Page 42 of Taken for Granite
“Yours. This is yours,” she said.
“And this?” His lips drifted down her slender neck.
“Yes. All yours.”
“And this?” He removed her shirt and took her rosy nipple in his mouth, his hand cupping her other breast.
“Yours,” she said, between gasps.
He lavished attention on her twin mounds, as she trembled and begged for release.
He pulled her to the edge of the settee and knelt between her thighs. Spreading her wide, he admired the glistening pink flesh.
“And this?”
She raised her hips and moaned, seeking relief. “Please, Tas.”
“I will not take what is not mine. I will not go where I have no dominion or invitation.”
“Yours, yes. My pussy is yours.”
In triumph, he pressed his nose in and drank deep, loving the way she writhed on his tongue.His.
As if it had a will of its own, his tail stroked the crease in her ass cheeks. It prodded at her entrance and Juniper gasped. “No one’s ever,” she said.
“This is mine. Only mine.”
The knowledge that he would be the first and only to be inside her there, to give her pleasure there sparked such an intense joy in him. He wanted her, all of her, and wanted to claim what had never been experienced. His cock throbbed with the need to be in her.
“Relax for me,” he crooned, pushing past the first tight ring of muscle.
“Yes,” she breathed as his tail entered her. Tight and hot, he waited for her to adjust before working his tail in deeper. Fascinated, he watched as she was unraveled by the sensation, her back arching, neck exposed. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him in her. “More! I need you, Tas.”
He lined up his cock at her entrance and pushed in. It was a tight fit with his tail adding pressure, but he worked himself deeper with shallow strokes. Inch by inch, she gave way, tight as a vice, until he was seated fully. He stilled, knowing he wouldn’t last long.
Juniper stared up at him, her eyes as deep and rich as chocolate but so much better.
They burst into action. He pushed her knees back to gain a little more depth. She raised her hips as he slammed into her, crying out with pleasure. Every movement heightened their sensation as their bodies joined. He thrust into her and she responded, meeting him with delight and increasing rapture.
She quivered underneath him, tightening and rippling. When she reached her peak, he watched in fascination as bliss washed over her. Pure joy and rapture took away the worry from her brow. He gave her those moments of peace and could not wait to do so again.
He gave two more thrusts before his release bore down, tightening at the base of his spine and emptying deep within his mate. “Mine,” he growled.
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Juniper
They agreed to the plan; a simple exchange. Tas would shift back to his natural form and disguise himself to look starved and ill. He assured her he was stronger now and would escape in short order.
Logically, waiting until sunset to make the exchange made the most sense. In reality, the wait drove Juniper bonkers. After waking from a glorious post-sex haze, she showered, dressed, and made breakfast. After the last of the dishes were washed, dried, and put away, she busied herself changing bedsheets and erasing any signs she and Tas visited. Even with all that, she was done with chores by noon.
She raided the closet, finding a treasure trove from the late Mr. Cannella. Tas required clothes in his human guise, or at least a shirt. The only thing remotely close to fitting was a printed rayon job from the 80s, featuring toucans wearing sunglasses. It was very, very 80s. A faded red Phillies cap covered his horns. With chinos and an undershirt, Tas looked like the perfect tourist, up from the city on a long weekend. Perfect. No one would look twice at him.
Using the map function on her burner phone, she plotted the best route to the Rose Syndicate facility, conveniently located smack in the middle of a state forest a three-hour drive away.
The phone fascinated Tas. He played with the features, downloaded a few videos but eventually grew frustrated at the “backward tech.”
