by Kyle, Celia
He left his pants clinging to his hips and nudged her into the position he desired. She lay perpendicular to the wall, her ass resting against the edge of the mattress while her head was by the wall. Her feet dangled and Wyatt used his body to force her legs wider.
“My cat. My cream.” He dropped to his knees between her thighs. “And I want both.”
“Wyatt…” She reached for him, and he pushed her hands to the blanket.
“No, love. I’m going to taste you and then I’m going to fuck this pussy.” His amber eyes met hers, and he cupped her mound, pressing against her swollen, slick lips. “My pussy.”
Millie whimpered and squirmed, shifting her hips and rubbing against him.
“You’re so slick and wet, sweetheart.” Wyatt rubbed her and she opened her legs wider. She wanted him, his fingers, his mouth, his cock. All of it.
“Please,” she whispered and shuddered.
“Anything for you.” He murmured and removed her hand, yanking a whimper of disappointment from her. “Easy. I just want to get my mouth on this pink cunt.”
God—need raced through her—what his words did to her.
Wyatt stroked her inner-thighs, starting at her knees and running his hands along her legs. His calluses stroked and teased her warm skin, the rough touch adding to the need building inside her.
His thumbs teased the crease of skin where her thighs met her pussy, gently rubbing and tormenting her with the caress. With each pass, he eased closer to her damp sex lips. He tortured her, sliding up and then down, traveling to the very top of her pussy and then down to the curve of her ass.
Millie wiggled and squirmed, jerking her hips to the left and then the right in an effort to get him to delve deeper. All it managed to do was draw a chuckle from her mate.
Jerk.
Then he slid one thumb along the seam of her sex, softly tracing the line, and she trembled in excitement with the touch.
“Is that what you want?”
Millie shook her head. “More.”
“Then look at me. Watch me taste you.”
She hadn’t even realized she’d closed her eyes or dropped bonelessly to the mattress. She forced herself onto her elbows and demanded her eyes open.
Oh, that was very, very wicked.
Pure amber eyes met hers, the hue telling her it wasn’t just Wyatt the man making love to her, but also Wyatt the lion. Millie’s cat perked up and purred, the addition of the beast gentle instead of overpowering.
“Good girl.” He remained focused on her and then his thumb slipped between her lower lips, sliding over the slick inner-tissues and then…
She gasped and arched her back, sucking in a breath with the pleasure he created. He stroked her clit, pressing against the bundle of nerves.
“Yes,” she hissed and then cut off the sound when he retreated. She whined and raised her head.
Wyatt grinned. “Eyes on me if you want to come, love. I’ll make you scream, but you need to know it’s me making you scream.”
“It’d never be anyone else, Wyatt. Only you.” Her mate gave an approving rumble and then his touch returned to where she needed him.
That thumb stroked her clit, rubbing the nub with gentle strokes. Back and forth, a slow glide that pleasured her without sending her flying to her peak. His caresses came in a steady rhythm, his attention on her. It was as if he tested her, ensuring she’d remain focused on him while she enjoyed his ministrations.
“More, mate.”
Wyatt grinned and gave her what she craved. His touch transformed from gentle brushes to determined circles, sliding ’round and ’round her clit.
“That’s it,” her words came out as a hoarse whisper and she rolled her hips. “Right there.”
“Here?” He circled her twice more and then suddenly fingers speared her pussy, delving deep into her heat. She jolted and screamed with the invasion, with the overwhelming pleasure it caused. “Or here?”
“Yes.”
“Maybe both?” Now his fingers pumped in and out of her cunt while his thumb toyed with her clit. He fucked and stroked her, teasing and arousing her more and more.
And as he demanded, she kept her gaze on him. She continued to stare into his amber eyes, continued to watch the emotions on his face shift and change from one second to the next.
His gaze flicked to her pussy and then back to her. “Look at all that cream, love.” He licked his lips. “I need a taste.”
Wyatt’s fingers disappeared, her heat now empty and her clit silently begging for him to return. And he did return. Except this time, it was so much better.
He pulled her thighs over his shoulders while he buried his face between her legs. His mouth first licked a path between her lower lips, tasting her from her pussy to clit and back again. He tormented her with his tongue, fucking her hole and then flicking her desperate clit. Over and again he repeated himself, licking, tasting, fucking.
With each movement, she cried out, begged and pleaded and demanded he bring her to peak.
Through it all, her eyes remained locked on his. Emotions battered her, his and her own, and she allowed herself to show him each one as it raced along her spine. That also meant she saw his. She sensed his increasing affection as it bordered on love. She accepted his worry about the changes occurring and knew he wanted to assure her happiness above all things.
Finally, he settled into a steady rhythm, his lips wrapped around her clit, providing gentle suction while he tapped the nub with his tongue. Two fingers slipped inside her, giving her a tender stretch while stroking her inner walls. He slid them in and out at a consistent pace. He fucked her with his hand, slowly bringing her to the edge of release. She panted and moaned, hands fisting the sheets, but she refused to lose her position.
“Wyatt… Please.”
He growled against her pussy, sending her arousal spiking and her cunt tightened around his invasion. His eyes glowed brighter, and he repeated the sound, growling against her clit. Then that growl turned into a steady, rumbling purr and Millie thought she’d lose her mind in the pleasure.
Her body tingled from top to bottom, her muscles twitching and toes curling in anticipation of what was to come.
He curled his fingers, pressing and sliding them along her sheath in a gentle “come here” motion that caressed her G-spot.
“Yes!” She rocked her hips, meeting his shallow thrusts and riding his hand. “There. Soon.”
So good, so fucking good. The sprinklings of pleasure surrounded her pussy, toying with her while it grew. Her cunt spasmed, milking his fingers, and she couldn’t wait for them to be replaced by his cock. His purr intensified, the vibrations plucking her pleasure-filled nerves. Millie’s cat responded in kind, the animal working with her as it voiced its affection for their mate.
Yes, this had to be what a normal shifter experienced.
Wyatt gave her a fierce, rough thrust, and she gasped. “Again.”
He gave her what she demanded, increased his force and pace. Now he truly fucked her pussy, hand moving rapidly while his mouth kept up its maddening teasing. She took everything he had, took it and used it. Pleasure grew and grew while expanding to encompass her body. Already her muscles twitched and jerked in preparation of her release.
She rose higher, floating as the ecstasy increased and raced to her peak. With every breath, a new shudder of need attacked her and with every exhale she trembled. The edge was within sight, her pinnacle within reach. She stared down into her mate’s eyes and read every emotion on his features.
He was a good male, a better man, and she had no doubt he’d be a devoted mate. Trusting in him, she allowed herself to be flung off a cliff.
“Wyatt.” Millie held her breath and the growling bubble holding her pleasure exploded, bursting and filling her with every ounce of pleasure she’d gathered. Her pussy milked his fingers in a rhythmic caress while all control over her muscles was snatched from her. She trembled and jerked, her toes curling as her orgasm stroke
d her.
She whimpered and whined, but his pace never faltered. He continued to torture her with his fingers and mouth, and she loved every moment of bliss he showered on her. It was beautiful, heavenly, and she realized she’d get to have this every day from this moment forward.
Slowly the delicious pleasure eased, Wyatt’s tempo reducing until he was giving her gentle, occasional laps. When he slipped his fingers free, she sighed and slumped against the bed, a huge grin in place.
“Was that good, sweetheart?” he murmured against her mound.
“Yeah, but I know something better.” She grinned.
His cocky chuckle filled the room. “What’s that?”
Millie sat up, forcing him to ease back the tiniest bit. A glance down showed that his cock was as hard and delicious as she remembered. “I’ll show you once the jeans are gone.”
He raised a single brow in question, but rolled to his feet as she asked.
Perfect.
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"I'm never as bad as people think. I'm, like, loads worse. Times two." — Maya O'Connell, Prima of the Ridgeville Pride and a woman who finds joy in being very, very bad. You know, twice.
Wyatt looked forward to this, to the moment he could slide deep into his mate’s mouth and fu—
Millie darted forward and engulfed his cock with her mouth, swallowing half of his length in one lightning-fast move.
“Holy shit!” He roared the words and forced himself to remain standing.
Holy shit was right. Her plump, pink lips were wrapped around his shaft and somehow the little vixen managed to smile while her mouth was filled with cock.
“Sweetheart.” His voice was hoarse, his cat making speech nearly impossible. The animal loved that she would do this with him.
A lot of women didn’t like tasting their male, and he’d never been so thankful to have found one that enjoyed it. Because, yes, she did. There was no mistaking the pleasure she derived from sucking his cock.
She slid along his shaft, his dick slowly emerging from her warm cavern only to be swallowed once again. She moved at a leisurely pace, the actions gentle, but no less pleasurable. Her tongue traced patterns on the underside of his dick, tapping and flicking his shaft with every journey forward and each retreat.
She varied her suction, pulling hard then barely suckling at all, varying her pattern from one moment to the next.
Wyatt fisted his hands at his sides, fighting to keep them from cupping her head and using her lush mouth. Except Bethy had other ideas. Ideas that involved taking his hands and gentling his grip. Then they were moved to her hair, and she forced him to fist the strands.
“Bethy, sweetheart.” He shook his head.
She slowly eased back from his dick, exposing more and more of him until the head of his cock rested on her reddened lips. She lapped at the tip of his dick, and he shuddered, enjoying the pleasure of her tongue. His balls hardened and drew up against his body, pleasure forcing them to prepare for release. She flicked that sensitive spot beneath the head, and he trembled, fighting the need to come.
“Fuck, Bethy.” She scraped a single fang along the sensitive head, and he nearly lost it then. “Bethy.”
“Wyatt?” He forced himself to calm and focus on her. “Fuck my mouth.”
He immediately grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed, hoping to stave off his orgasm. “You can’t say shit like that, love.”
Bethy rubbed her tongue over his slit, and he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to imagine anything other than the sight of her licking up his pre-cum.
“But I want you to. I want you to fuck my mouth and then,” she suckled the tip, and he groaned, “I want you to fuck and claim me.”
“Shit.”
He couldn’t resist her then, couldn’t have ignored her request if he’d tried. Doing his best to be careful, he gripped her hair and fed her his dick, watching it disappear between those plump lips. She moaned around him, drawing the same sound from his chest.
Bethy placed her hands on his hips and urged him into motion, showing him without words that she wanted him to dominate her in this way.
The cat was more than ready to meet her desires.
Slowly, unsteady and unsure, he flexed and slid deeper into her mouth. He watched more and more of his cock disappear and then reappear when he withdrew. His shaft glistened with her saliva.
“Damn,” he whispered and repeated the move, a slow slide in and then out.
He watched for any sign of discomfort and found none. All he saw were eyes so full of trust and the beginnings of love.
He gradually increased his pace, making love to her mouth as pleasure rolled through his veins and gathered around his balls. She squeezed his hips, kneading them and urging him on.
“Sweetheart,” he rasped the word and followed her lead.
It was ecstasy, bliss, and joy wrapped into one.
And then one of her hands disappeared. He watched her slide it along her body, between her breasts and over the mound of her stomach before disappearing from view.
Shit, his mate got off on sucking his cock.
“Are you rubbing that clit, Bethy?” His dick pulsed in her mouth, releasing more pre-cum, and she moaned around him.
Yes, she truly was enjoying herself.
“Are you going to come from sucking my dick?” Fuck it felt so good, so hot and right with her. “Rub that pussy, sweetheart.” Her eyes remained focused on him, need and desire evident in her gaze. “Rub that cunt while I fuck this pretty mouth.”
She shuddered, and he fought the urge to come. Not yet. He could enjoy her attentions, but he was going to fill her with his seed.
Wyatt tightened his hold and moved with her, catching the rhythm she used on her pussy and using it as his own. “Shit, yeah.”
In and out, her mouth tightening and sucking him like candy as she pleasured herself. His balls throbbed, demanding to be released, but he wouldn’t. Not yet.
He had so much more he wanted to do.
Pleasure increased, gathering steam the longer he used her mouth. He grunted and groaned, battling his body as it tried to embrace his orgasm while he fought to push it down.
A whimper surrounded him, and he recognized the look of her impending orgasm.
Growling, he forced himself to release her hair and pull her from his dick.
Damn, she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen with her eyes glazed with desire and her mouth swollen and wet from being wrapped around his dick.
Her hand still moved between her thighs and tiny whimpers escaped her lips. He reached down and snatched her fingers from their playground.
“The next time you come, it’ll be around my cock, sweetheart.” He grinned when she whined, but he wasn’t going to relent.
A quick shove had his jeans falling from his hips. He let them puddle on the ground and then he kicked them aside. Thankfully, he’d shed his shoes the moment they’d entered the cage.
“Now, lay back and I’ll give us both what we need.”
With a whimper she scooted and turned until she lay back on the bed, head resting on the pillow and her legs spread wide. She showed him her perfectly pink pussy, the sex lips opening and exposing her delicious center.
His fangs lengthened and his cat urged him to take another taste.
But no, he had other things in mind.
Bethy was his and now he’d show her who she belonged to.
Nude, he settled between her spread thighs, resting on his knees. He reached down and stroked his dick, enjoying the slick slide of his callused palm along his shaft.
“I’m going to fuck you, Bethy.”
She whimpered and nodded.
“And when you’re coming around my dick, and I’m filling your pussy with my cum, I’m going to claim you.” He let the bald words hang in the air. He knew she enjoyed his dirty talk, his plain way of telling her exactly how he wanted her.
Bethy shifted, legs twitching and thighs spreading even farther while sh
e also tilted her head to the side, exposing her shoulder. “Please.”
He could never deny her.
Wyatt grasped the base of his cock and pointed it toward her wet pussy. Leaning forward, he let the head of his dick caress her silken folds, sliding along her cleft. He slipped up and down, glancing her clit and then nudging her warm opening.
“Wyatt…” She whined and whimpered, and he thought those were the two most beautiful sounds in the world.
“Right here, sweetheart.” He took a mental snapshot of his mate, the way her hair spread around her in a halo, of the passion filling her eyes and the red blush that consumed her cheeks. “Right here.”
And with that, he gave them both what they desired.
Each other.
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Wyatt lunged forward, and Millie gasped, the sudden feeling of fullness stealing her breath. His cock stretched and filled her needy pussy almost to the point of pain. But what a delicious pain it was. His cock slid deeper and deeper, consuming her from inside out, and still she wanted more. More of him. More of them.
She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, settling her heels on his lower back, just above his ass. Tightening her thighs, she pulled him closer, urging him deeper until his hips rested fully against her.
The moment he consumed her, he fell forward, catching himself on his hands so he didn’t drop his weight on her.
“Bethy,” he released her name on a breathy moan.
She loved that about him, loved that he called her something different than everyone else. She was his Bethy. His.
“Take me, Wyatt. Make me yours.” More than anything she wanted to belong to him.
With a growl, he eased his hips back and then shoved forward once again. He pushed deep and hard, sending her fat jiggling with the thrust. Part of her wanted to grab the pieces wiggling the most, but then his lustful gaze fixated on her breasts. He repeated the movement, and his eyes seemed to glow with new desire as her tits bounced.
“Mine.”
Millie slid her hands along his arms, enjoying the feel of his skin beneath her palms. So hot. So smooth. So strong.