The King's Mate [Paranormal Protection Unit 6] (Siren Publishing Classic) Page 10

  Chrissy moved her fingers up and down the slit. She moaned as he rubbed his cock up and down the thick shaft. “Are you excited?” she asked. “Tell me how much you like this,” she moaned.

  “So excited that if you were to come right now I’d likely be right on your coattails,” he growled, softly squeezing his cock as she dipped a finger into her pretty pink pussy. She was killing him, in slow and agonizingly amazing detail. “I want to see you come by your hand, see all that pretty, silky liquid sliding over your fingers as you cream from your orgasm.”

  Chrissy knew that it wouldn’t take her long at all. “Only if when I come you stand up and come over here, slam into my body, and come in me,” she said as she continued to toy with her own body. “I love the feeling of you filling me up, Tryg, and I won’t give that up, dammit.”

  “Absolutely,” he told her as he stroked his cock faster. “You come and I will be there to fill you up as much as I can. And maybe we won’t both collapse into a mangled heap on the linoleum floor.”

  Sliding her fingers into her welcoming hole, she began to move them in and out rapidly. Her knees shook, but she continued to stand as she moved her fingers rapidly. When she brushed her thumb to her clit, she cried out and felt her orgasm washing over her, the liquid heat of her pussy covering her fingers as she screamed.

  Moving quickly, Tryggr caught her hips holding her upright and slammed his cock into her spasming body. Thrusting twice, he came with a bellow, his body shaking as he spilled his seed into her pussy.

  She was glad that he was holding her up because she would have fallen if not. Her body came a second time with his seed filling her full. She was sure that she screamed out his name when she came again and smiled. Bracing her hands on her knees, she pushed back against him. “God, I love you.”

  Growling happily as he started grinning, he moved his hips slightly. “I love you, too.” Pulling her up gently, Tryg kissed her neck. “I especially love watching you stroking yourself. That was a new and exciting twist to things,” he murmured. “But next time I think we should manage it so we actually end up sitting, because I don’t think I’ll survive that again standing.”

  “I wanted to try to give us something new,” she told him with a smirk. “How about you and I sit down and now share some of that food together? I look forward to round two. You inside of me and feeding me while we see what kind of mess we can make together.”

  Laughing softly, he nodded and slid from her body. “I need you facing me,” he said when she protested with a growl. She was actually getting quite good with them, not quite as good as a Changer but building it up nicely. Sitting in the chair, he held out a hand to her. “Come on, darling, straddle me so that we can eat and have some fun at the same time.”

  It was only then that she slid her hand into his. “Since you put it like that, I think that is a good idea,” she teased him with a grin. “I think that you and I sharing that time is going to be mind blowing, don’t you?” Pushing him back in the chair, she approached slowly. “I love you, darling mine.” Her gaze dipped to see he was already getting hard again and smirked. “I love how hard you always seem to be.”

  “Can’t help it,” he groaned, leaning back as he helped her stay steady as she climbed over him. “I see you and get hard, I scent you and I get hard, I see your perfect wet pussy and I’m so fucking hard I’m surprised I don’t have a permanent imprint of my zipper on my cock.”

  “I think that you should start to wear underwear so that you don’t get that imprint,” Chrissy teased as she slid down on his hard and waiting cock. “God bless, you feel so good,” she moaned. Rocking on him, she squeezed him then. “Perfect.” She knew they had to eat, really did, but right now it felt so good to be where she was and where he was.

  “I hate underwear,” he grumbled to her, shaking his head. Lifting a chunk of sandwich for her, he held it to her lips. “Eat, love,” he told her as he stroked a hand up and down her belly lightly. “You need your energy and strength.” Tryg smiled up at her as he flicked her nipple lightly.

  Taking a bite of the sandwich, she lifted up from him and slid back down. She shivered and reached blindly toward the platter of food to bring back a sandwich portion for him as well. “I’m not the only one who will need it,” she happily told him finally after licking her lips and swallowing.

  Grinning, he leaned in and took it in his mouth to chew slowly as he watched her. “I do like how you think, love of mine,” he whispered. Grabbing a slice of orange, he traced it over her nipples before eating the piece and leaning in to lap at the juice.

  Her back arched and she shivered. “More,” she murmured. “I really and truly want so very much more. I love that orange thing.” It felt amazing to feel the orange rimming her nipples and then the way that his tongue caressed the areola. Amazing.

  Grinning, he pressed an orange slice to her mouth before taking another for himself and stroked it slowly over her tight nipples. Chewing the slice, he bent to lick and nibble at her sweet flesh made a little tart by the juices.

  Chrissy’s fingers clenched on his shoulders, her body moving on his and moaning deeply. “That feels so good,” she moaned aloud. Reaching out, she took an orange slice, bit the tip off, and ran it over his nipples.

  Watching her, he leaned back in the chair and nibbled on some of the other bits on the plate while she rearranged herself enough to reach the mess she’d created. Smiling, he let out a happy breath at the first stroke of her tongue. So silky and hot against his flesh, pure pleasure and absolute bliss.

  Chrissy’s body was arched at an odd angle, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was him. Laving her tongue over the nipple, she bit when she was able to get it to stand up and then soothed the slight ache with her tongue before moving to the other one.

  Smacking her ass for the nip she gave him, he growled menacingly. “Watch it, woman. You start bringing teeth to the party and you won’t be the only one taking bites out of folks.” Stroking his fingers lightly up and down her thigh, he smiled at her.

  “Oh but I so very much love it when you bite me, Tryggr. I love when you growl, when you purr, and the nips you give are stunningly erotic,” she said with a grin and bounced on him a little harder, a little faster.

  Helping her to move over him, Tryggr watched her. “You think so, hmm?” he asked softly. Tugging her in a little closer, he nipped at the swell of her breast and then slid his tongue over the skin to soothe it. Growling quietly, he nibbled along her chest to her other breast and repeated the move.

  “Oh, yes, I think so,” she moaned and shivered as she did so. “Harder.” Demand, need, hunger clawed at her. “Love that growl of yours,” she whimpered, moving faster and faster on him. “Not going to last much longer.” Dammit all to hell and back again.

  “We have all the time in the world, love. We can do this as many times as you want.” Almost literally. He wasn’t human. He could get his cock up to attention nearly continuously if she so wished it. Shifting her slightly, he moved her faster, letting her slam down on him again and again. “Scream for me,” he ordered and carefully sank his teeth into her lush breast just as she slid down to envelop him once more.

  Chrissy screamed his name when she climaxed, her walls squeezing him tightly and holding him deep inside of her quivering body as her pleasure coated his cock liberally.

  Shuddering as he held her to him tightly, he growled against her soft flesh. Closing his eyes, he rocked back and forth slightly with her as his body pumped hot seed deep into her hot depths. Gods, he couldn’t believe how much he needed her even after another amazing orgasm, but already he was thinking about their next time.

  “Same here,” Chrissy said with a happy grin and yawn. Collapsed against his chest, she stroked her fingers gently over his chest. “I love you, darling. Later we will work on making plans to go and see your sister. For now I think that we should finish eating, get cleaned up, and then nap?”

  Grinning at the question in her tone, he no
dded. “We can do that.” Grabbing more food, he nibbled on it and passed her some on occasion. She really didn’t seem up to moving more than an inch at a time, which was fine by him. He liked just where she was. Looking around, he nodded. “And we don’t even have a mess to clean up.”

  “See, we are getting better at this,” she teased with a grin. “It’s a wonderful treat to be able to do this. Not something we should do every day, but sometimes would be awesome.” It was wonderful to be able to have him buried deep inside of her when they were eating.

  “We should absolutely do this more often.” He grinned, handing her a couple more sandwich pieces, and ate the last four himself. Lifting the plate of fruit, he settled it on the armrest so they could both reach it and eat the last few pieces.

  “I couldn’t agree more.” Chrissy took one of the grapes and popped it in her mouth, grinning and picking up momentum. “God, I love having you inside of me, Tryggr. I’m beginning to feel a little needy though. I’m thinking that you are very soon going to have to put us down on the floor and truly fuck me so that we can both go flying again.”

  “I could do that,” he agreed, stealing a couple of grapes and nibbling delicately on them. “I was actually thinking that I’d toss you onto the counter and fuck you until your eyes roll in your head and you can’t scream anymore because you’ve screamed so much your throat is raw.”

  “I like that idea as well. From behind,” she added in there with a moan. “God, I love when you take me from behind.” It was always such pleasure when he wrapped his fist in her hair and smacked her ass from time to time. She loved it.

  “You just like me giving it to you a little rough.” He growled, softly brushing a kiss to her hair. “Maybe we’ll do it over the chair instead, softer and much less likely to give you a concussion.” And he couldn’t get the image out of his head of her head thrown back, her moans coating the air, and his cock pushing deeper and deeper into her wet and hot pussy.

  “We could do that.” Chrissy grinned. “Or on the sofa so that when we both come this time we can just collapse on the sofa and have us a nap.” She teased, “I don’t care how we do it. I just know I want to do it.”

  “The sofa would be good, too,” he agreed with a lazy nod. “Finish some more fuel”—Tryg pointed to the fruit—“and we’ll put it to a vote to see where I fuck you blind and hoarse before we collapse into a semiconscious state and rest.”

  That had her laughing. Shaking her head, she winked at him, took another bite of the food, and then pulled back. “I’ve had enough to eat.” She moved up and then down before she slid nearly fully off of him. “Now I want to be fucked. Are you game?”

  “So demanding,” he teased with a grin, kissing her gently. “Get over there, darling. However you want me to take you, you get settled in,” he told her, popping another grape into his mouth to chew slowly.

  She moved to the couch and braced her body so that her chest was rubbing against the back of the couch and her knees were wide apart on the edge of the couch. Waving her rump in the air, she looked back at him. “How’s this, darling?”

  “Very nice, do that wiggle again,” he told her with a grin as he set the plate aside. Getting up, he moved toward her slowly and watched her closely. She was bloody sexy and so free and open with him. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have her.

  “You better believe that you are one lucky duck,” Chrissy teased. “But then again I’m the lucky one as well because I have you. How much better can life be than it is now? I’m happy that you are with me, that you are mine, and I love that you lust after me as you do.”

  “I will always lust after you. You have my heart, baby.” He smiled at her as he moved in closer. Stroking his hand lightly down her back, he smacked her rump lightly and grinned when her arousal got heavier and richer. “You do like a little paddling, don’t you?” he teased, rubbing his hand over her bottom.

  “Yes, I do.” Chrissy never thought she would be into spankings, but when they came from him, oh yeah, she was very much into them. “I love anything you do to me, Tryggr. I love every moment with you. So very much.”

  Leaning in, he brushed his lips to her spine and then nibbled down to her bottom. Sinking his teeth into her soft flesh for a moment, he growled softly. Her scent got heavier, richer, pure ambrosia to his senses. “Gods, I love your scent. I could wallow in it for days and only grow more enamored with you.”

  “Good, I’m glad that you love it,” she said with a grin. Pushing back against him, she dropped her head and all but purred. “I love everything about you, Tryggr. I love the way that you touch me, the way that you kiss me, the way you purr.”

  Growling softly, he nipped at her ass lightly before sliding his tongue over her skin. Running his fingers up and down her inner thighs, he licked and nibbled up her spine. “I adore you, I’m obsessed with you, and I can’t believe how much I love you. It’s intense, vital, and the very reason I get up each and every morning.” Stepping in closer, he caught her hip and thrust into her hard, settling deep with one thrust.

  She shivered in reaction, her head arching back as she did so. “That’s only fair, darling. Only fair.” Since she lived and breathed for him as well. Pushing back hard on him, she whimpered, “More.” A guttural growl almost rose from her throat with that one word.

  “Growl for me,” he demanded as he thrust into her hard. Pulling back, he smacked her bottom and then thrust again. Withdrawing, he smacked the other side and thrust in before reaching forward to catch her breasts. “Growl.”

  Chrissy wasn’t a Shifter, but since bonding with Tryggr, she had begun to growl, mimicking his growl with her own in pleasure. Again and again she pushed back on him. His hand heating her ass as it swatted her had the growl building, and when he pinched and tweaked her nipples, she let go. A loud growl reverberated in her chest and out of her mouth, her pussy milking his cock and drenching him in her juices.

  Squeezing her breasts, he pinched her nipples and thrust harder in and out of her. “That’s it,” he encouraged her. Sliding a hand down, he stroked her clitoris, scraping his nail to the tight bud and flicking it again and again as she began to tighten on him. Seconds later he came, his growl drowning out her scream as he pumped his seed into her again and again.

  Collapsing against the back of the sofa, Chrissy panted. Her eyes closed, she whimpered slightly when he pulled from her body. Smiling back at him, she whispered, “God, I love you, baby. I love so very much when we do things like this, too.” Wild, uninhibited, needful, loving, and so explosive neither of them could move.

  Sitting on the sofa, he tugged her limp body into his lap and wrapped her up tight in his arms. Burying his face in her neck, he breathed her in. Their scents were intermingled and tangled up tightly together. She carried his scent in her skin and he carried hers in his. It was exactly as it should be. “I can’t feel my legs. They’re all numb and a little tingly.”

  That had her grinning. “Then I’m doing something right,” she teased him with a smile. “I’m glad that you are in my life. So happy to have you,” she whispered and yawned. “I think, however, I need to have a nice long nap now, sweetheart. You wore me out.”

  “I think that was the other way around, darling,” he murmured on a chuckle. Shifting, he stood with her in his arms and carried her up to their bedroom. Laying her down on the bed, he tucked her in. “I’m going to go and clean up and then I’ll come back and join you.”

  “Sounds good.” She curled into their bed and sighed happily. Another yawn and she pulled the pillow toward her. She was soon sleeping like a log.

  Chuckling under his breath at her soft snoring, Tryggr left her to rest and went to clean up. Hopefully he’d not tire her out one of these days and they’d be able to just relax and talk after a seriously intense loving. Not that he saw that coming in the near future, but one needed goals.

  Chapter Nine

  “Quit fidgeting, love,” Tryg murmured as he parked the car before the large
old stone home. “It’s just my sister. She will love and adore you nearly as much as I do. Trust me,” he said and got out before she tried convincing him to head back to the city. Moving around, he lifted a hand when he saw an upstairs curtain move and smiled at the excited look on Bethany’s face.

  Opening Chrissy’s door, he helped her out. “You have about three seconds before I’m being mauled and our ears are being talked off, so try and not look so panicked, all right?” Brushing a kiss to her lips, he turned as soon as he heard the door open and took a step forward, bracing for the weight of his sister flinging herself at him. Grunting, he caught her and held her as she tried to squeeze the life out of him.

  Bethany was talking a mile a minute as she hugged Tryggr. Finally releasing him, she touched her hands to his cheeks and turned to the woman at his side. Not leaving her brother’s arms, she grinned. “Please tell me that you are my new sister?” she asked with a purely happy smile.

  “Well, I have mated with your brother so, yeah, I guess I am.” Chrissy immediately liked this woman. She was so free with herself, so happy, and it was a joy to simply be in her presence. She liked it. A lot.

  Shaking his head now that his sister had finally wound down a little he said, “Chrissy, this is my baby sister, Bethany.” He gave her a squeeze and grinned at her pained look. “Beth, this is my bond-mate Christine, or Chrissy as she prefers. I should warn you that you may want to count all the puppies now before we go inside. She’s likely to try and smuggle a few out of here when we leave.”

  Chrissy did have the graciousness to flush at his comment and grinned at Bethany. “I’m a vet, but that only feeds my love of animals. When your brother found me, I was able to give away a full litter of puppies and kittens that would have otherwise gone to the pound, us getting one of each of course,” she added with a grin. “And Tryggr loves the balls of fluff, and they absolutely worship him, so it might just be him that brings one home.” Bethany shot her brother a startled look. “You actually took home babies?” she asked in complete and utter shock. Shaking her head, she looked to Chrissy and explained. “About fifty years ago he had a pup that was hurt horribly. It was the last pup of a line that he’d had for centuries, always keeping one of each of the litters,” she whispered. “He vowed never to put up with the death of another pet again and has refused all my offers of puppies.”