Tempting The Beast(34)

“I feel nothing but hot satin against me, Merinus,” he gritted out. “You destroy my control like this. Hot

velvet inside, silk and satin out. You make me mindless.”

He leaned over her, the fingers of one hand sinking into her hair, his lips nibbling at hers as he drew

back, then inched in slowly.

“Oh, Callan.” She shivered against him, her hands clutching at his back, her nails biting into his flesh. “I

need you harder. Please, do it harder.”

He resisted temptation. He wanted her slow and easy first. He wanted to take her to the edge of

madness where he seemed to teeter each time he touched her.

“Feel how tight you are, Merinus,” he groaned against her neck, his tongue lapping at the perspiration

there. “Feel how my flesh stretches you, fills you. You were created for me alone.”

Her cunt tightened on him, her muscles spasmed as he whispered the words against her neck. He pulled

back, his hand tightening in her hair, the other holding her hip, keeping her still as she fought to buck

against his body.

His lips tracked to her breast, swollen, curved so sweetly, her nipple poised like a ripe little berry atop it.

He licked it, allowing his tongue to rasp it, his teeth to grip it as she jerked against him, trying to force a

deeper contact. And all the while his cock moved slowly inside her, pushing past tight, slick muscles,

pulling back, dragging the emerging barb across her tender tissue.

“You’ll kill me,” she panted. “What in the hell is that, Callan?”

“What does it feel like?” he murmured against her breast. He was terrified to tell her, afraid disgust

would ride the heels of her desire if he did so.

“I don’t know. Intense.” She gripped him hard, making him grimace as he dragged his flesh nearly free

of her, then pushed forward again. “Firm,” she panted. “It feels like a little finger raking over—me.” Her

cry of pleasure electrified him as he felt the barb emerge further.

He wouldn’t last much longer. Control. He stilled, deep inside her, fighting for breath until he felt the

small protrusion relax marginally. Damn, this was killing him. The sheer pleasure of the elongated growth

scraping over her flesh was almost soul destroying. There had never been anything like it.

“Why did you stop?” she whimpered, pressing against him as he drew her nipple into his mouth for a

quick taste.

“Slow and easy, Merinus,” he growled.

“No.” She shook her head. “Fast and hard. Oh God, Callan. If I don’t come soon I’m going to die.”

She was dazed, beseeching, clenching around him, her soft cream sliding over him. He wouldn’t last

much longer. The barb was pulsing, a demand of its own, his cock was throbbing, demanding action,

demanding the fierce hard friction that sent him spiraling into climax.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He kissed her breast again. “I know you’re tender.”

“No. I’m dying.” He felt her legs lift, encircle his hips and his control disintegrated.

Merinus cried out as the thrusts began. Hard, hot, driving into her. The thick expanse of his cock

stretched her, biting at her flesh, whatever the hell that little thumb of silken torment located on his

erection was doing to her, would kill her. It scraped over the walls of her cunt, caressing nerves she

never would have known existed, swelling against her, pulsing, separating from the driving flesh of his

erection.

Her legs tightened around his hips, driving him deeper within her as she fought for breath. It was so

good. His scrotum slapped at her buttocks, the flesh of his lower abdomen raked her swollen clit. She

felt fire in her vagina, in her womb, burning her, searing her. Her muscles clenched around him, loving the

feel of the rough rasp of whatever it was that stroked the inner walls of her. It was hot. Oh God, it was

killing her with pleasure, like a hard tickle. That’s what it was. A strength destroying tickle that locked her

muscles, stole her strength.

“Merinus, baby,” he groaned against her breast. “I can’t control—”

The little thumb lengthened, raked, locked his cock deep inside her, then impaled the ultra sensitive

tissue in the very depths of her cunt. It moved, pulsed, tickled and stroked until she exploded. She

screamed, feeling the hard jets of his semen as she climaxed around his flesh, her hips arching, her clit

erupting in pleasure, lava thundered through her veins, bubbling with the fierce ecstasy as she pulsed

around him, milking his cock, soaking his flesh.

His hips jerked against her, his rumbling growls vibrating against her breasts as he breathed harshly at

her shoulder, groaning in the throes of his own frenzied release. Then slowly, she felt the pressure ease.