She smiled tauntingly. “I don’t think you’ll be able to resist much longer.”
I ran my clawed thumb over her puffy lower lip. “You don’t think I can tease you all night until you talk?” My voice had changed to match my hands.
“If you put it back in my mouth, I’m not letting go until you finish.” Her tongue reached out far enough to flick over the tip of my cock where a pearly bead of precum waited.
Fuck. Now that she said that, I would come in her throat in seconds thinking about how filthy she was being. In fact, I couldn’t let her touch me at all until I had what I needed from her. Even thrusting into the tight balls of her fists right nowmay be enough to push me over the edge. The mere thought of pumping cum through her fingers caused my cock to twitch in front of her. She noticed the reaction, eyes gazing up as if to say, “I told you so”.
“You’re only making this harder on yourself.” I maintained my resolve, positioning myself on my knees behind her. Had she lifted her hips even higher? Everything was spread and pointed to the ceiling expectantly. Her cunt must be chilly from so much exposure to the winter air.I could fix that.
My hands were no longer safe for her delicate flesh, so I placed them on either side of her knees and lowered my face to sample the feast presented to me. My long tongue rolled out of my mouth, curling up at the forked tip to tuck in front of her clit. I pulled back slowly. Through her wet parted lips. Dipping into the sweet entrance of her pussy. Pushing ever so slightly against the tight ring of her ass. Only stopping my indulgence once I reached her lower back. She shuddered.
I couldn’t take it. She looked so lewd sprawled out like this, tied up, and licked from front to back. My cock stood at attention inches from where Idesperatelywanted to bury it. She would be so wet and welcoming. When I saw the golden glow cast over her back, I knew I was losing the battle, my body shifting feral against my will.
“Are you going to fill me with your cum, or just sit there and stare?” she breathed.
That’s it. I grabbed onto the fullness of both hips, slamming her back into my lap and sinking into her snug embrace. The heat of my groin pressed against her, melting away the chill night air. My claws pricked into her stomach dangerously, the slight coppery smell of broken skin mixing into the pheromones filling the room. She was insolent, unreasonable, perverted. And I would appreciate every one ofthose qualities as I rutted the attitude out of her defenseless body. I supported myself on one knee, my other leg bent against her hip. She cried out as her orgasm clenched around my cock in response to the intrusion.
“Do you want to know his name?” she whimpered through gasps, her second climax already building.
“Don’t you fucking dare say another male’s name while I claim you.” I snarled, pounding even harder into my brat as punishment for threatening such a thing, especially right beforeImade her come all overmylap.
“Graysen!” she shrieked with another orgasm, confirming that shedidknow who owned her despite her little games.
“I’m going to come,” I gritted through my teeth. “Where do you want it?”
“Overfilling me. Dripping down my thighs,” she murmured softly, in a daze while her core pulsed rhythmically around me.
I sank in to my hilt, my wet hips pressing into the soft curves of her ass. I felt the ridges of my cock swell as cum pumped down my length and filled her tight cunt. A warmth ran up my spine with each contraction of our synchronous orgasms, her core hugging me as sensitivity overtook every nerve. It was overwhelming, and I clenched my jaw to muffle the satisfied grunts and moans escaping my sharpened teeth.
Once empty of every drop, I slipped out of her, a mess of fluids followed. Finally, it would smell like roasted honeysuckle in our little nest. I crawled to her side and undid the ties around her wrists, grateful they were unmarred from the tight ribbon. The only damage I wanted done to her tonight was a sore cunt and the branding of my hand on her ass. The small cuts from my claws lining either side of her waist were less desirable, but Iknew from experience would disappear quickly given her knack for healing.
I scooped her limp form into my arms and rolled back onto the pillows so that she lay stretched across my body. Her cheek pressed her lips into a pout against my chest, and I thought about how similar it looked to when I had been toying with her earlier. Only now, she didn’t have a drop of energy left to antagonize me. I hoped that fire would return soon.
“The gloves worked,” she murmured into my skin.
“They did.” Thank the gods. I had been able to hold onto my mate while I took her, a blessing I would have to personally thank the inventor for in the future. I wiggled my fingers as they softened into flesh, grateful to be able to trace them down her spine as we lay together.
“I don’t assume you’ll tell me his name now that you’ve been satisfied?” I tried not to groan at my own question, already anticipating the answer.
“Absolutely not,” she chuckled softly, her voice sleepy as if already drifting under.
Content with my roles as mate and protector, I would just have to figure things out on my own. What mattered now was that she was safely in my arms, in our bed, in our home, with a belly full of my cum. I promised to take care of Faeryn,shenever promised to make it easy on me.
Graysen
“Still nothing?” I grumbled, leaning against the brick wall of my home while Mykie took another drag from her smoke.
The first day of summer was comfortably warm, although the humidity was thick and the ground drenched from the rapidly melting snow. The sudden moisture soaking into the planet had a way of bringing out its more naturally musky scents. Strong notes of dirt and grass drifted through the gentle breeze.
The view from our back deck was chaotic. With the garden no longer hidden under a blanket of ice, I could clearly see the damage Faeryn and I would be managing over the next week. It was a priority of mine to get the honeysuckle bush in better shape this year so I could make her more of the tea she enjoyed.
“I’m telling you, nobody knows a Cassius,” Mykie sighed. “I can only interrogate so many people before it starts to raise suspicions.”
Faeryn never told me the mystery male’s name. She still chalked my insistence up to immature jealousy, but that didn’t matter. Shedidtell Ragen at the pond that day, not appreciating his loyalties to Mykie and Mykie’s loyalties to me. Her secret wasin vain. I tried to appreciate that she confided insomeone, even if it wasn’t me. By now, it had become a matter of principle for her, and every time I brought it up, I lost.
Ragen described a traditionally handsome Mercurian, although he was unsure of their plasma hue due to heavy winter clothing. His skin was described as light. He had well-maintained facial hair. He wore a tan jacket with a red scarf and black gloves; a polished look. Nobody I knew, or had met since, matched those attributes.
I wanted to move on from this, but I needed more information. It didn’t help that the more I investigated, the more concerning the situation became. Nobody knew this man. He had somehow avoided detection from every coworker I had at the pub, and workers on the school site hadn’t heard of him.
