against her sensitive skin. "If I don't feel your long, hard cock inside me soon, I'm going to combust. I rarely say this, but tonight, screw the foreplay."
Kian released her nipple to look into her face. His pupils were wide, as if he were about to pounce. "I was going to do that, but now that you've ordered me to, I'm going to tease you until I have you begging for my cock."
Before she could say anything, he ripped open her jeans and tugged them off, forcing her to use both hands to balance. The next second, her panties were scraps of lace on the floor. He pressed her thighs wide and forced her to bend her knees and put her feet on the table.
Kian ran his hands up and down her thighs, staring at her exposed flesh. "I need just a taste."
He bent over and gave a slow lick up her pussy, ending with a gentle flick of her clit. She arched her back, but then his tongue was gone, replaced with a finger.
"Watch me, Trinity."
She stared down at her pussy, watching him move in and out of her. He adjusted his angle and she moaned as he hit her g-spot.
"Baby, you're wet, but not wet enough." He removed his finger and traced around her folds, then lower. "But I know how to fix that." He massaged her asshole, teasing her.
Then he kissed her at the same time he pressed hard enough to enter the small, puckered flesh. Pleasure shot through her and she broke the kiss to whisper, "Kian."
"Like that, do you, my dirty little mate?"
He then thrust his fingers a few times, and her pussy started to drip onto his hand. "Fuck, Kian, yes."
The next instant, his finger was gone, and Trinity growled. "Continue to tease me but not deliver, and you'll see why payback's a bitch."
"Oh, I'll deliver. But I want to have a little fun with you first. You know how cats like to play with their prey."
She growled. His deliberate teases were frustrating the hell out of her. If he didn't fuck her soon, she'd combust.
Even so, she'd get her payback first. She glanced down to Kian's cock, which was curled up against his belly. She wanted to suck it deep and torture him as much as he had tortured her.
But to do it, she needed to catch him off guard. Trinity had an idea; she moved her hands and feet a fraction to ensure she didn't fall off the table, and then she lifted her body up. She arched until her belly pointed toward the ceiling.
Kian sucked in a breath and fingered her slit. But the next second, Trinity flipped over and landed in a crouch on the other side of the table.
Sometimes it was good to have the grace and flexibility of a cat.
One second Kian had been rubbing his finger in Trinity's wetness, and the next, she'd flipped onto the floor behind the table. The sight of her graceful, toned—and naked—body in the air was almost something out of his fantasies, and his dick let out a few drops of precum.
While he'd had a list of dirty things to do to his mate, he liked surprises. He could tell Trin wanted to play, so he would play.
She remained crouched on the floor, and Kian readied his stance in preparation for her next move.
To distract her, he grabbed his cock and slowly pulled up and down. Trin's eyes flickered to the movement, and he dove under the table. He managed to touch her ankle, but it wasn't enough—she slipped out of his grasp and dashed toward their bedroom.
He strode to the room and paused outside the door. Since the room was built inside the mountain, there were no windows to worry about. And there was only one closet, which was too full for her to hide inside. That left one option—the moment he walked into the room Trinity would try to tackle him from the side.
The thought of Trinity's warm body pressed against his as they tumbled on the floor made his cock throb.
But there was no fun in too-easily giving in to his mate. Kian braced himself for the attack and walked into the room. Trinity tackled him from the left, and because of his lame right leg, he couldn't steady himself and they tumbled to the