Teasing the Wildcat
Sargosian Chronicles
Mina Carter & Bethany J. Barnes
Published: 2011
ISBN: SHPFREE25
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Teasing the Wildcat
“Bonded? Is that like being married?” Tangling her legs with his, Summer King wiggled closer to her Sargosian husband until there was no space separating them. “Sounds like your old ways are very much like the way the humans’ were, back on Earth, hundreds of years ago…and still are, to some extent. Get married, build a life together, start a family.”
"Yeah, in a way. That shawl I gave you? That's a bond shawl. It means you’re my main wife." Roz Taren flashed a quick grin. "So when I take more wives, you get to boss 'em around."
Stillness settled over her for a few seconds as she counted to ten…and then to twenty. Pushing up on her elbow to look down at him, she tried to keep a straight face as if they were merely discussing the weather. Her mind bounced back and forth between the red haze of anger and the green fog of jealousy. Untangling her legs from his, she debated between leaving and punching him. Leave? Punch? Her gaze slid to the door before turning back to him. Her fists were clenched, nails digging into her palms.
Breathe chica, don’t lose it yet. “ More wives?”
Roz looked at her, his expression serious. He had to be joking…surely? His lips quirked, then broke into a full, wide smile. A laugh followed right on its heels. "You should see your face. If I were serious, I'd be a dead man."
“Oh, so you’re joking? I thought jokes were supposed to be funny. So tell me? Do I get to have more husbands to see to my needs…if you’re to take on more wives?” she challenged, while staring him down.
He went still, but the smile was still on his face. "Oh, no, it only works like that for men. Women can only marry once in our culture.”
She was up in a flash, meaning to bolt out of the room, but she changed directions, a split second after gaining her feet. Spinning, she balled her fist and punched him in the stomach as hard as she could. He grunted, but she’d seen Roz and his men in training. For them, the hardest punch she could manage would be little more than a love tap. He lay on his back for a moment, watching her with a quizzical expression.
She sighed. Men, so dumb, whatever the species.
“ That’s for lying to me sweetums. Think I can’t tell when you’re lying? I don’t believe you! What a shit!” She carried on muttering and cursing a blue streak, gesturing wildly with her hands the entire time. “You’ve got some nerve…” She then went on to invent a few new combinations of curse words. “More wives my ass…”
Turning her back on him, she crossed her arms and prayed she hadn’t gone too far.
"Summer? Sweetheart, I was playing. You know you're the only woman for me," Roz said from behind her, his voice concerned.
Biting her lip hard to keep from giving away the fact that she was laughing instead of crying, she shook her head, sending her hair flying around her head and shoulders in denial. Of what though, she didn’t say. She wouldn’t let him off the hook that easily… As it was, her first instinct was to ask if he was okay…to check that she hadn’t really hurt him.
If he thought he was the only one that could play jokes of this sort, then he was wrong…though she would never intentionally hurt him. Not his heart, not ever. Making him sweat was different and completely acceptable. She waited, sensing his approach.
"Summer?"
Dropping her center of gravity lower than normal, she spun and shoved off from her back foot. There wasn’t much distance between them, so she had to put every bit of her weight behind the move. Wrapping her arms around his torso just above his waist, she tackled him. At the same time, she stepped behind one of his legs and pushed to fold it, hoping to knock him off balance…just enough.
He must’ve been surprised, because they ended up on the bed with her sprawled on top of him. Wasting no time, she aimed her fingers at his sides, his armpits, in an all-out assault. A search and destroy mission bent on one purpose—to tickle the heck out of him.
“You want something to laugh about? I’ll give you something to laugh about!” Smiling and giggling, she attacked him with a ruthlessness she’d reserved only for her brothers up to this point.
He lay on his back, trying to bat her hands away until he seemed to notice she wasn't trying to hit him. Leaning on his elbows, he looked at her in confusion. "What are you doing?"
Her giggles and smile faltered as it became clear he wasn’t laughing or squirming to escape her marauding fingers. Not only was he not laughing, he looked baffled by her actions. She stopped trying to tickle him, her hands coming to rest flat against his ribs.
“I’m tickling you…or at least I was trying to.” Holding his gaze, she tried to be ready, in case he was tricking her into dropping her guard. She wouldn’t put it past him to be sneaky that way.
His expression was still blank. "What’s tickling?"
Okay…that was most definitely a new one for her. Not only was he not ticklish, but he didn’t even know what it was. Holding her hands up, she mimed with her fingers how to tickle, as she tried to come up with a way to explain it.
“Umm…it’s something you do to someone to make them laugh. You wiggle or ‘tickle’ your fingers on different areas of their body to get them to laugh and squeal. If they’re ticklish, they can’t control their reaction, and they’ll laugh until you stop. For example—you can tickle babies to make them laugh when you want to see them look as cute as can be, or…” Summer rolled her eyes “…like my brothers did, you can use it to drive your little sister crazy, as a form of torture. It can be a lot of fun because most of the time, the person doing the tickling ends up laughing almost as much as the one getting tickled.”
Pouting a little, she asked. “You’ve never been tickled? Ever?”
A small smile on his face, he shook his head. "No...it's not something we do. Not that I know of anyway."
The penny dropped. He’d told her just after they were married that his culture was very different from hers. They'd never played as children because their parents hadn't. Brought up in a war, they didn't know how to. Doing something purely for amusement was as alien to him as handing explosives to a five-year-old so they could make mines, was to her.
Her heart ached. He’d told her bits and pieces about his childhood, merely enough for her to remember it didn’t sound as if it’d been all that happy. Abruptly, she felt like an idiot. “I’m sorry. I must seem pretty damned silly to you, huh?”
"No, not at all." He grinned suddenly, his expression mischievous. "I used to bunk off cleaning duty to go play in the woods. There were mines there to play with. I used to skip rocks over them."
Without warning, his hands wrapped around her tiny waist and he wiggled his fingers, digging them into her skin slightly.
Her incredulous expression changed instantly. She squealed, squirming to desperately evade his fingers. Sprawled on top of him the way she was, all she accomplished was to press herself harder against him. All grace gone, she practically screamed with laughter and gasped for air. “Stop…you…eee!”
He laughed in delight and kept up the assault. Yeah, he seemed to understand the appeal of tickling now. “Why?” he asked. “What's it worth?”
What the hell? Had he sprouted extra hands? Every direction she tried was blocked by strong fingers digging into her sides. Summer felt like an epileptic cat, rubbing against him in uncontrolled twitches.
“What’s—” she couldn’t work out whether to gasp, squeal or giggle, so she tried to do all three at once “—what’s what worth?” But she was laughing so hard, getting words out was nigh on impossible.
Straddling his hips, she used her legs to try to push off him. All she ended up doing was falling down on him again. Great. She’d smother him with her breasts if he didn’t let go soon. Death by C cup. What a way to go.
Pushing up so he could breathe again, she scrambled once more, but couldn’t get loose. Desperate times and all that, she ended up saying the worst thing ever. “Roz! Please…”giggles escaping her lips, she wiggled again and pleaded, “…anything! Anything you want.”
He grinned and flipped her onto her back, holding her down against the soft surface with his hard body. Capturing her hands with ease, he hauled them over her head. In a heartbeat, the light in his eyes went from teasing to red hot. "Anything?"
Breathing hard, she struggled to get her hands loose before the magnitude of what she’d said dawned on her. Anything? Wow, let’s chalk that one up under dumb things to say.
The heat in his gaze threatened to melt her on the spot. Fighting not to capitulate immediately, she racked her brain for something witty or sarcastic to say. Her gaze wandered over his face and came to rest on his lips. Relaxing, Summer shifted and brought her legs up to cradle his hips against hers.
“Whoa there, wildcat. Did I say anything? ” she scoffed, trying to gain control of the situation. She smiled wickedly, teasing him, coming within a micrometer from kissing him. Nuzzling his nose, she added in a breathy whisper, “I meant to say almost anything.”
Basking in the delicious heat coming off of him, she took it for herself…reshaped it, fed it and added to it…until what she returned to him was a barely contained inferno. Ever the one to play with fire when it came to Roz, she fanned the flames even higher. Rubbing against him sinuously, she didn’t back down, but met him head on.
*
Roz shook his head. She wasn’t getting off that easily. He tickled her again, then switched his position slightly to pin her under him. It was easier to control her squirming that way. As he moved, he pulled her leg up over his hip. The action of his fingers against her ribcage made her wiggle and buck, rubbing her crotch right against his straining erection.
Hissing, he sucked in a breath between his teeth. Dear Lady, he was hard. Even playing a child’s game, there was no denying he was hot for her. Hell, she could’ve been dressed in a garbage reclamation sack and he would’ve still found her stunning. There was just something about her that called to him, got under his skin and made him as hard as a rock.
Her laughter and squeals of protest increased in both volume and intensity. She hadn’t been kidding about a person being tickled not being able to control themselves. Her face flushed and her eyes darkened as she appeared to become aware of his reaction to her.
“Can’t breathe…please!”
Pausing, he spread his fingers wide over her ribs holding her in place. There were much better things he’d like to hear her beg for, so he decided to give her a reprieve…and began a new sort of assault. His digits grazed the underside of her breasts. He figured it was now her turn to suck in a breath. Hunger for her hammered at Roz as she gazed up at him all wide-eyed and utterly intoxicating.
“Care to rephrase? I’m pretty sure you did say… anything. Don’t try to get out of it now.”
There she is! Roz watched in fascination as she switched from trying to evade and escape to engage and entice. Similar to the thrill of chasing down something wild, some rare creature…then suddenly, have it turn to face the very thing hunting it. He wondered who was hunting whom at the moment.
His little firebird stood her ground…or rather stopped squirming to get away from him. Instead, she tightened her leg around his hip and ground herself against him. “ Anything— is reserved for men that don’t talk about taking more wives.”
He arched an eyebrow, enjoying the verbal sparring just as much as the sensual touching. He never knew where he stood with her, when she would melt in his arms, or react differently. It was like holding a tiger by the tail…so utterly addictive.
“Well…I have a short attention span. As long as you keep me occupied, why would I need another wife?”
Something flashed in the depths of her green eyes. Anger? Passion? He really pushed her buttons.
“Short attention span? So now, I have to keep you occupied in order to stop you from taking another wife?”
The glare she aimed at Roz had him wondering if he’d gone too far in his teasing, until she snaked her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. The first brush of her full lips against his own sent his heart rate soaring into the danger zone.
“Buddy boy, when I’m finished with you, you won’t have the energy to move, let alone even think about taking another wife. Besides…” she arched up, pressing her firm breasts against his chest as she nibbled on his lips “…I’ve already told you… I. Will. Not. Share. You.” Each word was emphasized with a kiss, lick or nibble. “Ever.”
She bit his lip hard enough to sting, but before he could pull back, her mouth opened beneath his. The kiss she gave him scorched in its intensity and threatened to consume him. Their tongues danced a mad tango together—sliding, advancing and retreating. A quick flick here, a stabbing thrust there.
He groaned and took over before she could drive him over the edge. Crushing her soft mouth against his, his continued to slide his tongue along hers. The roll of his hips against her feminine core had the desired effect he wanted, and she immediately stopped her teasing. He was male, a warrior…there was only so much he could take.
“Promise.” His demand was a harsh one, whispered against her lips as he divested her of her clothing. It didn’t take long—she didn’t wear much in their quarters. In mere seconds, she was spread naked beneath him, and he lost all power of logical thought.
“I promise, Angel.” Her voice was breathless and so damned sexy. Her hands skimmed along the muscles of his chest and abdomen, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She reached between them and caressed his throbbing cock through the fabric of his combat pants. He pressed into her hand, loving the way she touched him. “Get them off now…I want to touch you,” she demanded, stroking harder.
He couldn’t get the pants off quick enough. Rolling to his back, he pushed it down his hips and kicked it off. He never wore underwear, a fact he’d never been happier about as he dragged his wife on top of him, with a chuckle of delight and desire.
“Touch all you like, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere.”
His cock jerked as she traced her fingertips lightly along the shaft. She already knew every inch of his body, but each time she touched him, it was as if she wanted to commit every single detail to memory again. Enclosing his length in her hand, she stroked him from tip to hilt, testing his will to let her explore him. Sucking in a breath, he squeezed his eyes shut when she cupped and caressed his balls.
“Does that feel good?” He felt her nuzzle the side of his neck a moment before she ran her tongue from his collar bone to his ear. “I can make it feel better.”
Another long, wet lick, but this one slid along the edge of his jaw. All the while, her hands kept moving, driving him to distraction, squeezing and stroking him with infinite care. “Tell me what you want, baby,” she teased.
Tell her what he wants? He could barely manage to think, let alone marshal a sentence. A groan fell from his lips as he wrapped her long hair around his fist, pulling her even closer to him. “You. Touching me.”
Summer’s lips came down on his, relieving him from having to say anymore. She kissed him deeply, the way he loved. Hell, even her cute butterfly kisses made his heart lose its normal rhythm, but when she kissed him like this…well…she stole his heart and soul. Holding her tight, he lost all sense of time and space beyond her.
The feel of her body rubbing all over him was almost too much to bear. As she straddled his hips, he could feel the heat and dampness from her hot little pussy. His cock leapt, aching viciously at being so close to where it belonged. Where it could stretch her until she cried out in ecstasy from being filled…
Just as he reached for her, she moved. Growling at her, he started in surprise when she shushed him. “Shh…you said I could touch you all I like.” Her lips blazed a trail down his chest, pausing to lick and suck at his flat nipple until it stood at attention. Just like the rest of him, it begged for her ministrations.
“I like very much.” Rolling his eyes back in his head, he clenched his teeth at the feel of her mouth traveling down his body.
“One hundred twenty-seven…” she murmured along his tightened abs.
Her words took him by surprise. “Huh? What?”
Her catlike eyes flashed up at him from under long lashes, and a thick fall of blonde hair. Smiling, she informed him, “That’s how many beauty marks—” Kiss. Lick. Nip. “—you have. I’ve counted them all…know where each one is.”
The fact that she knew such a small, but intimate thing about his body filled Roz’s heart to bursting. And the fact that she steadily worked her way down his stomach won the approval of his straining cock. He went still as she flicked her tongue along the blade of his hip.
“And which one is your favorite?”
Running her teeth along the same spot she’d just licked, she glanced up again. Gripping him with her long fingers, she was stroking him again. Feeling her breath on him, he moaned and lifted up toward her, his body demanding her full attention.
“I have many. The one at the corner of your mouth. The one above your lip. The one under your left nipple.” Her free hand roamed up to pinch right above said beauty mark. “I love all of them. You look as if an angel took a handful of stars from the heavens and cast them upon you. You’re so beautiful to me.”
His entire body shook when she finally leaned in to run her tongue along his rigid shaft. She flirted with his length, her lips and tongue torturing him before she swept across the broad head. Fisting his hands in her hair, he fought the urge to hold her still and thrust into her mouth. His control frayed, even as he marveled at the depth of her love and devotion.
Cursing, he threw his head back as her hot, wet mouth settled over him. Everything centered on the sensations she dragged out of him with each strong suck—each long lick from base to tip. Brushing her hair back from her face, Roz watched her take him deep into her mouth. The sight of her full lips stretched wide around his thick cock pushed him to the limit of his control. Her gaze met his as she moaned around him and suckled him harder, deeper.
“Fuck, that’s…oh Lady!” His response was short and eloquent. He couldn’t take much of this…this…torment. Gritting his teeth, he closed his eyes to shut out the erotic images of his wife taking him deeper than she ever had before. But it couldn’t be helped. His mind’s eye filled in all the details from the delicious sensations she afforded him.
Heat pooled in his balls and tightened in a band of fire around his cock. The big vein on the underside pulsed with his need. He was going to come. Grimly, he started to recite the nine times tables in his head. He didn’t want this to end so quickly.
Unbidden, his hips began thrusting up to meet her hungry mouth as she continued working him. She shifted, sliding her arm under his ass to hold on to him, her nails digging into his skin. Her head bobbed as she sucked on his cock greedily, as if she couldn’t get enough. If her moans were any indication, she enjoyed this as much as he did. Okay…not even close, but she acted as if she loved every minute of it.
He wanted it to go on forever, to prolong it, but she urged him on with her every action. His eyes almost crossed as she slid her mouth toward the tip of him and ran her tongue around the rim of the swollen head before flicking the sensitive slit at the end. Down she went again. Up. Down. Up. Down. Up.
“Fucking hell…” he gasped, hitting the back of her throat.
She moved, lifting her bottom up into the air as she rose to her knees. Ass in the air, head lowered over him, she moaned again. “Mmm.”
Fuck me. She sounded as if she were about to come, just from sucking him off. The pleasure grew until it felt like his head was going to literally come off. Gasping, he pulled her off of him.
“Sorry, babe. I can’t take anymore.” He slowly pulled her up the length his body, enjoying the slide of skin on skin as he tried to calm down. This was the trouble whenever he was with Summer. He was like a green youth with his first woman, ready to come within minutes. And each time it would start over again, because he could never get enough of her.
“Umm…okay.” The way she curled into him, without saying another word, made him do a double take.
“Hey, what’s wrong, baby?” Tucking a finger under her chin, he tilted her face up so he could see her.
“You should’ve let me finish. I wanted to. I love you, Roz. I wanted to make you feel the way…the way you make me feel.” She smiled and caressed his face. Still, he could sense something was off with her.
Suddenly, she buried her face in his neck and muttered something he couldn’t quite discern. “What?” he asked.
“Nothing…I just said you’ve turned me into a bloody nymphomaniac!”
He chuckled, a small delighted sound as her confession fed his male pride. After all, what man didn’t like to hear that his woman couldn’t get enough of him?
Carefully, and oh-so-slowly, he rolled on top of her. He’d taken her in every position he could think of, and in every location possible without getting caught by security. But he liked nothing more than feeling her beneath him, sheltering her from the rest of the world as they came together.
“I love the way you make me feel, sweetheart. Every time you touch me, you make me feel as though I’m the luckiest man alive.”
Smoothing his hand down her thigh, he hooked the back of her knee and drew her leg up. A quick shift of his hips and he was there, the broad head of his cock pressed against the hot, slick entrance to her body. With a groan, he sank into her.
“Ohh…” Her moan got lost as he fastened his mouth over hers, kissing her, branding her as his.
Already, she moved under him, writhing in ways that slid her silky skin against his. The hard tips of her nipples pressed into his chest as he held her tight. Every point of contact between their bodies tingled and hummed, as if in recognition of the other. A few hard thrusts into her tight pussy and he was seated to the hilt. Deep inside, his cock throbbed as the walls of her channel clenched down tightly around him. Flexing and pumping his hips, he drove into her welcoming heat.
Her moans and whimpers spurred him on, knowing each stroke drove her closer to ecstasy. Underneath him, she arched her body and rolled her hips, as if seeking more from him. Happy to oblige her, Roz rolled his own, grinding his pelvis against her, rubbing her clit at the same time. She went wild, scratching his back and digging her fingernails into his ass.
Hissing at the pleasure-pain from her scoring his skin, her gasps and growled curses were almost lost on him as he still reeled from her reaction. Biting his lip, he stared at her. Face flushed passionately and slightly damp, she seemed unaware she’d inadvertently picked up one of his more colorful profanities…and uttered it in Sargosian.
Saucy minx!
Desire clouded her beautiful green eyes as she gazed back at him. She lifted her deliciously curved hips up, straining to meet him, matching him stroke for stroke. Lady love her, he gave her what she asked for. He couldn’t do anything less.
Upping the pace, he slid out of her, and then slammed back in with a power he knew she loved. He used everything he had, tuned in to her every moan and whimper, her every shiver and tremble, using them as clues to drive her higher and higher until she reached the edge.
Ruthlessly, he kept his own body in check. His pleasure would come later, after he’d seen to hers. She was his life, his everything. Given to him by Lady Goddess, what else could he do but worship the gift he’d been given? His teasing words about taking another wife had been just that—words. He had no room in his heart, or his life, for anyone but her.
Burying his face against her neck as he moved over her, he nipped gently at the tender flesh there. “I love you.”
Her entire body reacted to his declaration as she curved and arched to get closer to him. Another wave of liquid heat bathed him. He felt her heart pounding just under her breast where she pressed herself to him. Was it his imagination or did the rhythm of her heart match his? Her lips brushed his ear, her ardent words breathy and uttered between gasps as he sank ever deeper into her. “I love you...I’ll love you forever, Roz.”
She brought her legs up high, wrapping them around his waist. The change in angle, though slight, was enough so he felt the first tremors of her orgasm the same time she did. It hit her hard, taking her over, and still, he didn’t let up, thrusting faster, deeper. Her pussy clenched down on his engorged, hypersensitive cock, rolling and pulsing with her pleasure.
Breathing hard, he urged her on. “That’s it baby, let go. Come for me.”
“Ohh…ahh…baby… Roz! ”
He watched as her climax hit her harder than usual, coming in wave after wave, shaking her slender frame almost violently as she came apart in his arms, screaming his name. With a groan, he released the iron control he had on his body, holding her tight as he joined his wife in sheer ecstasy.
A short time later, when their breathing had returned to normal and they held each other close, both satisfied, at least, for the moment…Summer leaned over to kiss him softly on the lips. “Roz?”
Opening his eyes, he met her languorous gaze. Reaching out, he caressed her face, tucking a loose, golden strand of hair behind her ear.
“Yeah, baby?”
She smiled wide at him, and whispered, “Anything.”
The End.
About Mina Carter:
Mina Carter was born and raised in Middle Earth (otherwise known as the Midlands, England). After a slew of careers ranging from logistics to land-surveying she can now be found in the wilds of Leicestershire with her husband and young daughter…the true boss of the family.
Suffering the curse of eternal curiosity Mina never tires of learning new skills which has led to Aromatherapy, Corsetry, Chain-maille making, Welding, Canoeing, Shooting, and pole-dancing to name but a few. A veteran Star Trek RPGer, she’s run both games and groups of games but now finds her home in Bravo Fleet, one of the internet’s oldest Star Trek simm groups.
She juggles being a mum, working full time and writing, tossing another ball in the air with her cover artwork. For Mina, writing time is the wee hours of the morning before anyone wakes up and starts making demands, or any spare minute that can be begged, bought or conned.
Her first stories were penned at age 11, when she used a stationery set meant for Christmas thank you letters to write stories instead. More recently, she wrote for her own amusement and to save on outrageous monthly book bills. Now she’s totally addicted and needs her daily writing fix or heads roll!
About Bethany J. Barnes:
A fiery-tempered stay at home mom by day, Bethany J. Barnes is really a superhero in disguise. Equally at home creating fantastical worlds and the men and women who inhabit them, or driving armed across county to collect a hot male (her gorgeous horse, Tristan), she’ll happily wrestle rattlesnakes, rescue baby owls or perform strenuous casting tests for male leads in her stories. An active RPGer, B.J. (as she’s called by close friends) is equally happy writing hot paranormal or steamy sci-fi, and is the mainstay of many online games. An accomplished photographer, B.J.’s specialties are scenic, portrait, concert, rodeo and equine photography. She’s dabbled in wedding photography, but has no patience for Bridezillas.
A self-described romance writing, photograph taking, horseback riding, book reading, movie watching, music listening lunatic, she dreads writing about herself and would rather write about hot, muscled heroes and the heroines that are strong enough to stand up to them.
Some of the varied jobs she’s had include: running her mother’s dog boarding business at the early age of seventeen, video store clerk (fed her movie addiction), model, auto detailer, veterinary technician for a large and small animal clinic (horses, dogs, cats and even a few camels once!), rattlesnake catcher (for relocation), horse trainer, riding instructor, horse transporter, executive assistant, photographer and now finally, author.
Now living on the outskirts of a small town near Boise, Idaho, she’s accomplished at least two of her lifelong dreams: The first one was to design her dream barn for her beloved horses, Devon, Tristan and Ransom. The second dream was to become an author. She lives with her husband, son, twin daughters, three cats, three horses and one dog.
“Taming The Wildcat,” the first book in the “Sargosian Chronicles,” is her first book, co-authored with best friend Mina Carter.
Please visit Bethany at: http://bj-barnes.com