She rubs her ass more firmly against my cock. I lower my fingers a little more, part her folds, and find her wet – always so damn wet.
Stanley is a stupid, dumbass fool.
I dip a finger inside, then bring it back to my mouth, sucking on all that deliciousness.
This is the problem with my Kitten. Usually, I have no problem deciding, making decisions. Once I’m set on a direction, I don’t deviate. But with Kitten, it’s all so different. I’m constantly torn between the need to fuck her and the need to eat her out.
I suck on my finger, her arousal dissolving into my mouth, her ass moving in slow circles against my cock now.
“What do you want, sleepy Kitten?” I ask her. “Do you want my cock or my mouth?”
“I want… I want it all,” she murmurs.
“I bet you do,” I whisper, “because you’re so fucking needy. So fucking needy for my mouth and for my cock, Little Kitten.”
I slide my hand back to her hip, then down between her thighs again, and flick at her clit. She jolts, and I flick it again – flick it until she’s reaching behind me, sinking her little claws into my thigh, cursing me, her stomach tensing, her body squirming.
And then, as she comes, I thrust my cock up inside her.
Tight. Wet. Pussy. Fuck.
I groan as she clenches and squeezes around my girth.
“Dray,” she whimpers, as I slide my hand from her clit back to her hip, holding her firm, holding her in place. I nuzzle at her neck again, tasting her scent, licking at it, sucking at it.
And then, when she’s begging me to move, I grind into her.
Little Kitten had a shock today. She was struck by fucking lightning. And though I may be half human, half wolf, I’m not a fucking monster. I know I need to be gentle – treat her like the precious little doll she is.
So I make her come again with languid, simple circles of my hips – building her up to her pleasure slowly, teasing.
And when she’s squeezing around me a second time, moaning and mewling like something possessed, I come too – nipping at her shoulder as I do and telling her how fucking beautiful she is.
My Little Kitten.
And I will protect what’s mine. I’ll protect it with my fucking life.
Chapter Ten
Briony
“Good morning, Little Kitten.”
I open my eyes to find gray morning light creeping in through the skylight. I’m lying on my bed, in my room in the Prince’s’ Tower. My body’s sore and a little stiff. I stretch my arms above my head and yawn.
“Good morning,” I mumble, twisting my head next and searching for Dray.
“Down here,” he mumbles. His voice is muffled. Then I feel his hands on the inside of my thighs.
“Oh!” I squeak, lifting the cover and finding the shifter nestled down between my legs.
“I thought this might be a nice way to wake up,” he says. “Better than a freaking alarm.”
He winks at me, and before I can ask what he’s doing – although I have a fair idea – his tongue is sweeping through my folds, and I am definitely awake.
I shake. My head tips back, my hands curl into fists as I grip the sheets and let out one long, tortured moan.
“I think,” Dray says right into my folds, the vibration of his words sending shockwaves through my body, “that this is the best possible breakfast a man could ever want. Breakfast in bed.”
