Night Critters (Collection) (16 page)

Lucky snatched up the doll from the seat, his face still as cherry red as her wedding dress. He cuddled the mouse like a baby. “Sorry, bud. I don't care if you are over a hundred years old, there's just something wrong about you sitting in an adult toy.” He studied the frame, and his eyes lit up. “Besides, this toy is mine."

Charm put her hands on her hips, grinning. Lucky, wearing a mouse ear hat to match hers, a tee shirt with a singing hermit crab on his chest, and talking to a mouse doll, was incongruous to say the least. “Who says it's yours? Ours, remember? All my worldly goods I thee endow and all that crap?"

Lucky pointed to a tag hanging from one corner with his name spelled out in huge black letters. “That says it's mine. What's more, that's JR's handwriting.” He dropped the doll on the bureau next to him and turned the mouse's face until it was buried in a large spray of white roses. “You can't watch this, old boy. You're too young at heart."

Laughter bubbled up from Charm's toes. She lovingly stroked the tooled leather seat and noted it had a four-leaf clover design hammered into the center. “Okay, I guess it is yours."

Lucky bent to explore the contents of a rolling tray cart full of bottles and pots, including a small wax heater and drawers full of clamps, feathers and other toys. A full surgical autoclave stood in the corner near the frame, concealed by an elegant screen. “Baby? What's all this stuff for?"

A secretive smile crept around Charm's mouth. Her fingers itched to use the implements on Lucky's willing body. That was if he were truly willing. They'd never actually said those famous three words, even if they'd intoned their marriage vows. The omission bugged her a little, but she'd yet to work up the courage. Somehow, the wedding words came easier than a simple “I love you.” Apparently, Lucky felt the same, but that didn't mean she didn't need to hear them. “Do you trust me enough to show you?"

"Oh, hell, yeah. After spending a day chasing you around that damned park, then you giving me a blow job while in a haunted house ride? I'm about to explode.” He threw off his hat and flung off his shirt, grinning like a kid let loose with a full magno-card in one of the candy shops. “I've wanted to rip that red bodice off you and flip up your skirts all damn day."

Charm threw her hands over her wedding dress, laughing. She was wetter than the ocean surrounding Florida at the thought of Lucky tearing her dress from her body and throwing her into a certain landscaped mound behind tiki statues she'd eyed speculatively on their way past. Still, she had hopes of passing her dress down in the traditional manner to her daughters like any other bride. “Nuh-uh! You aren't touching one thread of this. I'm saving my dress for posterity."

Lucky advanced on her mock threateningly. “Posterity my ass. I'm going to paddle your pretty posterior unless you get out of those protective layers.” He stopped and grinned proudly. “How's that for alliteration?"

Sniggering, Charm unbuckled the skirt portion and let it fall to her ankles. “Terrible. I'll stick to Longfellow and Dylan.” She evaded his hands and sauntered into the kitchenette wearing only her red bustier, red thong, and high-heeled boots. “Hang on, handsome. If we're going to play with the new toy, I want to make some tea to go with my fun."

One of Lucky's eyebrows shot up to his hairline. He folded his arms across his naked chest, and his erection tented his khaki shorts. No fur yet, but she knew that would change in two shakes of his as-yet-nonexistent tail. “Tea? Shouldn't you wait a few months before you start ignoring me?"

"Har-har!” Charm dropped tea bags in two separately colored mugs and stuffed them in the heating unit on Warm Only. “These, my dear innocent husband, are for your pleasure, not to drink. And now, gorgeous...” She came around the breakfast bar and pretended to stalk him like a hunting cat. “I'm going to lock you into the seat."

His eyes widened in surprise and he backed up with his hands out in front of him like he was really scared. “Oh. No. My. Wife. Is. Going. To. Attack. Me!” He lowered his voice to a mere whisper. “Help! Help! Umm... baby?” He backpedaled toward the pleasure swing. “You seem to know a lot about this particular contraption."

Charm grinned and continued her stalk. Her mouth watered, and her thong was thoroughly soaked at the mental image of her husband at his furry best, locked in the swing with his arms above his head and at her mercy. He had no idea of what he was getting into, but she did. “Yeah, I do. I've been in one, and I've been the one using all those creams and feathers. You're gonna like this.” She reached her target, conveniently now standing with his butt against the leather seat.

"Uh... why do I have to be the one in the swing?” He gulped, but allowed her to take his right hand and buckle it in the cuff. The trust in his eyes spoke more to her of love than a simple romp in the hay. Anyone could do the horizontal tango with a willing partner, but love required more. Lucky gave her more simply by allowing himself to be restrained.

"Simple, gorgeous.” Charm reached for his other hand and took her time buckling him into the cuff. She assessed the position of the cuffs, deciding they were close enough to the right height on the chain to allow Lucky some movement so his circulation wouldn't be cut off. “You have the tail, I have the wings. You can sit in this thing easily. Getting me into it would require you to lift me enough for my wings to fit. It can be done, but it's more of a bother.” She allowed a sensual smile to slowly replace her previous happy grin. “Besides, I know how to make you go all furry in this thing, and you're clueless. Let me show you how it's done, and next time I'll be the victim.” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, and then with one swift movement, she flipped open the snap of his shorts and yanked them down.

Her husband gasped. “Aren't I supposed to be sitting down?” He pulled experimentally at the cuffs, testing their security. “I feel pretty silly."

"No, you don't. You feel vulnerable and out of control, right?” Charm got up and went for the two mugs of tea. The green mug she set nearby to cool, the red mug she brought right to the rolling trolley and filled one of the empty spray bottles with the warm contents.

Lucky eyed the bottle speculatively. “What's that for?"

Charm brought him the remains in the mug. “Mint tea. Smell.” She let him sniff and waited for his nod. “I'm going to spray you with this.” She licked her lips. “Tastes great. Trust me."

He allowed her to spray his nipples and body, and only grunted when she sprayed his cock liberally. “At least it's warm. Hey! My skin is tingling. The mint?"

"Yup.” Charm put the spray bottle on the trolley and licked Lucky's left nipple. The minty taste zinged on her tongue, increasing sensation in the nerve endings. That was the reason she'd sprayed it on her husband's body. Now he'd feel twice as much with every touch she gave him. She wanted like her body craved food and drink to uncuff him and fuck him silly on the floor, but that wasn't good enough for a honeymoon.

As expected, he moaned, and his cock twitched. His whole body trembled, but no brown fur appeared. Not good enough yet. “Oy, baby."

Charm reached behind him and pulled the seat close. To make him more willing, she licked the other nipple. “Slide into the seat, Lucky Love. Relax. Let me suck your cock a bit."

"Tease.” He leaned back and let the seat cradle him along his spine, lying almost horizontally. The T-bar of leather at the top supported his neck, but the bottom one forced him to spread his legs, just like she wanted.

To distract him from her next move, Charm bent down to suck all of his cock into her mouth and waited for his eyes to shut. Surreptitiously, she slid the thigh band under his left thigh and smoothly locked the Velcro together.

Lucky didn't appear to notice. His eyes remained closed, and his breathing came in gulps of air. Without opening his eyes, he moaned again. “Oh, damn. My body feels like it's just short of on fire. I can feel every bump on your tongue. This is great."

The empowerment coursed through her veins like a drug. Charm increased the suction and drew upwards, giving him the full measure of her abilities. This man was under her control by her will as well as his own. No one was there calling the shots but her. She reveled in the glory of making Lucky happy because she wanted to, and for no other reason than their mutual pleasure. She secured the right thigh band in between upward strokes to the music of her husband's panting gasps for air. Only when her jaw grew tired did she stop and release his cock with a soft pop.

To her delight, a soft brown dusting of fur covered Lucky's skin, like the sheen of fine suede. The real stuff, soft as a baby's butt. She'd called it puppy fur to herself every time she'd made it appear during the few short months of their engagement until the house had been completed. Tonight, she'd make werefolk puppies, if she had her way.

She reached for the next toy—her own personal gift from JR, judging by the secret place he'd left it, hidden in the drawer for her to notice. Her fingers closed around the shaft of one of her own feathers, now useful as a toy to tickle Lucky with. What a thoughtful secret present from JR! How he'd gotten hold of one, she had no clue, but that was a question to be answered another day.

Lucky's ice-blue eyes flew open the second she stroked his cock with the long, black feather. Now she knew he'd inherited those stunning eyes from his elegant grandmother, a Siberian Husky were-dog who ruled the Thornburn pack with an iron fist in a white velvet glove. “Oh, hell, no! I'm ticklish.” He chuckled. “Stop. Evil Neph."

"Okay.” Charm put the feather aside. She was so wet with need, she could have screamed, anyway. Her bustier was suddenly too tight. She unzipped it and flung it away across the generous room, where it collided with a wall and slithered out of sight. Then, she peeled off the thong but left her boots on. Undoing all those laces was too much like work when she wanted a hot, sweaty ride on Lucky's rigid cock. “Prepare to be tamed, were-critter!"

Lucky laughed, just as she'd meant for him to do. He batted his eyes and stuck out his chin. He drawled out his words, panting like a virgin. “Oh, help! I'm about to be ravished by my wife. Mercy! Mercy!” Then, in his normal voice, he growled, his eyes turning golden. “Let's see if we can break this thing, huh, baby?"

Charm performed a perfect chin-up on the bar and lowered herself inch by agonizing inch onto Lucky's cock, supporting her weight with the bar until he was firmly seated inside. Then she let go and grabbed the chains supporting his wrists for balance.

The swing earned its name, rocking backward and forward in an arc, jamming Lucky's full length inside her. He struggled with the cuffs, clearly wanting to support her with his hands, but he was too fully trapped by the leather straps on his wrists and thighs. A half-growl and half-howl escaped his lips. “Rowr-rowr-rowrrr!"

Elated at her success, Charm lifted herself up and down, continuing to use the chains to swing them in the full arc, allowing the motion to give her a slow, sensuous fucking from the helplessly—or so she thought—restrained Lucky. She could imagine his tail sweeping the ground with every swing.

The ripping sound of Velcro startled her out of her happy trance. Lucky's strong legs freed themselves from the thigh bands like the leather was made of steamed noodles. His hands, clawed and sleek, slid out from the cuffs. She'd forgotten the preternatural strength of shifters in moments of great passion or anger. The clawed hands clamped down on her arms like iron bands. With one leap, somehow Lucky carried them both out of the swing with her still riding his cock, until he stood bent from the need to shift fully. His growl was so guttural, she barely understood the words. “Now my angel will pay for teasing a wolf-dog. The better to eat you with, my dear!"

Charm shrieked playfully and pretended to struggle. Like she really could have done anything. Not. “Fuck me! Fuck me instead!"

Lucky growled for a moment, his lupine gold eyes flashing in the evening light. His gaze fell on something behind her. His face elongated slightly, and his mouth opened to reveal sharp predator's teeth. “As you wish. Spread."

Her butt connected with the table, and she winced when Lucky swept the tabletop's flowers and damask table runner aside with careless swipes of his paws. Obediently, Charm spread her legs and wrapped them around his waist. Balanced precariously on the edge of the table, she put her arms back on the tabletop behind her for support.

Lucky leaned in a little bit, his arched back allowing him access to her breasts while he fucked her madly and passionately. He lavished attention to each nipple in its turn, with nips from his sharp teeth.

Charm was in heaven. She was sure of it. Each nip yanked a squeaking gasp from her, immediately soothed by a hot lick from his mobile tongue. Her wings flapped uselessly, pinned against the table edge as she was. Her control of the fire element slipped, and the scent of scorched wood from the burning table filled her nose. She'd leave a permanent imprint of her hand in the wood, and she didn't care.

"How do you like being the one out of control, hmm?” Lucky's growl accompanied a nip on her neck. His thrusts rubbed his nest of pubic curls over her clit, driving her to the edge of the cliff of a screaming orgasm. Her whole body alternately trembled and stiffened, each thrust shoving her closer and closer to either bursting into flame or—what, she didn't know or care.

Lucky's willpower to remain in the half-canine and half-human state awed her. The head of his cock bumped her cervix and became so swollen she thought she'd split. Lucky's orgasm loomed with hers. His self-control had improved immeasurably since his first shift with her. He threw back his head and howled to the coffered ceiling. Even so, his hand moved to expertly thumb her clit.

Now Charm howled in turn, her fingers clutching convulsively at the edge of the table, and barely hung on to her sanity. Her pussy tried to turn inside out, with Charm along for the ride. She let it try, glorying in the truth to the axiom that honeymoon sex was the best romp in the world.

The table wobbled ominously, and they ignored the warning, too caught up to care if the whole hotel collapsed. Lucky grabbed the sculpted edges, right over Charm's hands, panting. His lupine gold eyes were hazed, but returning slowly to their usual crystalline blue. “Oh—
pant
—my—
pant
—God. I love you.” He pulled out, but couldn't seem to do more than that.