Authors: Eve Langlais
The elation at this words lasted only briefly as once again, the fury of their lovemaking overtook her senses and thoughts. While he played with her nipples, nipping and sucking them in turn, he shifted his body to allow his hand to tickle down her stomach, trace through the fur on her mound, and then to lightly trace her sex.
Again, without volition, her body bucked, her hips arching, begging for more of his touch. He stroked her, his finger slipping between the folds of her pussy, touching the dampness within, before withdrawing.
Breath held in expectation, of what, she didn’t know, she let out a mewl of protest. His lips caught her cry as his finger returned, sliding back and forth against her core before finding the nub just above it. He pressed against it, and she cried out. He swallowed the sound and rubbed again, swift firm strokes, back and forth over the spot. Faster and faster, the pleasure inside her twisted and spun. Her entire body thrummed with excitement, and within her, the bliss went taut and she panted for breath, wondering, waiting. What was happening? What…
The orgasm, a sweeping wave of ecstasy that roared through her body, left her soundless, her mouth open wide in a silent scream. She couldn’t hear, see, just feel, feel the waves of pleasure wracking her body, his murmurs of encouragement, the soft caress of his hands and lips.
Never once, in all her musings, did she imagine anything as wondrous as what occurred. So mind blowing. Shattering. And Viktor wasn’t done.
Before she could register what he did, he slid down her body until his mouth blew softly on her trembling sex. The words, ‘What are you doing?” clung to her tongue, but never left them. Instead, she screamed as he licked her in her most intimate of spots. Licked her until she thought she would die of pleasure.
Once Viktor started making love to Renee, unable to resist her plea, unable to resist her, he couldn’t stop. Her kisses drugged him. Her body entranced him. And her orgasm at his hands? Just about made him come like a boy with no control instead of a man with ice running in his veins.
Everything about her was perfect. Especially the taste. Nestled between her thighs, he devoured her nectar, flicking the tip of his tongue against her clit, the most he could manage because of his crocodile nature. Damned short tongue. It still drove her wild, which in turn frenzied him. He could have licked her all day, made her come until she was hoarse if it weren’t for the throb of his cock.
But was she ready to take that part of him?
Not stopping his oral torture of her nub, he slid a finger into her, and gasped. Tight. So nice, wet and tight. He slid another digit in, stretching her and pushing to get deeper, then pausing at the barrier in his path, the sign of her innocence.
A virgin. Shit.
For a moment, clarity returned. What was he doing? Seducing an innocent? She should give that prize to someone more deserving. Not an old jaded croc like him.
As if sensing his hesitation, she spoke. “Please, Viktor. Don’t stop now. Please.”
Honor and the right thing couldn’t win against her plea – or his selfish desire. He wanted to be the first, and only one to take the gift she offered
.
Her ardor slightly dampened as he went through his epiphany, he worked at bringing her back to a fever pitch. He thrust his fingers into her, loosening her, hopefully enough, to take him without too much discomfort. He licked her until she tugged at his scalp and her juices made everything slippery. Then, when she sat on the brink of climax again, he positioned himself over her, the head of his cock nudging the entrance to
He didn’t get to finish asking because her legs wrapped around his shanks, her body arched up, and she drew him inside. Surprised, he didn’t do a thing to stop it, and when he hit the barrier in his path…he tore through, hoping the swiftness would not prolong the pain.
But if she noticed it, she gave no sign. She panted without pause, her fingers dug into his shoulders and her hips rocked, urging him on. Despite her inexperience, her body knew what it wanted. Primal need drove her, and she met his thrusts, her sex tight and welcoming around him.
Lost in the glory of her body, Viktor pumped, a slow cadence in and out. However, with the way she clenched around him, her inner sex quivering, her cries mounting again in intensity, he soon pounded at her flesh, unable to halt his frenzy.
And she yelled for more, her nails raking his back, her hooded eyes glowing with passion, and her teeth, hot damn, sharp fangs that pinched when she yanked him down and bit.
Pain, pleasure, and the climax racing through her pulled him in for one final thrust before he spilled his seed.
Sweet gods of the swamp.
For a moment he thought he’d die at the intense pleasure wracking his body.
Before he could thank Renee, kiss her, and contemplate round two, something pricked him in the ass. Back. Arm.
Ambushed. Shit.
He couldn’t even manage a roar before he collapsed on top of her.
Renee scented the intruders a moment before Viktor collapsed on her, heavy and unresponsive. Passion still clinging to her, her senses muddled, she didn’t immediately react.
But when Viktor’s limp frame was yanked off hers, she sprang up with a scream.
Prick. Jab. Prick.
She peeked down at the tufted darts peppering her body. “Ow?” she said.
“Why isn’t she going down?” someone asked. It occurred to her she should answer as she caught the sound of tranquilizer guns getting refilled.
“Um, you can’t sedate me,” she offered as she peered
surrounded her and an unconscious Viktor, who also wore several of the sleeping darts. Relief he lived made some of her tension ease. But it came right back when a scruffy man, who smelled an awful lot like a dog, said, “Get the rope. We’ll truss her up then since she won’t go to sleep like a good girl.”
“ Stay away from me,” she said, holding her hands up. “Or else what?”
“Or–or–” Renee chewed her lower lip as nothing came
to mind. Viktor was down for the count. She didn’t wear a stitch of clothing. Possessed no weapon – although even if she did, it wouldn’t have done her any good. Exactly what were her
leave him alone. Sighing, she did what years of prison taught her. She gave in to the inevitable and held out her hands. It seemed freedom wasn’t hers to keep after all.
Well, this
sucks
.
If only Viktor had taken the time to teach her how to fight. She could have vanquished the smelly kidnappers, saved her crocodile and woken him with kisses.
Instead, she stumbled along with her hands tied in front of her, mouth gagged with a piece of thick tape, poked by rifles, accompanied by the hunters who joked about their fine catch. More worrisome, they discussed what a good time they’d have in town after they sold her and Viktor to a store specializing in women’s fashion accessories. It seemed fox fur and crocodile leather were in high demand.
But the joke was on them. While they could scent her vixen nature, they didn’t know she couldn’t shift which meant their big money dream of turning her into a fur stole would never happen. Yay for her small victory. Boo for the fact they intended to turn Viktor into a pair of boots. Maybe even a purse.
Somehow she didn’t think he’d like that at all. As soon as she saw the cages, she upgraded their big trouble status to really screwed, but the true terror didn’t hit until she heard the word
mastermind
. It seemed these hunters of shifters weren’t random. They worked for the very person she’d hoped to escape.
I don’t want to go back to my prison.
Hold on a second. Why did she automatically assume the bad guys would win? Sure, Viktor was currently naked, unconscious and getting locked in a cage. It didn’t mean he couldn’t still save them both.
She had faith in him. He’d promised to always protect her. If anyone could get them out of this mess, Viktor could.
And she believed that up until the moment they shot him.
The bore of a rifle – the shape, something Viktor knew well – poked him in the back and he jolted awake. Without pausing to think, Viktor sprang to his feet, a cloud in his mind dulling his senses, to discover himself…in a cage.
What the hell? How had he arrived here?
His second thought was, Renee! The last thing he recalled was reaching nirvana buried in her body, then, the stings as someone ambushed them while he was occupied.
I should be shot for being so stupid.
He’d let his dick overrule his common sense and got caught. But who cared about him, where was Renee?
Before he could look for her, the jerk off with the gun poked the barrel of his weapon at Viktor’s naked belly.
“Well, well. The gator finally wakes.
“It’s croc, you ill-bred excuse for a – ” Viktor eyed his captor; about five foot nine, greasy brown hair, and a distinct smell of coon. “Ring eyed bandit.”
“What do you know, the lizard can smell.”
“Even a vulture would smell your piss poor excuse for an animal.”
The gun poked deeper and the finger on the trigger tightened. “Mouthy bastard aren’t you.”
“Where’s Renee?”
A grin split the miscreant’s lips, a gap-toothed smile with way too much malice. “Your girlfriend is over there. The drugs didn’t work on her so we had to use other methods to keep her quiet.”
Whirling, Viktor saw Renee hogtied hand and foot in another cage a few yards away. A gag covered her mouth and her eyes were wide with fright.
“Let. Her. Go.” The rage pumped through him at her demise. How could he have screwed up so bad? He’d let pleasure override his common sense. Let his guard down because of his intrigue for a fox, and look where it got them? Drugged and caught like the newest of recruits. He needed to fix this. Now.
“Oh, she’s not going anywhere, lizard man. I’ve got someone who’s promised me good money for that there piece of ass. Too much money for me to give a shit what you want. Heck, they offered me even more money when I mentioned what price I could get for a fox’s fur.”
“Who? Who’s paying you?” Viktor’s blood ran colder than usual. Only one person would have an interest in Renee. Mastermind.
“Shouldn’t you be more worried about yourself, crocodile? The boss don’t want nothing to do with you. But it seems a shame to waste your leather. I’ve got a buddy who deals in skins. Reptile skins. Those rich broads in the fancy houses love those genuine purses and boots.”
Viktor stalled as he tried to analyze the situation and come up with a way to free them both. “That plan would work a lot better if you hadn’t caught me in my human shape.”
“You’ll shift if you know what’s good for you.”
“Not likely.”
“Oh you will cause if you don’t, you get to watch as I put it to your girlfriend. Is she a screamer? Maybe I’ll take the gag off and find out.”
Icy fear transitioned into a cold rage. “Don’t you lay a finger on her.”
“Or else what? In case you ain’t noticed, I’ve got you in a fucking cage, lizard. There ain’t a goddamned thing you can do about it either.”
Eyeing the bars and the lock keeping the door shut, Viktor laughed, a low, mirthless sound. “Is this the best you’ve got? I’d start running now if I were you, because once I get out, you can forget about mercy. I’m hungry for some fresh meat.”
The swaggering confidence waned as the coon stepped back from the cage. Only belatedly did the hunter recall his gun. He raised it, aiming it high on Viktor’s chest. “Even if you could get out, you ain’t bullet proof.”
“But I heal real fast so you better hope your aim is good.” With a flex of his muscles, Viktor shifted into his half shape, his leathery skin affording some protection if the coon did fire, but even better, it gave him the strength and weight needed to slam against the bars and snap the lock. Stumbling out, his captor’s eyes widened in shock, but he didn’t panic as much as Viktor would have liked. The prick fired at him!
Viktor didn’t flinch when the first bullet grazed his arm. The kidnapper – who wanted to turn him into some fucking purse – went down under him. The coon tried to shift out of his human shape, probably hoping his smaller size would allow him to escape. A hard chomp on his neck and the coon stopped struggling.
Too quick of a death for the scumbag, but given the camp showed signs of more than one hunter, and Renee was probably frightened out of her mind, he chose speed over the pleasure of making the dirtbag scream.
Springing to his feet, he took a quick glance around before he strode over to the cage which held Renee and wrenched the door open. Shifting back to his human shape, he then tugged her into his arms, holding her trembling body.
“I’m so sorry, Renee. I should have never taken you out here with no protection.”
She shook her head and mumbled something.”
“This is going to sting,” he warned before pulling the tape from her mouth.
But it wasn’t pain making her scream when her lips were free, but, “Watch out behind you!”
Too late. Still muddled from the tranquilizers, he never heard the coon’s friends approaching, but he felt it when they shot him, the sting of buckshot spraying across his back.
“Run,” he gasped, shoving her to her feet. But still bound, she could only lie there.
Another shot sent him reeling face first onto the hard ground. His chest ached when he breathed and his vision dimmed. But he still managed to whisper, through bubbles of blood “I’m sorry. I failed you.”
*
Shock kept Renee silent as Viktor collapsed on the ground, bleeding and unconscious –
please don’t be dead.
Things went so horribly wrong so quick. One moment, she silently cheered as she watched Viktor kill the hunter who’d stayed behind to guard her. The next, her lover lay bleeding on the ground.
From the woods, the hunter’s friends emerged, dressed in camouflaged fatigues, weapons aimed at her and her poor, dying croc.
“Make a move and we’ll shoot.”
As if she needed the warning. She well knew the rules when dealing with mercenaries.
Do as you’re told and maybe you won’t get hurt.
It was why she didn’t fight when they initially bound her wrists and ankles, didn’t struggle when they taped her mouth to silence her sobs.
But she could have handled returning to her prison of a life if they’d left Viktor alone. She would have promised anything to keep him safe. Instead, though, he bled on the ground and death approached carrying a shotgun and a sneer.
And I don’t know what to do.
“Fuck the few hundred bucks we’ll get from his skin. He’s too much trouble. We’ve got the girl. Kill him.”
Weapons raised and aimed at her helpless lover. Renee saw no mercy in their eyes, only death.
Fear coalesced into anger.
How dare they!
The anger burned and churned inside her. A red haze dropped over her eyes.
“Don’t. Touch. Him,” she growled in a voice she didn’t recognize.
“You mean like this?” A weapon fired and a red splotch bloomed on Viktor’s thighs, already unconscious, he didn’t even flinch. But the casual shot sent her over the edge.
A scream of rage burst from her and she jumped to her feet, snapping the bonds holding her without effort.
Every inch of her vibrated and still her fury grew with each inhalation as the coppery scent of Viktor’s blood assailed