Tilly Ann.
"What's a pussy?"
I took a whiff of his scent. I felt the exact moment he tried to stop himself from laughing.
"What?" I said when he laughed out loud, the sound beautiful to hear.
"I don't have a pussycat." I told him, before I decided to ask the first question I should have asked. "Why do you want to eat a cat, Chase?"
He looked at me briefly before turning his attention to my chin, kissing me there. "Sweetheart. Winchester. Stop talking."
He kissed me until I was dizzy, until my robe was loose and his touch was everywhere—my waist, my breast, the curve of my hip. I was gasping, my head spinning.
He pulled back just an inch, a wicked smile appearing on his swollen lips.
"I'm ready for my first bite. I'm so damn hungry, baby" he murmured, his thumb tracing my lower lip.
He looked like a different person towering over me like that.
"You... you're different," I panted, trying to shove at his chest. It was like pushing a mountain.
"You are going to get loud. Soon" He dipped his head, nipping at my jaw. "Fight. It."
"Mr. Dubois?"
"Breathe" he said, his voice dropping low. "You are almost ready for me, Winchester. I can smell you." His lips were against my ear. "I can smell how much you want this. How wet you are for me. It's driving me fucking crazy."
I shook my head.
"No."
"Yes." He caught me in my lie. "I'm a fucking wolf, sweetheart. I really can smell it."
He stepped back, taking my hand. His eyes never left mine as he led me to the table by the window and sat me on the edge.
"What are you doing?"
Whatever he was up to was either going to be extremely good or extremely bad. There was no middle to him.
"I told you I was hungry." He said it like it was simple. "I couldn't in good conscience let all that good Winchester juice go to waste now, could I?"
Then he went to his knees on the floor.
My breath stopped.
The sight of Chase Dubois, the Lycan Prince, on his knees between my legs, was the most shocking thing I had ever seen. And I have seen a horse give birth to a hybrid calf/horse.
The proud shoulders, the dark head bowed... for me.
He pushed my robe apart. I watched him.
He looked at my pussy and he made this sound, like he loved what he was looking at.
"Perfect," he rasped. "So pink. So wet."
Then he leaned forward.
The first touch of his tongue was a soft stroke. I jolted. Practically jumped off the table, but he held me back.
He answered with another lick, longer this time, firmer.
"I... I..." I couldn't find the words.
Then he found the center of my ache, that swollen spot, and he sucked on it.
"Chase!" I sobbed. My back arched.
He held my hips down, pinning me to the table as his mouth worked magic.
His tongue was relentless, circling, flicking, diving inside me and then returning to that perfect, sweet pressure.
He learned me fast, every gasp and whimper guiding him.
The feel of his stubble on my inner thighs, the wet hot sounds, the sight of his broad shoulders between my legs drove me insane.
I was babbling, pleading, my hips moving against his mouth of their own will.
"Please... I can't... Chase, please..."
He slid two fingers inside me, curling them.
That was all it took.
A wave of pleasure that felt like pain ripped through me.
I screamed, my body bowing off the table, shaking, clenching around his fingers.
He didn't stop.
Then we heard it. A knock on the door.
"Tilly Ann!"
Fuck, it was my brother Kessington.
"Tilly Ann!"
My eyes darted to the man in between my legs, his eyes dancing with mischief.
Oh no! Don't you dare play another game right now, Chase Dubois!
"Tilly Ann! I heard screams. Are you alright? I'm coming inside."
Chase smiled and licked my pussy. "A threesome. I have never fucked a brother and a sister at the same time before…"
I covered his mouth with my palm and when he fought me, I tightened my thighs around his neck and squeezed.
"I'm so fucking turned on right now..."
I tightened my hold, choking him to silence as Kessington started to push the door open.
"Tilly?"
"Fuck off, Kessington. It's just a bug and I'm not decent!" I yelled at the door.
A pause. Long enough that my heart stopped. Then: "You'd better not be doing what I think you're doing in there, Tilly Ann. Mama will kill you. And then me, for not stopping it."
"I'm NOT!" I shrieked. "Go away!"
I heard retreating footsteps and once again I was left with the man between my legs.
I released him.
He looked at me, grinning despite the red marks on his neck. "Have you considered being tied up during our session, darling? Do that again and I will tie you up."
I leaned in. Like I was going to whisper something sweet, and when he was hooked, I whispered.
"Get out" Every part of me protested.
He rested his forehead against my trembling thigh for a moment, his breathing ragged. "Sweetheart. You are killing me"
He stood regardless, pulling me gently against him.
"Until next time, Winchester," he whispered, his voice rough with want
He leaned and kissed my temple. "Next time, I will use my cock. And you will accommodate it like a good little princess, won't you, Tilly Ann?"
I leaned in, a little smile playing on my lips to whisper. "Get out… Chase Dubois. And take your cock with you. I don't want it."
He smiled back, walking towards the door. "You will, Winchester." He opened the door. "You will.".