“Feel good?” he mumbled around his delicious mouthful of flesh.
“Yes.”
“This will feel better.” He added another finger, setting up a steady stroking motion that caressed the sensitive opening of her vagina while rubbing her clit with his thumb. Pulling as much of her breast into his mouth as possible, he suctioned strongly.
Von’s hand left his head to land on his shoulders where her nails dug in tight. She threw back her head and abandoned herself to her pleasure. Sean couldn’t get over how beautifully responsive she was. How would she react when he buried his face between her legs and tasted her sweet pussy? The thought caused his already swollen cock to tighten dangerously.
No, he wouldn’t come in his pants like some untried youth, no matter the provocation. When he lost it, he would be buried deep within Von’s tight, wet vagina. He added yet another finger, stretching her opening and preparing her for his cock. He would have her. Maybe not today, but she would be his and he wanted it to be as painless as possible. He’d never been small to begin with and becoming a Lycan had enhanced his already large portions.
Von slammed her mouth down on his and sent her fingers fumbling with his pants. Sean sucked in his stomach to give her room and she slipped her greedy little hands inside.
“I want to see you, touch you,” she gasped.
She managed to unfasten the button and had her hand on the zipper when he cautioned, “Careful, darling. Let’s not snag the jewels.”
She eased the zipper down, reached in and tugged his cock free. Her hand on his sex was exquisite and he closed his eyes to regain some of the control he’d lost. Von stroked once, twice, like she was measuring him. Then she knocked his hand from between her leg and rose.
Sean thought she had come to her senses, realized what she was doing, and had a change of heart. God give him strength because if she had, he didn’t know if he could let her go. He’d never forced a woman but he’d also never wanted any woman as badly as he wanted this one.
Instead of leaving, she angled his cock toward her opening and lowered her body.
Though he was relieved, Sean still needed to be sure this was what she really wanted. Once he took her, there’d be no going back. He caught her hips when the tip of his head lodged at the mouth of her vagina, tempting him to forget all thoughts of honor and take what they both seemed to want.
“Are you sure?” he asked through clenched teeth with the last small bit of conscience he had functioning.
In answer, she sank down. The head of his penis hit her hymen and she stopped, wincing in discomfort as she let out a small cry of pain.
Von’s a virgin? Every possessive instinct in his body rose to surface, canceling out any other thought. He held her hips as she rose up and tried again, and again, until his eyes were crossed and still he was less than halfway inside. He gritted his teeth, determined to let her do this her way.
“Help me,” she pleaded, frustration strong in her voice.
“Put your hands on my shoulders.” When she complied he told her, “Now close your eyes and hold on.”
Von braced herself, tensing above him. That wouldn’t do at all. He flicked her clit, rubbing lightly in circles until she rocked with him, focused on the sensation of his finger and not what was going on inside her vagina. In his mouth, he felt his canines grow along with the urgent need to bite, to mark her in some way as his.
When Von was loose and limber, totally focused inward on the pleasure of her body, Sean leaned forward and bit her breast at the same time that he thrust up, piercing her maidenhead and embedding himself deep inside. He immediately stopped, giving her a minute to adjust, despite how his beast was snarling to claim her in a way she’d never forget. The faint scent of her maiden blood mingled with the blood in his mouth driving him crazy.
“You okay?” he asked in a strained voice, the need to move riding him hard. To distract himself, he licked the blood welling from the teeth marks he’d left.
“I think so,” she said in a hesitant voice. She made a small movement with her hips and they both caught their breaths.
“Do that again, sweetheart.”
Von did, moving this way and that until she found her perfect rhythm. Sean gritted his teeth and let her have control. She rode him magnificently and seemed fascinated by the sight of his penis disappearing and reappearing inside her body.
Sean couldn’t take his eyes off her. Everything faded except for the two of them, the slick feel of her pussy gripping and releasing his cock. The bounce of her perky breasts with their dark brown puckered nipples. The ripple of her stomach muscles as she rose and fell. The ecstasy on her face as she took her pleasure. The feel of her taut ass in his hands and he helped her ride him.
He noted when her breathing increased and the muscles of her vagina began to ripple along his shaft, signaling her imminent release. She began to falter and looked to him with panicked eyes. He stroked her clit. “Ride me, baby. Listen to your body. It knows what it needs. Do it,” he encouraged.
Taking him at his words, she tightened her grip on his shoulders and bounced on his lap, faster and harder until with a sharp cry, her body arched and her head snapped back.
“YOU WHORE!”
It took Sean a moment to realize Von had been snatched off his cock by an enraged Derrick. He came out of his shock when Derrick slammed his fist into the side of Von’s face and she crumpled to the floor, unconscious.
With an infuriated roar, he was on Derrick. Sean grabbed him by the throat and threw him across the room. Then followed to finish him.
Chapter Six
Pain exploded in Von’s head, wrenching her out of the sensual fog she’d been in. Like a sleepwalker awakened abruptly, around the ringing in her head she tried to figure out what happened. Her vision was hazy. Her face throbbed, making her head hurt. Her thighs were sticky and wet and her sex was tender and pulsing in unfulfilled desire, a condition she’d experienced frequently enough with Derrick. Had they been making out again and been interrupted? But that wouldn’t explain her head and face, or why she was on the floor.
A roar and a crash caught her attention. Sean and Derrick were trying to kill each other, though Sean clearly had the advantage. She brought her hand to the side of her face that hurt the most, and her touch, light as it was, sent a sharp pain through her body. The shock of it caused a partial memory to surface.
Derrick hit her! But why?
Oh my God! She’d had sex with Sean and Derrick had walked in on them, catching them in the act. How could she do such a thing? Despites all her efforts, she’d turned out to be like her mother after all. Why else would she have been so obsessed with having sex to the point where it didn’t matter who it was with as long as she got some?
Derrick is right. I am a whore.
Von wanted to vomit. Shame rode her hard and all she could think to do was run home and hide. She scrambled to her feet, swaying before she managed to balance herself by grabbing hold of the chair. Forgetting she had on three-inch heels, she stumbled and nearly fell when she tried to walk. The shoes were proof of her harlotry. Who but a prostitute had sex with their shoes on?
She weaved her way to the door and almost tripped over her purse. Bending over to pick it up off the floor almost did her in and she braced herself against the wall until the room stopped spinning and the black spots faded from before her eyes. When she could straighten, she took the last few steps necessary, undid the locks and opened the door.