Page 63 of In Prey We Trust

“Quiet.” The order is followed by a sharp smack to her right cheek and I feel the shudder run through her. Her scent is intoxicating as she fights the instinct to be vocal, and though I love the sounds she makes, I also know she loves being told what to do almost as much as she enjoys fighting me. “Hold still.”

I turn over, putting my back on the wood as I scoot underneath her. Once I’m settled under her bare thighs, I inhale with a hungry grin. I’m not worried about someone intruding; they wouldn’t dare disturb me after the show in the ring. But we don’t have all the time in the world, either, so I grab her legs to spread them further. Diving into her wetness, I lick a line up her slit before moving to her clit. Nipping it lightly, I flick my tongue over it and suckle, alternating until she’s flooding my face with more heat. I grip her tightly, using the jerks and harsh breaths of my girl to measure how close she is. Every time I sense she’s getting too close, too fast, I pull back and make marks on her inner thighs as she shivers. I want her panting with need before I’ll take her over.

The thought makes my cock twitch in my shorts and I double my efforts, lashing her with my tongue until she lets out a strangled squeak. Growling in reproval, I bite down and I know she’s damn near ready to explode. Our girl loves public fucking; I’ve seen how hot it gets her. Dolly isn’t perturbed someone will see her; in fact, the possibility makes her wetter. I thrust my tongue inside her quickly, bringing her closer and closer until she’s trembling again, then pull my mouth away.

“Do you want to come?” I ask as I blow cool air over her hot pussy. “Are you waiting for me to give permission?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice is a throaty whisper and I almost fucking jizz in my goddamn fighting shorts.

Fitz would never let me live that shit down.

Leaning forward, I nip her again and wetness floods my face again. “That’s my good girl. When you’re ready, you may.”

I bury my face in her pussy again, letting go of one thigh to shove three fingers inside of her roughly. She squeezes them like a vice, riding on my digits and my tongue until her hips jerk hard. I feel her orgasm as it hits her and continue working her until her panting breaths get slower. When the shaking stops, I slide out from under her and roll to my feet.

Dolly is vision as she leans over the bench, head pressed to the wood and her ass in the air, thighs slick with juices. She’s not even naked, but I can barely control myself as I straddle the bench and yank her hips towards me. Leaning over her back, I rumble in her ear. “Hold on tight.”

That’s all the warning she gets before I drive my cock into her and my fucking eyes roll back in my head. My fingers dig into her hips hard, likely bruising them as I fuck her hard, brutal, and fast. I’ve been waiting so damn long to do this and I haven’t done it with anyone I gave a shit about in even longer. But the tiger inside of me is starving for her and I can only do so much to hold back.

As if he heard me, my skin ripples and claws escape. My eyes widen but my Princess arches her back and slams back into my thrusts when they slice into her. The primal part of me lifts his head to roar, and it rumbles out of me, rattling the surrounding lockers. Nose twitching with the scent of fucking and blood, my tiger is straining my ability to stay completely human and I’ve never felt this way before. I don’t know if I can keep this up much longer.

Dolly lifts her head, looking over her shoulder at me with a feral expression as she squeezes my cock inside. Her brow arches over deep crimson orbs as she rasps, “Here, kitty, kitty.”

Mother. Fucker.

My hand slips to her clit, rubbing it as my hips snap and I feel the inevitable taking over. Fangs burst from my mouth and my cock swells as our bodies slap together loudly. I blanket myself over her back, grinding into her and waiting until her walls flutter around me. I lift my head, scenting the air again as her climax crests and my dick buries in her as deeply as possible. The swelling continues as the barbs we learned about last year latch on and she thumps her head on the wood when another orgasm rolls through her. That’s when the urge grabs me by the throat and won’t let go.

Bite. Mate. Mine.

I grind my back teeth, pushing at my tiger hard to keep him from taking over. It’s not time yet, and she’s not ready. Plus, she hasn’t fucked the dragon yet and it wouldn’t be fair. My claw tips dig into her hip deeper as I fight the beast inside of me, roaring for what he considers his right. The struggle helps my dick calm and with a relieved breath, I feel the hooks release to allow me to pull out of her. I swallow hard as cum leaks down her leg and it riles my inner pred up again.

“Felix?” Dolly rises, ignoring the mingled juices as she walks over to the bin and gets two towels. When she returns, I grab her and pull her close, inhaling the honeysuckle smell mixed with sex. She lets me steal the towel so I can clean her up while she threads her fingers in my hair. “What’s wrong?”

I lift my head after I get her sorted. My lips curve in a rueful smile. “The tiger enjoyed your insubordination a little too much.”

She frowns, then suddenly she gets it and her cheeks flame. “Oh. Well, I wouldn’t have minded. I like teeth.”

That makes his ire flare at me, and I groan while I wipe myself down. “Fuck, Princess. You’ll get him started again.”

“Not really a problem for me,” she replies as she bends to zip up her weirdo pants and then her boots. “But it would keep us from blowing this joint to get some food and I’m literally ready to eat a water buffalo.”

Hell yeah, that’s my girl.

“Give me a minute to dress and we’ll do just that. Do you want to eat out or bring it home?” I don’t tell her about the tiger’s demand to mate her. I need to talk to the guys and we have to get all our animals to agree on it before we bring it up with her. No fucking way am I letting a five-way asshole pred fight hurt her feelings or fuck up our family.

“I thought you already did that…eat out, I mean.” Her playful wink makes my cock stir again, and I blink before I laugh.

“And I’ll do it again, after we get some food in you, Princess. Have to keep your energy up so you’re ready for tomorrow.” I wink back, tugging on my clothes from earlier.

Once I’m dressed, I look at her freshly fucked hair and face, brushing a few errant strands aside but not fixing it entirely. This, too, is a look I’m hoping the cameras capture.

After all, the Queen to Felix Khan’s kingdom should look like she’s been satisfied.

The Greatest Show

Delores

Waking up this morning was a trial. I was sore and covered in random marks that stung under the spray of the hot shower. Felix was gone, but a lone rose was in his place—le fucking swoon. I threw on one of the big shirts in my basket, grinning when the smell was Aubrey. I haven’t taken the laundry out to the hall for pick up yet and most nights, some combo of my guys sack out with me.

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