Page 56 of Love the Way You Lion
We drop her simultaneously, breathing hard in the silence of the enormous room as the dance begins. She moves first, pouncing as quickly as I’d moved a moment ago, and I’m shocked as my back hits the floor. Her lips curve over her fangs in triumph, but I roll us, pinning her to the ground with a matching smirk. Her snarl of frustration makes my demon chuckle, and I lose my edge when she darts up and scrapes her fangs over the scar on my neck.
~The cheating never ends, my love, ~I pant, trying to get a hold of her slick skin as she uses her claws to slice my perfectly tailored shirtdown the front. It falls to the side as she hooks her legs around one of mine and wrestles for control.
~Fuck the rules. You’re mine. ~
I almost give up right then, as her words make my cock throb and my brain scrambles. By the time I’ve regained my senses, she’s gotten loose and is crouching in front of me on all fours like the Beast inside of her. I can see the primal in her emerald and gold-flecked eyes, as I prepare for the next move.
She’s fully unleashed.
The world seems to stop as we leap at one another, rolling down the stairs of the altar to the aisle, slashing and biting like wild animals. I rip the leather corset off of her, her breasts tumbling free into my hands, and she groans low. Not to be outdone, her hands grasp the open silk of my ruined shirt and yank it with a force that detaches it from the arms.
With a mental promise to replace what we’re destroying, I let her take my tit obsession as an opportunity to flip us. She gives me a fangy smile as she sits on my cock, grinding down as I pinch and tweak her nipples painfully. I know there are scars from nipple piercings there, and I wonder if she’d get them re-pierced. I can imagine playing with those fucking things for hours as she screams into the rafters of our bedroom.
~Later, baby, ~she laughs into my mind, running her claws over my nipples with a mischievous look in her eyes.
~Not a fucking chance, woman. ~I growl back, remembering her quick piercing of my ear.
A moan echoes as I replace my hands with my lips and tongue before she can shoot back a reply. I can taste the blood of her victims that’s soaked through her leathers, and I make it my mission to make her come before we even get our pants off.
She hears my thoughts and shakes her head, her long mane brushing my thighs as she arches her back and pushes into my mouth. Her hands slide down my sides, leaving red trails as she shreds the belt and waistband of my pants with a flick of one of the deadly sharp weapons that are part of her.~We’ll see about that, my pernicious peacock. ~
Taking the challenge seriously, I use my fangs and teeth to torture every inch of her pale skin and rosy buds. I’m so intent that I barely notice her spine curving impossibly as she arches further back, continuing the slices down the legs of my pants. I growl when she lifts on her knees, losing contact with my aching cock, and reaches her arms over her head as she bends.
A nipple pops free and I look up, eyes narrowing. Her grin is positively evil as she falls backwards onto her outstretched hands, pushing her body into some sort of bridge. Her feet kick up, flying over her head until they meet the ground and she’s in a crouch at my feet. “What the bloodyfuck?”
“Never challenge a gymnast without locking down all our limbs, my mate.” She springs forward, slitting the pants from the bottom until her claws meet the previous cuts, and tosses the top half of my six-thousand-dollar bespoke garment aside as if they made it in China.
Blood stains both of us from head to toe, and I think she might have innards caught in her riotous waves. The sight of her crawling up my body like some primal barbarian queen makes my balls tighten and I smirk down at her. “Give us a kiss while you’re down there, eh, woman?”
Her glare is glacial as she prowls, purposely avoiding everything I ache for her to touch. I’m about to chastise her when she moves like wildfire and drops onto my cock. A roar escapes my lips, and her satisfied purr tells me she’s won this round. My hands reachdown and grip her hips, fingers digging into her flesh, urging her to move. Shaking her head, she stays still, her expression both triumphant and mischievous.
“Stop fucking around, minx, or I’ll…”
Her throaty laugh cuts me off as she does something with her inner muscles that makes my eyes cross and my head drop back onto the floor. “Or you’ll what, my wicked man?”
I don’t have words at the moment because I’m too busy choking on the sensations that curl from my balls to my gut and up my body, paralyzing my brain.
Where in the holy fuck did she learn to do that and why I am just finding out about it?
“Oh, my darling. There aresomany things I can do that you haven’t experienced yet. You didn’t realize that I could bend myself into a pretzel to escape, now did you?”
Letting out a breath as she continues whatever the hell it is that she’s doing that’s melting my fucking brain into pudding, I shake my head mutely. I’m going to leave bruises on the spot I’m gripping, but she doesn’t seem to care. Her lips curve over her vicious feline fangs and she lifts and drops without warning, tearing a howl from me as she rocks hard and fast. I might as well let her have this one because I don’t know if I’m going to be able to form a sentence when she’s done.
Her claws lengthen—she didn’t have them fully extended during this fight and that should tell you something—and she rakes lines down my chest that will require healing. Blood drips in rivulets and when she leans down to lick them without stopping the violent motions of her hips, I swear to Satan that my eyes cross.
“Don’t. Move,” she commands and I wonder if she’s done thiswith my — Before I can finish that thought, she snarls, lifting a hand to grip my throat.~Do. Not. Finish. That. Thought. ~
Her movements grow more frantic and I can feel the rush of her orgasm coming as she alternates between squeezing my neck with one hand and leaving furrows all over my torso with the other. This is the most primal fucking I’ve experienced, as Talia has lines from old scars in the past and I know my minx does, too, but she seems comfortable being in charge. Perhaps it’s her dominance that makes this okay and fuck if I’m going to stop her.
Before she comes, she stops and I cry out in rage, balls tight with the need for release, and she smirks, tapping my lips with a claw. She cuts her finger on one of my fangs and offers it to me, and I suck like I haven’t eaten enough people to satisfy me for days. My hunger for her is unparalleled and no amount of random kills will ever sate it. The flashing of her eyes says she knows that and after a moment, she yanks it away.
“Taurus…” she sing-songs, her expression full of wicked intent.
“What?!” I practically roar, unused to her showing this much control over her desire or mine.
She doesn’t answer. Instead, she leans back on her hands, lifts her hips, and spins herself in a circle without disconnecting our bodies until she’s sitting facing away from me. I choke and sputter as the muscles inside of her start that wicked waving again and I howl in response.
What in the fuck is she doing to me?
