Page 76 of Beastkin
“The kind that would have scandalized our childhood selves,” I replied, sliding my hands up his chest to cup his face. The coarse fur under my palms was so familiar now, so comforting.
I leaned in, brushing my lips against his, a teasing touch that made him growl low in his throat. His massive hands tightened on my hips, pulling me closer until our bodies pressed together in the small confines of our childhood fort.
“Phoenix,” he breathed against my mouth, his voice rough with desire. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“What a way to go, though,” I murmured, threading my fingers through the thick fur at the nape of his neck.
When our lips met again, there was nothing teasing about it. Karrick kissed me with a hunger that made my toes curl in my boots, his tusks grazing my bottom lip in that way that always sent electricity racing down my spine. I melted against him, opening my mouth to deepen the kiss, tasting the sweetness of his mother’s cookies on his tongue.
The fort creaked ominously around us as Karrick shifted, trying to accommodate my weight in his lap without breaking the crate he sat on. I couldn’t help but laugh against his lips, remembering how we’d once thought this place was enormous.
“We might break our masterpiece,” I whispered, pulling back just enough to look into his warm brown eyes.
“Worth it,” he rumbled, leaning forward to nuzzle against my neck, his breath hot against my skin. “I’ve been wanting to do this since we got here. To take you somewhere that was just ours.”
His words sent a wave of heat through me that had nothing to do with my fire magic. I tilted my head, giving him better access as he pressed open-mouthed kisses along my throat. His tusks scraped gently against my pulse point, making me shiver.
“Karrick…” I whispered, a pleading tone in my voice that couldn’t be mistaken. I wanted more.
His claws lightly traced patterns on my back through my shirt, careful not to tear the fabric but providing just enough pressure to make me arch against him. The magic that bound us together flared bright, our bond humming with shared desire that echoed between us like feedback in a microphone.
“Get on your knees,” Karrick growled, his fingers digging into my hips. “I want to see that beautiful face when you suck my cock.”
I couldn’t help but shiver at that commanding tone. He was getting more forceful in the bedroom, which I loved. Without hesitation, I pulled myself off his lap and sank down into the soft pine needles in front of him. I bit my lower lip as I watched him unbutton his jeans, releasing his fat, beautiful cock at last.
My breath caught as his thick dick sprang free, already hard and glistening at the tip. Even after all our time together, the sight of him never failed to make my mouth water. He was massive in every way, and I loved how he filled me completely.
I wrapped my fingers around his base, marveling at how my hand couldn’t fully encircle his girth. His skin was hot and velvet-soft, the heavy weight of him familiar in my palm. A low growl rumbled from deep in his chest as I stroked him slowly, teasingly.
“Stop being such a tease,” he commanded, his voice rough with need. “Put that pretty mouth to work.”
I leaned forward, maintaining eye contact as I dragged my tongue along his length from base to tip. He tasted like musk and salt and something earthy that made my own arousal spike. His hips jerked slightly at the contact, and I felt his restraint through our bond as he fought not to thrust into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his massive hand coming to rest gently on the back of my head. “Just like that, pup.”
I took him into my mouth slowly, savoring the stretch of my lips around his thickness. The old fort creaked around us as he shifted, trying to give me better access in the cramped space. Pine needles pressed into my knees through my jeans, but I barely noticed, too focused on the taste and feel of him.
His fingers tangled in my hair as I found my rhythm, taking him as deep as I could before pulling back to swirl my tongue around his head. The sounds he made, those deep, rumbling groans, sent heat pooling in my belly. Through our bond, I could feel his pleasure mixing with my own, creating a feedback loop that had us both trembling.
“Your mouth feels so good,” he panted, his control starting to slip. “Fuck…”
I hummed around him, the vibration making him curse. His hips began to move in small thrusts, careful not to overwhelm me but seeking more friction. I relaxed my throat, taking him deeper, and was rewarded with a sound that was half-growl, half-whimper.
The winter air was cold on my skin, but heat radiated from Karrick’s body, keeping me warm as I worked. Snow continued to fall outside our shelter, but inside our childhood fort, there was only warmth and desire and the feeling of coming home.
“I think it’s your turn now,” he said suddenly, pulling my off his cock with a loud pop.
Before I could reply, Karrick had spun me around and placed me on all fours. He yanked down my jeans with one swift motion, his tongue against my hole before I could even process what was happening.
“Fuck!” I gasped, my voice echoing through the trees. “Oh gods… oh fuck…”
Karrick’s tongue was relentless, warm and wet against my entrance, making my arms shake as I struggled to stay on all fours. The sensation was overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure up myspine that made my toes curl in my boots. My cock throbbed, trapped against the fabric of my underwear that Karrick hadn’t bothered to remove completely.
“Yes, yes,” I moaned, pushing back against his face, desperate for more. “Right there...”
His massive hands gripped my ass cheeks, spreading me wider as he devoured me. I felt the light scratch of his tusks against my sensitive skin, the contrast of sensations making me whimper. Through our bond, I could feel his satisfaction at reducing me to this quivering mess.
“You taste so fucking good,” he growled against me, the vibration of his voice sending another jolt of pleasure through my body. “I could eat this ass for hours.”