WickedBeast (11 page)

“Oh,” Kelly breathed. The sensation of being held high in
his arms as her eyes opened on the romantic scene he’d made of the living room
was overwhelming. “It’s lovely but you didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to,” he said into her neck as he sat down with her
in his lap. His mouth paused over her sensitive nerves there, she shivered. Her
warm body squirmed and he didn’t care if it was the glowing candles or his
tongue, the aroma of desire was deepening in the room around them.

Kelly’s head tilted in response to his tantalizing licking.
“You were going to get lucky without them.”

His head lifted from her skin. “If you don’t like it, I’ll
get rid of them.”

“I like, I like,” Kelly assured him hastily. “What would
make you think I didn’t?” Her hands pulled his shirt up to delve under it.
There was something irresistible about the feel of his warm flesh under her
hands. She had to have it. “Can you get rid of the shirt?”

The T-shirt disappeared as he explained. “Getting rid of
excess clothing will never be your problem,” Cord growled as his Wind Witch
surprised him. Removing his shirt at her request was a thoughtless response.
Her reaction had driven all reason from his mind for a second.

Kelly’s body twisted swiftly in his lap as her mouth sought
his skin. She seemed fascinated with the taste of his neck, shoulders and was
very busy working her way down his pectoral muscle. Her hands alternately raked
and caressed. The sharp gratification of her nails followed by the tease of
gentle hands exploring was sweet torture. Sensation piled on top of spiking
sensation and bombarded his resistance in a concentrated attack.

Her hands skimmed down his sides and she slipped fingers in
the waistband of his jeans and slid them around to his abdomen just as her lips
reached the sensitive disk of his nipple. His involuntary gasp at her mouth
closing and sucking on his chest gave her a moment and she took it. Her finger
dove into his jeans and the tip of her forefinger lightly caressed the head of
his cock.

Cord’s hand immediately closed around her wrist, the other
hand gently wrapped around her neck as he turned her face up to his. His hold
controlled her so it was impossible to remove her fingers from down the front
of his pants, and he held her looking up at him from just above his chest.

“What are you doing?” he snarled aggressively into her face.

Kelly blinked. “Seems obvious to me,” she countered. “Now if
you would kindly disappear the jeans for me, I’ll be a happy girl.” His big
body shuddered under her, but his hands would not release their hold on her.

“No,” he said slowly as if talking slowly made his point
clear. “You will not seduce me. I will be the one doing the seducing.”

Looking up at him from her frozen position, Kelly’s eyes
warmed in laughter. “We have to take turns? It’s not a dragon buffet? I was
feeling like a first come, first serve policy might be in order.”

“Buffet? What does an eating establishment have to do… Oh.”
Cord’s brain finally unscrambled enough to catch up. “No, little Wind Witch.
The dragon buffet is closed until such time as the Kelly dinner has been
consumed to my satisfaction.”

In one swift move, he rolled them to the side. Kelly gasped,
she was beneath his body and all clothes had been removed. There was no time
for discomfort as her smug laugh turned to a moan.

His mouth was on her breast and he was not being gentle with
his enjoyment. Sucking her hard, his body forced her legs around his hips.
White-hot sensation ripped through her as hard cock came down on damp pussy
with an intoxicating thrust. He wasn’t entering her, he was overwhelming her.
In the next instant, his teeth clamped down on her well-sucked nipple as his
hips sawed that hard shaft over her sensitive folds. He thrust her into a
vortex of sensation, and Kelly gave up to it.

There was nothing but the mind-bending pleasure as he handled
her. Sensations came with the thunder of an approaching tornado in her head. As
if from a distance, Kelly realized the low rumble was him. He purred as his
mouth moved down her belly. His body smoothly slithered down her and suddenly
his hands were behind her knees. There was no possibility of thought as he
lifted and spread her, holding her open for his mouth.

Kelly arched in shuddering reaction, the pleasure coming at
her too hard, one punching through the last with merciless intensity. Gasping
for air, she couldn’t even scream as he took her intimate flesh. His mouth
consumed her with raw power. Right on the edge of ruthless, he drank from her
body. His tongue commanding she surrender what he wanted.

She’d never known it could be like this. He was in what
would usually be considered a submissive position, his head between her legs,
and she was totally out of control. He demanded and she complied, and then
there was more. Shatteringly more.

His tongue flicked over her clit in maddening staccato as two
fingers pushed into her, creating an impact explosion. The ripples of power
shot through her and Kelly’s head whipped back. She grabbed a decorative pillow
to jam over her mouth as he threw her into a hard, fast orgasm, driving her
deeper into the vortex. His fingers sliding in and out of her, stretching her,
commanding her, drawing out her response.

His head lifted to watch as he entered her for the first
time. So beautiful. His Wind Witch poured her power into him and he had to
clamp his mouth shut and pant through his teeth to control his response. Every
breath was her scent, the taste on his tongue was her pleasure, and the
beautiful channel straining around his fingers was the hottest portal to
pleasure he’d ever known. She was so tight, so compellingly innocent and yet
not. As he watched the last weak contractions around his invading fingers, Cord
smiled.

Kelly had no idea how long it took for her brain to quit
shooting thoughts around in drunken abandon. The return of reality found her
stunned at the power of what they’d just shared. How easily he drew what he
needed from her, and now she’d just noticed he was studying her response as his
fingers pulled out and he dragged them over plump folds. The aftermath of
orgasm was quickly overcome with the sizzle of embarrassment, swiftly followed
by her acknowledging the erotic punch of her pleasure in that sensation. She
was surprised.

Beneath him, she had one leg draped over the back of the
couch, the other held wide, and he was looking at her as he fingered her. Her
body was wantonly displayed and she moved under his fingers, shamelessly
following them as much as she could. Her fully exposed channel clenched and
dripped, and she liked it. The mix of shy embarrassment and naughty display
made her aware of his control in a way she’d never experienced before. Who was
this woman? Kelly had no idea.

He didn’t give her time to process the unexpected impact of
her pleasure in his control. A wicked smile touched his lips as he lifted
fingers so he could drag a long lick up her sensitized folds. Then his body
surged up her and his mouth was on her lips. She opened naturally under him and
he thrust into her mouth.

Her own taste in her mouth was a shock, and yet Kelly
couldn’t deny the zing of erotic pleasure as he introduced her to it. Cord took
her mouth in a demanding kiss that filled her, and it was amazing. His body
heavily pressing down on her, the feel of steel between her legs as his cock
dragged up her wet folds, all of it was overwhelming. Again he was rocking his
cock over her clit. Hard, demanding, his body rubbed every inch, and she liked
it.

Kelly’s fingers curled into claws as she lost all hope of
controlling her own responses and sank into his power. Her hips rolled with his
every movement. Sensations were blowing through her, firing down her legs. Her
nails dragged down his back.

The thick steel of his cock nudged her opening. Its head
slick with his own lubricant mixed with her damp welcome and he pushed into
her. His mouth pulled off her lips.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

Kelly’s eyes opened to gaze into his and Cord pushed. Thick
cock stretched her channel. He stopped and slowly grasped her legs again,
placing them over his shoulders. Then his elbows rested on the cushions as his
hands grasped either side of her head, his eyes never leaving hers. She
couldn’t move unless he let her. Her body tilted to accept him, open and
completely defenseless.

The spiral of sensation whirled off the charts as Kelly
trembled beneath the huge male above her.

“That’s it,” he encouraged softly. “Feel it all, baby.”

Kelly wasn’t capable of a response as he pushed into her
body. His thrust was not harsh, but it was forceful. He entered her. She felt
her body strain around him and it seemed impossible there could be more. He
kept pushing.

“Yes, more,” he growled as her breath came in short pants.
“That’s it, feel how tight you are, baby. How perfect.”

It seemed a long time before she felt him fully seated in
her body. Thick, long and so hard. Her back had struggled to straighten as if
to make room for him. But there was very little movement she could manage as
his wide chest pressed down on her, forcing her knees close to her breasts. Her
eyes widened as he held her gaze in ruthless openness. He gave her no place to
hide, no option to shield her response to his demands.

Hardly had he fully impaled her and his hips were pulling
out. Her mouth opened in a soundless gasp as he pulled over every nerve that
was clamped around him. This time his thrust into her depths was a little
faster, sharper. As he plunged into her, the hot head of the post he was
jamming in her hit a bundle of nerves she’d never known was there. It must be
attached to her backbone because the response was electric and shot through her
on the impact.

Her body responded with such force Kelly would have wrenched
away from him if she’d been able. She couldn’t and he was already pulling back
to pound down into her again, and damn it, she loved it.

One of his hands moved over her mouth as he muffled her
scream. He slammed into her, and Kelly’s eyes glazed over. She broke out in a
sweat as heat bloomed from the inside out. And still his eyes commanded her,
took her as surely as the cock ramming in and out of her body. He demanded more
than she was. He was getting everything he wanted.

With each deep thrust he hit her internal pleasure-shock
center. Gradually increasing the speed, he wound up the intensity, granting her
no recovery time as new sensations crashed into each other, pounded through
each other in an ever deeper decent into chaos. Helpless beneath him, Kelly
surrendered to the mindless sensation. Her body responded to his demands,
complying each time he decided she would feel more, take more.

Cord had known entering this woman would seal his future.
What Kelly brought to this was more than any imaginings had prepared him for.
Feeling her pleasure as he took control of their lovemaking had driven him as
surely as any drug addict would do anything it took to get a fix. Pushing her
into pleasure rewarded him in ways almost sinister in their grasp on his needs.

So he gave her more, taking control, letting her feel the
hard need as he touched her, drank her, consumed her. With each demand, her
pleasure spiraled higher. His little Wind Witch liked power in her lover. As he
looked down into the eyes of the woman who owned him, he very nearly lost his
mind trying to comprehend the absolute perfection she embodied. Her need, her
acceptance, everything about her was perfect.

Driving into her hard and fast, the fierce beast within demanded
he scream his claiming. Holding back his elemental statement took a toll, but
it was nothing compared to the control required to keep from hurting her. What
he wanted and what she could take were not even close at this point. But damn,
what she gave him.

The tight clasp of her body as she clenched around him was
never going to be enough. He plunged into her with carefully restrained power.
Each forceful entry smacking her clit with his groin, twisting so slightly she
was not aware of his method to increase her pleasure.

His hands framed her face, forcing her to look him in the
eye. Looking into her soul, he read each shock wave of pleasure and drank it.
He held nothing back, driving her to come for him. The power in her release
washed through him and he had to break eye contact to control his response.
Sinking down, he took her mouth in a deep, hard kiss. His body slowed, driving
in and out of her with gradually declining intensity.

Lifting off her mouth, he smiled as he gazed into her wide
eyes. He saw shock, a little fear perhaps, but mostly wonder. Pulling out of
her slowly as she panted through the sensations, he repressed a chuckle at the
ghost of a frown on her forehead. No, he was not done and neither was she. Her
taste for his control meant he got to enjoy showing her without wasting time
explaining it.

Cord burrowed his arms under her body to lift her with him
as he sat up on the couch, turning her to face away from him. Her legs draped
on the outside of his thighs, opening her completely as he pulled her back to
his chest. She was still breathing harshly, and that was okay with him. There
was no need for her to talk at this moment.

He relaxed back with her flattened against him. In this
position, she was available to his hands in every way. He started with her
breasts. Those sweet mounds he’d barely enjoyed so far. His began on her ribs
and slid up to cup both breasts, gently kneading them. Her arms fluttered as if
to grasp the back of his hands.

“Reach behind your neck and clasp your hands.” His command
rumbled in her ear.

Kelly felt the deep tones of his voice resonated in each
bone of her body. He intended her to feel the acceptance of his right to handle
her. She did it, exactly what he told her to. It was difficult and it was so
easy. She straddled his lap with the hard length of his cock pressing against
her open pussy, her back extended, leaning against his chest. Raising her arms
to clasp her hands behind her neck presented her breasts.