The Beast's Bride (17 page)

"You are taking forever to remove my clothes," he told her in an almost feral tone. "Clearly this is torture."

"I know," she told him in a coaxing voice. "Don't worry. I'm getting to the good stuff."

And she finished undoing his laces and tugged the pants down to his knees. And sucked in a breath.

Oh…nice. He'd felt large underneath the clothing, but the sight of him exposed made her mouth dry. He stood, proud and firmly erect, springing forth from the light fur covering his body.

His cock was nude, the crown a deep reddish purple with need. Pre-cum slicked the heavy head, and his balls were large, heavy sacs that just begged to be stroked.

Her fingers curled with delight. "I like the look of this."

His legs curved backward like an antelope, and he had hooves. But she didn't notice those.

She only saw her Duncan and how badly he wanted her.

And so she laid her hand on his length and wrapped her fingers around him, feeling the scalding heat of his skin. He groaned when she touched him, closing his eyes as she explored his length. If she wrapped her fingers around him, they barely met on the other side—his girth was that large. The crown of his cock was thick, the ridge of the head something that called to her fingers to explore. She lightly traced it with fingertips, feeling the excitement of touching him pooling in her belly again.

10And she wanted to take him into her mouth. So Pippa slid off the edge of the bed and knelt on the floor before him and cupped him in both hands. She looked up at Duncan, but his eyes were closed tight, as if in intense pain—or intense ecstasy.

She liked that.

Hesitant, watching his face, she leaned forward and slid her tongue over the head of his cock.

His eyes flew open and he stared down at her. Then, he gave an intense shudder. "Pippa," he said, his voice ragged. "Do not, or I will lose control—"

She ignored his warnings. After all, she wanted him to lose control. So she leaned in and swiped her tongue over him again, then took the crown into her mouth and gently sucked.

Hot cum exploded in her mouth, and Duncan groaned again, pulling away from her. He

retreated a few steps back, and as he did, he left a trail of cum that ran from Pippa’s lips down to the carpet. "Damn! I…I'm sorry."

Pippa swallowed and then wiped at her chin with the back of one hand, half pleased that she’d made him come and confused that he’d retreated. "Why did you pull away, Duncan?"

He wouldn't look at her. "I…could not control myself."

Was that shame in his voice? She followed him, moved behind him and wrapped her arms around him and laid her cheek against his back. "Was that your first time with a woman?"

He was silent.

"I'll take that as a yes."

"It's not your first time with a man?" he asked in a grudging voice.

"No," she told him honestly. "Is that a problem?"

"No. I just…wanted to please you."

Her hands smoothed over his chest and she smiled against his back. "Duncan, you have pleased me. Now we've pleased each other. But the night is still young, and I still want more of you. It's okay if you came fast. I expected it."

"I came…in your mouth."

"I know," she told him. "Did you like it?"

"Too much."

She chuckled, stroked her hands down his chest again, and then slid them to his cock. "I liked it, too. Why don't we get into bed and continue exploring each other? Touching you turned me on even more."

10"It did?" There was astonishment in his voice. "Even if I am a beast?"

"You are Duncan," she told him softly. "The man I…" she hesitated, then said, "cherish."

He turned and looked down at her in wonder. "I find myself constantly in a state of wonder that you want me for me, Pippa."

Uneasiness at his sweet words moved through her. "Of course I want you for you. I can't imagine you any other way. All I've ever wanted is for you to be yourself."

Not that he'd believe that when she ran away tomorrow, and he found himself at the altar with her sister. She shook her head, forcing such thoughts away.

Duncan grabbed her by the waist and swung her back into the bed, ignoring her squeals of protest. "I've a mind to repay the favor you just gave me, my fair bride."

"Oh?" A hot little flutter started in Pippa's belly at his words. "What did you have in mind?"

There was that liquid gold gleam in his eyes again, and he pushed gently at her shoulder. "I would put my mouth on you like you did me."

"Oh," she breathed, and heat pulsed through her again. She fell back to the covers and let her thighs part, her entire body quivering. She'd never done this. Most of the guys she'd dated had never been all that interested in it, and she'd never pushed. She figured that eventually someone had to want to do it to her. And it seemed that her beloved Duncan did, after all. A shiver of anticipation and excitement moved through her. This would be a first they would share together.

His paw-hand slid down her leg, and then smoothed along her inner thigh. She arched when he pulled her legs apart, spreading her to his gaze. She felt raw, exposed, and vulnerable…and incredibly turned on. His fingers touched her pussy again, sliding through the slickness of her desire. And then he leaned forward and pressed his mouth to her. She felt his tongue flick against her clitoris, a quick taste.

And she sucked in a breath when he groaned and then buried his mouth against her flesh. Her body stiffened with anticipation, and then she felt his tongue swipe at her clit again. "You taste…glorious," he growled against her flesh, and that sent little flutters of excitement racing through her. And then his tongue began to stroke and roll her clit, his big hands trapping her thighs into an open position, and she moaned wildly. It was like having his fingers on her, but better. And his thick mane fell over her thighs, brushing against her skin as he tongued and stroked her clit with his mouth, sending jolts of desire and excitement through her body. His 10tongue pressed against her clit, over and over again, and then she began to slowly rock her hips, needing more pressure, more something, because she was so close.

And then she came all over again, a sharp cry escaping her.

He groaned, lapping at her sex. "Love your taste."

The orgasm continued to rock through her as his tongue stroked inside her core, as if milking her for every last drop of her juices. Pippa shuddered and shuddered all over again, unable to help herself, unable to stop coming. Eventually, exhausted, she pried his face away from her thighs. "No more," she breathed. "Can't stand it."

"I could stay there for hours and not get enough," he told her in a husky voice, and that sent ripples of pleasure all through her again.

Hours and hours of that? She'd go insane, and it'd be a sweet trip down.

Her hand stroked through his mane, feeling it tangle around her fingers. "But this isn't just about me," she told him softly. "This is about both of us, and finding pleasure." She dragged her fingertips over his shoulder, enjoying the feel of his weight over her thighs. She suddenly wanted that heavy weight over all of her, sinking deep inside her. "And I want you inside me now. I ache for you."

Duncan groaned and pressed his face to her mound again, kissing her once more before moving back up on the bed. He lay beside her, and she felt the hot press of his cock, insistent, against her flesh. But he didn't move on top of her. He just lay next to her and stroked his hand through her hair, as if unable to stop touching her but wary of moving forward.

She'd have to encourage him, obviously. So she slid her hand to his cock and gave it another stroke with her fingers. "Don't you want to be inside me, Duncan?"

He thrust against her hand, the movement jerky, as if unable to control himself. "More than anything," he rasped.

Pippa tugged at him until he rolled forward, and then his heavy weight was over her, the heft of him cradled between her thighs. He lay awkwardly, shifting, constantly trying to adjust his weight, and then she realized the problem. His legs bent at a different angle than hers - like a deer's back legs, his knees bent backward. He couldn't brace himself on his knees and sink between her legs—his beast's body wouldn't work that way. His hooves were unable to support him.

And he knew it.

10She considered the furniture in the room. The bed was too tall — he could stand but even with his formidable height, they wouldn't match up. One of the couches? Then, the perfect idea struck her.

A surge of tenderness swept through Pippa, and she stroked his cheek. "You know what I have always wanted?"

"What?" he asked in an aching voice.

"To be bent over a table by my lover," she said with a light glide of her hand over his shoulders. They were so strong, so tense. "And taken from behind."

He sucked in a breath, his hands clenching at her waist. "That is…what you want?"

"More than anything," she told him. "And I want it to be you."

He groaned and buried his face against her again, as if struggling to control himself. Duncan got up from the bed, his movements awkward, and dragged her to the edge, and then pulled her into his arms, carrying her as if she weighed nothing more than a doll. She wrapped her arms around his neck, losing them in his thick mane and burying her face against him as he crossed the room. She felt him stop at the table and shove aside the chess board and pieces as if they were nothing, and then his hand slid over her back again, questioning.

So she pressed another kiss to his neck and then slid down his body, her feet touching the ground. She couldn't resist a playful, teasing little brush against his cock, then moved to the table and lay on the surface, her belly sucking in at the cold feel of it.

"Are you sure?" Duncan asked again, his voice ragged, his control clearly on the breaking point.

She nodded and clung to the edges of the small table, her bottom hanging over the side as she pressed her cheek against the wood. And slowly, ever so slowly, she parted her legs and exposed her sex a bit more. "Touch me, Duncan. I want you so badly."

She felt him come up behind her, his big shadow blocking out the flickering light of the nearby fireplace. One large hand skimmed over her flank, and then he stroked a finger through her sex again, as if determining her wetness. She was incredibly slick and impossibly turned on by all of this, and him, and she writhed at that soft touch. "Please," she moaned. "Take me."

"I am big," he warned.

"I don't care. I'm wet and I want you. I can handle it." When he hesitated again, she told him,

"Feel how wet I am."

11He sank a finger inside her, and she cried out with pleasure. She felt his body shudder with need, even as he stroked the finger inside her again. "Hot and wet for me."

"For you," she agreed, rocking her hips. "Please, Duncan. Inside me."

Duncan stepped forward and she felt the heat of his thighs against the backs of hers, excitement rising through her. The hot length of his cock rested against her ass, tormenting her with its nearness. His hands glided over her flesh, feeling her movements as she quivered and leaned back against him, encouraging him to take her.

Pippa spread her legs even wider, bucking her hips against the table, and was rewarded with the stroke of his flesh against hers. A whimper escaped her. "More."

He groaned again, and she felt him stroke his cock against the seam of her ass once more, then he fit the head of it against her core. As he did, she tensed, just a little. He felt…big. Much bigger than she was used to. But she couldn't worry about that now, because this was Duncan, and she wanted to prove to him that he was desirable, and wonderful, no matter what—or who—

he was.

The head of his cock pushed into her, just a little, and Pippa immediately felt the stretch of him. She moaned, clinging to the table, and wriggled, doing her best to keep still underneath him. Every inch of her wanted to buck back against him, to shove that thick cock deep inside her, but she forced herself to be still and let him go at his own pace.

When she didn't run away from him, Duncan seemed to relax a bit, and he thrust, just a little, against her. Pippa moaned again, the sensation of his cock a mere tease against her needing flesh.

Then he thrust again and pressed deeper, and she sucked in a breath as he began to stroke into her, pushing a little more with each slow, careful drive into her body. He was huge, and he was being slow and careful, and she still felt the burn of him. And it was good, so very good that she whimpered.

He stopped.

"No," she choked, shaking her head. "Keep going. Feels good."

One big hand anchored at her waist, and then he thrust again, slow, hesitant. Her calf muscles tightened with pleasure, and she groaned again. Dear lord, he felt good against her. "Just like that," she breathed, encouraging him.

He thrust again, and then, groaned himself. "How…how do you feel?"

11"So good," she breathed, a blissful smile on her face. And it was true. He was full and hard and wonderful inside her. "Are you all the way in?"

"Yes," he told her, and there was strain in his voice.

"Excellent," she said with a purr, and began to rock her hips, squeezing her internal muscles around him.

He hissed in response, and his hips jerked against hers in an involuntary motion. She moaned, and bucked up against him again. "Deeper."

He thrust again, as if testing the waters, and when she didn't buck him off, began to slowly rock in and out of her, establishing a rhythm. His cock dragged in and out, inflaming her with desire as his movements began to pick up pace and rhythm. She lifted her hips slightly to meet his thrusts, enjoying the feel of his hot flesh meeting the backs of her legs. He was so big inside her, so full, that it was driving her wild.

"Duncan," she moaned. "Oh god, Duncan. You feel incredible. Faster. Harder. You can't hurt me."

His breath hissed again. He thrust in a controlled way one more time, and then the dam seemed to break. His next thrust was more of a pound, and then he was slamming into her from behind, his hands digging into her hips as he lost control, surging into her with rough, wild pounding.