Imani felt a surge of desire between her thighs. Her first instinct was to give him what he wanted—what they both wanted—at once. But then she decided she wanted to play a little first—to tease her new mate.
“Oh, you mean this pussy?” she murmured, raising up so that he could see the naughty little crotchless panties. “But I’m afraid I’m awfully wet.”
Reaching down, she parted her pussy lips—which were clearly outlined by the green lace of the panties—and showed J’are her glistening inner folds.
“Gods!” It was a low groan, drawn from his lips. “Gods, baby—so wet and hot! I want to taste you so damn much.”
Imani thought of the way he’d tasted her when he was giving her a massage—the hot way his tongue had gone to work on her sensitive clit. Then, she had been the one lying on the table while he had the upper hand. But now she was in control and J’are was the one chained down.
The thought made her hotter than ever, somehow—was she getting off on handcuffing him to the bed? Maybe there was more of the Yonnie Six Mistress in her than she knew!
The thought made her smile. Inching forward, she pressed her pussy to his mouth and murmured,
“Here you go, baby. You can give me a kiss if you want to—but just a kiss—all right?”
“Just a kiss,” J’are agreed hoarsely. And then he was pressing his lips to her pussy in a hot, open-mouthed kiss that nearly took Imani’s breath away.
She moaned breathlessly and gripped the headboard as he nuzzled deeper, sucking her aching clit between his lips and circling it with the tip of his tongue.
“Oh! Oh, J’are!” she moaned as she pressed even closer, riding his tongue shamelessly as she took pleasure from her mate. “You know you were only supposed to give me a kiss! Not lap me with your tongue and taste me like that.”
“Can’t help myself, baby.” He pulled back for a second, panting. “You taste so fucking good—need to lap your sweet pussy and get all your honey.”
Then he dove in again, swirling his tongue around and around her throbbing clit until Imani threw back her head and cried out with pleasure.
“Oh, God, J’are— feels so damn good!”
The big Nightwalker’s hands were clenched into fists. It was clear he was dying to break free and grip her hips so he could control the tasting more himself. But though he strained against them, the plastisteel cuffs held—barely. Were the chains bending a bit? Imani didn’t know and at this point, she didn’t care.
Right now, she was enjoying being in charge. She never would have dreamed she might like this kind of thing, but she really did enjoy pulling back from his seeking mouth to tease him and then pressing close again to let his long, hot tongue invade her and slip deep into her channel.
When she finally pulled away completely, she was panting with need and J’are wasn’t in much better shape.
His shaft was thick and hard, pressing against the thin material of his sleep trousers and his mouth and chin were shiny from her juices. A deep growl of desire was rising in his throat as he looked up at her.
Imani had the idea that he was very close to going feral—but she wasn’t afraid. In fact, part of her wanted to push him over the edge—to see if the plastisteel cuffs could still hold him in his other mental state.
What’s wrong with you? she scolded herself. You shouldn’t want that—shouldn’t want him to lose control. It’s better this way with him chained down—safer for everyone involved.
But at the moment she didn’t want to be safe—she wanted to be wild.
“Why did you pull away?” J’are growled hoarsely, looking at her. “I wanted to feel you coming on my tongue—wanted to taste your juices as you came for me, baby. Why did you stop before you finished?”
“Maybe because I wanted to finish another way.” Scooting down his big body, Imani ran a hand over his straining shaft.
J’are groaned and bucked his hips up to meet her light touch.
“Gods, that feels so damn good! But I don’t…don’t know if we should. I can feel my feral side getting really close to coming out,” he panted.
“I don’t care about that.” Imani looked at him. “I’m not afraid of you, J’are—it doesn’t matter if you’re in your feral or your thinking mind. I just want you inside me.”
“Take me then,” he growled, his eyes flashing. “Fuck me, baby. You’re in charge—do what you want with me.”
His hot words excited Imani even more. Again she couldn’t believe her own boldness as she pulled down his trousers, allowing his thick shaft to spring free.
He was right—she was in charge and damn did it feel fine!
She stroked his shaft gently from root to tip, enjoying the feel of velvet over steel as he pulsed in her hand. God, he was so big. How had all that fit inside her on their bonding night?
Imani had heard that some kinds of Kindred had compounds in their precum that helped a female open for them. Maybe J’are had the same kind of thing—it was the only explanation she could think of.
Only right now, she didn’t want to think—she wanted to act.
Straddling his lean hips, she positioned her pussy right above the broad, flaring head of his cock. Sinking down a little, she let J’are watch as she rubbed him against her. She loved the contrast of his tan skin against her slippery dark folds, loved the hot way it looked when she slid against him and pressed him just a little way inside her.
“Gods, baby—this is almost too much.” J’are’s deep voice was hoarse with emotion. “Maybe you’d better stop now,” he begged. “I feel…feel closer than ever to going feral.”
“I told you, I’m not afraid,” Imani said. And taking him more firmly in hand,
