Animal Instincts

by Jenika Snow

  “It feels so good, Damien.” She had meant the words to be thought, not said, but she was glad she hadn’t censored how he made her feel.

  “Yeah, it really fucking does feel good, baby.” He continued to stroke her slowly. “You’re so fucking wet for me, Danika.” He slipped a thick finger into her pussy and started pushing it in and pulling it back out slowly. “And it’s all for me, baby. You’re wet and primed, and ready for my cock. Tell me you’re this soaked for me, that I’m the one that made this pussy juicy.” He murmured against her chest at the same time he pressed his thumb to her clit and started working the bundle of nerves back and forth.

  “Damien…” His name fell from her lips like a plea, like she was begging for more. All she wanted was to be naked so they could rub themselves against each other in erotic bliss. She wanted to grind herself on him. God, did she want to do that desperately. It was like she was a fiend, and this stranger had suddenly taken control of her and was now in charge. Danika let go of his hair and moved her hands between their bodies.

  Damien let out a hoarse growl, grabbed her ass, and hauled her up his body. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and pressed herself on his dick, rubbing her pussy on him. Hissing out a curse, he took her mouth in a hungry kiss for long, drugging seconds. He broke away only long enough that he could stride out of the living room and into his room. All Danika could do was hang on, close her eyes, and inhale everything that was him. Even the room smelled like him. The sun was starting to set, and she watched the light start to fade through the slightly parted blinds. He started kissing her again, and moved his mouth down to the mark he had given her not long ago.

  Taking hold of chunks of his hair in her hands, she brought his mouth to hers and kissed him like she had never kissed another person before. Their tongues pressed to one another, and when he retreated she followed into his mouth. It was strange taking control, and in all honesty she wasn’t sure if she liked it, because Damien was dominating in the best of ways.

  A gasp left her when she felt his canines lengthen against her mouth. He moved his lips down to her collarbones, and dragged them across the slightly protruding bones. He moved them over her back and forth, over and over again as if he couldn’t get enough of the act.

  Before she get even take a breath her back met the mattress, and then Damien was tearing her skirt and panties off, and before she knew what was happening she was lying on his bed naked and needy for him. He placed his hands on her knees and pried her legs apart slowly. Closer and closer he smoothed his hands down her inner thighs until he came to the area of her body that ached the most for him.

  “Look at me, baby. Watch as I touch you, claim you for the second time.”

  Forcing herself up on her elbows so she could see what he was doing between her legs was harder than she thought. Her limbs felt like pudding, and a jittery sensation coursed through her veins. Damien lifted his gaze to her, and she held her breath.

  “I want you to watch your mate eat your pussy out and love every fucking minute of it.”

  A high settled into her, and she parted her lips as he lowered his head to her pussy, never once taking his gaze off of her. And at the first lick of his tongue on her cleft she clenched the sheets in her hands and prayed that this would last forever.

  ****

  Fuck. Her pussy was the hottest fucking thing he had ever seen. When his mouth was only an inch from the soft, supple lips of her pussy he broke eye contact with her and looked down at her cunt. “Damn, baby, you’re so pink and wet for me.” He licked her cunt, sucked at her pussy lips, and then he ran his tongue up her cleft and sucked on her clit. She was pink and glistening from her arousal for him. How in the hell did a bastard like him get so damn lucky?

  Her clit was swollen and red and just begging for him. Latching his mouth over the engorged bud, Damien sucked on her like a starving man. She tasted so good, so fresh that he grew thirsty for more. “I’m so very hungry for you, baby.” He licked her so many times he couldn’t feel his tongue, but he didn’t stop, couldn’t. She made these needy little sounds, ones that drove him absolutely fucking crazy with lust. Moving his hands down her thighs, he stopped when he framed her pussy. Taking his thumbs and spreading her labia apart, he lifted his gaze up the length of her body. Her eyes were closed, lips parted, and he large breasts heaved from her increased respirations. Fuck yeah, she was right here with him, experiencing it all. He went back to attack her cunt with his lips and tongue.

  “You taste so fucking good, Danika, so sweet.” As he ran his tongue up and down her slit, she became so juicy for him he couldn’t help but growl against her swollen, soaked slit.

  “Damien, I’m so close.” Her hands were bunched in the sheets, pulling at the material as she thrashed her head back and forth.

  “I want you to fucking come all over my face, Danika.” Sucking furiously on her clit again, he felt her body start to tighten. He placed a hand on her rounded belly, and loved how she was all curves, thickness, and lushness. Holding her still, he took his other hand and pushed two fingers into her pussy. He was slow, not being too rough, despite the fact his lion was right there, wanting to take her like an animal. A cry of ecstasy left her on a long wail.

  “God, baby, that is so fucking it.”

  She lifted her hips and ground her cunt against his face. The wet, slurping noises of his mouth between her legs had his cock throbbing. Damien started pressing his hips into the mattress, trying to alleviate the pressure. His balls were going to explode if he didn’t get his cock inside of her and fuck her like a mate claimed his female.

  “Damien, God, yes.” His name came out of her on a long moan, and that was his breaking point. Dragging his tongue down her cleft he slipped his hands under her ass, lifted her slightly, and continued his downward path. He licked at the puckered hole of her bottom with just the tip of his tongue, allowing her to grow used to what he was doing. When she started panting again, he used more force, licking her hard then sucking on her flesh. Her pussy juices slid down the crack of her ass, and he devoured her. She tasted salty and musky, and it drove him fucking wild with lust. With one more lick up the crease of her bottom, he pulled away. He kept her legs spread open with his hands on her inner thighs, and stared down at her pussy, his pussy.

  Her chest rose and fell from her post-euphoric orgasm, and it had the alpha male in him roaring out in victory. He was the one that put that look on her face, and pride filled him. His pulse throbbed in his cock, and her legs were still parted on either side of him. When he rose and positioned himself above her, the feel of her wet pussy slipped along his length. He loved that she couldn’t control her breathing.

  She reached between them, lifted slightly up, and positioned the tip of his dick at her entrance. He had to grit his teeth as her slender fingers wrapped around his cock, and force himself not to thrust into her at the feel of her wet heat against him. Their eyes locked, and he slowly started to push his cock into her. A deep groan left him, and her breath hitched. When he was fully inside of her he slipped his hands under her ass, clenched the flesh, and in one move had her over him. She now straddled his waist, her hands on his chest, and her mouth parted. She worked herself on him, and Damien clenched his hands against her hips to keep from taking control. Her movements were slow and somewhat unsure.

  Her breath hitched when she slid all the way down on him and rose back up, over and over again, gradually picking up speed. For a moment he lost it and found himself thrusting up, deep and hard inside of her.

  “I can’t breathe, Damien,” she moaned. His lion broke free, took the front seat in all of this, and Damien couldn’t stop him. In a quick move, he had her on her back again, with his pelvis wedged snugly between hers. He speared his hands in her hair, tugging her head back and arching her throat.

  “Your animal, Damien.” She moaned. “God, yes,”

  Having her throat bared was a surrender all in itself, and she would never know what it did to him, what it did to
his lion. Running his now elongated canines up her neck, he loved that a shiver worked through her. She held him tight and lifted her hips, grinding herself on him. He was still inside of her tight, wet heat, and it was euphoria. Curling his hands in the sheets by her head, he started moving inside of her fast and hard, steady and powerful. Sweat trailed down his hairline, and his skin felt too tight. Her pussy smelled so fucking good, and all he wanted to do was bury his face in the sweet spot once more. But his dick was a greedy bastard and pulsed, needing him to continue pulling out and pushing back inside.

  He let his gaze linger at the base of her throat where his mark was on her flesh. He followed the path of her body between her breasts, down her belly, and stopped at the top of her pussy. Her clit protruded, begging for attention. With his cock lodged in his mate’s body, Damien fucked her good and thoroughly. Their sweat-slicked stomachs touched, and he pushed another inch into her when he thrust in deep.

  “Damien.” She gasped out his name. “I feel so stretched, so full.”

  A rumble left him when her tight little body clenched around him. Slowly and with measured movements he continued to move in and out of her. Her inner muscles tightened around him, then relaxed. His balls drew up tight with his impending orgasm. He was going to fill her with his seed, make her so full of it she would feel it slip out of her pussy for the next week. For several long moments Damien didn’t move, couldn’t for how good it felt. He wouldn’t last long, not when she slid her hands up his sides and around to his back. Her nails dug into his skin, and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

  Lifting up just enough that his arms were locked straight and his chest no longer touched hers, Damien pulled out of her wet heat and pushed back in.

  “Slow is good, Damien, so good, but don’t hold back, please.” She arched her back, and her breasts rose up from the motion.

  Damien’s gaze was trained on the sight of her nipples hardening even further, and he gave her exactly what she asked for. He sat back on his knees, encircled her waist with his hands, and fucked her like he meant it, and damn did he mean it. The sloppy, wet sound of his cock tunneling into her cunt was an auditory orgasm all its own. He bottomed out of her every time he pushed back inside. She pulled at his hair, and the slight sting of pain felt so fucking good. He pulled away, wanting her to know that there was nothing about her he didn’t desire.

  “I’m going to come again.” She moved her hands to his back once again and pierced his flesh with her nails. The sensations were all-consuming pleasure and had his orgasm washing through him. Her muscles milked him so strongly that he threw his head back and roared out his climax.

  “Fuck, baby. Fuck. It’s so good.” He jerked against her as he emptied himself inside of her willing body, gave her every last drop of his cum. The fact he was filling her with his seed, claiming her and saturating her with his scent had the animal in him clawing to get. “You’re mine, Danika.” His voice was distorted, his lion not relenting in claiming her. “You will always be mine.” He continued to thrust into her shallowly, sensing her climax still claiming her. He didn’t want this to end, didn’t want to pull out of her sweet, wet, and warm pussy. “I can’t promise I’ll always be easy to be with, but I’ll fucking try, Danika. Goddammit, I’ll try anything for you.”

  She stared up at him with wide, pleasure-filled eyes. “God, Damien … God.”

  The saccharine scent of her increased desire filled his nostrils, and he closed his eyes and growled low in his throat. He cupped the side of her face. “Just tell me you are with me, baby.” Maybe this wasn’t the best time to talk about this, but his lion wanted that assurance from her.

  She didn’t hesitate when she said, “I’m yours, and I’m not going anywhere, Damien. I chose to be yours, and I will always be yours.”

  His canines lengthened even further, and his muscles grew thicker as his animal tried to take supremacy. Leaning over her he first ran the tip of his nose up the length of her throat, inhaling deeply and taking her delicious aroma into his body. He was hers as much as she was his. He smelled himself on her, felt the mark he had given her under his tongue, and he groaned.

  “You’re only mine, baby.” He had never felt so uninhibited with a female, and knew that it would always be this way with her. Always. Letting his teeth scrape along her flesh, he felt her skin give beneath him and then tasted the tangy, metallic flavor of her blood coat his tongue as he marked her for the second time. He ran his tongue along the wounds he’d created, his mark, letting his essence coast over the open area, further cementing the fact she was his. When both of them were sated her gave her neck one last lick and pulled out of her.

  Kissing her on the forehead before he got off the bed, he headed into the bathroom, grabbed a warm, wet washrag, and went back to her. Gently cleaning her between her legs, he noticed she was already on the verge of sleep. After setting the rag aside Damien went about the task of letting his hands glide over her smooth flesh. Damien didn’t deny himself anything when it came to her, and so he leaned forward and started running his tongue around the delicate bone of her ankle. She was pliant beneath him, not fighting his urge to taste all of her. He continued his upward path over her curved calf, over her knee, and continued onward until he was moving his tongue over her thigh. He repeated the action to the other leg, making sure to pay the same amount of attention to it as he did the other. He licked a path over her hipbones, around her belly button, and continued over her ribs and to her breasts. He sucked on her nipples for far longer than necessary, but that was more because he liked the feel of her under his tongue. Finally forcing himself to continue memorizing her body with his mouth, he trailed his mouth up her throat and licked a path over his mark on her.

  He gathered her into his arms and sensed her slip into a deep sleep. “I’ll try, baby. I’ll try to be the mate you need, and not the possessive meathead shifter that wants to kill anyone that so much as talks to you.” It would be hard, but she was his life now, and would always be until he stopped breathing. With that he wrapped his body around hers in a protective embrace, and closed his eyes.

  Epilogue

  Eighteen months later

  She sat at the dinner table at her father’s house, not able to stop from smiling as she listened to her dad and Damien argue about some small detail of a war story two decades ago. They fought like brothers, like one of them was the one that was right, and they would not relent until the other realized that.

  A year and a half had passed since Damien had told her she was his mate and that he had imprinted on her. In that time she had gotten a promotion at her job, moved in with Damien, and was looking forward to spending the rest of her life with her lion shifter. Her father wasn’t pleased at first that she had moved in with the much older Damien, but he also saw how happy she was. He loved her no matter what, and like a good parent he just wanted her to experience a life that she was happy with. Although she had brought up marriage with Damien, asking him what he thought about it, she had been surprised to find out he wasn’t opposed to the idea, and in fact started going into detail about what he wanted in their lives. Although she wasn’t ready to be married just yet, because she wanted to further her education and career, she was happy that Damien wanted the same things as she did.

  She brought her cup to her mouth and smiled over the rim as her dad started laughing at something Damien said.

  “I think you want the story to go in your favor,” her dad said and started laughing harder when Damien growled low.

  “I just know the truth of the story,” Damien said and started laughing again. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close to him.

  Although she had never seen herself mated to a fierce and protective lion shifter, she couldn’t imagine herself not with Damien. He was everything she wanted in a partner, and he never expected her to be someone she wasn’t. With her supportive father standing behind her every step of the way she was in a very good place in her life, and couldn’t hav
e asked for more. Happiness surrounded her, and there wasn’t a day where she wasn’t smiling because of it.

  The End

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