Wild and Free

by Kristen Ashley

  “Good to know,” he muttered, eyes dropping to her mouth.

  “Though, I guess, you get as many years in as you have, you can learn a lot. Do you play any other instruments?” she asked.

  He looked to her eyes, tightened his arms around her, and answered shortly, “No.”

  “Oh,” she murmured.

  He was about to take her mouth when she kept at him.

  “What’s bao bei mean?”

  “Precious. Treasured.”

  Her eyes got soft, as did her body on top of him, and she whispered, “Sweet.” Then she pushed further up him so she was closer to his face but leaned back, resting her arms on his chest, and she kept fucking going. “Do you speak Chinese?”

  “Mandarin.”

  “No other dialects?” she pressed on.

  “Nope.”

  “Did you live in China?”

  “With Hui and Mei. It was Sying and her husband, Chang, who moved us to America.”

  “Hui, Mei, and Sying?”

  “Hui found me. Mei was her daughter. Sying was Mei’s daughter.”

  Her focus became acute on his eyes and her voice got quiet when she asked, “Do you think your eyes are cool and tilty like that because one of your parents is Chinese?”

  “No clue.”

  “You have really beautiful eyes,” she told him.

  Fuck, he wanted to fuck her.

  “Thanks.”

  “And great hair.”

  “Lilah—”

  “What business do you have that you keep from being messy?”

  Christ, she’d rounded him right into a corner in a way he couldn’t get out.

  He tried anyway, trailing a hand up her spine and into her hair, then pulling her face closer to his. “I’ll answer, pussycat, but later. Right now, gotta fuck you.”

  Her eyes widened. “Is the urge back?”

  “No. Just can smell your cunt. I’ve fucked it, haven’t eaten it, and now I got a different kind of urge.”

  She squirmed on top of him and he smelled it, the surge between her legs.

  She liked his urge.

  “Take off your panties, Lilah,” he ordered.

  Without hesitation, she moved. Swinging her legs around, she pulled her panties down and tossed them away.

  Abel clamped tight on her hips even as he shifted them both down the bed so his head was to the pillows, and as he did this, he heard her heart quicken.

  “Climb on, baby,” he whispered, and watched her eyes flare. Then she moved, knowing exactly what he wanted and not hesitating to give it to him. He liked that, but still, he squeezed in with his fingers before she got anywhere and muttered, “Kiss first.”

  Her body melted into his as her mouth descended to his. Her tongue sliding between his lips, Abel let her drink from him. Then he moved his hands to her ass, cupped it, and he drank from her.

  He broke the kiss and said, “Now give me that cunt.”

  “Okay, Abel,” she breathed, moved again, positioning and lowering her pussy on his face.

  He grabbed her hips and pulled her down at the same time he lifted his head and drove his tongue inside.

  Her hips bucked and her cunt coated his tongue with a rush of juices.

  Yeah, responsive.

  Fuck.

  He ate her, he did it hard and mercilessly, holding her down as she panted, whimpered, ground in, rocked, tore her nightshirt off like she couldn’t bear it anymore, then tried to shift away when he knew it was getting too much for her. But he kept at her, the sweet tang of her finally on his tongue outside a dream. It was the best thing he’d ever tasted. Better than her blood and her blood was sublime.

  He made her come and she did it hard, slamming down on him and crying out, “Abel, baby,” like she’d done in her dream.

  Definitely better in reality.

  She was still feeling it when he yanked her down his body and fisted a hand in her hair, looking at her face soft and languid with her orgasm, his cock aching to drive into her.

  “You’re gonna take my dick now,” he said roughly.

  “Okay, Abel,” she breathed.

  “Ride me or I ride you?”

  Her head fell forward, her lips sliding across his cheek to his ear where she whispered, “Fuck me, baby.”

  He rolled her to her back, positioned, and drove in.

  Her back arched clean off the bed, her knees jerking up, her head digging into the mattress, her moan driving straight to his dick.

  Christ, she was unbelievable.

  He let go and she took him. More than took him. He was not unaware he was generously endowed, but her pussy accommodated him, clutched him, gripped him, milked him, demanded more from him. All this even as Delilah did the same, clawing at his back, jerking up her knees to get more, panting and gasping. He held nothing back, ramming into her hot wet so hard, he drove her up the bed until her head was hanging off the side.

  “Abel,” she whispered.

  “Yeah,” he grunted.

  She lifted her head, her eyes slits, the look on her face making him pound harder. She lifted her hands to grip his head on either side and she whimpered, “Abel.”

  “Fuck yeah,” he growled.

  She held on as her head dropped back, her mouth opening, no sound coming out, but he knew she was there because her cunt seized his dick and immediately milked his orgasm right out of him. He buried himself deep, his ass clenching as he poured his seed inside her on a savage snarl.

  The orgasm so big, unable to hold himself up, he dropped to her, his lips to her neck arched back over the mattress, her pulse pounding into his skin.

  She slid her hands into his hair and held him there.

  It took a while but eventually she spoke.

  “You’re kinda good at that.”

  He smiled against her skin.

  “And by ‘kinda,’ I mean seriously fucking good at it.”

  He lifted his head, she lifted hers, and he kept his seat inside her even as he dragged her back down the bed so she could rest her head.

  She glided her hands out of his hair to his neck, down his chest, and around, where she clamped them at his back, her thighs pressing into his sides.

  He moved a hand to swing her calves in so she was all around him, then bent and touched his mouth to hers.

  When he lifted away, he stilled when he saw uncertainty in her eyes.

  “Lilah?”

  “Is it as good for you as it is for me?”

  Jesus.

  She had to ask?

  “Uh…yeah.”

  She studied him.

  She didn’t believe him.

  “And by ‘yeah,’ I mean fuck yeah,” he clarified.

  Tentatively, she grinned.

  “Tame the green-eyed temptress, pussycat,” he started on an order, “so I can tell you what you already know but will get pissed at. I’ve been doin’ this a long time, banged a lot of pussy, so I got practice to make it good for you. You don’t have that and you’re phenomenal.”

  “Really?”

  “None better.”

  Her eyes got big before they went soft, as did her body under him. “Really?”

  He slid his hands up her sides, one going in and to her face to cup the side of it.

  “Really, Lilah.”

  “Two hundred years of competition, that’s saying something.”

  He grinned down at her. “Only been fuckin’ for just a hair over half that.”

  Her head jerked. “Whoa, you started late.”

  “Aged slow, bao bei, seriously slow. Took me fifty years to reach ten, eleven human years. So had a major long childhood.”

  Her hands drifted light over the skin of his back and she said softly, like she was seriously looking forward to eventually getting the words she was about to say.

  “There’s a lot to learn about you.”

  “Same with you.”

  “I don’t have two hundred years of history, Abel.”

  “Doesn’t mean t
he years you got won’t be fascinating to me.”

  Her eyes went hooded and her voice went soft when she replied, “Yeesh, you’re sweet when you aren’t consumed with the need to fuck me.”

  He chuckled, liking that she thought that, liking the way her lips parted softly when she felt his humor. He dipped his head and touched his mouth to hers again but then lifted away and said nothing.

  She slid the fingers of one hand in his hair and he should have known by the look on her face she was about to lay him to waste.

  But he didn’t.

  So he couldn’t guard against it before she wrecked him.

  “Thank you for making a lifetime of longing worth every second, Abel.”

  Jesus.

  Jesus.

  She was unbelievable.

  “Can you take more?” he growled.

  Her pussy convulsed around his dick, but her eyes got huge.

  “More?” she asked.

  “More,” he confirmed.

  Her voice pitched higher. “Now?”

  “Right now,” he returned. “You can, we’re gonna see how much you can take when I fuck your mouth. Then I’m gonna take your cunt again the way I like you, on your hands and knees in front of me.”

  He got another pulse from her pussy as she whispered, “I should probably be offended by that, but I’m absolutely not.”

  “Your cunt told me that before you did, pussycat.”

  “That particular part of me has a mind of its own when you’re in a certain mood,” she declared.

  “Thank fuck,” he muttered as reply.

  She grinned.

  He bent and slid his temple along hers, ending with his mouth to her ear where he asked quietly, “You gonna position for me?”

  She turned her head and replied, “Absolutely.”

  Yeah.

  Delilah.

  Unbelievable.

  He slid out, rolled off, and watched, his dick remaining hard and starting to throb as she gave him what he wanted and got to her hands and knees in his bed.

  Once there, she turned her eyes to his.

  They were hungry.

  That was when Abel gave her what she needed, paying attention to her skin, her ass, her tits, her cunt, before he took her mouth with his cock.

  She couldn’t take all of him, but she definitely took enough to make it worthwhile and got off on it, nearly as much as he did.

  Then he shifted and mounted her from behind, and she seriously got off on that.

  So did he.

  Then Abel bedded down with his mate, curling her into his arms, feeling her body soft just because it was, and softer due to sex, relaxing into his as sleep took her. He smelled her all around—her hair, her skin, the beautiful mixture of them between her legs.

  And for the first time in his entire life, Abel’s eyes closed and he drifted into a dreamless sleep.

  Chapter Eight

  I Got One Priority

  Delilah

  I opened my eyes, felt something, looked up, and saw Abel close, head resting on his hand, elbow in the pillow, eyes to me.

  Much better than him across the room doing the same thing.

  And he was there, right there, gazing down on me. Not a hole in my belly. Not talons clawing inside, making me bleed. Right there. Big and beautiful and mine, close enough for me to touch.

  So I did.

  Sleepily, I smiled and slid a hand to the hard wall of his smooth chest, feeling his warmth, his solidness, his realness.

  And better, when I did, his face, which was warm and relaxed (also much different than the last two days when he was sitting across the room), shifted. It became warm, relaxed, and content.

  Amazing.

  “Hey,” I whispered.

  “Hey,” he whispered back, the rough deepness of his voice gliding over my skin in a sweet way only to gather between my legs in a hot one.

  “You sleep okay?” I asked.

  “Fuck yeah,” he answered. “You?”

  “Yeah.”

  He moved in and I thought he was going to kiss me, but instead he slid his temple along mine and moved away.

  I liked it when he did that. There was a tenderness to it that I’d never experienced and my dad could be very tender.

  Even if I liked it, I still didn’t get why he did it.

  So I asked quietly, “What is that?”

  “Don’t know, but had to guess, wolf,” he replied.

  “Wolf?”

  “Marking,” he stated, and I got it because it made sense.

  “It’s sweet,” I told him.

  “Yeah,” he agreed. “Sweeter for me, because when I do it, I can smell my scent on you. No one else can, but at least for me it claims you as mine.”

  God, I liked that.

  I grinned and shifted closer.

  Abel slid his arm around me and pulled me even closer.

  I thought this might lead to something, but he said, “We should probably get up and go have breakfast with Jian-Li and your dad.”

  “What time is it?”

  “Going on seven.”

  I shook my head. “Dad doesn’t wake up until at least ten, even if he has a night that’s early for him, like last night,” I told him.

  His expression changed and I felt that change trailing over my skin and gathering between my legs right before he rolled on me so he was covering me.

  Oh yeah.

  I slid my hands up the skin on either side of his spine as his hand lifted, sifting, then tangling in the side of my hair.

  “We gotta talk,” he announced.

  I blinked.

  “Talk?”

  At my reaction, he grinned an arrogant grin that didn’t glide over my skin but did gather between my legs before he muttered, “My pussycat wants my dick.”

  Well, yeah. He was good at what he did with it and it wasn’t like I’d kept that knowledge from him.

  I decided not to share what he already knew and only mumbled, “Uh…”

  “I’ll give it to you, bao bei, but we can’t spend all our time fucking,” he told me.

  He was right, though we could try.

  “What do you wanna talk about?” I asked.

  “You. Me. Our future. The fact we have a future meaning we gotta talk about it.”

  He was right about that too.

  I wrapped my arms around him and slid a leg out to curve it around the back of his thigh.

  I did this to hold him, a gesture of affection, but his face darkened and he whispered, “She doesn’t play fair.”

  “What?”

  He studied me for a second before he spoke.

  “Lilah.” He dipped closer. “I smell you, all of you. Told you I can smell your cunt. Had that smell enough times when you wanted me to do somethin’ with it to know when that is, which is what it smells like now. You opening your legs for me, call of the wild.”

  Call of the wild.

  Nice.

  “It might make me a freak, but that’s totally hot,” I shared.

  “It is. So is your pussy right now. And I’ll control myself ’cause we gotta have a get-to-know-you and discuss-our-future chat. But what I’m sayin’ is, in future, you gotta have a mind to that.”

  “Okay, Abel,” I agreed, then asked, “Do you want me to close my legs?”

  “No, like it,” he murmured.

  Totally nice.

  “Right,” I said through a smile.

  His eyes dropped to my mouth and he growled irritably, “Lilah.”

  Now I was confused.

  “What?”

  He looked to my eyes. “Baby, your smell coupled with that pleased-as-fuck, sexy little smile that says you know you got me wrapped around your finger and you like it is gonna get you fucked, in the good way. So cool it.”

  Holy shitoly.

  “I have you wrapped around my finger?”

  He looked to the headboard, which meant yes.

  Oh man, I so liked that.

  “Okay, I’
ll be a good girl,” I told him.

  To which he told the headboard, “Now all I can think is how good a girl she can be.”

  I slapped his arm. “Abel.” He looked down at me. “It isn’t me who has sex on the brain with everything I say.”

  “Bullshit, Lilah. Remember, I can smell it.”

  “Then maybe we should just have sex,” I suggested hopefully.

  “And she gets her way,” he groused.

  I buried my grin at that.

  “We’ll be quick,” I offered, and he rolled so I was on top.

  “No,” he replied, looking up at me. “You will.”

  Oh yeah.

  I couldn’t stop it that time. I grinned.

  He frowned at my mouth.

  I instantly commenced in doing something about that frown and I did it quick. I ended up riding him hard. Taking his big dick myself, stretching myself wide, filling myself full, fast and rough, again and again, my hands at my breasts, fingers at my nipples, eyes to my man, who had his fingers clamped deep in the flesh of my hips and was staring up at me with a face filled with hunger.

  Fucking ecstasy.

  I came and kept riding him until I gave Abel the same.

  When we were done, I collapsed on top of him, got my breath under control, lifted my head, and looked into his sated, now-both-chocolate-brown eyes.

  “Now we can talk.”

  One hand at the back of my neck, one at my ass, he squeezed both and his lips quirked, but he said nothing.

  “I can’t help it if you’ve got a big dick and I like it,” I defended.

  At that, he chuckled, his fingers sliding up in my hair and bringing my face down to get his kiss. It was long, slow, gentle, and sweet, perfect after we had quick, hard, and rough.

  He broke it at the same time he tensed, his head turning sharply toward the door.

  “What?” I whispered.

  “Fuck. Wei,” he replied and looked up at me. “Dress, pussycat. Nightshirt’s okay. He won’t be here long.”

  I nodded and we were out of bed in a flash, this including me losing him from inside me, which made me gasp for two reasons.

  He set me on my feet, bent, retrieved my nightgown and panties, and handed them to me.

  I took them and dashed to the bathroom while Abel moved to the chair where he’d thrown his jeans the night before, just as there was a knock at the door.

  I got behind the closed door and dressed, deciding to take care of some other pertinent business while I was in there, doing this as I heard Abel open the door.