LickingHerWounds (5 page)

Never before had she felt such aching, throbbing pleasure.
Such thrilling, pleasing caresses. And when he at last drew back to stare down
into her perspiring, flushed face, she could barely find her voice.

“Are you still angry?” she whispered shakily.

Chapter Six

Cal stared at her with glazed, heated eyes. Angry? Did she
think him angry after he had just given her several orgasms? He rubbed his palm
over his cream-wet face and drew a deep breath.

The scent of her pussy wrapped around him once more as he
fought to control the need to fuck her. So far all he’d done was give her
pleasure with his mouth and tongue. But he had felt her maidenhead with his
probing tongue and if he didn’t get his need under control quickly he would
soon cause her very real pain.

“I was never angry, Jessie.” His voice was rough. He sank
back onto his heels, his fingertips trailing over her sweat-damp skin as he
gazed at her trembling body. “I was enthralled.”

The quick little hitch in her breath made him smile slowly.
“You are so completely delightful.”

Her eyes widened. “You…liked that?”

“Almost as much as you did.” He drew one long finger through
the wet heat of her pussy lips and she closed her eyes and lifted to meet his
touch. He slid one long finger slowly into her tight, wet sheath and felt the
constricting ring of tissue that made it feel too small even with just one
finger. He gently curved his finger up and dragged the tip over the thick
spongy mass of nerves of her G-spot, and watched in fascination as she lifted
her hips and her hands circled his wrist to hold his finger inside her.

“Why have you never mated, Jessie?” he asked as he slowly
inserted a second finger and continued the gentle exploration of her vaginal
walls.

The feel of those fingers inside her made it hard for her to
get enough breath to speak. He pressed his mouth to the top of her slit once
more and his hot tongue teased the little hard nub that brought her such great
pleasure. Her eyes fluttered and she panted a little as she fought to speak.
“Omegas don’t mate.”

He suckled lightly on the nub and she cried out, lifting her
hips to meet his mouth and fingers, aching for more of that marvelous feeling
of satiation.

“Have you never wanted to mate?” His voice was deep and
rough and his mouth did such amazing things to her. She gave a little cry of
delight as she felt another spiral of sheer pleasure rush through every nerve
in her body.

“Omegas…are not allowed…to mate…” she repeated on a gasp.
Didn’t he know that?

His golden eyes caught her startled stare. He smiled at her
reaction to the way his tongue pleasured her. “Would you refuse me if I wished
to mate with you?”

The words brought her eyes wide open in shock as she
realized what he had just asked her. She stared down at the place where his
lips and his large hand glistened with her juices, and she whimpered. “You
want…to mate…
with me
?”

His elongated fangs flashed as he smiled down at her. “I’ve
already taken your blood, little one…all that is left is for you to take
mine…while I am deep inside this part of your body.”

“Omegas are forbidden to mate…” Her voice trailed off as he
bent closer to slurp one breast into his mouth through the thin fabric of her
dress and his large hand tightened possessively on her slim waist.

Cal felt the soft nipple go diamond-hard against his tongue
and knew that she was thrilling to his caresses. He realized with a numb sense
of disgust with himself that his oath not to hurt this female was evaporating
with every moment he allowed himself the bliss of her body. He closed his eyes
and drew a deep breath, then slowly lifted away from her, withdrawing his wet
fingers and exhaling slowly to calm his rampant body.

Her hands on his wrist pulled him back but he carefully
broke her grip and shook his head, pulling her skirt back down to cover her
trembling body. “Forgive me, Jessie. I shouldn’t have done that. It was wrong.
You didn’t invite me to touch.”

The look in those silver eyes almost made him forget his
good intentions. A small hand slid up the front of his chest and her voice was
breathless as she spoke. “Gar said there are no omegas among your kind. Is that
right?”

His voice was tight. “Yes.”

“Then if you want to mate with me, there will be no shame in
it for you?”

“None.”

“Gar said that I must not touch you unless you ask to be
touched.” Her pulse was throbbing in the vein at the side of her throat, and he
swallowed hard, feeling ready to burst. “But I want your touch.”

He caught her hand and held it to his heart. “Jessie, you
are small. If I lose control with you I could hurt you badly…”

Her first spontaneous smile was innocently wicked as she
looked at his swollen fly and whispered, “You didn’t hurt Hallie.”

He felt heat rise in his cheeks. “You watched when…?”

She nodded slowly, her lips pressing together as if she
thought he might be angry with her. “I wish you would welcome my touch as you
did hers.”

He released her hand and stared at her. “It would be better
not to touch me.”

Jessie bit her lower lip at the dark glow in his eyes. His
body was beautiful to her. The feel of his chest beneath her palm set off
little shivers of anticipation inside her belly and she felt hot and tingly. He
had not removed her hand from his chest. She dragged her fingers down the hard
ripples of his belly to the swelling inside his trousers. His eyes closed and
he gave a deep groan as if in pain.

“Am I hurting you?” She withdrew her hand instantly and he
opened his eyes and licked his lips. He shook his head.

Heartened by his response, she reached to touch it again,
and he placed his hand over hers. “Jessie, if I begin to shift…run. Run like
hell.”

She swallowed hard and whispered, “I don’t believe you will
hurt me. I want to touch you. I want to feel what Hallie felt when you mated
with her.”

His rough bark of laughter brought her eyes to his face.
“You mean when I made love to her?”

“Is that what cats call it? We call it copulation. Breeding.
But Hallie seemed to enjoy it very much. I would really like to feel that.”

She sat up, and the heat of his body was intense through his
shirt and her dress. “Please. I want to touch you.”

He shuddered and she bit her lip, wondering if he was
disgusted with her again. She withdrew her hand slowly and watched as his eyes
grew dark and his chest heaved for breath. “Are you shifting?” she whispered
softly.

Cal brought himself under tight control, shaking his head in
answer to her frightened question. “No, little one. I’m not. I would very much
like for you to touch me.” He reached for his belt buckle and unfastened it,
then unbuttoned his too-snug jeans and unzipped, watching her eyes widen as his
cock broke free of its confinement and seemed to be searching for her hand. His
heart hammered so hard he was afraid she would become frightened and run.
Instead she touched the wet slit on his throbbing crown with one slim finger,
then came up to her knees, forcing him back onto the cold linoleum floor, and
as he stared incredulously down his body at her she took him into her hot mouth
and began to lick and suck mindlessly. Ah, gods…her teeth were changing! He was
ready to grab her and pull her off, but instead of clamping her teeth into his
cock she ran her lips and tongue up the veined side then went down over his
cock as if born to it.

He threaded his fingers into her thick silver hair, ready to
stop her if she suddenly shifted on him, but her eager sucking deepened. Her
jaw opened to allow his cock to reach the back of her throat and intense
pleasure washed over him as he shuddered and came with a guttural shout of
exultation, feeling her taking every drop of his seed and swallowing greedily.

Her mouth was sweet and hot as she drained him, and as he
lay there savoring her mouth on him, he felt the pinpricks of her fangs gently
breaking the skin of his cock, and another massive orgasm flooded him like a
tidal wave as he threw his head back and brought his knees up reflexively to
lift his hips and give her everything. Sweet gods! He could not stop the
ejaculation.

Her mind was whirling as she swallowed his seed. Her vulva
was clenching as if searching for what she held in her mouth and Jessie wanted
more… Instinct took over and she felt the blood throbbing through the thick rod
of flesh that she was gobbling so hungrily. She wanted desperately to taste it,
but sensing that she might kill him if she became too eager, she merely broke
the skin and swallowed the delicious metallic drops that erupted. A white-hot
shot of pleasure surged through her body and she whimpered as she orgasmed
convulsively. Her action brought a fresh ejaculation that she devoured with
trembling pleasure, and after she had drained him once again she licked the
small wounds she had made. Then she crawled up his body, intent on taking what
her alpha had offered.

He lifted his head to stare into her eyes with his glazed
golden orbs and she noted that the pupils had become slits. He was fighting not
to change. But with her need aroused to desperation, Jessie decided that if she
had to die to feel him inside her, she would gladly die. Instinct drove her,
and the smattering of knowledge gained from watching Jock and the alpha female
copulating gave her courage. She had watched Hallie as she had risen over Cal
in the shady copse of trees and she had seen how his body had slowly, gently
entered hers as she had sunk down over him.

“Jessie, Hallie was no virgin when you saw us together…” he
replied to her unspoken thought. “There will be pain for you. I don’t want to
hurt you.” His voice was ragged as she slowly worked the thick crown of his
cock into the warm, wet heat of her untried cunt until she was certain she was
positioned properly.

She swallowed hard and drew a deep breath. “I would take all
the pain in the world to feel you inside me.” Biting her lip, she lowered her
body slowly over his erect shaft…and stopped with a gasp as a stinging pain
shot through her where he was lodged.

“Stop…please…” He clenched his teeth and his hands circled
her waist to lift her away.

“No!” Her sharp response made his eyes widen and made her
stiffen, expecting an angry rebuke and a hard cuff to the head for her
impertinence. The pain inside her stretched entrance was forgotten as she
stared down into his amazed face, waiting for his reaction. But when nothing
happened except that his hands reached to cup her breasts through the thin
yellow dress and his hips lifted slowly to press deeper still, now that the
barrier to her vagina had been disposed of, she closed her eyes and whimpered
at the feel of heavy, silken steel slowly stretching her ‘til his thick root
was seated flush against her body. Pressing deliciously against her pleasure
center.

Cal’s attempt to stop her from continuing was met with a
feral snarl and a harsh refusal to allow him to lift her off his cock. And an
instant look of fear and contrition in those amazing silver eyes made him ache
to show her that he would never abuse her. The slow inward slide of his cock
told him that she had succeeded in deflowering herself and he smelled her
virgin’s blood as she slowly sank over him until her tight sweet channel was
embracing every inch of him. His hands cupped her slight but delightfully round
breasts, and when his throbbing glans pressed against her womb he nearly lost
all control. A rumbling growl erupted from his chest with the pleasure that
filled him and he instinctively rolled his head aside to allow her to take the
vein between his neck and his shoulder to complete the bond.

He carefully flexed his hips and guided her to lift slightly
and lower her oh so tight sheath over him again and again, and he watched her
flushed face as she placed her palms flat over his chest, feeling the taut nubs
of his aroused nipples. If she chose to accept him, she must take his blood.
There must be an exchange of blood and seed. He had bitten her…

Only then did it strike him. She already had taken his
blood! Not from the usual place, to be sure, but she had drunk his seed and his
blood together. And his climax had been amazing. Just as hers had when he had
sunk his fangs into her pussy and had devoured her cream and her sweet blood.

Chapter Seven

Jessie felt a shot of pure elation fill her belly, running
upward to her nipples and back to her body where they were joined. The thick,
hard length of the cock that impaled her was distending the untried walls of
her channel and the opening at the full, rounded tip of his shaft was kissing
her womb with each slow undulation of their bodies against each other. His
chest was taut, the hard muscles of his torso and arms popping with sinuous
veins that carried hot blood through his body, and she suddenly wanted to feel
his palms on her skin instead of through the dress.

She reached over her back and dragged the thin yellow
material up and off her body, and heard his deep growl of satisfaction as her
breasts were bared. His body curved upward like a shot, and his mouth took the
pearled nipple of one breast deep as he gently kneaded and pinched the tip of
her other with his thumb and fingers.

She had wondered before why Hallie had screamed and begged
him not to stop, but now the reason was crystal-clear as she thought the world
had dropped out from under her. The deep thrusts took on a whole different
sensation as he sucked hungrily on her sensitive nipple, then shifted his mouth
to the other as if he could not get her breast deep enough into his hot mouth.

His growls of ecstasy mingled with her cries of pleasure as
her instincts took over completely and she fell onto his chest and sank her
fangs into the hard corded muscle between his shoulder and neck. She came apart
with a howl of pleasure as his blood filled her mouth and his seed pumped hot
and hard into her clenching channel.

The orgasm that took him to the stars continued to throb and
sizzle through his body as his little wolf licked and nuzzled the closing
wounds on his shoulder as they lay in a heap on the kitchen floor, panting and
returning to sanity after their bonding was complete. His engorged cock was
still inside her. His hands moved up and down the silken skin of her back and
ass as she murmured against his shoulder and gently rocked her pelvis on his
semi-solid cock, making him wish that their mating could continue for eternity.
Her pussy was still holding him prisoner and he had no desire to escape. As she
nipped the lobe of his ear and ran her somewhat longer nails over his sensitive
nipples, he shifted his position to get a better angle and slowly lifted his
hips, smiling at the deep moan of pleasure that came from her throat.

“The bed would probably be more comfortable.” He ran his
lips across her jaw and sucked at her exposed earlobe.

“I don’t want to let you out,” she moaned.

“Who said you would have to let me out?” He laughed softly,
and wrapped his arms firmly around her as he rose from the floor and headed for
the stairs.

“Oh…this feels very good too…” she gasped, her head pressing
into the curve of his throat as he adjusted her so that he could remain buried
in her slim body as he climbed. His heart was pounding as he reached the top of
the stairs and strode down the hallway to the room he had decided would be his.

“You make me hungry, little wolf,” he murmured against the
skin of her neck.

She lifted her head and met his golden gaze, and she
blinked. “There’s more venison…”

As he carried her into the master bedroom that Hallie had
slept in, now furnished with a double bed, he laughed and shook his head.
“Hunger comes in many forms, Jessie. And after I satisfy my little mate, I
intend to devour her again…and again…”

Hallie awoke to the sensation of Cal’s joy, and with a sigh
she slipped from the bed she shared with Gar and paced to the window, staring
out at the sliver of new moon and the darkness of the woods beyond the big
house. She was about to turn back to the bed when large, calloused hands
slipped about her from behind and a solid, aroused body pressed against her
back.

“I feel him…” she whispered softly, leaning her head back
against Gar’s hard shoulder. “They’ve bonded.”

Gar kissed the side of her neck and gently pinched her puffy
nipples between thumbs and forefingers. His hard, silken cock slid between her
ass cheeks. “I know. I felt it, as well.” He sighed and nibbled the side of her
neck. “Will you make love with me, Hallara?” His voice was rough with passion
and need and she knew that he would satisfy her well if she accepted his offer.
She adored her alpha mate. She loved his gentle, loving attentions and his
eagerness to please her. He was the perfect mate—considerate and concerned for
her satisfaction before his own. But where Gar was the epitome of male beauty
and a wonderful bed partner, her beta mate, Cal, had filled other needs within
her that Gar simply couldn’t.

Cal had been young, eager and totally uninhibited, taking
her anywhere, anytime…bent over the sofa or splayed over the patio table. His
constant need for her had been flattering and his attentions had been
breathtaking. And, as with all female Seronta shifters, her sexual appetites
were nearly insatiable since her first change. Often, when Gar had slipped into
deep sleep after their vigorous love play, she would find herself craving the
eager attentions of her beta mate, who would leave her worn out and sated
beyond belief. Or he would take her at the same time that Gar took her, and the
delicious pleasure of her two mates filling her had always left her limp and
bonelessly delighted.

She had failed him. She had allowed her duties to interfere
with her attention to her young and exuberant second mate, and he had chosen
another.

Because Seronta females in their first change needed more
sex than one male could provide, males often volunteered to remain in harems,
or to swap mates so that their females could enjoy the variety if not the
quantity of multiple mates. Cal had been raised to expect that his old
playmate, Frea, would be his own mate…and when she had matured earlier than he
and had found a harem of hot young cats to meet her requirements, she had moved
on, leaving Cal with his brother, and not a female leopard in sight. She felt a
pang of regret as she thought of how he must have suffered, having the only
female available to him ignore his needs so callously.

He had bonded tonight with the Lykos—she had felt it as if
it had been her body receiving his. And the bonding had continued for many
hours. It was at that point she had felt the deepest regret for her lax
attitude toward her second mate. And yet how could she begrudge him the joy of
his own soul mate?

Now as she turned into Gar’s embrace and lifted her leg to
wrap it around his hip to allow him access to her wet core, she visualized
Cal’s golden hair and the insatiable need he had for her. Gar thrust deep and
hard, whispering huskily in her ear, “Yes, Hallara…think of us both inside you
once more…think of his body pressed against your back as I fill you. Take everything
I have, and let me ease your need…”

And as his cock slipped from her clenching pussy and slid
deep into her tight rosette, and his fingers found her clit as he leaned her
back into the wall beside the window, she could almost imagine both of her powerful
mates indulging her one last time.

Go with the gods, Cal.

Cal awoke with a start as he heard Hallie’s voice inside his
head. He inhaled the scent of his own little mate, who lay sleeping in his
arms. As much as he cared for Hallie he knew that Gar would meet her needs
well.

He sensed Hallie’s sadness. He closed his eyes and drew in a
deep breath, calming the instinctive need to comfort her and thrilling to the
feel of the sweet, slim body wrapped around him. Torn, he lay quietly as he
considered his options. Hallie deserved to hear from his lips the words that he
knew would cause her pain. After eight years of being her beta mate, he owed
her that much. He had found his soul mate.

He rose gently from the bed. His mate snuggled into the
warmth his head had left on the pillow and his heart clenched to know that she
was his alone. He hated to leave her even for the few minutes it would take him
to run to the big house and share the news of his own mating.

He closed his eyes, bending to kiss Jessie’s soft shoulder
before he slipped quietly from the room. He didn’t bother to dress. He stepped
out onto the roof through the attic gable and simply shifted, leaping to the
overgrown lawn with lithe grace and stretching into a ground-swallowing sprint
down the wooded slope to the house he had lived in only yesterday. He jumped
easily from the garden to the verandah roof, and from there, he hopped
gracefully onto the balcony leading to the room he and Gar had often shared
with Hallie. He heard her soft cries of pleasure and knew that his sibling was
doing all in his power to give her what they had always given her together.

He stood with his hand on the glass and sent her his
thoughts.
I have found her, Hallie. Please forgive me for leaving you.

A few moments later the French doors opened and she stood
there in her robe, her lips curving in an understanding smile. “Nothing to
forgive, Cal. I sensed that this day would come. I wish you all the love you
and Gar showed me. Please don’t be sad. I am thrilled for you.” She reached up
and lightly kissed him on the cheek, then she was gone, the curtains fluttering
as she returned to Gar’s arms.

He drew a calming breath. He had worried for nothing. It had
truly been a miracle that had brought this amazing woman into their lives.
Hallie had always had more common sense than he and Gar put together. He smiled
as he shifted and made the easy jump to the manicured lawn below. Familiar
scents filled his sensitive nostrils as he moved toward the high wall and
sailed easily over it before running back up the hill to his own mate. Then he
stopped in his tracks, frozen as he searched the breeze for the scent trail
he’d just found. It had been there for one hackle-raising moment, then it had
been gone as quickly as it had come to him.

He peered keenly toward the dense trees that lined the
pot-hole strewn lane and allowed his senses to seek the hot, rangy tang of
Lykos. Nothing moved. Perhaps it had been his imagination. After a long, tense
moment, he relaxed and moved on.