Chapter 15 - Jenny
My dreams are getting muddy.
What used to be the clear image of my monster has morphed into the cinnamon tipped ears of Lash.
It has to be the fucking hormones. Every time he fills me, my body gets more addicted.
Bonded would be the better word.
Yet as I wake, snuggled against his massive body, it’s getting harder to resist the need that floods my belly.
This damn virus. It’s worse than a drug. Like some sort of curse, it changes what’s in me at the basest level.
It wants us to breed. Spread its reach everywhere.
Years of researchers have trickled the truth to me in snippets. How it works and evolves, morphing its hosts with the need to procreate.
I try to fight the heat, the longing.
Forcing images of the fire, or the torturous harvesting, doesn’t help.
Because then I think of Hudson and his gentle smile. The soft touch of his lips and the sincerity when he finally revealed his truth.
Or how he twitched when he came again and again.
I catch my cheek tugging into a smile at the thought of him filling me, spasming with every uncontrollable orgasm.
“Jenny,” Lash growls against me, breaking my travel of my memories. “One day I want that delicious scent to be for me.” He stretches, shifting his hips so his growing hard-on isn’t pressing me.
That’s new.
“It’s hard to want something that hurts every time.” I’m not sure how far to push this.
Yet I can’t hide the fact that I do want him, on some level.
“A little pleasure and pain isn’t a bad thing.” His chest bounces when he chuffs.
He can’t see the incredulous look on my face right now.
Hudson knew how to make me feel incredible. His slow touches and soft kisses brought me to new heights.
Is Lash serious?
Maybe he needs a lesson?
Rolling onto my side, I run my fingers through the thick hair on his chest. “Pleasure is better.” My palms move down to where his engorged cock hovers over his belly.
A canine appears as he lifts his lip in a smirk.
But then he twitches when I wrap my hand around the purple head and poise my lips over his tip.
His rumble sounds more like a lion purring than a growl. The vibration against my pelvis brings a new flood of desire.
I know he can smell me when his nostrils flare.
Flattening my tongue, I taste the beast for the first time.
Fuck. It’s good. Seeping pre-cum burns against my lips, a salty-sweet treat that races fire through my veins. It stirs an ancient need, the bond I had with my monster leaping the gulch of time to his successor.
Like I’ve been starving, I suction him deeper.
He groans, digging his claws into the earth as his hips jut, driving himself further into my throat.
I want to feel him fill me. To draw his ecstasy into me in a way I control.
His long tongue lolls with his tipping snout arching, thrusting his length in rapid bursts.
I take him all, pushing past the need to breathe, swallowing down the mushroomed head to roll my tongue against the engorging knot.
Just as his body tenses on the verge of release, I pull back.
Then my jaw closes down sharply, biting the tip off his dick.
Pain explodes through the side of my face as he backhands me away. But I did as I intended.
With a howling moan, he spurts white ribbons and red into the churned dirt, coiling onto his side as his muscular frame spasms.
I don’t know if it’s his blood or mine that fills my mouth, so I spit them both onto the ground as insane laughter erupts out of me.
“See?” I choke out. “It doesn’t always work. Imagine if it was pleasure the whole time.” Tingling in my jaw marks the broken bone knitting back together.
Fuck, he hits hard.
He rolls away from me, panting in the morning sun.
“It could be me, sucking down every drop, begging for you to fuck me. Doesn’t that sound more fun?” Kneading the side of my neck helps to lessen the ache of healing.
A little more oomph and he would have twisted my head all the way around.
I hate that I know I’d have survived it, even if it would have hurt like hell.
“Yes,” he finally grunts, flopping onto his back.
The head of his cock is still missing a chunk, but the bleeding has slowed.
“Did you learn your lesson?” I crawl closer as he side-eyes me over his muzzle.
His ears are pinned, but he nods.
Biting the inside of my cheek, the hot metallic taste renews as I kneel over him.
When I part my lips, a string of blood drips out to bathe the injured tip.
It only takes a few seconds for the oozing wound to close and fresh pink skin to regrow.
“Am I supposed to thank you?” His elbows prop behind him, half raising him from the ground.
“How about we abolish the pain in our little fuck fest, huh? You and I get horny, we can still have a good time without all the extra fluids. Sound like a deal?” I widen my eyes and shake my head, throwing my arms into the air over the absurdity of even needing to ask the question.
In a blur of motion, he’s over me, caging me with his huge frame.
But his claws are in the dirt by my shoulders, and his knees are on either side of mine.
The dark line of his jowls quiver, lifting into a snarl that slowly softens.
He snaps his jaws, the sharp reverberation ringing in my ears. “No more teeth.”
Then he flashes his canines as he lowers his head.
It’s almost painful when his mouth settles over my bare pussy and he curls his long, rough tongue against me.
“Fuck fest,” he murmurs with a dragging lick over my clit.
Lightning bolts race through me as he pushes deeper.
“Yes,” I moan, writhing against him. “So much better.” Working my fingers down, I stroke the soft fur of his ears, pulling a groan out of him.
My thighs part wider, begging him with my heels.
Please don’t hurt me.
“Just like that,” I whimper.
His lengthy reach undulates within me, hitting all of the spots with a pressing force that has me catapulting higher. It’s just coarse enough to give me the friction I need, flicking in a rapid pattern that kicks me into the vacuum of oblivion.
I lie panting beneath him when he withdraws the heat of his mouth, limp and euphoric as he crawls over me.
He makes a path of fire up my heaving chest, flicking his thick tongue over my beaded nipples, then traces the lines of my fluttering pulse.
But when his mouth spreads to encircle my throat with his sharp teeth, I freeze.
Is this it? Did I push too far?
The hard tips press against my skin as he slowly closes, drawing burning trails from each side until the hot press of his tongue works up my jaw.
“I’m done taking.” Scalding breath pillows down my breasts. “I want you as my mate.” His stiff cock wedges between our bellies, but he doesn’t move.
“And if I say ‘no’?” I’m so different from him, despite how my body longs for him.
“Then I’ll keep making you come until you say ‘yes’.” His mouth lowers to caress the hollow of my throat.
“Let’s start there.” My hand moves between us to touch him, sending a shiver through his bulky body. Tipping my hips, I align him with my soaked pussy. “I like it when you’re gentle.”
I’ve lived my life with pain. I’m tired of it.
When he fills me, it’s like before.
Slow enough to churn the intensity of his need into a chasm of magma, engulfing me from the inside, out.
Only after I cry out, clinging to his fur as the waves shudder through me, does he finally raise his head and roar through his own climax.
A red blossom appears on his chest making him look down in confusion.
In slow motion, he collapses over me as the echo of the gunshot filters across the valley.