The Last of His Kind (4 page)

He withdrew
immediately, and a series of open handed swats to her ass followed, swats that
set her skin on fire and had her hovering on the painful edge of release. She
whimpered her need, and he bit her shoulder, his body now curiously cold and
smooth. He roared something in that strange language he'd used before, and
before she could draw another breath he raised one of her legs and drove his
cock into her pussy. She screamed at the sudden invasion, as his huge prick
filled her, the pain notching her own arousal up. He pulled out and thrust
deep, seating himself further with every forceful pump, alternating pumps with
swats to her ass that sent wave after wave of fiery sensation across her skin,
until all awareness centered in her clitoris.
 
Higher and higher she flew, and when he roared his release into her neck,
a hit to the tight bundle of nerves sent her tumbling into the abyss.

Chapter Four

With one last
roar loud enough to shake the room Doric spilled his hot seed inside the tight
pussy clamping down around his cock. Pain travelled from his hip around his
body, his tail swished violently, his claws sliced through the plaster of the
wall, and his whole body shook, as the last of the poison left his system. The
woman in his arms writhed and panted, caught in the grip of her own powerful
orgasm, her sweat-soaked body quivering. Her knees gave way when his cock
slipped out of her tight haven, his seed leaving a red, fiery trail along the
inside of her thigh.

He knew his
species’ seed burned their sexual partners, designed to send them into an
erotic frenzy to allow him to bite and let his seed take hold. An action he
never before had been so tempted to do that his jaw ached and his vision
blurred. He ground his teeth and forced his body back into human form. He swore
softly at the devastation his tail and claws had wrought on Penelope's cozy sitting
room, and he scanned her form anxiously for any sign of damage. He never lost
control like this, damn it. What was it about her?

Her skin was
flushed, and she trembled, her eyes glazed and not quite focused when he took
the makeshift blindfold off. Deeply lost in subspace she murmured
unintelligible sounds of feminine bliss that had his cock hardening again. Some
of his anxiety left him to be replaced by the sharp stab of possessiveness. Her
ass glowed pink from his hand, her spine carried the marks of his claws, and
her perfectly formed small nipples were stiff points of deep red, calling for
his touch. He massaged her breasts, the small handful fitting perfectly into
his palm, and she moaned. Her eyes slowly focused, and a blush stole into her
cheeks, as shivers racked her body. She pushed against him and tried to cover
up her nakedness as best she could with her wrists still bound.

"Don't
look at me like that. I know I'm nothing much to look at."

Her eyes
widened at his roar in response, and he caught her wrists in one hand and
pinned them above her head. He slid his cock along her slit and caught her
groan in his mouth. He deepened the kiss, his teeth mashing with hers, and when
he released her with a sharp nip to her bottom lip, a renewed surge of her
juices coated his cock. She trapped it between her clenched thighs, and he
chuckled.

"Does
that feel as though you're nothing to look at? Whichever sorry excuse of a
human male put that ridiculous notion in your head, forget about him. You're
mine now, do you hear me?" He thrust just enough for the tip of his cock
to enter her, and her pussy clamped down trying to draw him in. He yanked her
hair and shook his head. "Answer me,
ceannbeag.
Do. You. Hear. Me?" Every word was punctuated by
another shallow thrust, torturing them both.

"Yes,
God yes, I'm sorry, please just, I need—" Her breathy pleas ramped up his
own need, and he grasped her ass and lifted her effortlessly, still denying his
prick entrance to the sweet haven of her body. She wrapped her legs around his
waist, and her eyes went wide when he ran one hand through her soaked nether
lips and pushed his thumb into her anus.

"You
need my juicy cock to fill you here,
ceannbeag?"

"God,
yes, there, anywhere, please just fuck me hard. I'm yours to do with as you see
fit." Their eyes locked, and he smiled, as he slowly, inch by inch,
allowed his cock to slide into heaven. Her feral moans in his ear were the
sexiest sound ever.

"Let's
take this somewhere more comfortable." She tightened around him with every
step he took up the stairs until he found her bedroom. By the time he dumped
her on the bed his balls throbbed painfully with the need to empty, to send her
into a frenzy once again. Never before had he felt such a strong connection to
another being, let alone a human. His heart leaped in his chest at the trust
and need he saw in her eyes. He allowed himself a few slow measured strokes
inside the velvet glove of her pussy, before he pulled out.

She
moaned her denial, and he smiled. Taking her bound wrists, he kissed them and
then shoved her up the bed to loop the fabric around her bed post. His thigh
spread her legs wider, whilst he tested the bonds.

"Comfortable
there,
ceannbeag?
Let me know if your arms get sore."

She
nodded, her breaths coming in short gasps, the scent of her arousal mixed with
his own driving his true self wild with the need to take and brand her as his.

"Keep
your legs spread for me. I want to see that beautiful cunt quivering, wet, and
needy for me. If you try to shut your legs I'll have to bind those, too.
Understood?"

"Ye…yesss."
Her hips bucked off the bed, when he bent down and licked a trail along her
breasts, his fingers sliding inside her and massaging her sweet spot. Her pussy
walls clenched around his digits, and he used his other hand to push her hips
back down onto the bed.

"No
coming without me, or I'll stop."

"No,
please, please, don't stop." Her pleas echoed in the stillness of the
room. He could see her as clearly as if it was daylight, and his heart swelled
with pride at her responsiveness. She had to be sore after his earlier fast
fucking of her, yet here she was so eager for him that his fingers were coated
in her essence.

He
raised himself up, better to see her response and pinched her clit, whilst
massaging her g-spot. She bucked and screamed his name, as her body climbed,
her skin blushing all over, her eyes closed, head thrashing on the cushion. He
took her to the edge time and time again, alternating pinches to her clit with
small bites to her breasts, the line of her ribs, the velvet skin on her
abdomen, until he reached her mound. The little strip of hair made him smile,
and he shifted his fingers to her nether hole, stretching, probing, and
readying her for his invasion. His cock throbbed and swelled in anticipation.
He blew across her swollen labia, and Penelope pushed herself into his waiting
mouth like a wanton. He latched onto the swollen nub peeking out at him and bit
down hard. Her whole body clenched, and he soothed the sting with his tongue,
lapping up her essence spilling out of her.

"You
taste so fucking spectacular. Come for me,
ceannbeag."

She
responded instantly, her juices flooding into his waiting mouth as she screamed
her orgasm. He licked her clean, ignoring the fierce ache in his balls. He owed
her a few mind-blowing little deaths, for he would be gone with the first few
rays of light. The curse would not let him linger, and for reasons he couldn’t
even explain to himself, he dared not risk her possible rejection. He
ruthlessly squashed the tiny seed of hope unfurling in his chest. If she turned
from him in disgust – he raised his head from between her thighs and roared his
frustration – his heart would never beat normally again, far better not to risk
it, and to watch her from afar.

****

She
lay panting, her whole body shaking in delicious aftershocks, dimly aware of
the humongous roar shaking the whole room. Too spent to even open her eyes she
simply clenched her thighs around his head. The silky strands of his hair stuck
to her legs and tickled her clit as he removed his fingers from deep inside her
ass and spread her as wide as her protesting muscles would allow. The sweet
burn along her inner thigh made her moan anew, and her eyes flew open when he
bit the tender flesh there hard enough to draw blood. He let go of her
abruptly, his golden eyes glowing in the darkness of her bedroom, and her heart
skipped a beat. If this was one of her novels this would make perfect sense,
but shifters weren't real. They couldn't be.

His
slow smile settled somewhere perilously close to her heart.

"Did
I give you permission to move?" He chuckled at her sharply indrawn breath
and turned her over just enough to deliver a few sharp slaps to her ass cheeks,
still sore from earlier. The burn spread across her skin, and to her shame she
grew wet again. But that felt
so
good. He massaged the sting away, and
her throat went dry when she followed his gaze.

"What
have we here? Just what I need for your punishment."

He
reached across her to the scented candle she kept on her nightstand, and
Penelope's heart tried to beat itself out of her chest when he lit it
effortlessly with the matches she kept in easy reach.
Surely he wouldn't?
She watched in fascination when he ran his hand
repeatedly over the flame and murmured his approval when the wax started to run
down the side of its thin stalk.

"Doric,
please…You can't."

"I
can't what? Have you forgotten you're mine for tonight?" Before she could
respond he tipped the candle just enough for a small trail of wax to glide
between her breasts. She gasped at the sensation of the hot wax sliding along
her sensitive skin, and his smile turned wickedness itself. He wiped the wax
away within seconds of it scorching her skin, leaving a delicious tingle in its
wake. Her nipples turned into turgid peaks. Her clit contracted the closer that
trail of wax came to her mound. He drew patterns along her skin, leaving the
wax to settle now. Every new hot drop sent her need spiraling as the sweet pain
morphed into white hot arousal. He watched her closely for her reaction,
murmuring his approval, the hard length of his cock nudging her thigh. By the
time he parted her labia and hovered the candle above it, she was so close to
coming she was begging for her release.

"Easy,
I've got you. Shut your eyes." His deep voice sent a warm glow through
her, and she obeyed immediately. The burn to her clit stung like crazy before
his warm mouth soothed it away, and the tingles spread across her skin. He
swung her legs over his shoulders, his warm hands digging into her ass and
spreading her wide. She tensed for an instant when the slick head of his cock
nudged against her anus. He squeezed her butt cheeks hard enough to hurt, his
voice carrying an unmistakable demand to obey.

"Relax.
I have no wish to hurt you. Look at me. Breathe in, and let it go as I
push."

She
complied, her eyes filling with tears as her unused muscled stretched and
burned, and he pushed past the tight ring of muscles. The veins on his neck
stood out, and he grit his teeth.

"Jesus,
you're so tight. Relax for me,
ceannbeag.
That's it. So fucking
good."

He
moved one hand between her legs and claimed her mouth in a bruising kiss until
he'd slid all the way in. The intense pressure eased, and her body once again
started to climb. She yanked on her restraints, desperate to touch him, the
pain in her wrists merging with the sensations in her ass as Doric began to
thrust. His heavy balls hit her lower back; his thumb on her clit worked his
magic; his labored breaths in her neck spurred her on, and she clenched around
him, making him curse. His nails dug painfully into her ass cheeks. He pulled
out and thrust back in with such force the bed shook. Penelope screamed as pain
mixed with pleasure, and every forceful thrust sent her body climbing higher
and higher. When he released deep inside her ass, the hot burn sent her
tumbling over the edge, waves of fire rolling over her skin until it all
centered between her thighs, and multiple waves of pleasure burst from within
her.

When
the room finally stopped spinning and her breathing slowed enough to stop
hurting the emotion she glimpsed briefly in Doric's golden eyes, squeezed her
heart like a vise. She was in real danger of falling hopelessly in love with
her rescued man from the
Loch
.

Chapter Five

Penelope
blinked in the bright sunshine falling across her bed and groaned. Every muscle
in her body hurt after last night's activities. She'd lost count how many times
Doric had brought her to one screaming orgasm after the other, interspersing
hard fucking with surprising tender moments. Like insisting to run a bath for
her, to soothe her aches away. She'd fallen asleep, only to wake up to him
standing over her, watching her with such a tender expression in his eyes, her
heart had turned into an excited rabbit. She'd smiled at him, and he'd pulled
her out of the bath, wrapped her up into a fluffy towel, and then deposited her
on her bed. She'd been surprised to see that he'd even changed the sheets. He'd
ordered her to turn over and then proceeded to rub her lavender body lotion all
over her skin in such a sensual massage she'd been a quivering mass of need.