Best Friends (New Species #15)(72)

It only lasted for a few seconds.

He dipped his head again.

His tongue lightly sliding along the seam of her pussy came as a huge surprise.

Then he growled and buried his face between her legs.

Her head snapped back, and she moaned when he started lapping at her pussy, running his thick tongue from her slit to her clit.

Oh God. Oh God. Oh God! Her body tensed, and she tried to press her thighs closed. The pleasure was too intense and raw. It almost hurt, it was so extreme. His strong hands and arms easily pinned her open to him. He wouldn’t let her move her hips at all or escape his mouth. He licked her as if she were ice cream, and he’d been starving for it.

Mary liked oral sex. She’d just never experienced any that felt this good. It was that tongue of his, she reasoned. Strong, big, a bit rough-textured, and ruthless.

Her back arched, and she lost her grip on the slope, her fingers slipping off the silky vegetation. She didn’t slide down the slope though. Lion man had a good hold on her thighs.

Her climax struck hard and razor-sharp, cutting through her. She cried out, briefly wondering if she was going to die. Her brain seemed to explode, right along with the rest of her.

It went on and on. He didn’t stop licking her, but he did focus more on her slit. She gasped and arched again when his tongue slid inside her pussy. He snarled and drove it in deeper. He moved his tongue fast, fucking her with it, taking every drop of her orgasm.

Mary clawed at the silk moss, tearing bits of it off the matting it was attached to.

Moans poured out of her until he stopped, withdrawing his tongue. His hot breath fanned her sensitive clit. She forced her eyes opened and looked down.

His golden eyes were locked on her face, and some of the euphoria wore off from the mother of all climaxes.

He looked furious—as if he wanted to kill her.

Fear returned, but it was significantly muted, mostly because she just felt too worn out and sluggish to tense up. His hold on her thighs eased until he let go. She started to slide downward, but he grabbed her by the ribs and hoisted her up. The swift motion made her a little dizzy.

She went from lying at an angle on the slope to her hips slamming into his big shoulder.

Mary hung upside down when he stood upright. He spun and just took off, moving so fast she couldn’t even tell which direction they were going. One of his arms hooked behind her knees, then he jumped—and Mary saw the ground getting farther and farther away.

It shocked her when he landed hard, slamming her hips against his shoulder, but he didn’t drop her. She realized they were about ten feet from the floor, once she got her bearings and could see how high they were.

He took a few quick steps and leapt again. The sensation of flying was nauseating, until he landed on something solid once more.

“Ugh!” burst from her lips. Her hips were probably going to be bruised tomorrow.

He snarled, and she shut up. He took one more jump but landed on something soft that time, and he bent forward, dumping her off his shoulder. She ended up flat on her back, her body landing on pure softness. She glanced to her side to see what she was on.

It appeared to be a bed. The mattress was huge, and more like one of the biggest, fluffiest pillows she’d ever seen. Her body sank into it a good few inches.

Lion man moved, drawing her attention from his strange bed.

He crouched beside her and grabbed her arm, forcing her to sit up. His fingers hooked the straps of what was left of her bra and dress, yanking them both down her arms. He let her go then fisted the material, pulling hard. It threw her to the side and she rolled on his bed. He tugged the material from beneath her.

Mary lifted to her knees. He touched the dress he held with his free hand, seeming curious. It gave her the opportunity to glance around.

She regretted it immediately. The waterfall was still nearby, but she wasn’t looking up at it anymore. She was looking along the top of it.

That meant they were near where the ceiling. It also became clear that there were three sides to the bed, like mini walls along the edges. Thick cables ran upward from each corner of the massive structure—twice the size of a king-size bed—securing it to the ceiling about eight feet above them.

“What in the hell?”

Lion man snarled, and she looked back at him. He threw the destroyed dress down and crawled toward her on all fours.

Mary backed up, scrambling to keep space between them. She made it to one of those walls and clutched the edge to peer down. They had to be over thirty feet from the floor. It was a long way down, and the height made her freeze in place.

He grabbed her ankle and yanked.

Mary was jerked flat before he released her, and then the lion man crawled over her, their bodies not touching, but his hands were planted near her arms, his knees near her thighs. He stared at her without blinking.

She was scared. Only a fool wouldn’t be.

She hesitated, and then reached up, stroking his chest. It seemed to work the last time, when she’d been certain he wanted to kill her.

He blinked, and a low purring started. She could breathe easier when she heard that sound.

Pet the big freakin’ kitty. Nice kitty. Don’t kill me, kitty. She opened her mouth to beg for her life but then remembered he didn’t seem to like her voice. She closed it fast.

He lowered his gaze to her breasts, then crawled backward until he hovered over her legs. He straightened somewhat and gripped her knees. He jerked them up then spread them wide. She didn’t resist. He sniffed at her pussy and lowered his face farther.