“And then?” I plop a big, fat strawberry in my mouth, relishing the fresh flavor.
“And then we can do anything you wish.”
He keeps his promise, too. After cleaning up, I find myself pushed up onto the counter, my legs wrapped around Rupert’s waist while he grinds his groin against my clothed pussy. I’m about to ask him to take me upstairs when Rupert glances around the kitchen, and a wicked look crosses his face.
“Kellen said he’d be out for most of the day,” he says, his voice dropping to a whisper. He nuzzles my cheek, one of his clawed hands exploring my side.
“Oh.” I close my thighs around his waist, gently pressing my heels into his back, just above his tail. Rupert’s hips jerk in response, and he braces himself even harder against the counter. “What shall we do if there’s no Mr. Castle to interrupt us?”
Rupert’s claws manage to snake around the button of my jeans and release it, then he pulls down my zipper. He drags my pants to the floor, then takes off his own until that cock, only halfway out of its sheath, is exposed to me. Just seeing it makes me wet, and I know it’s exactly what I want.
“How wanton,” Rupert says as he takes in the sight of mespread on the counter for him, my pants gone but my shirt still on. He hikes me closer and guides his cock between my thighs, a predatory grin spreading across his face. “Do you want it again, my little flower?”
That name makes all my muscles flex, and I can already tell my labia are swelling in anticipation.
“Yes.” All I need to do is say the word and Rupert pushes inside me. He fits nearly up to the ring before his girth is too much, and I grab onto his forearms to slow him down. Nodding in understanding, he pulls out slightly, working his way back in a little at a time. The stretch is unbelievable, a living thing, and the way his sharp fangs are gritted makes everything better. I reach up to stroke his ears, and his eyes roll back in his head as he buries his cock in me.
I cry out, filled up all at once, stuffed to the brim and spilling over. He feels perfect, and I’m absolutely drowning as he heaves back and then plows in again, sinking almost to the hilt. I rake my hands down his arms, utterly lost, hanging on by a thread as Rupert fucks me.
What we did last night was sweeter, softer. This is animalistic. He grabs my ass in his claws when I start to slide across the granite countertop, and after a few more thrusts, he lifts me off it completely. I cling onto him, arms around his mane, legs over his hips as he moves me against him, using my body the way one would a doll’s. He clutches me close as he drives into me, again and again, and my cries fill up the whole kitchen, echoing on the stainless steel.
His wildness is driving me into a frenzy, too, and something about this angle is giving me exactly what I need. Maybe it’s that textured cockhead, teasing me with every stroke, or the fur at the base rubbing my clit as he fucks me, but I’m spiraling higher and higher, gripping tighter and tighter onto Rupert as he mercilessly makes me his.
He pushes me up against the cupboards so he can get even more leverage, and then I’m done for. I clutch him tight in my arms, crying out into his fur, clenching so tight that each pump of his hips is met with a wet squelching. Rupert groans like the beast he is, shoving himself through my orgasm with ferocity, until I sense his cock growing thicker and fuller inside me.
“Rupert!” I can’t help a scream as I rocket even higher, my whole body tightening as my climax unspools me. I cling to him like I’m lost in a hurricane. Rupert slams in one more time, letting out a guttural moan, holding me with his claws like he’s just as adrift. I can feel a hot splash as he releases everything, and with one more thrust, it spills out of me, dripping onto the floor.
Gently, Rupert lowers me to the ground, and when his cock slips out, a gush of his cum follows it. I let out a snort as it splashes onto the tile.
“Good thing I’m still on the pill,” I remark.
Rupert’s eyes go huge and wide. He stumbles back until he’s against the cupboards.
“I didn’t even think of that,” he says in a horrified voice. “Can I… is it possible to even…” He shakes his head, running a claw through his mane. “I didn’t think I could…”
I hadn’t thought about it either, honestly. I wonder what sort of genetic code he has. Did his change alter his very DNA, too?
“Hey, hey, Rupert,” I say, reaching out to take his hand in mine. “Don’t worry. I’ve been on the pill for more than a year now. I kept it secret from Andy.” A shudder travels through me, and I squeeze my eyes shut. “The last thing I wanted was to have that man’s baby.”
A light tickle on my face startles me. It’s Rupert, his clawed hand cupping my cheek.
“I’m sorry,” he says, those brilliant yellow eyes looking deep into mine. “That you felt you had to do that.” He curls his other arm around me. “If I ever see that man, I’ll rip his throat out.”
“Rupert! Please don’t go to jail for me.”
“I’ll be the meanest guy there,” he says, flexing one arm.
“You wouldn’t last a minute without a good fig sandwich.”
He laughs a big, bellowing laugh at that, and I love that I can do that. We clean up the mess we’ve made in the kitchen, and then my monster tucks me under his chin, wrapping his arms around me.
“I’m so grateful for you, Peony,” he says quietly, holding me tighter. “You may never know just how much.”
twenty-two
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peony
