by Moxie North
Fuck, this was hot, Layla thought. She always needed something more from her lovers, but they always treated her as if she was fragile. Everett knew how tough she was as a shifter. He also seemed to know she wanted him to take what wanted, not debate it.
She moved down his length, his hands never leaving her hair. She made quick work of his button and fly freeing his cock from its prison. He hadn’t put underwear on outside so she had easy access.
Layla took a moment to appreciate the sheer beauty of his dick. She wasn’t a connoisseur by any means. But this one should be bronzed. Long, straight, and thick. So thick, her fingers just touched around it. She gave him a tight squeeze running her hand from the tight trimmed hair at the base to the thick crown. His flesh flexed and bounced in her hand. It was not lost on her that this cock was hers and hers alone forever. No one would ever get this beauty but her ever again.
That thought made her pussy cream. It clenched thinking of the thick heat of him inside her. Looking up to see his eyes flashing at her, he said, “It’s all yours, baby.” He knew what she was thinking and she smiled back at him. “My cock is on demand for you, in your mouth, in that sweet cunt of yours, even in your ass if I’m a lucky man.”
Layla felt her pussy clench and gush her arousal, the sweet nectar dripping down her leg. Everett sniffed again and let out a roar.
“Stop fucking teasing, Duchess. I want your lips wrapped tight around my dick.”
Keeping his eyes, she leaned over and whipped out her tongue, circling the tip of his cock. He let out a hiss and she let her cat come a little closer. Her tongue roughened as she swiped him again, this time his hands clenched tighter in her hair.
Gotcha, she thought.
Layla wanted to spend hours tormenting him, and she would, one day. Right now they had a schedule to keep.
Leaning up so she could position over him, she used her tongue to bathe his length, licking him like a sweet treat. Once she was satisfied, she opened her mouth and her intent was to swallow him whole. He was big though, and she had to ease him inside her mouth until he bumped the back of her throat causing both of them to let out a growling moan. Her moan vibrating through his dick making his toes curl.
“Fuck me, Duchess. I’m in love.”
Layla smiled as best she could and set to making all his dreams come true. She pulled back to just the tip of him, letting her tongue dip into the slit at the end, pushing in, stretching him just a bit. This earned a hiss from him, but she knew he liked it.
Adding her hand, because deep throating him was going to take some practice, she set up a fast rhythm. Her other hand slipped down and curled around his sack, squeezing gently and tugging as her mouth moved up his length. She found the perfect speed and suction to have him thrashing on the couch. His hands in her hair were tight but never forceful. He let her set her own pace to please him.
“Duchess,” he called out, warning her that she needed to make a choice and fast.
Layla just increased her suction and drew him to the back of her throat and the first spurt of cum coated her throat. Her cat was thrilled, his scent, and taste overwhelming their senses.
She swallowed each jet as he bucked under her. Pulling off him, she leaned down and licked him clean, loving his taste. It was like him, sweet and savory. She finished her aftercare, still with her hand wrapped around his length. He was still hard and throbbing even after coming.
His hands in her hair had gone slack, but he hadn’t moved them. She saw his eyes were closed but then they flashed open and he was dragging her up to his mouth. He kissed her deep then said, “You are amazing.”
Layla wasn’t sure if this was a situation where you thanked someone for that compliment. She decided to just smile instead.
She was pretty content, lying on her mate. Making him come, but having him look at her like he was, was icing on her cake.
Chapter 16
Everett was laying there trying to figure out how he got so damn lucky. True, his knowledge of her was limited, but his faith that the fates had matched him perfectly was clear and for certain.
Then he received a very grumpy mental nudge from his cat. He was laying there basking in his post orgasm bliss when he could be lapping up his mate’s sweet pussy. What the fuck was he waiting for his cat would like to know.
Everett rectified the situation quickly, flipping his mate under him so he was now on top. The shock on her face was downright precious and it made his cat growl with the satisfaction of making her react. It was like his cat saw her as the perfect toy to play with, all the while protecting her so no one else could have a turn.
“My turn, Duchess,” he growled, sliding his hands into her and pulling them above her head. “Don’t move,” he ordered.
Layla gave him a nod, she wasn’t going to move. Then again, she was very tempted to find out what he’d do if she did move her hands.
Everett read her like a book. “I’ll spank your ass red if you move them. Don’t think I won’t.”
Layla’s body did a shudder at his words. She’d never been spanked, but the idea of him pulling her over his lap and paddling her ass made her clit tingle and her pussy weep.
“Promise?” she whispered to him.
His eyes flashed yellow, the pupils elongated as his cat got very close to the surface.
“Not the time to tease me, Layla,” he warned.
“Say it again,” she whispered. Her name on his lips was like an aphrodisiac.
“What?” he asked
“My name, say it again.”
A low purring came from the middle of his chest as he leaned down, his lips hovering above hers.
“Layla, my Layla,” he said low, swiping his tongue over her lips.
He watched as her tongue came out to taste where his had been. His dick that had never gone down flexed between them.
“My turn,” he growled and moved down her body, shoving the skirt of her fancy dress up as he went. She hadn’t put anything on under her dress when they were outside and he had not forgotten that fact.
What he was surprised by was the fact she was completely bare except her small strip of hair. Pushing her legs wide, he noted she didn’t try to resist him at all. She let him position her how he wanted. He liked that, his cat liked that.
Pushing her legs wide, he looked down and growled at the perfect pink pussy before him. His pussy, his sweet cunt to eat, fuck, and cherish. His cat wanted to bite her right on the thigh. Tattooing his imprint close to what belonged to him. Maybe he could talk her into it someday.
“Baby, you are so pretty. I can’t wait to suck every drop of you up. I’m going to start every morning waking you up by eating my pussy.”
“Your pussy?” she asked him. His eyes were so vibrant. They weren’t angry they were hungry. The desire in his whole face was breathtaking.
“How do you feel about my cock now that you’ve had a taste?” he asked, looking at her seriously.
“You’re mine,” she growled at him.
“Exactly. My pussy, my sweet cunt. It belongs to me. I’ll eat it, fuck it, and worship it whenever I want.” His declarations were still shocking him. This wasn’t like him, or maybe it was now. Sex partners were nothing compared to his mate spread under him. Offering up her honey for him and him alone.
He leaned over and used his rough tongue to take the first long slow lick between her glistening lips. Everett saw colors spark in his vision. She tasted like all of his favorite candy mixed together. He let the sweetness coat his tongue and the loud purr poured out from the center of his soul.
Using his hands to spread her open for his mouth, Everett licked deep into her, letting his tongue slip inside her quivering channel.
“Everett,” she whispered. She wanted to grab his head and run her hands over his head. But she kept them high above her own head. Her first clenched at the delicious shocks shooting through her.
“You’re mine, Layla, all mine,” he said hotly against her pussy. Everett lapped
at her, teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue in rapid flicks. Her hips bucked up against his mouth, seeking more from him. He gave it to her willingly.
Everett sucked and fucked her with his tongue. Adding more pressure as he pushed his face into her, soaking up every drop. He was coating his face in her scent. He wanted to smell it later, relive the fucking beauty he’d been enveloped in.
He worked her alternating between long deep licks and hard sucks on her clit. When her legs started to shake around his head, he slid one long finger deep inside her and crooked his finger up. Rubbing it fast and hard inside her, right over the sweet spot that made her scream out.
“Everett… please… it’s too much,” she called out in between gasps.
“Never, it’s never enough,” he said low. He wanted her to come hard for him. He wanted her to scream and cry. This orgasm was just the first of the millions he intended on giving her, he was going to make it memorable.
Sliding another finger deep inside her, he felt the first flutters of her orgasm as her muscles tightened around him.
“Show me, Layla, show me how hard you can come for me, now,” he ordered.
Layla let the tension flow out of her as the bliss washed over her. She knew she screamed, but she didn’t give one flying fuck who heard her.
The first convulsion of her body arched her back off the couch. Her body lit up with the electricity flowing from Everett’s talented tongue to her aching clit.
Hoping to soak up as much pleasure as she could, she rolled her hips against Everett’s mouth and got a growl from him that added to the sweet vibrations he was giving her. Her spasms continued, it was long and hard, and un-fucking-believable.
The last pulses fired through her and her body drooped in complete satiation. Everett slowed his movements, gentling his touch, kissing her softly. He drank up her orgasm like it was the finest wine. Giving her clit one last feathery kiss, he moved back up her body.
Layla expected him to kiss her, but instead he went higher and placed a kiss in each palm of her hands. Moving back down to her mouth, he hovered over her mouth.
“Good girl, I like that you do what you’re told,” he said to her mouth, his breath tickling her. Layla liked that, she didn’t know why, but pleasing him was a balm to her soul.
He kissed Layla’s slightly open mouth, sharing the sweet taste of her pussy with her. “See how good you taste? That’s why I’m going to do that every morning.”
“If you must,” she sighed. “And for the record, I only do what I’m told when it’s you and we’re in here. Outside of the bedroom, no promises.”
Chapter 17
Everett looked at her, realizing she was giving him some very important insight into who she was.
“I can deal with that,” he told her. Having her bend to him not only pleased him, but his cat was thrilled. Everett’s dick was still hard and he wanted inside her now, but he’d agreed to make a formal gesture first. And what his mate wanted, she got.
Giving her ask a squeeze, he asked, “Do you want to change?”
That was very thoughtful of him, but she only had one thing on her mind. Getting Everett Hayes into a proper bed.
“I like this dress. Just don’t forget to grab my shoes,” she said. She had to hold on tight as Everett quickly pulled her skirt down, then swung her up into his arms. Except her legs were wrapped around his waist. He felt his pants shift and said, “Would you mind?”
Layla laughed and leaned back, moving her hands between then and tucking him back into his pants and doing up the zipper and button.
“Thanks, Duchess,” he said giving her a kiss.
Everett spied her shoes, walked over, bent to pick them up all the while still holding her tight to him.
“Anything else?” he asked, clearly in a hurry.
“My purse, need ID for the license,” she reminded him.
Looking around, Layla was getting dizzy as he spun her.
“I left it on the table in the entry downstairs,” she told him.
Everett spun towards the door, moved down the hallway and down the long staircase with her still in his arms. They reached the bottom and the Klein family was conveniently all sitting in the living area near the stairs. Clearly her mother had been busy as her sister, Claire was sitting on a couch, holding a sleeping toddler. Her mate was standing behind her. Micah was there still looking confused, but his mate had also joined him. It was a Klein family reunion in the formal living room.
“We’re going out,” Layla called over Everett’s shoulder. Normally she would be embarrassed. Her family being this involved in a personal situation would mortify her. Let alone the undignified way Everett was holding her. He was kind enough to swing her so her legs were over one arm now, but that was just to cover her bare ass before he walked down the stairs.
Everett had spotted the table and saw there were a number of purses resting on it. He gave a frustrated growl.
“Baby, it’s the Gucci,” Layla directed.
Everett looked at her like she had lost her mind. “Seriously?” he asked.
“The purple one, shiny, metal buckle,” she explained.
“Next time just say the purple one, damn, got to make everything so complicated,” he mumbled.
“You’ll just have to learn my purses so we won’t have to have this conversation next time, hmm?”
There was snickering coming from the other room. In another world, Everett would probably find this funny if he was watching from the living room. But right now, his mate was in his arms, not wearing any fucking panties, and she wanted to get married by Elvis before they completed their bond.
His mission was simple, license, Elvis, fucking. His goals were clear and no one was going to delay him in getting what he wanted while fulfilling his mate’s wishes.
Grabbing the purple bag, he turned towards the assembled group.
“Russell, Grace, goodnight.” Giving the group a head nod then turning towards the door.
Layla caught her sister giving her two thumbs up as she balanced her kid against her chest. William stuck his tongue out and Micah still looked befuddled.
In a flash they were out the door. Looking around, Everett realized he didn’t drive here.
“Over there, the red Mercedes.” Layla pointed to the car parked in the back.
“Wow, that’s a chick’s car,” Everett remarked, striding towards it.
“She’s beautiful, I love her. Her name is Sabrina and she loves me back,” Layla sniffed at him.
“Well, who wouldn’t,” he remarked like it was obvious.
Well, damn, he was too cute for words. Layla felt safe and happy being carried around by her mate. She wondered if she could convince him to always carry her. It would cut down on the wear and tear on her shoes. Those babies weren’t cheap.
Layla dug into her purse and found her keys, beeping the locks. Everett didn’t even put her down to open the door. He maneuvered enough to grab the handle and pull it open. He set her gently into the seat, then pulled the seatbelt across her and buckled her in.
Raising and eyebrow at him, he just smiled and held out his hand. She gave him the keys and he shut her door, walking around to the driver’s side.
He got in, adjusted all her mirrors and her seat. She should be pissed, but it just wasn’t manifesting. It’s like her bitch meter was broken or something.
“You know, I don’t just let anyone drive my car.”
“The valets drive your car,” he guessed.
“Sure, but them I know. They know if they even get a scratch on my baby I’ll scratch their eyes out.”
“Shifters?” he asked.
“Not all of them, the same punishment regardless,” she explained.
“The Duchess will have their heads huh?” he laughed.
“They will roll,” she said seriously. This for some reason was hysterically funny to Everett. His laughter was infectious. She started giggling then was holding her stomach as the tears rolled down
her face.
The next few hours involved Layla and Everett making out at the county clerk’s office while waiting for their license. Making out on the steps in front of the Marriage License Bureau. Making out in the parking lot of a fast food joint after Layla convinced him to stop for burgers. Then a quick drive over to a sweet little chapel with an in-house Elvis.
They opted for the deluxe package that included a keepsake bouquet, music of their choice, and four pictures commemorating the event. They chose the traditional vows deciding they would speak their own later.
They were so wrapped up in their own happiness, they both failed to notice the silver sedan that had been following them from Layla’s house.
Chapter 18
After the ceremony and a kiss that even had Elvis saying, “Whoa baby,” Layla made a few calls and was swiping the card through the lock on the honeymoon suite at a hotel down the strip from The Platinum. Everett was biting and nibbling on her neck. When the green light flashed, Layla found herself scooped up into Everett’s arms.
“We got married before consummating our relationship. I’m not going to skip carrying you over the threshold,” he explained.
“Whatever floats your boat, baby,” she said with a laugh.
“You float my boat, Duchess.”
Damn that was nice to hear, she thought.
Walking into the room, Everett burst out laughing. The room was one giant space complete with a king size bed covered in rose petals. There was a giant bouquet of Mylar balloons in the corner with Congratulations! And Newlywed! on them. A bucket of champagne was chilling on the table along with a heart shaped box of what could only be chocolates.
“This is festive,” he remarked.
“Well, it is the honeymoon suite,” she laughed.
“Very true,” he said, his voice dropping low. “What can I do for you, Mrs. Hayes?”
“Hmm, I could use a bath. I’m feeling a little gritty from our run earlier.”