by Celia Kyle
She nodded her agreement and began stroking his hair. Trite and played out as the term “baby” was, it sure as hell beat “sugar.”
Lyla relaxed again when he returned his attention to her pussy. He only teased her with a few tentative strokes before he separated her labia, exposing the slick flesh to the warmed shower air. He blew a slow breath of air across her lower lips, and she tensed, waiting…
Seconds ticked by as she stood frozen in suspense, waiting for the moment when he’d end her torment. Her wolf clawed and scratched, howling at her to take control and tell the male what to do. But she wouldn’t.
She nearly wept with joy when his fingers glanced her clit, shooting shards of pleasure through her body and making her knees weak. She cried out, the sensations forcing her to lose control.
“Like that, baby? Let’s see if we can get you to scream my name,” he murmured against her mound.
His tongue replaced his fingers, flicking and licking the aroused nub hidden between her folds. She groaned again, encouraging him. He moaned against her clit, the sounds reverberating against her flesh as he continued.
Flick, lick, suck, flick. Over and again he repeated the process, all the while stroking her heated flesh with his fingers. She rocked and rolled her hips against him, arching with a shout when he slid a finger into her cunt.
“Yes, fuck me. Fuck me harder,” she cried, arching into the pure ecstasy his fingers and mouth created. Her pussy contracted and tightened around his fingers, sending new shards of pleasure skittering along her nerves.
Michael sucked on her clit, and the muscles of her body contracted, abdomen tightening and curling in as if forcing her to focus on where the pleasure radiated.
Knees week, she rolled and rocked her hips in time with the thrust of his fingers. In and out they pistoned, stroking her inner walls until…
“Fuck. Right there. Don’t stop. Gonna come.”
He moaned against her clit, forcing her muscles to tighten further. Back arched, her attention focused on the sweet circles he traced inside her cunt, mouth still locked on her clit. His pace increased, driving her higher.
Breath panting, she urged him on, begging for more. “Right there. Don’t…” Fuck, she couldn’t even talk anymore.
Michael didn’t stop, and still she climbed higher. Never before had she felt such pleasure at the hands of another.
She tangled her fingers in his hair, pressing him harder against her pussy, taking what she wanted from his mouth and hands. Until … finally … she came with a scream, his name on her lips as her pussy held his fingers captive. She shattered, an unknown joy coursing through her veins greater than her first run as a wolf. Head tipped back, Lyla released the howl she’d kept trapped in her throat.
Muscles tight and breath panting, she eased her hold on Michael’s head only to have him release her clit with one last lick before he nuzzled her palm.
She raised her head from the tile wall and looked into his eyes as she stroked his cheekbone. He slid his fingers free from her cunt, and she stared wide-eyed as he licked them clean.
“Delicious. I think I’m addicted to your taste, baby.”
She stroked his cheek and rubbed her thumb over his lower lip. “Let’s take this to the bedroom. I think I may discover a new addiction or two, myself.”
Chapter Four
Floating high on the euphoria following her orgasm, Lyla allowed Michael to tug her from the shower. Remnants of her release fluttered through her, tiny zings of pleasure zipping from her pussy all the way to her toes and back.
They didn’t bother drying off, instead allowing the sheets to wick the moisture from their naked bodies. Michael flopped onto the bed in a heap, yanking her to land on top of him. She squeaked as her full weight bore down on him, trapping his erection between their bodies. As impressed with his erection as she was, she happened to be more concerned about her.
Lyla tried to roll away, and he held her fast. “Ah-ah, not so fast.” He nibbled her lips, and she whimpered. “Where you goin’?”
Heat burned hot and fast through her cheeks. “Don’t wanna squish you.”
He ran his hands over her back, squeezing and kneading every inch of flesh as he stroked her until his palms came to rest on the top of her ass. He smacked her right cheek and then the left in rapid succession. “Hey!”
His large hands squeezed the globes of her ass, petting and rubbing away the sting, and she slumped into him. “You’re gorgeous, and you know it. And you’re so damned tiny, I don’t think you could squish me if you tried, baby.”
She snorted. “No, you’re just a hell of a lot bigger than everyone else,” she grumbled.
Lyla decided she didn’t want to talk about big or small anymore. She inhaled his scent, burying her nose in his chest, inhaling his musk and natural fragrance. Her wolf, sleepy from her orgasm, leapt to life deep inside her, panting and whining in her mind. Yeah, she wanted a tiny taste herself.
She licked his chest, just a tiny little taste. Man, salt and earth exploded on her tongue along with something … more. The more was what she wanted. She licked him again, sifting through the crinkly hairs of his chest to reach his tender skin, and he moaned beneath her, fingers tangling in her hair. Yes. Her wolf practically howled in pleasure.
She kept going, searching out any remaining moisture from the shower and going after the scent that drove her wolf wild. Soon, she graduated from soft licks to tiny nips, peppering his chest with love bites as she searched out what she desired. She licked the skin at the base of his neck. Pressed small kisses to his pectorals and nipped the tiny nubs of his nipples. He groaned and moaned, arching into her mouth as if he couldn’t get enough.
His cock, hot and hard, strained to reach her, pulsing with each and every touch of her mouth against his skin. It twitched against her stomach, reminding her that he hadn’t been taken care of yet. Oh, she would. Soon.
Lyla traveled down the length of his abdomen, kissing and tasting every inch of the resilient skin beneath her lips. His hands tangled and gripped her hair, guiding, but not pushing. She traced the lines of his six-pack with her tongue, marveling at the tone of his muscles and the way they flexed with each of her touches.
As she eased down, the hair became more abundant, but also held more of his scent, and her wolf howled with joy. The damned wolf always was a scent-whore.
Lyla didn’t stop tasting, licking up every drop of water that clung to his skin.
Delicious.
She followed Michael’s happy trail with her tongue, dipping into his belly button to tease him for a moment. He growled and tightened his hold on her hair. Her pussy pulsed and ached, ready for another round with the man.
Mate. Her wolf practically howled, and Lyla pushed the idea aside. She wasn’t meant to mate anyone. A wolf didn’t reach thirty without a mate, and they sure as hell didn’t have males ordered to mate with her.
Finally, she reached his cock. Eight inches of silken steel. A biological volcano just waiting to erupt for her … and only her.
Mine. Damned wolf couldn’t leave well enough alone.
She wrapped her fingers around his length, tips almost touching, but not quite. Mmm … Thick. Michael shuddered beneath her hand, and she laid her cheek against his hip, stroking the man’s cock from root to tip and back again. Power. Something women rarely were allowed in the were world. As long as Michael was willing to grant it, she’d take it. Maybe things were different for cats.
Up and down she slid her palm, absorbing the sights and sounds that came from Michael. He shivered, she increased her pressure. He groaned, she repeated the caress. Seconds turned into minutes as she tormented his cock.
Pre-cum leaked from the head; the white, viscous fluid dribbled and dripped along his length. The scent of male musk filled the room, and her wolf howled to the moon.
Lyla gathered the moisture, using it ease her way as her palm stroked his dick. Each time she scavenged the fluid, another droplet appeared, giving her
an endless supply, until her teeth ached with the urge to lick him clean and suck him deep into her mouth, hold him against her tongue.
Without another thought, she shifted position and poised her mouth over Michael’s cock. She paused a moment, her gaze meeting his across his abdomen and chest.
His breathing came in shallow pants, and as she lowered her mouth to him, he pulled up on her hair, stopping her movements. “You don’t have to, baby,” he whispered … or was it whimpered?
Mmm … Hearing the need in his voice just drove her desire to take him into her mouth higher. She reveled in being the woman to put the need and desire in his voice. Her. Fattie Lyla, as some of the other pack members called her. Ha! She had a feline were panting after her. She doubted any of the other females could boast such a feat.
Lyla eased her mouth closer to the head of his cock, allowing her breath to fan his erection when she spoke. “Want to. Wanna let me?”
Her gaze was still on his, otherwise she would have missed the look of pure fire and need flash in his eyes. Oh, yeah, she really wanted to, now.
Michael thought he’d explode. Any moment his cock would burst beneath Lyla’s hand, and God willing, her mouth. He’d been with a few women who expressed distaste at the thought of putting their mouth on his cock, let alone any man’s cock. Hell, Lyla looked aroused at the thought of licking him.
“Yeah, baby, I’ll let you. It’ll be a hardship, though.” Michael flopped back onto the bed with a chuckle.
Lyla kissed the tip of his cock, and he released her hair, choosing to cover his face with his arms. If he touched her head, he didn’t know what he’d do. Probably fuck her face, and as grateful as he was to be on the receiving end of this gorgeous woman’s attentions, he didn’t want to fuck it up by fucking her mouth.
She opened her lips, sucking the barest hint of the tip into her mouth, and then she released a low, primitive growl that had him arching off the bed. Shards of pleasure exploded through him. Before he could recover, she swallowed his dick, sucking him deep. She slid her mouth down his erection, slicking it with her saliva as she descended. When she rose, she sucked hard as if trying to suck his very soul out through his cock.
“Fuck. Suck me. Suck my cock, baby,” he moaned.
Lyla didn’t disappoint; she increased suction, adding her hand to the mix as she rose and fell over his cock. It felt as if it would burst any moment. The molten head, combined with the suction, had the electric tingles of orgasm surrounding his balls. He wanted to come. Wanted to release his seed deep into her mouth and brand her from the inside out.
Unbidden, his hips rose from the bed, meeting her mouth and hand as she lowered herself over him. He eased deeper, sliding his cock to the back of her throat, and she took him. She cradled his length in her mouth as if she’d been made to take him. Fuck, yeah.
She moaned around his cock and scraped her teeth along the crown of his cock.
Then, fuck, she did something no woman had ever done. She pulled her mouth free of his dick, and he raised his head to meet her gaze. Then … she bared her teeth, perfect white and long as fuck. Arousal and need clouded his mind, and he didn’t give a damn what she did any longer. She lowered her mouth to him again, sliding her canine into the hole at the tip of his cock.
Pleasure and pain exploded in him. Burning had him screaming in shock, while the twisted pleasure sizzled and tingled all over him as if all of the nerves of his body centered on his dick. She slipped the tiny bit of tooth from his cock and flashed a teasing smile.
When he was able to speak again, he reached for her, growling. “Minx.”
Without waiting for her next move, he decided enough was enough. In one quick move, he lifted her and dropped her onto her back beside him, before rolling on top of her. He had her pinned now, at his mercy … exactly where she should be.
She squealed and pretended to fight him. He knew she pretended. He’d seen evidence of her strength earlier in the night. His woman was covered in generous curves, but they covered muscles that could test some of the strongest men. She could fight him and probably do a good bit of damage before he subdued her. Good thing he didn’t take women that weren’t willing, and Lyla … Lyla was willing.
She smiled, and he felt his heart melt at the sight. Them damn dimples. They’d be his undoing, certainly.
Her hips cradled his cock, holding him close. But soon, he’d be even closer.
She nibbled her lower lip, and he couldn’t resist the temptation she presented. He captured her lips, suckling the moist, full bits of flesh. He soothed the sting her teeth had caused. With one last suck, he released her and gazed into her eyes, searching for confirmation that she wanted this as much as he, and his cock, did.
“You sure, baby?” He rubbed his nose against hers. She bit his lip. “Fuck me.”
Well, he didn’t need to be told twice.
Michael rose up on his hands, bracing his weight above her and giving him a perfect view of her luscious body. Curve after curve met his gaze, and he thanked the angels above that he’d been blessed to rescue her. Fuck, all he’d done was stare down some were-bastard. It’d probably bite him in the ass tomorrow, but this was now. And right now, he had a scorching hot, willing woman beneath him.
He angled his hips, shifting them until the tip of his cock found the center of her heat. It kissed the head of his dick, fluttering against him as if begging for him to enter her. She flattened her feet against the bed and opened her thighs wider for him. Oh, yeah, she wanted this.
He eased into her sheath, sliding into her waiting cunt inch by inch. Her pussy convulsed around him. Her smooth, silken cream eased his way as he sank into her.
“So tight, baby. So sweet.” She rocked her hips against him, driving his cock impossibly deeper into her cunt, and she moaned. “Like my cock, baby?”
“More,” she moaned.
Sweat seeped from his pores as he fought the urge to pound into her pussy. She was a silk glove, squeezing him with every breath she took. When he didn’t think he could give her any more time to become accustomed to his size, she answered the problem for him. She smacked his back and snapped at him, “Move.”
Michael chuckled and smiled. “Anything you say, baby.”
He withdrew his cock until just the tip remained in her pussy. Then, he tunneled his way back into her with one forceful thrust. She screamed beneath him, clawing his arms as she screamed for more.
He repeated the thrust, slow and sure withdrawals and strong thrusts back into her cunt. Harder and harder he fucked her pussy, savoring the rippling of her sheath around him. She squeezed him like a fist and stroked him like no other woman had before. Being inside her touched something in him that hadn’t been touched in a long time. Something he’d long thought dead. But now wasn’t the time for sweet emotions. She’d seduced him, and he’d fallen for it, hook, line and sinker. Not that he’d tried to resist too hard. Or at all.
“Michael, fuck me. Give it to me.”
Her nails scored the skin of his arms, running from shoulder to wrist and back again. He thrust in and out of her pussy with increasing speed, loving the pure pleasure of her pussy and sizzling pain of her nails on his skin.
Michael lowered his chest to hers, burying his face against her neck. He loved a woman’s nails on his back as they fucked, loved feeling the scores of marks the following day.
In a flash, her hands hugged him, scratching and clawing, driving his imminent orgasm closer with each new scratch and cry from her mouth. Her legs wrapped around his waist allowing him to sink even deeper. Again and again he thrust into her.
“Gonna come, baby.” The electricity of pleasure centered around his balls, signaling his coming orgasm. Soon, so soon.
“Do it—come. Please. Come with me.”
Her pussy tightened even further around him, drawing and practically sucking his seed from him. He gave up his fight and allowed his climax to overtake him, thrusting and panting as he spent himself within her.
Lyla’s pussy convulsed rhythmically around him, signaling her release with his. A new pain seared in his shoulder, and he grunted. Wildcat.
As the tremors of their mutual release subsided he rolled to the side and pulled her against him, sated. She continued to lick and kiss his shoulder. Probably where she bit me. He kinda liked the idea of a woman being so turned on by his lovemaking that she lost control. Kinda liked it a lot.
Satisfied and exhausted, he allowed sleep to creep closer. Lyla lifted her head from his shoulder for a moment, but he pulled her back to him. Just before he fell asleep, a softly whispered, “Human,” followed by a quiet, “Oops,” chased him into his dreams.
Chapter Five
Lyla woke slowly; heat wrapped around her like a blanket, luring her back to sleep, but she couldn’t. Michael’s arm was draped over her waist, palm cupping her breast. Mmm … what a way to wake up.
He pressed, soft, sweet kisses along her neck, working up from the base and stopping when he reached the spot just beneath her ear. “’Morning.”
Lyla wiggled her ass, pressing back against the erection burning her skin. “Mmm … ’morning to you, too.”
The soft click of the suite door opening had her tensing, straining to hear and prepared to defend her mate. Her wolf growled low, deep, menacing within her mind. Mine.
The wolf hated to have her time with her mate interrupted, and Lyla had to agree. Funny that.
“Shhh…” Michael soothed. “It’s room service. I have a standing order, though I’ll have to have them bring up something for you. What do you want, ba—”
The bedroom door was thrown open, cutting off the rest of Michael’s words. “I can’t fucking believe you.”
A man filled the doorway. Tall, wide, with a cinnamon complexion, he whipped his shirt over his head before the words left his mouth.
The scent hit her next. A giant wave of jungle musk and pure rain combined with a purely male musk. Cat.