Steel Beauty
Page 17
He growled, his fists clenching. “You need to rest.”
“I can rest. After.” She allowed the top to fall off her, her hands moving to the front clasp of her bra.
“Did you know the chemicals released during orgasm can help control pain?”
His gaze left her breasts to collide with hers. A wicked smile was beginning to curl his lips. “So orgasmsare good for you?”
She nodded, giving him her most innocent, come-hither look. She bit her lip and unclasped the bra,allowing her breasts to spill free. Her nipples were already beaded in the cool air. “And you don’t wantme to feel any pain. Right, Rick?”
“What? Oh. No. No pain.”
His absent tone nearly made her laugh. She held the seductive pose with some difficulty. Her fingersslipped to the snap of her jeans. He whimpered as she drew the zipper down as slowly as she could.
She bit her lip to keep from grinning as he rushed to remove her boots. He stood and dropped them tothe floor, staring as she shimmied out of her tight jeans.
He gulped as her bare pussy was revealed. She didn’t know if he’d forgotten she’d gone without pantiesthat morning.
He nearly tripped over his own feet as he hastily ripped his own clothing off. She finally allowed the grinto break free as she leaned back against the pillow and began absently stroking her clit.
“Dear God, woman. Are you trying to kill me?”
She moaned in response, shutting her eyes as the sensation of her own fingers stroking her pussy beganto overwhelm her. She wanted desperately to thrust her hips upwards to increase the sensation but knewbetter than to try it.
She felt the bed dip as Rick joined her. His big hand covered hers, stopping the motion of her fingers.
Now it was her turn to whimper.
“Allow me.” One long, strong, thick finger entered her, finding just the right spot to rub against. She gasped as she flung her head back against the pillow. He took advantage of her exposed neck, sucking and biting hard enough to leave a mark. The scrape of his beard only heightened her pleasure, sending shivers down her spine as his hand stroked her closer and closer to orgasm.
His mouth left her neck and worked its way down to her breast. He suckled her, harder and harder,matching the rhythm of his finger to the rhythm of his lips until she had no choice but to move against him.
“Uh-uh. Stay still.” His hand left her pussy to press at her hip, stilling her movements. “No pain, Belle.”
“You’re kidding me, right?”
His wicked grin flashed across his face; that glorious red hair of his was golden brown, letting her knowher eyes had definitely changed. “I’m going to fuck you until you don’t remember your own name, butonly if you stay perfectly still.”
“I’m not sure I can stay still.” She reached up and brushed her hands across his furry chest. “Besides, you know how much you love it when I buck back.” She tempted him again with a glimpse of her tongue against her lips, loving how his grin faltered.
It didn’t take long for the grin to return. “You’re right, I do.” He picked her up, ignoring her squawk ofsurprise, and placed her feet on the floor. He turned her around, pushing her shoulders until her face wasonce again buried in the bedspread.
“Y’know, Fido, there’s more than one position. Even for a dog.”
“Belle.”
She could hear the laughter in his voice as he took hold of her hands, holding her down. The head of hiscock nudged the opening of her pussy. “There’s the cowgirl position.” He sputtered a laugh as he beganto slowly push inside her. “Then there’s the lap dance position.” He began slowly fucking her, nibbling onher neck, and she started to lose her train of thought. “There’s, um, missionary. Yeah, miss…oh, rightthere.”
He nipped at her neck sharply, causing her to see stars. She needed him to bite her in the worst way.
“Any others?”
“Others? Oh, right. There’s…can’t you go any faster?”
He slapped her ass and she yelped. “How fast would you like me to go?”
She began slamming back against him, setting the pace. “How’s this?” She panted.
“Good.” His voice sounded strangled. “Very good.” He began matching her stroke for stroke, building
the fire between them. “You’re gonna make me come, my Luna.”
“Oh, God, Oh God.” She chanted with each thrust. “It’s so good.”
“Come for me, Luna.” He let go of one of her hands and reached between her thighs, flicking her clit as he bit down into her shoulder. He pierced her skin with his teeth, growling. She screamed, coming so hard his cock nearly got pushed out of her pussy.
His Wolf howled as his hips jerked, coming so deep inside her she swore she could taste him.
She barely felt him pulling out, picking her up, and placing her on the comforter. She was asleep withinseconds, thoroughly sated, a contented smile on her lips.
Rick was surprised at how quiet things had been, considering how furious Belle had been the nightbefore about the whole telepathic thing. Although the make-up sex had been amazing, he was surprisedshe’d decided to let it go. She’d gone to the restaurant that morning with a cheery wave and a smile after
they’d finished breakfast. She even let him know she was planning on working through dinner. She’d made a face when he told her about the Pack meeting that night, but she’d agreed and, feeling that she’d somehow let him off easy, he let her go without any further interference. He got the feeling that perhaps the Pumas didn’t get together as often as the Wolves and made a mental note to discuss that with her.
And here she was at the Pack meeting, all bundled up warm and cozy. He’d brought her a lawn chair tosit in, hoping to ease the pain he knew she was in. He planned on taking her home after the meeting,tucking her in under a nice, warm blanket, and personally massaging every inch of her sweet, creamyskin.
He began slowly opening his mind, allowing the others into his thoughts. He could hear each of themquieting their minds, preparing themselves for his nightly speech.
“WHO LET THE DOGS OUT! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF!”
Rick flinched, his eyes nearly crossing, as the loud, grating music poured into his mind from…
Oh, Belle. You are in deep, deep shit.
He turned to find his mate curled up in the chair he’d brought her, her head bopping merrily to the tunecoming from the iPod she’d turned on. She smiled at him cheerfully, waggling her fingers at him as her toetapped the beat. He could hear her singing along in his head, especially the part where they sang, “adoggie is nuttin’ if he don’t have a bone”.
“I can rest. After.” She allowed the top to fall off her, her hands moving to the front clasp of her bra.
“Did you know the chemicals released during orgasm can help control pain?”
His gaze left her breasts to collide with hers. A wicked smile was beginning to curl his lips. “So orgasmsare good for you?”
She nodded, giving him her most innocent, come-hither look. She bit her lip and unclasped the bra,allowing her breasts to spill free. Her nipples were already beaded in the cool air. “And you don’t wantme to feel any pain. Right, Rick?”
“What? Oh. No. No pain.”
His absent tone nearly made her laugh. She held the seductive pose with some difficulty. Her fingersslipped to the snap of her jeans. He whimpered as she drew the zipper down as slowly as she could.
She bit her lip to keep from grinning as he rushed to remove her boots. He stood and dropped them tothe floor, staring as she shimmied out of her tight jeans.
He gulped as her bare pussy was revealed. She didn’t know if he’d forgotten she’d gone without pantiesthat morning.
He nearly tripped over his own feet as he hastily ripped his own clothing off. She finally allowed the grinto break free as she leaned back against the pillow and began absently stroking her clit.
“Dear God, woman. Are you trying to kill me?”
She moaned in response, shutting her eyes as the sensation of her own fingers stroking her pussy beganto overwhelm her. She wanted desperately to thrust her hips upwards to increase the sensation but knewbetter than to try it.
She felt the bed dip as Rick joined her. His big hand covered hers, stopping the motion of her fingers.
Now it was her turn to whimper.
“Allow me.” One long, strong, thick finger entered her, finding just the right spot to rub against. She gasped as she flung her head back against the pillow. He took advantage of her exposed neck, sucking and biting hard enough to leave a mark. The scrape of his beard only heightened her pleasure, sending shivers down her spine as his hand stroked her closer and closer to orgasm.
His mouth left her neck and worked its way down to her breast. He suckled her, harder and harder,matching the rhythm of his finger to the rhythm of his lips until she had no choice but to move against him.
“Uh-uh. Stay still.” His hand left her pussy to press at her hip, stilling her movements. “No pain, Belle.”
“You’re kidding me, right?”
His wicked grin flashed across his face; that glorious red hair of his was golden brown, letting her knowher eyes had definitely changed. “I’m going to fuck you until you don’t remember your own name, butonly if you stay perfectly still.”
“I’m not sure I can stay still.” She reached up and brushed her hands across his furry chest. “Besides, you know how much you love it when I buck back.” She tempted him again with a glimpse of her tongue against her lips, loving how his grin faltered.
It didn’t take long for the grin to return. “You’re right, I do.” He picked her up, ignoring her squawk ofsurprise, and placed her feet on the floor. He turned her around, pushing her shoulders until her face wasonce again buried in the bedspread.
“Y’know, Fido, there’s more than one position. Even for a dog.”
“Belle.”
She could hear the laughter in his voice as he took hold of her hands, holding her down. The head of hiscock nudged the opening of her pussy. “There’s the cowgirl position.” He sputtered a laugh as he beganto slowly push inside her. “Then there’s the lap dance position.” He began slowly fucking her, nibbling onher neck, and she started to lose her train of thought. “There’s, um, missionary. Yeah, miss…oh, rightthere.”
He nipped at her neck sharply, causing her to see stars. She needed him to bite her in the worst way.
“Any others?”
“Others? Oh, right. There’s…can’t you go any faster?”
He slapped her ass and she yelped. “How fast would you like me to go?”
She began slamming back against him, setting the pace. “How’s this?” She panted.
“Good.” His voice sounded strangled. “Very good.” He began matching her stroke for stroke, building
the fire between them. “You’re gonna make me come, my Luna.”
“Oh, God, Oh God.” She chanted with each thrust. “It’s so good.”
“Come for me, Luna.” He let go of one of her hands and reached between her thighs, flicking her clit as he bit down into her shoulder. He pierced her skin with his teeth, growling. She screamed, coming so hard his cock nearly got pushed out of her pussy.
His Wolf howled as his hips jerked, coming so deep inside her she swore she could taste him.
She barely felt him pulling out, picking her up, and placing her on the comforter. She was asleep withinseconds, thoroughly sated, a contented smile on her lips.
Rick was surprised at how quiet things had been, considering how furious Belle had been the nightbefore about the whole telepathic thing. Although the make-up sex had been amazing, he was surprisedshe’d decided to let it go. She’d gone to the restaurant that morning with a cheery wave and a smile after
they’d finished breakfast. She even let him know she was planning on working through dinner. She’d made a face when he told her about the Pack meeting that night, but she’d agreed and, feeling that she’d somehow let him off easy, he let her go without any further interference. He got the feeling that perhaps the Pumas didn’t get together as often as the Wolves and made a mental note to discuss that with her.
And here she was at the Pack meeting, all bundled up warm and cozy. He’d brought her a lawn chair tosit in, hoping to ease the pain he knew she was in. He planned on taking her home after the meeting,tucking her in under a nice, warm blanket, and personally massaging every inch of her sweet, creamyskin.
He began slowly opening his mind, allowing the others into his thoughts. He could hear each of themquieting their minds, preparing themselves for his nightly speech.
“WHO LET THE DOGS OUT! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF!”
Rick flinched, his eyes nearly crossing, as the loud, grating music poured into his mind from…
Oh, Belle. You are in deep, deep shit.
He turned to find his mate curled up in the chair he’d brought her, her head bopping merrily to the tunecoming from the iPod she’d turned on. She smiled at him cheerfully, waggling her fingers at him as her toetapped the beat. He could hear her singing along in his head, especially the part where they sang, “adoggie is nuttin’ if he don’t have a bone”.
