Chapter10
Alice
Iwoke up feeling the memory of his tongue between my legs. It had my hand diving between my thighs. I rubbed fast and desperate, whimpering in frustration that my own fingers couldn’t feel like his mouth.
There was a brush of fur on my ankle and I gasped. Cheshire crawled above me, his eyes latched on to where my hand still was. He snatched my wrist and pulled me away, peeling open my legs and doing the terrible things he’d done to me all night while I slept.
And by terrible I meant divine. It was too much. His tongue was rough, methodical, and warm—brushing and diving. His sharp teeth teased my flesh as he buried his mouth deeper. I’d never been eaten so completely, a man feasting between my legs like he’d never stop. He was worshipping my sex like a thing to be in love with all its own.
“Cheshire,” I rasped, my finger brushing his cat-like ears as he lapped at me. He was sprawled between my legs, his back, ass, and legs muscular with a soft coating of fur. He purred against me when I called his name, the vibrations burying between my thighs, making me writhe, gasp, and climb toward release.
I grabbed hold of him, pressing him further into me wantonly, tightening my thighs around his head, and burying my fingers in his fur to keep him close. I was afraid he’d pull back and I was still traumatised from the hours of teasing he gave me yesterday. Even when his attention had grown rougher—bites marks indented into my skin, his hands bruising, the scratch of claws—I’d cried out in want, in more, in desire.
It scared me the way I wanted him to do everything he pleased to me.
I came as he growled between my legs like a beast, his mouth never leaving me. Greedily he licked, his cat eyes watching me with furious need as I cried out, shivering in his hands. Cheshire licked me through the release, prolonging it, and making it grow higher and deeper. Then he kept licking when I was done. My body felt tired and spent and I thought another orgasm might kill me. Surely he’d licked me for hours when I slept, made me come in my dreams. I could remember pleasure.
“Not again,” I gasped as he pulled me back down the bed and fit his mouth to me. I thrashed and bucked, his face rode the waves of my body as I gasped and groaned in pleasure. I wrapped my legs around him, locking them at the ankles, grasping thick handfuls of his fur, and riding him, begging him not to stop as I gave in to another shot of ecstasy.
“Please, please,” I whined. He grabbed my legs and ripped them from his head as he pulled back yet again. I felt like crying because he was leaving me in this state, right on the verge of an orgasm. He climbed over me, his mouth drenched from my cunt as his vertical gaze ravaged my body.
I looked down the length of his muscled stomach to the hard, long cock between his hips. My legs spread wider, invitingly. Cheshire hummed in delight and grabbed one thigh, spreading me even wider.
“Good morning,” he purred, eyes soaking in my bruised flesh. I was breathing heavily, waiting for him to finally fuck me but he wasn’t and I was frustrated. I wanted him out of my system but he was only poisoning my blood more.
“I have a gift,” he said, settling his body on top of mine. I felt the press of his cock against my belly and squirmed.
“A gift?” I asked in shock.
“You look so confused,” he purred as he bent down and dragged his tongue up the side of my face, making me fidget beneath his weight. I was a meal he wanted to swallow whole but was attempting to savour one lick at a time.
“I didn’t take you for a gift giver,” I squeaked as he gently turned my head to the side and licked up my neck. I could still feel the wetness his tongue made between my legs and my hips thrust upwards into him. He hummed, one clawed hand sliding behind my back to encourage me to grind against him. It offered us no real pleasure, just a frustrating tease but I couldn’t seem to stop myself.
“What if I pushed inside you right this moment?” He asked, nipping my ear.
“Is that the gift?” I asked with a breathy scoff. A laugh rolled over him, vibrating across my skin.
“No,” he responded, rolling off me. His erection looked needy. My eyes traced the texture. His head and the lower half of his shaft had tiny bumps that looked sharp. As if he had little claws in his cock that would drag across my skin.
After realising I’d been staring too long my eyes shot back up to his face. He was smiling, of course, but said nothing, just climbed off the bed. He brought me another sheer blue dress, this one sparkled like stars.
“Is this the gift?” I asked.
“One of many. I’ll dress you every day you’re here.”
“How long am I here, Cheshire?”
“That depends entirely on you,” he said, watching me closely as I slid the dress on. His eyes were unsettling. Though Shaheen’s weren’t much better, all-black like an insect.
“It depends on me? I thought it depended on you and your contract,” I said as the dress slid over my hips. The fabric dropped all the way to the floor in excess. I took a few steps and noticed there was a small train trailing behind me. Around the cuffs, collar, and trim there were purple feathers. I wondered if Cheshire had killed something to create a macabre fabric.
He padded over in the long, fluid strides of a predator. My body reacted despite my trying to remain calm. It was in my nature to respond to a lurking carnivore though. My heart sped up and my palms grew clammy. His clawed hand slid into my hair as he buried his nose in my neck, smelling me.
“My beautiful prey,” he purred slowly, the deep octave making gooseflesh appear on my skin, “However long you stay depends on if you can escape.” My head felt scrambled from compliments given with subtle threats.
Kisses trailed up my neck and over my jaw.
“I sink my claws in so deep I hardly think you’ll ever escape me,” he said with a smile, a true villain looking me in the eyes. Then his mouth was on mine, his tongue pressing into my mouth, a purr rolling from his body to mine. My mouth opened for him to plunder as his hands held me to him.
