Big Bad Beast
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Now Dees groaning became little yelps, her hips moving against his hand, her mind completely overwhelmed by the mouth on her breast.
She was moments from coming. She knew it, he knew it. Thats why he pressed his thumb hard against her clit and made little circular motions until Dees grip on Rics shoulders nearly took flesh off.
God, she panted out, not caring she was blaspheming. God, yes! Right . . . right there . . . That orgasm ripped through her, her claws unleashing and imbedding into Rics shoulders, her body shaking with the force of it.
She kept coming, the power of it rolling through her in a nonstop wave. Yes! Okay, Dee would never say she actually blacked out there for a minute, but she would say that maybe she had a few seconds of . . . um . . . severe lack of consciousness?
Claws tearing into his shoulders had never felt so good before.
Dees body went slack in his arms, her claws sliding out of his skin. Ric lifted his head, releasing her nipple as he did, watching her eyes flutter open. She looked around the bathroom until her gaze slowly settled on his.
Ric smiled, feeling a tremendous moment of connection. A moment that Dee didnt seem to appreciate very much as her hand wrapped around his throat and cut off his ability to breathe. She pulled him up until they were eye to eye.
You really think youre cute, dont you?
He tried to tell her that yes, he did think he was quite cute. Adorable, even! But she was gripping his throat in such a way as to ensure maximum loss of breathing, swallowing, and speaking. It was a technique taught at the Group but Dee had come in with the skill already learned.
Her muscles bunching and tensing, Dee shoved Ric into the wall. His back slammed hard, but he kept his head from hitting anything that would cause permanent damage or coma. He coughed and rubbed his throat, bending over a little at the waist.
Now that he could speak, he said, Youre being unreason She stood in front of him now completely naked, the rest of her clothes pulled off and kicked all around his bathroom.
Do you really think you can handle me? she demanded, grabbing a fistful of his T-shirt and twisting. Are you so sure you wanna try?
Did it make him weird that he was quite sure? That he had no doubts? Even with her looking like she was about to snap his neck and then dismember his body in the running shower where she wouldnt have to worry about all the blood?
Give me your best shot, he heard himself say, and he briefly wondered when hed lost his ability to reason. Especially when he was always so reasonable. Or perhaps hed lost his will to live. Had he begun to think that living was overrated? Maybe. On a bad day.
The truth was, however, he knew he couldnt back down now, nor did he want to. The idea was to lure Dee-AnnSmith with the chase, then go toe-to-toe with her.
Just look at the brave little rich boy, she murmured.
Well, I do have excellent medical care and doctors willing to make house calls so I can afford to be brave.
Thats good, she said, unleashing her claws. Cause by the time Im done, Im guessin youll need all that.
Dee shredded Van Holtzs T-shirt until she had nothing between her and all that hard, muscled flesh. He didnt have many scars on his chest. Barely any. All his scars were on his hands from years of working in one of the many Van Holtz kitchens and training since he could breathe on how to use those fancy knives to cut up animals into pretty little pieces.
And, honestly, Dee kind of liked that lack of imperfection. She liked how smooth his hard body was. A very nice counterpoint to her own. To all the scars shed picked up over the years from those trying to kill heror those whod fought back when shed tried to kill them.
She placed her hands flat on his chest, right at the center, his heartbeat strong and healthy beneath her fingers.
Lord, shed have to be careful with this one. Because she could get used to all this. The nice bathroom. This amazing body at her disposal. The way he smiled when he looked at her. It was such a sweet smile, like she delighted him somehow.
Dee leaned in and pressed her mouth against his throat while she lightly dragged claws across his chest. Van Holtz groaned, his hands reaching for her. She tongued her way up his throat, pressing her breasts into his chest, her hands gripping his shoulders.
I want you, she told him plain. Here. Now.
Laughing and groaning at the same time, he half-heartedly pointed at the shower. Its not even five feet away.
Later. Because she had to have him now.
Dee pulled at his jeans, trying to get them off, about to release her claws to do to his jeans what shed already done to his T-shirt. But Ric caught her hands with one of his own and used the other to press against her forehead.
What are you doing?
Checking for the fever. It was the way their bodies sometimes healed, but Dee knew shed already bounced back from the cut on her arm and the loss of blood. In fact, she felt great! And horny!
That little faith in yourself, Van Holtz? she had to tease.
I just wanted to be sure. I do not want any complaints in the morning.
Do I pass inspection? she asked when he pulled his hand away from her forehead.
You do. So pleasehe gestured to the lower half of his bodycontinue removing my jeans. She held her hand up, unleashed her claws.