Page 51 of Courting the Tiger King

His tongue plunged back into her, pressing into her inner walls until her cries turned to high pitched mewls. Still he continued. Two fingers pressed into her heat, curling and rubbing her into an exhausted second orgasm before he spread his fingers inside of her, adding a third and fourth and laughing when her eyes widened.

“Need to get you ready for me, mate.” He pulled down his trousers, freeing himself, and she swallowed hard as she took in the size of him. “You’re going to take every inch.”

“I–” Neah cleared her throat and tried again. “I don’t think that’s going to fit.” She’d been with men before, but Wren… he was bigger than any she’d had before.

“It’ll fit,caritas. I promise.” The dark heat in his voice made her impossibly wetter and he grinned, feeling it against his fingers as he worked them into her at an increased pace, the sound of her wetness lewd amid the fresh waves of rain. “You’re already taking me so well,” he groaned, the words guttural, and she tilted her hips, encouraging him to go deeper, to give hermore. He dipped his head, working her clit with his mouth again, and the pulses of pleasure seemed constant as she begged him with her mouth and body. He could give her more. He could give her all of him, and she wanted it. Desperately.

“Wren,” she begged, sitting up and meeting his own lust-glazed eyes as he pumped himself with one hand, smearing the glistening mess at his head across the rest of him. “Now.”

The first touch of him against her made them both moan as he pushed through her wetness, nudging at her clit with each thrust, before he halted the movement, the muscles in his body standing out in sharp relief as he fought for control.

“Let go,” she murmured, willing him to lose himself in her, inthem, and with a groan he obeyed. There was no delay, no more warning, just the thick length of him filling her in one swift movement of heat.

Their pace was frenzied, the rough rhythm of his hips against hers hitting all the spots she hadn’t known she’d craved until he slowed to look down at where she swallowed him whole.

“Look at you,” he said, voice soft, reverent. “Taking me like you were made for me. Do you see, Neah?” She followed his gaze and couldn’t help the way she clenched around him as he pushed into her, making him inhale sharply. “Fuck.”

It was like the one action shattered what remained of his self-control, turning him wild, and she wanted to crow in victory. Instead, she widened her legs and pressed up to meet him mid-thrust, taking him by surprise. Wren’s hands came under her, holding her in place at the new, deeper, angle as he bottomedout inside of her over and over again. One hand fell away and he maintained her position with only one arm as his other dropped to her clit, working her in circles that timed perfectly with the push and pull of his cock. She clenched around him as she increased their pace by pressing up and into him relentlessly.

“Neah—” It was a hoarse shout and she grinned as he came, feeling him pulse inside of her, and when his eyes re-opened there was a fire in them that made her breathless. “You’ll pay for that, mate. You come first. Always.”

“I already did come, several times if you’ll recall,” she tried to keep her tone even but couldn’t help the way her breath hitched when he continued moving inside of her, thrusting shallowly before surprising her with a deeper plunge. Sparks of pleasure made her skin tingle and it felt like the rain should have been turning to steam what with the heat they were kicking off as Wren’s hands tightened on her body.

“You know what I meant. But, I have to say, this is definitely a perk.” He looked down an she glanced too, just in time to see him scoop his come up with two fingers from where it leaked out of her and press it back into her pussy in time with his next thrust. “Do you like being full of me? I think you do.” He smirked when she panted, shuddering as she tried to encourage him to pick up his pace. Droplets of water from his wet hair hit her skin and she licked her lips, looking down the length of her body to catch another glimpse of him disappearing inside of her. “What do you want, Neah? Tell me.”

“Faster.”

“What?”

Bastard.“Fuck. Me. Faster.”

He gave her no warning, just hiked her legs high and fucked into her with enough power that she shrieked with pleasure, letting him position her however he wanted as Wren worked her into oblivion. Her orgasm crashed down around them with thesame velocity of the thunder storm, her cries lost to the rain and wind as pleasure ripped through her until she was left boneless and spent in his arms.

The storm raged on, as if unaware of their crescendo, and Neah let the rain wash over her as she tried to regain her breath.

“We have a problem to consider now,” she said and Wren looked at her, alarmed, from where he’d flopped down beside her in the dirt. “How, by the Goddess, are we going to get back inside without being seen?”

In the end, Wren returned to the palace in his tiger form to retrieve some much-needed clothing for Neah—seeing as she didn’t have a firm grip yet on how to shift at will, nor a desire to parade through the palace naked.

To her surprise, Wren brought her back to his chambers instead of her own and had a steaming hot bath waiting, as well as fresh, unbloodied, sheets on the bed. The hot water was bliss on her muddied, chilled, skin and when he dragged a chair over to the beside the bath she glanced at him in surprise.

“What are you doing?” He’d already exhausted her in the forest, so if he was thinking about climbing in for another round…

“Taking care of you.” Wren’s voice was husky as he rolled up his shirt sleeves and dunked his hands in the water before reaching for the soap. Her eyes grew heavy as she watched him work the bar into a lather and then groaned when he set about massaging the suds into her hair.

Had anyone ever taken care of her like this before? If they had, she couldn’t remember it. It felt… nice. Like she was themost important thing in his world and he didn’t mind showing her as much.

Wren’s long fingers massaged her head from the base to her temples for several long minutes until he was satisfied and rinsed the soap away with cupped hands of warm water.

“Sit up,” he said quietly and she jumped, having grown sleepy in the steam and the gentle pressure of his hand in her hair. The water sloshed as she obeyed and she shivered as her hair dripped water down her back until Wren scooped it up and over her shoulder.

He picked another soap, this one smelling faintly floral, and began to work it into her tense shoulder muscles, the back of her neck, and down her spine.

It had felt strange being back on two legs instead of four, despite that she’d spent most of her life on two legs. There was a disconnect now between her body and mind, like she half expected to look down and find fur and claws and was confused to instead find smooth skin. But Wren’s touch was syncing her body back in place, grounding her with each stroke of his fingers against her spine, each press of his hand against her skin.

More scooped water washed away the suds, the water clouding with dirt and leaves, and when she stood, ready to leave the filth behind, Wren looked away from her naked body as he held a fluffy towel stretched wide. Only once she was wrapped up did he look down at her with a small smile on his mouth.

“It’s nothing you haven’t already seen,” she challenged and he half-nodded, half-shrugged.

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