Head Over Tail - Ridgeville, Book Three Page 7

“Do you want that, mate? Do you want me?” He grabbed her ass, kneaded her abundant flesh. His cock was pounding now, near hurting where it pressed against his zipper.

  “Yes.” Her voice was a whisper, but he heard it just the same.

  Triumphant, he reached for the hem of her shirt, but had his hands brushed away by the she-cat. Desperate need flowed from Madison, the feelings overwhelming his, and he let the lioness take the lead.

  Ricker couldn’t decide which he preferred, this eager dominance of the lioness or the gentle compliance of the hotel. Both memories made his dick inexplicably harder.

  Madison tugged and yanked on his shirt, pulling the hem from his jeans. He reached back, grabbed a handful of the material and pulled it free of his body. Tiny hands, soft and sure, stroked his shoulders, fingers sliding along his skin. His shaft pulsed and he felt sure he’d stained the cloth with his pre-cum.

  He didn’t give a fuck. Not when his mate’s touch traveled to the closure of his jeans and freed the button, lowered the zipper and his cock sprang free of its tight confines.

  Then that hand…that perfect, soft, delicate hand…encircled his length, wrapped around his hardness and stroked him. She pumped his cock, squeezing just below the tip and tracing his slit with the pad of her thumb.

  Sparks of arousal and desire encircled his balls, an ache he’d never known joining in with the sensations.

  Wonder and hunger sank into him. His mate’s desire joined his, and he groaned at the powerful feelings.

  “Madison, need you, Kit. So bad.” He watched a smirk form on her lips.

  “You’ll just have to wait a little longer, won’t you?” Her gaze strayed back to his face and she winked.

  Minx.

  Madison abandoned his cock and she hooked her hands along the waist of his jeans, yanking the material down his legs. He kicked his boots free, then the pants, and stood nude before his mate.

  Her gaze traveled over him, her look almost like a touch as her attention moved from head to toe, pausing on his cock with each pass.

  Ricker palmed his cock, stroked himself as she’d been doing only moments before, and she focused on his movements. Madison’s eyes darkened before his eyes and her pale tongue snaked out to lap at her lips.

  “See something you like, Kit?”

  His mate growled and yanked his hand from his cock. Before he could blink, she jerked him around her and shoved him onto the bed. His large body bounced against the cushioned surface and he smiled at his ravenous she-cat.

  Madison followed him down, kneeled between his spread thighs and opened her mouth. Her heated tongue licked him from balls to tip, flicking over the fluid-topped head and teased his slit. Propped on his elbows, his gaze remained riveted to her actions, watching her while she repeated the caress. She lapped at him, talented muscle tracing the throbbing vein on the underside of his dick, end of her tongue flicking just beneath the head. The action yanked a groan from him and he couldn’t resist the need to touch her.

  He rested his weight on one elbow and brought his hand to her head, sifting his fingers through her hair and cupping her skull. “That’s it, Kit. Lick me. Suck me.”

  Madison moaned against his aroused flesh, sending jolts of pleasure along his dick, and his balls drew up tight against his body, pulsing with the need to release his cum. His mate rose, positioning her body so that her mouth hovered over the head.

  “Suck it, Kit. Suck my cock.”

  With a twinkle in her eye, she sheathed him in her mouth, slid her lips along his dick and swallowed him down.

  “Fuck, that’s it. Suck it like a good girl.”

  Arousal, searing hot and sharp, tore through him and he recognized the feelings as coming from his mate. Her body was scorching, pussy aching and desperate to be filled. But she wasn’t ready to give up his dick.

  Funny, he was in full agreement.

  Madison wrapped her hand around his cock, squeezed his shaft and followed the movements of her mouth. She rose and fell along his length, wet mouth sucking him, palm sliding over him, twisting and tightening while she pulled. She moaned and flicked her tongue along his hardness.

  Then her other hand came into play. She cupped his balls, gently clutched the sensitive flesh and sent splintering shards of pleasure through him.

  Ricker tightened his hold on her hair, fisted the strands and flexed his hips. She groaned and took more of him, her throat swallowing around his invasion and he tenderly fucked her sweet mouth. In and out he slid between her lips, gasping and moaning with every suck and brush of her tongue along his cock.

  “Suck it. S’good.”

  Pleasure and pride rushed at him through their connection and he pulled the feelings close.

  With each pull, he eased closer to release, balls preparing to empty into his mate’s luscious mouth. Tendrils of mutual pleasure coursed through their connection and Ricker embraced the feelings, let the ecstasy of her possession fill him from head to toe.

  He wouldn’t come in her mouth. No. But he’d revel in the sensations for as long as he could.

  The wet slide of her along his length continued, his hips shifting and pushing in and out of the moist cavern. His groans of pleasure mixed with hers, creating a seductive music that filled the room.

  “Madison… Kit…” He gripped her tighter for a brief moment and lifted her mouth from his cock, forced her to release him and her attention settled on him. Beneath his gaze, her tongue snaked out and lapped at the head of his cock, gathered each droplet of pre-cum as it formed. “Kit, need inside you.”

  Ricker loosened his hold the slightest bit and Madison took advantage of the momentary give and slid from his grip, slithering off the bed to stand between his knees. Hand empty, he encircled his cock, pumped his dick while his mate stripped.

  Fuck, he’d come before he got inside her if she didn’t hurry.

  Layer after layer disappeared before his eyes. The top was tossed aside to reveal the lace cups of her bra, the thin material barely concealing her lush breasts. Then her pants disappeared, her ass wiggling as she inched them over her hips and down her thighs.

  Ricker’s mouth watered at the sight of her. Covered in scraps of lace, her hidden flesh taunted and teased him. The tiger, anxious for its mate, shoved against his wall of control and the bones in his face cracked and shifted. Prickles traveled along his arms and chest and he knew without looking that the cat’s stripes had formed along his body. A purr built in his chest at the sight of his lioness.

  Anxious to sink deep into her heat, he pushed to his hands, leaned forward and reached for Madison. He needed her naked. Now. His gums ached, fangs descending and pricking his lower lip, the cat not willing to wait any longer.

  She slapped his hand away. “I don’t think so. You’ve been telling me what to do all this time. I think it’s my turn.”

  *

  Hot desire burned Maddy’s veins. Her mate’s ache flowed over her like a living thing and she rejoiced in the feelings he projected.

  He wanted her. Ached for her. His long, thick cock throbbed and pounded…for her. So many years of being the chubby chick that shifters picked on were washed away with his gaze, the flood of his emotions shoving them from her mind.

  At her words, Ricker had stilled, hand frozen and fangs peeking from between his lips. “Madison, you don’t know what you’re doing.”

  But she did. Empowered by his desire, she reached for the straps of her bra and eased them down her arms and then flicked the clasp between her breasts. With the next breath, she popped free of the lace confines and the tiger’s gaze immediately zeroed in on her exposed flesh. She let the bit of silk slide from her arms to fall to the floor.

  She hooked her fingers into the hem of her panties and smirked. “I think I do.”

  Maddy eased the soft fabric from her hips, let the knickers drift to the carpet and then stepped free of the undergarments. Nude before her mate, Ricker’s thoughts bombarded her.

  Pain. Need. Desire. Attracti
on. And a possessiveness that thrilled her to her core. She was his, just as he was hers.

  She stepped closer, pushed on Ricker’s shoulders and her mate flopped back without hesitation, gaze locked on her. With care, she crawled atop him, thighs on either side of his hips and hands now resting on his pecs.

  Legs spread, she lowered her hips, hissed when her wet pussy connected with his hard, hot shaft, the length nestling along her cleft. Maddy gripped her mate’s chest, fingers squeezing the hardened muscle while she slid over his cock, veined length stroking and petting her slick heat.

  “Need. Kit. Please.” Ricker begged. The big, bad council tracker writhed beneath her, hips flexing, dick throbbing against her vulnerable flesh.

  She rocked, coated his hardness in her cream, shivered and shuddered each time the head of his dick nudged her clit.

  Ricker’s hands settled on her hips, nails pricking her skin and showing her how much closer he was to losing control. The sharpened lines of his cheeks stood out against his features and the orange and black dusting of fur only served to arouse her even more.

  He held onto his tiger by a thread, the beast raging against the mental walls that held him back.

  Maddy wanted the cat free.

  Loosening her hold on her lioness, the beast surged forth and the tips of her fingers shifted into claws, just long and sharp enough to prick her mate and draw blood. At the same time, she pressed down on his hips, rocked and flexed, stroking him with her pussy.

  “Fuck! Madison!”

  “Right here.” She repeated the motion, embraced the quakes of pleasure. “Right here.”

  Ricker’s grip tightened and she watched as his eyes flashed amber, a true sign that the cat lurked.

  “Madison…” His voice was barely recognizable, deep and gravely as he spoke around his lowered fangs.

  Willing to go easy on the big guy, she leaned down, lapped at the droplets of blood peppering his skin. The coppery tang of his blood burst over her tongue, bathed her taste buds in his essence and she took delight in the flavor.

  “Kit. Mad—Fuck.”

  Maddy lifted her head, eyes intent on her mate. “Come inside me, mate.”

  She didn’t have to ask twice. One of Ricker’s hands abandoned her hip, reached between them to grasp his erection and placed the head at her opening. Nice and slow, she pushed back, pussy enveloping him in her heat, cradling his length. He stretched and spread her like no other, settling into her as if his cock had been made for her alone.

  Then again, he had been made to be her mate.

  Inch by inch, she engulfed him, welcomed him into her body. His heavily veined shaft stroked her inner walls, slid over the nerve endings that sent pleasure coursing through her. Maddy’s arousal grew with every breath as the head of his cock pushed deeper and deeper into her pussy. She accepted more and more of him until she held his full length.

  Hips resting against Ricker’s, she paused, reveled in his possession.

  Her mate raised his head, gaze intent on where they were joined. “Damn, Kit. Do you know how good it is to be inside you?”

  Maddy laughed. She couldn’t help it. “About as good as you feel inside me?”

  Before he could utter another word, she raised her hips, letting his cock slide free of her heat as she climbed. A groan tore from Ricker’s chest and she echoed the sound. His cock stroked her walls, seared pleasure spots that she’d forgotten existed and sent her bliss soaring into the sky.

  She retraced her path, accepted him back into her body and his intimate caress repeated.

  His hand returned to her hip, both of them now gripping her hips and forcing her into a mutually pleasurable rhythm.

  Up and down she moved, pussy clinging to his dick while she rode him. With every fall, her clit brushed his pubis, the pressure sending shards of ecstasy along her spine. With the next lowering of her body, she pressed down harder than before, ground her pussy against him and moaned with the rising bliss.

  “Yes…” She hissed, unable to keep quiet.

  Her pussy clenched around his invasion, pulsing and milking his cock. She rose and dropped followed by a hard circle of her hips. Okay, two circles. Make that four.

  “Fuck. Madison. That’s it.” His face was harsh, mouth more pronounced and stripes evident over his features. “Take it. Kit. Come on my dick.”

  Madison was all for that idea. She took from him instead of giving, granting herself permission to be selfish and demanding. Claws pierced her skin, the scent of her blood joining Ricker’s, and the pain and flavors of their fluids added to her need.

  With every inch up and down, every twitch of her hips, her release inched closer. She panted and moaned, body shifting to her desire rhythm. Harder and faster she moved, chasing her orgasm, determined to come on his cock.

  Ricker’s heaving breath matched hers, his expression a mixture of pleasure and pain. A lesser woman would have run in the other direction, afraid of the barely constrained strength.

  Maddy wasn’t a lesser woman.

  Plus, she seriously needed to come.

  She rocked and flexed her hips, thighs burning while she increased her tempo, determined to give and take the looming ecstasy. It was so close. So…fucking…close.

  Pace growing again, one of Ricker’s hands left her hip and snaked around her, palm cupping and kneading her ass cheek, encouraging her.

  And then not.

  His palm abandoned her, only to return with a resounding smack. A hot sting snaked through her, circled and centered on her clit.

  “Fuck!” She half-screamed, the sound coming out more as a growl.

  “Doing that, Kit.” Another slap followed his words, heat immediately on its heels.

  “Ricker…” She whimpered, pain intensifying her pleasure.

  Smack.

  “Right here.”

  Smack.

  “Hurts.” She whined, not sure if she wanted him to stop or continue. With every fall of his hand, her pussy clenched and milked his cock, sending her closer to the edge of release.

  Smack.

  A full-body shudder overtook her, muscles twitching with the need to come. Her clit throbbed, ached and practically begged. Not much longer…

  Smack.

  Maddy whimpered, cunt spasming.

  Her gaze remained focused on her mate, watched the changes that slinked over his face with every lowering of his hand, each collision of his palm and her ass. Desperate need covered him and she could see that he held on by a thread. His breathing was shallow and heavy, huffing and puffing through his gritted teeth.

  “Need. Ricker.”

  “Come for me. Come on my cock, mate.”

  A full-body moan built within her, the vibrations merging with the heat from his spanking, the pleasure of his cock and the pressure against her clit. Her pace increased and he matched her movements, hand raining down on her with every fall of her body.

  Over and again, she repeated the motion, each shift of muscle shoving her toward the edge. Her gums ached and she felt her sharp fangs descend. The cat was ready, anticipating the moment she could pounce and strike at the man beneath her, claim him as hers.

  Another rise and fall, up and down, smack and sting. Her pussy milked him in a steady rhythm, clenching around his shaft and begging for his cum.

  More and more she gave and took, racing toward the edge, ready to leap and embrace the pleasure he was throwing at her. She convulsed around him, chains of spasms overtaking her as…as she came.

  With a shout, the dizzying explosion of her release shot through her veins. Bliss engulfed Maddy while pulsating waves of ecstasy filled her from head to toe. She shuddered uncontrollably, pussy squeezing him as tremors of pleasure seized her body.

  Without hesitation, she struck, leaned down and sank her razor sharp fangs deep into the spot where neck met shoulder and bit him as deep as she dared. Her teeth sank through the flesh with ease and his blood flowed into her mouth. She swallowed the fluid, welcomed that part
of him while her saliva mixed in with his essence.

  He belonged to her.

  Distantly, a shout met her ears, a purely masculine moan immediately following and then a fierce pain gripped her. Ricker repeated her claiming, the hurt instant and overwhelming.

  She screamed, not in agony, but in pleasure. Another orgasm, stronger than the last, blew through her like a tornado and dragged her in its wake. Her pussy clenched in rhythmic convulsions, body no longer her own. And her cat…the lioness roared in approval as their mate took them, filled them with his seed and marked them as claimed.

  His hips remained sealed to hers, snug and tight where their bodies joined as his dick pulsed inside her sheath, seeming to grow with every twitch. She could feel him filling her, his cum coating her inner walls. Her beast purred, savoring the scent that accompanied their love making.

  Panting, breathless, she slumped against him, exhausted and spent.

  Good sex could be hard on a gal. O-M-G-fucktastic sex was killing her.

  The chest beneath her twitched and then the vibrations from Ricker’s voice slid through her. “O-M-G-fucktastic?”

  Maddy didn’t even raise her head. Hadn’t he heard her thoughts? She was dying for fur’s sake. “Word.”

  “That all you got?”

  She cracked an eye open and tilted her head until she could see him. “Unless you feed me or unbreak my vagina, that’s all I got.”

  That earned her a swat to the ass. And damn if her pussy didn’t tighten. Stupid vagina. It didn’t even realize it was broken.

  “You’re a shifter, Kit. You’ll be ready again in an hour. Faster if I feed you.” The corner of his mouth quirked up in a half-smile. “So, what can I make you? Because I want you again.”

  The hardening of his cock within her sheath confirmed his words.

  Damn. She’d need vaginal rejuvenation if he fucked her like that every time.

  Maddy wondered if Ricker made enough to keep a vajayjay specialist on retainer.

  Her mate’s voice flitted through her mind…

  Yes…

  Chapter Seven

  “Live by the three “F” rule: If they don’t fuck you, feed you or finance you, they don’t matter.” – Maya Josephs, Prima of the Ridgeville Pride, who is getting fucked. Regularly. Without a ring. Bastard.