Chapter 4 #2
"You're mine," I growled in her ear, letting the rumble of my deep voice stimulate her entire body. I was rewarded by a moan and the fresh scent of her desire in the air.
"Prove it," she snarled back.
Her struggles intensified as I carried her up the stairs, but they carried a performative air to them.
She kicked at me, lightly, her motions causing her rump to rub against me in an evocative way.
When we got to her bedroom, and I threw her onto her bed, she grinned at me, licking her lips as she stared up at me with those goofy-looking googles.
I put a knee on the bed, and she kicked out at me again, trying to crawl across the bed.
I threw myself on top of her, pinning her body down with my weight, even as I was careful not to crush her.
I pulled the goggles to the side and set them down on her bedside table.
She continued to writhe under me, her hips bucking as she rubbed herself against me even as her fingernails cut small slices in my shoulder. I paused, grabbing her hand to look at it. She had sharpened her fingernails into points, making them into little claws.
"You are perfect," I said, kissing her fingertips.
She swung at me with her other hand, going for my eyes.
I pinned both her hands down above her head with one hand around her wrists as I reached down with my other hand, shifting my weight to free up her hips.
She bucked at me again as my fingers found the edge of her silky nightdress.
With all the preparations she had done, she had chosen to wear the flimsiest clothing possible, just a little nightdress and a thong.
I tore the thong from her, leaving her glistening and exposed. I needed to taste her.
I grabbed her nightdress as I rose up to my knees, blocking a blow from her shin as I rotated her on the bed, moving her wrists closer to the headboard as I yanked her nightdress up over her face, blinding her momentarily before I pulled it up to her wrists.
I used it to tie her wrists to the bedpost, securing her.
She lay panting and trembling beneath me as I raked my eyes down her body, taking in the sight of her gorgeous curves.
"Peach apple smoothie," she said.
I stilled, the strange words cutting through the haze of my lust. It was one of the phrases from the contract, thankfully not the one that meant that everything had to stop, just the one that required a pause, to check in.
It was painful to pull myself out of the moment, to untie her wrists and then take my hands off of her and sit back to look at her instead of forcing myself upon her captured form.
"What do you need?" I asked. She left her arms up, still in the position I had placed them, despite them being now free.
"I would like the light on," she said, a soft tremble in her voice. "You'll have to go flip the main switch in the fuse box in the laundry room."
"Is there anything else you need while I'm down there?
" I asked, ignoring the urgent demand of my body to take her, seed her, breed her, make her mine.
She wasn't me. Her needs were different from mine.
It was a form of torture to fight against the thick drive of my violent biology, but only animals were unable to ignore instinct.
It was the most important mark of sentience, the ability to decide whether to indulge in instinct or make it wait for the right moment or person.
"Just the light," she said. I turned, and she sucked in a breath. "Oh, and Porcha should be at the front door soon. Could you tell her to go get takeout?"
"You want your friend to bring you food?" I asked, startled that she would want another female intruding on our courtship. Humans were strange.
"Just tell her to get takeout, okay?" she said.
"I will do as you ask," I said.
I got up and went down the stairs. I already knew the fuse box she spoke of, and it took me little time to flip the switch she had used to cut the power to the house. While I was down there, I got a large glass out of her cupboard and filled it with filtered water from her cold storage unit.
There was a firm knock on the front door, and I opened it a crack, keeping my naked body hidden as I peered out at the human female who stood there with her hand raised for another knock.
Her eyes narrowed as she stared back at me.
"Go get takeout," I said, then shut the door in her face.
When I returned to the bedroom, the lights were on at the soft setting they had been before.
My mate was still in the same position that I left her in, but when she saw the glass in my hand, she sat up and reached for it.
I handed it to her, and she drank it down, her eyes taking in my form.
I had buffed and polished myself for tonight, my naked form on full display.
I flexed as her eyes drifted down me, putting myself on full display.
She finished what she wanted of the water and set the cup on the end table next to the bed.
"Is there anything you need to um..." she smiled at me as she looked up at me through her eyelashes. "Get started again?"
"If you wish to continue our courtship, you only need to attack me," I said.
"But before you do that, what caused you to use the check in phrase?
Was it tying up your wrists? Restraining you was allowed in the contract, but we don't have to stick to what you agreed to in the contract if it is unappealing to you. "
"Oh," she said, looking at me with wide eyes. "But I thought you needed all that stuff."
"I don't need to use anything but my body to overpower you," I said.
She flushed, and the scent of her arousal thickened in the air.
"I didn't like being tied up," she admitted. "I thought I would like it, but it made me feel actual panic."
"But you like it when I restrain you with my hands?" I asked.
"Oh yes," she said as she gave the human gesture of agreement by bobbing her head up and down.
"I will respect the new boundary," I reassured her as I knelt on the edge of the bed with one knee.
She took a deep breath, and the muscles tensed in her body, my only warning before she swung at me with an open palm.
I caught her wrist before she could hurt her hand on my face.
She had posed a challenge for me. I wanted to taste her, but now I had to do it while her hands were free to lash at me.
I grabbed her ankle, pulling upwards as I rose to standing.
Her upper body fell back on the bed as I shifted my grip to her hips and hauled most of her body off the bed until only her shoulders and head remained on it.
I got my face between her thighs before she could react, plunging my face into the neatly trimmed patch of hair she had there.
This was not the time to go slow. I needed to overpower her with sensation if I couldn't secure her.
There was more than one way to disable a female, and pleasure was a potent tactic.
She was delicious.
I laved her slit with my tongue, stroking in between her folds as I found the small bundle of nerves that served as the external access to a human female's pleasure center.
I circled it with fervent strokes, following the sounds of her cries as the cues to my movements.
I chased her pleasure, pinning it down with my tongue and vibrating it with rapid movements.
Her hips bucked in my hands, and I squeezed the globes of her rump with eager hands.
Her thighs clutched at the sides of my face, her ankles crossing behind my head as she sat up.
She slapped my forehead before she dangled back down.
I needed more.
I shifted her, laying her out on the bed as she pushed at me with her feet, a light shove to my shoulder, then I had her thighs spread open so I could continue my feast. I slid one of my fingers into her opening, finding it wet with her arousal and my saliva.
I slid a second finger in easily, pumping at her inner channel as I sought to find the place where I could tease her pleasure organ from the inside as well.
I licked her, stroked her, and she scratched at my horns with light touches that mimicked blows and sent shivers of pleasure through my own body.
When her channel clenched around my fingers and her head fell back, her body arching, her toes curling as her hands clutched at the bed beneath her, I couldn't take it anymore.
I climbed up her body as her legs fell open and she reached for me with her hands.
A moment later, her legs snapped together around me as she pushed at me with those same hands, shoving herself up the bed, away from my hard length, which I threatened to impale her with.
I grabbed her shoulders, wrapping my arms around her as I dragged her back down towards me, my knees pushing her thighs open as I pinned her down with my body.
I shifted my hips, poking at the flesh of her thighs, sliding upwards as her hips bucked.
When I finally found her opening with my cockhead I didn't hesitate.
I speared her, driving into her and sinking fully into the wet welcome of her body.
She let out a moan, her head arching back as she exposed her neck.
I pressed my mouth against that proffered flesh and bit down, sinking my fangs into her, my mating venom pumping into her system as I rocked my hips, thrusting in and out of her clutching channel with bestial strokes.
She was clawing at my back as I clung to her, immobilizing her as I humped her with a determined, forceful rhythm, luxuriating in the slipper sucking of her channel, her moans turning into a keen as I swelled with in her, my girth changing to fit the maximum of what she could take, to lock perfectly to her body, triggered by the chase, the fight, the hunt through her nest.
She was perfect, delicious, delightful, and I was lost in the sensation as I became hers, my body changing to give her what she needed, her fertility captured by venom so that we became bound to one another by the demands of our shifted biology.
She screamed out my name as she clutched around my pounding length, and I groaned into her neck as I came for her, filling her with the seed she pulled from me.
I changed for her, as I would always change for her, dedicating my heart, body, and soul to my perfect mate.