FavoriteObsession, page 24
Her eyelids popped open.
“Well, kitten?”
She ran her tongue over her upper lip. “Yes, I think of you. I have ever since I first saw you.”
Her answer pleased him. He nodded and motioned for her to continue.
Her gaze locked to his, she continued to masturbate. “I used to imagine what it would feel like have your tongue part my lips and drink of me. I always get so wet thinking of you, Josh. My arousal soaks my hand.” She pulled her fingers free, held them out for him to see. “Look at what thinking of you has done to me.”
“Ah, fuck, Mira. That’s nice. Real nice.” He focused on her face. “Lick them clean.”
Shock widened her eyes, but she didn’t follow his order.
Instead of telling her again, he curled a finger. “Come here.”
She did, hips swaying sensuously with each step. He grasped her wrist. Satisfaction glinted in her eyes. She’d obviously thought she’d won.
Oh, yeah. He’d play her game. Mira begging for his cock was a damn fine fantasy he couldn’t wait to have come true.
He raised her fingers to his mouth. She offered no resistance as he urged her closer with a hand on her bottom. No, victory shone on her face. Perfect. He stopped with her drenched fingers a hairsbreadth away from his lips. The scent of her arousal tempted him to suck them into his mouth. He inhaled to savor the evidence of her desire. Sated for the moment, he lowered her hand. A frown formed and the first hint of uncertainty hazed her eyes.
He tugged her closer so her legs hit the edge of the couch. “I don’t enjoy repeating myself, Mira.”
She puckered her lips. The fake pout looked damn good on her but not enough to deter him.
“You didn’t give me the chance.” She blinked thick, long lashes at him. “And I thought you’d rather taste me. You are the reason I’m so aroused.”
“Is that so?”
She nodded, the smile back on her face.
“Well, damn.” He stroked her wrist and her grin widened. “I am a lucky man to have you think of my needs, huh?”
“Oh yes, Josh. I want to give you what you desire.”
He flashed her a satisfied smirk. “That’s good to hear because I want you to taste your arousal for me like I asked you to.”
With the hold he had on her wrist, he directed her hand back between her legs. She curled her fingers. He gently unbent her forefinger and middle finger. Using the two digits, he pierced her center. Her groan and the moisture brushing his knuckles betrayed the level of her excitement.
“Damn, you’re wet.” He moved her fingers in and out of her core. Each penetration caused more cream to flow. He quickened the pace until it drenched their hands before stilling with her fingers lodged deep. “Is all this just from thinking about me?”
She dipped her head, a drowsy, heated expression stamped on her features.
“Hearing that makes me hot.” He dropped his gaze to his straining dick. “And hard. Really fucking hard.”
She pressed her lips together but not before a small squeak escaped.
He sighed and pointedly glanced from the hand on her hip to the one between her legs. “I’m out of hands, baby.” He shook his head. “There’s only one thing left to do.”
She wiggled her bottom and tried to close the distance between them. He saw the intent in her eyes as she focused her attention on his rigid length standing at attention. While that was what he wanted too, he wasn’t ready. He tightened his grip on her hip, holding her in place, and worked her fingers in and out of her sheath. She stopped fighting to get closer to him and rocked against his hand so they both finger fucked her.
He took her up until her inner muscles quivered and raw abandon flushed her cheeks and slackened her jaw. At the first hint of her release, he tugged her hand free. She groaned. Irritation flashed across her face. She narrowed her eyes.
“Don’t stop.”
He didn’t plan on it, but she had to follow his direction first. Otherwise, he’d lose her respect. Mira wasn’t simply a woman. If he hoped to convince her of the truth, he had to appeal to all her sides. That left him walking a tightrope. He had to be dominant yet not so much that he became overbearing. With the surge of possessiveness he experienced around her, it became a damn fine line.
He directed her drenched fingers and used the cream on them to stroke a single line down his erection. He released her and settled back into the pillows.
“There, kitten. Lick it off me.”
Panting, she knelt next to the couch and bent toward his dick.
“Wait.” She did, looking at him with questioning eyes. He gathered her hair and wrapped the locks around his palm so he could see her face. “That’s better. Go ahead, love.”
Mouth parted, she lowered her head. He waited until her breath bathed the head of his cock before tugging on her hair. She whipped her head and growled at him. His cock jerked.
“Lick. Don’t suck.”
She bared tiny fangs at him, the modified ones she let slip free when she was highly aroused. They looked sexy on her but the sight of them wouldn’t sway him. He yanked hard on the hair he held, holding her head away from his rigid length. Once she stopped fighting, he eased back. She shifted her mouth to the base of his penis. The tip of her tongue touched his sensitive skin. Fire raced to his balls, tightening them. He bit his cheek, ignored the pressure and focused on what Mira was doing to him.
Another small flick and he lifted his hips, pushing his aching flesh harder against her wet lips, the response one he couldn’t fight. “Again, kitten.”
Her gaze on him, she licked from base to head with her flattened tongue.
“Fuck, yeah.” The drag of her roughened tongue should’ve been uncomfortable. It wasn’t. It felt like heaven—a cross between a blowjob and a handjob. Wet and warm but with an added bit of stimulation. “Damn. Give me more, Mira. Worship me.”
She groaned, a hungry sound that told him she wanted nothing more than to spend time doing exactly that.
The press of teeth, no fang, accompanied another moan. She licked him, bottom to top. Each wet caress came quicker than the last. She added swirls of her tongue along the ridge of his swollen head. Her warm breath bathed the tip but she didn’t suck. Instead, she repeated the swipes until he moved with her. He pushed his dick into her mouth, sinking deeper into its wet depths. She curled her tongue around him before pulling away.
He groaned. She was teasing him. He knew it. He’d told her not to suck so she wasn’t. No matter. He didn’t mind the playful edge of her attentions. Mira’s willing touch just ramped up his needs. She gave his erection one last wet lick and centered her focus on the base of his length. Nibbles there whipped an electric current through his body. He arched under her small nip.
Curses fell from his mouth. The sting fucking did it for him. More nips and he shuddered. He loved having her fangs on his dick.
“Kitten…”
He couldn’t get the words out. What she was doing to him scattered his brain. She gently clasped her mouth around the length his cock so the sharp, deadly teeth held him in a dangerous kiss.
Mira took him to a level of lust he’d never felt with any other woman. Balls drawn tight and ready to explode, he tensed. Tingles danced over his skin, sweat beaded on his brow. She flicked the tip of her tongue over him. His eyes rolled back in his head. She worshiped him the same way he had her mate mark and he responded with the same full-body pleasure he’d sensed whip through her.
If she kept up her wicked game, he’d explode. He bit his cheek to hold it back. No way would he come this way. It’d ruin his plans. He tugged on her hair and she released him.
“Mira.” He panted. “Enough.”
He pulled her up and captured her mouth. Their kiss turned wild, matching the level of their growing passion. She followed his lead, quickening the twining of their tongues with his prompting. The hint of her arousal flavored the melding of their mouths. It reignited his hunger. He loved her taste and wanted to drink of her every day. With effort, he broke their lip lock.
The sight of her swollen lips tempted him to kiss her again. Instead, he skimmed his fingers up her spine to the clasp of her bra. He grasped it and waited for her to focus her half-lidded eyes on him before he unhooked the closure. The straps slipped over her shoulder and down her arms. Her full breasts came into view. The flushed tips stood erect, ready to be suckled. He pressed the tip of his tongue to the roof of his mouth and ignored the urge to capture the cherry between his teeth.
“Did you enjoy tasting your arousal?”
“Yes.”
Her shy whisper appealed to him. He enjoyed her hesitant agreement as if what she admitted to was dirty. Hands wrapped around her slender arms, he urged her to stand. She grasped his wrist as if unwilling to let him go and only released her firm hold when he slipped his hand around her waist. Relaxing into the pillows, he lazily stroked her rounded bottom with his knuckles.
“That’s good, baby. Real good.” He dropped his gaze to the juncture between her thighs and licked his lips. “But I’m feeling a little jealous. I know how good you taste.”
She sucked in a shaky breath. He peeked at her from under his lashes. The tiny fangs that had added a dangerous hint to the way she’d worked his dick dented her lower lip. He enjoyed the sight of his woman so lost to desire she couldn’t hide how it affected her primal side.
He forced a sigh. “I guess I’ll just have to wait until you’re ready to share it with me.”
“I’m ready.” She moved closer so temptation was inches from his face. “Eat me out, Josh.”
He grasped each glorious butt cheek and massaged them. Pulling her closer, he leaned forward and stopped with his nose pressed to the soft skin of her mound. He pressed a kiss at the top of her cleft and flopped back onto the pillow with a groan.
“Too bad I can’t.”
A cross between a moan and a growl came from her throat. The guttural noise was about the best sound he’d heard outside of her cries of release.
“Don’t tease me.”
He pushed into a sitting position and slipped off the couch. “Sorry but I can’t, love. I said I wouldn’t fuck you.”
“But—”
“Now, don’t worry, kitten. I also said I’d take care of you, right?” He looked over his shoulder. She nodded. “Kneel on the blanket, baby. I have just the thing for you.”
Hesitantly, she moved to the center and knelt.
He pulled out the present he’d stashed inside the entertainment center when he’d arrived. Her gasp told her she knew what he held. He ambled back to her side and mimicked her pose.
“Here you go, love.” He held his gift out to her. She stared at it with a look of utter shock on her face. He chuckled. “You do know how to use a vibrator, don’t you?” Considering she had one in her nightstand with a spare pack of batteries, he figured she enjoyed hers.
“I don’t want that.” She scrunched her nose.
He turned it in his hand and examined the object with narrowed eyes. “But the lady at the adult shop said this was her bestseller.” He turned it on and the low hum filled the air. “Give it a try.”
She shoved his hand away, anger flashing in her yellow orbs. “I want you, not some sex toy.”
He feigned surprise, widening his eyes and sucking in a rough breath. Her narrowed gaze told him she didn’t fall for his pathetic acting skills. He gave up on his attempt and grinned. “What part of me do you want, love?”
“Don’t call me that.”
He chuckled. “I’ll call you whatever I want, love. Now, answer me.”
“Your cock,” she spat.
“I see.” He gave his best exaggerated pout. “That’s it?”
With pinched brows and a small frown, she nodded.
“That’s not enough for me, kitten. I want you to need all of me.”
“Don’t, Josh.”
With a sigh, he slipped the vibrator between her legs and stroked it along her cleft. Her eyelids fluttered closed. He pushed the length into her core and let the little toy do its thing. In and out, he thrust it into her. She didn’t fight him, even rocked for him. More cream flowed and coated his fingers.
He slid his other hand around her waist, holding her against him. The press of her naked body to his threatened to break his control. His cock leaked, the ache in the shaft unbearable. He needed her wet glove wrapped around it, milking him and bringing him relief.
He bent his head to whisper into her ear. “If that’s all you want from me, my love, then take my present and get yourself off.”
“Don’t make me admit it.”
He worked her with the vibrating toy while he nibbled on her earlobe. “I am your mate, Mira. Nothing will break that bond. I know it as well as you.”
“Your death will.”
He latched on to her unspoken agreement and not the despair in those words. “Admit the truth, kitten. I’m yours and you’re mine.” He added his thumb to the stimulation he gave her, circling the erect nub at the top of her sex. “Tell me.”
A long moment passed before she wrapped her arms around him. She rocked harder over the toy he held as she tried to get herself off. He didn’t stop her, even pressed his thumb against her clit. Nails digging into his back she cried out, not in pleasure but in frustration.
“Yes, dammit. Yes!” A sob shook her chest. “You are the mate of my heart.”
He knew the qualifier she tagged on was her way to hold him at bay. It was enough for him, though. For tonight.
He pushed gently on her to put space between them. The pain stamped on her face bothered him. He wanted to change it back to passion. With his wet fingers, he circled her areola, coating her nipple until it shone with her juices. A hand at her back to steady her, he urged her to lean back. He licked the path he’d just painted and savored her flavor. Latching on, he suckled as he’d longed to do for months.
“Gods, yes.”
Her distended fangs distorted her voice. It made her declaration wicked. He listened to her pants to help him judge how close she was to finding release. With gentle sucks and nips to her erect tip, he took her to the brink.
“Please, Josh, please fuck me, make me come.”
Her plea gave him the okay to give them both what they needed—each other.
He pulled the vibrator out of her drenched center and tossed it away. She groaned but he captured the sound with his mouth. Hands on her hips he lifted her and dropped her on his ready cock. Her gasp turned into a moan with the first wave of her orgasm. She came around his length without even a single thrust. Her inner muscles clenched and massaged his dick. He held still while she writhed around him.
A thump from somewhere jerked his head to the door. He listened while Mira took her pleasure from him. A scraping sound reached his ears. He tensed.
“Josh.” She turned his head with trembling fingers. “Kiss me. Please, need you.”
He sifted his fingers through her hair. “Yes, love. Need you too.”
He pushed his concern over the sound away and kissed Mira while the last of the waves rolled through her. He broke the kiss. Her head dropped to his shoulders, but the rough pants sawing past her lips ensured she hadn’t slipped into sleep. He lowered her to the blanket and covered her body with his. The sated eyes that met his filled him with pride. He brushed his thumb over her plump lower lip.
“Beautiful, kitten.” He leaned close so their breaths mixed. “My perfect mate.”
Her hiccupped sob tugged at his heart but he pushed the unease hearing the sound brought aside and turned his focus to loving Mira. He kissed her and slowly rocked into her, rebuilding her passion. The cushion of her soft muscles as she accepted his rigid length eased some of the ache in his shaft. After a few strokes, the wet slide of her sheath built a different throbbing, one that forced him to move quicker to feel the drag of her muscles over his dick.
He twined their tongues, stroked her core and took them both up to the peak. Fingers biting into her hip to hold her in place, he fucked her harder. He shortened his entries and kissed the mouth of her womb with thumps of his cock over and over, the same way their teeth banged—aggressive, wild and desperate.
Josh, love you. Love you so much. Always and forever.
His pace faltered with the whispered declaration he imagined in his head. The earlier concern came back to him—that he was losing his mind. Mira’s orgasm whipped the concern away. Her sheath tightened around his dick and he followed her. A rough thrust and grunt and he filled her with his seed. Each jerk of his cock appeased his need to lay his claim on her. He owned her—heart, body, soul.
Always and forever.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Josh squirmed away from the brush of hair tickling his chest, but the dead weight on top of him nixed his escape. He blinked a few times before focusing on the golden eyes on the lioness who had her head pillowed on his chest.
“Mira.”
Her answering purr resounded deep inside his chest and seemed to settle in his heart. God, he loved this woman. He reached up and caressed the top of her head, petting her. Both the cat and the woman would be soothed by the rhythmic strokes. Her eyes closed. The rumbly sounds she made deepened, reflecting her approval. He grinned.
A part of him found the sight of a lioness half sprawled over his chest with her tail swishing softly against the brown blanket they’d used as their bed last night amusing. A few months ago, he would’ve openly laughed at anyone who told him he’d find the love of his life in a woman who could rip his throat out with her fangs. But he couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. Mira was his world. He knew his every thought, every action from now until the day he took his last breath would start and end with this beautiful female.
He swallowed his declaration of love. He’d tamed the woman and the predators she housed. It didn’t mean he had her commitment. Her love? He’d bet his life on it. He felt it like some mystical tether tying them together. He also knew she’d use it against him in some misguided notion to protect him. The predator who’d captured him would sacrifice everything including her heart and sanity to save him. Knowing it only made him love her more.
