Chapter 20: Chapter 20

MYRA

When the initial shock of pain disappeared, all Myra’s senses were overwhelmed as Sloan completely marked her as his.

She tilted her head to provide Sloan with more room as his teeth sank deeper into her neck. His act of claiming her almost shoved Myra over the orgasmic edge.

Sloan removed his teeth from her neck and licked the spot to close the wounds his teeth had created, then pulled his fingers out of her body. Myra groaned once again as her would-be orgasm fled from her.

“No!!” she complained, hitting the wall.

“That’s two,” he gloated, kissing the tender, marked skin on her neck.

“Sloan…,” she whispered, leaning in to his exploring mouth.

He chuckled. “One more, angel. To be fair, you brought this on yourself.”

“You are a mean man!”

“Says the woman now sporting my mark.” He smiled, reaching for the soap, and quickly washed their bodies. Once they were both clean, he turned off the water and kissed Myra’s frowning brow.

“My intention wasn’t to mark you in the shower but you are just so damn cute…and perfect.”

He grabbed a fluffy towel and dried their bodies before picking her up and carrying her back into the bedroom.

“I do have legs, you know.”

“I know. I can’t wait for them to be wrapped around my waist,” he said proudly, causing Myra to roll her eyes. “What was that?” he asked darkly, narrowing his gaze at her.

“Nothing… Oh, what’s that?” she said, changing the topic and pointing to a gift-wrapped box sitting on the bed. Sloan placed her next to the box, and she quickly plucked the note off the bow.

~To Sloan and Myra, may what’s inside help spice up the night. Love, Megan~

“Oh God,” Myra groaned as Sloan carefully unwrapped the box and opened it. ~By all that is holy…please be a simple gift.~

There was white tissue paper folded around something. She waited nervously as Sloan parted the paper and pulled out a folded piece of pink silk.

Sloan smirked, opening up the teddy before setting it off to the side. He reached into the box again.

“Oh ho ho…” He laughed. “I just figured out punishment number three.” He smiled, pulling out a small, black, egg-like device.

Myra’s eyes widened, and she was positive she was glowing with embarrassment.

~I am going to kill Megan~, Myra thought, plotting different ways to end her best friend’s life.

She watched as Sloan quickly switched the vibrator on and off, testing the different speeds before he brought it up to his nose. He deeply inhaled and Myra could have sworn his eyes got whiter.

“It even smells like you. Is this yours?”

“Umm…well…you see…,” she stammered.

“Don’t lie to me,” he growled.

“Yes, it’s mine, like you don’t already know it…but I don’t know how Megan found it.” She pouted, folding her arms over her chest.

“Lie back,” he ordered, pushing the box off the bed. “You can wear the teddy some other time because I already have you naked.”

Myra sighed heavily and lay back, leaving her legs dangling off the side of the bed. She then heard the soft vibrations of the egg switching on again.

First he placed it on one nipple then the next before slowly creeping down her stomach. She giggled as the vibrating pulse passed over her navel.

She felt him kiss a pathway after the egg before resting it directly on her clit. She almost jumped out of her skin as the egg danced over her piercing.

“Would you look at that? Weeping for me already,” Sloan teased before disappearing between her legs.

She shifted her body in an attempt to get a clearer view, but Sloan quickly snatched the vibrator away from her and abruptly ended all stimulation.

“Sloan…”

“Lay back down, angel…you don’t need to see to enjoy.”

She dropped onto the bed in annoyance, but it was short-lived as the pulsing vibrations of the egg once again started tormenting her bud.

She felt Sloan using his free hand to place her legs on his shoulders before his tongue slipped into her weeping pussy.

“YES!!” she screamed, overpowered by the dual stimulation of his tongue and the vibrator. She gathered handfuls of the bedsheets as stars clouded her vision.

Her two previously failed orgasms returned suddenly, threatening to erupt from her body. “Sloan…right there!” she groaned, grinding her hips into his face.

~Am I still ‘meh’?~ Sloan’s angry thoughts echoed clearly in her head. ~Am I?~

“GOD…NO!”

Sloan chuckled, fueling the multiple delicious sensations occurring between her legs.

It was then that she felt the tickle brushes of his beard on the sides of her thighs and the spot between her pussy and ass. This stimulation only added to the orgasmic ascension she was riding.

“Just a little more…,” she begged, nearing the peak, ready to toss herself over the edge when Sloan’s twirling tongue disappeared from inside her.

“NO!!!” She tried closing her legs on him, but her protests were cut short when Sloan slammed his hard cock inside her and stilled.

“Sweet baby Jesus…,” she hissed at the sudden feeling of fulfillment. She was going to break, for sure.

“Ready?” he asked through clenched teeth.

The egg was perched on top of her clit, prolonging her orgasmic turmoil while Sloan gently swirled his hips, pushing his cock in a little further.

“Hold onto the egg, sweetheart…this is going to be a fast, rough ride,” he said, easing his cock out before slamming back into her.

Myra released the bedsheet and fumbled to grab hold of the egg as Sloan jackhammered into her. “Like a fucking glove!”

“Faster!”

“Your wish…is…my…command!” Sloan grunted, pounding into her.

“SLOAN!!” she screamed as she finally tipped over the edge. She gasped and shuddered as her body’s reflexes kicked into overdrive. Strangely, one of her legs twitched like an electrical charge was running through her body.

Instead of slowing down, Sloan continued pumping his cock into her. The sound of their skins slapping together changed as it sounded wetter.

“My beautiful squirter!” Sloan complimented, releasing her legs and pulling her up so that he could sit on the bed. The change in position drove him deeper into her.

“Oh my God!”

“Ride me, babe,” he moaned, taking the egg from her and tossing it on the bed behind them. Using his shoulder as an anchor, Myra started moving up and down on his hard member.

Sloan licked a bead of sweat that rolled down one of her breasts before he latched onto her nipple.

Her breathing increased as she ground her hips into his. She felt Sloan’s member increase in width, indicating that he was nearing his own release.

As if her body had sensed his impending orgasm, she felt another orgasm of her own creeping up on her. She combed her fingers through his damp hair and pulled his head to the side, exposing his neck.

“Cum for me, baby,” she whispered, gazing into his eyes. She saw his eyes glaze over and chose that moment to sink her own canines into his neck.

Sloan groaned and lost all control. She felt his claws dig into her butt cheeks as he rammed her down on his lap.

“Fuck!” he howled, flooding her with his warm release. He buckled under her, triggering her own orgasm. She kept her teeth embedded in his neck as she rode out both of their orgasms.

On the last wave, she removed her teeth and licked his neck to close the wounds her teeth made. “You marked me, angel…I’m yours.”

“All mine,” she said, kissing him deeply. She giggled when Sloan rolled them onto the bed.

“Again…,” he growled. Myra realized his cock was still hard as iron and pulsing inside her, ready to go.