Gathering the come splattering my chest, I used it to lube up my fingers and drive them deep inside my sex. My palm pressed to my clit as I rode him and my hand. When I came I fell forward, dropping against him. My head fell to his shoulder as I shuddered and shook against him.
When the rush of it had ebbed, I slumped against him. “We made a mess,” I mumbled into his fur.
Kehl let out a contented rumble that made me smile.
Sitting up, I cupped his face and would have brought his lips to meet mine but he glanced down and jerked his head away.
Taking it personally, I pulled back. Trying to speak, the words caught in my throat. I’m good for this but not enough to let our lips touch?
“I need to clean up,” I mumbled as my heart sank.
Kehl’s head jerked up sharply at my words.
When I would have slid off of his lap, breaking our intimate connection, Kehl’s hands grabbed for my hips and he clamped down on them. “My Purr-roo?” he crooned the words softly, questioningly. He wanted to know what had upset me.
Unable to meet his gaze, I fought him.
Kehl fought harder, managing to do so without harming me.
Once he had me wrapped up in his arms, his cock still buried in my nevermind, he forced me to meet his gaze. “My Purr-roo?” he purringly crooned once more.
“You can’t even kiss me now?” I blurted.
I felt so all over the place. I was moody, emotional. If I’d been worried about being pregnant I’d have assumed that was the problem but I’d quickly learned beasts had very keen noses, especially for gestating beast babies even in the very early stages— if I’d been pregnant Kehl would have smelled it on me and be flipping out over that.
Everything in the beast changed then. “Mine,” he growled, then carefully pressed his mouth fully upon mine. “Mine.” He kept muttering it emphatically between kisses. His kisses grew longer, harder, until his tongue slipped inside my mouth to tangle with mine.
The hand still on my hips urged me to rock myself against him. He came but moments later, heat bathing my back passage.
I didn’t this time, close but just not there.
Kehl lifted up, taking me with him, and leaned me back against the cold, hard floor.
“Mine,” he muttered as he pressed a hand between us, careful of his claws, and pressed his thumb over my clit to work it. Kehl began working his cock in and out of my back passage then, growling and twitching with pleasure all the while.
He didn’t stop until I came, crying out and clawing at him, begging for something without realizing I was actually saying the words out loud, voicing what I desperately needed, something he wasn’t willing to give me.
When it was all over and reality came crashing down around my ears, the heat of the moment ebbing, I honestly felt worse than before.
Kehl accepting himself was so heavily tied up in him accepting our mating, they circled back to one another no matter how you sliced it. Tangled up in all that, was where this need has begun, if I had to wager a guess. It made no sense to me and yet there it was, eating me up as he withheld himself, close enough but just not enough. He’d probably always be one foot in, one foot out.
I wasn’t sure I could continue on like that.
Kehl growled as he slipped free of me. Standing, I made my way over to the wash basin and soaped up two cloths for us.
Kehl was struggling to gain his feet when I walked his cloth over to him.
“It’s getting late,” I murmured, glancing around for my clothes. “You should probably go. I’m sure you have things to do.”
Kehl didn’t answer.
Washing up and redressing like a speed demon, I immediately got to work sanitizing the room.
I heard it, expected it. That tell-tale groan followed by that cracking sound of him snapping off his horns broke my heart. I understood it but it caused that weird pain in my chest to come roaring to life. It manifested, an actual, physical ache so strong I grimaced and a soft gasp left me.
This shit broughtthis is killing mefrom figurative speech to may just actually be happening. What was wrong with me?!
“Purr-roo?”
