Suffering & Salvation (11 page)
“Beautiful. My Isa, my little cat.” His hands tightened on her hips and she followed his movements—rising and falling, letting gravity do its work.
Her breath came in shallow pants, body fighting with itself, wanting to go on and be still at the same time. She raced toward release, letting the pleasure course through her, welcome and embrace her like it’d done before.
Brand’s hands moved, but she didn’t care. Instead, she focused on the rhythm that would bring her to her second orgasm of the night. “Come.” She liked how that word just rolled off her tongue, but loved how the rawness of their action was turning her on even more. And then she felt his finger press against
that
tender spot between her lower lips. That special spot he’d licked and tasted, making her feel so damn good.
She cried out, head dropping back, fingers pinching and plucking her nipples, body singing as she flew higher and higher as she moved up and down his length.
“That’s it, Simi. Come on my cock.” He grunted and groaned, body tense beneath her, jerking with each rise and fall of her hips. She increased her pace, the flicking of Brand’s finger matching her own fervid movements, giving her more and more pleasure as she worked to snatch his away from him. Greedy, greedy little cat.
Simi continued, shifting, sliding, caressing him with her inner walls, the pressure in her pussy mounting, getting ready to explode at any given moment.
Spasms caused her internal muscles to tighten around Brand, and the harder she worked at massaging and milking his cock, the higher and higher the blissful feeling sent her soaring. Isa and her, a cougar with wings, dancing on air.
More and more he gave and she cherished it all, easing toward the sun, working toward her ultimate goal.
And then… Then the position changed, Brand flipping them over, pushing her beneath him. The angle, the adjustment only furthered her pleasure, pushing her ever closer to the scorching heat.
“Mine,” he growled, lowering his head to her shoulder, licking and biting the skin.
Isa growled and snarled her agreement, distending her fangs. The pleasure hovered near, needing that simple, animalistic act to shove her over the edge. Simi lifted her head and sunk her fangs into Brand’s shoulder, blood coating her teeth and tongue, Wolfie and Brand infusing themselves with Isa and Simi for all of eternity.
Teeth embed in flesh, she froze, scream of joy muffled against her mate’s skin. Brand thrust his hips furiously and then he did the same as she had, his teeth making their own mark on her. Body stiffening and stilling, the hot bath of his cum coated every bit of her inner walls.
Isa rejoiced at the mating, savoring the closeness of their bodies, the mingling of their blood, tying them together in an unbreakable bond.
Simi eased her fangs free of Brand’s flesh, lapping at the small rivulet of blood her withdrawal left in its wake, stemming the blood flow with her tongue against the open wound. Her mate did the same, each of them still reveling in the aftermath of their once in a lifetime mating ritual. His cock was softening, but still inside, allowing her to savor the remaining moments of them being connected as one.
His breathing eased and he rolled again, slipping free of her as he brought her to his side, tucking her head beneath his chin. She snuggled tight, wanting to be as close as she could to her mate, wishing they really could be
one.
Isa yawned, purring low, projecting the image of her pregnant with cubs, reminding Simi that there would be young soon—for them to look after.
“Brand?”
“Hmm?”
“We’re having cubs.” She stroked her naked belly. Awed by the mere idea of becoming a mother.
“Mmm-hmm. Yes, we are, little cat.” His fingers smoothed the skin of her back, leaving goose bumps in their wake.
“I can’t believe it.” Wonder filled her voice. The very
idea
of motherhood. “I’m nervous, though.”
“Shh. You’re not alone, Simi. I’ll be right there with you…by your side.” His voice was soft, quiet snuffles coming after the last word he spoke, letting her know he was already drifting into sleep. He looked sated, so happy and at peace.
“But…” She nibbled her lip.
“No, buts. You’ll do just fine. Besides, Gemmie, Eama and I’ll be with you…every step of the way.” Breathing deep, he added, “You’re my mate, Simi. You will never be alone, ever again. I swear on it.”
She lifted herself off of him and sat up, gaze fixed on his half-closed eyes. “I know, I know. You’re nothing like Malcolm…nothing like my parents. But still, I can’t just snap my fingers and wish it all away.” Breathing in a lungful of air through her nose and releasing it slowly through her mouth, she continued, “I just don’t want to be hurt again.”
His eyes opened and he sat up, scooting his back against the headboard. Looking straight at her with a tight expression marring his otherwise handsome face, he said, “I will never mistreat you. I will do right by you and by our cubs. If I could, I would take all of your pain away, little cat.”
“I love you, Brand. If anyone can help me shed the years of pain and suffering away, I know it’s you.”
“And I love you, Simi, peculiarities and all.”
“What? What’re you talking about?”
“Panties or no panties, bra or no bra, I’ll still love you.”
“Shut up, Wolfenstein.” Simi smiled. Not the smile of someone broken and beaten, pandering to her abuser. No. It was one of true happiness, of unconditional love and finally gaining acceptance…
A simple expression that told of her escaping the clutches of suffering, and finding salvation in the arms of a wolf named Brand.
Celia Kyle would like to rule the world and become a ninja. As a fallback, she’s working on her writing career and giving readers stories that touch their hearts and *ahem* other places.
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Kenzie enjoys writing, long walks on the beach, kisses at sunset, and eating lobster—not necessarily in that order.
Living in South Florida gives Kenzie all of the above and then some, not to mention 80 degree winters, and death defying excitement—in the form of daily drives through city streets alongside fellow Floridians.
With three cats and partner in life, coupled with the wonderful weather and beautiful scenery, Kenzie’s never short of inspiration.
