Fuck, it all felt too good! I was going to bust a nut soon, but not before my girl got hers. I wanted to feel her explode all around my cock. Angling my shaft upward, I stimulated the gland that only ware females have. The one deep inside their passage, along the front wall of their pussy. Immediately, Cat began to sing with pleasure.
“What are you doing to me?” she called out in utter shock, her legs starting to uncontrollably shake with pleasure.
I answered her question with one of my own. “Why? You want me to stop? Doesn’t it feel good, babe?”
In a panicked voice, Cat said, “No! Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
I slowed my pace so that she could feel every inch of my dick slide over that delicious gland. “Are you sure? I can stop if you want.” I paused momentarily, biting back a devious grin.
Her hands locked around my neck, holding me in place. “Don’t you fucking stop!” she snarled, like the little omega she was, defiantly bucking her hips to get the friction she so desperately needed. When I chuckled and started moving again, she rasped,“Oh, that’s it, Ace. Right there. Don’t stop! Keep going. Just. Like. That!”
Doing as I was told, I doubled down on my speed and the petting of that sensitive little gland that was driving her mad. As soon as her channel began to ripple around my shaft, I knew she was going to go off like a bomb around my pulsing dick.
Her scream when she came nearly shattered my ear drum, but I didn’t care. Instead of biting down on her neck, which took every ounce of self-control I had, I sucked on the skin, pulling blood directly through the pores. There’d be a hell of a bruise in the morning, but I didn’t want to terrify her with a bite until she knew what the fuck I was doing. Until I could explain who, and what, she was.
To my ultimate surprise, Cat grabbed my head and forced my mouth more roughly against her neck. “Yes!” she shouted, pumping her hips into mine with reckless abandon. “Harder! More!”
I was more than willing to give my precious mate exactly what she was asking for. I drew harder on her flesh, tasting her life essence as I hurtled toward my end. There was so much slick and cum, our skin made a lewd slapping sound with each stroke. Growling into the juncture of her neck, my hips took up a furious tattoo, my balls drew up tight, and I began to snarl like an out of control, enraged beast.
Through it all, Cat coaxed me on, demanded more, begged me to fuck her harder, absorbing the battering ram between my legs stroke for stroke. Her clenching core seized my cock like a god damned live trap, squeezing it so hard I feared it might cut off the blood supply to the engorged appendage permanently.
My orgasm hit with the power of a category five tornado. I was so lost to the pleasure, I felt like I might spiral out of control and shift into my wolf form, which would definitely freak Cat right the fuck out.
However, as we rode the waves of fierce pleasure with clenched teeth, both hers and mine, I reigned in my near change. After about a solid minute of intense, agonizing bliss, my orgasm began to wind down. My hips slowed their pace, coming to a stop with the head of my cock jammed tight against her cervix as I released a river of cum into my mate.
Licking the blood dripping down her neck, I tasted her essence and basked in it. Like an accordion, my breath bellowed in and out of my chest, fast and hard as I continued to lazily bathe her with my tongue.
We both lay there, stunned and panting, trying to absorb what we’d experienced while our heartbeats slowly came down to pre-heart attack levels. I’d never felt more relaxed in my whole life. Nor more satisfied.
But, even in my euphoria, a niggling voice in the back of my head asked the question I’d been turning over in my brain since we met. Was Cat truly a ware?
We’d just mated. I’d injected enough cum into her womb to flood a small village. I should be able to literally smell the difference on her now. However, she didn’t smell any different to me than she had before. And that was going to be one hell of an issue to deal with.
If Cat’s scent didn’t change from a single ware to a mated one soon, I’d have to continually fight off any males who got within a five-mile radius of her. My mate’s life would be one longnightmare of dangerous men trying to break her will and force her into submission. That was less of a life and more like a prison sentence.
In order to rectify this, I was going to have to force Cat’s change. And that was never an easy, or comfortable, thing to do.
CHAPTER 17
Cat
“I need every filthy detail,” Anna said, as she took a pull from her cherry Big Gulp. “Spill, sister!”
“Keep your voice down,” I hissed, glancing over my shoulder at the two bikers sitting on the opposite side of the mall food court. My bodyguards had driven me back to my apartment this afternoon because Anna and I had plans to go shopping together.
Anna rolled her eyes. “Why? You think Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dumber can hear me? They’re not even paying attention to us, Cat. They’re probably too busy watching some weird shit on YouTube right now to even notice our existence.”
“Don’t call them that. They’re really nice guys,” I scolded, feeling bad I couldn’t tell her the real reason why Ringo and Sliver were shadowing me everywhere I went these days. If I did, she’d definitely want me to go to the cops, and Ace was dead set on handling the Kane issue himself.
“They’re weird,” Anna moodily returned, glancing over her shoulder at them. “I still don’t get why they’re here at all. Your car is fixed, and I have mine. There’s no need for them to drive us to the mall. You can find your way back to their precious clubhouse without an escort. That’s what Google Maps is for.”
Another twinge of guilt shot through me then. I’d lied to Anna about why the bikers were escorting me everywhere by telling her that their compound was out in the boondocks, hard to find, and had spotty cell reception along the way. Afraid I’d get lost without someone showing me the way, I needed the prospects to drive me back and forth a few times so I could get my bearings.
It was a stupid thing to say, but I’m not a good liar and I’d been put on the spot. Now I was stuck with my ridiculous fib and Anna probably thought I was a pathetic damsel in distress.
“How big was it?” Anna posed then, switching topics faster than my brain could follow.
It took me a few seconds to understand what she was asking. When I did, I laughed and nearly spit out my drink.
