Feral Sins
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“You were awesome on that thing,” Dante told her as she past. Ryan grunted his agreement.
“You can ride me like that anytime,” Trey whispered into her ear when she was back at his side.
She laughed and gave him a mysterious smile, gladly letting him enfold her with his arms. “How’s the birthday boy?”
He smirked, cupping her ass. “Hard as a rock imagining all the things I’m going to do to you later.”
Watching as his smirk turned mischievous, she narrowed her eyes. “And what would those things be?”
“You’ll find out tonight. You know what being my sex toy means, don’t you? It means you can’t fight me. For that entire hour, you have to do exactly as I say.”
Yes she knew that. She also knew it would absolutely kill her. “It’s my gift to you. See, birthdays can be fun.”
His smirk widened. “Oh it’ll be fun, baby, I can promise you that.” He already knew exactly what he was going to do to her and just how much she would be tempted to fight him. Hell, the evening couldn’t come soon enough.
Not liking that he was trying to make her nervous, she decided the teasing should go both ways. “Oh my God, oh my God,” she rasped into his ear. Pulling back, she smiled. “Sorry, I was just practicing.” He pinched her ass.
“So what’s next?” asked Ryan before taking a swig of his Cola.
Tao smiled. “We have to go in the Funhouse.”
So they did, and Trey could admit it was kind of fun. Then they strolled through the House of Mirrors, which he thought was the craziest and possibly also the dumbest thing ever. But he was too hyped up to give a shit that he had just wasted minutes out of his life looking at contortions of his own reflection – something he could do at home just by getting drunk.
Engrossed in the act of sharing cotton candy with Taryn – the worst sharer ever – and occasionally licking some from her lips, Trey hadn’t realized they were so close to the deathtrap until Dante spoke.
“Well, Trey, you up for this or what?”
Peering up, up, up and taking in all the steep drops, sharp curves and stomach churning loops, Trey shook his head hell no. It looked even more hazardous and rickety up-close. Not to mention the creaky ‘I’m going to snap any moment’ noises coming from it. “I’ll just stay here and hold the tiger and the bags.”
“Oh come on,” implored Marcus.
“Yeah,” said Taryn, “Come on.”
Trey gave her a pointed look. “You’re not going on it either.”
“You’ll love it, I promise.”
He snorted. “No, I won’t, because I’ll be dead.”
She pressed herself against him and instantly his arms went around her. “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you.”
“I’m not scared.”
“Liars go to hell, remember.”
“Baby, look at that thing. It looks like there’s only one screw holding the damn thing together.”
She tugged on his t-shirt as if it would somehow help her get through to him. “It’s supposed to look like that – dangerous, exciting, thrilling.”
“If almost dying gives you a thrill, I’ll beat you bloody and rush you to the hospital.”
Frustrated, Taryn slapped his chest. “Buck up, Trey. It’s just a ride. People go on it every day. People have been riding it tonight for hours.”
“Maybe if we were in Disneyworld then yeah, I’d feel confident that it was all put together right.”
“Big Thunder Mountain Railroad has crashed something like three times, you know,” interjected Trick, earning a scowl from Trey.
She tugged on Trey’s upper arm. “Come on, Voice of Doom and Gloom, let’s go. You’ll love it, I swear.”
No he wouldn’t love it at all and Trey was resolved that he wasn’t going on that thing. Until she tugged his head down to hers and whined, ‘Please?’ She even pouted her bottom lip. The transformation reminded him of when Puss ‘n’ Boots from the Shrek movies went from trained killer to helpless kitten. And, just for good measure, she grinded against his c*ck which was still semi-hard from having watched her on the rodeo bull. “You’re dangerous.”
Wearing a self-satisfied smile, she kissed him smack on the lips. “I knew you’d do me proud.”
“Oh I’ll do you alright. As soon as we get home.” After a twenty minute wait – which gave him plenty of time to debate his decision and work himself up even more – he was taking a seat beside Taryn and reluctantly tugging down the padded bars to fit securely against his shoulders before connecting the thin little strap from between his legs to the bars. He pulled, testing the fit. And found that there was a nice big life-threatening gap. “This is loose.”
Taryn rolled her eyes. “It’s supposed to be or you’d suffocate. Look, mine’s the same.” When his eyes widened, she realized that was probably the worst thing she could have said. “It’ll be fine.” The attendant gave the bars a pull and, satisfied, continued on to check the others. “See, fine.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“If you’ll just relax, you’ll enjoy it. Really, you don’t need to be -”
“I’m not scared,” he snapped.
“Trey, I understand that Macho Man Law means you absolutely have to deny it but -”
“Taryn, you -”
Abruptly the ride came to life. She smiled reassuringly while patting his hand. “Just relax.”
Relax? If there wasn’t so much damn noise Trey would have informed her that she was dead either way. If the ride didn’t kill her, he would just for staying on the damn thing when her tiny body could easily slip out. Okay, maybe it couldn’t easily slip out, but stranger things had happened. Like the fact that he was even on this ride at all.
Trey glanced at Taryn to find that, like the rest of the pack who were all paired up in the rows in front of them, she had her hands in the air as they slowly chugged up the steep hill. She was even glancing down at the view below and then admiring the stars as if she was just on a bus or something. Trey didn’t do either. When he wasn’t checking on Taryn he was keeping his gaze focused straight ahead.
“Did you ever see Final Destination 3?” Taryn asked wearing a teasing smile.
Trey didn’t find it funny. “You’re a bitch.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“It is, and I’ll be spanking your ass for it later.”
“Promise?”
Growling, he focused his gaze on the seats ahead of him. He wasn’t sure whether it was a good thing or a bad thing when they finally reached the peak. The silence that suddenly hung over them as they paused there didn’t help his nerves at all. And then they were falling. No, they were plummeting toward the ground and the cool night air was rushing up, stealing his breath. At the last moment they sharply swerved and then they were caught up in a series of twists, turns, loops and bumps and they were being jerked, shoved, squashed and jostled. Then, just as quickly as it had begun, it was over.
Taryn laughed and clapped along with the others and then turned to Trey. He was, well, white. At least he wasn’t green. He looked at her then and although his scowl was there his eyes were alight with the same light-heartedness she had seen whenever they played in the forest. “See, I told you that you’d love it.”
“I’m still going to spank your ass.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
The little witch was stalling. Trey smiled to himself. Fifteen minutes ago she had told him to get na**d on the bed and wait for her, and then she had disappeared into the bathroom. Well he was na**d, and he was waiting, and he was so hard it hurt – he had been since the moment she told him she had a kinky piece of lingerie from Victoria’s Secret. The only time his c*ck had given him a brief reprieve was when he went on that damn deathtrap. Now it was time for her to live up to her end of the bargain, and he had a feeling his mate was regretting having made it in the first place.
He could feel that she was nervous. She should be – he had plenty in mind for her tonight. Now he would introduce her to his ideas of fun. Or, at least, he would if she would just come out of the damn bathroom. “Ready yet, baby?”
“Almost,” she replied from behind the door.
Smiling, he asked, “You’re not thinking of backing out of our deal, are you?”
“Of course not,” she snapped.
“Then get your ass in here.” After a good thirty seconds the lock clicked open and she stepped into the room. His jaw hit the floor. “Holy shit.” Her gorgeous br**sts were spilling out of satin cups that were held in place by spaghetti straps and had a loose fitting skirt that fell to her upper thigh, barely hiding the matching lacy black thong. Even better, the skirt split down the center, flashing him a strip of the velvety skin of her stomach. His wolf growled, wanting Trey to place her on her hands and knees and then f**k her until neither of them could move.
He sat up and moved to the edge of the bed. His voice was taut with lust. “Come here.” When she hesitated, he arched a brow and said sternly, “You’re my toy for the next hour, remember. You have to do as I say.”
Damn caveman bastard. Anticipation, excitement, curiosity, and nervousness raged through Taryn as she went to stand between his legs. For a long moment he didn’t touch her, just caressed her entire body from head to toe with his gaze. The hunger in his eyes sent a bolt of heat through her. As if she wasn’t hot enough just looking at him sitting there in his birthday suit! God the man had one hell of a body. He was all muscle and power with a raw sexuality emitting from him that captivated her wolf. Oh yeah it was a body that promised gratification – something he had already delivered plenty of times.
“Mine. All mine.” His expression dared her to deny it, but she didn’t. He wondered just how long the good behavior would last. “Hands behind your back.” To his surprise, she immediately obeyed. “Very good. Keep them there.” He slid his hands through the split in the skirt and shaped her waist, enjoying the feel of her soft skin beneath his fingers. Snaking his hands further around, he dipped them to cup her ass while licking along the swell of her br**sts. He loved her ass – it was firm and pert and fit just right in his hands, much like the br**sts he was staring at. “I think I’d like better access to these.” He slipped his hands into the satin cups and scooped out her br**sts. Perfect.
A moan slipped out of Taryn as he curled his tongue around one of her ni**les. He sucked, bit, licked and grazed it with his teeth before moving on to the other. Goosebumps broke over her skin when he pulled back and blew on both wet buds until they tightened painfully. Needing his mouth on them again to take away the ache, she swayed forward slightly and arched into him. The piece of shit spanked her ass instead.
“Spread your legs a little for me. Good girl.” Without any preamble he slipped a finger inside her and groaned when her muscles gripped it tight and moisture greeted it. He slowly thrust his finger in and out of her, watching her face the entire time and the range of responses that played across it – pleasure, need, frustration, restlessness. “Do you like that?” He frowned at her nod. “Give me the words, baby.”
“Yes I like it.”
“Good girl.” Rewardingly, he drew a nipple into his mouth while circling her cl*t with the thumb of the hand that was finger-fucking her. Then he inserted another finger and gave her more of those lazy thrusts that never failed to drive her crazy – and that was the whole idea. He needed that nervous tension gone from her body, needed her mindless and so driven by the need to come that she wouldn’t balk at those desires she pretended she didn’t have. So he continued with the leisurely thrusts, occasionally curving to find her sweet spot but then slowing almost to a halt whenever she came close to cl**axing.
Motherfucking son of a goddamn cock-sucking bitch! For the eighth time now he had refused to let her come. Taryn considered breaking his nose…but that would mean she would need to take the time to heal him and it would only prolong things. As he well knew, she wasn’t much into soft, slow and savouring every minute. Right now, all she wanted was her mate to f**k her senseless. Was that really too much to ask? At this point she was shaking with want and frustration, and the word ‘please’ was actually on the edge of her tongue. Hell if she would say it though.
She gasped as he latched onto her nipple again, sucking hard and sending a zing of bliss to her clit. She didn’t realize she’d moved her hands and threaded them through his hair until he pulled back and gave her a warning look. Growling her annoyance, she clasped her hands behind her. She almost sobbed when, for the ninth time, he brought her to the edge but didn’t allow her to topple over. It was official – he was evil.
“Would you like to know what’s going to happen next, baby? Some of the pack are coming in. They’ll be here any minute now.” Just as he’d expected, she froze. He gave her a particularly hard thrust with his fingers and pressed his thumb down on her clit, wrenching a moan from her. “None of them are going to f**k you. I can’t have that. But they are going to watch, and they are going to touch you. They’re going to watch me take you and wish it was them f**king you, but they’ll know they can’t have you like that because you’re mine.”
Oh the devious bastard. He’d purposely set out to get her into a desperate, mindless state where she wouldn’t care about anything other than him letting her come – and it had worked! She was going to kill him, really, she was. Tomorrow. After he’d made her come half a dozen times. Then she’d kill him.