She wanted to taste him, wanted him filling her mouth with his come, hearing his cry as he released his semen, his release shuddering through his body. She wanted it all as she had never wanted anything in her life.
“Damn. Baby.” His voice was guttural now, harsh and exciting as he fucked against the strong pull of her mouth.
Shallow, strong strokes powered past her lips, sinking the head of his cock deep in her mouth as she tongued it hungrily. Another pulse, a hard throb of his cock and then he stilled, his hands tightening in her hair, holding her steady as he pulled slowly from her mouth.
“No. Dash, please.” She tried to follow, to take him again, to force him back.
He pried her hands from his cock then pulled her to her feet, jerking her against his chest as she stared up at him, needing him. Her cunt wept with the need; her body vibrated with it.
“Look at me,” he growled with feral savagery. “We might have a serious problem here, Elizabeth.”
She stilled in his arms. “Is someone else in the house?” She listened closely but could hear nothing above her own heartbeat.
“No.” His hands clenched on her hips as she moved against his cock, cushioning it firmly against her belly.
“Then I don’t care.” She shook her head desperately. “I need you, Dash. I don’t care about anything else right now.”
“Wait, Elizabeth,” he groaned as she moved aga
inst him, her hand reaching up, threading through his hair and bringing his lips to hers. “I could hurt you.”
Her tongue moved over his lips as she stared up at him, dazed with the arousal pulsing through her body. “I won’t break,” she whispered against his lips. “But if you don’t fuck me soon, Dash, I just might have to hurt you.”
Her explicit words seemed to tip in her favor. Flames erupted in his eyes, his face flushing with arousal, his cock jerking against her stomach as she stared up at him. Before she realized his intent he lifted her from the floor and tossed her to the bed. She rolled, coming up on the far side on her hands and knees, staring at him as he moved onto the mattress, his knees sinking into the soft pad.
“That’s the way I want you eventually,” he told her, his voice rough. “On your knees, bent over for me, screaming as I push my way up your tight pussy. Turn around, baby. Let me show you what I can do.”
She smiled slowly. His voice sent shivers up her spine. It was part threat, part pure seduction as he stared at her, one hand gripping his cock, his fingers stroking over the shaft slowly.
“You think it’s going to be that easy?” she asked him, fighting to breathe now. “You want it, you can take it.”
His smile was intent, confident. “I can do that, Elizabeth,” he whispered. “I really could. But if I start wrestling you down, I’m not going to have the control to take time to eat that sweet cunt. And I really want to taste that hot cream I smell flowing from your body, baby.”
Elizabeth trembled. His voice was so rough, so dark, it was almost a physical caress as it stroked over her senses. Her pussy clenched at his dark offer, an ache like nothing she had ever known before pulsing in the very depths of it. She wanted him there. Wanted to feel his tongue stroking over the flesh she kept free of hair, waiting, anticipating a time when she could feel his touch against it.
“Lie down.” He moved to the bottom of the bed, watching her intently. “Come on, baby. Let me show you how a Breed male makes a meal out of his mate.”
She trembled, licking her dry lips as hunger throbbed in her womb. A Breed male. The words sent shivers racing over her spine. Nothing was known about their sexuality. Nothing documented that they were different from any other man. But it was hinted that their savage natures could slip over the edge of humanity and enter into that unknown sphere of the mixed DNA. Some scientists had hinted that it could go further, that the men could show actual characteristics of their animal cousins. That the Felines could exhibit a barb-like growth. That the Wolf Breeds could exhibit much more.
It was rumor rather than fact. But Elizabeth was now more than eager to know the truth. Dash had stroked an arousal inside her that nearly consumed her dreams before she ever met him. Now that he had touched her, it didn’t matter if he was man or animal. She had to know his touch, had to know his possession.
“His mate?” She moved to the center of the bed, watching him carefully. “Who says I’m your mate?”
His smile was so certain it sent pulsing shivers washing over her flesh.
“Oh honey, we both know you are. Now come on, let me love you for a while before I lose my sanity and start fucking you until we both scream.”
Yes. That was what she wanted. She wanted to scream. To be so insane with the pleasure and the need that nothing could hold back her cries. To know and experience pleasures she had only heard about, but had never known herself.
“I could handle that.” She was panting as she lay down slowly, watching as he came over her.
He didn’t answer her. His lips came over hers roughly, slanting against them as he claimed her with a kiss that rocked her to her toes. His tongue pushed past her lips, pumping into her mouth with slow, deliberate strokes, teasing hers, making her groan in hungry need as her arms came around his shoulders.
His hands smoothed up her waist, cupped her breasts. His thumbs traced slow, intricate designs around her pebble-hard nipples as he possessed her mouth, moaning against her as she pushed up, her soft abdomen raking the heavy length of his cock.
“God, you make me crazy,” he muttered as his lips slid from hers, tracking down her neck as she arched it just for him and shivered in pleasure as his teeth raked her skin.
“I need you,” she panted as his lips feathered over one nipple. “Now, Dash.”