Page 22 of Feral

It was the perfect sign of domination. The most intimate of connections. The most powerful of trusts. Her ultimate submission. The fact that someone as strong and self-sufficient as Natalie would be sprawled over her bed, parting her knees even wider as I watched, openly giving herself to me to claim her ass, blew my mind.

When she wiggled her hips, I carefully pulled from her the plug she’d taken so beautifully. Dropped it on the bed. My hand was covered in lube from coating my dick, and I wanted to ensure she was as slick as possible. I was big. It was clear she’d done this before—she wasn’t nervous or tense, only eager—and I tried to push that thought away or I’d have to go hunt the guy down and kill him. But he’d just been practice for her. Still, I assumed I was bigger based on the way she’d stared, almost bug eyed, when I took my jeans off.

I wouldn’t hurt her. Sure, I’d spank her ass, definitely fuck it. But I’d never, ever hurt her. So when I easily slipped one finger into her tight back entrance without any negative response from Natalie, I added a second. Only then did she moan and push back, taking the two digits even deeper. I added a third and dripped more lube from the bottle over them, working it in. When I held my fingers still, she thrust back, lightly fucking herself on them. That was when I knew. It was time.

I grabbed her tank top and slid my fingers free, using it to wipe the excess lube off. With one hand, I aligned my dick up at her prepared hole and pressed then grabbed her hips.

I was careful. Slow. I took my time to let her relax, and I watched as she finally began to flower open, wider and wider. She moaned into the bedding as the head of my dick stretched her open. All at once, with the lube aiding the way, I popped past that tight ring of muscle and got inside her. She clenched around me as I held myself still, let her adjust.

Her fingers clenched the quilt as she groaned, low and deep at my entry. Her pussy was dripping, her arousal shiny and slick down the inside of her thighs. When I reached around her hips, I found her clit all hard and swollen. Her body was responsive, awakening her need to be taken like this.

“Bad girls get a dick in their ass, but good girls get it deep and get to come.”

She moaned.

I dropped one hand on the bed by her hip as I began to slowly work my way into her. Back and forth, a little more of my dick each time. Shit, it felt so good. Tight. Hot as hell.

“Ever had anything like this in you before, angel?” I breathed. Sweat dotted my brow at my restraint.

She shook her head, her red hair a wild tangle about her face. Her eyes were closed, her mouth parted.

“Do you want me to tell you what I see? I see a gorgeous woman all feisty and wild, tamed by a big dick. Don’t worry, I won’t give away your secret, that you like me to take control, that you’ll lift your ass and give it to me.”

“Rob,” she begged. I wasn’t sure if she wanted even more or if she liked it when I said filthy things.

“Only me, Natalie. I’m the only one who will see you like this. The only one whose dick will bottom out in this tight hole. The only one who will ever hear you scream your pleasure as you milk the cum from my balls.”

“Oh my God,” she moaned. “I’m going to come from you talking.”

I grinned. Fuck, that alone felt good. The feel of her so tight and hot practically strangling my dick was going to finish me too soon. I’d just given her all of my inches, and my balls were pulled up tight. I felt the need to come build at the base of my spine.

I began to move then, pulling back so that only the flared head was caught inside her, then filled her all the way a second time. She began to move then, to shift her hips in a motion that made her need grow. I loved her wantonness. I watched her carefully, adjusting my pace to how she liked it, to the way she moaned, begged, pushed back.

Words came from her lips, but they were lost on me. All breathy and full of need. I knew how she felt. I wasn’t going to last much longer. I reached around again and found her clit, all distended and hard. Flicked it once.

She clenched down on me and moaned. I flicked it again, this time harder, and she screamed, “Yes!”

When I pushed into her all the way for the last time and came, I pinched her clit, setting her off. As I shot my cum into her hot ass, she clenched down, ensuring she took all of it deep into her.

Sweat bloomed across her skin, her moans and sounds of pleasure filled the air. I couldn’t do anything but absorb the heat of her. I saw my mate lost in her own epic orgasm. I breathed in the musky scent of our fucking, untamed and wild. I wanted to taste the sweat on her skin, but I didn’t dare get my mouth near her. Not now, not when I was in the throes of the best orgasm of my life.

It couldn’t get better than this. Well, it could. It would when I officially claimed her. I had to wonder, if I felt like I was going blind by coming in her ass, I’d surely die of pleasure when I sank my teeth into her and marked her forever as mine.

11

WILLOW

“Um, wow.”

After how dominant Rob was in bed—and out, I wouldn’t have taken him for a cuddler. But there I was, wrapped up in his arms, the soft fur of his chest tickling my back. He’d brought a washcloth to clean me up, and he now lay behind me, his muscled arm draped over my waist, his hand cupping my breast.

“Tell me about yourself, Natalie Shefield.” Idly, his thumb played with my nipple which was quite distracting. Even after everything we’d just done—and my bottom was a little sore—his touch was arousing.

I winced at the name.Natalie Shefield.It sounded so wrong on his lips. I wasn’t the sappy type, but damn if I didn’t want to hear my real name in his deep rumble right now, especially after what we did. There didn’t need to be affection or commitment tied to sex. Hell, I was the queen of that country. With Rob, it felt different. The connection was intense, almost visceral and perhaps that was why it felt so guilty. That while I gave myself to him so completely just a few minutes ago with my body, I could only lie to him with my words now.

There couldn’t be any truth in my words, that therealme had to remain a secret. Not only outright lying but lying by omission too.

I rolled in his arms to face him. Up close, I could see his dark beard coming in. He was the kind of guy who had to shave every day. I wondered if he ever grew a beard, maybe in the winter and what he’d look like. Hell, what it would feel brushing over my thighs.