His tongue circled her throbbing clit, the taste of her going to his head like the most potent drug. She was so sweet, so liquid hot and slick it was like plunging his tongue in melted sugar when he thrust it up the velvet confines of her cunt.
He knew what he was going to do. Not that he had planned it, or even really considered it until she had run from him. The moment he had realized she had entered the mountain and placed herself in greater danger, Kiowa had known exactly how he would imprint her submission to him in her mind, her heart. She was his mate. She was falling in love with him, he could see it in her eyes, feel it in her touch. She would come to realize that her heart as well as her body was bound to him. But until she did, she would learn his word was law where her protection was concerned. She was not strong enough to protect herself. She had no idea of the depravity of the world and those who would take her from him if they had a chance. He would not give them the chance, and neither would she. As his lips moved back to her straining clitoris, he plunged two fingers quickly into the weeping depths of her pu**y. She exploded fast, arching and shuddering as her cries filled his ears. He gave her only seconds to peak and begin the gentle slide down before he moved away. Before she had the will or the mind to fight him, he loosened the restraints and flipped her quickly to her stomach. She gasped as he allowed his hand to fall to the smooth, rounded globes of her ass again. Damn she was pretty there, her flesh still pink from the earlier spanking, the small entrance to her anus flexing in response to the orgasm slowly easing through her body.
He lifted her hips, bracing her knees on the bed.
“Stay,” he growled when she would have lain back down. “On your knees, just like that.”
Her legs tightened as she whimpered, arousal still thick in her voice.
“You will not endanger yourself like that again, Amanda,” he snarled, his hands moving to position her knees on the bed as he wanted them, angling her hips back, her rosy rear parting to reveal the ultratight entrance to her ass.
“Do you know what I’m going to do, Manda?” he asked her softly, crooning, his voice deepening at the thought of the pleasure to come.
“Just do it,” she cried out, her bu**ocks flexing.
He chuckled at the demand, moving his fingers along her saturated pu**y to spread the honeyed lubrication back to the little hole.
He slid his finger in slowly, watching as it stretched her ass**le, feeling his breath catch in his throat as she relaxed easily for him. He eased her slowly, one finger stretching and feeling her, then two, then three. At the third, she was gasping, her back bowing as her strangled cries echoed around him. Moving his fingers back, he edged closer, tucking the thick head of his dick at the tender opening.
“Kiowa…” Her voice was drugged, sensual as he pressed close, feeling the hard pulse of fluid that exited the tip at the feel of the tight entrance.
Instinct, Dash had told him. A biological, instinctive response to the female’s tight channels and the unusual thickness of the wolf and coyote breeds. Their dicks were unusually thick, though not abnormal. Without it, he could have never attempted what he knew he was going to do now. Hell, he had never attempted if before, had never known it would be possible.
“Kiowa.” Amanda pressed closer, her voice breathy, dazed with the arousal straining through her. He had only kissed her once, deliberately. He wanted to stroke the fires of her lust, not the hormone that spilled from his tongue. He wanted to make her crazy, his touch, her need for it, driving her. His c**k spurted again as he pressed deeper. She cried out as the fluid shot into tight, tense muscles.
“Talk to me, baby,” he groaned, hanging onto his control by a thread. “Tell me if you want it, Amanda.”
“Yes.” The harsh groan had his teeth gritting as he pressed deeper.
“Damn. You’re tight,” he panted, feeling the grip, tighter than any fist stretching around the head of his cock.
“Kiowa…” The low drawn-out wail as more of the relaxing fluid shot into her had his head falling back on his neck, his grip on her hips tightening.
The very fact that she was accepting, allowing the penetration was proof of her trust, the intimacy growing between them. Amanda was as prickly as a porcupine protecting its lair; she would never give such liberties without complete trust.
“You will not endanger yourself again.” He pushed deeper, the head of his erection popping inside the stretched muscles now as she flexed around him, causing yet another hard surge of the hormonal fluid inside her tight ass. “Never, Amanda.”
“I swear,” she cried hoarsely. “Oh God, Kiowa, I can’t bear it.”
He pulled back, easing from her immediately, only to have her scream in denial and push back, lodging him deeper inside her.
“What do you want, Amanda?” he demanded fiercely. “Tell me what you want.”
“You…” She was gasping for breath, shuddering each time his c**k pulsed inside her. “I want you.”
“Not good enough,” he snapped. “Tell me what you want, Amanda. Tell me now or I’ll stop.”
“No!” She pressed closer, moving back against him, pushing him deeper inside her as she screamed out at the sensations.
“Tell me!” His hand landed on her ass demandingly.
“Fuck me,” she snarled, her voice slurred, enraptured. “Damn you, f**k my ass, Kiowa. Fuck me.”
Two hard blistering jets of the pre-come surged from his c**k a second later. Kiowa pushed deeper, gritting his teeth, holding her tight as she writhed beneath him until every tortured, engorged inch of his dick was buried inside her.
She was crying now, her muscles flexing and rippling around him, fighting to accommodate the flesh filling her.
“Mine!” He couldn’t stop the growl that barreled from his throat as he came over her, his lips searching for the tender wound he had left on her neck as he felt his release building in his balls. She was too tight, too hot around him, and despite the thick lubrication his c**k had spurted inside her and his normally steely self-control, he knew he wouldn’t last but seconds. She was closer. He could smell it. Feel her pu**y rippling through the walls of her ass and knew when he knotted the delicate portal he was lodged in, her orgasm might well destroy them both.