She crooked her finger. “Bend over a little. I want a kiss.” His mouth paused mere inches from hers, and she licked at the seam until he opened. Then she thrust her wet finger into his mouth.
As her taste burst on his tongue, Jesse growled. He should have remembered how cunning and devious his mate could be. He wanted to ring her pretty little neck, but then she fisted the base of his cock and pumped once, twice.
“Make sure you remember not to come.” Harley lapped at the head of his cock, tasting the little pearl of pre-come. Then she swallowed him down, liking the growl that rumbled in his chest. Keeping her lips wrapped tight around him, she sucked on his cock like it was her job, taking more of him with each pass.
Hands clenched in her hair, Jesse watched as his mate drove him insane with her mouth. It was like having his cock buried in a fire of silk. Her tongue touched every sensitive spot he had, giving him absolutely no mercy. “Sweetheart, you have the best fucking mouth,” he growled. “I swear, if I could sleep with my cock in your mouth, I would. But no matter how perfect it is, I’m not going to come.”
Accepting that challenge, Harley sucked harder and faster, smiling inwardly as he bit out a harsh expletive. She dragged her claws down his thighs and purred around his cock. His hands tightened in her hair and his thighs started to shake—
“Time’s up.” He pulled out with total freaking relief.
She jumped to her feet. “Goddammit!”
“I never thought I’d ever be glad to get my cock out of your talented little mouth.”
Snatching up her cue stick, she snapped, “My turn.” She practically stomped over to the table, out of patience. The black ball was at an awkward angle. No matter what side she approached it, there was no way to take a decent shot. “Oh, come on!”
Shoulders shaking, Jesse said, “Something wrong?” The way she glared at him . . . he honestly thought she was going to hit him with the cue. Especially when her eyes flashed cat. Instead, she prepared to take her shot. Predictably, she missed. Even better, the white ball rolled to a stop at a position that gave him a perfect angle to pocket the black. “Ready to watch me win?”
Tapping her claws on the pool table, she hissed. “You’re such a dick.”
“Why? Because I’m going to win?”
“Yes.”
“Such a sore loser.” Bending to take his shot, he met her eyes. “Get ready to be ruthlessly fucked.” Then he smoothly sank the black. Swearing, she slung the cue on the table, glaring at him with eyes that dared him to act. Oh, he would. He had plans for his little cat. Anticipation and satisfaction coursed through him, making the excitement almost painful.
He growled when she went to move. “Stay where you were, hands on the table.”
Eyes narrowing, she followed his order. “You sure you want to risk coming close? My cat wants to rip your face off.”
Rounding the table, Jesse pressed himself up against her back. “I’ll take my chances.” Wanting total access to her skin, he peeled off the babydoll, careful not to tear it. Then he gripped her breasts and licked over her claiming mark. “Hold on.” Without any preamble, he slammed home.
Harley’s mouth opened in a silent scream as his long, thick cock forced its way past her swollen muscles and bumped her cervix. Biting her lip, she moaned. He filled and stretched her just right—enough to burn but not enough to truly hurt.
Knotting his hand in her hair, Jesse snatched her head back. “I win, so I have the control. That means you follow my rules. One, if I tell you to do something, you don’t question me. Two, you can’t come unless I give you permission. Three, if you want something you can have it . . . just as long as you ask nicely. And four, you have to answer my questions honestly.”
Questions? What questions?
“None of this means burying your dominance or being someone else, Harley. It means trusting me enough not to fight me. Trusting me to give you what you need. Trusting me not to do anything you won’t like. It means letting all the other shit go and giving yourself to me all the way. I know you’re strong enough to do that. And you will do it.”
Gripping her hips, Jesse backed them both up a little. “Now fuck yourself on me, Harley.”
The sheer power and dominance in that order pushed every defiant button she had. Bristling, her cat whipped her tail. Harley’s instinct was to fight him, but she had made him a deal. She might hate losing, but she never backed out on a promise. So she tightened her grip on the table and slammed her hips back into his, impaling herself on his cock over and over. She gasped as a wet finger began to push inside her ass. He often added a finger there when he fucked her, and she didn’t mind admitting that she liked it.
“Fuck me harder, sweetheart,” he rumbled. She powered her hips back to meet his. He groaned as her hot, slick pussy squeezed him tight. “You never answered me before. Has anyone ever had your ass, Harley?”
“No.”
He’d thought not. “Did anyone want it?”
“Can’t we talk later?” She was kind of busy here.
Curling an arm around her waist to still her movements, he growled into her ear, “Answer the fucking question.”
Never again would she agree to give the bossy bastard full control. “Yes,” she bit out. “The answer is yes.”
“Why didn’t you give it to them?” He pulled his finger almost all the way out of her ass and then roughly thrust it back in. “Don’t say you were saving it for your true mate.” It was something that most shifters did, but . . . “You had no intention of seeking him out and returning to the shifter world. So why didn’t you let anyone have your ass? Remember you have to answer me honestly.”