Page 54 of Captured By the Scaled Outlaw
Before I can rebut, Lowell lunges at my chest with his mouth agape, capturing my nipple between his lips. He sucks feverishly while pinching the other between sharp claws, hollowing his cheeks rough enough to leave bruises.
Air is sucked out of my lungs, my fists clenching at the sudden wave of pleasure. My lips part each time Lowell’s razor-sharp teeth graze my flesh, the sensation raising my hips to beg for an ounce of friction. The area where my skin meets his mouth tints pink, a darker shade deepening where his fangs press harder.
At my whimper, Lowell bites down, drawing blood. Abstaining fromlicking at the wound, he kisses it sweetly instead.
I shiver when he blows cold air over the saliva-dampened skin, his hot tongues radiating heat from their proximity.
“Still not as rough as I’d like. What, are you afraid you’ll kill me?” I goad, my chest heaving up and down while my head grows hazy.
Lowell glares at me, his pupils obscuring most of his amber iris. “This isn’t for you, it’s for me, so shut up and let me enjoy it. Be patient for once,” he barks, his tone more animalistic than before. From where I lie, it’s clear that his instincts have almost fully taken him over. He’s trying desperately to claw back his sanity.
That strike to his face got him this worked up, huh?
I lift my tongue to the roof of my mouth, biting a pleased smile.
“What’s with that look?” he bellows, one side of his upper lip curling into a snarl.
I want to see him lose control.
Lunging forward to grab his lower lip between my teeth, I drag him towards me to the ground. “It doesn’t take much to get you acting like a greedy, idiotic animal,” I tease, my words muffled.
I release Lowell’s lip with apop, the muscles in his arms tensing to match the pulsing veins in his face and neck. He restrains himself by grabbing fistfuls of the blanket beneath us, tearing it with his claws.
“The only reason your mouth should be open is to scream my name,” he grunts, slightly taken aback. His voice is hoarse.
With a long, languid lick, he sloppily swipes his tongues from my collarbone to my chin. He groans and snorts loudly while he grinds into my leg, exaggerating as if to poke fun at my previous insult. He plants an open-mouthed kiss on my lips, then another on my cheek and neck.
Lowell seems more feverish than before, and the sounds of the blanket tearing between his fingers are proof of his slow and steady undoing.
He likes being teased,I muse to myself, unable to hide a smile as Lowell brushes his lips over the ticklish spot beneath my chin.
He fumbles with the buttons on my pants, large hands unable to perform the delicate movements necessary to remove the circular metal from the small hole. I hear him curse against my neck before he eventually yanks my pants beneath my butt with brute strength. A singular button pops off and lands somewhere in the tent with athunk.
A stuttered gasp catches in my throat. The light grazes of Lowell’s knuckles against my hips have me white-hot.
He grunts in frustration as he tugs at the fabric again, ripping my pants off completely with such vigor that I’m lifted off the ground. He throws my pants against the tent in anger, turning his focus to my exposed panties.
“Fuck those stupid fucking government-issue pants,” he grunts, looping his fingers around the waistband of my underwear to pull them down. I gasp at the abruptness, my bare groin suddenly exposed to the air.
I’m now completely nude under Lowell. Fully exposed without a strip of fabric for modesty. I know that trying to cover myself with my hands again is useless.
Lowell’s attention drops to the space between my legs. His tongues run over his lips, leaving behind glistening saliva.
“What a nice sight,” he says with a smirk and a chuckle.
Pressing a single finger at the top of my pussy, his drool slops onto my abdomen and hips.
“Wow. Such a needy little human, hmm? After all that slander and you’re like this,” he tuts.
Pressing down, he drags a finger through my folds, humming at the base of his throat once his claw reaches my opening.
“You’re so wet,” Lowell breathes with a crooked grin. “Are you really that eager to be fucked? You’re such a damn slut when you’re not busybeing a frigid puritan.” He pants like a dog.
I roll my eyes with a gentle pout. “You flatter me with such kind words, Lowell.” Flashing him a sultry smirk, I wag my hips from side-to-side. “I’m only eager to see if it’ll fit — as you said, ‘split me in two.’”
Lowell’s scoff is throaty. “I’ll make it fit, don’t you worry, sweetheart.”
The sound of a hastily pulled zipper fills the space around us, the palpable, steamy atmosphere so thick it could be cut. Shimmying down his pants and drawers, his cock springs out from the fabric, glistening with moisture.
