Page 32 of The Hellhound’s Mate
“Oh fuck me,” the woman I was hiding behind said. “I think I’m going to come.”
I let out a scream to hide my laughter and sprinted through the room.
All of a sudden, Saph landed in front of me like he’d dropped from the ceiling. I stopped so fast, I landed on my ass at his feet. How had he done that? Had he leapt over everyone’s heads? Bounced off a wall or two? Goddess, he was magnificent.
“You’re mine now, little bunny,” he said with such malice that a shiver went through me.
And right to my cock.
I moaned when he picked me up, but realized I should probably scream. That was cut short when he flung me over his shoulder, the breath knocked right out of me. But I gasped when his big hand covered my ass and one long, clawed finger pressed into the crack of it. If he was still managing to keep his cock contained, I was going to be very impressed because mine was raging against the ball of his shoulder.
Getting back into my brand new acting career, I screamed and flailed, kicking my feet and pounding my fists against Saph’s back. Not too hard, of course. A few people tried to hold onto my arms and pull me free, but did so while grinning and not very seriously. Saph didn’t have to do more than keep walking back through the galleries, the crowd no doubt parting easily for his triumphant return to the storage room.
“You’re sold out,” Vera said as we passed her.
“Seriously?” I nearly screeched, totally breaking character as I tried to look at her.
“Dildos, too,” she said with a saucy wink. “I’ll play something loud that should cover up what you two are about to do.”
I had a feeling Saph wasn’t hiding anything. That it felt like he was strutting told me he might not mind.
Going back to my intended performance, I kept up screams and begging to be freed, kicked and wiggled, until the storage room door slammed. A huge cheer went up on the other side, and I laughed as Saph swung me down to stand up again.
“Oh my,” I said since he was one hundred percent fully erect. Even his knot was on display, throbbing there at the base of his cock.
“I tried.” He shrugged one shoulder and grinned.
“But it was justtoo hard,” I said with a smirk as I drew a fingertip down the length of his slick cock, drawing a heart on the knot.
Saph growled and spun me around to bend me over a crate. I draped myself across it, holding on to the opposite edge, as he rucked up my clothes to bare my ass. I cried out when I felt his claws grip my hips just before his tongue snaked over my hole. Outside our little room, a heavy bass beat started up, and I grinned to know Vera was laying down cover for us.
I lost myself in the feel of Saph tonguing my ass, his teeth occasionally nipping, and his claws pricking my bare skin. When I couldn’t resist rubbing my cock against the slightly scratchy cloth of my outfit, Saph stopped, and I whimpered in loss but also anticipation.
Goddess, but his cock fit so perfectly inside me. He could work himself into me so easily nowadays. I just opened for him, and he slide inside like we really were made for each other. It was desperately erotic but also like a homecoming every single time.
The crate gave little groans as he worked it across the room with every thrust of his hips. He reached down and wrapped his big hands around my thighs, pulling them wider and lifting me up at the same time. I couldn’t help the needy noises leaving me as he fucked me faster, the crate finally thumping to a stopagainst a wall. Saph kept railing me, and I could hear him growling like the ferocious beast he was.
With no warning at all, I suddenly came. I hollered my release as he fucked me through it, and then I said, “Don’t stop.Don’t you stop.”
Saph pressed in deep, his knot threatening. “Oh, I won’t, little bunny. You’re mine and I mean to use you all up.”
I moaned from my soul as he went back to pounding my ass, his knot kissing my stretched hole with every thrust. Suspended between him and the crate, I whimpered and moaned through pleasure so sharp it almost hurt. And still I wanted more.
Finally, gloriously, Saph thrust into me hard and shoved that knot of his in, too. I wailed like I might come again, but it was just the devastating pleasure of being well and truly possessed by my incredible hellhound. He was bound to me until his knot relaxed, and I loved that.
“Wicked bunny,” he whispered as he rested on top of me. “You’ve wrecked me.”
I chuckled and clenched on his cock, loving how full I felt and the way he groaned. “You’re not wrecked. I am.”
He hummed and rubbed his furry cheeks against my head and shoulders like he was marking me. “Beautifully devastated, then. The best of incandescent destruction.”
Such a poet, my beastly lover. I pulled his hand closer and kissed his knuckles before sighing and practically melting into the crate.
We’d sold all my paintings, titillated and dazzled a hundred plus patrons, and loved each other into a blissfully catatonic state. I chuckled at my thoughts and adored this new life we were living to the absolute fullest.