10. TEN
TEN
Bastien
My cock is a rigid bar of rock wedged tight between my belly and Vera’s wet, perfect cunt. My mouth is dry. I can’t speak. I can barely move.
She just called my cock perfect. Is there even a small chance she could actually take it? Tiny Vera?
For the next few seconds I honestly just lie there and pray to all the gods she doesn’t stop.
I should be praying for the opposite. There are so many reasons we shouldn’t be doing this.
My mind draws a blank on all of them, though, when she rocks her slim hips and slides along my length, dragging wet slick along in her wake and coating me in it.
Pleasure blazes through me like a motherfucking forest fire, and I am dangerously close to losing control.
I grab her waist, intending to lift her off me gently, but right then the tip of me glides against a point that makes her eyes flutter closed and her mouth drop open, and to my shame I immediately push her back and drag her forward again just to watch the way her chest rises and falls with her indrawn breath and her taut belly caves in on itself as all the muscles clench.
Oh fuck.
I didn’t know my body could do that to her. I didn’t know how much I needed to see her face contort into that particular expression somewhere between bliss and torture and know I’m doing that to her.
My hands tighten on her body so hard I’ll probably leave bruises. I’ve got to get hold of myself. Only her eyes open and she looks down at me and grins. And then she plants her hands on my chest and fucking goes to town, and there’s no hope for me.
She grinds over me in short, furious snaps of her hips. Her breath comes in shorter and shorter bursts. Her head tips back, and she lets out a half-feral sound that’s raw with need.
“Yes.” My word is a whispered prayer for her to continue. Adoration I can’t hold back.
I’m not even focused on my own pleasure any longer. Instead it forms a low throb somewhere in the back of my mind while my conscious thought narrows in to the rise and fall of her chest, the way her fingers thread through the fur on my chest, the way she sucks her lower lip between her teeth.
I have to concentrate on keeping my claws from lengthening from my fingertips and scratching her.
We move together, me holding and guiding her, and Vera rocking her hips in a rhythm that grows more frantic as her pussy gets wetter and wetter until the moist slide of her is audible in the dark, quiet space.
“Do it, Ver. Cum on my cock. Gods, you’re beautiful.”
At that moment she slips higher and the angle changes so the tip of me pierces her wet heat, and we both freeze.
Her eyes widen and her mouth falls open. Before I can stop her, she pushes back, impaling herself until the tip is fully inside her, and I’m about to lose my mind.
That quiet throb is gone, replaced with a sudden stab of pleasure so fierce it could be pain. I want to feel her take me all the way inside—need to feel it. I need to join us and feel her body holding me tight. But can she take me?
I hold my breath as she grinds down further, each roll of her hips bringing me deeper.
The squeeze feels impossibly tight. There’s a wall of muscle here, right inside her snug hole, which is tighter still until suddenly she moans.
Another roll of her hips and I slide further, groaning as she takes me.
I stare in wonder as she lets herself down and swallows me all the way to the hilt.
Fuck. Me.
She did it. My little Vera, who must be about half my size and a fraction of my weight. She has it all, and now that I’m inside her I never want to fucking leave.
She trembles. Her cunt spasms, and I think for one awful second that I’ve hurt her. That her body is rejecting mine. And then she moans, the sound long and so goddam perfect I want to play it on repeat for the rest of time.
“Bas!” My name is on her lips and I’m buried deep inside her and it’s too much.
Something in me snaps.
“I’m so close.”
Me or her? My mind goes all fuzzy around the edges. One second I’m mentally recording every tiny sound, every sight, every smell. Then I grab her waist, flip her under me, and rut her like the beast I am.
I pull back and plunge into her. And the sound she makes—fuck—it’ll live rent free in my mind forever. She cries out long and low. Her ankles hook over my hips, and her nails dig into my arms. “Oh fuck. Do it again. Please!”
“This?” I slam into her again, watching the way her eyes roll back in her head.
“Yes! God, fuck me.”
I lose all control then. I drive into her over and over as if I’ll somehow get deeper than the very back of her cunt, dig myself into her, and stay there. As my hips snap forward, my bear is growling in time with the wild rhythm: mine, mine, mine.
I’ve never felt anything so right. Never felt a knowing so deep in my bones.
She is mine.
“You like it when I fuck you like this, Vera? Like an animal. It looks like you like it. You take me so fucking well.”
She wails as the first orgasm overtakes her. Her body shakes and she clings to me, but even that doesn’t stop me. If anything it drives me on, faster and harder. Relentlessly feeding her my cock until she’s back to screaming for more and more.
My claws lengthen. An unfamiliar pressure grows around the base of my cock, and my balls tighten, ready for release.
I lean in and lick over the smooth skin of her neck. So pink and flushed. “So well. Like you were made for me.”
She moans, and her scent ripens as if she’s issuing an invitation.
I can already taste the metallic blood on my tongue.
She needs my mark. That’s the only thing going through my head.
Vera bucks under me, her body squeezing again in another orgasm, and I open my jaws and sink my teeth into her perfect flesh, grunting as my bite triggers my own orgasm and my hips snap forward.
I sink deep. She’s impossibly tight around me. Like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
Pleasure courses through me, and for a long moment all I can do is give into it as it rushes south to my tight balls and spurts out of me deep inside her.
Then I come to my senses.
My jaw is locked with my teeth buried in her neck. Her body convulses around mine. I’m held so tight inside her cunt when I try to gently withdraw it doesn’t work.
Disengaging my jaw, I lick at the spot I bit her. Guilt surges through me, replacing the pleasure at the sight of bright red blood on her skin, and I lap it away again, summoning my newfound purr to soothe her as I do. “Oh, shit. Ver, I’m sorry.”
She doesn’t respond at first.
Cold fear lances into my chest, but when I stroke a gentle hand over her cheek, she blinks open her eyes and looks up at me, dazed.
“I’m so sorry.”
She frowns. “What for?”
I stare down at her. “Did I hurt you?”
She shakes her head. “No. Oh my god, not at all. That was amazing.”
The band of pressure around my heart releases a little. I’m still somehow trapped inside her body and am not in any rush to withdraw, but I roll us so she’s on top, her small body barely feeling like more than a blanket. She lays her head on my chest and sighs.
“I feel so much better.”
My mind is still whirling. I bit her. Something I never asked her permission for, something I took by force—the worst sort of abuse.
I cringe a little as I say, “But I bit you.”
“Hmm? You what?”
“I bit you.”
Vera lifts her head and looks up at me. “Bit?” She lifts her hand to trace the spot on her neck and winces a little, and I think my soul actually leaves my body.
“I’m sorry. I never meant to—”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll heal. It’s just instinct, right? It doesn’t mean anything.”
She lies back down, but I can’t let it go. Right or wrong, she’s wearing my mark now.
I owe her the choice. “Vera, you know what it means.”
At this she lifts up into a sitting position to look down at me. Somehow I’m still hard, and the movement rubs the tip of my cock against something inside her that threatens to switch my brain off again, but I fight the feeling. “It means I’ve claimed you.”
She shakes her head sadly. “You don’t have to do that.”
“Yes. I do. Bad enough that I did it without asking. I have at least enough honor to mate you now that I’ve done it.”
For a moment something small and hurt rises to the surface and her eyes go glassy, but as I watch, she controls her expression into something more lighthearted.
“Not like that. Bas, it was just an accident. You were doing me a favor. I can’t trap you like that.
Especially not since I’m not even a true shifter. ”
“Vera, I don’t care—”
“You should!” She shifts and we both look down to where we’re joined still, unable to separate.
“You don’t know what it’s like to grow up without the magic while wishing you had it.
I don’t want that for my kids. I probably won’t even have kids.
” She frowns, shaking her head. “Why am I talking about having kids for fuck’s sake?
I haven’t even finished college. Bas, I won’t be your mate. ”
My heart squeezes for her. I know it was hard for her growing up in her family and never feeling like she fit in. Even so. “Ver, I bit you. Think about what that means.”
She scoffs. “That no other shifter can claim me? Well guess what? They never would.” She struggles again to lift off me, and the movement sends a ghost of pleasure straight to my balls.
I groan.
Her eyes widen. “Bas, what the hell? It feels like we’re knotted, but I thought that was impossible?”