Beast Within Page 7

  Dylan tensed, focusing all his attention on his cock before it made Mount St. Helen’s most recent eruption look like a pot of vegetables boiling over.

  His hands gripped the bedstead rails. The tingling in his fingers increased until he wanted to claw something. His teeth ached and his ears felt like they were being twisted off his head. Even his butt hurt like it was being torn in two.

  He ignored all of it and concentrated on his cock. It jerked with a life of its own while he fought not to have a complete orgasm. His hands got slippery with sweat, but he held the bedstead rails. He nearly bit his tongue. With Haley glaring at him, he didn’t groan or let out a single peep.

  His cock finally subsided. It still stood hard and ornery, but it quit trying to spray the ceiling. The tension immediately left him as though all the aching and burning never happened.

  “Better,” Haley crooned. “Much better. You see? You are a man, not an animal or just a cock.”

  Dylan narrowed his eyes at her as if daring her to get him to talk. He wanted to get fucked, not be fucked around with.

  “I’ll be back in just a minute. Don’t let go of the bedstead and don’t talk.”

  Haley walked from the room, determined to get herself under control before she went back to Dylan. Never had she been Domme before with a man as determined to maintain control as Dylan. Not only had he surprised her by keeping his cock from erupting, he controlled and dismissed the shape-changing at the same time.

  How soon was his control going to snap? She only hoped when his instinctive desire to be the leader came to the fore, he satisfied his domination by pounding his cock deep inside her. She hoped she didn’t have to face an enraged wildcat. She needed to get her supply of vet products and be ready to hit the wildcat with a fast-acting tranquillizer if Dylan completely lost control.

  But first.

  She discarded her pajama bottoms and leaned against the hallway wall. She ran her fingers across her wet folds, imagining Dylan’s fingers separating them while his tongue lapped her. Her breathing quickened and she pushed two fingers deep inside. She pinched a nipple with one hand, wishing it were Dylan’s thicker fingers.

  She rubbed herself harder and deeper, her womb clenched with tight pulses. She knew Dylan didn’t have a clue how hard it had been for her to stop sucking his cock. She wanted to drink his cum while it sprayed in her mouth. She wanted to impale herself on that tall, thick cock while he sucked her nipples.

  A brief orgasm shuddered through her body and relieved some of her ache. Languidly, she pushed herself away from the wall and went to the kitchen to get the chocolate syrup and a couple of tranquillizer slap injections.

  Nice little gadgets those were. Just slap the animal and the tiny needle on the bulb sank into the animal’s skin immediately releasing the tranq. In Dylan’s case, she hoped she got the tranq into his system before he fully changed. Otherwise, the jaguarondi would tear her up. She eyed her tranq gun. No. He’d worry if he knew the gun was in the room with them. The worry could easily lead to panic. No. She’d trust Dylan’s strength to control himself. And take the tranq capsules just in case.

  On her way back to the bedroom, she made a brief foray into the bathroom. She had promised not to tie him or gag him, but here was a nice strip of velvet, a foam paintbrush for the chocolate and some feathers. She really needed to get a small nightstand with a drawer for her sex toys. Not that she’d had much use for them since she was transferred to south Texas. Now why the hell had she settled for her own fingers when she had her nice dual action vibrator here in the drawer? Because the dildo wasn’t as long or thick as Dylan’s cock, she reminded herself. And the butt vibrator didn’t have the same texture as his fingers.

  She slammed the drawer shut. If she wasn’t careful, she was going to slip into the sub role and be begging him to fuck her. She needed to remain Domme until they both knew he had control over the changing.

  In her bedroom, Dylan still had his hands clamped around the headboard rails. His angry look subsided when he saw the goodies in her hands. Or maybe because she was naked, her thighs still gleaming from her own cream that flowed when she jacked herself. Whatever. He now looked like he was eager to try whatever she dished out. She set the tranq capsules on the spindly table that held her lamp.

  “Good boy, you didn’t move,” she crooned at him again, knowing damn well he hated the sound. She’d worked hard to perfect that grating tone, halfway between an indulgent mommy tone and a teacher comment to a not too bright student. It had pissed off the soldiers under her command and made them try harder.

  She had the very hopeful feeling she was going to be screaming his name in delight in the not too distance future. She smothered her grin, knowing she needed to stay in charge.

  “Turn your body so you’re on your back and your butt is at the edge of the bed,” she ordered.

  At his obedient shifting, she knelt on the floor. Perfect. His balls, cock and butt were even with her face. “Put your feet on the bed, but keep your butt where it is. Pull your legs farther apart and hold your ankles with your hands.”

  Sweet women of all eternity, she’d forgotten how much it turned her on to have a self-assured man as her sex slave, one who trusted her enough to let her do whatever she wanted.

  Slowly, she began to weave the feather around his balls, loving the way they tightened and his cock jerked. His breathing turned into panting, but he didn’t show any of the wildcat changing. Haley decided it was time to up the ante. She reached for the tiny foam paintbrush, then decided to hell with it. She wanted to touch his balls and cock herself.

  She squirted the still-chilly chocolate syrup into her palm, then used just the tip of her middle finger to trace chocolate swirls and lines on the smooth insides of his thighs. Around each ball, she slowly drew concentric circles. With only a bit of chocolate left in her palm, she wrapped her hand around his cock. Under her sticky palm, the veins beat a fast staccato, thickening his cock as she held it.

  She didn’t bother to look at Dylan’s face. She knew from his breathing and the sheen of sweat glistening in the dim light he was almost at the edge. His body shuddered and she caught a quick glimpse of claws peeking from his toenails and fingernails. To her pleasure, the claws disappeared quickly, like a cat whose claws extend then retract when it stretches.

  “Good control,” Haley commented. The time had to come to reward both of them just a bit.

  Gently, she lapped the chocolate off his thighs, then moved slowly to his balls. His body twisted slightly as she started to suck the first one clean, but all she had to do was stop and he stilled immediately. When she started again, he never moved. After licking the second one clean, she wondered if they both had the strength for her to suck his cock.

  She held her thighs tightly together. She didn’t to take her hands off his body to touch herself. Her cream made her thighs slide against each other.

  She started with a bit of licking, using just the tip of her tongue. The knuckles showed white at the grip he had on his ankles. Encouraged by his determination, she used her full tongue to lap first up the length, then around the girth.

  Damn, damn, damn. She wanted this pounding inside her pussy, not her mouth. But she needed to make sure he still had control. She began to take him into her mouth, a few millimeters at a time. With one hand, she fondled his balls. The other hand she slid back and forth across his butt cheeks, occasionally touching his butthole. Hopefully, this time his tail wouldn’t come out.

  His cock jerked in her mouth. She suckled harder, pleased he didn’t come immediately. She adored the shape of the smooth tip, then devoured him deeper to feel the texture of the ridged veins feeding its heavy girth.

  Her nipples tightened unbearably. Her sex wept hot juices.

  “Push yourself back onto the bed,” she said hoarsely.

  She sat back on her calves and touched herself. She had to have him now. She stood up, then climbed on the bed. He still kept his legs spread apart, his hands gripp
ing his ankles. “Let go of your ankles and hold the headboard rails again.”

  She brushed a taut nipple against his mouth. Ah, a smart study. Dylan already knew not to do anything she didn’t tell him to do.

  She rubbed the other nipple across his mouth, daring him to taste it. Good. He kept his mouth shut although she saw the strain in his jaw and the taut tension in his body.

  Haley straddled his body, then rubbed her aching, wet pussy across his chest. Was he in full control?

  She raised herself up to her knees, noting the tranq caps within easy reach to grab. Right, Lundberg, trying to cover your ass just in case the jaguarondi pops out. She hoped she had time to get to them.

  Time to test his control.

  She moved up to his face and brushed her wet pussy against his face. The claws popped out from his fingers again but disappeared even more quickly.

  She lowered herself to his mouth. “Eat me.”

  His tongue promptly plunged into her, lapping as though he were dying of thirst. His mouth sucked at her and pulled the tight knot of her clitoris into her mouth.

  For a heartbeat, Haley felt stiff whiskers where her thighs pressed Dylan’s cheeks and a scratchy tongue against her folds. They disappeared as fast as she realized what they were.

  Rapidly, the essence of her being climbed higher. She rubbed her throbbing breasts against Dylan’s knuckles. If she truly planned to tame him for her pure sex slave, she’d have him keep this level of sensation with his sucking, lapping and occasionally teeth scraping all night long. Just as the thought occurred to her, her being stripped itself from her body. Her orgasm sent her into a frenzy, grinding herself against Dylan’s mouth and tightening her thighs against his cheeks while shudders ripped through her.

  “Dylan! Oh, saints! Dylan!”

  The last of the orgasm ignited through her and left her hanging limply on to the bedstead rails. His tongue and mouth moved more slowly now. She felt cherished while he gently suckled and occasionally licked her to send aftershocks through her.

  Stiffly, she unwound her hands from the rails, then moved herself from his mouth still savoring her.

  “Nice,” she said, barely able to keep her eyes open. She patted his still-erect cock. “Turn on your side so I can reach your cock.”

  Without saying a word, he twisted his body. Haley looked at the odd angle he lay at then laughed. “You may take your hands off the rails now and get comfortable.”

  For a moment his jaw worked, but he didn’t say anything.

  Haley took his cock into her mouth and began to suck again. Dylan didn’t know how much longer he was going to be able to stand this torture. He didn’t think he had much control left to stop his cock from exploding.

  Her sweet pussy, glistening with her juices that he still could taste, lay next to his face. The bountiful mounds he wanted to suckle rubbed against his belly.

  He wanted to grab her ass and eat her again. Hey, he realized, she never told him to stop eating her. She didn’t give him permission to touch her with anything other than his mouth, but he still had permission to eat her.

  He probed with his tongue, nudging her thighs slightly farther apart. When he reached the ripe knot of her clitoris, she moaned against his shaft. Her fingers dug into his butt, one finger pressing firmly against his butthole.

  He suckled her knot, enjoying the vibrations of her moans against his cock. With her body shuddering, he lapped harder. He felt as thought he was dying, trying to control his urge to probe her ass the way she was pushing her thumb into his hole and slapping him with light spanks.

  Her hand slapped with a sharp sting against his butt. She jerked her mouth from his almost exploding cock.

  “Get rid of the god-damn tail, Gomez!”

  He took his mouth from her pussy and glanced over his shoulder. His furry tail lashed against her head and shoulders. Son of a bitch! His mind exploded. He hadn’t even felt the damn thing begin to extend. At least he hadn’t said anything out loud. Maybe she’d go on giving him head if he made the damn tail go away fast. Hastily, he concentrated on making it go away. When it was gone, he cursed silently. He didn’t have the energy to start this Domme-sub game again, at least not as sub.

  His Brunhilde—and damn it all to hell and back, it wasn’t fair that women got to be multi-orgasmic and most men were thrilled to get a single big one—lay on the wrinkled sheets glowing with sweat and post-coital satisfaction.

  His cock still pounded with unfulfilled lust. The last time he had been this frustrated was when a girl cousin dared him to take one of his grandfather’s penis erectus pills. Gawd-almighty, that had been the last time he let a female be Domme until tonight. Just what had he been thinking? His cock throbbed and he smelled Haley’s juices. Oh, yeah, he hadn’t been thinking, just trying to control the damn wildcat urges to take care of his basic human needs.

  “You just can’t keep from pussy-whipping, can you?”

  Dylan clamped his mouth shut against the curses curdling his brain.

  “Dylan, as long as you continue to control the jaguarondi in you, I give you permission to pleasure me in any way you wish.”

  Chapter Seven

  As soon as the words left her mouth, Dylan had her on her hands and knees in front of him. He spread her legs apart. He eased the tip of his shaft into her. He knew she was still wet for him. She let loose a long shuddering breath when his width fully stretched her. “Harder, Dylan. Faster.”

  As much as he wanted to, he had permission to pleasure her however he wished. He slid nearly out, then slowly entered her again. Over and over, he continued the smooth solid strokes until she began to keen. When her orgasm began to shake both of them, Dylan pulled completely out.

  “What the fuck?” She dropped to her belly and rolled over to glare at him.

  Dylan pointed a finger to his chest, then to his mouth.

  “Talk, you bastard.”

  He leaned over the end of the bed and found the long strip of velvet he’d seen her discard when she came in with her toys. “You said I had permission to pleasure you anyway I wish.” Rapidly, despite her kicking, he managed to use the velvet strip to tie her ankles to two of the rails of the headboard.

  “This is the way I wish to bring you pleasure.” With her legs spread wide and her ass elevated, he kneeled between her legs and surveyed her wide-open sex. He held her hands with one hand, then drove himself into her. He sucked first one breast, then the other, all the while keeping up the relentless pounding his cock wanted so badly.

  He first put the tip of his little finger into her ass. She arched her back into his driving body. At her obvious acceptance and groaning pleasure, he substituted his index finger for his pinky. At some point, he wanted to take her ass with his cock, but right now, his shaft wanted the sublime slickness and heated shivers of her passage.

  The harder and faster he drove into her, the faster her breathing came. He vaguely felt the changing starting, but forced it into abeyance. Her body began to shake with her orgasm. He clamped his mouth against her shoulder but felt the fangs extend and forced them back. With a shrieking, unintelligible call, her body shook at the peak of her orgasm. He let himself go, joining her primeval scream with his own deep roar while his cum pumped out in sharp bursts.

  Panting, he became aware of her body supporting his, her hands stroking his damp back. Lightly, he suckled the skin on her sweet, sweaty shoulder, happy he’d forced back the fangs and hadn’t torn her skin this time.

  Her caressing hands stopped, then her fingers began to lightly feather his back as though she were searching for something.

  “Dylan, untie me now.” All the sex joy had disappeared with the First Sergeant order in his Amazon’s voice. He had always heard the Amazons knew exactly how and when to separate pleasure from business. “I want to see what’s under your skin on your back.”

  “Goddamn it all to hell. Don’t tell me I’m now sprouting some fucking wings.” Dylan reached up his back, trying to feel what i
nterested Hildy. He untied the velvet rope.

  After she flexed her legs, she sat up. “Turn around.”

  Her fingers moved in small decisive strokes. She sat back on her calves and he turned to face her.

  “The farmer who found the wounded jaguarondi called me. How did you get shot anyway?”

  “Trying to make connections with my human smuggler contacts to get them to stop until I got to the bottom of the Hell Hospital.”

  Hildy worried her lower lip. “When I took possession of the wounded jaguarondi, which the farmer tranqued when he spotted it, I patched up the bullet hole,” she patted the healing spot on his thigh, “and inoculated the jaguarondi for rabies, feline leukemia and feline distemper.”

  “Gee, nice to know I’m protected.”

  “The vaccines probably aren’t effective in your human body. If they were, all of us in animal protection would automatically be vaccinated against rabies the way the general population is vaccinated against the flu and smallpox. It won’t hurt you either,” she assured him. “We stick ourselves all the time dealing with unruly animals. Anyway, I inserted a GPS unit to track the wildcat for our endangered species program at the same time.”

  “I have a GPS unit in me?”

  “Actually, the one I put in is just below your shoulder blade. There’s a second one between your shoulder blades.”

  “And there’s only one place where it was inserted. The Hell Hospital.” Dylan clamped his jaw shut. “You know what this means, don’t you?”

  “Just a wild guess, but someone’s tracking you?”

  “That too but not for much longer.”

  Haley’s eyes widened. “There’s only one way to remove the tracking units.”

  “I know. Can you do it?”

  “Can you keep yourself from turning into a jaguarondi when I cut it out? I have some local anesthetic, but it’s for animals. I don’t know how effective it’ll be on you.”