"Lovely kit. You take cock so well," he teases and she flushes even redder. She wraps her arms around him and he rolls them so that she is under him. She gasps at the sudden shift of position that allows him deeper inside her, filling her up even more, especially when he holds her ankles and folds her up, letting her ankles dig into his chest so he can fill her hole more.
The wet slap each time he lunges in and the way she cries out is music to his ears. She cries out when she comes again, collapsing on the couch, legs still wrapped around his hips, twitching with occasional spasms.
He pulls out for a second, long enough to turn her to her stomach so he can mouth her shoulder and fuck into her from behind. He splays his palm on her stomach, making sure he doesn't hurt their kits when he fucks too deep and too hard.
He is already thinking of her next pregnancy, their next kits. They're going to spoil their children rotten, he can already tell. He mouths the bruises on her neck, sucking new ones as he does. "I love you, kit," he growls against her skin and doesn't mind that she is too lost in the heat of her pleasure to respond. When he comes inside her again, she lets out a high pitched whine and cries from the overstimulation.
He loves her more than anything in the world. Nothing else matters.
END
Shifter Domination 2
Passionate Alphas
Domination | Size Difference | MFM
Marilynn Fae
Copyright 2019 Marilynn Fae
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. No part in this book may be reproduced, transmitted, stored, or distributed without permission of the author or publisher.
This steamy short story contains scenes inappropriate for 18-years and below. An innocent virgin is filled by a Werewolf and a Werecat. It also contains exhibitionism and voyeurism, public sex, BDSM (ropes, ice-play), domination and submission, daddy kink, size-difference (large male, petite female), bareback creampie, double penetration, and rough sex.
Prologue
It begins like this.
"I'm fucking tired of cleaning up your mess, Jake." Erik sits in the armchair, one hand holding a glass of scotch that is filled to the brim, the other rubbing his forehead.
"My mess?! I'm not the one who put a man in a hospital instead of waiting for the police," Jake growls, never one to back down from a fight. "You broke so many bones in his body that they're not even sure if he can ever walk again."
The only thing he says to that is a disinterested, "Good."
Jake doesn't look like he's keen on disagreeing. The man is responsible for a lot of deaths, a lot of unsolved cases. "You should've waited. The police has enough to indict him."
"Getting things sorted the right way will take too long and draw out the suffering of everyone involved," he says, swirling the scotch in his palm before taking a sip and putting it down. He pours Jake a glass and gestures for him to sit as well. "He can still talk, but now he's in enough pain that he would do anything to get a hit of morphine. A fitting end for a man who makes a living getting people addicted on drugs, I would think."
Jake makes an annoying huffing noise and sinks into the couch. He downs the scotch at an impressive rate, letting the alcohol burn down his throat like he can no longer feel the heat. He grimaces at the end and places the empty glass on the table.
"And we got what we needed." The man had started sobbing and giving away all his nefarious plans and secrets ten minutes into his interrogation. Disgraceful, to sell out his men so easily.
"You did," he relents. "But why are you upset?" Jake demands.
"I'm not upset."
"You're not happy either," Jake says. "You just single-handedly closed the biggest case of the year and you're here, sulking. Something's bothering you."
That's the thing, Jake is right. He should be happy. He should be out celebrating with the rest of his packmates. Instead, he is hiding in his office, working on something that doesn't really need much more fine-tuning and he is dragging his feet because he's not at all eager to join in the celebration.
"You need a break," Jake decides. "You should get laid," he says decisively, like that's all he needs to say, and a willing young woman would materialize in front of them. As though reading his mind, he continues, "There are escort services for these sorts of stuff, you know."
He glares at the man, who merely chuckles.
"Have you talked to our lawyers?" he asks.
Erik shakes his head. He doesn't trust himself to talk to them just yet. Talking to lawyers always make him break things. They let him get away with it because the alternative is breaking them.