Page 78 of A Malicious Menagerie
“More than anything,” I reply, looping my arms around his neck, and I mean all of it—every spoken and unspoken promise we’ve made for our lifetime together.
His hands skim along my flanks before curving around the backs of my thighs and hoisting me up. I wrap my legs around his hips, shivering with pleasure at the contrast of his scorching skin against my front and the cool shower tiles at my back. We’re pressed together as close as we can be, my breasts crushed to his chest and damp bellies moving against each other with every inhale, but I’m aching with how badly I want him inside me. I lean up to kiss his chin and then his lips, reassuring him with my touch how badly I want this.
My fingernails dig into Chase’s shoulders as the broad head of his cock nudges inside me, the stretch foreign after so long. “Relax,” Chase murmurs, kissing me softly, and I force myself to take a deep breath and do as he says. It helps that he keeps kissing me as he leisurely rolls his hips to press into me one thick inch at a time. Gravity helps, and slowly, inexorably, my bodywelcomes him, the stretch feeling both perfect and like too much all at once.
We let out matching sighs of relief when my hips meet his, and I didn’t realize that I’d closed my eyes until Chase murmurs, “Anna.” Blinking away droplets of water, I meet his amber gaze, and he quirks a smile. “There you are. You okay?”
“So okay,” I promise, and to prove it, I use the wall at my back as leverage to undulate against him. We both gasp at the sensation of his rigid length moving within me, the perfect friction sending all my nerves on high alert. “Again,” I demand breathlessly, and he grins wolfishly before complying.
The sounds of our heavy pants mingle with the steam filling the room as we grind and shudder against one another, hands gripping feverishly to whatever flesh we can reach. I kiss him furiously, my lips parting for his tongue, needing to take as much of him into me as I can. When the pleasure gets to be too much, too distracting to keep our lips melded, we pull away just enough to share air, the warm puffs of his breath tingling over my swollen lips.
I watch through half-lidded eyes as Chase’s gaze grows hazy, his exhales becoming rasping and ragged until they roll into a continuous growl. Tightening his grip on my ass with one hand, he leans his other forearm on the wall beside my head, leaning more of his weight against me until my ribs struggle to expand with a full breath. Still, I tighten my legs around his hips, drawing him closer, because I love it. Love being crushed so close that I don’t know where I end and he begins. Love the burn in my thighs as his hips wedge them wide to receive his bruising thrusts. Love his low, animalistic grunts as he pounds harder and harder into me until the sounds of our bodies colliding are almost violent in their intensity.
It’s so good,so good, and the pleasure radiates in warm, rippling waves from where his cock stretches my pussy through my tense, clenching lower belly and out toward my fingertips and toes. My neck arches, every muscle tightening like a rubber band pulled taut, and Chase’s growl chokes off into a snarl. Minuscule pinpricks of pain bloom from his iron grip on my ass, but it takes feeling his fangs scraping along the muscle between my neck and shoulder to realize that he’s losing control of his shift. When his fangs piercemy skin just enough to sting, the shot of adrenaline that rockets through my system becomes the final push that sends me careening into bliss.
“Chase!” I wail as my entire body stiffens like I’ve been struck by lightning. My blunt human fingernails might have nothing on his claws, but as I rake them down his shoulders, some distant wisp of thought worries—or maybe hopes—that I’ll leave a mark. My pussy clenches mercilessly around his unyielding length until he struggles to continue his relentless drive between my thighs, but he persists with another snarl against my throbbing shoulder. A moment later, he relinquishes his bite with a choked groan before wedging himself as deep as he can get. I whimper at the sensation of his shaft swelling even larger before he comes inside of me with a grunt, his jaw tense and eyes squeezed shut in an expression somewhere between agony and ecstasy. The sensation of liquid heat deep in my center prolongs my climax, my body finally softening to leisurely milk his cock and the sensation for a long, decadent moment that both feels like an eternity and not nearly long enough.
“Anna,” Chase rumbles as his heavy frame relaxes against me, his face pressed to my neck as he rocks his hips unhurriedly against mine.
“I know,” I tell him, kissing his cheek as I fight to catch my breath.
Chase tilts his head down and stiffens against me. “Fuck, I’m sorry.”
“For what?” I ask muzzily, happy to float in post-orgasm bliss for as long as possible.
He leans back just a little, and I grumble at the loss of even a small fraction of his warmth. The water heater is good, but notthatgood, and the temperature is trending toward lukewarm. He pulls his arm from where it was propped against the tile and brushes his fingertips lightly over my shoulder, rekindling the ache there. “For biting you.”
“Oh,” I reply, twisting my neck to peer down at the four small, round punctures in my skin. They’re tiny, though with my fair skin, they’re already starting to bloom with purples and blues that will be full bruises within a few hours. Blood trickles in small rivulets from each puncture down my chest before fading to pink where it mixes with the water from the shower. “It barely hurts,” I promise him, not liking the guilt in his expression. “Besides…” I blush, which, after everything we just did, seems ridiculous. “I liked it.”
His gives me a skeptical look. “You did?”
I snort in amusement, my blush deepening. “You couldn’t tell from my earth-shattering orgasm?”
He grins, relieved. “Touché. But will you be mad if I say that I like marking you?”
“Depends. Is this a werewolf thing, or a possessive man thing?”
“Why can’t it be both?” he asks teasingly. “But it’s definitely a werewolf thing. You have your rings, we have our scars.” I blanch at the thought of having to bite him to seal our relationship, and he chuckles. “You look terrified. Don’t worry, I think I’m scarred enough for a lifetime. But I am fully expecting a ring.”
I breathe a relieved sigh. “That, I can do.”
When Chase carefully pulls out of me and helps me to my feet, I feel shaky as a newborn fawn. Still, I freeze when I feel the unfamiliar sensation of his wet heat sliding down my inner thighs. “We didn’t use a condom,” I point out, peeking up at him warily. Most guys would be running for the hills at the thought of an unplanned pregnancy. Hell, the thought kind of makes me want to run away from my own uterus.
“Don’t worry about it,” Chase replies dismissively, a satisfied half-grin pulling at one side of his lips when he notes where my attention has gone. “I’m clean, and you can’t get pregnant right now.”
I shoot him a bemused look. “What does that mean?”
He shoots me an equally bemused look back. “It means you were in heat last week, but you’re not now.”
I blink at him slowly as my hot blush rekindles. “Humans don’t go into heat.”
He grimaces. “Alright, you wereovulatinglast week.”
“How do you know that?”
“I can smell it,” he replies slowly, as if we’re speaking different languages and he’s trying to find the translation. “Do humans not know when they’re fertile?”
My mind is blown by the information that Chase has just been casually aware of my menstrual cycle since we met. “Not so much. Not without a lotof monitoring, and even then, it’s a bit of a guess. Accidental pregnancies are pretty common in humans.”
