Chapter Thirteen
Con thought the Orgasmic Orchid Resort was over the top.
The lobby was elegant yet decadent, featuring shiny marble floors, erotic art, mirrored walls, and heavy red fabrics in the tall windows.
But management was surprisingly cooperative.
They confirmed that George and Mommy stayed at the resort, but no one recalled any visitors.
When he and Rey explored the place, the penis-shaped pool got a giggle from her. The rooms? They were definitely designed for the bed, which occupied center stage, was big enough for an orgy, and was beneath a ceiling of mirrors.
Despite the clean, lavish surroundings, Rey tossed the coverlet onto the floor and checked out the sheets. She sniffed and pronounced them freshly laundered.
When he raised one brow, she said, “I don’t care. No telling what bodily fluids are here.”
“You don’t think people fuck in other hotels?”
“I don’t think they’re named for the deed.” She grabbed her suitcase and wheeled it into the bathroom.
The shower came on. Con flopped onto the bed, snagged the remote, and flipped on the big ass TV which took up half the wall.
Two men were going at it. His cock stirred.
He changed stations. Female and male. The guy’s dick was in her mouth.
Very nice. Channel change. The male was tonguing a female.
From the sounds of it, she was having a great time.
The shower turned off, and he heard Rey bustling around. “Hey, love. Come watch.”
She strolled in from the bathroom, brushing her teeth. Her hand stopped with the back and forth as she stared at the screen. “Turn it off,” she mumbled through a mouth full of toothpaste.
“Not on your life. Spit and come here. I’m getting some pointers. Not that I need them.”
When Rey finally returned, she wore a short, snug tank top and bikini panties. Her hair was unbound and damp. “What did you learn?”
She looked nice. Better than nice. Tasty. Scrumptious. He patted the bed beside him. “I’ll show you.”
“Are all shifters so juvenile?”
“Only the males.”
When she snuggled up alongside him, he turned from the television to inch her panties down her legs and off.
He straddled her thighs, pushing up her tank top, exposing her breasts, and cupping them with his palms. He glanced over his shoulder at the TV.
“She’s bigger, but I prefer quality to quantity. Though you are more than a handful.”
“In more ways than one. Since you’ve got them, what are you going to do with them? That’s the question.” She grabbed the remote and clicked off the television.
“Taste test.” He bent forward and sucked a nipple into his mouth. When it was a hard pebble, he bit. Just enough that she winced and moaned.
He licked and moved on to the other breast, giving it the same attention. But Con wanted to be elsewhere. When he scooted further down her legs, he nibbled her stomach and kissed his way downward.
She squirmed, probably guessing where he was heading.
Once he got to the juncture between her thighs, he spread her wider, kicking her legs over his shoulders. Con used his thumbs to open her to his view. “Luscious.” His tongue flicked out, and he licked. Back and forth. Again and again until she whimpered.
Rey’s hands tangled in his hair, pressing him closer. He liked a female who knew what she wanted.
Con tormented her—licking, nibbling on her clit, sticking his tongue inside her.
Rey’s body responded. Her hips bounced off the bed, and she screamed. “Con.” She trembled.
He didn’t wait for her orgasm to pass. He rose and settled on top of her, his arms stiff. With one hand, he grabbed his dick and shoved it into her. No slow entry. No gentle strokes. Slam. He was inside.
Con waited for Rey to adjust before he pounded in and out of her. “Look up.” His voice was raspy.
She gasped when she glanced at the mirrors on the ceiling, but her gaze remained fixed on their images.
At this pace, he wouldn’t last. She was wet, tight, and warm. He thrust deep and stopped, his groin pressed to her body. Con took a breath.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, the words between panted breaths.
“Nothing. Wait a minute.” If he didn’t pause, he’d spill like a young shifter taking his first female.
She clawed at his back, urging him to move as she locked her ankles around his thighs.
“Patience. Unless you want me to pull out.”
“You wouldn’t dare.” When he drew his hips up, she squeezed him tighter. “Don’t,” she pleaded.
“You want my cock.”
“I want your cock.”
“What do you like about it?”
“It’s big. It’s thick. It’s mine,” she purred.
“For the moment.”
Rey laughed. “For as long as I want it.”
“You’re sure?”
She wiggled forward and backward, urging him deeper.
He almost came right then.
“I’m positive.”
“Then take it, love.”
Her muscles tightened around him, her pleasure squeezing him. He hammered deep. Womb deep. And hard. When Con leaned over her, he crushed his lips to her mouth, slamming his tongue inside, exploring, owning.
Rey responded to the thorough, mind-numbing kiss. Her hands left his back and rode up and down his arms until she stroked his chest, her palms settling on his pecs.
He stiffened above her, watching where his hips pumped between her thighs. But Con wanted her neck. So he collapsed on top of Rey, pinning her to the mattress, his lips nibbling at her throat. He grazed her with his teeth.
That’s all it would take. One taste and she’d be his.
Her life would be tied to his. He would be linked to her for the rest of his days. Would it be so bad?
“Bite me,” she said, her plea matching his own desire.
He fought his wolf, who growled and clawed to reach the surface.
No.
Con realized that the urge to mate was in Rey also. The human female felt the same compulsion he did, but she didn’t understand what it would mean. She couldn’t possibly grasp the feral nature that drove him.
Struggling to maintain control, he jerked his mouth off her neck and powered his hips forward, backward, her legs still locked around him.
He argued with himself and with his wolf.
All he wanted was to fuck this female until she screamed.
Until his seed filled her body. That’s all.
Con didn’t want her linked to him for life.
Her sounds changed, snapping him out of his self-talk. She grew more agitated. Needy. “Yes, Con. Please.”
His rhythm sped up, more frantic as he pushed them closer to the edge. Her sheath clenched his cock. Damn. He wasn’t going to last.
“Come now, Rey,” he ordered.
She did. He felt her body quiver as she shouted, “Faster. Harder.”
He obliged. He slammed in and out until she stilled beneath him. Con shoved his hands under her ass and raised her off the bed. Wanting Rey, needing her, he drove toward his own release.
Growling, Con snapped at her when she tried to move. His claws dug into the mattress, ripping it. His cock surged forward and his balls tightened. He erupted. His cum raced into her, filling her but not claiming her as his own.
Drained of all thoughts and energy, Con fell to the bed, rolling, wrapping his arms around Rey, and taking her with him.
She tucked her head against his chest. After what seemed like forever, she said, “I wanted you to bite me. That’s crazy. Right?”
He nodded but figured she couldn’t see him. “Yeah. Crazy.” He kept his voice low, his throat gravelly.
She looked up at him. “Why didn’t you?”
What to say? “You don’t really want that, Rey.”
“Why not?”
“It’s a wolf thing. I’d make you my mate. It would change your life forever.”
Her only answer was, “Hmm.”