in our bed when I return, I will punish you for your disobedience.”
He turned on his heel and left her standing, naked and alone in the middle of the bedroom.
* * *
“Did you tell her?” Josh asked as he made his way down the staircase and into the kitchen.
“We didn’t do a lot of talking,” said Alex with a self-satisfied smile.
“I’ll bet. Which do you think she’s going to have the bigger issue with? The fact that you turned her without her consent or that she was unconscious for her own bonding ceremony?”
“Neither is relevant. She is both turned and my mate... her opinion never entered into it.”
“I think you will find her opinion matters a great deal. Personally, I think she might give you a pass on the whole being turned thing, but forcing her into a bonding ceremony...”
“But I didn’t force her; she didn’t object.”
“Because she was unconscious! Alex, I understand why you did it, especially turning her...”
“She would have died. As for the bonding, you know as well as I do that Kodiak females often have to be coerced into taking their vows. Now, regardless of what happens to me, she will have the protection of the clan.”