“Suck it, Merinus,” he growled at her, his hands clenching in her hair. “Damn you, suck it.” She watched him from beneath her lowered lips, tempting him to make her, daring him to punish her.
The sexual game was heating up in a new and dangerous way. She felt a measure of nerves at her own actions, but the overriding demand inside her refused to let her give in easily. She circled the head of his cock with her tongue, then stroked the soft, incredibly sensitive area where the barb pulsed just under the skin, threatening to emerge, pleading for the desperate stroke of her mouth to bring it to life.
“This is a dangerous game, baby,” he whispered as she smiled up at him.
Merinus felt her uterus contract, felt the slow slide of her juices leak from her cunt. She was wet and burning. Her own orgasm would be only a few strokes away if he were to impale her with the thick, rose-headed weapon she held in her mouth. And what a sensual torture tool it was.
Placing her tongue flat along the rising stiffness, she encased it snugly in her mouth and drew on it again.
Slowly. She refused to give into his heated moans.
“Merinus, baby, you’re killing me,” he panted as her fingers joined the play, caressing and teasing his scrotum with light strokes and gentle rasps of her nails.
His hands kept her in place, refusing now to allow her to draw back, to continue the torture of her tongue swiping over his erection. His thighs were rock hard now, planted wide apart, his hips arching into her suddenly slack mouth.
“Damn you,” he growled hoarsely. “You will pay for this, Merinus. Suck my fucking cock.” He pressed the length of his flesh into her mouth, nearly touching her tonsils before she clamped down on it, her teeth rasping the silk encased steel, her mouth enclosing it tight and hot as he began to fuck her with shallow strokes.
“Yeah. Yeah. Like that,” he whispered, his voice hard, sounding tortured with pleasure.
He was watching her, his gaze intent as he stroked in and out of her mouth. His eyes were heavy lidded, his face sensually flushed, his lips parted and full as he breathed hard and deep, a growl whispering past his chest every so often. Merinus wrapped her hands around the base of the thrusting weapon, moaning in rising need as she felt the beginning erection of the barb. She would have loosened the pressure then, but Callan’s hands were suddenly cupping her cheeks, her jaw.
“No more teasing,” he snarled down at her erotically as he pushed his cock dangerously close to her throat.
The threat only incited her desperate lust. She began to suckle him deeper, her tongue caressing it with quick strokes as he began to stroke harder into her mouth. He was wild now, savage in his sexual intensity. The hard angles of his face were pulled into desperate lines as his teeth gritted with the rising need for orgasm. Merinus felt his cock pulse, the barb emerging, stretching the bit of looser skin over it as it began to come fully erect.
The need was on her now. She wanted the taste of him. She wanted to hear his desperate cries as he pulsed and spurted his seed into the waiting depths of her mouth. She wanted to taste him, love him. She wanted to show him, prove to him that she accepted him, all of him, every desire, every act he would have with her.
“Merinus.” He was pumping harder, faster, only her hands braced at the base of his thrusting erection kept him from driving it down her throat.
A low, agonized growl tore from his throat as his breathing became harsh and deep. Perspiration dotted his forehead, his hands were back in her hair, clenching in the silken strands. Merinus felt the full erection of the barb, at least half an inch in length, stiff, pulsing. She curled her tongue around him, her body tightening at his animalistic cry as she caressed it, raked it with her tongue. He pushed against her desperately now, his body trembling, lust overtaking him. He was so wild, so desperate for release that when she felt the first hard blast of his semen spurt into her mouth, she heard the loud, feline cry of pulsing satisfaction that was torn from his chest. He climaxed long and hard, filling her mouth with the hard jets of his release.
Merinus still refused to ease the soft strokes of her tongue. His body shuddered each time she licked the head, the throbbing barb, small pulses of his cum tearing from his body with each stroke, for long moments. Finally, the small appendage withdrew once again, but the hard state of his cock remained. He pulled back from her, his eyes wild, his expression savage as he reached down and pulled her quickly to her feet.
“Mine.” His voice was rough, demanding in his possession.
She smiled slow, tempting.
“So prove it,” she whispered.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-THREE
The beast in Callan roared at the challenge that whispered past her lips. He snarled down at her, now past the point where he could be shocked at his own actions. The beast inside him was in control and no matter how hard he tried to fight it now, he could no longer rein it in. And Merinus was tempting it.
Deliberately, systematically destroying the control he fought to keep.
He pulled her up, his hands no longer gentle, though he fought to keep from hurting her. He didn’t want to hurt her. He didn’t want to bruise her delicate skin, but he knew his grip was too harsh as he dragged her against his chest.
Her nipples poked at his flesh. They were hard, hot, tempting. He lowered his head, his lips going for the seductress’ smile on hers. He growled when she refused to open to him. His teeth nipped at her. He felt her nails bite into his shoulders, but still she refused him entrance.
“Merinus, do not do this,” he pleaded with her, his last reserves of restraint slowly slipping from his grasp as she continued to tease him.
Her lips curved into a small smile, her dark eyes glittering from beneath her lowered lashes as she licked her lips. His hands tightened on her arms. The beast clawed for freedom, raking his loins with a demand he could no longer deny. He jerked her closer, his teeth rougher as he nipped at her lips again, drawing a surprised cry of pleasure from her. That sound gained him entrance.
He slanted his head, grinding his lips on hers as he speared into her mouth. He could feel the glands along his tongue, swollen, the intoxicating hormone of his race ready to release into her system. He stroked her tongue and she refused to play. As with his cock, she refused to draw on him, taking the release into her. She struggled against him, her nails raking his shoulders, though her hips thrust desperately against his shaft as it pressed against her lower stomach.
He drew her tongue into his mouth, his mouth drawing on hers in example, then sent his spearing into her mouth again. A tempting sound of laughter vibrated against his lips as she refused yet again. One hand went to her hair, fisting in the strands, jerking her head back. He knew the light pain warned her of his intent, yet still she refused to draw on his tongue. His savage growl shocked him, as did his actions, but he no longer had even a measure of control to ease his way.