Page 74 of Mated
It was why I stayed in cat form until we got here. I knew I wouldn’t take her unless I was human. Personally, I’ve never been into bestiality. Still, it took every ounce of willpower to stay in the fucking back seat.
But the cat has no qualms about seeing her belly grow. Of mounting her any way she will have us. And if she was going to get pregnant, it would be during her heat cycle.
My face twists before I can stop it.
“You ripped the blanket,” she says, her voice softer now.
“Sorry.” It’s been years since I lost control like that too.
Her eyes slit and she peers up at me. “It was the sexiest fucking thing ever.”
My lips contort into a frown. I grip her cheek. “Don’t move.”
I gingerly slide from the bed. My body is still rock hard as her scent continues to fill the air. It will stay that way until her cycle ends now.
I’ve tasted her. Filled her.
Nisha is making noises by the time I straighten. Little mewls of want. “How am I still horny?” she groans.
Her pert breasts are a gods-damn offering as she lays back, skin flushed and slick. I can still feel her flesh under my hands. I can hear her cries as I slapped her tail. My cock jumps.
Teeth grinding, I walk into the bathroom to get her a hot rag. When I come back, she has managed to scoot up to the pillows, but that is about it.
I spread her honey colored thighs and gently clean her still glistening flesh before whipping down her flat stomach. My scent mixes with hers and a spiral of masculine pleasure builds in my chest. I force it away.
She watches me from under her heavy-lidded lashes. “I can do that.”
“I know,” I say. “But it gives me another reason to touch you.”
Her cheeks turn rosy.
I take the rag back into the bathroom, rinse it out, and lay it over the edge of the tub to dry.
Her bright eyes follow me as I climb onto the bed beside her. Turning her a bit, I draw her back against my chest. “Rest for a while,” I tell her.
She turns in the curve of my arms, her thick hair sliding over my chest until my cock throbs. “I’m not tired,” she tells me, her hands pressing me back onto the bed.
I let her ease me back until I gaze up at her. “You should rest, Nisha. Your heat cycle is far from over.”
Her lips quirk. “Is that your way of saying I need to keep up my strength?”
My hand slides up her bare side. “You’re still at the beginning of the cycle. Believe me, the need gets worse.”
She goes still. “What?”
I draw her down and press her head into the crook of my arm. “It takes about three days for your heat cycle to wane. If you go too hard too fast, when it reaches its peak, you won’t be able to take me or anyone else.”
Not that I plan on anyone else finding their way into her body.
I’ve never been known to share, and with Nisha …
My hands clench around her. “Just rest for now, okay?”
She remains quiet, her body tense against mine. “Will it hurt?”
I lean back. “What?”
“When it gets worse,” she murmurs, eyes wide. “Does the ache hurt worse than now?”
