“You aren’t a monster.” She follows me inside, finding a quiet corner to set Mercutio's carrier down.
She grins, before opening the door of the carrier. She makes a few encouraging noises and eventually the cat’s large ginger head emerges.
We watch together as Mercutio sniffs the air and then slinks carefully to a dark corner.
“Is he comfortable?” I ask as the cat curls into a fluffy ball.
“He’ll be fine,” Piper says. “He’s a cat. He just needs a little while to get situated before he’ll feel safe.”
“He can have as much time to get acclimated as he needs,” I say. “You both can.”
“You really don’t mind us staying here?” She laughs, but I hear the nerves in her voice.
“Of course not.” I step behind her to wrap a comforting arm around her waist and pull her against me. “You are mine now, my flame. My mate. Mine.”
“Yours?” she scoffs quietly.
“You’re denying it?” I snicker.
“What if I am?” she taunts.
“You are testing me,” I growl. “You know, I think I enjoyed being a bit of a monster today.”
“I think I liked it too.” She giggles and leans back into my chest.
“Maybe we can find another way to indulge those baser instincts,myflame?” I chuckle, swiping her hair slowly away from her neck to tease my fingers along her nape.
“I don’t belong to you.” She makes a soft noise and presses her ass back against me.
“You aremine. Admit it.” I kiss along her neck until she gasps and squirms, but taking no real attempt to get away from me.
“Make me,” she teases.
“You are mine. You have always been mine.” With a growl, I press her front against the wall as I slip my hands up her thighs until her dress is lifted above her waist. But I don’t touch her pussy, not yet. She makes a quiet noise that might be my name. I purr for her, grinding my hips into her ass, taking that easy control that she allows me. I love the way she opens up for me, letting me do anything to her, for her. My aedeagus strains at my seam, ready to show her who she belongs to. As soon as she admits it. I shove my pants down to my ankles and urge her legs open so the smell of her pussy, wet and ready, is free to permeate the air. I lift her into exactly the right position, she gasps against the wall as her feet leave the ground. I grab her with my claspers, holding that plump, freckled ass against my groin.
Now she’s exactly the right height for my aedeagus to protrude and finally stroke her underwear, pushing it aside so I can reach her wet cunt.
“Ant!” she yelps at the sudden feeling.
“Are you telling me who you belong to?” I chuckle in her ear.
She laughs, but I quiet it with another swipe of my cock.
“Who does this cunt belong to?”
“You,” she whispers, clearly still reticent to admit it.
I snicker as my dick moves along her, swiping up and down her lips, coating myself in her juices. Moving my hand to her face, I cup her chin, run my thumb along her lips, then plunge it between her teeth and into her mouth. She wraps her tongue around me and sucks with a soft moan.
“Whose mouth is this?” I pull my wet thumb away, teasing her neck with my breath when I ask.
“Yours,” she admits.
“And this?” I ask, dipping a hand into her dress to find her nipple with two saliva covered fingers.
“My boob?” she asks with a laugh. “Yours. They can both be yours.”
“The heart, under the boobs.” I purr, massaging her nipple. She giggles. So cute, so sweet, so kind.
