Tocallitjusta kiss would have been a tragic understatement. Rathal clutched me to him like I was the last lifeline on a sinking ship. He kissed me like a man dying of thirst in a desert and I was the pool in an oasis.
There was no subtle build up of brushing lips and teasing passes of tongue. No. This was passion,realpassion, with teeth and heat and raw unadulteratedneed.
Rathal’s tongue plundered, took no prisoners, and left devastation in his wake. Heat like I’d never known spread through me to pool in my stomach and lower still, an ache of clutching emptiness the likes of which I’d never experienced. I was too far gone to experience the cold sensation of fear this would have usually caused in me.
I gripped his shirt hard in both fists, pulling him to me with all that I was worth and it still wasn’t close enough, so I reached up with both arms and circled them around his neck, pulling myself up so my legs could wrap around his waist. Rathal didn’tpause the kiss even to growl, only dropping one hand to hoist me harder against him by palming my ass, while his other hand moved from my jaw to cup the back of my head. I felt the pricks of his claws along my scalp and shivered against him. I wanted more. Closer. Harder. But the thought of separating my mouth from him in order to communicate that was unacceptable, so instead, I did what I’m sure Rathal had hoped I’d do when he donned this particular shirt. I untangled my arms from around his neck and frantically searched for the seam and ripped it open the second I found it.
I moaned deep in my throat when my palms made contact with his fur covered chest. The hard muscles under my hands tensed further at the sound and then my back was against a wall and Rathal’s hands were everywhere at once, pulling and tugging at both of our clothes until my naked body was able to fully experience what it was to be touching that well taken care of fur he was so proud of.
He was like rubbing up against the softest, warmest sherpa blanket that just so happened to be covering a greek marble statue with more muscles than sense.
Rathal ripped his mouth from mine and looked at me with wild eyes, his teeth bared at me in an expression of pained arousal.
“Speak now or forever hold your peace, Callie or I swear to the gods I am taking you against this fucking wall, consequences be damned.”
My chest heaved which had his lust crazed eyes dropping to gaze at my naked breasts and that unholy look flared even brighter before he tore his stare back up to my face.
“Callie, answer. Now,” he rumbled darkly and I couldn’t help but grin at him.
His lips skinned back off his teeth in a vicious silent snarl and my grin widened. Oh, alright. I’ll put us both out of our misery.I think I’ve put up enough of a fight by now not to feel too guilty about it later.
“Stop stalling, Rathal, and fuck me.”
Like a stallion coming out of the starting gate at the sound of the gunshot, Rathal dropped to his knees, causing enough of a drop in height that I squealed and clutched at whatever I could, which ended up being his head. I tried to spider monkey to save myself, but Rathal had my thighs in his hands faster than I could panic-cling to him and before my squeal finished echoing across the library, a hot persistent tongue was spearing into me, wriggling into places no tongue should be able to reach and I reflexively clenched down on it. My surprised moan sounded loud in my ears but there was no room for embarrassment as Rathal slid one of his hands down from my thigh so his thumb could swipe across my clit in a way that had me throwing my head back against the wall and my eyes squeezing shut at the sensation.
At my moan, Rathal started thrusting his tongue, fucking me with it, somehow flattening it in a way that it seemed to swell in size with each thrust into me. The heat burst from where he touched me into one of the quickest, strongest orgasms of my life. It seized all my muscles and had me arching my lower back to press harder into Rathal’s mouth just as a stuttering moan ripped out of my throat as the pleasure crested.
Rathal didn’t even pause, just pulled his tongue from me with a wet squelch and replaced it with two of his fingers. I screeched, my back bowing further as his tongue replaced his thumb on my clit and he resumed his thrusting. My hypersensitive clit all but screamed for mercy when a third finger was stuffed into me, stretching me to my limit, and then Rathal’s lips sealed around my clit and sucked while his tongue continued flicking over it.
This orgasm didn't even bother warning me before it crashed over me like a ton of bricks. I have never screamed during sex.Not once. I’ve never even come close to the urge. Orgasms, when they came —IF they came—were tidy and nice. This? This wasn’t tidy or nice. This was raw, powerful, and overwhelming.
I screamed.
The ragged sound torn from me by Rathal like worship demanded from a god upon his throne. Mercilessly.
Rathal’s fingers didn’t stop their deep driving into me, but his mouth lifted away from me.
“Do you understand now, Callie?” A dark chuckle and then he was surging upwards.
“You’remine.” He pulled his fingers from my soaking entrance and replaced them with the blunt, pierced head of his cock. “Look at me while I claim you,”he demanded roughly and I could do nothing but obey, my head flopping forward to meet his eyes. If he’d looked crazed before, he was feral now. Gone was every ounce of civility, replaced with primitive dominance. Dark and consuming, he swallowed me whole, body and soul. Taking from me the last of my resistance with every inch he pressed slowly into me. I risked a glance down and gasped aloud at the sight. It was almost comical how insane it looked for that large of a cock to be entering me. The smooth black skin was veiny and glistening with my wetness. I felt a hysterical giggle climb up my throat only to die before it could make it out of my open mouth as Rathal stole my breath away with his goddamned monster cock. The stretch burned, the pressure was immense… and the pleasure? The pleasure shivered and roiled within me as he invaded. I was conquered. Consumed. His.
When his hips met mine and I felt as if I would split at the seams with how full I was, he pulled back again and growled deep in his throat as he watched his cock withdraw until only the head was still inside. He snapped his gaze to mine at the same time he snapped his hips forward, plunging his entire length back into me like an invading army. I couldn’t have looked awayfrom him even if I wanted to. His eyes were fire and I was a moth, hopelessly caught in his glow.
“Mine.”
I panted out a stuttering, raspy moan at the word growled out so low it was nearly inaudible, my throat too tight for much to escape. God, he felt sogood. Like nothing I’d ever felt before. There was nothing to compare the feeling to, as nothing had ever come close. His hands ran up my thighs and over my ass to grip at my hips with bruising force. I helped him along by wrapping my legs around him and held on for dear life when he picked up his pace, setting it somewhere between pounding and punishing.
“Say it, Callie. Say you’re mine. Give me what I want.”
I leaned forward so I could wrap my arms around his ribs and cried out into his chest, “Yes! Fuck yes, Rathal. I’m yours! I’m yours! Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop!”
I didn’t even recognize my own voice, husky and needy and wholly alien. It matched the rising, twisting monstrous pleasure unfurling inside me as Rathal’s thrusts turned brutal to match the growling, grunting beast he’d become.
I clawed at his back. I hissed and moaned and screamed incoherently as he forced me higher and higher until I feared the drop that loomed ever closer but was still just out of reach. Desperation rode me, whipping me into a frenzy until I was only an animal, only a mindless clawing thing howling for release.
And then Rathal’s head bent towards me. I could feel his hot breath on the juncture where my neck and shoulder met and then a sharp pain as his teeth gripped me and a pleased, endless rolling growl stroked along my skin and the force that drove me upwards abruptly let me go and I plunged into euphoria so acute I couldn't even scream, couldn’t breathe. Could only let my eyes roll back and let it overtake me.
I thought the pleasure could go no higher until Rathal’s teeth released me and he threw his head back and roared. His cockswelled and pulsed as heat flooded me and then I understood how high I could go. My orgasm blew up like a fucking bomb going off, every inch of my pussy locked down tight on Rathal’s cock, putting a stop to his shallow thrusting, and my own scream finally broke free again and joined Rathal’s deep roar.
