Tagging Her Lynx (Alaska Lynx Clan) (8 page)

Exhausted,
she lay panting with her eyes closed, trying to catch her breath. His hand
slapped her ass, and she raised her head. He grabbed a fistful of hair and
pulled her head back.

"I'm
not done with you." He positioned his dick at her entrance. "I'll
make you come again."

He
shoved his cock into her pussy with one thrust. Wet and slick, her cunt
recovered fast and pulsed around him. In and out, in and out, he set a pace
that reawakened her desire. She strained against the hold he had on her hair.
The fleet touch of his balls banging her oversensitive clit drove her crazy.

The
swirl of pleasure grew again. Faster. Deeper. The rocking motion he created
threw her back against him. His cock stroked the heart of her pussy, and an
urgency she never expected washed over her.

"Take
it, Aningan." He huffed. "Take all of it."

"Yes!"
Her teeth clenched. She knew she'd come again and wanted to wait for him.

He
grunted with each slap of his balls against her body. She mewed at the extra
stimulation. Her hands dug into the blanket to keep in position against the
force of his fucking.

"Come."
He pulled her hair hard.

A
guttural scream came from deep in her chest, her knees came off the bed, and
her pussy squeezed his cock tight and wouldn't let go.

He
groaned, held himself still, and filled her cavity with cum at the same time he
roared his pleasure. The only movement came from the aftershocks of her orgasm,
which rocked her body. Granger leaned against her back and rolled with her on
the bed, leaving his cock inside her pussy.

He
stroked her hair. "You're mine."

"Yes."

***

The
heat from the fireplace did nothing to block the cold wind blowing into the
cabin through the open window. Crossing her arms across her bare breasts, she
hopped from one foot to the other, waiting for Granger's instructions. Her mate
stood away from the heat and didn't even have goose bumps.

"You've
got to dig down deep and wake up your lynx." Granger pushed the extra
chair from the living room under the window. "Don't think about the cold.
Concentrate. I'm not going to help you this time."

"Can't
you open the window
after
I've changed? It's freezing in here." Her
teeth chattered.

"No."

"Fine,
but don't blame me if my precious nipples that you love to suck on fall off and
roll across the floor." She snorted. "I'm dying here, Granger."

"Suck
it up." He put his hands on his hips. "You're not always going to
have time to think or plan for a shift."

She
closed her eyes and pictured the warm fur that would come if she succeeded. She
imagined the soft pads covering the bones of her hands and the fur growing
thicker on her face to protect her from the cold. Heat came from the pit of her
stomach and spread up her spine.

Opening
her eyes, she curved her body over and landed on all fours in time to finish
the shift.
"I did it!"

"Yes."
Granger came over in his lynx form and rubbed his body along her length.
"Good
girl. That was the fastest you've done it. It's getting easier, no?"

She
purred.

He
headed toward the window, jumped up on the chair, glanced back, and leaped out.
She followed him, surprised that the snow had piled up to the pane. The night's
storm was so severe, it broke records.

"Now
change back."
Granger blocked her from going back
inside.

She
snarled, but already her back stretched and popped. Her system took a shock
from the attack of the cold.
God, this is crazy!

"This
will save your life."
Granger rubbed against her bare
legs.

"I
wasn't talking to you." She wanted to bury her face in the side of his
fur. "It's f-freak-ing c-cold."

The
shift happened even faster than the last dozen times he made her do it. Granger
stepped away from the window, and she sped past him. She hurried and shifted.

"Excellent!"
He followed suit and quickly shut the window. "You've got it now." He
walked over to her, wrapped her in his arms, and tucked her head under his
chin. "You no longer need to rely on me or high emotions to shift. You've
got control."

She
smiled into his chest, enjoying the moment. Congratulating herself for all her
hard work, she wondered if Granger would give her the rest of the day off so
they could have sex again.

All
through the night—every night—he'd fuck her, rest, then fuck her again. If she
slept two hours a night it would surprise her, but she wasn't complaining. She
couldn't get enough of him. Each new sexual position he introduced to her was
new and exciting.

Granger
pulled back and rubbed her arms. "Warm enough?"

She
nodded.

"Good."
He pulled her over to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and pointed for her to
sit at the table. "Close your eyes."

She
sat in a chair, laid her hands on top of the table, leaned forward, and closed
her eyes. Cupboards banged and silverware clattered. She smiled. Maybe her life
mate knew how to cook. That would be heaven. Lately she found herself hungry
all the time.

"Dream
on."
Granger chuckled.

She
sighed in disappointment.

"Keep
your eyes closed. I'm going to help you develop your sense of smell." A
chair scraped against the hardwood floor. "Lynx have an exceptional
ability to pick up scents."

The
pop
and
poof
of a sealed jar opening sounded off to her right. She
sniffed. Duh!

"Pickles."

"Okay,
that was too easy." Granger laughed. "How about this?"

This
time no noise gave the contents away. She concentrated and pushed past the
usual scents found in the cabin. She found it hard because the rugged,
outdoorsy aroma that clung to Granger was overriding all other odors.

"Olives?"

"Good
girl." He coughed to cover the crinkle of paper. "Again."

"God,
I'm starving!" She laughed. "How about you pass that cereal over
here, and I can munch on it while you put me through lynx class for
kindergarteners."

He
shoved the bag into her hands, and she reached in to scoop out a pinch. "That's
better. Now I can concen—" She leaped out of her chair and opened her
eyes. "What're you doing?" She grabbed his hand and pulled him over
to the sink. "Of all the crazy shit to do, why would you ever cut
yourself?"

He
shook his hand away and grabbed the dishrag to blot the small cut. "The
best way to track someone is by picking up their blood scent." He grinned.
"You're doing excellent on this drill, by the way."

"Dumbass."
She walked back to the chair and plopped down. "I didn't like that. Don't
do it again."

"You're
telling me what to do?" He sat down beside her and leaned against the
table.

She
lowered her chin. "No."

Granger
cupped her face and lifted it up to meet his gaze. "Close your eyes, Aningan.
You need to trust that I know what's best for you."

She
lowered her lashes. Granger's dominance caused a tingling warmth to spread through
her belly. She loved how secure he made her feel, knowing that someone would
always be there to look out for her safety; it was comforting.

"Open
your mouth."

A
jar lid squeaked and a utensil
tinged
against the side of a glass. She
licked her lips, rubbed them together, and parted them. The cool, smooth
surface of the bottom of a spoon touched her bottom lip and slipped into her
mouth. She closed her lips.
Oh dear God.

The
decadent richness of milk chocolate exploded on her taste buds. She moaned. Without
swallowing, she sucked on the spoon. The world's best medicine made the lynx
lessons more tolerable and sent quivers of pleasure rippling throughout her
body.

"Look
at me."

She
opened her eyes to see Granger's heated gaze. The strength in her spine fled
and she slouched against the back of the chair, the spoon still in her mouth.
He reached over and pulled the treat out of her mouth, but not before she
sucked a glob of chocolate off to enjoy.

Granger
dipped his finger into the chocolate syrup, held his hand up, and reached over
to draw circles around each of her areolas. Her nipples puckered, and she
gasped. She hoped to God lessons were over and Granger wouldn't ask her to sit
at the table for hours without letting her touch his body. She'd fail that test.

He
dipped his finger into the jar again and drew a line from between her breasts
down to the top of her mound, his gaze never leaving her face. She swallowed a
bit of the chocolate sitting on her tongue. A tingle crawled up her spine as
she thought about him licking the masterpiece he'd just created.

Chloe
leaned forward on the chair, and Granger lowered his head. She ran her fingers
through his long midnight hair and brought him to her breast. His tongue lapped
at the chocolate, his lips gathering a mouthful of her breast and suckling it.
Instant carnal pleasure swirled inside her belly and flooded her pussy with
wetness.

She
moved his mouth to her other breast. Her head fell back, and she mewed as her
body screamed for him to fuck her hard. "Oh Granger…"

Licking
her nipple clean, he moved down and began an upward stroke with his tongue.
From her mound, over her stomach, and up to her breast, he cleaned the trail of
chocolate from her body. She raised her hands and pushed her breasts together.
He delved his tongue into the crevice she created and groaned. He ignited every
nerve and her legs bounced against the chair. She needed him. The craving to
connect their bodies in a way that pleased them both shook her to the core.

"Stand
up."

On
legs that wobbled, she stood and reached out for him. He slid his hands around
her waist, lifted her up and onto the top of the table, and swiped the
assortment of food beside her to the floor. Her pussy juice dripped onto the
table, and she squirmed, unable to sit still.

She
leaned back on her elbows and spread her legs. Granger walked over to the
cabinet, opened a drawer, and shuffled through the contents. He returned with a
dishcloth. He ignored the invitation she presented with her open legs and approached
her head. With a gentle hand he pushed her head down to the table. He folded
the cloth and placed it over her eyes.

"Concentrate
on how your body responds to my touch. Forget about watching, forget about
smelling, and just enjoy the way I touch your body." He kissed her lips. "Your
body drives me wild, Chloe. I'm about to burst just seeing you spread out and
wanting me."

Without
knowing what he planned, she shivered in anticipation of what would come next.
The suction-like sound of the refrigerator opening startled her, and she bit
down on her lip. He told her not to listen, and she blocked out all
distractions.

She
felt him part her pussy lips, and she widened her legs to encourage him to
touch her more. She gasped, her back arched off the table, and her knees came
up to press together. He'd put something extremely cold inside her pussy.

"A
small ice cube." Granger kissed her cunt. "Wait for the pleasure."

Her
breath came out in hard puffs. As the shock wore off, a new sensation began to
grow. The pain turned into pleasure, and she thrust her hips up and down to
spread the warmth that continued to grow deep inside.

Granger
grabbed her ankles and pulled her across the table. She reached out to clutch
the edges. Her ass hung off the surface, and he hooked her ankles around his
neck.

With
his arms locked around her legs, he entered her in slow motion. The heat from
his cock further warmed her insides. She quivered at the sweet torment. His
thumb—or was it his finger?—pressed down on her clit and rubbed.

She
let go of the table and beat her fist against the wood. "Please. Please.
Please."

He
pinched her clit between his fingers and plunged into her pussy hard. "Come."
He pulled back and thrust again. "Squeeze me."

She
convulsed in an orgasm that lifted her head off the table. The towel fell off,
but it didn't matter. She kept her eyes shut and rode out the intoxicating
spasms pressing down on Granger's cock.

"Yes!"
He buried his cock to the hilt and stilled.

Her
body trembled. Blessed relief turned her muscles to Jell-O, and she lay back on
the table, completely relaxed. Granger removed her legs from around his neck
and let them dangle off the table. He pulled her hands and set her feet on the
ground.

She
wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head on his chest. His heartbeat
raced beneath her ear, and she giggled.

"What's
so funny?"

"I
think I like these lessons." She smiled.