Dawn Endeavor 1: Fallon's Flame Marie Harte (tharntype novel english .TXT) 📖

yeah.” Jesse groaned and rubbed against her, his cock incredibly large.

“Shut up,” she growled, and then the sexual beast who used to be Olivia took charge.

Chapter Six

Fallon couldn't think as the woman he'd come to think of as a delicate flower turned feral on him. She bit and sucked and threw his beast into a frenzy of arousal and affection that surged through him in a wave of confusing need.

The woman gripped him with fingers he couldn't escape, even if he'd wanted to. The little witch hurt him by pulling him closer, but the small pain only made him that much harder. His shorts tented, obscenely distorted as he poked her belly, wishing he could angle for penetration.

Crazed to feel that hot pussy he could smell creaming for him, he succumbed to her wildness, giving in to his beast, who was surprisingly content to let this female dominate him.

Fallon didn't much care at the moment, lost to the desire he'd felt since he'd last tasted her.

He would have sworn he'd entered another mating heat, except his friends didn't seem bothered by it. To his relief, none of them seemed as drawn to Olivia as he was, or he knew for certain he'd have drawn blood to fight for her.

“Shit,” he groaned as her hands distracted him.

She tugged his hair back to look into his eyes. Since she appeared more vivid now than she had before, he knew she had to be seeing his slit pupils and larger irises, eyes of the beast who lived inside him. To his pleasant surprise, Olivia's sly smile proved she was unafraid. If he weren't mistaken, she even appeared to issue a challenge.

He hissed as her hands snaked down his body with lightning speed. Sure fingers circled his girth through his shorts, pressing along the wet spot where his shorts molded to his arousal.

“So big. I bet I could eat you up and not be full,” she whispered in a husky voice and licked her lips.

“Eat me. Yeah, baby. Do that. Right now,” he growled, unable to help his beast's wanting an end to this teasing.

Instead of obeying, Olivia winked and darted a hand under his shorts to circle his shaft.

“Christ yes,” he whispered, sure if she stopped, he just might beg. He'd never been so hard before. Despite the rough times dealing with mating heats, he knew he'd never felt such desperation to seek completion. “Please.”

It slipped out before he could stop himself. A weakness.

“I like pretty words from pretty men.” Olivia pushed his shorts down and grabbed him with both hands. Then she drove him out of his fucking mind.

Pulling and pushing, she rubbed his flesh with torturous slowness, grazing his balls with every pass. Using the generous precum at his slit, she lubed his cock and continued to stare up at him as she brought him closer and closer to bliss.

“Yes, Olivia. That's it, baby. Rub me. Fuck, give it to me. More,” he said thickly, unable to understand how he'd lost control, and ecstatic that he had.

“I want to feel it. I need it on me, your scent,” she demanded, her voice deeper, raspy.

Familiar.

He caught a hint of something not quite right, but then she tugged him, her fingers gliding just beneath his glans, that sensitive spot that made him see stars.

“Fuck.”

She rubbed and caressed, played with his balls and increased the speed and tightness of her hold.

“You're so full. Give it to me. Now.” Her voice turned mean, but her scent… Like ripe cherries, bursting with sweetness, with arousal.

His beast roared his pleasure, especially when one of her nails dragged along his shaft. He swore he felt a prick and smelled blood, but it didn't matter. He stared into her eyes as he came all over her hand.

Unable to cry out, breathless with the drugging ecstasy of the moment, he covered her palm with milky fluid. And he didn't stop. She pulled it out of him, each ropy jet of semen that continued to pump over her commanding fingers until he was too wrung out to do more than breathe.

He slumped and had to grab onto her shoulders to steady himself.

And then she did the one thing guaranteed to make him wake up and take notice. She took her hand, held it up in front of him, and shoved it under her pants, between her legs.

“This is where it should be.”

Hell, yes.

When she brought her hand back out, he took her fingers and shoved them into his mouth.

The familiar, drugging taste of her pussy addicted him. But she pulled her fingers away.

The sultry vixen flashed him a smile, her eyes deep lagoons promising every pleasure.

He let her go and watched as she reached down to hold him again. He remained half-hard, his cock rising quickly as his beast told him to get ready for another round.

But she only wet her fingers in the cum covering his cockhead.

When she brought those same fingers to her lips, he jerked in reaction, his cock rock hard and ready to go again. She took each finger deep within her mouth, all the way to the second knuckle. When she'd pulled the last one from her mouth, he pushed her to her knees.

She surprised him by not resisting.

“That's right. Enough playing. Now take your mate to the back of your fucking throat,” he growled, unable to keep his beast from coming out to play. Aware he began to change as well, he tried to tamp down his wildness, not wanting to hurt her.

But she wouldn't let him.

She clamped her hands to his ass and pulled him forward, deep throating him without a problem. Even when he thickened and lengthened, she accommodated him without gagging once. He closed his eyes, unable to think as he grabbed her hair and pounded into her mouth.

The unreality of the moment didn't much matter. A normal woman couldn't accommodate a Circ, not in this stage of rut. But Olivia didn't falter. If anything,