WickedBeast (23 page)

Kelly’s breath came in harsh gasps as somehow the power in
his hips turned up a notch, slamming at blinding speed. The smack of every
contact sounded louder as he continued to fuck her with harsh, driving thrusts.

“I need,” he growled through his teeth.

Her body was tightening again, answering his demands. His
hand kneaded her breast as he snarled his vulnerability. Primitive
gratification joined the vortex of sensation and emotion swallowing her alive.

This male held her under his pounding cock, her legs
ruthlessly immobilized over his shoulders and her hands stretched above her
body. He was taking her as basically as he could and her body was going crazy.
His control of her movements was complete but the fire leaping in his eyes told
her she drove him. The knowledge was erotic and edgy.

Again an orgasm rocked her, drawing a scream from her lips.
At her cry, his head whipped back and her unfocused eyes followed his every
move as his mouth opened. She thought he would howl, but what came out of his
mouth was much more demanding than that. It was a quiet roar that ended in a
long, drawn-out purr as his body continued fucking her.

That’s when Kelly realized he was still controlling himself
to a great degree. The beast entering her body was being as gentle as he could
be. The instincts driving him could be recognized as an animal to some degree
but there was something else too. Something much bigger and darker.

The purr stopped, his head came down to look at her. “Need
more.”

Kelly simply looked at him. “More what?”

“More submission.”

“I don’t understand,” she panted the words.

“Predators need more. Must control them,” he said again
insistently. The words were almost unrecognizable as he growled them. His lips
drew back, displaying gleaming fangs where teeth had been before. “Trust me.”

He abruptly released her and pulled out of her body. His
hands grasped her hips, flipping her on the bed easily so she was facedown.
“Knees up,” he snarled. “Do it for me.”

It sounded as if he were strangling on the words as he
demanded her acceptance. Kelly came up on all fours and there was another muted
growl behind her.

“Head down, hands over head. Offer mate.”

He was directing her to expose and offer her body to him.
Her arms trembled and she dropped to elbows, her head sank down as she laced
her fingers behind it. Doing as he demanded shot a potent mix of erotic
awareness through her.

“Spread legs. Arch back. Must have more.”

Her body shifted as directed and she heard another long hiss
from him as his hands grasped her hips. His thighs moved to the inside of hers,
ensuring she remained spread as he directed, his cock brushing her entrance. He
held it there, moving on her folds in a circular tease. The rumbling purr
continued. Kelly realized he was watching. Looking down on the spread of her
ass and cunt and purring.

One of his hands reached around her hip so he could pull her
folds open from the front with two fingers, exposing her more fully for his
view. He pushed into her body as he held her open, sliding into the wet channel
easily, slowly this time, sinking into her in a deliberate rhythm. The fingers
holding her folds went to work caressing, moving up and down as he stretched
her round his cock.

His fingers left her but not for long. Wet with her
excitement, he painted the puckered opening of her ass as he continued to
slowly push into her weeping cunt. Kelly jerked in natural reaction as she
realized his intent. His hand on her hip tightened but there was no other
response as he continued stimulating the other entrance to her body.

Kelly’s head came up and her arms straightened as she looked
behind her. That did get his attention.

“Mine,” he stated softly in that gravelly growl. His body
stopped moving as his eyes burned in to her face. “Mine now,” he repeated
slowly. “Submit.”

“What if I can’t?” Kelly croaked.

“Can. Breathe,” he said, and was still looking into her eyes
as two fingers entered her body. Cord didn’t move fingers or cock as he watched
her take dual sensations. “More,” he demanded, and began moving slick fingers
in and out, slowly twisting them to loosen tight muscles. Her channel tightened
around his cock, telling him the new sensations came with pleasure.

His hand left her hip and in it appeared a sensual toy. The
plug was small but Kelly gasped as she looked at it.

“Only this now,” he said. “Trust me.”

Her eyes clung to his for a moment then she slowly turned to
face forward and lowered elbows to the bed, her hands lacing behind her head as
she gave him the submission he needed.

The plug was already lubricated. He pulled fingers out of
her bottom and placed the tip at her opening. “Breathe,” he demanded. Slowly he
inserted the training plug as she drew in deep breaths. Both of his hands
grasped her hips and his body began working her channel.

Looking down at his cock stretching pink folds around its
thick girth while her other opening clenched on the plug pulled a rumbling purr
from his body.

Then there was no more control he could give her. The
thrusts into her body became harsh. He felt the fire eating up his legs as his
balls tightened. Fucking her hard he let sensation claw through him. This was
his mate and she was taking him, submitting to him. He was safe in her as she
was safe in him.

His animal nature was almost fully in charge, and Cord reached
for the release it gave him. The magnificent woman under his body again
tightened around his cock as she responded to the hard thrusts. At this moment
it didn’t matter that he could not give her a piece of himself in a baby. All
that mattered was that she had bent her body to his will. This was his temple
of life, and he would both have and protect her at all costs.

The release boiled up from the dark dregs of his body.
Flames consumed all knowledge of yesterday in this basic act to ensure
tomorrow. His thrusts became short, hard digs to seat himself exactly where he
needed to be. Then his cock swelled and all he could do was grind into her as
hard bursts of seed splashed into her. Over and over he emptied into her and
still his body held him there, driving his engorged member with powerful
thrusts.

A storm of sensation ripped through him. The prolonged
orgasm shredded any remnant of control he might have clung to. She took him out
of his body and there was nothing but Kelly.

When he could finally opened his eyes, he was crouched over
her, grasping her hips, still jerking her on his shaft. He couldn’t leave her
body. The size of his cock had not diminished in any way. He realized what part
of his DNA was at work. His cock remained closing the entrance to her, sealing
his seed within her. Wrapping an arm around her hips, he took them to the side
so she was lying in front of him, his body curled around hers. They were locked
together physically as surely as they were in reality.

Kelly struggled for breath, her body clamping on the thick
invader. The sensations sent bolts of erotic charge through him.

“Relax,” he commanded. “You must relax. The stimulation is
too much, I can’t leave you.”

“I’m not doing that on purpose,” she said through her harsh
breathing “Are you?”

“No.”

“How long?” she wanted to know.

“Don’t know. Never happened before,” he admitted. “Try to
breathe.”

She didn’t respond as they lay silently. Both their bodies
were damp with sweat. His hands petting up and down her torso. Fingers lightly brushing
over clit, up her belly, her ribs, her breast to her neck and back down.

“That’s not helping me relax,” she said as he continued the
soft strumming over sensitive body parts.

“It’s helping me relax,” he told her softly in a more normal
tone. “I need this freedom to touch. Touch all of you.” As he spoke, his hips
again thrust at her in small movements. He wasn’t pulling out as much as he was
pressing in over and over again. The sensations were intense but not only
sexual. For him it was a possessive confirmation. He was petting her
internally.

Shudders rippled down Kelly’s body. Was it possible to be
sexually shell-shocked? If it hadn’t been before, it was now. Still deep inside
her, thick and hard, his hips moving in short, lazy thrusts not only nudged the
cock in her body but pushed the plug in her ass. His big body curled around her
radiated heat like a furnace. His hands moving over her wouldn’t let her think.

Something new had just happened. She’d wanted him, needed
him with a burn that would not go away. Nothing had tamed the want, not cold
water, not logical thought, nothing. Then he appeared and her body came
unglued. His demand that she say yes to begin with had flipped the switch in
both of them.

Securing her submission that easily, he’d then taken her to
a place of intensely sexual eroticism and her mind seemed to have embraced it.
What they had done had demanded total awareness of every sense. He had pulled
away the normal world as if it were a disposable wrapping, exposing the woman
within.

She was naked in a way that involved much more than exposed
skin. The woman lying in his arms with a toy in her ass and a huge cock in her
cunt was someone Kelly had never met before. This woman’s body was wriggling
with sexual excitement. She gloried in the feel of him unable to pull from her
body.

This was different. They were different. Perhaps he would
understand what triggered his need for the assurance of sexual submission. He
was hers in every way. The power of that knowledge was blinding. Such a contradiction
from the modern world Kelly used to inhabit.

The world she lived in now involved life and death on a
basic level. It was half his world and half hers. He must remain a killer. She
needed him exactly like that. Protection and defense had become personal
battles, not something one could call the cops for. For him to be proficient at
the job, the original elemental witches would have made very sure Cord’s
abilities far outpaced those of normal dragons. To do that he had to be more of
what they were. Beast with a capital B.

Embracing what he was, what he could be, was the only way
for her to be what he needed. He needed her submission, and when she
surrendered it to him, he became what he was. In his transformation, hers
occurred. She was exactly the woman who would ride a dragon.

She knew what to do, how to help them move to the next
level. There was no fear because he was hers. Understanding that freed her from
inhibitions that could hurt them both, but she wasn’t sure the dragon was able
to put a name to it yet.

Kelly’s body stretched slightly to press her bottom firmly
against his groin and a moan slipped out her mouth as the plug moved in her.
She had relaxed around it as her mind relaxed around the idea of what it meant.
Her trust was the key. All she had to do was hand it to him and there would be
no limits between them.

A rumble moved up Cord’s chest as he felt her press into
him. Her body moved in his arms. Her leg lifted and she opened for him. He
grasped her bent leg, holding it up, and she mewed softly in consent.

“I need more,” she told him.

“There’s only one more submission,” he said just to be sure
she knew what she was asking for. “Are you ready for that?”

“Are you?” Kelly wanted to know. “I said yes.”

The sound from Cord’s throat was not a chuckle but not a
growl either. “Wind Witch is a demanding mistress.” Rolling them over, he
rested on top of her body. Her head turned to the side, his mouth was at her
ear, kissing down her neck.

“I will have what’s mine,” she told him.

“Yes, Kelly girl. This is yours, only yours.”

His body slid from her channel as they spoke. He leaned to
the side and grasped the plug in her bottom. His thighs pressed hers wide as he
pulled the toy from her. His arm snaked under her hips to lift her and slip the
pillow beneath her. She had not fully settled her weight on the pillow when he
grasped the globes of her bottom, opening them as the damp head of his cock
pressed into her tight clasp.

He paused, his breath suddenly coming in harsh draws as he
looked down. Her back arched and a little more of his wide cock disappeared
into her body. She did that herself. There was no doubt that this woman wanted
exactly what he was giving her.

Her acceptance raced over him with a forceful punch. He took
her and she gave the power exchange of trust. Her trust was pure nectar
delivered in a fireball. Whatever he thought he had gained from women in the
past, even from her, did not compare to the pure mainlining of the drug she
gave him now.

His hips pressed into her slowly, opening that small
entrance. The greedy moans escaping her mouth fed him. Her body straining back
to take more made him drunk with the sweet taste that was Kelly.

Had he been leashed to her before? No. What she gave him now
bound him in ways he hadn’t imagined were possible. She made him what he was,
and in that moment, it was something that had never been before. This is what
the lady witches of his past had hoped would happen. He understood it now. None
of them were able to comprehend it before because it had not existed. He had
not existed, not like he was at in the hands of the witch Kelly.

Fully seated in her, Cord leaned over her body, his hands
tunneled under her to grasp her breasts. His mouth opened over her shoulder and
gently clamped down to secure her beneath him. Then there was nothing but the
incredible, irresistible sensation of drinking her submission. Feeling her move
beneath him in pleasure that was nothing like pleasure had ever tasted before.

This time his movements were steady and slow. Around them,
erotic excitement thickened into a dense fog of emotions. It didn’t take long
for her to overwhelm him, driving him to the edge of physical release. He
refused to go there alone. Whatever was left when they were finished, it would
be new and he had to have her in that world with him.