Rise of the Jaguar

by Elizabeth Kelly

  He twitched in surprise when Emerson ground her ass against him. Why wasn’t she sleeping? She was exhausted. He could see it in her face. She ground her ass against his crotch again, and when his dick hardened, she started to purr.

  He really needed to leave.

  Don’t. She needs you. What if she goes outside again?

  Fuck, what if she did? What if she went out in the middle of the night while he was sleeping? She’d freeze to death.

  He tightened his hold on her involuntarily, and her purring loudened. Her hand slipped past his, and her thighs parted. He couldn’t see what she was doing, but he didn’t need to see it. Both he and his cock knew perfectly well what she was up to.

  Her fingers worked over her clit, and his desire to simply knock her hand away and do it himself was overwhelming in its intensity.

  “You have to leave, asshole,” he muttered. “Nail the window shut so she can’t open it and get the fuck out of here.”

  “Clay,” Emerson purred his name and then moaned quietly when his cock pressed against her ass through the fabric of her shirt. “Please fuck me, Clay. I can’t stand it. I need your cock. Please?”

  The need in her voice, the agony he could hear lying just below the surface, quelled any thought of leaving. She needed his dick, and he would give it to her. Simple.

  “Will you fuck me?” She turned her head and stared at him over her shoulder.

  “Yes, baby, I will.”

  Chapter 10

  She was warm again. Not the intense heat like before, but that wasn’t far off. Emerson pressed back against Clay’s body, rubbing her ass against his dick and purring happily when it hardened. God, he felt good against her back. He had what she was craving. The knowledge that she would finally have relief from the ache was so great, she felt a little weak.

  Em. You’re dreaming. Wake up.

  She rubbed her ass against Clay again. Yes, she was dreaming. She knew that. Clay wasn’t real. He wasn’t behind her, his hard body fitting perfectly against hers, his warm breath tickling the back of her neck. He was still in the living room, and she was alone. But she could pretend, couldn’t she? If it helped ease the need, what was the harm in fantasizing he was with her?

  She kept her eyes closed and slid her hand between her legs. Her clit throbbed, and she purred as she rubbed it in slow circles.

  Dream Clay’s voice drifted into her ear. “You have to leave, asshole. Nail the window shut so she can’t open it and get the fuck out of here.”

  No, she didn’t want Dream Clay to leave.

  “Clay,” she purred before rubbing her ass against that delicious hardness. “Please fuck me, Clay. I can’t stand it. I need your cock. Please?”

  He didn’t answer, but his lust washed over her. Had she ever smelled anything sweeter?

  “Will you fuck me?” She turned her head to smile at Dream Clay. God, he was so handsome.

  His blue eyes had darkened with desire, and the sound of his voice broke through the final hazy barrier of that place between sleep and wake.

  “Yes, baby, I will.”

  Her hand froze between her legs as Clay tugged her shirt up until her lower half was bare. He hooked his hand around her thigh and lifted it. She made a soft sound of surprise when the head of his cock pressed against her opening.

  Shit, this was no damn dream.

  “Clay,” she moaned, “I’m not dreaming. We shouldn’t… oh God, oh fuck, oh, yes.”

  Clay had slid into her with one smooth push. As his thick cock filled her to the brim and stretched her inner walls, she purred and climaxed with a body shuddering release that lit up her nerve endings and made her writhe against him.

  Clay groaned behind her, and she hissed at him over her shoulder. “Don’t you dare fucking come.”

  “I’m not,” he said.

  She growled at him, and he gripped her hip before thrusting into her. “Relax, Em, I won’t come. Not yet.”

  She purred as he pushed and retreated, each slide of his thick cock finally helping to ease that horrible ache in her pelvis. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

  He thrust harder as she wiggled out of her shirt and tossed it aside. Immediately, his big hand reached around her to cup her breast. He tugged lightly on her nipple, and she moaned happily, arching into his touch.

  “Such pretty tits,” he breathed into her ear before sucking on her earlobe. He played with her nipples, tugging and teasing as his warm breath washed across her cheek and the hard thrusting of his cock filled her with delirious pleasure.

  When he trailed his fingers down her flat stomach and touched the soft patch of dark curls at the apex of her thighs, she trilled loudly, her pussy squeezing around him.

  “Fuck,” he groaned into her ear, “you make the hottest little sounds when I’m fucking you, baby.”

  “Harder,” she panted.

  “Whatever you want.” He pushed into her harder and deeper, making fresh trills and purrs spill from her lips. He still hadn’t touched her clit, and she reached for his forearm, wanting – no needing – him to touch her.

  Careful, Em!

  She froze against him, staring at her hand hovering just over Clay’s arm. Her claws were out, and her worry that she would hurt Clay overtook the pulsing need of her heat. As good as it felt to have him fucking her, he needed to leave before she hurt him.

  I won’t hurt our human. Emerson could hear the need and the desperation in her jaguar’s voice. Please, Em. I promise.

  She stared at her claws. Clay was behind her. If she was very careful, if she didn’t let herself lose complete control, and if she didn’t touch him at all, then he’d be safe. She needed what only he could give her. If she let him fuck her into some actual relief, maybe it would give her the strength required to weather the rest of her heat alone.

  Clay was still hard and inside of her, but he’d stopped moving. He kissed the back of her shoulder. “What’s wrong? Do you need me to stop?”

  “No!” The whine in her voice would be embarrassing if she weren’t so deep into her heat. “Don’t stop fucking me.”

  The whine became an angry growl when he continued to stay still, but she couldn’t smell any fear from Clay. He nuzzled her neck. “I’ll keep fucking you, but we need to talk first.”

  “No!” Despite her promise not to hurt him, her jaguar snarled with anger and reached to slash his arm. With spooky speed, Clay caught her forearm, squeezing it in a hard grip. Growling and hissing, she gripped the side of the mattress with her free hand, willing herself not to lose it as Clay kissed her neck.

  “Baby, I will fuck you, I promise, but first… I get tested regularly, and those tests are negative.”

  “I don’t fucking care, you asshole!” She glared at him over her shoulder, baring her fangs at him.

  He grinned, amusement drifting from his skin instead of fear. “I know you don’t, but later you will. So, I’m telling you now because when it’s my turn to come, I want to come in your tight pussy, not in my hand. Were you tested after your dick of an ex cheated on you?”

  “Please,” she moaned. “Clay, please.”

  How could he be talking at a time like this? Didn’t he know how much she needed him to move? To fuck her?

  “Concentrate, Emerson.” He squeezed her forearm and gave her throat a sharp nip that only heightened her desire for him. “Were you?”

  “Yes,” she snapped. “Yes, I was fucking tested, and I’m negative. I haven’t been with anyone since him, so would you shut the hell up already and fuck me?”

  She rocked her hips, moaning and purring happily at the feel of his hard cock sliding in and out of her.

  “Quit moving, or I’ll stop fucking you,” Clay said.

  “I hate you!” she snarled but stopped moving.

  “That’s just the heat talking,” he said but pumped slowly in and out of her.

  “Oh, oh, oh…” she let loose with another trill. “Thank you, Clay.”

  “You’re welcome, baby.�
� He kissed her throat. “One more question.”

  “Hmm,” she said. “Will you touch my clit? Please?”

  “In a second,” he said. “I assume you can’t get pregnant because of your heat meds. Right?”

  She nodded and ground her ass against him. “Yes.”

  “Okay. I’m going to come in -”

  “Don’t you dare fucking come yet,” she snarled.

  He chuckled. “I won’t, but when I do, it’ll be in you. Are you good with that?”

  “Yes, for fuck’s sake, yes,” she said. “Christ, maybe I’m better off to do this myself if you’re gonna be fucking Chatty Cathy behind me the whole goddamn time.”

  His laughter made her jaguar purr. Or maybe it was the way he sped up his slow rhythm within her. He dropped her arm and cupped her pussy, his fingertips rubbing at her sensitive clit.

  She climaxed in an explosive rush that took her breath away and left her shuddering against him. But, despite how good it was, she needed more.

  “More,” she moaned. “Clay, more please.”

  “Whatever you need, Em.” His fingers rubbed her clit, and his hard cock filled her pussy. She closed her eyes, losing herself in the sensation and the pleasure and the need. Clay’s touch against her clit was perfect, the slide of his thick cock in her pussy exactly what she’d always craved.

  Be careful, Em. Don’t hurt him.

  She wouldn’t. She couldn’t.

  She would never hurt such a magnificent creature. Not when he was so incredibly capable at giving her what she needed most. Another orgasm crashed over her, her body shuddering and her pussy clamping around Clay’s dick as she rode out the pleasure.

  Clay groaned into her ear, but she was no longer worried that he would come before he could ease the ache. He wasn’t like the others… she and her jaguar could both feel it.

  “Good, baby?” he breathed into her ear.

  “So fucking good,” she moaned.

  His fingers circled and pressed on her clit in that absolute perfect way he had. She let her brain shut down, let the worry and the fear go, and sank fully into the moment. She lost track of how much time passed, of how many orgasms she had. She only knew that when the ache finally subsided, the sheets and she and Clay were drenched in sweat, and the room was filled with the musky scent of their fucking.

  Her claws retracted, and she traced her fingers along Clay’s forearm before purring to him. “It’s your turn.”

  He groaned, his hand leaving her pussy to grip her hip. “You sure?”

  “Yes.” She purred to him again. “I feel so much better. I want you to come too.”

  He didn’t reply, but his lazy thrusting turned hard and fast, and he made a delicious sounding moan that had her purring again. His big body stiffened behind her, and he made one final thrust, burying his face in her throat to muffle his cry of pleasure as he came. He shuddered behind her, and she purred to him, running her fingers over his arm when he slid it around her waist.

  “Good?” she said.

  “Fuck, yes.” His voice was muffled against her skin.

  They laid in silence for a few minutes before Clay said, “How long do you have before you need me again?”

  Now that the ache had eased to a more manageable level, she could think clearly. She couldn’t use Clay like this again, but since he’d just saved her life and then given her the perfect fucking, she decided now was not the time to say thanks, but no thanks to a repeat performance. “At least a couple hours, maybe even four. You, uh, you’re good at this.”

  She waited for him to puff up with pride, maybe make an arrogant remark about his fucking skills. Instead, he asked, “Are you hungry?”

  She nodded, and he kissed her shoulder before easing out of her. “Go shower while I change the sheets and cook you some food.”

  She stared at him in surprise. Ira had never helped her during the heat outside of the actual fucking. He’d been too exhausted, too drained from what she’d needed from him. He’d napped more than she did during her heat, and it was she who made sure the sheets were changed and they were both fed in her precious downtime where the ache wasn’t too great to ignore.

  He raised his eyebrows at her. “What?”

  “Nothing. You, uh, you don’t have to cook or,” she touched the damp sheets, “clean up. I can eat the canned food, and if you tell me where the sheets are, I’ll change them.”

  He shook his head. “Go and shower, Emerson. I’ll take care of the other stuff.”

  Chapter 11

  Emerson tried not to stare when Clay, a towel wrapped low around his hips, walked out of the bathroom. He towel-dried his thick dark hair, and she swallowed down her purring as she said fuck it to not staring and drank in the sight of him.

  A half-naked Clay was a glorious vision. She’d suspected he had a good body, but as her gaze drifted over his broad chest covered in a light layer of dark hair, the six pack abs, and the bulge of his cock behind the towel, she finally had her confirmation. His body had a few scars and imperfections that, at a normal time, she’d be itching to explore with her tongue.

  But despite how much she enjoyed staring at a half-naked, freshly showered Clay, now that she’d been somewhat sated with both fucking and food, her body begged for sleep. She could barely keep her eyes open. She snuggled under the fresh, crisp sheets, staring through half-lidded eyes as Clay ran a hand through his damp hair before approaching the bed.

  “Emerson, still okay?”

  “Hmm.” She yawned and curled up on her side. “I can sleep now for a little while. Thank you, Clay.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  She could hear him moving about the room as she yawned again and pulled the quilt up higher. When the bed dipped behind her, her eyes popped open. She peered behind her. “What are you doing?”

  “Napping,” he said.

  “It isn’t safe for -” another giant yawn threatened to split her face in two.

  “Go to sleep, baby.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you,” she mumbled as Clay spooned her and cupped her breast.

  Her eyelids drifted closed. God, she was so tired. She tried to focus. “I don’t want to hurt you,” she repeated.

  “You won’t. Go to sleep, Em,” Clay said.

  “Hmm, sleep,” she muttered. She snuggled into Clay’s warmth and closed her eyes.

  Clay stayed perfectly still as Emerson touched herself. She was trying to be quiet, holding back those addicting trills and purrs that signaled her pleasure, but he’d woken the moment she moved in the bed. With what he did for a living, sleeping soundly would get him killed.

  Her nipple was rock hard against his palm and, despite her best efforts, every few seconds she would make a soft purring noise that made him rock fucking hard. She ignored his erection, but he wasn’t about to let her continue ignoring it.

  You got lucky earlier. You saw how fucking sharp her claws were. It was nice of you to help her out, but you need to leave her alone before she kills you. Nail the fucking window shut and let her take care of herself.

  Inner Clay did his best to be the voice of reason, but it was being drowned out by Emerson’s purrs, by the memory of how she sounded when she was coming, by his own need to fuck her.

  Her pussy was warm and tight and perfect, and he could spend the rest of his life buried balls-deep inside of her. The way she moaned when he fucked her, the way she clamped around him every time she climaxed… fuck, he suddenly felt like he was in his own heat.

  He wondered just how sweet her perfect pussy tasted. There was only one way to find out.

  You’re gonna die for a taste of pussy?

  Maybe. It was definitely worth the risk.

  He squeezed her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers as she first stiffened and then rubbed harder at her clit.

  “You need to leave,” she moaned. “It’s safer for you to leave.”

  “Maybe.” He nibbled at the back of her shoulder before pressing his cock betwee
n her ass cheeks and rocking his hips.

  “Oh God,” she said and then purred when he pushed her hand out of the way and took over rubbing her clit. “You’re so good at this.”

  “I am,” he said. “So, stop telling me to leave and let me help you.”

  “I… I’m afraid I’ll hurt you.”

  “You won’t.” He liked how confident he sounded, despite knowing there was a real risk she would flay him wide open.

  “Clay…”

  He rubbed harder at her clit before sliding two fingers into her pussy. She moaned and humped his hand into an orgasm, her body shaking and those sweet little trills falling from her lips.

  “Do you want more, Em?”

  “You know I do!” She glared at him, her eyes flashing green fire and the tips of her fangs peeking out from between her lips.

  He grinned teasingly at her. “Would you like me to eat your sweet pussy for you?”

  To his surprise, she shook her head even though her pussy tightened around his fingers at his question. “No, I… no, better not.”

  He rubbed her clit with his thumb as she stared over her shoulder at him. “Not unless you,” her face turned a soft shade of red, “have handcuffs?”

  “Not here. I could probably find some rope, though.”

  She arched into his hand, and her pussy rippled around his fingers as she had another orgasm. Gasping, she said, “I’d just slice through the rope.”

  He stopped touching her, and she hissed at him. “No! Don’t stop.”

  “Shh, Em,” he said before rolling her onto her back. He took her arms and lifted them over her head until her fingers brushed against the two thickest wooden spindles in the middle of the headboard. “Hold onto these.”

  She curled her hands around the spindles. “You can’t trust that I’ll continue to hold them.”

  He admired how the position lifted her tits before rubbing the pad of his finger in the hollow between them. “I do.”