Page 22 of Bound to the Tiger Scout
He actually smacked my ass! “Ipia,” he repeated.
Okay, so every reward system needed a bit of punishment, right? Probably totally normal that his smack got my dick throbbing. Probably.
“Ipia,” I said when I felt him lift his hand again.
He grinned like a devil and his hand slid around to cup my cock. I gasped and pushed into his hold as he said, “Haviac.”
I couldn’t help bucking my hips to rub myself into his hand. “H-haviac.”
Ghosha made a growly noise that went straight to my dick before he rolled my pants down. Literally rolled them and that meant they were tight as hell once they reached my knees. Why not being able to spread my legs was a turn-on, I couldn’t even guess at, but there it was.
And I knew what I wanted, too. He’d resisted me so far, claiming he was too impatient to show me the gentleness and restraint that I deserved. Time was up, though. I was done waiting.
Using what I could of my new vocabulary words, I asked, “Will youaterramyipiawith yourhaviac?”
Ghosha snorted a laugh that he then covered with a cough. He cleared his throat. “Rouchrian.”
“Hmm?”
“Rouchrian. To mate you.”
“Rouchrian. Well, that’s about to become my favorite word ever.” I tried to look coyly through my lashes as I said, “Especially if you’ll do it right now.”
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I’m having a difficult time getting you undressed as it is,” he said, holding up his hand with his claws out. “I won’t be able to properly prepare you like this.”
“Oh, is that the problem?” I reached down and wrangled my pants off. “I can do that just fine. I’ve been practicing.” I stumbled free of my pants and went to get the lube.
“You… What?”
I paused, a blush blooming as I realized what I’d admitted. “Well, um, it turns out there’s a lot you can learn on those tablets if you ask the right question.”
Ghosha looked stunned, but I could smell the sex in the air, and it wasn’t just me. “You learned how to… You’ve been…”
I nodded and picked up the half-empty bottle of lube. “I can get three fingers in. I figured that’s about you sized. I was going to go for four, but then I thought it was like I’d be fisting myself, and that got weird in my head, so I haven’t done it.”
He put a hand over his heart and might’ve been panting a little. “Will you show me?”
A shiver lit through me, and my cock dribbled onto the floor. Okay, so there was a type of performance that didn’t make me want to die on the spot. Good to know! I’d actually fantasized about Ghosha watching me finger myself, so hell yeah, I could do that and find out what it was really like to have his gaze on me.
I got up on the bed and into position so that I could see him and reach my hole. He stayed at the end of the bed and fumbled with opening his tunic while staring right at me. I slicked up my fingers and watched him toss his tunic. Goddamn, his cock was thrusting out his pants in the most deliciously obscene way.
Suddenly and with a deep growl, he tore his way free of his pants and boots. Literally, his boots flew in different directions, banging into the coffee table and a chair, and two swipes of his claws had him free of his pants. That monster cock bounced free as I eased one finger into my ass.
Ghosha growled, showing his fangs, before he licked the cleft in his upper lip. A shiver went through me as I stared at him standing there and looking so fierce. I started thrusting my finger, feeling my hole begin to loosen, and let myself moan from the sensations. I added another a little sooner than I was usedto, but dammit, I wanted to get Ghosha inside me already. I’d waited too damn long.
“Easy,” he said, his voice a rumbling purr. “Don’t hurt yourself.”
“I wantyou.”
“You’ll have me soon enough.” He got on the bed and loomed close, teasing me with his size and heat, though he probably didn’t realize it. “And then you’ll have me again and again for the rest of your life.”
I moaned at the thought of that and accidentally brushed over the bump of my prostate, making myself gasp. Ghosha grinned and leaned in to swipe at the head of my leaking cock with that rough tongue of his. I whimpered from the scratchy feeling on such a sensitive spot even as I thrust up for another one.
But instead of licking me again, Ghosha placed his hand on top of mine and eased my fingers deeper inside me. “As far as you can go,” he said, “and still I’ll go deeper.”
Groaning at the idea of beingthatfilled, I added a third finger and plunged them in to my knuckles. The stretch was a bit sharp, but it felt so good. Even better with my wicked mate making promises to give me even more than I could do to myself. Impatient and desperate, I pulled my fingers free and thrust the lube at him before rolling onto my stomach and sliding down the bed until I was under him.
Ghosha’s growl was right beside my ear. “You remembered,” he said. “I told you I’d take you from behind, didn’t I? Ah, Squire, you’re going to feel me for days.”
