Chapter 3 #4
He waited for me to nod before stepping closer. Cupping my face, he offered me a moment to pull away before leaning in and pressing his mouth to mine. He was gentle at first, quickly deepening our liplock when I kissed him back.
By the time we were forced to come up for air, my hands were in his hair, gripping it tight, one of his hands was on my ass, cupping a handful possessively, his other hand sliding under my shirt to smooth over my back.
“I should tell you- I mean, I don’t know what Elm already told you- Uhm- But, uh, we, you know, we slept together.
I mean, he kinda freaked out afterward, told me he didn’t mean to and then took off, but, uh, yeah, we were, uhm, intimate with each other.
We did it.” I wanted to be honest with him, make sure he knew everything up front.
I didn’t want him to feel like I’d deceived him or something.
Cy pulled back to study me. “‘Kay? Elm not hurt Pru?” Leaning in, he started to sniff about me, like he had some kind of super snoot.
“Whoa- Hey- Look, I’m fine.” Physically. “He didn’t hurt me.” Not in any way that one could see unless the bite marks on my shoulder counted. I did not count them.
The hand at my back smoothed upwards, then unerringly moved right over my bitten shoulder. I winced as it grazed the puncture marks and whatever I was going to say was lost to the hiss that slipped free unbidden.
I should get some antibiotic cream on that bad boy. Soaping it up was probably not enough.
Cy tugged my oversized sleep shirt that clearly stated one must respect my authority across the front of it to the side, ignoring my warnings not to stretch it out.
Eyeing the bite marks on my shoulder, he leaned in as I started to explain I’d cleaned it really well, it was a consensual action, lest he get any kind of wrong ideas.
My words garbled the second he kissed the spot, then ran his tongue over it like he thought he was some kind of cat cleaning it.
My body tensed up. Heat began to course through me like wild fire, and I sucked in a sharp, shocked breath.
He did it again and I cried out, shivering and trembling in his arms, and all he’d done was lick the wound.
My hands tightened in his hair, the snarl he let loose as he kept it up telling me I could pull his hair any time I liked.
In that moment, I’d ceased to think and just felt.
Cy’s arms wrapped around me. I was trapped but loving every minute of it.
One hand slid lower to cup my ass and heft me up.
A second later that same hand was slipping inside the back of my pajama bottoms and he was urging me to wrap my legs around his waist. A happy rumble left him as his fingers skimmed my bare backside.
I wasn’t a fan of wearing underwear to bed and that’s exactly what I was dressed for.
“Mine,” he muttered as he began peppering nipping kisses along my flesh, teasing his way up my throat.
“Prove it,” I egged him on as I released his hair to grab handfuls of the plain black hoodie he’d traded his flannel in for before rebreaking into my home.
My fingers met smooth skin and the softest swath of fur.
Cy growled challengingly at my words. Abandoning my throat, he took my lips in a fierce, fiery kiss. There was a possessive quality to it that I wanted to test out but I was enjoying myself too much to question it.
I should be stopping this. It was nuts, what we’re doing.
That part of my brain was on the fritz whenever he touched me.
One kiss and I felt like I’d go mad without another.
He was my own personal catnip. I felt drugged with it— addicted— like I’d never get enough and I’d die if I didn’t get some right now.
Breaking our liplock just as fast, he pressed me up against the wall, leaned back with my legs still wrapped around him, and tore off his hoodie, then the Clint Black shirt he had on beneath it, and then he was right back with me.
“What about me?” I mumbled against his lips as they quickly found mine.
Without breaking our liplock, he mumbled right against my mouth, “Don’t want my Pru get cold.”
We looked ridiculous, which made me laugh trying to picture it.
Cy growled warningly like he didn’t like me being pulled from the moment.
Nipping at his lips, I pulled back with a taunting grin that told him exactly what I thought about that. “Who says I’m yours?”
Cy pulled back. The look he gave me was pure cockiness as he rumbled, “Me.”
“I don’t recall agreeing to that,” I grumbled right back at him.
Cy started up that rumbling thing in his chest that never fails to get my motor going, leaned in, one hand cupping the back of my head to hold me in place, and then began lapping at the bite marks high on my shoulder, so very close to my throat.
His teeth fell over Elm’s bite marks and he gently pressed down over them.
A soft gasp left me. My body’s reaction was instantaneous. He kept it up, all of it, until I was a writhing, whimpering, alternately growling, clawing at his back, wriggling my hips to get closer to him, total mess.
“Cy,” I growled out, struggling to pull him closer than he already was.
When he finally pulled back, I was ready to tear his jeans off of him and ride him ‘til I screamed, but not before a little pay back. The second he released me, I leaned forward and bit down on the first thing my mouth met, which happened to be his rather sizeable right pec.
Cy let out a sound that wasn’t quite a howl, with a bit of a snarl mixed in.
It felt good, marking him up, claiming him the way he acted like he’d claimed me.
One taste of his blood on my tongue and I felt like I’d lost my mind. Cy reacted the same to the bite I’d given him.
Prying me off of his chest took some effort.
When at last he’d managed to pull me off of him, he separated us long enough to tear open the front of his pants, shove them down enough so they weren’t in the way, freeing the massive thickness between his legs.
My pants were next, but good luck tugging me off of ya, buddy, I thought.
I didn’t want to let go of him— I felt like I’d die if I did.
I felt hot from the inside out. The pulse between my legs was growing painful. I needed him. So badly.
When I said as much he gave up trying to set me down and just tore my pants down the back, then right down the front, leaving the ruined material to fall away with my legs still in the remains of them.
“Mine,” he muttered as he quickly lined us up and pressed home.
I should be sore from my time with Elm but I was anything but. I wanted Cy so bad I think I might’ve mumblingly thanked him for putting his penis inside of me.
I’ll mentally slap the shit out of myself for it later.
Cy pulled almost all the way out, an action that caused me to snarl in warning, but then he rammed right back home.
My nails dug in, raking down his back. I cried out as he pulled out a little to then quickly press deep. I wanted more, harder, deeper, faster.
“‘Kay?” he growled through gritted as he started to give me just that, a good, hard schtupping, but then paused like he’d suddenly thought better of it.
“Why did you stop? What are you doing?!” I spluttered as he slowed to a leisurely fuck, like this was the lazy Sunday brunch of screwing.
This caused Cy to stop completely. “No want to hurt,” he rumbled out softly.
With a snarl, I grabbed the hair at the back of his head.
“I’m not some little doll that you could break.
I liked what you were doing before.” When that didn’t seem to entirely convince him, I groaned but got candid.
“Uhm, I like it a lot, if we’re being honest here.
” My face flamed but I wasn’t nearly as embarrassed about admitting that as I felt I probably should be.
“Now, please,” releasing his hair, I motioned between us, “do us both a favor and do me like you mean it.”
Cy purred like I’d just said the sexiest thing, and planted a kiss to my frowning lips.
Pulling back, I thought he meant to lean in again and was just checking to make sure I was serious about this or something but had to smell it first or whatever he thought sniffing at me did for him.
Tilting my head, I offered him my throat.
There was no sniffing, no checking for anything. Cy buried his face in my shoulder, ran his thick, hot tongue along a rather sensitive spot that had me squirming in his arms, then struck.
There was pain at first, of course, but then that feeling, like pure, liquid heat was flowing through me, consuming me, filled my veins. I felt like if he didn’t ravage me right this moment, hard, fast, without mercy, until I was screaming his name, I’d explode.
The growl that rumbled up my throat did not sound human. Digging my nails into his shoulders, I held on tight and fought to move along with him as he pistoned into me harder, faster, like he took my growl as some sort of challenge.
Pulling away from the wall, he grabbed my ass and lifted me up, forcing me down on him with every powerful, upward thrust as he gave me exactly what it felt like I was dying without. Lifting his head from my shoulder, he met my gaze, blue eyes dark and glittering.
The growl he let out as he watched me fall apart in his arms, taking me so hard, so roughly, I saw stars, sent my channel clenching around him anew.
As if noting this, Cy growled longer, louder, until it sounded like there was a wild animal trapped in the house.
I was clenching him so hard the fit was growing tight, making it harder for him to properly screw my brains out, it was just shy of painful.
The pleasure was so intense I threw my head back, practically convulsing with pleasure in his arms, and screamed.
The sound came out more like a howl but Cy took it for the compliment it was all the same.
“MINE,” Cy snarled, right as he found completion.