Half a Dose of Fury by Zenina Masters Read Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Zenina Masters
the first twinges of her impending orgasm, she whimpered, and the sound shocked her. He ignored her and continued to play her body like an instrument he was interested in mastering.
She whimpered again, and her thighs tensed against the pressure of his hand. She clamped her knees together and shook violently as her orgasm caught her in its jaws. Yval inhaled and exhaled through gritted teeth as he continued to move his hand slowly on her, drawing out every shiver and twitch of her release.
When she slumped flat to the sheets, she looked at him through narrowed eyes. Her voice was husky when she said, “I thought that sex was a joint effort, not just a spectator sport.”
He kissed her softly, “I am not in a hurry. We have all night, all day, as long as we need.”
The shiver that went through her had nothing to do with her body cooling off and everything to do with the promise in his tone and the slow motion of his hand between her thighs.
She wanted to straddle him and grab his cock, sliding that hard length into her and ride him until he was as lost in the moment as she had been, but all she could do was twist as he started to arouse her all over again.
Yval tried to focus on the fun aspect of being vulnerable. She never knew where he was going to touch her, and it added to her excitement.
The sparks between them grew when he parted her thighs with his and slid two fingers into her with slow movements until her hips took up gyrating against his hand.
Yval bit her lip when he finally shifted to put himself between her thighs. As he slid into her, she bucked. It was like fucking with pop rocks inside her. Her body rocked and twitched as he began to thrust, each deep contact sent sparks through her from the inside out.
He leaned over her, braced on his forearms as he pulsed into her with small movements of his hips. She gasped and locked her legs around him, pulling him to her and trying to take him deeper.
He groaned and muttered something in a language she didn’t understand. He thrust deeper, faster, pounding into her until the light coming from their bodies was flickering with the demented look of a disco dance floor.
Yval pulled at her wrists, and her breasts grazed his chest. She tuned out her own voice and its breathless moans, focusing on the rush of energy under her skin.
She looked into his eyes, and Drorik’s irises swirled with the same sparking that must be marking hers. Fire began to run along her skin, and the waves cascaded from her flesh to his and back again.
When they both blazed bright, Yval shifted her hands, cut the leather and wrapped her arms around his back, carefully clutching him and pulling him into her as hard as she could. Three hard slams and she screamed in relief. He shouted and held himself inside her as their bodies fought the opposing charges of their magic.
Bursts of power clashed and balls of energy flew from them to ricochet around the room. Yval held still and closed her eyes as her channel clasped him and her body gripped him tight.
He rolled to the side and onto his back, holding her with an arm around her hips.
She listened to the thudding of his heartbeat as it slowed to a normal pattern. It took a while and she enjoyed every moment that she spent with her mate.
After twenty minutes of cuddling, she felt a familiar rippling of her spine, and she moved off him quickly, heading for the open space in the centre of the room.
“Oh dear.” She looked at him helplessly as her body shifted, shrank and turned into her beast without any additional warning.
Her beast looked around her and sniffed its way through the room, examining his jeans intently, learning the more intimate scents that her human was a little shy of memorizing. Her devil had no false shyness. It wanted to know its mate at all times, and it was a very reliable scent.
“Yval, are you all right?”
She growled, squawked and snuffled, giving him only a cursory glance. She waddled toward the french
She whimpered again, and her thighs tensed against the pressure of his hand. She clamped her knees together and shook violently as her orgasm caught her in its jaws. Yval inhaled and exhaled through gritted teeth as he continued to move his hand slowly on her, drawing out every shiver and twitch of her release.
When she slumped flat to the sheets, she looked at him through narrowed eyes. Her voice was husky when she said, “I thought that sex was a joint effort, not just a spectator sport.”
He kissed her softly, “I am not in a hurry. We have all night, all day, as long as we need.”
The shiver that went through her had nothing to do with her body cooling off and everything to do with the promise in his tone and the slow motion of his hand between her thighs.
She wanted to straddle him and grab his cock, sliding that hard length into her and ride him until he was as lost in the moment as she had been, but all she could do was twist as he started to arouse her all over again.
Yval tried to focus on the fun aspect of being vulnerable. She never knew where he was going to touch her, and it added to her excitement.
The sparks between them grew when he parted her thighs with his and slid two fingers into her with slow movements until her hips took up gyrating against his hand.
Yval bit her lip when he finally shifted to put himself between her thighs. As he slid into her, she bucked. It was like fucking with pop rocks inside her. Her body rocked and twitched as he began to thrust, each deep contact sent sparks through her from the inside out.
He leaned over her, braced on his forearms as he pulsed into her with small movements of his hips. She gasped and locked her legs around him, pulling him to her and trying to take him deeper.
He groaned and muttered something in a language she didn’t understand. He thrust deeper, faster, pounding into her until the light coming from their bodies was flickering with the demented look of a disco dance floor.
Yval pulled at her wrists, and her breasts grazed his chest. She tuned out her own voice and its breathless moans, focusing on the rush of energy under her skin.
She looked into his eyes, and Drorik’s irises swirled with the same sparking that must be marking hers. Fire began to run along her skin, and the waves cascaded from her flesh to his and back again.
When they both blazed bright, Yval shifted her hands, cut the leather and wrapped her arms around his back, carefully clutching him and pulling him into her as hard as she could. Three hard slams and she screamed in relief. He shouted and held himself inside her as their bodies fought the opposing charges of their magic.
Bursts of power clashed and balls of energy flew from them to ricochet around the room. Yval held still and closed her eyes as her channel clasped him and her body gripped him tight.
He rolled to the side and onto his back, holding her with an arm around her hips.
She listened to the thudding of his heartbeat as it slowed to a normal pattern. It took a while and she enjoyed every moment that she spent with her mate.
After twenty minutes of cuddling, she felt a familiar rippling of her spine, and she moved off him quickly, heading for the open space in the centre of the room.
“Oh dear.” She looked at him helplessly as her body shifted, shrank and turned into her beast without any additional warning.
Her beast looked around her and sniffed its way through the room, examining his jeans intently, learning the more intimate scents that her human was a little shy of memorizing. Her devil had no false shyness. It wanted to know its mate at all times, and it was a very reliable scent.
“Yval, are you all right?”
She growled, squawked and snuffled, giving him only a cursory glance. She waddled toward the french
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