Suffering & Salvation (10 page)

Brand groaned and cupped the back of her head, encouraging her. She flicked his nipple with her tongue, enjoying the growl she earned in response. Isa lent a hand by distending her fangs, scraping one across the nub, scratching the flesh, but not breaking it.

His knees buckled, almost sending him crashing to the floor. “Enough of that, Simi. I won’t be able to make love to you if you keep doing that.”

Smug. That was how she felt when she realized she could make him putty in her hands in an instant. He’d done the same to her, and she liked the fact that she held the same power as well.

He dropped to his knees, gentle fingers skimming her calves and heading toward her feet. She lifted one foot so he could remove her shoe and then the other. He glided his palms up and along her legs, stopping at the hem of her dress. “Simi?”

She’d be naked before him, but she had faith in her mate, so she nodded and replied, “Yes, please.”

He gripped the hem and rose, bringing the silky material with him, the softness against her skin causing another shudder of desire to pour through her veins. In what seemed like less than a heartbeat, she was totally exposed to Brand and Wolfie, body too thin in some places while sagging in others. The years with Malcolm hadn’t been kind to her, but Brand’s eyes didn’t judge, and he didn’t look away. Still, her immediate reaction had her arm moving to cover her breasts, her imperfect skin drooping in a way that had her averting her own eyes.

“No, little cat. You’re beautiful. I can feel your strength just fighting to get out. Let go, Simi. Be proud of who you are…” Brand pressed his lips to hers, brushing their noses together. “Your body’s calling to mine…and Simi…I want to answer.” He edged her backward and she stopped when her thighs touched the duvet on the bed. “Lay back, little one.”

She moved as directed, scooting onto the cool surface of the bed, enjoying the feel of softness against her bare skin. He stopped her when her ass rested on the edge, legs dangling over the side. Her instinct had her thighs closing tight, but he simply eased them apart, placing his body between her knees.

“Just like that, Simi.” He lowered his head and bit her inner thigh, the pleasing pain forcing her back to arch, for Isa to purr in approval. She sucked in a breath, the strange, new feelings confusing her, and scaring and exciting her at the same time.

“Brand?”

“Easy. Just scenting my mate. Remember? In the clearing?”

She did. She remembered. He scented and nuzzled, then mounted. This…this felt too good to be wrong. As she derived pleasure from this special moment they shared, his tongue traced a line from her knee toward her…her pussy. Simi surprised herself by widening her legs, allowing him further access, aching for what he seemed willing to gift to her.

He
licked
her.
There.
Oh, Wolfie hadn’t done that, hadn’t tasted her. “B-Brand?”

“Let me eat your sweet pussy, just a little. So beautiful. Dear god.”

“I’ve never…no one’s ever…”

He smiled.
Smug.
He looked smug.
Again.
“Then I’ll be giving you a very special present, little cat. Just follow your body’s lead. Let it happen, okay? I’ll catch you.”

Was she going to fall?

He buried his head between her legs and sniffed her pussy. Just that word alone made her clench—the muscles she didn’t know she had were tightening in utter anticipation.

Brand licked her again, up one side and then the other, moaning and groaning and growling with every swipe, telling her he enjoyed what he was doing just as much as she did. Then his hands came into play, spreading her nether lips, revealing
everything
to him. She wiggled and shifted, trying to close her legs again, embarrassed and feeling a bit dirty as she watched Brand pleasuring her with his tongue. She was
so wet
and aching for more—that it hurt so good. “Brand,” she hissed, writhing against the bed.

Body arched, fingers digging into the comforter, she cried out from deep within. Something was happening…and it felt so good and scary and wonderful she could barely contain herself. Every nerve in her body was more
alive
than they’d ever been. Her pussy throbbed in time with her heartbeat as each passing second sent the pleasure she felt soaring higher and higher. Steady pressure building between her legs, Simi bit down on her lip, hands active at her side, fisting the blanket with what little strength she had.

“Close…so close.” Her breath came in harsh pants, her lungs burned and she couldn’t think. At this very moment, her mind only allowed for her to focus on Brand and what he was doing to pleasure her. He continued with a steady rhythm against her swelling pussy, tongue flicking over the same spot, over and over again. She couldn’t keep her hips still, and she felt the overwhelming urge to
move.
To be doing something to help her climax along.

The pressure was nearing its boiling point, building nicely, her muscles tensing in preparation for her release. She wondered if she’d felt anything better than what he was doing to her with his mouth. “
Brand,
” she pleaded and begged, her body screaming at her that it was going to break any second now.

He merely growled and increased the speed of his lapping, causing her to jolt, drowning her in so much ecstasy she thought she was going to die. She knotted her fingers in his hair, holding him there, bucking lightly against his mouth.

And then it hit her hard, like a truck skidding down a snow-filled highway and crashing into the face of a mountain at a high rate of speed. She lost all control. Fingers turning into claws, she held him still, the shattering of her body forcing her to grab onto something…anything. Because just like he’d said to her, Simi was quite certain that she was…falling.

The building, the brick by brick assembly of her pleasure, now came tumbling down around her. She shuddered and froze, back arched, mouth gaping, gasping for breath while bits of heaven filtered through her veins. As all of her nerves lit up, words of joy, bliss and happiness sang along them. Isa howled in approval, tongue lolling as she rolled on her back, belly exposed.

Simi had submitted wholly, giving Brand a part of her that she’d never given to Malcolm. Her love. Her body shook in her climax’s aftermath, pussy tightening and clenching, begging to be filled by her mate. She’d never, ever wanted that before, never
craved
it as she did now. But it wasn’t that hard of a thing to want with a man as perfect as Brand.

He slowed the tempo of his moving tongue until he merely kissed her throbbing flesh. “Good?”

“Oh…t-that was…amazing.” She propped herself up on her elbows and stared down her body at Brand. The cocky expression on his handsome face screamed of smugness. Then again, she figured he had right to be.

“Want another?”

She opened her eyes wide. “
Again?
Now?” He chuckled against her pussy and she jumped. “
Oh.
” She guessed so.

He rubbed his cheek against the tender skin, prickly hair causing new sensations to travel through her tingling frame. “Oh…that’s nice.”

She dropped back onto the bed and covered her eyes. She didn’t know if she could live through another one…and so soon. Not with the aftershocks of the incredible orgasm still lingering in her system.

“You do, don’t you, little cat?”

“I’ve never felt one that strong before.”

He stilled, breath fanning her moist pussy. “I’m glad that felt good for you.”

She raised her head and glared at him. “You’re not being smug again, are you? Taking credit for making me come like that?” She didn’t wait for him to answer. Sighing, she continued, “To use your words, no, I’ve never felt so
good
before. Brand…I felt like I was flying.” She sat up enough to cross her legs in front of her, excitement taking center stage again. “Yeah. That’s what it was, Brand. I was
flying.
Like a hawk soaring over the sky… And it was simply…
beautiful.
”

Brand crawled onto the bed and lay down, bringing her to curl around him. Head on his chest, she could hear his heart beating fast beneath her ear. She rubbed his abs, exploring her new man, wanting to get know every line in his skin, every curve of his muscles.

“It
was
beautiful, Simi.”

She circled a nipple with a single finger, spinning the nub round and round. It grew harder with every pass as Brand’s heart rate increased even more with each second. She recognized the signs of pleasure he displayed from her own time under his ministrations.

She shifted up. “You like that, don’t you?”

Brand pulled her down for a kiss. “I do.”

“What else?” she teased, smile forming with ease.

He pulled her on top of him, his hardness throbbing against her belly. “Plenty.”

“Will
I
like it?”

A kiss was his first answer, soft and open-mouthed, tongue playfully flicking, but not entering. “If I do it right, yes. Always. And if I don’t, you can hit me and order me to keep trying until I get it right.”

“All right…Brand?”

“Yes, my love?”

“I’m ready for more.”

Brand pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’d love for you to claim me. Make me yours. I want a mark. I want to make love to you, fill you, and then have you bite me.” He stroked the juncture of his neck and shoulder with his hand. “Right here.”

Oh, Isa liked that idea. Other wolves, birds, creatures of every kind would know that Brand was hers. And hers alone.

“Please?” She leaned forward, teeth scraping the skin, lightly abrading it, but not enough to break the surface.

Brand arched his hips beneath her, hardness pressing against her bare pussy, those telltale tingles shifting within her once more, his groan of pleasure echoing her own. Oh, she wanted that feeling again. But this time, she wanted him…
inside
her.

She levered her body over him and scooted down, torso hovering over his groin. Propping herself on her knees, she unbuckled his belt and went to work on his underwear and slacks. He lay passive and she appreciated the gesture of trust. It was important for her to learn how to take back some of the control Malcolm had beaten out of her.

Brand raised his hips, helping her shimmy the underwear and pants down his legs until they were off.

She crawled up from his feet to his lower torso, eyes staring at the beautiful hard-on between his muscular thighs. She ran a finger down the hardness and it twitched in response, causing her to giggle.

“Hey, woman,” he growled. “No laughing at the man bits.”

She cocked her head. “That’s what you call it?”

“Hmm?” He rocked his hips.

She stroked him from top to bottom with the palm of her hand, silk-covered steel shifting beneath her touch.

“Man bits? Not very sexy, Brand.” She rubbed her finger over the slit at the tip of his erection where a milky drop had formed. She gathered it and brought it to her lips, tongue snaking out for a taste.

Isa perked up, stretching, sated from Brand’s attentions. “Mmm.” Simi and Isa liked it—it had a salty-sweetness to it with a hint of Wolfie. Their essence intrigued her, making her want to do to him what he’d done to her. She stared, licking her lips as she thought about taking him into her mouth for the first time. “I want to suck your man bits.”

“You’re going to be the death of me.” He mumbled and chuckled, arm thrown across his face. “Cock, Simi. Or dick. How about prick?”

She wrinkled her nose. “I take it you don’t like it when I call it that?” He didn’t respond, instead, he just lay there breathing heavy. Simi leaned forward and flicked her tongue across the small opening at the head of his cock, gathering more of his taste into her mouth. “Yummy.” She purred as the fluid spread over her taste buds.

“Do that again.” It was a low, whispered order, but Isa knew he was just feeling the need. What she’d felt not long before. “Please, do that again, Simi.”

Simi went back to lapping at his prick. Prick was a nice word, too, she guessed. She laved him, tip of her tongue circling the top, exploring the ridge beneath the head, breathing in the scent of his arousal. His body twitched with each touch, telling her without words that he was pleased with what she was doing.

She pet him, gentle touches, circling him with her hand and stroking while she played, Isa loving his whimpers and pleas. She rose higher, staring down in wonder at his cock. She wanted to taste more of him.

Lowering her face, she suckled the crown, seeing if she could draw more of his cum into her mouth.

Brand’s reaction was instantaneous. He lifted her head and flipped her over to land next to him, then he shifted so he hovered over her. “Too much, Simi. Too good. I want to spray my cum inside your sweet pussy. Yes?”

She rubbed against him, skin against skin, moaning, “
Yes.
”

“Come back here, then.” He rolled to his back like before and positioned her to kneel over him, legs on either side of his hips. “Just like that.”

His cock hard and ready between them, she stared at Brand, waiting for him to say something. Toying with him.

“Put me inside you, little cat. I want you so badly. Take your pleasure as you ride me. You have full control.”

“I know,” she replied under her breath.

Simi reached for him, understanding that he did in fact trust her. And also the importance for her to be empowered during their mating. Simi positioned his prick at her opening, then lowered herself onto him, taking his dick inside her. He filled and stretched her, touched nerves she didn’t know existed, brought the pleasure she’d experienced earlier, back to life.

She kept lowering, taking more and more, until she rested against Brand’s hips, their bodies joined as one. “You feel so good inside of me.”

“And my dick feels so good inside of you, sweet.”

“Tell me what you want me to do.”

“Fuck me, Simi. Ride me up and down.” He gripped her hips and guided her through the motions.

The tingles returned, springing up in her pussy, arms and legs. Her nipples tightened into hardened nubs and she rubbed them, hoping to ease the ache. Only…touching made them worse…and better at the same time. Pleasure and need combating one another, Simi struggled to think.