Cheshire swallows against my fingers again, and I’m tempted to squeeze a little harder. What would he do if I did?
Our eyes are locked, a silent dance for dominance that I know won’t end even when our clothes are removed. Neither one of us wants to give up control, for different reasons, and yet, probably the same. We both fear what happens if we give up that control, even if neither of us admits it.
“Are we just going to stand here and look at each other?” I whisper, my voice already husky. I’m not embarrassed by it. Cheshire is hotter than any man I’ve ever seen, and being around him these past few weeks has only served to draw me closer. I know he’s bad. I know he’s all wrong for me. That doesn’t stop me from wanting him, from wanting to keep him.
“I’m thinking,” Cheshire murmurs, the vibration felt in my hand. I do squeeze then, and his eyes narrow on me.
“What’s the matter?” I ask. “Cat got your tongue?”
I smirk at my own joke, of throwing his own words back at him, but Cheshire certainly doesn’t find it funny. Those cat eyes narrow even more, and I roll my own. “Fine. If you’re too afraid to act,” I throw the words away, teasing, the smirk still on my face. I loosen my hold on his throat, intending to step away, but Cheshire’s deep growl stops me.
“I didn’t say to fucking move.” His claws tighten against the base of my spine where they rest.
I scoff. “Well, you seem pretty uncertain to me. I was all ready to fuck you, and here you are, hesitating. It’s not that big of a decision.”
“Isn’t it?” Cheshire asks, his hand slipping down from my hair to curl around my neck. No pressure. I can barely feel his touch, but it’s enough. My heart rate speeds up. “Isn’t it a decision that will change everything?”
He leans down and nuzzles against my cheek, his tail coming around and gently caressing down my arm where it lays wrapped around his hip. It’s so light, it feels like a feather, sending goosebumps along my skin.
“No,” I answer, a little breathless. Teasing, always teasing.
“Then, you’re lying to yourself,” he purrs, just before his teeth nip my ear. I hiss out a breath but don’t respond. “If we do this, things will change, fundamentally, irrevocably. Are you prepared for that?”
“I’m prepared for you,” I moan, digging in my nails at the base of his spine. Control, I need the control back. I move my hand from the back to the front and rub against the hardness in his leather pants. A hiss is my answer.
“Remember you said that,” he growls just before he squeezes my neck, restricting my air supply just the tiniest amount. A bolt of panic shoots through me that’s immediately replaced with excitement as he backs me against a tree and hikes my leg around his waist. “You’re so fucking perfect.” The words are a husky snarl, as if it almost pisses him off to say it.
I shove the leather jacket on his shoulders, trying to push it free. He shrugs out of it quickly, dropping it to the forest floor without a care. I don’t blame him. I don’t even look as I rip the shirt over my head and toss it to the side, before going to the button of his pants.
“This doesn’t mean anything,” I say out loud, more to myself than Cheshire. Neither of us comments on the lie that is. I can feel it, the change Cheshire talked about, but I don’t focus on it. Control. I’m in control.
“Fuck!” Cheshire leans forward and runs his tongue along my ear just as I get the snaps undone on his pants and thrust my hand inside to wrap around his length. He’s velvet steel in my hand, hot as a brand.
I jerk away from him when he goes to nip my ear again. The sound that comes from his throat is animalistic, a warning, but I’m not some piece of ass to be conquered. I won’t give up my control.
I move my hand from his neck to his hair and jerk his head down, my lips crashing against his as I stroke him in his leathers. He jerks against me and squeezes harder against my neck. Liquid fire moves down to my core.
The kiss is just like before, a battle for dominance with neither willing to give up. It’s violent, our teeth clacking in our fight. Against my back, the bark scrapes my skin, probably shredding it to ribbons, but I don’t care. The pain mixes in with the pleasure, until I’m kissing him harder, my lungs running out of air.
When we finally break apart, we’re both gasping, but Cheshire doesn’t give me a chance to catch my bearings. He drops my leg and spins me until my chest is to the tree, my back against his chest.
“You think you can gain the upper hand?” he hisses in my ear, that hand at my throat still clutching, looser to allow me to breathe, but still a pressure. “You think you can conquer me, little goddess?”
A husky chuckle slips from my lips. “I’m not so easily conquered, either, Pussy Cat.” In answer, I grind my ass against his hardness, and he groans, his free hand clutching my hip and pressing me back harder.
His teeth go right to my shoulder and clamp down. I cry out, growing wet enough to soak my underwear. He releases the skin and runs his tongue up the curve of my neck.
“All women want to be conquered,” he whispers, slipping his hand down the front of my jeans. When his fingers touch my wetness, he purrs. “Even now, the thought of it excites you. You want to kneel before me, little goddess. Let me conquer you.”
“No,” I moan, grinding back into him until he hisses. “I will not.”
“You will,” he promises. “You’ll be screaming my name in worship when I’m done with you.”
I chuckle again.
“Which of us is actually named after a goddess, Pussy Cat? I think it will be you worshiping me.”
I reach down and wrap my hand around his wrist, pressing his fingers against myself tighter, coaxing him to move.
Another bite on my shoulder, more juices flowing. Fuck, this is the hottest sex I’ve ever had, and we haven’t even done anything yet. I reach back with my free hand and thread my fingers through his hair as he sucks and bites at my skin. I touch his ears and rub one, arching my back as his hand strokes my clit a little harder. His other hand leaves my neck to roughly caress my breast.
“Say my name,” he orders. I smile but keep my lips clamped shut. “Say it!” he growls. He unsnaps my jeans faster than I can follow and shoves them down over my hips, leaving me in nothing but my underwear. I kick my shoes and the pants free from my legs and grind a little harder as his fingers go back to my clit.
“How about you say mine?” I moan, clutching his ear harder. He jerks against my backside, a snarl my answer. Neither one of us speaks the other’s name.
His finger slips inside me, and my breath stutters just in time for him to add another digit. His lips move along the back of my neck, kissing, nipping, teasing.
“I’m going to enjoy breaking you, little goddess.” A husky whisper in my ear. “You’ll say my name.”
I would have snorted if his tail didn’t join the fray, senses overloading as it feathers over my nipples, his free hand jerking my head back and crashing his lips against mine. My neck is twisted at an odd angle, but I don’t even notice it as he kisses me hard and deep, seeking that control. I bite his lip in answer, his chest rumbling at the little pain.
When his lips release mine, he spins me again, but I don’t give him a chance to put me in another position. I practically tackle him to the ground, hoping the surprise is enough. We end up in a tangled mess of limbs on the forest floor, my body on top of his. A grin spreads on his lips.
I straddle Cheshire’s waist, grinding down on his hardness that’s still inside his leathers. I reach down and free his erection, pumping it twice for good measure. His hips jerk up into my hand, and I grin at the tiny victory. I notice he doesn’t flip us over, though he could easily. He’s humoring me, making me think I’m in control. He doesn’t realize I actually am. I lean down and run my tongue along the side of his neck as his hands come up to clutch my waist. His claws are back, but they don’t harm me. I bite the Adam’s apple at his throat and feel a satisfying jerk of his hips.
“Where a
re your sweet spots, Pussy Cat?” I whisper. “Is it behind your ears?” I run a hand along one with the question, and his hips jerk again. “Is it your throat?” I bite the skin there again before moving down to kiss and lick the tiny tattoo on his shoulder I’d never noticed before. It’s in the shape of a spade, black ink against his golden skin. I keep going, sucking at the skin on his chest, running my teeth over his nipples. “Is it here?” I chuckle when his muscles tense but keep going, until I slide down and his cock is in front of my face. “I bet this is a sweet spot.” I glance up and meet his electric-blue eyes. They’re hooded but there’s a grin on his face.
“Why don’t you taste it and see, little goddess?”
I snort, tempted to bypass the area but it was my goal all along. He thinks he’s in control. I flick out my tongue and run it over the head, his breath hissing from between his teeth. I don’t give him any warning before I close my lips around him and take in as much as possible.
“Fuck,” he growls, his claws threading through my hair and holding me there, but he doesn’t restrict me when I come back to the tip and swirl my tongue.
“Say my name,” I tease, throwing his words back.
He snarls in answer, and I drop down his length again, caressing the side with my tongue, scraping my teeth gently against the head as I come up. He throws his chin back, and I do a few fast bobs of my head, going as deep as I can.
He sits up so suddenly that it startles me. Before I can figure out what he’s doing, he grabs my hips and spins me around until my legs are parted around his face, and I’m laying on top of him.
“You want to tease, little goddess? Let’s tease.”
When his lips press against my underwear, I gasp. He eats me through the material, my hips grinding down. I almost forget I’m supposed to be in charge. When I remember, I circle my lips around his length again and hollow out my cheeks, sucking hard. In answer, he pushes my underwear to the side and finally presses his lips against me. I buck hard when his teeth gently nip my clit, before his tongue soothes the tiny pinprick of pain. His finger presses inside of me again, and my abs clench. Fuck, I’m going to lose it. I bob faster, my rhythm off as my thighs begin to quiver. He adds a second finger and pumps them inside me, curling his fingers, touching a spot inside of me that threatens to collapse my legs. I try to squeeze them closed, but his shoulders hold me open. I give up the pretense of trying to suck him and clutch his leather-clad thighs.
“Fuck,” I growl, grinding down harder on him. My orgasm hits me hard, and I cry out, my body pulsing with the pleasure, my thighs shaking. Angry that he won this round, I bite his thigh hard through his leathers. He bites my ass cheek in answer, and I groan.
He’s moving us before I’m ready, flipping me onto my back onto the forest floor. His hands grab my wrists and lock them over my head as he comes over me, his eyes glowing so brightly, they light up the area.
“Submit,” he growls.
I laugh, hooking my legs around his waist. “No.”
He lets go of my wrists, but I don’t move my arms. Appreciation flashes in his eyes until I pillow them under my head, lounging on the floor, always teasing. His chest rumbles, but he doesn’t fight the move, moving down to strip my underwear from my legs so that I’m lying beneath him completely nude. I eye his boots and pants, and he gets the point, standing up to kick his boots free. He does it methodically, as if he doesn’t realize how sexy it is to see him in the act, pressing his leathers down his legs, revealing golden skin that I hungrily take in. When he catches me looking, he reaches down and strokes himself. My core tightens, and I raise my brow at him, a challenge.
“Turn over,” he commands. I grin, but I don’t move. That would be too easy. He growls and crouches down at my feet, before stalking up my body like the cat he is. “I will conquer you, little goddess.”
“Keep telling yourself that,” I whisper, keeping my eyes on his.
His shoulders roll with power, with barely contained strength, as he comes over me, hooking my legs around his hips. His cock nudges against my entrance but doesn’t push inside, barely touching. That tail strokes up my thighs, and I shiver, before hooking one arm around his neck. My other hand wraps around his throat, a gentle touch.
“Think you can worship at this temple?” I smile. It’s a cheesy line, one I’ve never felt comfortable using before, but the words slip out before I can stop them. A grin spreads across Cheshire’s face, and a husky chuckle rumbles out.
“Only so I can conquer a goddess,” he purrs. When his lips capture mine, It’s not as hard as before, a slow dance rather than a battle. I start to think I’ve won, but I should have known. I’m so invested in the kiss, how sweet it is, that I’m caught off guard when he slams inside of me. I clutch my fingers around his throat and throw my head back with a gasp, my heart kicking hard in my chest. “And conquer you, I will.” A growl as he lifts my ass higher from the ground, pulls out, and slams back in again.
My fingers clench hard around his neck, and I can feel his snarl in his throat. It only serves to fuel him on more as he starts to piston inside me at a punishing pace. I can’t catch my bearings, can’t catch my breath, as my body seems to short circuit on pleasure. His own fingers circle my throat, gently squeezing, until my hips begin to thrust with his, keeping his pace as he pounds inside of me. My eyes slide closed, but when he growls, they pop back open again to crash against his.
“Keep them open,” he snarls.
I obey, if only to keep my eyes on him as he turns far more animalistic than I’ve ever seen him. He seems to be fighting control of his own wild side, fighting a shift, fur trying to sprout along his shoulders only to be pushed back. He’s trying so hard to keep himself in check that it hurts me. I can feel his fear, afraid of what I will think, but it’s part of who he is. I’m not afraid of Cheshire. I’m afraid of what he’ll do to my heart, but I’m not afraid of his wild.
“Turn me over,” I whisper. His rhythm stutters, but he keeps up the punishing pace. “Turn me over,” I say again, louder. I’ll give him this, let him feel comfortable to be who he is.
He jerks out of me, and I have a moment of emptiness before he lifts me and places me on my knees. I get a whole second to adjust before he thrusts inside me again. My back arches, his claws clenching hard at my hips, pricking, and for the first time, I feel a tiny drop of blood well from one. He’s being careful, but losing control. His thrusting halts, and I look at him over my shoulder to see him staring at the blood.
“It’s okay, Pussy Cat.” His eyes jerk to mine. “It’s okay.” I lift up and wrap my arm around his neck, twisting to nip his jaw. “Don’t stop.” He twitches inside me, and I grind back against him. I reach between my legs and touch the base of his cock, pressing back against him, moaning. “Say my name.” It’s not a command as much as a reminder of the game we’re playing.
It works.
One hand leaves my hip to thread into my hair, yanking my head to the side to give him better access as his teeth close around the muscle between my shoulder and my neck. At the same moment, he thrusts inside me hard enough to sting, and I cry out in pleasure.
“I’m a monster,” he growls in my ear. “A beast. You’ve invited a beast in, little goddess,” he groans, biting me again. I’ll, no doubt, be marked up by the end of this, from his scratches and bites, but I don’t care. I relish when he bites me again, my core pulsing with the pleasure as he continues to wind me tighter and tighter.
“Every goddess needs a monster,” I groan between breaths, my chest rising and falling in rapid rhythm.
I’m not sure what I expected from those words. Maybe nothing at all. His hand releases my hair to wrap around my neck and clench tightly enough to seriously restrict my air flow. My heart kicks in my chest, a little panicked, as Cheshire pounds inside me harder, punishing, showing me exactly what he’s capable of. From out of the corner of my eyes, I see fur spread along his shoulders and down along his arm to his hand where it brutally caresses my bre
ast.
I’m completely at his mercy, drawing in air as best as I can with his hand around my throat, one arm looped around his neck. When he bites me this time on my neck, I scream, both pleasure and pain mixing together until I explode around him. My fingers claw at the hand around my throat, spots swimming in my vision, trying to gain purchase. They loosen just the tiniest amount as I ride my orgasm, those spots dancing as Cheshire keeps up his pace, the sound of his skin slapping against mine sending me over the edge again before I come down from the first one. He slams inside me once, twice, my body shaking with the force, before I feel warmth spurt inside me, his teeth clamping down a little harder on my skin, a growl rumbling in his chest where it’s plastered against my back. Sweat drips down my face, my body so liquid, that if Cheshire lets me go, I would, no doubt, slide to the ground like a wet noodle. My thighs are shaking, the aftershocks from my orgasms making my body tingle.
Cheshire releases my neck, his tongue running along the bite mark, soothing the pain that’s only now starting to filter in. He kisses the spot with such tenderness, it almost brings tears to my eyes, but I hold them at bay. His next kiss is on my throat, then my jaw, until he tilts my head towards him, and captures my lips. He’s no longer covered in fur. He looks just like normal Cheshire, with a fire in his eyes that hadn’t been there before.
This kiss is slow, tender, although still dominating. He’s still pressed inside me, locking us together so intimately, I don’t want to pull away.
Cheshire’s other hand runs down my body in soft touches, his claws put away.
“You didn’t say my name,” he whispers when he pulls away and looks into mine.
“You didn’t say mine,” I toss back, my voice hoarse.
A tiny smile curls his lips, and my own match.
“A draw, perhaps,” he purrs. “Next time, I’ll conquer the goddess.”
I don’t respond, my heart throbbing in my chest as my words come back to me. No, oh no. My breathing starts to pick up again, panic shooting through my body. Cheshire frowns and gently pulls out of me before slowly laying me down. I immediately feel the loss, but don’t comment on it. I’m too wrapped up my head.
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