Page 156 of Evil Hearts

“Please, Bryce… Please,” she begs.

Fia, my Fia, is begging for me.

“Soon, my beautiful gift,” I say after I swipe my tongue between her folds again.

“I want your cock. I can take it,” she argues, voice almost a whine.

“Not yet!” I say, thwacking her sensitive nub with the flat of my tongue, probably harder than I should. To my surprise, my sweet, soft little mate moans and arches back.

“Again! Hard like that,” she pleads.

I replace my tongue with my hand, hard palm against her bead, rubbing in circles as I watch her walls spasm. “Come for me,” I beg. “Come while I watch your pretty pussy practice for my big cock.”

The mixture of words and the hard circles on her clit break the last dam, and her warm juice floods my palm, so wet that I see drops fly as I rub her hard, hoping to push her to the brink of a second orgasm.

Fia flops forward, shaking and sighing.

Was I too hard?You got carried away!“Fia? I’m sorry. Was that too hard?” I whisper, curling up beside her, cupping her face in my hand.

“Just hard enough,” she reassures, flushed, sweating face pressing close to mine. She wraps her arms around me and pullsme in for a kiss, her tongue swirling with mine. I hear her moan, and her delicious scent gets heavier. My love likes tasting herself on my tongue. My love is a little bit wild and savage—just like me.

“Do you have lube?” she whispers, snuggling to my chest.

I wince. “No. I… I never planned on needing it,” I confess. “I always believed I would never find a mate.” I nuzzle the top of her head, kissing her dark curls, “Probably because I knew I’d already lost my heart to Miss Valentine.”It’s a miracle she’s in my arms. I hope she knows I’m serious about not letting her go…

Fia hums softly under her breath and then begins to worm her way down my body, hands massaging. I can’t get over the fact that she seems as enthralled with my giant, fur-covered form as I am with her small, nearly hairless one. The silky skin of her bare thigh rubs pointedly against my erection—which is a mistake, seeing as the slightest pressure might make me explode. Her hand follows the path, slowly wrapping around me, even though there’s a fraction of space left that prevents her fingers from touching.

“So big. And so slippery. I think this might work instead of lube. Even if it doesn’t, I’m willing to take a chance.” Fia lifts her fingers high, spreading them apart and showing strings of my thick, viscous arousal spiderwebbing between them.

I roll to my hands and knees for the second time, pussy still throbbing and tingling from the double whammy of an orgasm Bryce already delivered, body tense and excited as I feel him kneeling behind me. Him being on top is something we’re going to have to work up to.

When I spread my legs wider, notching myself backwards until I can feel his cock resting between my cheeks, I’m startled at theamount of wetness that suddenly coats me. When Bryce strokes my pouting lips with his hand, I hear an audible plop of liquid into his palm. “Was that you or me?” I ask, my inhibitions on hiatus with this lover.

“You—but only because my fur is absorbing the river you cause to flow from me,” he chuckles.

I sigh and jiggle my cheeks against him, listening to his growling moan of longing with temptress satisfaction. “I was thinking about you all day. I was planning to get my biggest toy and play with myself while wishing it was you.”

“How big are these toys?” Bryce asks, leaning down to kiss a trail across my spine.

“Not as big as you, that’s for damn sure—but one of them is a big hefty. I ordered the wrong size—or maybe I didn’t. Maybe I ordered the perfect size to work up to you,” I chuckle.

As we move together, his cock pressing against my folds without going in, just rocking together to spread our soaking wetness around, my lust-drenched brain starts to think about the path that brought us here. It’s like an ultra-sped-up video clip that plays in my head, but it makes me wonder—is he really my mate? Not just a lover, but a lifelong partner like his culture makes him believe?

He plays hockey. I love sports photography.

He loves sports. He had the old magazines and calendar I was in.

Through that, he followed my career and started to support it.

I treasured the words of the stranger who would always praise me, even when the people in my “real life” dismissed my dreams.

My best friend asking me to cover this random event because of her sick kids.

Sam Grendel joining the team only recently, and Bryce being next in line.

The confrontation, the knock at my door, the wrong toy…

He finally pushes into me, and I gasp and dig my fingers into the mattress at the stretch, a painful push that wedges him tight in my opening and makes tears spring to my eyes as I consider asking him to retreat. Before I can, it’s like there is a chemical reaction between my arousal and his, relaxing my muscles and sending him sliding forward, filling me so hard and deep that my whole body shudders and settles.

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