18. Feral
18
FERAL
EVAN
G oddess, I don’t think I’ve ever cared to make a woman laugh before, but the sound of Tessa’s joy grabs me by the balls. I usually only cared to make a woman moan and cry—mostly in pleasure. Now, I want more. Everything.
Tessa has had a fucked-up life. For her to still laugh is a testament to her character. Her strength.
All I’ve wanted is to claim her mouth, with my lips. And my cock .
“We should go find somewhere else to make memories,” she suggests in a sultry voice that has me utterly consumed with need.
When she suggests getting out of here, it takes everything in me to remain calm and not drag her out in a caveman frenzy so I can taste her luscious lips. Both sets.
I’ve never met anyone who could rile me the way she does. I tried for so long to suppress my attraction to her, but it appears I don’t need to do that anymore.
I throw some cash on the table to pay for our drinks.
Tessa grasps my hand and pulls me to standing. I love that she’s as eager as I am to get out of here. “Do you trust me?” she asks.
Do I?
Yeah, I think I trust her more than anyone I’ve ever met. Sure, there was that whole thing where she was spying on us, but she was rightfully scared for her life when she did it. The actual issue was that she couldn’t allow herself to trust us. She shouldn’t have, but I’m glad she eventually did.
And because she did, she saved me from Instant’s clutches and Death’s hold. She didn’t have to. She could have let Instant eat my soul and saved herself.
“I trust you.” I squeeze her hand.
She blesses me with a wide, almost wicked grin. Then everything goes dark.
I’m about to gasp for air when I blink again, finding myself outside at a vista point with twinkling city lights sprawling out before us.
“What the…?” I spin, seeing we’re in the middle of a dense forest. “Where are we?” I clutch my chest when it feels like an icy dread hit it.
“One of my old haunts.” Tessa places her hand over my chest, and my heart stutters with her touch. “I should have warned you about Death’s power feeling a bit cold.”
Understatement .
Then she smirks. “But you sort of deserve a shake up.”
“This is revenge?” I shake my head and fortunately, my body warms again. “Plan to end me out here?”
“Oh, I don’t need to take you anywhere to end you.” Then she laughs wickedly. Full cackle mode.
“Tessa,” I warn. “Quit teasing me or…”
“Or what?” she taunts, pushing out her butt and wiggling it. “You’ll spank me?”
“Do you want me to spank you?” I ask, stepping closer and curious as fuck.
“Maybe some other time when I get used to the idea. Right now, I want you to kiss me.” She snatches my coat’s lapels and pulls me closer.
My hands wrap around her waist, and I grip her tightly so our bodies are flush. “Why should I give a naughty girl what she wants?”
“Because I’m no girl.” She challenges me. “I’m a fucking woman.”
Yes, she fucking is. She’s a goddess-damned queen, and now I want her to suffocate me with her cunt, sitting on my face as I tongue-fuck her to oblivion.
I grasp the back of her head by her long, lush hair and angle her face to mine. My mouth crashes down onto hers. Our tongues whip and tangle together, and she gives as good as she gets. I never craved a woman to kiss me like this—without restraint.
But now I might not want anything else.
Her hands explore the planes of my chest and move down my well-defined abs. She hums her approval and slides her hands down to stroke my cock over my slacks.
Fucking hell. I’m so worked up that I might just come with the touch. Which makes no sense to my normally controlled way I need to enjoy sex.
Tessa unleashes something feral inside me. I’d be more worried if I didn’t know she was my equal… no, she’s my better. If I fuck up and hurt her, she could rip my soul out right from my body.
She unbuckles my pants, and her warm hand slips around my iron-hard cock.
“Fuck,” I hiss over her lips. I reach down and pick her up by her thighs.
She wraps her legs around me and grinds against my freed member. Nothing more than a thin piece of lacy underwear preventing me from sinking into her wet heat.
There’s a smooth, flat boulder a few steps away, and I set her down on the edge so she’s at the perfect height to fuck into her.
I kiss her senseless while I hook my fingers around her underwear straps, working them down her legs. “I need to taste your honey from its source.”
I drop to my knees, uncaring if I make a muddy mess of my expensive suit.
Tessa braces herself on her elbows and watches with hooded eyes as I take a slow, deliberate swipe from her entrance to her clit. Then I suck on the engorged bud, and she moans, her head dropping back.
Thank fuck, the moon is out, so I can watch her come undone.
“Eyes on me, wildcat,” I command. “Watch while I fuck your pretty pussy with my mouth.”
She smirks at the nickname and lifts her head so she can watch me devour her.
Her whimpers and moans make me wish I could stay here forever, worshiping her.
I can tell she’s close. My natural instinct is to demand she beg to come, but it doesn’t feel right. Not this time. No, tonight is about dropping everything and just being with her. I don’t need to play a role here. I can be unapologetically me.
“Come for me, sweetheart.”
When I sink two fingers inside her and stimulate her g-spot, she cries my name out to the night sky, trembling in my hold. Her thick thighs clamp down on my head, and I could die happy.
Well, no, that’s a lie. I’m a selfish bastard. I want to feel her coming, milking my cock before I leave behind my mortal coil.
“Fuck me, Evan, please,” she begs.
Am I really doing this? Wild and carnal out in the woods?
“Are you sure?” I ask, wincing at the question. What if she changes her mind?
“Yes,” she pauses. “Wait, do you not want me like this? Out here?”
She’s worrying I won’t enjoy this unless I’m dominating her.
And usually, with any other woman, the answer would be no. I’d only want someone on their knees or tied down. Sure, I want to do that with Tessa, eventually, but I don’t have to in order to enjoy sex with her.
I stand and pull her body up to meet mine, so she’s sitting perched on the edge of the boulder.
Tessa begins to unbutton my shirt, but I grab my collar and rip the shirt in half, buttons popping and flying everywhere.
Her eyes go wide with surprise, but she immediately recovers and rubs her hands over my bare chest.
I rip both my jacket and shirt off, lifting her off the boulder briefly. I use my clothes as a blanket so I don’t hurt her backside because I plan to fuck her hard and rough.
I yank the top of her dress down, and her full breasts pop out, exposed to the cool night air. Her nipples are rock hard and begging for my attention.
Sucking one and then the other into my mouth, she responds by grinding her drenched pussy against my cock. Fuck. I’ve never fucked a woman unsheathed before. My length sliding through her slick folds and the head of my cock bumping her clit is enough to send my brain offline.
“Fuck, Tessa, you feel like heaven.” I suck and bite along her neck. “So perfect. And I’m not even inside you yet.”
“Then get inside me. Now.” She tilts her hips. “I need to feel you.”
Who am I to deny her?
I notch my cock at her entrance and hold her hips still. I suppose my dominance wants some control over this moment. I sink in slowly. To the point I think both of us are about to scream with urgency for me to start pounding into her heat.
My eyes roll back, and I curse as I appreciate how good she feels wrapped around my girth.
“Eyes on me,” she orders.
Fuck, my dick jerks, enjoying her domme nature. A first for me.
My eyes lock onto hers, and I snap my hips to find myself fully seated inside her.
“Yes,” she breathes out.
I pull back and pump into her again, watching as I disappear into her pussy. “Look how well you take me.”
Her arousal coats my length beautifully and creates vulgar noises in the quiet night. The only other sounds are our heavy breathing, grunts, and moans of pleasure.
I grind into her every time our bodies meet, and she’s beginning to tremble with an impending orgasm. I reach down to properly stimulate her clit.
“Oh, god. I’m gonna…”
“Come all over my cock, Tessa,” I beg—yes, beg. “I want to hear you scream. Claim what’s already yours.”
“Fuck! Evan!” she shouts and spasms around my dick. Her body arches and quakes as she shatters for me.
I’ve never seen such a beautiful sight. It throws me over the edge and my orgasm feels like it comes from my toes, smashing its way up my spine and down into my groin, and gripping my balls.
My strokes become wild and frenzied as I shoot the most cum I ever have before. I grip her so hard, I’m sure I’m going to leave marks.
The thought of marking her as mine only prolongs my bliss. Finally, I collapse on top of her, my face buried at her neck. I suck and bite, and my hips don’t seem to want to stop pumping into her. I know I’m making a mess down there, our combined cum dripping out of her abused cunt.
She shudders with an orgasmic aftershock. Then she cups the sides of my face and brings my lips to hers. “That was…”
“Magical,” I answer when she can’t finish her sentence. “I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard before.”
“It was perfect.” She smiles and consumes my mouth again. Even if she had come harder than when she was with Dante, I know why she says nothing that might suggest a comparison. She can’t comment like that if we’re going to make this work as a polycule.
Although, it gives me an idea to have a competition of how many orgasms we can give her when we have group sex.
We get cleaned up the best we can. Thankfully, Tessa has a few napkins in her purse.
She pops us back to my car, and we begin our drive home with grins on our faces and our fingers laced together in my lap.
“Does this mean I passed your test? Am I boyfriend material?” I ask as we pull into the mansion’s massive garage.
She bursts out in giggles. “There was never a test, silly, and you know it. And yes, you passed,” she says with a wink.