Lion's Dangerous(Kings of the Jungle #1)(33)

The vibrator fell away, its hum muted by the linens. He spread his hand across the small of her back, held her with the rough heat of his palm. "Let me," he muttered. "I know you want more than that."

She did, but- "Oh. God."

Something thick and blunt pressed into her pussy. Long. Not him. She sensed he had taken his stand, wouldn't falter. She wouldn't be feeling the press of his cock or the slap of his sac against her clit. Instead, she'd settle for the smooth, spongy phallus. Sinking deep, pulling back, sinking-

Lily whimpered and squeezed her eyes shut hard behind her blindfold as the fake cock disappeared, leaving her empty. Again.

"Please," she breathed raggedly, proving she would beg.

"Shh," he soothed.

Behind her, the mattress depressed between her splayed knees. Cloth grazed the backs of her thighs as he joined her on the bed. The hand at her back slid around, over her hip and under her belly. Long fingers tunneled between her folds, found her clit, and she wasn't numb anymore.

Tingling pulses of heat rippled outward from that central point as he manipulated her flesh, pulled the hood of her clit back and brushed his fingertip across the exposed peak. She swallowed a shriek but couldn't halt the spasm of her muscles. Gasping for breath, she turned her head to beg again. His herbal scent, sage and something sensuously citrus beneath it, distracted her.

Then pressure. An insistent push between her cheeks, something broad. Thick. Exhaling hard, she forced her body under control and stilled for him.

"That's it," he rumbled. "Relax, sweetheart. It'll only hurt for a minute."

She didn't tell him how much she looked forward to that momentary pain. Didn't tell him how much sweeter the pleasure could be, a tingling reward for her brief hurt.

He thumbed her clit one last time, gathered thick cream from her pussy, and used the wetness to paint a lubricating circle around her anus.

"Now," she whispered and this time he obeyed.

He angled the crown of the phallus against her pucker. Lily exhaled and flexed her inner muscles, a slight push out to aid his push in. The burn, the spark of pain, was instant and she groaned, relishing the first sensation. Fullness followed. Her skin tightened and her nipples peaked, responding to the slight drag of silicone along her inner walls. As he began to fuck her, she blessed him for foregoing synthetic lubrication. This way, she felt everything.

Soon, he found a steady rhythm, unfaltering in his thrusts. She splayed her fingers across the comforter and tried to pretend she held him instead, tried to imagine the flex and release of his biceps in her grip while he drove into her from above.

But it was all imagination. He carried her deep into fantasy without letting her forget the reality of silicone instead of flesh. Expertly applied silicone, but she craved the real thing. His weight pressing her into the mattress. The hard drive of his pubic bone against her clit.

Despite the shortcomings of reality-all her fault, only hers, her fault and her fear of being trapped once more by attraction-she swiftly approached a peak. Her chest ached with each labored, gasping breath and her arms had long since given away. He still remained strong, whispering praise and encouragement with each twisting thrust.

When he rolled her clit between his fingers, she lost the battle of prolonging their session. The bed linens muffled her screaming release. Shuddering, she sprawled boneless on her stomach.



       
         
       
        

Gentle fingers replaced the dildo at her ass. He stroked her crease, caressed her thigh while she panted and trembled.

And finally, he covered her. As she lay shivering, he stretched out along the length of her body. The rock-stiff ridge of his erection nestled up against her ass, but he still wore his clothes.

"Good girl," he whispered beside her ear. Praise.

Lily swallowed. This was what she'd found lacking in their earlier play. Praise afterward. And comfort.

Sinking bonelessly into the bed, she squeezed her eyes tightly shut and prayed he wouldn't leave too soon. Some part of her recognized that she should have been hoping, insisting upon the opposite, that she should summarily dismiss him so she could compose herself and escape.

She was so damn weak. His heart thudded against her back and his breath warmed her cheek. The edge of his teeth on her skin …

Her breath caught as awareness rushed her, bringing clarity back to dulled senses.

How had she forgotten that she was in the heart of a shifters' den? That she was little better than a fluffy bunny between a hungry cat's paws?

She couldn't explain how she knew he was one of the big felines. The knowledge was instinctive, coming from some deeply primitive place.