Animal Lust. Lacy Danes
the flesh between her thighs.
“Oh, Martin.” Her hands slid to his back and discovered skin so smooth, so soft, like fine satin. His muscles rippled beneath her touch, and his hand tugged up her shift, so the garment pooled above her breast. Skin to skin, their bodies burned. Her legs slid apart to cradle him as his mouth descended back to her breast, sucking the now bare buds.
Sweet mother! This act exceeded last night. His hands slid to her hips, pinning her to the mattress with his weight, and her lungs locked. The velvet touch of his fingers cupped and scooped her bum, tilting her sex to ride against his abdomen. The friction, the tight downy curls brushing her flesh, tightened every muscle in her body. Her mind concentrated on that one spot where they pressed so intimately. She slid her hips back and forth against him. Each grind increased the delight of his touch.
Jane, Jane, your blood pumps through me. Jane. He shifted to the side and slid a finger into the slick flesh between her thighs. She cried out, and he captured her mouth. His tongue wrapped around hers, tugging and sucking. Oh! He tasted like cinnamon, but there was a hint of more…a darkness, an animal heat and possession, like drinking something naughty and so exquisite you just had to have more. She moaned and arched into his hand, craving more fingers to slide inside.
His hand continued to rub her silk lips as more and more moisture slid from her and coated his hand. He growled and pulled his lips from her.
“You are most ready for my mounting, sweet Jane.” His breath warmed her cheek as he spoke aloud. “You are mine.”
Indeed, she wanted this. She didn’t care what people would think. She nodded her head and arched her hips into his hand probing her sex. He pressed three fingers into her opening and then fanned them out, stretching her flesh. The burn was so erotic it sent waves of pressure steaming up her limbs. He slid the fingers back and thrust in. Her hips arched, and she ground her drowning flesh into his palm with each thrust.
He shifted over her, his shoulder level with her lips. She kissed the salty yet sweet bare flesh hungrily. Biting the smooth curve, she pinched the muscles and flesh between her teeth. He hissed and grasped her thighs, wrenching them apart.
His sex branded the inside of her thigh, and she gasped. His prick felt thick, so thick, and oh, so long. She tried to relax, but every nerve jumped at the scalding, smooth head pressed against her slick lips. He leveraged himself upon his hands and leaned in to lick her neck.
Her heart hammered in her chest. She was about to join with a man, and she had no idea what he was. Should she do this? An overpowering wave of desire pushed through her veins. Her breath hitched. Yes. The need to have him fill her, to have this man who made her body feel so good thrust into her, dominated her soul.
She rotated her hips and pressed down against the head probing her entrance. He did not move but let her initiate this act. The taper pressed slowly in, stretching her wider and wider. He held back, muscles trembling, straining, as ever so slowly his large phallus squeezed in. Every slip of him, every stretch of her flesh to sheath him intensified her awareness of only him.
He snagged her earlobe between his teeth and hissed. Picking up the motion, he continued to press in with small thrusts of his hips. The head popped into her, and a wet sensation slid down her crack to her bum hole.
“Jane,” he hissed through clenched teeth and lunged in one harsh movement, the head of his phallus nestled against the tip of her womb. She cried out, and her eyes fluttered open. His huge form covered her. The heat pouring from him dampened his body and hers. His hip arched, and he pulled the long phallus from her greedy sex. She whimpered at the overwhelming sensation of emptiness.
“Jane…” He thrust back in, harder than the last.
Her hips arched, and her knees clutched his hips, not wanting him to leave her body.
He growled. I’m lost to you.
Her hands dug into the muscles of his back. “More.” Her voice sounded so harsh she didn’t recognize it as hers.
Under her hands, his flesh grew taut. As he growled and hissed, his sex plundered in and out of her. Her body arched into each thrust, muscles tightening as she reached for the bliss he’d brought her last night.
“Martin! Martin!” Her sex clenched, pulsing, sending sucking noises from their join. He hissed again, encircled her legs with his hands, and leaned up away from her, tilting her bottom. His fingers burned the flesh of her bum, and pressure pushed at her bum hole; something was inserted into her. The sensation was so strange. Her sex spasmed, body bucking, as both penetrations continued with the push of his hips.
His fingers dug into the flesh of her legs. His lips came down hard on her nipple, sucking to the point of pain. Sweet mother! The craving, the desire in her, burst, spiraling her need for this pleasure. He suckled her nipple, and his body trembled. With a growl, he bit down. She screamed as pain-filled pleasure tore at her. His phallus pulsed, and he froze, muscles taut. He then heaved. A tingling prick hit her womb as warm wetness gushed into her. Pressure built, so delightful, and warmth radiated from her womb. He ground his hips into her mound, and her body erupted again, the walls of her womb massaging his hard staff.
“Jane.” He rolled to the side, dragging her with him. She sprawled across his chest, her legs wrapped about his hips. The sounds of their matched heartbeats lulled her to sleep.
Jane awoke to wet warmth licking the length of her slit, her body arched on its own. “Martin?”
His head pushed up from under the covers, his eyes the same blood circles she’d sighted that first night. She jumped. He closed his eyes and shook his head. “Jane, you need to know more, now that you have accepted me.”
She laughed. “I think it is a bit too late for that. I should have known more before you…we…I just couldn’t refrain myself.” Embarrassed heat washed her face.
“You are my mate. Your body knew even if your mind resisted.” The backs of his fingers caressed her cheek, and she closed her eyelids, nuzzling into the caress. “I am sorry I made you bleed anew.”
“Did you? Well, you are large.” Her cheeks blazed further with warmth.
He smiled down at her and winked. “Indeed. Did you enjoy the last?” His eyes flashed with wickedness, and her body heated, the memory of the intense sensation of being penetrated twice assaulting her.
“Oh, yes.”
“I will mount you twice more in the next two sunsets.”
“You wish to keep me?”
His brows drew together, and he nodded. “Silly girl. The ritual for marking you began this night. This join will show others you are mine by marking you with my scent, my marks. Then the opening, readying your body to receive my seed. Finally Orsse, where I make you my mate forever.” His entire body shook, and Jane tugged him and rolled. Her body nestled fully along his. “I would take you again tonight if I had not hurt you so.” His body continued to shake.
“You are holding yourself back? That is why you shake?”
“Yes.” His teeth clenched. “I have to leave you. I don’t have the restraint I wish where you are concerned.”
She nodded, and the flesh of his chest trembled with breath.
“Martin, tell me what you are?”
“We are all Ursus; we are human but more. And the more is what makes us all different. I have acute vision in the dark. I also have incredible strength. We all, in some form or another, can read thoughts or emotions.” He pulled her tightly into an embrace. “And when threatened, we change.”
Change? “How so?”
“Claws, height, teeth. It is our defense. How we protect what is ours.”
She nodded and rubbed her face into the downy curls on his chest. “Is that why you feel like silk?”
“You think so? Well, not all of us do. Mac’s hair is coarse, even if