Callie
Kissinghimfeltsoright.
He’d looked so sad and then so happy that I couldn’t help it. A part of me had wondered if it wouldn’t be as good as the first time. Like maybe all the times before were a fluke.
But no.
It wasn’t a fluke.
It rocked me just as much as the first time he kissed me, his spice and vanilla scent wrapping around me like a weighted blanket, cozy and warm. I wanted to sink further into him. I wanted to go further. God. I wanted tofeelhim.
I ran my palms up under his loose shirt and over his ridged abs, stroking up toward his well defined chest to ghost over his pierced nipples with my fingertips. We groaned and shivered at the same time. The kiss deepened, his hand coming up to grab the side of my neck to hold me still. Our mouths opened in a dance of tongue and teeth. God he was burning up. His heat sunk into me, traveling straight to my core. I was achy andempty and when I pressed my thighs together he growled a low masculine sound of satisfaction and need.
I pressed myself hard against him and his left hand gripped my hip to help me. The thin, loose pants a barely there barrier covering his cock. I reached down with my other hand and stroked him through the thin cloth.
Rathal’s muscles seized and he froze. I pulled back and found his blazing hot gaze boring into me, his tall ears pinned backwards. “Callie?” His voice was rough, deepened, his accent thickened in such a way that it really did sound like a god was speaking.
“God, yes,” I moaned, arching into him.
My shirt tore first, Rathal’s clawed hands making short work of it.
“Oh Holy Mother. What a fucking bounty,” he murmured, his hands cupping both of my breasts. The soft pads of his thumbs teased over my sensitive nipples for a few tortuous moments before his head dipped and his hot tongue replaced his thumbs, swirling around each bud until they were tight and hard. His lips closed around one nipple and sucked lightly while his hand continued to fondle my other breast.
Rathal,” I panted, “Please.”
I needed to be naked.
I needed him naked and I needed him inside me.
A growled curse was all the warning I got before his mouth was on mine again, sharp teeth digging into my lips, and my back hit the cool floor with a less than soft landing. His big body covered me before I could think, his shirt suddenly gone and warm soft fur was pressing up against my naked upper body.
Impatience bit at me. I lifted my hips, grinding my aching center against him. “Rathal,” I demanded against his mouth, my fang catching his lip and drawing blood.
He laughed hoarsely, bracing on one elbow to look down at me. “Slowly, darling. Slowly or I’ll injure you. We haven’t been playing as long as we were yesterday.”
I glared at him and he laughed again, his teeth gleaming in the soft lighting of his museum. He soundlessly took my hand, drawing it down until my palm pressed against his naked flesh. I jolted, my eyes flashing to look down between us to find he’d somehow removed his pants. His cockhead piercing was warm against my stomach.
I flexed my fingers around him and sucked in a breath. “Okay. Slow it is then.”
He chuckled, thrusting lightly into my palm and ran his hand up my body. “Yes. Now lay back, my prize, and let me work.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. I laid down and watched as he rose to his knees and stroked his hands down my sides to hook on my waistband. He met my eyes and at my nod, slowly drew my pants down my legs, taking my panties with them and tossed them aside before setting back on his haunches to admire me with so much lust in his eyes that I wanted to squirm.
He placed his palms above my knees and every so slowly drew them apart, his eyes never leaving mine until he had me splayed before him like an offering. Only then did his gaze look where I wanted him most. I could feel my pussy practically weeping for him. In the past, I’d been embarrassed by how wet I could get, but there was no room for embarrassment when Rathal’s entire being focused on my pussy like it was the only cup of water in the desert and he was a dying man.
His hand moved up my thigh in a slow caress until his thumb brushed through the neat dark curls and found my clit. My hips jerked at the sudden pressure, my head tipping back with a gasp.
“Look at me,” he commanded in a rough voice. I jerked my eyes back to him.
“If it's too much, you say stop, remember?”
I nodded my head sharply and then sucked in a gasping breath, my head flinging back when he surged forward and ran his wide tongue over me. The hot, wet pressure was so familiar yet so different and all together fucking amazing. When he thrust his tongue inside me my legs snapped closed and my body jerked forward to curl around him, my arms coming around the back of his head to clutch him to me. His claws dug into my thighs, jerking me into his face harder as his tongue swirled and licked inside me in a way no human man could ever hope to. It was longer and thicker and felt more like a cock than a tongue thrusting into me.
He moved an arm to wrap around one of my legs so that his fingers could circle my clit while he fucked me with his mouth. He pressed firmly, circling faster while he thrust harder and harder with his tongue, building me up higher with every pass until I dropped screaming into an orgasm strong enough to bow my back until just my head touched the ground.
Rathal snarled, thrusting and swirling his fingers, drawing it out until I flopped back to the ground, spent. He withdrew his tongue from me with a wet sound and crawled up my body until we were face to face. His eyes were wild, the soft fur around his ruff mussed from my grip on him.
“Again,” he demanded.
