Animal Attraction (9 page)

I couldn’t stop writhing at that point.
Profound heat and throbbing doubled. My choked sounds of anguish
rang in the cavernous reading room. Agony filled my senses, my
world centering on it.

Yet a part of me reveled in surrendering all
to the man I loved. I was aware of him standing over me, his dark
eyes taking in my misery, his face filled with adoration as I
submitted to him in everything. Between my cries I heard Dan sigh.
He stroked his cock as he watched me struggle. A small part of me
knew that for any distress I suffered, I would be given double the
ecstasy.

But for the moment, it hurt like crazy. It
hurt so much that I couldn’t think of things like losing Tristan,
screwing Gerald in a moment of weakness, and being stuck in
Patricia’s vampire body half the time – a body I still couldn’t fly
after weeks of trying. Pain had its uses.

Little by little, my tortured nipples began
to numb. At the same time, Dan slid the humming vibrator in and out
of me again while one thumb drew slow circles around my clit. Pain
and arousal each made a bid for my attention. At first the torment
of my tits held sway, making the slow licks of pleasure almost
nonexistent. Then came a gradual shifting as my delight in
surrender and helplessness fed lust. Heady exaltation bloomed deep
in my belly, warring more intently with the slow easing of
suffering. Endorphins kicked in, draining distress and twisting
what hurt remained into something incredible.

Every sensation heightened. I strained to get
more contact with Dan and all he did to me. The vibrator slipped in
and out, finding the best stuff to rub up against. My lover
alternated his attentions between teasing strokes over my clit and
brushing my nipples so that they burst into fresh flame. Ecstasy
and hurt wound about each other, melding into one intense unnamable
passion.

I had no choice but to lay there, suffering
and enjoying as long as my master decreed.

Dan kept me like that for some time. He
occasionally withdrew the vibrator from my grasping sex to rub it
against my rioting clit. Then I really was in a hellish paradise
with bliss so severe that it threatened to devolve into pain. I
screamed again and again as Dan brought me to the brink of orgasm
only to deny me every time. My body clamored for release, but it
was not to be found.

Even when Dan’s clothes disappeared to reveal
a rock hard chest, taut abdominal muscles, and muscular arms and
thighs, I knew he wasn’t done with me. Not by a long shot. Big Boy
Dan was just getting warmed up with his plaything.

He climbed up on the desk, kneeling between
my quaking thighs. He pulled the vibrator free of my eager pussy
and crouched low, aiming his thick cock with its pulsing veins
right for my vulnerable opening. He guided the weeping head with a
big-knuckled fist.

Hard and hot, it bumped against its victim.
Then Dan ground in, tunneling into me with uncompromising force,
making me take all of him in one mighty heave.

My mouth opened wide around the ball gag for
my scream. Despite having been used by the vibrator for a long
while, I had made my ethereal body tight for him, knowing that was
what Dan wanted. He felt impossibly big, a battering ram that would
rip me apart. I fought my bonds as he shoved in deep, claiming what
belonged to him.

His groin pounded hard against mine, taking
me with force. I squalled as he thrust powerfully. My pussy
clenched, eager for climax. Ecstasy’s jaws yawned wide, ready to
devour me. Just one more stroke...

Of course Dan divined I had reached the edge.
He stopped as the first tentative lick of passion flicked over my
pussy. I shook my head in violent negation of denial, but there was
no help. Dan pinched my trapped nipples, bringing climax-stealing
agony to the fore.

“I know my girl isn’t thinking of coming
without permission,” he said in a low, threatening tone.

Ha. I hadn’t been thinking at all. Just
feeling amazing sex, thank you so very much. Rough and tough,
exactly the way I liked it when we did it rough and tough.

I had enough presence of mind to give him a
beseeching look instead of that momentary snark. Apparently he was
satisfied, because he picked up the vibrator. He switched it on
again and pressed it to my clit.

Insane delight rolled through my core. I was
swamped with demanding bliss thrumming deep into my crotch. I
groaned, my eyes rolling back, loving and hating the pleasure all
at once because I knew Dan would end it as soon as I came close to
orgasm.

He answered with a groan of his own. “I love
feeling your pussy pull at my cock. Oh yeah baby girl, I know how
you want to come. I feel you moving all around me, grabbing onto my
dick. Don’t come now. You can’t come no matter how good it feels.
That’s it, girl. Suffer for me. Good girl. That’s what I want.”

Hearing him taunt made it so much worse. I
suffered all right. The vibe did its best to pull climax from my
shaking body, coaxing eager flesh with its tireless teasing. Tears
slid from the corners of my eyes as I battled the urges to come and
to not come.

“Flexing all around my prick,” Dan panted.
“You’re close, aren’t you? Full of my cock with that vibrator on
your clit. No ma’am. Don’t you do it, Brandilynn, hear me?”

I sobbed around the gag. I was one big throb
of need.

Dan took the vibrator away. Then he loomed
over me, slamming his shaft into my hungry pussy again, giving me a
different kind of heaven and hell. I moved beneath him, shoved up
and down by the forceful sex. My breasts bobbed enthusiastically,
reminding me painfully of the Thai sticks imprisoning their
tips.

Dan stared down at me as he pounded my pussy.
He looked like the vengeful god of lust with his neck corded, his
arms straining, and his mouth pulled tight in a grimace that looked
as desperate as how I felt. More than ever I felt his power over
me, power gained through love and trust and flat-out lust. He
didn’t need ties to make me his slave. He had me where it
counted.

“Too good,” he gasped through gritted teeth.
“I can’t hold on. Got to ... got to have it now. Got to have
you.”

I was delighted to hear that. Yet you know
how when you anticipate something, it takes forever to happen? The
same thing happens when your Dom says he’s about to climax, which
means you get to climax too. Maybe it was only a few seconds of him
working and gasping and saying, “Here it comes. Here it comes.” Yet
it felt like minutes passed. Long minutes. Minutes that lasted
hours.

I lay there on the cusp of sweet release,
hovering right at the edge. Waiting. Aching. Needing. I was on the
verge of insanity when Dan finally shouted, “Come now!”

The floodgates opened. Rapture poured through
me in breathtaking waves. I had the wonderful sensation of
uncoupling from my body, though I still felt each surge. My body
strained, but my mind floated in radiant bliss. Over me, Dan’s back
bowed and he shouted as he experienced his own glory. Then he
sagged on top of me, blanketing me and moaning my name while his
cock twitched and jerked inside.

I wished the scarves and gag away. My arms
and legs were simultaneously heavy as lead and light enough to
float. I don’t know how to explain it. I wrapped them around Dan,
gathering him to me. I was grateful to him for taking me out of my
head for those few precious minutes, for helping me forget the
misery that accompanied so much of my afterlife.

When things sucked, a girl grabbed happiness
where she could. Mine resided between Dan’s legs.

Chapter 4

Being dead meant instantaneous recovery from
hectic sex ... if that was what the participants wanted. We did
not. Dan and I spent a good hour cuddling on the leather sofa,
which sat in the reading area on the side of the room without
shelves. We’d gotten our wilder urges out of the way. It was time
to connect in a quieter, sweeter manner.

After a sappy and wonderful time together, we
decided to get to work. After a discussion on what we knew about
the specific missing shifters, we realized we knew little about
shifters in general. Research seemed in order to correct our
appalling lack of data.

The book I pulled from the shelves, a
ponderous tome innocently titled
Shifters: A History
, looked
likely for good information. Unfortunately it was clinical to the
point of dry and boring. The shifters I knew were dynamic
individuals. Seeing their kind reduced to scientific names,
historical references, footnotes, and statistics was a crime.

After about an hour of grinding through the
most boring treatise in the history of everything I huffed my
displeasure. I looked up at Dan, who lounged in the head
librarian’s chair as usual. I complained, “This is stupid. We have
access to real live shifters who can tell us everything we need to
know rather than read a bunch of stuff that doesn’t help.”

“You never know what will be important
later,” he responded mildly. The page he turned of his much smaller
book,
Weres and Their Habits
, rustled like an autumn
leaf.

“I doubt knowing there are some creatures out
there that are animal but can shift into human form will help in
our case.”

Used to my pouts, Dan gave me a benign smile.
“We have to sift through the irrelevant to tease out what might
matter. Shifters tend to be secretive about their animal sides.
Most don’t celebrate what makes them different from the norms ...
not with all the bigotry they face.”

He was right, as usual. That never helped my
mood. “I still don’t need to know about phoenixes and unicorns.
They have no bearing on whatever we’re dealing with. Why are they
even in these books when they don’t start out as human?” I thumped
the heavy book on the table in disgust. I was tired of wading
through facts and figures that brought me no closer to figuring out
where our present day shifters were disappearing to.

I groused, “Gerald would tell me anything I
want to know. Levi, too. Not that I’m in a hurry to talk to him
again,” I added when Dan flicked a wary glance at me.

He sighed and stretched. “The trouble with
that is we don’t know the right questions to ask. It’s amazing when
I think about it how little I know about the group that makes up
the majority of paras.” He thumbed through his red leather-bound
book. “Did you know that the original strain of Zoo Flu came from
oceanic microorganisms? That’s why the first shifters always
changed with the full moon. They were tied to the tides, not the
moon itself which causes the tides.”

I rolled my eyes. “Scintillating. And
useless.”

I reached for my book and groaned in disgust
to see it was gone. I’d taken my touch and attention from it. The
library had reclaimed it for its proper shelf space while I’d been
distracted.

Before I could get up and flounce over to
retrieve it, a heavily-accented voice echoed in the room. “Pardon
me. Am I interrupting?”

Dan gasped in surprise. I jerked around.
Behind me in the middle of the room stood Arthur Dragwald. Holy
cats, what was he doing in here? And ... and how could he be
looking directly at me?

I shot to my feet. “Wait. You can see us? As
ghosts? Are you a witch?” Now I was scared. With one or two
exceptions, I don’t trust witches.

Arthur’s expression said he was amused by my
panicked response but too polite to laugh out loud. “I assure you,
I am not a witch. I have a touch of clairvoyance. It runs in my
family.” He looked around. “What a lovely library.”

Dan’s presence at my elbow gave me some
comfort. “Pyro and clairvoyant? Two gifts. That’s unusual.”

The fact that Arthur could see the ghost of
the library rather than its long-dead remains told me he was the
most powerful psychic I’d ever come across. A touch of
clairvoyance? Ha. That was like saying I’m a touch deceased.

Arthur nodded at Dan’s assessment, his
expression friendly. “You are Mr. Saling. A pleasure. Arthur
Dragwald of Great Britain.” They shook hands before our visitor
explained himself. “My having two abilities is unusual, isn’t it? I
try to be circumspect about it and not pry into the privacy of the
dead. If I’m disturbing you, I can leave.”

Dan kept his manners, though he watched
Arthur carefully. “You didn’t come to see us?”

“Not at all, though I am delighted with the
company. I’d heard of this lovely library. I’m a bit partial to
them. I was curious about it and the old town beneath the new.”

I relaxed. Nothing in Arthur’s demeanor spoke
of threat. He gazed about himself, seeming to take pleasure in our
surroundings. Now that he’d explained himself, he didn’t appear
interested in me and Dan at all.

“I don’t suppose you can interact with the
spirit of the library? Like take books off the shelves and read
them?” I ventured.

A look of sadness passed over Arthur’s face.
“No, more’s the pity. I love books. I hoard them when I’m at home,
truth be told.” He chuckled. “They are my treasure. The words and
thoughts of millions, recorded for all time. Ah, what joy there is
in books.”

I warmed to Arthur. A guy who read that much
couldn’t be all bad.

Arthur strolled about the room, looking with
a wistful expression at the shelves bulging with his ‘treasure’. I
wondered if he knew about the magic of the ‘dead’ libraries ...
that deceased authors who remained earthbound as ghosts continued
to write and their posthumous works appeared for our pleasure.
Reading new Hemingway and Twain was almost worth a person’s
life.

Arthur stopped in his tracks to see the
elderly lady in Victorian dress quietly reading in one aisle. Her
slightly haughty face peered at the slim book held open in her
gloved hand.

Arthur bowed to her. “Oh, another scholar.
Good day, madam.”