crushed velvet caresses my bare bottom when I sit on the unusually high bed. Brady kneels before me and drapes my legs over his shoulders. I lean back on my elbows when he tastes me. Moaning, I fall back and arch up. His tongue caresses me, and when he dips it into my channel, my orgasm slams into me quickly. My cries are loud, and I'm glad nobody can hear them.
"That's it, love, don't hold anything back with me." Brady's hands reach under my ass to squeeze. "I want you to tell me your fantasies, and I'll make them come true."
I recall the dream of him shifting and the feel of fur against me, but I'm not ready for something like that. "All I want right now is you inside me, filling me." It occurs to me we know nothing about each other's sexual past, and I add, "I'm clean. I was tested a few months ago and haven't been with anyone since."
"I'm clean too. I can't get human diseases." He crawls up my body and kisses me. Our flavors intermingle, and the combination is a heady mix. He whispers against my neck, "I don't want to use a condom with you. If we get pregnant, are you okay with that?"
I nod because my body is aching with need, and I can barely think. "Please, I can't wait any longer."
The silky tip of his cock slides between my folds, and he enters slowly. It's larger than I've ever experienced, and he stretches me. I mewl at the mix of pleasure and pain. Propped up on his elbows, he watches my face as he enters completely.
I thrust up, begging for him to move. "Make me feel you, Brady."
He pumps hard, and I rock into it as the pace increases. Sweat is slick on our skin, and the sound of us panting urges me on. I ride the waves as they increase in intensity. I'm about to fall when Brady stops and grunts out, "Mine. Say it."
I'm so close. "I'm yours, Brady. Always yours."
He moves again and lowers his mouth to my wrist. When he sucks on the tattoo, I crash and scream out his name. As the world spins around me I'm aware that pain is shooting through my arm. Brady lifts his face to me, and blood is on his lips. Did he bite me? He cries out my name as he comes.
Oh, God, that felt amazing. I watch as he licks at my tattoo. The bleeding stops as hot fire sears its way up my arm and spreads through my body. It hurts, and I begin to whimper. The burning sensation increases, and I'm sure it's wrong. "Brady, something's happening." Tears spill out of my eyes.
He sits up and looks at me. He grabs my arm, and a look of horror covers his face. My skin is red, and I scramble up against the headboard as if he’s making it worse. The angry flush creeps over my body as the pain follows.
I can't hold back my fear. "What have you done to me?" I begin to writhe in agony. "It hurts, Brady. It really hurts."
"I." He shakes his head. "Oh, God, Carly. I don't know!"
By the time it starts down my legs, I’m blind to everything except the sharp white light of my torture.
I think I'm screaming, but the sound is muffled by the throbbing in my head. Loud thumps break through as I hit the headboard in my thrashing. What evil has overtaken my body?
Brady’s voice is in my ear. “Hang on. Help is on its way.” But I can’t. As if a shade has been pulled, everything fades to black.
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Chapter 9
S ierra
K eith's house isn't nearly as big as Brady's, but he must do well for himself because it's beautiful. It's a more modern design, and when I enter, all the windows fascinate me.
Clear glass takes up the majority of a two-story-high wall in the great room, and the sensation is as if we're in the middle of the forest. There’s no lawn, and there is just enough space to keep trees from brushing up against the house.
I glance at Keith, and a smile covers his face. "Go ahead and look."
I wander over. The glass is cool on my fingers when I touch the window to make sure it's really there. Green moss lies like carpet leading to trees that were probably thinned. The brown and gray branches have tiny buds on them, adding just a hint of
"That's it, love, don't hold anything back with me." Brady's hands reach under my ass to squeeze. "I want you to tell me your fantasies, and I'll make them come true."
I recall the dream of him shifting and the feel of fur against me, but I'm not ready for something like that. "All I want right now is you inside me, filling me." It occurs to me we know nothing about each other's sexual past, and I add, "I'm clean. I was tested a few months ago and haven't been with anyone since."
"I'm clean too. I can't get human diseases." He crawls up my body and kisses me. Our flavors intermingle, and the combination is a heady mix. He whispers against my neck, "I don't want to use a condom with you. If we get pregnant, are you okay with that?"
I nod because my body is aching with need, and I can barely think. "Please, I can't wait any longer."
The silky tip of his cock slides between my folds, and he enters slowly. It's larger than I've ever experienced, and he stretches me. I mewl at the mix of pleasure and pain. Propped up on his elbows, he watches my face as he enters completely.
I thrust up, begging for him to move. "Make me feel you, Brady."
He pumps hard, and I rock into it as the pace increases. Sweat is slick on our skin, and the sound of us panting urges me on. I ride the waves as they increase in intensity. I'm about to fall when Brady stops and grunts out, "Mine. Say it."
I'm so close. "I'm yours, Brady. Always yours."
He moves again and lowers his mouth to my wrist. When he sucks on the tattoo, I crash and scream out his name. As the world spins around me I'm aware that pain is shooting through my arm. Brady lifts his face to me, and blood is on his lips. Did he bite me? He cries out my name as he comes.
Oh, God, that felt amazing. I watch as he licks at my tattoo. The bleeding stops as hot fire sears its way up my arm and spreads through my body. It hurts, and I begin to whimper. The burning sensation increases, and I'm sure it's wrong. "Brady, something's happening." Tears spill out of my eyes.
He sits up and looks at me. He grabs my arm, and a look of horror covers his face. My skin is red, and I scramble up against the headboard as if he’s making it worse. The angry flush creeps over my body as the pain follows.
I can't hold back my fear. "What have you done to me?" I begin to writhe in agony. "It hurts, Brady. It really hurts."
"I." He shakes his head. "Oh, God, Carly. I don't know!"
By the time it starts down my legs, I’m blind to everything except the sharp white light of my torture.
I think I'm screaming, but the sound is muffled by the throbbing in my head. Loud thumps break through as I hit the headboard in my thrashing. What evil has overtaken my body?
Brady’s voice is in my ear. “Hang on. Help is on its way.” But I can’t. As if a shade has been pulled, everything fades to black.
22
Chapter 9
S ierra
K eith's house isn't nearly as big as Brady's, but he must do well for himself because it's beautiful. It's a more modern design, and when I enter, all the windows fascinate me.
Clear glass takes up the majority of a two-story-high wall in the great room, and the sensation is as if we're in the middle of the forest. There’s no lawn, and there is just enough space to keep trees from brushing up against the house.
I glance at Keith, and a smile covers his face. "Go ahead and look."
I wander over. The glass is cool on my fingers when I touch the window to make sure it's really there. Green moss lies like carpet leading to trees that were probably thinned. The brown and gray branches have tiny buds on them, adding just a hint of
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