“Damn, Carrie,” I said.
She answered by popping the button, then yanking at the zipper with a violence that sent shivers up my spine. She wrapped her hand around me, not gentle, not slow, and it was all I could do not to snap the arms off the chair.
I caught her by the hair, twisting just enough to tilt her face up. “If you start this, you'd better finish it.”
She laughed, breathless. “Is that a challenge?”
“Damn straight it is.”
She shifted, using her grip on my cock to steer me as she climbed up, hiking her robe to her hips. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. She was slick, already open for me, and when she dragged the head of my cock against herself, I thought I might black out.
She hovered there, teasing us both. “Say you want it,” she dared.
I didn’t hesitate. “I want you.”
“Will I be safe?”
“Fuck no,” I said.
“The other night, when I was strokin’ your fur—”
“And your hand went down too far?”
She nodded. “It was like you had two sets of balls.” She sat back on my legs, my cock hard and throbbing against her stomach. “Tell me about it.”
“Two things are going to happen, babe. First, I’m going to bite you, marking you, making my claim, showing my undying love for you. We’ll be forever, Carrie. Always.” I paused, letting the words sink in, letting her fight with the words in her mind. It was time for her to decide if I was worth it, or if it was time to part ways, though I would still protect her.
She put her hands on my chest, eyes so blue they looked like Caribbean pools. “Go on.”
“Once I’ve marked you, during sex, the second thing is going to happen,” I said. “I could sense the growing arousal between her legs, a bead of wetness appearing on her pussy lips. “I’ll enter you, fuck you senseless, making sure you come, making sure you’ll never forget.” I put my hands on her hips. “If the moment is right,” I pulled my cock toward me and she looked down, “those two glands will push inside you, a bit painfully, and swell.”
“Fuck, Shivs. Finish.”
“Once I’m inside you, while they are swollen, I’ll not be able to pull out.”
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” she muttered. “Keep going.”
I shrugged, my hands tightening on her hips, nails being replaced by claws. “I’ll wait until you’re wet, slick, lubricated with your own orgasm, and then I’ll ejaculate inside you.” I shrugged again. “Could be inside you ten minutes, or maybe thirty. There’s no way to tell beforehand. But I’ll be locked insideyou. There won’t be any pulling away until I’ve come, and the swelling goes down.”
“Fuck me,” she whimpered.
I shook my head. "I want to take my time with you, savoring every ounce until I’m drunk on the way you taste."
I slid my hands up and squeezed both nipples, immediately leaning forward and sucking on her nipples as they turned red and hard.
Carrie moved her arms around the back of my neck and held my face against her tits, urging me to suck harder. As if I were a newborn pup, I sucked and drank until she cried out.
She dropped onto me in one motion, burying me inside her. The heat of her was insane—nothing human, nothing polite, just raw, burning, desperate need. She gasped, then set her teeth into my shoulder, biting down hard enough to draw blood.
I grabbed her hips, holding her steady as she fucked herself on me. She was strong, so strong, muscles clamping around me with every thrust. I let her set the pace, let her ride me until my legs started to shake. The leather chair creaked under us, the rhythm brutal and perfect.
She reached back, found my hands, and brought them up to her chest. I cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples until she arched her back and cried out again, the sound echoing off the bourbon bottles and book spines.
“Harder,” she begged.
I obliged, flexing my hips up to meet her, slamming into her until she was clawing at my back, nails raking down skin and leaving angry red lines. I could feel the shift in me, the beast wanting out, wanting to take her harder, faster, deeper. My vision went double, then green at the edges.
She must have felt it, because she looked down, met my eyes, and smiled. “Show me.”
