**This is an explicit version of a chapter from the story Lustful Temptations]**
Chapter Three:
I took my time cleaning myself of the blood that was on my human form and my leopard form. I know that cats hate water, but it was a necessity. I had to be good if I wanted to get my...treats.
After I finished cleaning myself I walked into my small room to see Rick standing there stroking my wolf while refusing to let him release. y wolf howled, whimpered, and growled his response to Rick's actions. I slowly strode to my bed and released Rick from his duty. He placed his fist over his heart and bowed, the respectful greeting, and left the room.
I looked to my naked wolf and instantly reacted in the most natural way. He was beautiful, feral, but beautiful. I got onto the bed and slowly crawled over to him. My body was calling to his as I slowly made my way to him. His cock needed no help standing up as his wholehearted attention was on me and my naked body. He hissed as I pressed our bodies together. I purred as I felt his hard erection pressing against mine. My body was on fire and I couldn't stop what I was doing.
I leaned in close and he growled. I hissed at him and we stared at each other. He was not ready for emotional contact and I respected that. Who could blame him? He was locked up to be alone and punished. I became glad that I...relinquished the old alpha from his duties.
I went lower on my wolf and faced his hard member. I was curious about the texture and taste, oh how I had wanted to taste him for so long. I could remember the times that I would lay in bed thinking of this mysterious male that was locked up. I looked at his body and felt my straining erection. It was harder than it was when I would masturbate to the memories of this beautiful male.
I licked my way up his shaft. I felt ever vein on his throbbing cock. I finally reached the top of his hard cock and licked the slit. He growled and I purred as his pre-come came out drop by drop, to my pleasure. I brought my hand to his thick base and squeezed. He growled once again and I found it erotic. I had to taste more and didn't want to waste a single drop. I closed my mouth over him.
I heard him grown and strain against the ropes that were holding him. I slid back up to the tip of his cock and swallowed the head once again. He tried to get more into my mouth, but I didn't let him. I looked up and admonished him, "Do that again and I'll stop." I took his head into my mouth once again and I pulled away, squeezing the base of his hard cock. I looked up at him.
He made whimpering sounds and I could have melted right there as the sounds found their way into my loving heart, but I didn't let them affect me yet. I could let them claim me when I've finished taming him. I stared into his eyes and said, "Are you going to behave?" He nodded, whimpering.
I leaned back down to his hard rod and loosened the grip I had on his thick muscle. My mouth engulfed his helmet once again and sucked in deep. I lapped at the slit and he whimpered. I looked back up and he was moving his head side to side in sweet torturous pleasure. I slide down an inch of his shaft, feeling the velvety skin against my mouth. My tongue lashed at the interesting texture of this cock.
I had never had never sucked a cock before and I wanted to bask in the feeling of having this man's hard tool in my mouth. I relished in the fact that I could give him the most intense pleasure he had ever felt. I wanted to be sure he wouldn't forget this moment, the moment when we would be connected and joined as one.
I took another inch of his hard cock and his thrashing became more and more violent. I could see he was desperately trying not to thrust himself into my mouth and I rewarded him with allowing another inch. I desperately used my tongue to taste every bit of him and I felt like I was dining in a five-star-restaurant. The appetizer was delicious and I was anticipating the main course and the dessert.
I lapped at the slit, tasting the exploding flavors on my tongue as I tasted my mate and became more feral. I wanted more of this and more of him. I took more and more of his hard thick cock and allowed it to slip into my throat. I heard him groan in pleasure and he thrust the rest of him inside. I allowed him to do that since I wanted to taste more of his hard length. I craved to taste more and more as I got to sample every juice that came from this hard flesh.
I slid back up, as I needed air, and felt the velvet feel of the delicate skin that protected the muscle that would soon enter me. My body slowly became a walking inferno. My temperature rose and I felt like the heat would melt me, but his skin was the cure to my passionate heat and I gave in. I allowed my body's lust to take over and allow my instincts as a mate to take over and pleasure the man I want to be with forever.
I took his cock into my mouth once again. I went up and down, sucking his cock, using my tongue to taste every inch of his beautiful flesh. He was divine. Everything about him was divine and I was enthralled by the beautiful sounds of pleasure he was releasing from his throat. I wanted to hear more and I felt compelled to give him more and more until he was at the edge.
He was so close, so close that a few seconds later he would have come, had I not stopped and squeezed the base to stop his release. He started thrashing and struggling. He growled at me in anger and I squeezed the base harder. He whimpered. I looked him in the eyes once again.
"Do you not want to be in me?" He whimpered once again and I leaned up. My face was close to his and I waited for him to kiss me. When he didn't I pressed my lips to his. He didn't react and I was disappointed. I pulled back and he growled at me. I looked down and shame shot through me.
Maybe he doesn't want me as a mate. Maybe I'm not good enough. I...I've dreamed of him for so long that I'd been yearned for his touch. Everything came spiraling down the tube as I moved back to his cock and finished him off. I allowed him to release in my mouth and he became sated and sank into my bed. I swallowed his seed and allowed his limp member to fall flaccid on his stomach.
I went to my bed posts and released his hands. He pulled them back and looked at me shocked. He looked confused and bewildered. He was probably wondering what I was doing. I explained, "I'm your mate...I don't want you hurt. I just want you to have peace here. I know you don't want me, so I'll leave. I'm sorry for being not what you expected." I ran out of the room with tears building in my eyes.
They stung until I made it to my secret place, crying my eyes out as I thought about the ultimate rejection he had just given me, the rejection of intimacy.
