The Last of His Kind (7 page)

He
wrenched his mouth from hers.

"
Ceannbeag,
you don't have to. Euan—"

"Fuck
Euan. I need you, now, please, Doric. I've been so scared, and this will help
you heal, right? That's what happened last time. Let me help you, please."

Her
amber eyes pulled him into their depths, and he nodded. She smiled in triumph,
her eyes so dilated with her arousal they turned black, and she hissed a long
drawn out, "Yeeeeessssss, Oh yeeees," when he lifted her and lowered
her slowly on his throbbing cock. She feverishly shrugged out of what was left
of her bathrobe, and her cunt clenched and quivered around his dick. He threw
the robe down on the floor and lowered them down to the ground. In their haste
they fell, and he twisted so that she fell on top of him. The move lodged him
so deep inside her he nudged her womb, and Penelope cried out. She yanked him
upwards by his hair, her eyes wild with pleasure as she rode him with a natural
abandon that made his heart soar and his jaw ache with the need to brand her as
his. But he couldn't do that to her. Not here, not on the ground in a damp
cave, watched over by another who pumped his own dick with slow measured
strokes.
 
It seemed Euan, too, fed off
the sexual energy she and Doric created between them, his injuries healing at
the same rate as Doric's.

As
all three of them hovered on the brink of release, the sounds of flesh slapping
against flesh, groans and moans echoing around the cave, when with an ungodly
squawk Euan spilled his spunk all over his hands. Instantly he shifted and
soared up and away through the skylight opening far above them.

"Is
he gone?" Penelope panted the question, and Doric grunted his response,
unable to utter a comprehensible reply as her pussy walls clamped down around
his cock in her release. She bit into his shoulder, and the slight pain pushed
him too over the edge. He flipped her over and thrust in earnest, roaring his
orgasm into the air, and sending Penelope into several more intense orgasms
that left them collapsed in a tangle of arms and legs on the cold stone. When
her body finally stopped shaking, he kissed her tears off her face and raised
himself on his forearms better to see her expression.

Her
smile lit up his insides, and he smiled at her next words.

"Please
get us out of here, so we can do this again in more comfort next time. This
gives a whole new meaning to the term carpet burn."

Chapter Seven

Penelope
clung to Doric's sleek neck with a white knuckled grip.
Trust me,
he'd
said with that charming smile of his, and still high on endorphins after yet
another Doric-given orgasm, she'd climbed on his back, taking the deep breaths
he'd instructed her to take, and he'd dived head first into to the freezing
cold waters. That had been several minutes ago, and now her ears were fit to
bursting with the water pressure. Her oxygen-starved lungs screamed at her, and
her terrified brain had just one refrain.

Don't
let go, don't let go, don't let go.

She
screwed her eyes shut and buried her face into his neck, swallowing down the
rising tide of panic. It was all right for him. He could breathe under water,
damn it. She, on the other hand, was not a fish. As if he sensed her struggles
he swam faster through the myriad of tunnels. The world sped by at dizzying
speeds; black spots swam in her vision, and she couldn't breathe. Her fingers
lost their grip, and just as everything went fuzzy, they broke the surface.
Doric's tail caught her as she fell off his neck, and he blew air into her face
with such force that she choked.

"Okay,
okay, stop." Her voice sounded croaky to her, and she gingerly opened her
eyes. They were in the middle of the
Loch
, and
she was butt naked on the back of a freaking dinosaur who'd just blow-dried her
hair with his blasted nostrils, so no doubt she had bits of snot stuck in her
hair and –
Oh shiiit.

The
Nessie Discovery Cruise
was heading straight for them. All the occupants
were looking the other way, but if just one of them turned they would discover
a perfect view of Penelope's bare ass. She kicked Doric's sides, and, heeding
her warning, he submerged again. She was thankful he just skimmed underneath
the surface, nudging her head above the water every minute or so for her to
take another gulp of air. Still, they had several near misses with smaller
crafts along the way. Just her damn luck, that the day she chose to ride a
dinosaur, the blasted tourists were out in force. By the time they reached the
seclusion of her side of the
Loch
, her sense
of humor had left her completely. She was sure she had frostbite in places a
girl really didn't need anything to fall off, and her teeth were chattering so
much she would have given a woodpecker a run for his money. Never before had
her isolated cottage looked as welcoming to her, and she breathed a huge sigh
of relief when Doric gently lowered her on the grassy banks outside her home.

He
shifted to his human form instantly and without saying a word, picked her up
and carried her to the house. She clung to him, the warmth of his human body
suffusing her, and whatever she was going to say flew straight out of her
brain, as her body responded to him automatically. It seemed she was a slave to
her hormones, whenever he was in his human form. Not that he looked very happy
to be in it. His hands dug into her skin, and his heartbeat thundered under her
ear. His jaw was clenched and his expression murderous. The deep rumble coming
from his chest had to be the sexiest sound ever. He strode though the still
open front door and kicked it shut behind them with such force the frames
rattled.

Taking
the steps three at a time, he rushed them upstairs in a blur of movement, and
bundled them into the shower. The power shower kicked in with reassuring
efficiency, and Penelope sighed in relief when the stream of warm water rinsed
off the smell of the
Loch
, and heated her
frozen skin. Doric set her on her feet and turned her around in his arms
holding her up against the wall.

"Can
you stand?" His voice sounded rough with emotion, and Penelope blinked
back tears. She nodded her confirmation, and some of the awful tension left his
big body. He ran his hands over her sides, and his scowl deepened at the marks
on her body. Now that the adrenaline was ebbing away, Penelope couldn't help
the wince at his gentle exploration. Every stroke against her raw skin left a
trail of fire in its wake, and Doric swore furiously in his own language.

She
put one trembling hand on his face, and he cupped it with his own.

"I
swear I'm going to find that fucking eagle and stuff him for hurting you like
that."

Penelope
giggled at the image, and warmth spread through her at the emotion behind those
growled words. Doric's eyes narrowed, and she pulled his head down to brush a
kiss against his usually so full lips, now thinned into a grim line. She ran
her tongue along the seams of his mouth, and he opened with a deep groan,
taking immediate charge of the kiss. He explored her mouth with breathtaking
intensity, and she clung to his shoulders. She rubbed her breasts against his
chest. Her nipples hardened into little bullets at the delicious friction his
chest hair created against the sensitive nubs, and she dug her fingernails into
his skin. His cock hardened against her belly, and his grip on her grew
painful, before he released her with another muttered curse. He rested his
forehead against hers for several breathtaking minutes, whilst the water
cascaded over them both, the rising steam creating a cocoon of intimacy in the
small shower cubicle.

"I
could have lost you."

Penelope's
heart clenched at the agony in his voice, and she framed his face in her hands
and smiled at him.

"You
didn't."

 
"You got hurt because of me. I'm no good
for you." He shut his eyes, and he trembled when she kissed his closed
eyelids.

"I'm
not made of glass, and I'll heal. Look at me." There were tears in his
eyes when he opened them, and Penelope allowed her own tears to fall and mingle
with his.
 
They clung to each other, both
needing the comfort, and Penelope shivered as the whole horror of the last few
hours hit her like a wave of pain. Every muscle in her body screamed at her,
and she couldn't stop her whimper. It spurred Doric into action.

He
spun her around until her back rested against his and grabbed the sponge off
the side.

"Shut
your eyes,
ceannbeag,
and let me take care of you." Doric's deep
voice held an edge of steel, and she obeyed without question.
 
His large hand grabbed hold of her wrists,
and curled her fingers around the hand grip on the wall.

"Don’t
let go."

"Yes,
Sir."

His
growl in response vibrated through her, and he tapped her ass twice.

"That's
for being cheeky!"

She
couldn't help her needy moan, and he chuckled into her neck, his stubble
scraping along the sensitive skin there, and her tired body responded to his
nearness immediately. Her nipples hardened again, her juices gathered inside
her cunt, and she leant against the solid, warm mass of him.

"Not
now,
ceannbeag.
You need to rest, and then we need to talk. I
have to explain so many things to you. Once I'm done you may never want to see
me again."

"But I
don't want to talk, damn you." She craned her neck to look at him and
jumped when he pinched her bottom.

"I told
you to keep your eyes closed. Now shut up, and let me take care of you."
The words were harsh, but she could hear the smile in his voice.

She would
have argued, but he chose that moment to gently massage her shoulders; and
Penelope lost herself to sensation.
 
Oh that felt
so
good.
He massaged
all the knots and tension away, until her legs wouldn't support her anymore.
Her muscles quivered and burned, and her skin tightened. Every knead of his
fingers and loving stroke of his hands set her nerve endings alight with the
mixture of pleasure and pain against her sensitized skin. One of his hair
roughened thighs snuck between her legs, holding her up, and Penelope
shamelessly rubbed her pussy against his leg. Her clit throbbed in response to
the tiny darts of pain his hands created along her skin, as he washed her now with
the sponge. He murmured an apology when the sponge dislodged the particles of
gravel with the first layers of her skin, and Penelope panted her arousal. He
moved his thigh along her cunt in response, sponge now abandoned, and his hands
cupped her breasts and squeezed.

"Yeeees,
harder, please, Doric.

Penelope
didn't recognize that needy, breathless voice coming out of her mouth. Doric
groaned into her neck and moved his hands to her hips. He lifted her off the
floor and spread her legs wide, his urgent breaths in her ear pitching her
arousal higher still, as pain and exhaustion morphed into pure need. "Do
you have any idea what your responsiveness does to me?" He growled the
words, and she gripped tighter to the handrail. He rubbed his huge cock along her
slit, the drops of his pre cum burning the sensitive tissue, and something
broke inside Penelope.

"Please,
fuck me, hard."

He plunged
into her tight channel with a deep roar, and Penelope exploded. She clamped
down on his thick, long shaft and rode the waves of pleasure too intense to
process. She bucked and screamed, and writhed against him, seeking something
more, a deeper connection that she sensed he withheld, even as he thrust in and
out of her with a desperation previously missing. Even when he'd been hurt he'd
never been this intense, and the reckless part of Penelope reveled in the loss
of his control. Just as the first hot spurts of his cum burned inside her,
pitching her need for all of him sky high, he pulled out. He punched through
the tiles on the wall with a deep roar that shook Penelope's tiny cottage, yet
the trembling arm he snuck round her waist to hold her up was gentle.

Blood rushing
in her ears and struggling for breath, Penelope released her death grip on the
hand rail and turned round slowly the minute he let her feet touch the bottom
of the shower basin.

She blinked
through the mist and the streaming water, her brain momentarily unable to
process what her eyes were telling her. Doric shook his head, the sodden
strands of his long hair clinging along his neck and shoulders, moving
slightly. The veins on his neck bulged and throbbed, and his teeth crunched as
he ground his tightly clenched jaw. His skin changed color to the black, smooth
texture of his other half, and when he finally opened his eyes they glowed.
Penelope put a tentative hand on his chest and watched in stunned fascination
as his skin bled back to human where her hand rested on his pectorals.

"Don't!"

His agonized
growl trembled up through her hand and spread over her body. She wrapped her
arms around him and pressed a kiss to his chest. A shudder went through him,
and when Penelope opened her eyes again, he was completely back in human form,
barring an impressive set of lethal-looking fangs. Her insides quivered in anticipation
of she knew not what, seeing those incisors, and she stretched up to trace the
outline with her index finger. She swallowed at his groan in response. His cock
lengthened and grew bigger still, and Penelope couldn't take her eyes of the
sheer size of it.