She didn't, and his desire increased.
“Stay right like that,” he growled around his emerging canines. God, he was so hard. Have to have her. His beast wanted. Badly.
Wildflowers and female musk filled his head. Sheridan apparently liked him telling her what to do. And he suddenly couldn't wait any longer.
“What do you want from me?” Sheridan's whisper sounded more like an invitation. She spread her thighs and moaned, and the heat of her sex teased him to move closer.
“I think the question is, what do you want from me?” he rasped and angled the head of his cock between her full folds. “You want this, baby? You're wet, and I'm hard and hot. I'm aching for that pussy. I need it,” he rumbled, feeling her moisture coating his cockhead. Heaven and hell in the same breath. A torturous tease with every second he didn't come inside her.
“Oh. Oh yes,” she moaned, squirming to get him deeper inside her.
The right answer. Fuck, yes. “Well you're going to get it. All of it. Oh, yeah.
This first time, it's going to be hard and fast. And then we're going to take it nice and slow.”
He didn't wait to hear more as he slid inch by inch deep inside her wet pussy, careful not to hurt her. She was so incredibly tight.
Sheridan cried out and ground her ass against him, wriggling to get closer as he crammed her full.
“Please,” she begged, and he lost it.
Jules pulled out and rammed back in, his balls tight, his shaft pulsing with the need to bury himself inside her.
“I'm going to fill you, Sheridan. Full of my cum.” Just the thought of it turned him inside out. He pounded into her, gripping her lush hips as he fucked her with a ferocity that amazed even him. His beast raged to cement ties, to push himself inside the female and coat her with his scent until she belonged.
Finesse, affection, tenderness—none of that mattered but proving to himself that Sheridan was real, she was here, right now, and that she was his.
Irrational and beyond caring, Jules fucked her harder until he reached climax.
He shuddered inside her, caught in a lust so extreme, he couldn't think as he emptied himself.
When the raging need tapered enough to think again, he realized he remained erect inside her, wanting more. Sheridan hadn't yet come, and she quivered beneath him.
Shocked he might have hurt her, he took a moment to regroup.
She moaned. “Don't stop, not yet.”
Her slight whimper aroused him anew, relief and desire commingling to allow him the control he needed to do this right.
Jules withdrew and pulled her upright. Wrapping his arm around her body, he forced her to watch them in the mirror. “I'm bigger than you, stronger than you, and I'm going to demand things from you that you won't want to give,” he growled, his beast riding him hard.
Her slighter, paler hand covered his. She grabbed his fingers as if to take his hand away.
He reached for her breast and squeezed, and her head fell back against his shoulder. “I love your hair.”
Her breath hitched. “I didn't think you'd recognize me. The drugs in your system were so strong. Even my healing didn't fully temper them.”
“You think I'd forget you?”
“I'm not much to look at,” she said, shocking him.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” He stared at her in the mirror, taken with the sexual kitten lolling against him. Any man's wet dream come to life, and she thought she wasn't much to look at?
He tightened his grip and pinched her nipple as punishment for such foolish thoughts. Instead of crying out, she arched into his hand, aroused by the pain. He couldn't help himself, and with his other hand, he sought out the wet heat between her legs, deeply gratified by his seed that mingled with her arousal.
“You're a wet little liar, aren't you, Sheridan?”
“No,” she rasped as he shoved a finger inside her and thrust his cock against her lower back.
“Yes, you are. Because you know how hot you are, how my friends lusted after that hot little ass, those big breasts. And you love what I'm doing to you, don't you?
You like me rough. You're wet and so ripe. You want to come, don't you, baby?” He began fucking her with his finger while he pinched her nipple, alternating points of pressure until she cried out for more.
“Please. Jules, I need you.”
“How much? Enough to tell me where you've been all this time? To tell me what happened after the mutant attack? Or how about why you were at that fucking compound to begin with?” Jules inserted a second finger inside her, enthralled by the carnal scene reflected back at him in the mirror. “Look at us.
Remember how good it was when you rode me in the middle of the wild? Yeah, that I remembered. You took me, let me come deep inside you. So why did you leave me in that hotel? Why not come with me, unless you had something to hide? My beast knows who you really are, baby.”
Mine.
He didn't give her a chance to answer. Instead, he removed his hands and dragged her to the bed. There, he shoved her down and knelt on the floor between her splayed legs. A feast for the senses was all he could think as he stared down at her glistening pussy.
Jules kissed his way up her thighs and clamped his mouth over her ripe clit.
He sucked hard, gratified by her moans and pleas for more. He ate her out, licking and sucking, relishing the taste of his seed over her. The beast inside him fully emerged, and Jules gave him his head.
The female should never have left him. And this time, she'd learn better than to try to escape again.
Chapter Eight
Several hours later, after an afternoon spent loving, eating, laughing, and generally getting to know each other's bodies, Sheridan groaned and tried to move back from the intensity between her legs. Jules's mouth felt like torture, so hot, so exciting. He burned her from the inside out. The desire she continually felt in his presence flared into a heated life of its own.
“Oh yeah. Hot and sweet.” He rubbed his face against her, arousing her with more than his breath but with his mouth as well as he licked her desire. When she tried to inch away from the intensity, he held her fast, and his strength only increased her arousal. So dominant, so forceful, he fulfilled fantasies she'd never known she'd had as she instinctively submitted to Jules's touch.
The overwhelming pleasure started to scare her, because she couldn't control the growing need. His little finger shoved inside her, then retreated and inched lower, toward her virgin ass. When he rimmed her there and pushed forward, he pulled from her a deep-throated moan she wouldn't have thought she had it in her to give. Not to any man.
For so long she'd been immersed in work, in her plants, in her mind, keeping to herself to protect the nature of her ability. And then she'd met Jules, and everything ceased to matter except him. The feminist inside her railed at the truth, but the woman in Sheridan could no longer deny it. No matter what tomorrow brought, she'd take this pleasure and share in it. Hell, I deserve it for what I’ve been through.
“I'll tell you anything you want to know, but you can't stop. Please,” she said on a breath, wishing she sounded firmer and not like a woman starring in an adult movie.
“I couldn't stop now if the world ended. I need this. We need this,” he growled and showed her the beast in his slit pupils, in the rasp of his words uttered around fangs.
“Yesss,” she hissed.
Jules's mouth interrupted her again. He sucked hard at her clit and shoved his fingers deeper inside her. Everywhere. Her ass burned, and then the pain turned to unfathomable pleasure as he angled his little finger deeper and prodded her sensitive flesh.