Page 21 of Claiming Starlight
When he looked at her again, she’d covered her face with her hands. This was her first morning after, and baby didn’t know what to do with herself. “You hungry, baby?”
It was a simple question. He’d start off easy.
She shook her head.
“Words.” He reminded her.
“I usually eat later. It feels early,” Sophie murmured, turning her head away from him, pulling her arms and legs up so that he wasn't nudging her with his thigh.
She wanted to play chase again? Oh, he was up for that. Tugging the sheet and blanket, he slid them down her body. She yelped, groping for them, tying to protect herself. With a single yank, he snapped them off the bed. “It is early. Got some things to do today. Talking to my friend about getting you some birth control is one. We’re not waiting on that.”
Speaking through her hands, she said, “Okay.”
“That’s right. That’s okay.” He put his hand on her stomach, looking her over. There were fresh minor bruises from his hands, but she wasn’t looking too abused.He wanted to give her more, dirty her fine and proper.
“I need a shower, please.”
“Not yet.”
Peeking back at him for clarification, her eyes snapped shut, and she turned on her side away from him, trying to hide.
The one hand became two. He flipped her over to her stomach, earned himself another cute little yelp.
This girl had all his favorite bits. Scouting her shape with his hands, he got close to pay attention to her interesting areas. The dip in her spine, the curve of her ass, and that place behind the knees where light touches would tickle.
She wiggled as he explored, making noises into the mattress. Returning to her ass again, he kneaded the flesh, sank his fingers into it, squeezing, pinching.
Sophie yelped, trying to escape, fragile and sensitive. He smacked one cheek, watched it bounce and redden, then spanked the other. She screeched.
He didn’t know what was more satisfying, the way her skin gave him a clear pink handprint or the sound she made.
“Look at this ass of yours. Damn, it’s fine.” He drew the words out in his worst Spanish, South Bloc drawl.
It was the first language his people learned in this world, picking up from Apocalypse Day survivors. The shifters fit right in with the gangs that looked a lot like their shifter packs. The red-blood style of life mimicked home, without some of the same enemies, drug running, and fancy shit to make life fun, but other things felt familiar.
Their women knew what a man expected, knew what to do with a fine thick ass. This baby needed some school, but she’d pick it up quick enough.
"What did I do wrong?" She wanted to know.
"Wrong? I don't think it's wrong to be made for fucking. I'd say everything is right." He palmed the heart shape of her bottom, fingers dipping into creases, before smacking the bouncy flesh again. Once, twice. Four times. He watched her bottom turn red and warm under his hand with just those restrained swats.
She cried, "But that hurts!"
He laughed. She was adorable. "Does it? Can't help myself. Fuck, this ass is delicious."
She craned her neck to look back at him, and he grinned at her before spreading her cheeks wide for a proper inspection. The crease was deep, smelling ripe of sex and sweat. She smelled of life, living, and woman—all his favorite things. Burying his face in the split, stealing a taste, he found her little back entrance and swiped his tongue across that too.
Sophie was making all kinds of protesting noises, scandalized to the depths of her innocent red-blood heart. The girl might never understand his need to taste her everywhere or that every flavor of her human body appealed to his predator appetite. Didn’t matter. He wasn’t standing around asking permission. Digging his fingers in until he knew for sure there would be fingerprint bruises, he licked her again and again.
She tried to buck, but his weight pinned her. Struggling against him, she kicked out her leg. Far from harming him, it didn’t matter; this resistance would not continue. He’d told her already about hitting him.
It was time for school then. Micah sat back, dragged her across his lap. Much less playful this time, he gave her a true spanking. Ten hard, stinging swats landed before she knew what was happening.
“Please! Micah!”
"Time for a lesson, yeah? You forget who this ass belongs to?"
“Please. Hurts!” she cried.
