The Hard Way (Box Set) (21 page)

Evan tore his mouth away from his alpha female as he felt his alpha male’s hands reach around to grip his dripping cock
.

By now he was so hard that his dick didn’t even feel like a part of him. It felt like a slab of rock hanging between his legs. But he dared not give into the pleasure of his alpha’s caresses and release his load. The punishment would be too great, and he didn’t think he could handle that type of sadistic torture
.

“
Keep going!” his alpha female bellowed, thrusting against his face, riding his tongue as he sank it as far as he could into her depths. “I’m, ah, almost there
!”

So Evan tried to ignore the hot slide of his male’s hand as it tightened around his cock and concentrated on pressing his female’s clit with his nose while burying more of his tongue deep inside her. His rapid licks and moaning whimpers sent shock waves through her system, he knew. It was how she had taught him to pleasure her, and oral pleasure was something he never failed at
.

He was moaning out loud when another sensation tore a shout from him
.

Something soft and wet trailed up the track of skin behind his balls, something rough and slick and forked
.

“
Alpha,” he moaned, sucking in a deep breath as he pulled slightly away from his alpha female
.

“
Fuck her with your tongue, little one,” his alpha male demanded, and Evan dropped his head again, welcoming the pain in his head as the woman’s grip tightened in his hair, grinding his mouth against her wet heat
.

Then he sucked the juices right out of her, his tongue flicking like mad, grunting and shaking his face in her cunt like a puppy with a new toy
.

He nearly screamed as the wet caress was repeated on his ass, but he continued with the job at hand, focusing on bringing his alpha female off
.

“
Yes!” his female hissed as he gave one hard suck and a nibble to her clit. “Coming
!”

And he felt the walls of her pussy tremble as more of her delicious cream flowed from her body. Eagerly he lapped it all in, not missing a drop. His female’s head dropped back onto the furs
.

“
Good puppy,” she purred, her gripping hold on his hair turning into a caress. But Evan couldn’t consider what was going on with her or even craft a reply. That tongue was back, flicking and teasing along the rounded cheeks of his ass. He rested his face against his alpha female’s warm thigh and began to moan
.

His alpha male was teasing him, flicking around the eager hole that had been trained so well to please him. Cool shivers raced up and down Evan’s spine, making him arch and gasp and struggle not to touch his still leaking cock
.

His alpha male knew this, and he chuckled as he finally gave the wrinkled pucker a little lick
.

“
Clean on the inside as well as the out. Perfect, little one,” he mused. “You learn so well. I will have to reward you
.”

Then that wet, slick tongue was dancing over his hole, and Evan found himself screaming, begging for completion
.

“
Please, Hatori!” he whimpered. “I
--
I can’t
!”

“
You take what we give, little one,” Hatori admonished. “And you’ll like it
.”

* * *

“Who the fuck is making that noise in my place?”

It was a female’s voice… the voice that roared. It roared so loudly, in fact, that Evan broke off mid howl.

“That --” Hatori chuckled as he took a step back. “-- would be Delia.”

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, the woman in question barreled into the room. Delia had a wild mane of caramel-colored kinky curls that framed her round face like a halo. It was a full Afro and was the first thing Evan noticed.

The second was her overall size. Delia was slightly taller than the average woman, and full figured. Large breasts pressed clearly against the royal purple African print dress as she made her way into the room. Her hands slammed on rounded hips, her milk chocolate eyes zeroing in on the two men.

“I repeat,” she growled, “what the fuck is making that racket up in my shop and causing all kinds of confusion when I am taking my afternoon nap. I swear…”

She broke off her tirade as quickly as it had started, her full lips tightening as her head jerked up and she sniffed at the air. “And who let that bitch into my lair?”

The voice now dropped into a dangerous growl. Her eyes narrowed in anger. Suddenly, Delia was on the move, her eyes and feet tracking a path deeper into the store. “And the bitch is in heat, too? Don’t she know I’ll fuck her punk ass up? Who does she think she is, anyway, trying to get laid on my turf? Like I’d let this disrespect slip?”

By this time, Delia was standing beside the chuckling Hatori, who was drawing all of Delia’s ire onto himself.

“And what’s so funny, lizard boy? Don’t make me get a fish scaler and skin your ass!”

“Bitch?” Hatori lost his control and his laughter howled through the store. He pointed to Evan, who was now trying to bond with the back wall on a molecular level or, failing that, remain as inconspicuous as possible.

“What?” Delia barked, hands once again on her ample hips. She peered into the shadows, then her eyes widened in surprise. “Well, shit!” she exclaimed. “This is very much unexpected.” She grinned, exposing huge fangs. “Somebody went and brought me lunch.”

Taking a step close, she leaned her weight forward, staring directly into Evan’s wide gray eyes. “And I’m so hungry, I could eat a wolf, crack the bones for the marrow, and gnaw on the fur.”

Then both Hatori and Delia watched as the hapless were’s eyes rolled up in the back of his head and he passed out cold.

“
He needs to take more
.”

Evan whimpered as his alpha female pushed his head off her thigh and rolled to her knees. She gripped his shoulders and urged him to rise up on his arms, which pushed his ass further back into his alpha male’s face
.

Once Evan was braced, shaking and moaning his need, his alpha female slowly turned, giving him a view of her plump, quivering cheeks as she slowly lay on her back. Before Evan could move, his female was underneath him, her large breasts rubbing along his face and chest as she moved toward his throbbing prick
.

“
Delia!” he whimpered, his tongue lashing out to taste one dusky nipple as it passed
.

“
Soon, pet.” She chuckled, making him jerk as her hot breath caressed his wet cock. He gasped as her tongue lapped out, circling the head, taking in his dripping seed. She murmured her approval. “You still taste like fresh cream, puppy, just a little salty and a little sweet
.”

Evan was devoid of speech as his alpha male took this moment to wiggle that slick tongue deep inside his ass. A strangled grunt escaped his throat, and his body froze, caught on the cusp of erupting
.

“
No,” Delia growled, feeling her sub’s cock swell to unbelievable proportions in preparation to spilling its hot load. Her hand wrapped around its base, her thumb pressing against the large vein on the underside of his quivering dick. “No coming until we say you can.” Then, still holding his cock steady, her thumb exerting a pressure that denied him release, she licked at his glans, then swallowed him whole
.

“
Fuck me!” Evan’s words exploded from his tight throat as his body suddenly went into spasms. His ass quivered where his male was teasing him, eating him alive, preparing him for what was to come. His arms trembled and his knees felt like jelly as his female tried to suck his seed from his cock. He looked up to see her thighs spread, an open invitation to feast at her pussy once again
.

Evan could not resist. He buried his face in her cunt and began to eat her out with the same vigor his alphas used to devour him. His female groaned and arched upwards, the soft flesh of her thighs quivering as she forced her hips to rise and make access to her pleasure points all that much easier
.

His male pulled his tongue away with one final lick and spread his cheeks open as far as they would go, observing, he knew, his winking pink hole
.

“
I think you are ready for the lube,” the alpha male hissed, dropping one last kiss on his rosebud before Evan saw his fingers reaching for the pot of oil that always resided beside their bed furs
.

Evan watched him slick up two fingers, then after a considering look at Evan’s ass and his swollen cock, slick up two more
.

“
My little one is going to get it so damn good.” The alpha grinned, licking his lips
.

Evan could almost feel those hot velvet walls parting to welcome their master deep inside
.

* * *

Evan’s eyes snapped open and instantly he was awake, taking in his situation and marking his escape route. Not seeing one, he tried to search one out.

“Oh, it’s alive!”

The feminine voice made him lurch up and look around to find the speaker. Delia, he recalled. As he twisted around, he realized he was lying on a plush pile of furs that gave off an intriguing musky feminine scent. He looked down, amazed the fur that had been periodically sprouting on his arms off and on for days seemed to be completely gone, not even itching the inside of his skin where it seemed to hide, waiting for a chance to pop out and embarrass him.

In relishing the release of his skin from inner itch torture, he realized something else. He was bare-assed naked! Evan felt an uncommon blush spread across his face and burn down to his chest.

“Oh, isn’t he cute?” Delia’s voice was more grave as she taunted him. “Who knew that the blush would go straight down to his cock?”

Slowly, he turned around.

He blinked again as he came to the startling conclusion that the nice warm fur he was leaning against was still attached! And even worse, the living throw rug was the one speaking.

“You can’t be real,” he gasped, blinking as the huge mountain of a lion chuckled. Could great cats do that? Most of them never even purred.

Then he saw something that almost made his consciousness once again flee. The lion he was laying against flexed huge, bird-like, furry feet and one enormous wing rose from its back.

“That’s a wing,” he breathed, making an extreme effort to keep back the black veil that threatened to cover his vision once again. “Lions don’t have wings,” he muttered stupidly.

As he spoke a second, spring-loaded wing as large and feathery as the first popped out to join its mate. “That’s impossi…”

He stopped as the lion flexed both wings and snapped them open, the combined wingspan looking to reach at least eight feet.

“Anything else to say?” And that was sarcasm coming from the mouth of a winged lion.

Numbly, Evan shook his head no.

“Good,” the lion continued. “Now where was I?” it mused. “Oh, yeah. Now I remember.”

One huge paw pressed against his bare chest, the eagle-like talons retracted, and Evan found himself flat on his back again, pressed against that warm fur but with a few changes. This time, a huge, rough tongue began trying to lick the skin off of his face as the lion-thing settled in to give him a probably well-needed tongue bath.

The whimper that emerged from his throat was a new, never before heard sound, a sound that surprised him with the helplessness it implied.

“Now, Delia,” a male voice from across the room from them said softly. “If you scare him to death, we can’t have any fun with him.”

Hatori emerged from the shadows, and Evan had never been so happy to see a familiar stranger.

“Help?” he managed, twisting his head as far away from the licking lion who currently had him pinned helplessly under her paws, to face this new person.

“Oh, I’ll help you,” Hatori chuckled, stepping closer so Evan could get a good look at him.

Then, just as quickly, Evan sought the comforts and safety of the big, scary lion with wings. It had to be far safer hanging with the lion who was licking him than the scaly, snake-eyed dude who was smirking at him.

“Never mind,” Evan managed to squeal. “I think I’ll just… um… see my way out now.”

“Nice try, fur bag,” the lion purred. Geez, now that thing purred as well as grew wings and licked people?

Evan found himself, against his will, turning from the big, scary, scaly man to the stare at the huge, winged feline.

“You can talk…” he finally said out loud through his shock, the actions of the people… things in the room forcing his mind to accept what he wanted so damned badly not to believe.

“No shit, Sherlock.” The lion grunted as the thankfully clothed lizard man took a seat beside Evan.

“Wh-what are you people?” There was more than a quiver of fear in Evan’s voice as he stared wide-eyed at the two creatures who in turned regarded him in curiosity. “Are… are you -- people?”

“Isn’t he cute, Hatori?” The lion clucked and bent down to lap at Evan’s face again. “Dinner and a show all in one neat little package.”

Hearing that, Evan tried to leap to his feet, but a huge, taloned paw once again slammed him back down on his back.

“Relax, fur-boy,” Delia snickered, quirking one amber eyebrow, her huge tongue slowly licking her muzzle as if enjoying the taste of fear-coated Evan tartar on her skin. “I’m just playing with you.”

Evan relaxed marginally, but her next words had him tensing up all over again. “You know cats like to play with their food.”

Her chortles of amusement pulled Evan out of his growing horror, and he turned to stare at the great beast who smiled -- kind of -- in a feline way which exposed some very sharp and unfriendly-looking teeth.

That was the last straw, the straw that broke the proverbial camel’s back as far as Evan was concerned.

“Fuck this!” he bellowed, his survival instincts taking over. He wrenched himself from under the lion’s claws and lurched across the room, ignoring the shallow grooves the cat-like paw carved out in his chest. “This is not happening! There are no such things as walking scaled man-lizards or giant winged lions!”