by Tl Reeve
He shuddered. “Come, Jenna. Show me.” Osirus crossed to the bed, dropping his towel along the way.
She gasped. Her wide, blissed out honey-colored eyes stared at him through heavy lids. Her lips were parted on a soft pant. Her breasts were bare, and her nipples were two hard points, begging for his attention. Osirus’ mouth watered as he climbed in next to her.
“What are you doing here?” Her back arched as she pressed down on her clit. “Go away.”
“No.” He turned toward her. “I won’t leave you in this state.” He pushed her hand out of the way. “Let me help you.”
“You can’t.” She sighed. “It never works.”
He gave a low, gruff chuckle. “It will. Trust me to ease you.”
She whined. “You’re an asshole and way too fucking cocky for your own good.”
“And you’re too stubborn for yours.” He brushed his fingers along her slick slit and groaned. “Fuck, you’re all wet.” He lifted his fingers to his mouth to taste her. “Like pure fucking sugar. I could eat you all day.”
Her gaze flashed something decadent and debauched, before dulling a bit. “O, please don’t...”
“Is it what you want?” He rubbed her clit. “Do you need my mouth on your pussy to make you come?”
“Shut up,” she snarled.
“Make me,” he countered.
She rolled them so that she had him pinned to the bed, surprising the fuck out of him. “What are you doing?” Her pussy was poised right over his cock, and he could feel the heat of her snatch, tempting him to take her.
“Shut up.”
She lowered herself onto his erection, taking him an inch at a time. Osirus strained against her hold. It was too much and not enough as she took her time impaling herself on his dick. When she finally settled over him, she whimpered. Each spasm of her wet, hot pussy pushed him closer to the edge. He rolled his hips and groaned. She held him in a sensual vise. The more he moved, the harder she clamped down, torturing him.
“I’m in control,” she yowled, exposing the straight length of her canine.
“Fuck me, Jenna.” Osirus let the lion forward. “Make me come for you, mate.”
“Don’t talk. You’ll ruin it.”
Jenna rode him hard and fast. Each lift of hips allowed his length to rub along her plush walls, setting off the most exquisite sensations through his body. The way she also took control, taking what she wanted from him, turned him on as well. He watched the play of emotions traverse her features, sank into the subtle changes in her scent, and reveled in the sounds she made when she was desperate for her release.
“Get there, Jenna.” He groaned. “Come on my dick.”
She shattered. She shook and bucked, riding him harder while squeezing the life out of him. His ass clenched as the tingle at the base of his spine became painful because he held back. It stole his ability to breathe and his ability to think. His heart galloped in his chest. His jaw ached from clenching his teeth so not to bite her neck.
When she opened her eyes, they were wild, filled with lust. She was in the throes of passion, and it was fucking beautiful. Her soft breasts pressed to his chest, while she nuzzled his neck. As stimulated as he was, he didn’t come. He promised to give her pleasure. To relieve the symptoms of her estrus. This was all for her and nothing else. He couldn’t allow her to suffer in silence because her brain and her panther couldn’t reconcile what he already knew to be true.
“Osirus...” Her breath brushed across his jaw and ear, and he shuddered. “I can’t stop it.”
“Don’t have to,” he grunted. “I’ve got you.”
She whimpered again while rolling her hips. A harsh ripple worked through her vagina, dragging him perilously close to the edge. If he didn’t stop them now, he’d be inside her all night and she’d never be able to leave his side for anything. He fit his hand between them, ready to pull out and jerk himself off.
Jenna growled. “No.”
Fuck. He’d never seen her like this. She was a badass bitch on any given day, but get her into heat, and she was pure Alpha grace and power. “What are you going to do, sweet pea? You got me lodged deep in you.” He shifted his hips, so he sank all the way inside her. “If you want this cum, you’re going to have to get it.”
She rode him hard then, growling and grunting like a feral cat in heat. Her yowls and hisses were a sight to behold as she fucked him with such raw abandon. She raked her claws down his chest then dug those little spiked tips into his shoulders for purchase.
“Jenna. Fuck. Let me pull out.” Osirus groaned. It fucking hurt to hold back. His balls were going to be blue for days because of how he held back. His dick jerked within her, and he whimpered.
“No,” she cried. “In me. Please.”
He stared up at her. She was a total badass panther bitch in heat, and he was powerless to her wishes. He’d give her the fucking world if he could and then some. “Don’t fucking regret this in the morning.” He grabbed onto her hips and ground her against him.
Osirus let out a startled cry then groaned as the walls of pussy rhythmically pulled his cum from him. It felt so fucking good. It hurt so fucking bad. He twitched and pulsed within her, giving her every drop of his release. Drawing in a ragged breath, he let it out slow. They were going to be like this for a minute.
Jenna fell forward and nuzzled his neck. She curled into him as best as she could without dislodging him. Her deep sigh of satisfaction was music to his ears, but he also worried come the morning things would return to normal and they’d pretend this night never happened. The next week would be hell on both of them if that was how she played it. He could only hope after their night together, she’d realize he meant everything he said to her, and he’d never walk away.
Chapter Nine
Jasmine made her way through the downstairs after she put away the last of the breakfast dishes and wiped down the table and countertops. The house was eerily quiet, with everyone either entertained for the moment or out of the house. Except for Jenna, who was currently pacing in her kitchen. When she’d arrived that morning, she’d been irritable as fuck, and she smelled like Osirus. Jasmine held back her snicker when fear clouded her sister’s eyes. She wouldn’t push Jenna, but she hoped her sister would tell her something...anything.
It was finally Jenna’s time, and Jasmine couldn’t be happier for her sister. She hadn’t been the only one to leave her life behind ten years ago. Jenna had given up her entire life to come with her, help her with the girls and protect her. She’d given up her job and the budding relationship she was just starting to form with Osirus.
In some ways, it had been harder for Jenna. She didn’t have the foundation of a mating with Osirus, so those bonds were not in place like they had been with her and Rapier. Nor did she have enough good memories to last her through the decade of loneliness.
It didn’t mean though that she wasn’t going to speculate or gossip with her mate the second she got into their bedroom.
For now, she left her sister at the kitchen table with a pot of coffee. Jenna needed to sort through her emotions, and Jasmine couldn’t interfere. If Jenna needed her, she’d be there. Until then, she’d wait impatiently for all the juicy details.
Bounding up the stairs, she heard the faint muttering of Rapier speaking to someone. His sexy little chuckle had her body quivering with need. The panther who lived beneath her skin stretched and mewled with need. They were both looking forward to her upcoming estrus.
When she opened their bedroom door, Rapier was lounging half-naked on their bed, phone at his ear. He gave her one of his cocky half-smiles, the one she adored and which set her pulse racing with anticipation.
Giving him a saucy wink, Jasmine toed off her shoes before shimmying out of her shorts. His laser beam gaze focused on her after she pulled her tank off. Dressed only in a pink thong, and matching silk bra she knew exactly what he saw.
With a raised brow, Jasmine dropped to her knees before crawling between
his sprawled legs, her gaze on the bulge in his jeans. Her eyes flickered to his. She had his full attention now. Her hands caressed his jean-clad thighs, basking in the power and strength of his big body.
“Hold on, Keeley,” he said, his voice growly and dark.
Jasmine smiled. His lion was close and wanted to play.
Goodie, goodie, gumdrop.
“What are you doing?” he hissed after he hit a button on the phone.
“Playing, daddy,” she purred, knowing he muted the call.
“Fuck, Kitten,” he growled when her small hand cupped his raging erection through his jeans. She looked up at him expectantly, waiting for his approval to continue. “Keep fucking playing.”
“Sorry about that,” he said after he pressed another button. “Yeah, listen, Keeley, just put in whatever security system you have on your house.” Rapier snorted. “Because I know your mate won’t fuck around with yours or his pups’ security. I don’t care how much it cost.”
Jasmine nuzzled his crotch, craving his big cock in her mouth, his cum on her tongue. Then he’d fuck her senseless. Right now, though, she wanted to play with his two piercings.
While he continued talking with Keeley, Jasmine reached for the buttons of his jeans, unbuttoning them one by one until his cock broke through the fabric.
Pearly drops of pre-cum gathered around the Prince Albert silver loop at the tip, before dripping down his throbbing length. He had changed the ring. It was no longer the massive silver loop. This one was smaller and way less intimidating.
Leaning forward, Jasmine lapped at his salty essence and savored the taste of him on her tongue. Rapier’s long, thick fingers dug into her scalp, pulling her closer to him. Jasmine knew what he wanted, but she also wanted to play. Her tongue flicked the hoop, watching in fascination as another drop of pre-cum pooled at the tip. He gave her head a tug, just enough so tiny pinpoints of pain mixed with the pleasure that was building low in her womb. Her clit throbbed, making her panties wet.
“Can we do it tomorrow?” he asked, his voice dark and heavy with desire.
Jasmine wondered if Keeley had an inkling of what was actually going on. Most likely not, but even so, it was slightly naughty. Needing to push him further, she took the wide, plum-shaped head of his cock between her lips. Her tongue teased the hoop, gently tugging and flicking it while she increased the pressure around the sensitive glans of his cock.
“Yeah, okay. See you then,” Rapier said, his tone rushed.
Jasmine smiled around his tip. She heard the phone thud against the floor right before his right hand joined his left. His fingers dug into her hair, knotting up the tresses. She reveled in it.
“Fuck, kitten, your mouth around my dick is straight from my damn dreams. Take more,” he encouraged, using his fingers to pull her down, feeding her more of his cock. “Fuck, yeah, that’s it, kitten, take more of my dick.”
Jasmine moaned, loving the deep growly undertones of his voice. She swore she could feel the vibrations caressing her skin, which told her she was close to her own release, just from sucking on his dick.
Once, a long time ago, Rapier had her on her knees, backed up against a wall as he fucked her face, hard. Tears had streamed down her cheeks mixing with her saliva and his pre-cum. It landed in globs onto her breasts. It had been intense, rough, and she had loved every second of it. Then, Rapier came down her throat, at the exact time she experienced her own orgasm. Just from sucking his cock.
Afterward, Rapier had been apologetic. He worried he’d hurt her, or better yet, he’d been concerned his lion hurt her since it had been the surly beast who lived under his skin who had taken over. Jasmine had assured him over and over that she had liked it and that at no time had she been scared or worried he’d hurt her. Rapier hadn’t cared. From that moment on, her mate held himself back whenever she attempted to blow him. Even now, ten years after the incident had occurred, he held onto his control.
Jasmine eased off, nibbling at his cockhead. Her tongue rubbed against the glans and the sensitive underside of his cock. Little by little, she worked her way down the heavy sac under his dick. Rapier shifted, spreading his legs, allowing her more access. The first lap of her tongue across his balls had him hissing in pleasure.
Burrowing deeper between his legs, she oh so gently drew the ultra-sensitive sac between her lips, allowing her tongue to lap and suck at them. With her free hand, she stroked his long, thick shaft, at a slow, sumptuous pace.
“Damn, baby, that’s good. But go back to sucking my dick,” he commanded with a purr.
Her clit pulsed with need, and she was so wet the juices from her sex were running down her thighs. She was horny, and estrus was going to be a bitch this month. For the first time in ten years, Jasmine actually looked forward to her heat cycle. Her skin already felt hot and tight. Her clit ached with need, and her pussy would remain wet and needy until Rapier either knocked her up or the end of the seven days. Whichever came first.
Letting go of his sac with a loud pop, Jasmine moved back to his dick. The head was engorged, and dark in color, a sign of his arousal. Copiously amounts of pre-cum gathered around the tip and dripped down his long length.
“C’mere,” he ordered, pulling her up and over his big body.
“I thought you wanted—”
“I did. Changed my mind. I want to see those beautiful tits of yours bounce as you fuck me,” he ordered in the tone she knew not to argue with. “I need in my pussy, kitten.”
Jasmine thought he’d rip the scrap of silk from her body. He didn’t. He pushed it aside with impatient hands, his fat cockhead rested in the well of her body. She groaned and rolled her hips while pushing down. The tip of his cock pressed through her slit, stretching the tight flesh of her channel.
“My pussy is so wet and tight,” he cooed, his fingers digging into her hips as he eased her down his long length, inch by slow tortuous inch. “God damn, kitten.”
“So good, daddy.” She rolled her hips, struggling to take the thickest part of him deep inside of her body.
“Take it all, kitten. Every fucking inch,” he snarled.
No matter how many times they fucked, there was always the slightest resistance before he was able to sink balls deep inside of her. She gasped in a mix of pleasure and pain when her body finally relaxed enough to take him all. Rapier’s thumb pushed between the lips of her sex, rubbing against the hardened nub of her sex.
“Rapier,” she yowled, digging her nails into his wide chest.
“Ride my dick. Kitten,” he commanded before he rested his left hand behind his head. “I want to fill you up with my cum.”
Fuck…her mate and his dirty mouth. She couldn’t even say it didn’t turn her on. It did. They both knew it and felt it as her sex clenched around him.
The material of her bra felt abrasive and tight on her skin. It was also irritating the piercings in her nipples. Reaching between her breast, she clicked the piece of plastic holding the cups together. She gave a sigh of relief when the cool air of the room brushed over her sensitive flesh.
Rapier reached up, pushing her hands out of the way, and ripped off the offending torture device. His large, warm hands replaced her bra. He used his thumbs and forefingers to worry her nipples.
“Fuck me, baby. Ride your dick, kitten.”
Leaning back, she rested both of her hands on his strong thighs. Jasmine worked her pussy up and down his shaft, pushing the metal against her sweet spot, deep in her body. She shuddered. A fresh wash of her cream rained down on him, and she could feel the slickness making both of them wet.
Rapier never stopped playing with her nipples, except now he was tugging ever so gently on the hoops on the tight buds. “Love my pussy and love my good girl, doing what her daddy told her to do.”
Her pussy clenched, and her clit throbbed.
She needed to come. With each downward thrust, Rapier counterthrust, sinking his dick deep inside of her. Jasmine reached for her release. It was hovering
, right there, right out of her grasp, building low in her belly. If Rapier were to touch her clit, she was sure it’d take a single brush of his thumb for her body to explode.
He wouldn’t make it that easy, though. She’d have to work for it.
His deep, dark growls mixed with the lewd sounds of her pussy as she rode his cock. It was heady and animalistic. His sharp nails dug into her hips, pulling her harder onto his body. She’d have bruises for sure, and it turned her on. All she cared about was finding her release and then feeling him explode inside of her. She craved her orgasm, like an addict craved their next fix.
His beast had already taken over. She knew it when she felt the bite of pain at her hips from his claws. She knew if she saw his eyes right now, it would be the eyes of his lion. The closer she got to her release, the more she needed to see his eyes. Unable to stand it a moment longer, she moved, placing both hands beside his head while working her pussy up and down his dick.
Hazel eyes clashed with the blue eyes of Rapier’s lion. He flashed her a devilishly cocky grin. His lion was an asshole to everyone else. Not to her though, not in this situation. The lion was forceful, but also playful, allowing her to push until he took control of the situation. Rapier kept one hand on her hip and placed the other one at the nape of her neck. He held her in place while he continued to fuck her. His thrusts were forceful. Deep.
“Going to plant my cub in you again, mate,” he growled, his voice rough like sandpaper. “Watch you grow big with our baby, showing the world who exactly you belong to.”
“Always you, daddy,” she whimpered.
Jasmine gave a startled cry when she found herself flat on her back, Rapier’s big body looming over her. He placed his hands on either side of her head, lifting his body almost completely off her, except where they were joined. Jasmine wrapped her legs high around his trim waist, clinging to him. “Fuck me hard, daddy.”
“Brace, kitten.” He gave her a curt warning before pulling out to the tip then flexed his hips and slammed deep inside of her, bottoming out and butting up against her cervix. He fucked her so hard, she moved up the bed, tangled in the covers.