Cain
Cain noticed Iris’ eyes drift to his lips watching him in anticipation. Her pupils were dilated swallowing up the green. Her sweet perfume intensified as he spoke. He was a biter, many of his kind were, it came with the territory being a Shifter. Tonight he’d show the temptress just what that meant.
“There is biting as seduction, a finger trailed through the remnants of dessert, brought intently to the mouth, eye contact maintained. And as you stare into her eyes, your tongue draws up across the sensitive pad of the manicured finger tip, as it’s pulled into your warm inviting mouth. Gentle but definite suction is applied while your tongue swirls the tip, once maybe twice to remove let’s say, chocolate.” Cain teased.
He placed her finger in his mouth licking it clean. Then pulled it free with a nip. Iris trembled but not in fear.
“Her nerves tingle up her hand and she’s reminded of other deliciously suckable things. As the sensitive little digit is removed it catches on your teeth, which close. The nip is enough to let her know that, yes, the challenge that was laid down was very intentional.”
Cain noticed the catch in Iris’ breath as he followed up each word with the deed itself on one then the other chocolate covered finger. He noticed the blush that had crept over Iris’ neck and cheeks as her musky scent filled the hall making him reel.
“If done right this most innocent of bites leaves you wanting more.” And he did want more, a lot more.
Iris
Iris thought Cain meant this in retaliation for provoking him during her dance. Describing then enacting the sweet torture on her fingers with the spilt chocolate was beyond torture. He’d ignored her for days, now this. It was too much.
Iris turned to flee back to the rec room, hoping to regain an ounce of composure. But that seemed to incite Cain’s hunting instinct because he pounced snaking one arm around her to halt her escape.
He was standing so close behind her. Iris could feel his chest brush against her back, the bulge at his crotch pressing ever so slightly into her, his face and breath in her hair. The pressure and warmth radiated through her causing all the small hairs to raise and her nipples to come to attention.
���Are you running from me again?��� The husky tone of Cain���s deep voice in her ear spoke volumes.
Cain’s kiss started at the top of Iris’ shoulder, working his way up the side of her neck. A shiver raced through Iris as his mouth captured her earlobe. That wonderful talented tongue. Then working back down her neck Cain opened his mouth wider to roll his tongue across her skin. His hand moved through Iris��� hair as he tugged her head to the side, her breath stuttered forth in a gasp. Cain’s other hand gripped Iris’ hip pulling her tighter back against him. The hardness of the alpha male’s cock was behind her frighteningly prominent, grinding into the small of her back. Her nipples hardened further in response. They begged for more attention and so did something else deep inside.
Cain bit down firmly at the crook of Iris’ neck. His teeth held her and Iris was instantly insanely wet.
Holy Hell it was a bite that screamed dominance and the growl that accompanied it was her undoing. Cain meant to teach her a lesson something murmured about “temping a beast.”
Iris had never been a delicate flower, so she didn’t mind, even reveled in the way he gripped her tight against his hard body. A moan slipped past her lips as Iris pushed back into him. Her hand went to her heart which stuttered from the sudden piercing pleasure. Why was her neck so sensitive? How did he figure out her weakness, was she so transparent?
Cain’s voice was a seductive rumble as he released the firm hold his teeth had on her.
“When I am done tasting you here…” His voice trailed off but Iris caught on to his meaning as his hand drifted to her waist. The erotic promise caused another flood of moisture to fill her channel. Iris felt like a virgin being touched for the first time.
Cain’s mouth was warm. Wet lips kissed along the back of her neck to torture the other side, nipping, kissing, licking. His hand held her chin captive. His thumb traced her lips pushing insistently into her mouth. It wasn’t his cock, but Iris’ mind reeled from the erotic gesture just the same.
Cain grabbed the hand at her breast forcing it down to her side. He held Iris wrist firm, his fingers caressing the inside of her palm alternating gentle then not. Iris bit down on his thumb as she felt her stomach flex and clench. Iris wanted this man in a most carnal way. Her head was filled with what his hands and mouth were doing, but also with what Iris wanted to do to him in return.
Her mouth watered with the need to return the favor. Iris’ tongue worked spasmodically on the thumb breaching her lips. She wanted to do unspeakable things. Iris wanted to lick and kiss and nibble her way down Cain’s chest following the trail of hair that dipped low from his bellybutton. She wanted press her lips to the dip in his hip that formed a shallow V, down to the part that made him male. She wanted to take Cain into her mouth and subject him to the same torture, that she currently inflicted on the thumb in her mouth.
The groan that vibrated in her ear and rumbled from his chest, brought yet another rush of wetness to the forefront. God her panties were soaked and he hadn���t even touched her there.
Suddenly Iris found herself spun around pushed hard against the wall. Cain grabbed her hands in his and pulled them up above her head, fingers entwined. His eyes were an intense blue gray. Iris was sure he could see the wicked thoughts that pierced her mind.
His hips dipped low, pressed between her thighs forcing Iris to her tip toes. His cock catching her pubic bone grinding into her clit through their clothes. They weren’t doing anything she hadn’t done as a teenager, and yet nothing had ever been this hot or turned her on this much.
“Oh shit, I am well and truly fucked.” Iris nearly whimpered.
Cain stared at Iris’ lips as her breath came out in erratic little pants. He rotated his hips as he ground against her and the burning pleasure radiated outward from her clit.
Cain’s head dipped low, his nose brushed the edge of Iris cleavage between her breasts, he sucked in a deep breath. The rumbled growl in his chest made Iris go weak. It promised something wild, something primal, and this was just a taste.
Cain
Iris smelled good enough to eat, which he planned to get to shortly. Her scent was sweet and musky, he could almost taste it on his tongue. Her pussy was hot enough he felt it through the barrier of his jeans. Iris’ nipples stabbed through the fabric that hid them from his view, then they retreated as her chest heaved.
That’s it sweetheart you are trapped.
A grin spread across his face as Cain looked at the marks he’d left at her neck. His one hand secured both of her wrist up against the wall as the other gripped her hair and tugged her to his mouth. Although conscious of her injuries Cain’s kiss was not gentle, not in the least. Cain wanted her and that is what he would have. Iris would know him in a way she wouldn’t soon forget. The girl played with fire and he was more than willing to make her burn. Her mouth tasted fresh watery and chocolate sweet as his tongue explored hers. Cain reached down beneath the hem of her dress and then slowly up her thigh.
“I’m coming to get you.”
Lightening fast he thrust his hand up and tore off her scant panties.
Iris gasped another sweet cry against his lips as Cain’s finger traced the engorged angry little clit that pushed out from between her slippery folds.
Cain pinched it to elicit another maddening cry. This beautiful creature pushed his limits and they weren’t even naked yet. How would she react if he took her nub between his teeth, held it and flicked it with his tongue?
Soon.
She bit his bottom lip and released a feminine grunt as Cain shoved two fingers deep into her hot wet core. So slick, so tight, it quivered and the tremble spread through her thighs.
Iris
Iris was lost in Cain���s passionate kiss and the torrent of sensations bombarding her. Too soon he pul
led back. Iris whimpered with disappointment as Cain pulled his fingers free of her needful greedy depths, releasing his lip from her teeth.
She watched him with rapt attention as he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked each one.
Very rarely did Iris utter the phrase “Oh God” with more than sarcasm in her voice.
He smiled again, a smile that told Iris she was done for.
Cain drew back, grabbed her and pulled her up over his shoulder. He was impatient, aggressive with his desire.
Iris was not a dainty thing but this man towered over her by a foot, and was strong enough to have his way with her. God help her but it made her go weak in the knees. Iris likely couldn’t walk at the moment, but she would’ve tried her damnedest to follow the tight ass she stared down at through any fire. Her teeth clenched with the desire to sink them into the flexing ass his jeans concealed.
Cain’s arm was clamped around her thighs as his other hand squeezed her butt, kneading it. His hand fell with a smack that had all her nerves at attention.
It took a little rough handling to make her respond. Iris had been known to leave fingerprints and scratches on herself as she’d caressed her own neck in pensive thought. Once to tease a man she had slapped a ruler against the flesh of her leg. It made the characteristic swoosh and crack as it parted the air and made contact with her skin. It barely even registered as discomfort.
“Maybe I am a little twisted.” Iris considered.
She’d never thought herself a masochist though, just thick skinned. Perhaps this had helped her survive the last several weeks.
The slap on her ass brought Iris quickly to the present. Her ass was warm and alive. Iris felt the sting in her pussy as Cain’s last strike grazed her somewhere in the middle.
Cain
Iris didn’t struggle or wiggle at the treatment of her delectable behind as Cain strode to his bedroom. If he���d sensed any fear he would���ve stopped, but no, Iris��� tantalizing scent just deepened. Iris was quiet and alert. He had her full attention as Cain tossed her to the mattress and followed her down to straddle her legs.
“I hope you didn’t like these.” Cain held up her panties, then shoved them into his nightstand.
He gripped the front of her dress and yanked it forcefully down, exposing Iris’ full tits. Her nipples, like pink ripe berries, puckered as he licked then blew cool air across each one in turn. There were other pink places that called Cain’s name, making him hunger for a deeper taste.
Iris
Cain crawled down her body with the litheness of the predator he was. His eyes left hers only as he reached her hips. Cain took hold of the loose dress and pulled it off grazing her hips, thighs, knees, and calves.
Bared naked, Cain reached for her feet and very methodically unbuckled one then the other high heel to finish the job. He took her ankle in hand, then brushed the stubble of his cheek along her calf. Drop dead sexy, he applied a kiss using a bit of teeth to the sensitive skin at the back of Iris’ knee.
Shoving her legs open Cain moved in. The determination in his gaze as it swept across Iris’ mound made her hold her breath and worry her lip with her teeth. Cain wrenched Iris’ thighs further apart baring her drenched pussy to his gaze.
There was no pause as he dove forward capturing Iris’ swollen clit between his lips with a satisfied grunt that vibrated the sensitive nub.
Iris gasped and writhed at the tongue that worked her, embarrassment fading as spikes of sheer ecstasy jolted through her body. It was like a punch to the gut, Iris’ stomach muscles clenched pulling her back up off the bed. The godlike man feasting at her pussy dug his hands into the flesh of Iris’ hips to keep her splayed just so.
Iris had no illusions, she wasn���t a skinny girl. She didn’t have a self image problem but like many women her hips were lush. The way Cain took hold of her hips and anchored her where he wanted, convinced her of the benefits. Iris immediately gave up any notion she had of needing to lose anything in that department, as he gripped her flesh and groaned in appreciation.
Iris’ core clamped down as his fingers traced the lips that shielded it. Cain bit her clit gently as he shoved his fingers in. Thick digits pushing in and out as his tongue circled the bundle of nerves he held captive.
Iris cried out an indistinct “yes” which was answered by a growl and another finger piercing her.
Iris gushed at the stimulation. She felt Cain’s other hand caress the inside of her thigh, then creep higher to swipe through her moisture that leaked out generously. The thumb of his hand that worked her pussy now rubbed her clit.
Iris stared down at Cain’s curtain of hair that hid the view of the most erotic thing that has happened to her ever. Iris felt the stubble on Cain’s chin and the flexing of his jaw as he feasted. Pulses of heat and raw energy started where his fingers trailed then moved through her with the force of a hurricane. Iris was so close to falling over the edge.
“Please, right there!” Did she groan that out loud? Iris licked her lips and pulled at the hair hiding her view of the savage man.
Cain
Iris tugged at his hair and he felt the telltale ripple in her tight cunt. Cain thumbed her clit and twisted his fingers as his mouth lashed onto the pulse point at the juncture of her thigh. His other hand spread the sweet moisture down to her rear. Iris bucked against him and gripped his head tighter as he caressed her other darker entrance. Cain looked up at Iris, her eyes glowed bright green. Her mouth was parted in a hungry wanton look. She was close, so close.
“Eventually I’m gonna fuck you here. Deep”
With that declaration Cain shoved a finger deep in her ass as he bit down on her thigh working her clit the entire time.
The cry that erupted from Iris’ lips was so sexy, so carnal. The muscles of her thighs shook. The tremors in her pussy tightened down on his fingers as the climax claimed her. Iris was a sight to behold. Her back rose off the bed, her lips parted on a breathy cry.
Iris
Iris watched as Cain quickly stood and pulled off his shirt throwing it God knows where. This man exuded raw danger. The tattoos that scrawled across his arms and pecs seemed to have a life of their own. His hands moved to the zipper on his jeans lowering it inch by maddening inch.
Iris always thought men that attempted to be sexy came off as goofy more often than not. Either they were or they weren’t, no trying about it. This seductive strip tease was beyond erotic.
This man was devastatingly handsome. Just looking at Cain made it hard to come down from the orgasm that still shifted through her making her nipples and clit pulse like they had a heart beat of their own.
His jeans dropped down his legs and Cain’s thick cock punched through his boxers. They were incapable of containing the straining man. Iris had heard a million different ways to describe a magnificent cock but they would never do him justice. Cain stalked towards Iris his gaze boring a hole through her with its intensity.
“Shit! That thing is coming for me and it means business.” Iris thought nervously.
Iris was no innocent virgin but all she could think of was the time she bought an overly ambitious BOB, battery operated boyfriend. Cain’s dick was thick, long and so full it put BOB to shame. It reminded her of a Mag flashlight, darker than the rest of him, long, hard, and broad with a thick blunt head.
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.
Now was not the time to get cold feet. Iris hardly needed one hand to count the number of men she’d been with, but this was going to ruin her to all others. It was confirmed Cain was some kind of beast.
Cain
Cain could see the hesitant look on Iris’ face, her eyes zeroed in on his cock. She stared at it like a deer in headlights and it twitched with a mind of its own.
Was it awful that he wanted to ram it into her to the hilt, just to hear that sweet cry and feel her writhe beneath him. To repeatedly nail her to the bed till her screams woke the clubhouse and she flew apart in his arms. Yes it was horribl
e but then again he wasn’t a kind, gentle man.
Every un-gentlemanly thing he’d done to this point had made Iris wetter, made her emit sweet noises that compelled Cain to do more. Just how wicked was his little angel?
Cain grabbed Iris’ left ankle shoving it wider, making room between her lush thighs. He crept up her body his cock aimed at her center. His length still held her gaze captive and Cain couldn’t help but tease her.
“Boo”
Iris startled a bit and locked eyes with him.
Cain placed his hands on either side of her head and leaned forward to partake in her mouth while rubbing his hips against the juncture of her thighs coating himself in her moisture. Cain brushed his lips back and forth along the seam of her mouth mimicking his cock. She was so slick, the heat poured off of her taunting him. Patience was a virtue best left to better men.
Iris
Cain’s rock hard cock slipped back and forth across her swollen folds pressing into her clit. The tide like pleasure ebbed and flowed at the sawing motion he made. Iris’ chest heaved and fell with desire, anticipation, trepidation.
With little warning he pushed forward. The beast between her legs breached the mouth of her pussy, her lips stretched wide in protest at the persistent steely intruder.
Iris eyes widened and there was a catch in her throat.
Fuck he’s too big.
Her hands flew to his chest, fingers and nails dug into his flesh. A futile attempt to halt Cain’s onslaught.
“Oh God” Iris managed to force out.
Cain’s gaze never left her as he said with a deep voice, thick with lust. “When you cry out as I shove my cock into your tight wet cunt you will scream MY name!”
He dipped low wrapped his arms beneath hers and held onto both her shoulders in his iron grip. Iris was caged between his arms, beneath his granite chest, pinned by legs, hips and shaft. There was no escape. His firm mouth was an inch from hers. He bared his teeth and growled.
“Say IT!”
A tremble shook her. Iris started to utter “C…?” As he surged forward. His name burst from her lips part scream part groan “..AIN!”
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