Little Red (halle pumas ) Read online

  The only thing she’d added was a lace collar with a little cameo pin at her throat, her nod to the wolf’s grandma costume. “Hello, Little Red. Is that basket for me?” She let her eyes bleed to gold, smiling over the rumble in her lover’s chest that threatened to turn into a growl.

  “Who else would I share my goodies with?”

  “Damn straight,” she muttered.

  He grinned and shook off the cape. “My, Grandma, what big… eyes you have.”

  She bit her lip to keep from laughing. His gaze wasn’t on her eyes, that was for sure. “The better to watch the floor show with.”

  He snorted and unbuttoned the flannel shirt. He stripped it off and dropped it on top of the cloak. “And what long legs you have.” His eyes drifted over the scar on her hip down her long legs. She knew Rick viewed the scar as a badge of honor. The sight never failed to make him even hotter.

  She shifted her legs slightly. “The better to hug you with.”

  His smile turned possessive. “Oh good. I like hugs.” He took the band out of his braid and shook all that glorious red hair around his shoulders and back. The tips of it just brushed the top of his ass. She shivered, knowing that soon it would be draped around her.

  His hands stroked the erection at the front of his pants. “What big teeth you have.”

  “The better to bite you with if you don’t hurry up.” She snarled up at him, baring her fangs. She’d been waiting all fucking day for this.

  He threw his head back and laughed. “And what a big mouth you have.”

  That was it. She was done. She crawled to the side of the bed and undid his pants, pulling his cock into her hands. “The better to eat you up with.” And she did just that.

  “Oh fuck.” Rick sank his hands into her hair. He loved the feel of her mouth on him. It was pure wet heaven. His hips began to move, knowing just how much she could take before she would choke. He wasn’t going to hurt his little kitty any more than she wanted to be. “That’s it, sweetheart. Fuck, that’s so good.”

  She moaned, the vibration shooting right down his length. It wasn’t easy making a mating between a Wolf and a Puma work, but damn if they weren’t having a good time trying.

  He thrust into her mouth a few more times before reluctantly pulling away. Too much more of that and he’d be coming before he was ready. “Enough.”

  She licked her lips and pouted up at him. “I wasn’t done eating yet.”

  He pulled her up by her hair and took her mouth, toeing off his shoes while he did. He wanted to be skin to skin, not skin to gigolo pants.

  Her hands brushed the pants down his ass just before a sharp pain had him rearing back. “Claws!”

  She sat back down, that false innocence back on her face. “Who’s supposed to be eating who here?”

  He growled. “You clawed my ass. ”

  She shrugged and licked some of his blood off the tip of her claw. “Move faster.”

  Rick’s hands went to the sides of the pants. His arms flexed. The pants shredded under the force of his grip. “Happy?”

  “Not yet.” She crooked her finger at him. “C’mere, Little Red.”

  He took a step forward, the remains of the pants drifting to the floor. He pushed her gently down on the bed. He leaned down on both arms, keeping one eye on those roving hands of hers. “What did I tell you about clawing my ass?”

  “It wasn’t deliberate!” She blinked up at him, her lip quivering. “I was… kneading.”

  His lips twitched. “Kneading.”

  She nodded, but she looked about two seconds from bursting into laughter. “Uh-

  huh.”

  He snorted and flipped her over onto her stomach, ignoring her squeal of surprise. He took one of her wrists in each of his hands, holding her splayed out. The fake fur of her tail tickled his erection. “Let’s see if we can give you something else to do with those little claws of yours, Ms. Wolf.”

  “Curses.” She wriggled her ass against him and sighed dramatical y. “Foiled again.”

  He lowered his head to the side of her neck, his shoulders shaking. He’d never laughed so much in his life before Belle. “You’re going to drive me insane. You know that, right?”

  She eyed him through the fall of her hair. “You’re a dog. You chase your tail and lick your bal s. I hate to tell you this, but you’re already insane.”

  “I do not lick my bal s.” Not where anyone could see him, anyway.

  She gave him one of those superior cat looks. “I should warn you I’m not above blackmail.”

  He frowned.

  “Digital camera. G-mail. Do the math.”

  “Belle!” He could feel his cheeks flaming. She wouldn’t. Would she?

  “Hah! You do lick your balls! I knew it.” She smiled smugly and wiggled again.

  He knew of only one thing that could wipe that smile off her face. He bared his fangs and bit her, once again marking her as his.

  Belle shrieked, the surprise orgasm rushing through her, blinding her to everything but the feel of the hard cock nudging her opening. He slipped inside her as the last ripples died out, his tongue lapping the wounds on her neck.

  “You were saying?”

  “Huh?” Saying? Speech? He wanted to talk now?

  He chuckled, the sound smug and oh so male. She glared up at him and tightened muscles of her pussy, wringing a gasp from him. Thank you Dr. Kegel. “Well?”

  “You’re right. Speech is overrated.” He began to pound into her, the wet slap of their flesh loud and erotic. “So tight, baby.”

  She moaned when he brushed his fangs over his mark. She wanted him to bite down again, needed it, but no way in hell was she begging for it. “Is that all you’ve got?”

  She was breathless, desperate to move against him, but his big body held her down.

  His back arched, driving him even further inside her. “Hell no.” His hips slammed against her, driving her close to the edge. His teeth nibbled the side of her neck, the sharpness of his fangs reminding her of how good his bite was.

  “Now?” His voice was strained, close to breaking.

  She knew what he asked, and why. “Yes.”

  He moved his forearm towards her mouth. Together they bit down, each marking the other. The orgasm ripped through them, both of them howling from the pleasure.

  Rick pulled loose an eternity later, dropping down next to her in a sweaty heap.

  She eyed him blearily. “Hey, Little Red?”

  “Hmm?” He sounded sated and sleepy.

  “I never got my goodies.”

  He opened one eye and stared at her. “Oh?”

  “Mm-hmm.”

  He got out of bed and grabbed the basket. He pulled out the paddle and slapped it against his palm, a wicked gleam in his eye. “Now, about my costume.”

  Belle’s eyes went wide. “Oh shit!” With a giggle she leapt out of bed and raced out of the bedroom, Rick in hot pursuit.

  He chased her laugher all over their apartment. She swore later the only reason he caught her was she was dying to get caught.

  About the Author

  Dana Marie Bell wrote her first short story when she was thirteen years old. She attended the High School for Creative and Performing Arts for creative writing, where freedom of expression was the order of the day. When her parents moved out of the city and placed her in a Catholic high school for her senior year she tried desperately to get away, but the nuns held fast, and she graduated with honors despite herself.

  Dana has lived primarily in the Northeast (Pennsylvania, New Jersey and Delaware, to be precise), with a brief stint on the US Virgin Island of St. Croix. She lives with her soul-mate and husband Dusty, their two maniacal children, an evil ice-cream stealing cat and a bul terrier that thinks it’s a Pekinese.

  You can learn more about Dana at: www.danamariebell.com and http://samhainpublishing.com/authors/dana-marie-bell.

  FB2 document info

  Document ID: c2096ffc-3c1c-47e8-9646-e8550c578175

  Document version: 1

  Document creation date: 5.1.2014

  Created using: calibre 1.12.0, FictionBook Editor Release 2.6 software

  Document authors :

  About

  This file was generated by Lord KiRon's FB2EPUB converter version 1.1.5.0.

  (This book might contain copyrighted material, author of the converter bears no responsibility for it's usage)

  Этот файл создан при помощи конвертера FB2EPUB версии 1.1.5.0 написанного Lord KiRon.

  (Эта книга может содержать материал который защищен авторским правом, автор конвертера не несет ответственности за его использование)

  http://www.fb2epub.net

  https://code.google.com/p/fb2epub/

 

 

  Dana Marie Bell, Little Red (halle pumas )

 

 

  Thank you for reading books on Archive.BookFrom.Net
Share this book with friends