Page 46 of Countdown to Murder
I hadn’t planned on her trying to go down on me. I’d meant to talk to her about fangs and venom and how much control she had, but I hadn’t, and now I had a king cobra shifter with her mouth around my dick, but if I went soft I’d have to admit I was scared.
As soon as the thought went through my head, I was okay. I wasn’t afraid of Mira. She wouldn’t hurt me. She licked and sucked for several minutes, and I enjoyed it while staying keyed into her. The second I realized she wasn’t sure what else to do, I lifted her to me, kissed along her jawline, rolled us over so she was on her back, and kissed my way down to her nipple.
I sucked and nibbled, careful not to hurt her, but she squirmed and wiggled, and the lion in me needed to hold her still. I grabbed her hair, held her head at the angle I wanted it, and I kissed her while I held her head. My body thrummed with need. I let go of her hair and worked my way down her body. By the time I reached her beautiful pussy, she opened for me — wet and needy. When I finally lifted my head, she took in a long, shuddering breath and reached to pull me back.
But the lion needed her to lie there and let us work, so I stroked her outer pussy lips, then between her lips, and slid a finger inside her. Tight. Hot. Wet. My dick pulsed and jerked, but I had to get her ready.
Mira’s body arched and a choked scream came out. She planted her feet and shoved her pussy up, fucking my finger since I apparently wasn’t going fast enough for her.
Another finger, and another, and her eyes opened, alert. Her body moved and undulated, unrestrained, with none of the caution she’d displayed earlier. Her fingers stroked my chest. My shoulders. She let herself be vulnerable. Let me see her need, her emotions, and I knew I couldn’t keep her on edge like this for long. It had to be now, whether I was ready to do it or not.
Shewas ready.
I lined up and realized we hadn’t talked about condoms. Theoretically, I couldn’t get her pregnant. Mammals and reptiles rarely produce offspring, but that might not be the case with a descendant of Echidna. The sphinx may very well have been the product of Echidna having sex with a lion, and who knows who Cerberus’s father was.Is.
I’d put the condoms in the top drawer of the side table when I’d unpacked, so I leaned over, opened the drawer, and pulled one out. Mira opened her mouth to say something, and I shook my head. “If it can wait, let it. You’re ready. I’m ready. We can stop everything and talkif it’s important, but if it isn’t...” I had the condom on by this time, and I put it back to her entrance and gave her a few seconds to decide whether she needed to tell me something.
Her gaze locked on mine. No words. I pressed until the head was in and stopped.
“Mine, Mira. If we do this, it means we both agree you’re mine and I’m yours.”
A brief nod, and that was all I needed — one final agreement that we both wanted this, and we both knew where we were headed.
My hips wanted to plunge in all at once, but my brain told me that would be bad. The lion seemed to be in agreement with my hips. I fought for control, slid in a tiny bit more, and she gave a keening moan, as if she wanted me to just get it over with as well.
“Gentle, or all at once?”
“Gentle seems cruel.” The words were silent, with no air behind them because she was holding her breath, and yet, I understood.
I still didn’t feel good about slamming in all at once, so I set my intentions for halfway in, and I finally allowed my hips to hammer towards her, but I didn’t account for how tight she was, and I barely went in an inch.
I ran my hand up her ripped abs and caressed her small breast, kneading and molding it, rougher than I’d been with her yet, but it seemed to drive her higher.
My hand slid back down her body, those long, lean muscles. Ribs. Abs. Hip bone. Back up, and I kissed the spot under her ear.
“Please!” It came out as a gasp, and my protective instincts were at odds with the savage beast that needed to take her as badly as she seemed to need to be taken.
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Mira
If he didn’t stop trying to be gentle with the poor little virgin, I was going to flip us over and force myself down onto him.
A savage wildness flowed through my veins, and I needed him to take me and make me his in the worst way. I couldn’t form words or sentences, but I finally managed to get out, “Won’t. Break.”
He shuddered over me as if I released some primal beast he’d been holding inside, and he pulled himself nearly all the way out and then slammed into me. Once. Twice. Three times. With each shove he went an inch deeper. And then two inches deeper. I have no idea how many times it took until his body was touching mine and he was all the way inside me. My legs seemed to know what to do, and they wrapped around him. I focused on wiggling my toes because I realized my legs wanted to do what they couldn’t when Mordecai told me to — my legswanted to turn to snakes and trap him to us, force him to fuck us hard and fast whether he wanted to or not.
He froze. “Are you okay?”
I clenched my jaw but managed to get a whole sentence out. “If you don’t fuck me, I’m going to take charge and fuck you.”
That seemed to be all he needed to know, because he moved so fast, my eyes couldn’t keep up. The sensations were magnificent — his dick spreading me wide, piercing me deep, and moving so damned fast, creating heat where it had already been hot. Panda was magnificent, and for the first time, I saw the hard edges of him — the tendons of his throat, his ribs, his arms. Muscles working in concert above me, taking me, making us one when we’d been two before. No, we werefour, not two. Man, woman, lion, snake.
And then my thoughts were gone. There was only our slick bodies moving against each other. My hands on his shoulders, my legs wrapped around him, pulling him towards me. It was like a storm on the beach, sudden and intense, thunder and lightning, rain and wind, waves crashing against the cliff.
The orgasm came at me from out of the blue, a tornado whipping in and taking control, uprooting everything and destroying the walls that’d kept me safe from my emotions. Tears flowed not because I was happy or sad, but because I couldn’t contain everything.
I was raw, inside and out, and I needed his dick to keep moving, to keep stirring everything up so I could know what was there, what was hidden.
