The Cat Gets Transported
As if a fairy waved her wand, I’m no longer texting him from my bedroom, with the noises of my family wafting up the stairs. I’m sitting on his lap in our place and his eyes are glowing with desire. “What about your mission?”
Taurus grabs my hips and lifts me, turning me to face him in his lap. Settling my hands on his shoulders, his hands roam my bare arms to my shoulders. His head dips to kiss the underside of my forearm, and his tongue follows the path of his fingers, making my whole frame shiver. I was right not to end this conversation where it was earlier.
Holy shit.
Wriggling in place as he hits a ticklish spot, I strum my fingers over the back of his neck lightly. He moves from my arm to my collarbone, touching every inch of skin he can get his hands on. It feels like we’re on a rollercoaster and the cars are picking up speed with every click of the track. I don’t think the brakes are going to be an option.
He lifts his head, eyes dark as he mutters, “Fuck the hair. It’ll comb. I know you want to.”
My eyes widen. How did he know that? I slide my hands up his neck to bury in his hair with a low groan as his mouth does wonderful things to my hot skin. “Thanks.”
The sound of another moan vibrates over me. He nips and suckles across my chest, the fabric of my shirt dampened as he teases. It almost hurts when he lifts his head to look at me, his voice gravelly. “Strip for me, pet?”
This I’ve done before.
I give a mean striptease, but I’m not sure he’s looking for that. I think he wants to see if I’m as affected as he is by being together. My outfit is the least sexy thing I could wear, and I curse my decision to go grubby tonight. Suck it up, Deli, I tell myself as I stand slowly, giving him my back as I peel my tank top off. Tossing it aside, I shake my long red waves out over my back, turning towards him half-way. Plucking at the drawstring on my comfy house pants, I cock my head to see if he wants me to continue.
“Don’t look at me; I sure as fuck won’t stop you.” He leans back against the couch, watching with a fiery intensity that makes me wonder how I’m going to keep control.
The hunger building inside me this could cause a bad community incident if the beast comes popping out. That is a problem for future Deli, I chide myself. You are having fun, feeling good, and are about to get laid. Stop over-analyzing, you pansy.
I smirk at him as I pick at the knot and the silk drops soundlessly in a puddle of black material. Turn to face him fully, I move closer to the couch so our calves brush. The touch of his skin is electric and I feel the animal inside of me stretch languorously.
Taurus whistles playfully as I approach, but grows serious again when I’m within reach. Lunging off the couch, he stands close enough that I can feel the heat radiating off him. His lungs are heaving like he’s run a mile. He eyes me warily, his hand on the button of his shirt. “What do you want, baby?”
I would have an answer if his hand wasn’t cupping my pussy. My brains just turned into absolute mush. Between him, the hunger from the beast, and this wild ride, I’m lucky if I can speak. I look at him, tongue tied, as he pushes me further into mindlessness.
“Do you want me bare skinned against you? Inside of you? Tell me.”
It’s all beast when I snarl, “Yeah.” Hooking my fingers into his waistband, I press against him, rubbing against him like the proverbial cat that I am. My head dips to lap a long line up his chest to his sternum before I give him what has to be the world’s neediest ‘fuck me’ look. “I really do.”
He sucks in a breath at the cool wetness of the trail left by my tongue. His clothes seem to melt away and within a heartbeat, he’s naked. Gripping my hips, he pauses as if trying to get a hold of himself and failing. “Fuck.”
“Eventually.” I wrap my legs around him like I’m climbing a fucking tree, unable to wait for him to get his shit together. His tongue trails from my shoulder to my right breast with a pleased growl. Suckling, nibbling, nudging, he plays with my nipple as he grinds against my belly.
Christ, I am so going to lose it.
I rub against his cock eagerly, the anticipation of waiting so long making me a greedy trollop. My hands rub over his tummy, around to his back and down over his ass. Everything inside of me is screaming that this moment has been building since we danced in the moonlight in a park.
Before I can blink, he puts me down, spinning me around to nestle my ass tightly against him. Fisting my hair in one hand, he explores between my thighs while he nibbles on my neck. I whimper as his fingers dance over me, instinctively finding every spot that makes me gasp. His blunt teeth bite harder at the base of my neck and I let out a rumbling growl of pleasure. I squirm impatiently as the blood hums in my veins.
Teeth—it’s always teeth that set me and my inner cat off like a rocket.He’s nibbling and nipping along my neck and spine and the beast raises her head, flooding me with primal desire.
“Like that, mmm?” he mutters, possibly in response to my writhing, and I moan throatily in response. My head drops to give him better access, and I feel his grin against my skin.
Yeah, yeah, I’m a vampire bite loving tramp like everyone else. Fucking bite me—please.
When he bites the unscarred curve of my neck, my hips immediately slam against his. His fingers are dipping in and out of me and I can barely think as small shudders of pleasure ripple through me. My hands reach back, smoothing over his thighs and hips, hungry for more of him.
“Touch me.” His words are throaty—driven by need—and his hand moves faster as my hips buck. I touch as much of him as I can, fingers brushing his length, barely touching before I grind again. “Fuck, Del. Don’t stop.”
Leaning back against his shoulder, I stretch up to lick up his neck with the flat of my tongue agonizingly slowly, tasting his skin and drawing in his scent. My ass is rubbing against his cock as I move and it twitches every time I rock back. Taurus murmurs in my ears, filling my head with dirty words as my hips move with his, torturing us both. “Feel how hard it is. For you.” Alternating between fucking me with his hand and flicking his fingers over my clits, he thrusts harder against the curve of my ass. “I want to be inside you.”
I growl darkly, my beast rearing her head in pleasure as I tilt my hips so he slides against the dripping wetness between my thighs. I’m vaguely aware of what’s happening, but I’m also struggling to talk her down inside. This is not one of our mates, and I will not let her out. She wants him as I do, but she’s not used to having to hold back. We’re fighting when I feel him gripping my hips, gliding against me again. My eyes almost cross at the feeling of him so close after such a long dance of courtship. “I want you.” I dig my teeth into my lower lip as my hips swivel and buck on his fingers. “I need you.”
“Like this?” His voice is hoarse and I know he’s close to losing control.
He didn’t have to ask; I have no issues with any position as long as he fucks the living shit out of me now. I pant, purposefully angling until he’s aligned exactly right. “Yeah, baby, like this. Fuck, I just want you inside me.”
Bringing his fingers to his mouth, he sucks on them before gripping my hips. He walks me forward, so my legs hit the armchair and I brace myself on the armrest. A roar of triumph escapes his lips as he slams into me immediately, his hips slapping against me hard.
I don’t care if we fuck like hungry animals; I just need this.
His cock fills me, pushing in as deep as possible. “Christ, woman—so tight. You feel fucking amazing.”
You’d think we were the lamest romance novel in the universe with the way we’re babbling. But if he’s half as deep into his primal side as I am, words are impossible. I can barely form a coherent thought because this is the hottest sex I’ve had in months.
“Bloody... fuckin’.... hell...” That’s the best I can do as my eyes flutter closed. I can’t remember the last time sex so basic made me feel like I was going to rocket into outer space. The way we fit, the sensations…are indescribable. I’m completely undone.
He stills as our hearts thud a bass line inside our chests. I wriggle, needing more, and his hips slam against me again. That’s all the invitation I need to meet the bridal thrust with my own. His fingers slip between my folds again, and I gasp, muscles gripping tightly with every stroke. My body is radiating heat from every pore and I reach back to dig my fingers into his hips, holding on tightly. “Hard and hot—god, you feel huge.”
That sounds clichéd, right? Especially for someone with my breadth of experience, but it’s true.
“Soon. Losing control, so good.”
Poets, we are not. If anyone tells you they’re spouting flowery verse while they fuck, they are not doing it right. I have an almost eidetic memory and I couldn’t recite the fucking alphabet right now.
The violent intensity of our coupling is pushing my limits and Hers; I know it is. I can’t stop this freight train and I realize turning me was probably a good idea. I feel a hard twist of my clit and I’m gone, tumbling into oblivion. My body locks around him and a moan forces its way from my belly up and out—dark and primal. She’s coming and now so am I, the climax shooting in my veins like fireworks in my skin. The moan turns into a yowl as I milk him for every thrust.
He moves faster, slamming into me hard, almost to the point of violence, and I have to hold on. His cock jerks inside of me, his orgasm chasing mine as a ferocious snarl rips from his throat. My hips rock back into his as I slowly coast down, breath whistling through my lips as I grip the chair. The intense heat inside of me fades as he comes, my temperature lowering as I tremble. My eyes slip shut, grateful to have conquered the beast… this time.
He dips his head and licks the sweat off my shoulder, withdrawing slowly. Picking me up, he drops us on the couch in a tangle of limbs. My chest rumbles, purring like a Harley’s engine in satisfaction. Lifting his head, he chuckles. “I could get used to that purr, pet.”
“I heard somewhere it’s soothing.” I give him a sex drunk grin.
Kissing my collarbone lightly, he nods. “This is me soothed. In fact, I’m so bloody soothed that I’m not entirely sure I can move. Is it alright if I crash here for a few, pet? I think you might have killed me.”
I smile softly and run my hand through his hair. “I don’t mind, but I’m pretty sure I didn’t kill you. At least, not yet.” I wrap my arms around him, feeling all kinds of mellow after our romp. “Crash all you want.”
As we get comfy, I hear a buzzing noise. He opens an eye to see his phone flashing from the table. “Oh, shit.”
“Hmm?”
“It’s six o’clock in the bloody morning! That’s an alarm.”
I chuckle. “Are you going to turn into a pumpkin?”
His panicked look tells me not to rib him again. “That depends on how many knives I can dodge when I go home.”
“Oh. Oops.” I look chagrined, feeling bad. I didn’t consider that while I’m not needed at home, he has Talia. According to him, she’s going to be on the warpath. It’s odd that he didn’t mention a curfew before, but… I school my face to keep from frowning. It’s not unheard of for him to fuck and fly, according to Rhea. A pre-set alarm sort of sounds like a planned escape.
“We have a luncheon today at eleven a.m. Talia’s other world family and two prats from down the street the family brings over to impress, now and again.”
“Uh-oh,” I murmur, trying not to look disappointed.
“I told Talia that I’d be home no later than two, so I’d be awake tomorrow—shit, today.” He looks down at me. “Sweet buggering hell. We’re a bad influence on each other.”
I give him a half smile, shrugging. “That was a given. I’m an evil influence on everyone, I’m told. Head Hedonist, reporting for duty.” I give him a faux salute, trying not to let him see my suspicions.
“She will painfully kill me. I’ve got to go, pet. That’s another fuck and run. Sod it all.”
What can I say? He’s her mate and his obligation to her trumps my girly hurt feelings. I’m just a momentary distraction—a damned amazing one, but still.
I have to be okay with this, even if I’m not. I agreed to that at the beginning. Dammit, I’m doing it again. Too much, too soon, wrong person—I am the biggest idiot in the entire Rift. “It’s okay. I’d rather you stay in one piece.”
He bends to kiss me on the forehead lightly and I force a smile up at him.
“That way, I can give you a chance to make it up to me.”
Winking at me, he chuckles. That lets me know I’ve done a good job of tucking away the odd emo feelings flowing through me, so I smile back. “That’s it, I’m out of here. Later, Sandwich.”
I give him a wave before I reach out to gather my clothes. Once he’s gone, I tug them on, frowning at my ennui. Since when does a post-coital goodbye after a meaningless tumble leave me feeling like this? I’ve tumbled half the community’s clones and never felt so downtrodden. It’s almost like I’m ashamed, but that can’t be it. I’m a sexual free agent. I do what I want. Even all my mates are okay with that.
Why do I feel so icky now?
The answer eludes me, so I pick up the booty phone with a sigh and let it take me home.
I don’t sleep the rest of the night. Tossing and turning, I try to work out why I’m so upset. I sit up with a jolt when out comes to me. I’ve turned into Rhea; I’m upset that he didn’t stay to cuddle.
I’m such an idiot.