Page 17 of Rock Hard
Chapter Seven
“Oh, Rex, I want youso much ...”
The words were like music to his ears, made even sweeter as the heat from Alice’s soft, feminine body soaked into his. He could feel the swells of those lush breasts pressing against his hard chest, feel her smooth thighs straddling his hips. Nothing, however, could compare to the feel of her taking his rock-hard cock into her tight, wet heat. He clenched his teeth, made his entire body taut, afraid that he would blow before he got fully inside.
He had known it would be like this with her. Hot. Wet. So fucking tight she had to work her way onto his dick in tiny increments.
His big paws gripped her around those full hips, hips meant to entice a man to sink deeply and do wicked, wicked things. Like make her come over and over again until she was completely spent.
He guided her as she lifted up, then down, taking him a little farther each time. Fuck, he wanted in her so bad he had to fight the urge not to yank her down and go balls-deep. But he wouldn’t do that. He had waited far too long for this. He was going to savor every torturous, agonizing, excruciatingly incredible moment.
Mine.
The word ripped from the deepest recesses of his soul, but he held them inside, along with the burning need to fill her with his seed. To claim and mark her so there would never be any doubt, so that no male would ever,everthink she was anyone else’s.
“Oh, Rex. Yeah, baby.”
His fingers tightened on Alice’s hips. Her voice didn’t sound quite right. Maybe the incredible sex was messing with his brain, or maybe she was having trouble getting the words out with his dick so far up her pussy. He hoped not. He loved her low, dulcet tones, the ones that struck a perfect harmony with the notes that were always playing in his head, in his soul.
“Yeah! You fucking stud!”
His brows pinched together, interrupting his fantasy of fucking Alice bare. That hadn’t sounded right, either. Alice never sounded ... screechy.
Rex pried his eyes open, horror turning the blood in his veins to ice. It wasn’t Alice riding him like a goddammed prize stallion, but some fucking groupie. He pulled her off his cock and tossed her onto the mattress beside him. Then he leapt out of bed, his head pounding like a motherfucker as he tried to focus.
The groupie was no kid. That didn’t mean anything. Women of all ages, shapes, and sizes lusted after him. Some were cleverer than others. Some were more persistent, too. This one was already crawling across the bed on all fours, her eyes glowing fanatically as she eyed his cock and licked her lips.
Hisunsheathedcock.
Fuck. Not again.
The heavy weight in his balls told him he hadn’t come, and that provided some measure of relief. He sure as hell didn’t need another crazy bitch wanting to have his baby so she could grab a free and easy ride.
“How the fuck did you get in here?”
She blinked at him stupidly, as if she didn’t understand the question. “I snuck in.”
“Well, sneak the fuck out.”
Rex didn’t wait to see that she did. Instead, he went into the bathroom and slammed the door shut, locking it in case the woman had any crazy ideas about joining him.
His head pounded, and his stomach roiled as he stepped into the shower. Turning his back to the spray, he hissed as the scalding hot water trailed down his ass and burned his oversensitive balls.
This shithadto stop.
It had been months since he had last seen Alice, but instead of it getting easier, it was getting harder. Replacing her hadn’t been as easy as he had originally thought. Even with three people trying to do all the stuff Alice had done, shit was still fucked up. There was dissension in the ranks, and many of his regular staff had quit, which would explain how Greta Groupie had gotten into his bed.
Worse, dreams like the one he’d had last night were occurring more frequently, practically every night now. It was seriously screwing with his head. Even the music that was always there, providing the background harmony to his life, had grown increasingly silent.
He had tried everything, including booze and drugs, even though he hated the stuff. If anything, they only made things worse. Because of his shifter metabolism, he had to ingest a lot of any substance for it to take effect, and those chemicals were wreaking havoc with his creativity.
Things were so bad, he had even considered taking up one of the many offers and engaging inprotectedsex, or at least a fucking blow job. However, he hadn’t been able to follow through. It seemed theonlyway he could get off was by closing his eyes and thinking of Alice.
Thatwas messed up.
He was a male lion in his prime. Getting off with as many willing females as he could was wired into his DNA, yet there was only one woman he wanted: Alice.
That didn’t make any sense. The only reason a lion male should obsess over a single female was if she was his mate, and there was no chance in hell Alice was his mate. She was human, and while lions could, and often did, fuck humans, they sure as hell didn’t mate with them. True matings were extremely rare and went way beyond physical joining.
