Authors: Melissa Snark
“Jesus,
ahh. Fuck, Josie,” Jared swore. “You’re making this hard.” He thrust his hips against
her, penetrating the outer folds of her pussy with the head of his cock as his
hands dropped to her shoulders and then her hips. He intended to stop her; he
wound up dragging her toward him.
She
laughed at him. “Hard is the operative word, isn’t it? Poor Wolfy, is you
frustrated?” The tail stroking his balls pressed harder; her pussy creamed
against his cock.
“You
can’t tease me and expect to get away with it,” he threatened. Jared shot her a
killing look. Unfortunately, at some point, the damn cat had stopped fearing
him and decided to tease the hell out of him.
Josie
dropped her gaze to his chest. “Are you going to hurt me, Jared?” She tilted
her hips forward. “Are you going to…eat me?”
“Fuck,
yes,” he said, because he could no longer stand it. “I’m going to eat you.”
Startled, the wide-eyed cat jumped, attempting to get away from him, but Jared
had anticipated her movement. His hands locked on her hips, pinning her in
place.
He
went down on his knees and slid his hands to the insides of her thighs, splaying
her legs wide and exposing her heated core. Her pussy was pretty and pink and
glistening. Jared opened his mouth and tasted her with his tongue. He started
at her anus and licked forward to her clit. The stroke of his tongue caused her
hips to buck.
“Jared!”
Josie yelped and reached for his head. Her claws pushed from their delicate
sheathes, gleaming sharp and wicked in the flickering light, and scraped across
his temples. Then her fingers laced through his dark hair. “Wait, please. I’m
sorry. I didn’t mean—I only wanted to play—”
“You
wanted to tease, but no worries, Josie,” he drawled. “Now we’re playing. My my,
look at you. The prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen.” He parted her labia to
expose her clit and flicked it with the tip of his finger. She gasped and
thrummed, and he used the reverberation of her body to set his rhythm.
Mouth
open wide, Jared thrust his tongue into the delicate folds of her pussy,
tasting her spice and heat. Josie mewed and moved against his face, fucking his
mouth with her rocking hips. Her tail twitched like crazy, communicating a
rhapsody of need.
Jared
eased one finger inside her silken channel. He fucked her with the single
digit, moving in and out at an easy pace, well aware that it wouldn’t be hard
or fast enough to arouse anything but frustration.
Josie
arched against him and gazed up with amazed blue eyes. Her hips begged for
more, lifting toward his mouth. “Jared, please,” she pleaded.
He
chuckled, a low and throaty sound emanating from deep in his chest. “Tell me
what you want.”
Josie
whimpered and her tail thrashed in aggravation, lashing his leg. Abruptly, her
tail wrapped serpentine about his thigh, constricting with impressive strength.
The fingers in his hair punished him for his audacity, yanking hard on the
captive strands. Jared withdrew his finger and her resistance crumbled.
“I
want to come,” Josie begged. “Please, Jared. Fuck me with your mouth…”
Pretty
begging deserved to be rewarded, and Jared returned one finger to her pussy and
then another, entering her with a firm, twisting thrust. She moaned her
satisfaction and he repeated the motion. “Fuck, I could play with you all
night, Josie.”
On
the fourth thrust, her vaginal muscles went into spasm, a small contraction at
first. Then another followed, faster and harder, and Jared laved his tongue
across Josie’s clit, savoring the honeyed ambrosia.
Josie
climaxed and her tiny body writhed in ecstasy. She arched her back so her hips
lifted from the counter, every muscle drawn taut. Jared stroked his hand across
her hip and lower back, massaging the straining muscles.
Jared
kept pace on her clit, tormenting the tiny bud without mercy, and used his long
tongue to penetrate her tight pussy, exploring every nook and cranny of her
sex. He held her fast as she reached a second orgasm, feasting on her pretty
pink clit.
“More?
Do you want to go again, Josie?” Jared asked, tilting his head. The sound of
Josie’s racing heart filled his ears, a most erotic music. When he turned his
face, the soft fur of her abdomen rose against his cheek, the product of her
heavy panting. As Jared eased his ministrations, Josie’s body subsided.
“No,”
she said. Her fingers tugged on his hair, urging him higher along her body. “Jared,
I need you. Fuck me.”
Jared
rose and tilted her hips back on the counter to get a better look at his meal.
His compliant, pliable werecat rolled her hips, obeying his touch, limp and
gorgeous in the awful artificial light. Josie wore his scent—his pretty little
pussy, his treat, his toy, his friend. He ran his hands over her beautiful
breasts, agitating her nipples with calloused palms, deriving satisfaction from
the way she mewled and gasped.
He
locked his hands on her hips and pulled her toward his erect cock, which stood
straight out from his body. He positioned the head against her pussy. Josie’s
blazing blue eyes opened and she blinked until her vision focused on his face.
“Jared—”
she whimpered.
“Ah,
Josie, you were made for fucking.” Jared gripped her hips and yanked her to
him. He rammed his stiff cock home to the balls. Those slick, tight muscles
grabbed hold of his rod, leaving him panting. He remained still, allowing her
body to adjust, relishing every small contraction of her pussy.
“What
do you think, now, Josie? Are we playing like you wanted?” Jared asked, running
praising hands across her small breasts. Her nipples were perky nubs, begging
to be tasted, and he lowered his mouth to flick one with his tongue.
Her
head came up, blue eyes blazing. Josie regarded him with a wicked smirk. “I got
what I wanted,” she boasted. With the uncanny limberness that blew his mind,
she sat forward and twisted. Her hand snaked between them and gripped his balls
and the base of his cock.
His
ability to think, to speak, dissolved into a red haze. Jared’s jaw worked but
he submitted to her touch. Obligingly, he slid a few inches out of her pussy to
enable her exploration. Her clever fingers caressed his balls and then
encircled the base of his shaft. The all-consuming throbbing between his legs
demanded satisfaction—to take,
to impale
, to use her for his own
pleasure. The violence of his beast frightened him and he muzzled it with his
last ounce of self-control.
Josie
satisfied her curiosity and smiled up at him with her eyes and her lips. “My,
what a big tool you have, wolf,” she teased as her hands settled on his hips.
“All
the better to penetrate you with, kitty.” Jared laughed, savoring her
submission, for however long it lasted. He thrust his hips against her core
once, taking great care not to hurt her.
Then
he caught a glimmer of determination in her eyes and her legs wrapped tight
about his hips, locking at the calf. She rocked against him and he responded
with a shallow thrust of his hips.
“Josie,”
he ground out.
“Jared,”
she snapped. “Shut up and fuck me.”
Damn
cat intended to kill him. Jared closed his eyes, breathing slow and deep. He
restrained his impatient wolf and shoved it deep down, suppressing his worst
impulses. It was difficult but, when he opened his eyes again, only the man
remained.
He
stayed in her for a long time, riding her with small, controlled thrusts. Sweat
created a vibrant sheen on his skin and the exertion became painful. And Josie
fought him, straining to take more of his cock, pulling him to her with her
hands and legs, pitting her not inconsiderable strength against his.
Her
stamina gave out long before his; Josie finally stopped pushing for more and
submitted. Her supplicating hands slipped down his chest.
“Jared,
please,” she begged. “Make me come. I want to feel—”
Jared
grunted and leaned back to slide his hand between them, brushing her
experienced fingers aside. He was at the end of his rope anyway. Parting her
pussy, his fingers found her clit and closed on the nub, thrumming to heighten
her torment.
“Beg
pretty,” he commanded.
“Please,
please, please…pretty please,” Josie chanted, fucking herself on his cock with
her helpless writhing. He wound her up, causing her to sweat and moan and
finally quake in pleasure. In the end, she screamed for him.
The
contraction of her tight vaginal walls around his cock pushed him over the
edge. The spasm started in his balls, moving through him like a chain of
lightning. His vision went white so he closed his eyes, and every muscle in his
body grew rigid with the physical exertion of remaining still.
He
growled, long and low, declaring his dominance with a cry as primitive and
primal as the blood of the wolf running through his veins. In that moment,
Jared died inside her sheath. Josie wrapped herself around him like a mink and
purred loud enough to send reverberations through the tiny room. Panting, Jared
met his own accusatory gaze in the mirror.
So much for good intentions.
Day
6
“Ooph.”
Jared’s breath expelled from his lungs with the sudden addition of Josephine
atop his chest. The cot creaked under the strain of their combined weight.
The
curious blue-eyed cat shoved her head between the werewolf and his book. He had
been ignoring her for hours to read. It was unacceptable. “Whatcha doing?”
“Plotting
to take over the world. What the hell does it look like I’m doing?” He closed
his book.
“Don’t
be surly.” She stuck the pad of her palm against his chin and brushed his lips
with her knuckles. “No one likes a grumpy werewolf.”
“Funny,
I don’t recall ever worrying about my popularity.”
“You
should.” Josephine watched as he set the book aside. “Does Shakespeare say
anything about cats?”
Beneath
her, Jared contemplated in silence, his chest rising and falling with
comfortable regularity. “In Othello, he says, ‘Drown thyself? Drown cats and
blind puppies.’”
“Ouch!
Hey, no claws!” Jared jumped as Josephine’s claws dug into his bare chest; he
grabbed her and lifted her. His laughter echoed through the small cell.
“Something
more flattering.”
“Henry
IV: ‘I am as vigilant as a cat to steal cream.’” He lowered her to rest upon
his chest again.
“Better.”
Josephine allowed a purr to erupt from her throat, demonstrating her pleasure. “You’re
growing a beard,” Josie said, stroking her palm across Jared’s cheek. His
facial fur was short and rough but she liked it. It was good to be able to
touch him whenever and however she wanted.
“It
happens when I can’t shave,” he replied with a grunt. Her wolf regarded her
from beneath lowered eyelids. He looked sleepy but the tension in his long body
said otherwise.
Footsteps
sounded from above them.
“They’re
coming. Get over in the corner and cower,” Jared sat up on the cot, dislodging
Josephine in the process. Naturally, she landed on her feet but she resented
the loss of her lover’s comfortable chest. Jared seemed to have no issues at
all about being used as a mattress.
“Ask
for something other than cheeseburgers,” Josephine told him, retreating to her
appointed corner.
“Shut
up and try to look submissive,” Jared shot back.
Josephine
opened her mouth to make a pithy reply but then Evangeline entered the basement
with her guards. The werecat shut her mouth; she was smart enough to know when
it was safe to sass back.
“Jared,
isn’t it a wonderful evening.” Evangeline said. The vampire wore a long blue
chiffon gown that dragged on the floor behind her.
“Oh
yeah, it’s a lark,” Jared agreed. His sarcasm passed so high over Evangeline’s
head it soared.
The
vampire beamed as she talked about her party—decorations, music, the guest
list—she went on and on. Jared all but yawned. “I’ve invited a dozen guests to
my party, including three of the most prestigious of my kind in the county,”
she prattled.
“You’re
one of them, right?” Jared asked, arching his brow.
The
vampire stared at him. “One of who?”
“Naturally,”
Jared said with a bland smile. “You’re one of the most prestigious vampires for
miles in every direction.”
Shoving
her hand into her mouth, Josephine stifled a laugh. At the same time, she bit
her fingers. Jared’s cavalier attitude scared her. If he pissed off Evangeline
before he got out of the cage, he might never escape.
The
cat’s tiny motion attracted the vampire’s attention. Evangeline glared at
Josephine. “Why is
that
still alive?” she demanded.
Jared’s
entire demeanor transformed from haughty to submissive. It was an abrupt and
awkward transition. “Mistress, as I explained, I get bored. And Carl here keeps
me well fed.”