by Celia Kyle
Deuce sucked hard, smiled against her mound when she screamed and arched into him, back bowed as babbled words filled the air. Her nails dug into his scalp and hints of his blood mixed with the scents of their sex.
He released her and pulled away, smiling at her wailing “no,” and not bothering to grimace when she eased her grip and smacked his chest.
“Gonna come, kit. Fill you with my cum. Bite your pretty neck.” He increased his pace, ignoring the sweat that gathered on his brow and dripped onto her luscious chest. “Want that, Elly? Want to be mine?”
“Fuck, yes. Yours. Forever. Need.”
He gave her what she needed. What they needed. His thrusts came with more force, hips meeting with punishing drives that drew moans and groans from them both. She scratched and clawed him, leaving shallow furrows along his arms and shoulders, and he loved his wildcat. Er, squirrel. But it wasn’t love love. Not yet. It was too soon. There was no way he could lo—
Her scream overwhelmed his thoughts, drew his focus, and then she was motionless beneath him. Her mouth hung open on a silent yell, body poised at the edge, and he slammed into her, working to shove her over the cliff so he could join her in ultimate bliss.
His balls were begging to release their burden, pleasure surrounding him, coursing through his veins, and his lion roared in protest. But he held back. He refused to seek his pleasure before her.
But it took one, two, three more thrusts, and her form became a mass of trembling spasms. Muscles twitched and tightened, pussy milking him to near pain, and he let go, let his body do as it desired. His hips jerked, jolting, and his climax overcame his almost iron-clad control.
He roared, lion refusing to be silenced as his orgasm cut through him. The cat pounced and shoved him over the edge, pleasure shooting along his spine, and his balls let go. His dick swelled within her sheath, pulsing against her walls, and wave after wave of his cum shot from the head of his cock. Right into her waiting pussy.
Another of her screams joined his, her climax going on and on as he rode his release.
Then it was time to strike, time to join them while the ecstasy still traveled through her.
He opened his mouth wide, fangs bared, and sank them into her waiting shoulder. He growled, moaned as the seductive flavor of her blood flowed over his tongue. He dug his teeth into her flesh, marking her as his for all to see.
She belonged to him now in an unbreakable bond. She couldn’t change her mind. Not now. The truth couldn’t separate them.
Deuce’s balls continued to empty, cock pulsating until the pure pleasure bordered on pain, and he withdrew his teeth, lapping at the wound until it closed.
Still buried in her tight pussy, he pushed up until he could look into her satisfied face. She smiled at him, eyes glazed with passion.
Elly was his. Forever.
He stayed within her regardless of his softening cock, unwilling to leave her loving warmth.
There was that word again. The one he refused to acknowledge heedless of his true feelings.
“Hey.” Her voice was soft, tremulous, and her eyes glistened with gathering tears.
Releasing the blanket, he reached up and wiped away a single droplet. “Hey, no crying, kit.” He kissed away the next. “You can’t regret it now. You’re mine.”
She shook her head. “No. Happy tears. Promise. Happy-happy.” She smiled wide and pulled him toward her.
He didn't hesitate, opening to her when she forced their lips to meet. They shared a languorous kiss, mouths and tongues stroking and caressing without the heat of arousal marring the meeting.
With a final lap, she pulled away. “Very, very happy tears.”
Satisfied with her words, the conviction that filled her tone, he eased from her, tugging her along as he settled on his back. He pulled until she lay half across his body, and her curves snuggled against him as he cuddled her close.
Elly sniffled and nuzzled him, rubbing her soft cheek against his chest, and already his cock showed signs of coming back to life.
Damn, he’d just been inside her and he wanted to crawl into her once again.
She slid her leg along his, her smooth skin caressing him until her knee nudged his dick. “Mmm…”
“Minx.” He brushed a kiss across her temple.
“Squirrel.” Elly smiled against his chest and he couldn’t resist smacking her ass, eliciting a squeal from his mate.
“None of that. You tired me out, woman.”
She snorted. “I doubt it.”
“Hush.” Deuce shifted her until she lay fully across him with her warm pussy nestled against his cock. “We haven’t actually talked and we’re gonna do it, damn it. There are things you need to know…”
“Uh-huh.” She nibbled his chest, little teeth pinching and biting him, but not breaking skin.
He tried to keep going, tried to talk to his new mate. Really. But when she licked his nipple and then scraped her teeth across the nub, he couldn’t think. The sensation went straight to his cock and then, well, his cock went straight. He’d never believed his nipples were sensitive, but her every touch went right to his dick.
“Elly.” He meant her name to hold a warning tone, but it sounded more like a plea to his ears.
Since she giggled in response, he figured that’s what she’d heard as well.
There went his big, bad reputation.
A zing of pain slid through his chest and a hiss burst from his lips before he could tamper down his reaction. When the scent of his blood hit the room, he didn't doubt that his mate had sliced through his skin. And damn if it didn’t take his cock from half-hard to rocklike in an instant.
“Eloise…” Maybe her full name would deter her. He was going to confess all, explain the town’s reaction to him and his time with Freedom. Really.
Then she wiggled. A simple shift of her hips. Yup, there went his brain, right down to his dick, and all he could think about was sinking into her once again. He hadn’t had such a quick recovery time since he was a teen, but Elly drew him like no other.
She wiggled again and her belly caressed his length. She mumbled against his chest while alternating between licks and nips.
“Mine.” Lick.
“Claim.” Nip.
“Wanna.” Nibble.
Elly continued slithering down his body, lips caressing him as she continued her southward journey. The soft skin of her belly and chest bathed him in a silken caress and he fought against the need to rock against her. He’d had his way with her, claimed her as he desired. It was only fair he gave her a turn.
Because he wanted her bite more than his next breath. So he’d “suffer” through her ministrations.
Elly traced his hips, dipping into the carved lines he’d worked like hell to achieve. Having a beast inside him didn’t automatically translate to having a lean, muscled body. Based on her whimpering little moans as she nibbled him, his mate approved.
The closer she eased toward his cock, the harder he became, his dick long and thick and ready for whatever she’d give.
Her moist tongue neared the base of his shaft and his sex twitched, pulsing with need to feel her mouth on him. He forced himself to lie passive beneath her, his lion in full agreement while they waited to see how she’d torture them.
Low chittering clicks and growls came from his gorgeous mate, gentle licks slipping in between the sounds. Her delicate hands stroked his thighs, nails scraping his lightly furred skin, and he spread his legs wider, encouraging her exploration.
And she did.
Slowly she worked her way to the base of his shaft, lapping at his dick like a lollipop. He couldn’t suppress the soul-deep moan that gathered in his chest. He gritted his teeth and fought the urge to thrust, move, and force her touch where he desired.
Deuce was rewarded when her gentle touches traveled up his shaft, searing him with the heat of her mouth. While she loved his shaft, her small hands explored him further, cupping his balls and encircling his length. The
grip on his cock followed in the wake, stroking him as she tasted.
When Elly reached the tip he thought he’d go mad with need. His cat, content moments ago, snarled at him to take control, flip them, and slide back into her wet heat.
But this was her claiming. He’d taken what he desired and now it was time to give back.
For a little while.
All thoughts left. Elly’s sweet bow-shaped mouth opened and that lovely pink tongue lapped at the head of his cock. The tiny droplet of precum that’d formed disappeared into her mouth and then she returned, moaning against the head of his dick.
“Yes, that’s it, baby. Suck it.” His claws dug into the bedding and he realized he’d owe Rosie a new mattress before they checked out.
Elly did as he asked, increased suction on the spongy tip of his shaft, suckling him and tracing the edge with her tongue. She licked and drew on the head, taking him farther and farther into her mouth. More and more of his cock disappeared into her moist cavern and he sank into the pleasure.
She played along the underside of his cock, tracing the sensitive vein and then teasing below the head. She rose and fell along his length, hand working in tandem as she stroked and sucked his dick. He managed to keep his hips still while she teased and tormented him.
She cupped and massaged his balls, stroking the sensitive flesh, rolling them in her hand and adding to his growing ecstasy with every touch.
“Yes. That’s it, Elly. Take me. Claim me, kit.” He ached for nothing more than to be marked, was more than happy to beg for her to sink her sharp teeth into his flesh.
Elly’s pace increased, her sensuous slide turning into a rapid rise and fall. His balls hardened and rose against his body, pulsing with the need to release his cum, and she continued her tormenting caresses. Faster and faster she moved, the slide of her palm along his shaft made easier by her saliva until it almost felt as if he was snug in her pussy.
Almost.
Deuce’s orgasm approached, thundered through him while she kept up her pleasurable torture. Up and down she traveled, shining locks fanned around him as she brought him toward ecstasy.
And still she continued. Pace upping with every breath until the bliss gathered and encircled his hips, joined in her ministrations, and it felt as if a million tiny hands stroked his cock. His dick twitched, pulsed, and grew within the circle of her fingers and the sudden rush of orgasm ran toward him.
“Elly…” He couldn’t help but warn her. God, he was going to come, spill his seed within her waiting mouth, and the only thing better would have been to spend himself inside her slick pussy.
Elly moaned, the sound adding to his pleasure, and then his release was there, roaring through him like a lion racing through the savannah. He felt his dick twitch with the first string of cum, saw her lift her mouth from his cock, and the ecstasy was joined by a searing pain.
It rocketed through him, adding to the joyful release of his climax, increasing his enjoyment until he could barely see straight. The rapid stroking of his shaft was unending.
But nothing was better than seeing his sweet mate between his legs, her mouth pressed tight against his inner thigh, and the feeling of her razor sharp teeth buried in his flesh. She licked and sucked at the wound, drawing out his release, the pain multiplying the bliss tenfold.
Now the only thing he had to figure out was how the hell he could show off his mating mark. What could he do, drop trou in the middle of the street?
The rush of his orgasm eased and Elly slowed her ministrations, her touch easing until her hand cupped his spent cock. Her tongue brushed his new wound one last time and then she rested her cheek against his thigh. Her eyes sparkled with satisfaction as she stared at him, a sweet smile on her lips.
Fuck it. He was so proud of his mark, he’d walk naked down Main Street to show off her bite.
Even better, he’d take a picture of it and have the thing framed and hung in his house.
His house.
That brought reality crashing home. They really needed to talk. Really.
When she snaked out her tongue and lapped at his wound one last time he realized that talking was overrated. They could discuss things…tomorrow.
Chapter Six
“If the man can’t stick around after a night o’ nooky, fuck him. Not, like, fuck him again. More like a ‘get the fuck outta my bed’ thing.” — Maya O’Connell, Prima of the Ridgeville Pride and woman who no longer wakes up alone. She has twins; they always manage to climb into bed at some point. It’s Alex’s fault, though. He’s a pushover.
Elly woke with a moan, little aches and pains jolting through her as she stretched. A heavy weight across her middle reminded her of the man beside her.
Deuce.
Her mate.
Her forever.
She peeked over her shoulder, watched her lion sleep in the growing light in the room. While resting, he looked so sweet, so vulnerable. The lines of worry and pain didn’t mar his features and she resolved to do whatever she could to ease some of his burden. She didn’t doubt that much of his emotional hurt stemmed from the town, his family.
She’d fix him. Fix him and love him and…
A lump built in her throat and she swallowed past the bundle of feelings. Mating didn’t mean auto-love, but she couldn’t overlook the care he’d shown her, the way he’d tended for her both within Freedom and again once he’d found her. From what she’d gathered, Stone Redd had been keeping them apart. She wondered what her Deuce had done to get the gorilla to talk.
Elly hoped it’d been painful for the other man.
Like Stone-in-traction kind of pain.
Damn, the lion had made her a bloodthirsty herbivore.
Taking one last glance at her mate, she eased from beneath his arm, wiggled until she was able to roll from the bed.
A quick look around the room revealed that her clothes were in utter tatters, turned into scraps of fabric by Deuce’s claws before they’d made love. Well, the first time, anyway. Her pussy was deliciously raw after their night of passion and she couldn’t wait to have him within her once again. She wasn’t sure she’d ever get tired of sharing her body with him.
“Hmm…” She let her eyes flutter closed, remembered that last time they’d come together. Him behind her, slamming into her as he told her how beautiful she was to him. How he loved her curves and he’d paddle her ass if she decided to go on a diet and try to become a twig. He wanted her as she was.
A low snort drew her attention and her growly lion snuggled her pillow close, nuzzling the soft, downy cushion.
How could she not love him?
The tempting scents of breakfast teased her and drew her toward the room’s interior door. Sweet cantaloupe, watermelon, and berries called to her, beckoning her to venture into the common areas. She knew Rosie didn’t want them downstairs. Well, not Deuce anyway.
For now, she’d do as the woman asked and head below alone. But if she and Deuce were going to live in Colwich—
Wait. Maybe they wouldn’t. True, his family and hers called the small town home, but there was no reason the two of them had to stay. They could go anywhere. Her apartment was rented and she was pretty sure Granny Pierce’s place had been empty for some time. Hell, until now, she hadn’t believed the home was owned by anyone. It was just a landmark mentioned in directions for as long as Elly could remember.
“Go down Main, turn left on Jenkins, and then a right by old Granny Pierce’s place. It’s been sitting empty since…”
Shaking her head, she pushed aside thoughts of the future. Her only focus now needed to be her and Deuce and breakfast. Looking around the room, she hunted for something to wear and her gaze fell on her mate’s saddlebag. A quick dig resulted in a folded, wrinkled shirt. She pulled it on and was satisfied that it’d cover her enough for the trip downstairs when the hem brushed her knees.
A snuffle and a moan drew her attention back to the bed and she met Deuce’s sleepy gaze.
“Wh�
�r goin’?”
She padded back to him, lay across the mattress, and brought their lips together. They both had morning breath, so it didn’t matter. She licked his lips and delved into him, gently tangling her tongue with his in a lazy meeting of mouths.
Her arousal thrummed in a low murmur over her skin, but this kiss wasn’t a precursor to sex. It was easy and sweet. A soft good morning.
Until he shifted and managed to somehow wrap his arms around her waist and drag her to him.
“Much better,” he mumbled against her lips and returned to their kiss. A lick here, a nibble there.
Her nipples pebbled within her borrowed shirt, pressing against the soft, worn cotton. She was tired and sore, but none of it mattered when he gave her this. It wasn’t just lips and tongues interweaving. It was more. She felt the emotion that wafted toward her, the scent of attraction, deep feelings, wrapping around her in an embrace.
The emotions enveloped her, delved into her soul, and she returned them.
His hands wandered over her, sliding along her spine and moving to cup the plump mounds of her ass. He squeezed and kneaded, the shifting of flesh wrapping around her and traveling straight to her clit.
Deuce pulled from their kiss, chest heaving, and she mirrored his condition. Damn.
“You’re mine, sweet Elly. My little kit.” His words were a whisper, but she felt them down to her bones.
Elly nuzzled his jaw, continued her tender travels until her face was pressed tight against his neck, and she breathed deep. His scent was so strong, so hard and soft and soothing. She wanted to bathe in him roll in his flavors until they coated her from head to toe.
“Yours. And you’re mine. Bit you.” She nibbled his neck. “Claimed you.”
Deuce chuckled, the rolling tenor sending shivers through her body. “Let’s just hope no one wants to see the mark, kit.”
She pulled away, faking a pout and pushing out her lower lip. “You don’t want people to know you’re mine?”
He smiled wide. “Never that. I just don’t feel like dropping trou and nearly flashing my dick to everyone I meet.” He leaned forward and nipped her lip. “Especially any women that question me. I am a hot commodity.” He sobered. “Not here, but elsewhere. Here I’m—”