Page 18 of Cheshire's Smile
“Fuck, love. You’re squeezing me so tight. It’s been so long. I don’t know if I’m going to last.” His eyes dipped to my chest, where my breasts bounced. His thumb reached between us and pressed on my clit right before he bent over and pierced the flesh of my left breast with his fangs.
The scream that came from me burned my throat. My legs trembled, and I couldn’t breathe through the pain and pleasure that sent me careening over the edge. After a moment, Cheshire released my breasts and roared, hot cum filling me before dripping down my backside.
“Yes, love. Take all of me,” Cheshire rumbled low, a satisfied smirk on his lips. “I knew you would ruin me for anyone else.”
I hummed and wiggled beneath him. The movement brushed against my sensitive areas, making me moan. “What about Hatter?”
Cheshire cupped my chin and leaned forward, pressing deeper inside me, his length barely softening inside of me before he was hard once more. “Who said he isn’t the one who fucks me?”
I groaned at the imagery. “I’d like to see that.”
“Would you now?” Cheshire purred, rocking his hips gently so he slid in and out of his own mess. “Or maybe you’d like me inside you while Hatter takes me?”
I clenched around him, a whimper escaping my lips.
“You’re squeezing me so tight,” he gasped, smiling down at me. “I think you like that idea.” His thrusts became a bit longer and harder, hitting me deep inside. “Or maybe you want us to take both of your holes at the same time. Would you like that, precious?” His nose brushed against mine before he sucked on my bottom lip. “Want me to take your pussy while our Hattertakes your gorgeous ass?” He cupped my bottom, the pad of his thumb pressing at my back hole.
“Fuck,” I gasped, my eyes squeezing shut. “Yes.”
“Oh yes, our girl likes that idea. Come for me again and, when we find Hatter, I’ll make sure you get it.”
Just the thought of them both taking me at once sent me over the edge once more. Cheshire’s mouth pressed to mine, smothering any sound that came out of me. His body tensed against mine, and his fangs nicked my tongue.
Cheshire grunted and sucked on my tongue, his hips jerking a few times inside of me before he released me with a groan.
“That was...” I panted, stroking my hands down his shoulders and biceps.
“I know, precious.” Cheshire traced my lips with his own. “I know.”
I ached deliciously in all the best places. The only thing that could have made this better was if Hatter was there with us now. The twins could watch since they were mad at me. If only we could find them, then everything would be perfect.
“Did you seriously have sex in my bed?” Tick’s voice interrupted this moment of bliss. “Without me?”
Chapter 8
Cheshire covered my body with a snarl, his body rippling as he shifted form. In a moment, a large purple and black striped tiger crouched over me.
Tick stumbled back, a look of pure terror on his face. “Hey, now. It didn’t expect you two to still be here, let alone...” He gestured at my naked form, causing Cheshire to let out a warning growl. “I should be the one angry here. You defiled my bed.”
I snorted as I grabbed my dress to cover myself. “Like there was much to defile.” I pushed at Cheshire’s large body until he slinked off the bed, covering me until I dragged my dress over my head. I patted him on the head and stood.
“You’re the one who took off. Didn’t I tell you no tricks?”
Tick shrugged, his tails whipping behind him, not a hint of contrition on his face. “What can I say? It’s in my nature.”
I rolled my eyes and laced up my corset, huffing when I tangled the knots. “A little assistance here?”
Cheshire’s fur rippled, and then the gorgeous fae was standing over me in all his naked glory. The sight made my breath catch and my blood heat once more. Cheshire smirked, his fingers quickly untangling my laces.
“Like he’s so impressive,” Tick scoffed. “I would have given you pleasure like you’d never known, and you pick this big pussy cat?”
Cheshire shot across the room, his hand around Tick’s throat as he lifted him off the ground. “I will rip your tongue from your mouth, fox.”
“You’re far too touchy for someone who just got laid.” Tick laughed until Cheshire tightened his grip on his throat, making his eyes bulge. “Bitch,” he croaked out.
“What was that, fox?” Cheshire brought Tick close to his face, baring his fangs. He loosened his grip.
Tick’s legs kicked the air, his hands grabbing at Cheshire’s hands. “Are you really going to kill me over some fake fae bitch?”
