The Taming of a Vixen Ch. 12-14

He lifted his head, his face glistening with her juices, smiling up at her as she laid panting and shivering. "You taste so sweet," he said, his hands softly stroking her body.

His mouth found a hard nipple, his tongue slipping over it, tasting her flesh.

He could feel the heat of her wet cunt against his cock, he could feel the wetness of her enveloping him as he pushed inside of her.

Alyssa cried out as he stretched her so wonderfully, filling her slowly until she thought she'd go mad with the sensations. Her hands caressed his chest, stroked his back, slid down to his slowly moving buttocks and slipped over them. Her mind was spinning with the pleasure he was bringing her, feeling the heated friction of his thrusts, hearing his grunts as he plowed into her.

She could smell the scent of his skin mixed with the heady scent of arousal and sex that permeated the room.

Her body moved under him, her hands grasping and holding him, feeling her need spiral until she was jerking up against him, her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him even tighter. His lips found hers, his tongue a wild flame inside her mouth and then he pulled away again, his eyes glittering as he stared down at her.

It didn't take long; they were both too anxious, too needful to wait or to take their time. Jason thrust inside of her, his cock plundering her depths even as she pushed against him. He heard the keening cry, felt her velvety wet sheath contract around him, the muscles milking his cock. Her hands were claws, her nails digging half moon welts into his back.

Pleasure engulfed him, flames of ecstasy that lapped at his spine. Relief flooded him as he felt his cock swell and then rope after rope of hot come shot deep inside of her. He held himself rigid above her, his body shaking with tension as he emptied himself.

And then he collapsed, barely holding his weight off her. His arms shook, his eyes closed as he tried to catch his breath and calm the racing of his heart.

She'd been as wonderful as he remembered, more so because now she was his and his alone.

He lifted his head, feeling her hands stroking slowly down his back, gently, tenderly holding him. Her eyes were closed, a small smile upon her lush lips.

He stared down at her, and suddenly he knew. He knew as if someone had whispered in her ear. If she found out, if she somehow found out about his duplicity? It would be over, he would lose her.

Fear gripped his stomach, twisted it and wrapped like icy fingers around his heart. He couldn't lose her. He wouldn't lose her.

"Alyssa," he breathed, waiting until she opened her eyes and looked at him. "I love you."

Chapter Thirteen

The words were so unexpected, the emotion behind them so fierce that for a moment, Alyssa could not speak through her shock. Jason's eyes remained locked to hers and she knew she should echo his sentiments. But the words would not come, despite the fact that there most certainly was never a more appropriate time for them. And then the moment passed as Jason rolled to his back, pulling her to him, his fingers rubbing gently against her arm.

She cradled her head on his shoulder, savoring the way he made her feel, savoring the sound of those words, though she couldn't return them to him. She was still so confused, and his lovemaking, while spectacular, had confused her more.

"You're making my headache, darling," he said lightly, touching her brow with his fingertips and easing the furrows that had grown there without her knowing. "Perhaps these thoughts are too deep to have upon a wedding night. You should not be frowning so. You should only be thinking of how wonderful I am. You should be sending praise to the Gods for the talents they've given me, that just one touch of my little finger can send you into ecstasy."

Alyssa laughed, knowing he was purposely trying to lighten the mood. She couldn't help but wonder if he were hurt by her inability to say those same back to him.

"I was just waiting until I got my breath back, Jason. You are so exceedingly talented that you stole it away." She lifted her head, staring down at him. "I hope I didn't disappoint you," she said suddenly, ducking her head a little and biting her lip.

"Oh, my love, if you'd been much better, I probably wouldn't have survived."

He laughed as she blushed, pulling her close and hugging her to him. The feel of her body pressed against his set his blood to boiling again, but he made the effort to ignore it, knowing she had to be tired after the day they'd just had.

Alyssa kissed his shoulder, her tongue sneaking out to lap at the salty taste of his skin. She was content with the match she had made, more than content actually. Her thigh rested across his and she shifted slightly, rubbing her silken flesh against his hairy legs, enjoying the contrast and how it made her feel.

His hand came down to her knee, holding it and moving her leg more fully over his. "Um, careful love, you don't want to unman me on our wedding night. How could I send you into screaming fits of bliss if you were to do so?"

"Screaming fits of bliss?" she asked him, her brow arching under the red of her hair. "Is that what you did earlier?"

"Well, you were here for the bliss part and my ears are still ringing from the screaming bit, so, yes," he said, nodding his head, smiling widely.

He looked like such a little boy, with that wide smile and his dark hair falling over his forehead, mussed by her hands, she couldn't help but laugh. "Yes, Jason," she said, putting just the right amount of 'yes, dear' into her voice. "You are so right, dear husband."

His eyes narrowed and then suddenly she was flat upon her back, his hands on her ribs, tickling madly against her skin. She screamed and squirmed, her body writhing under him. "Say I am the best lover in the world," he ordered, his hands stilling on her sides.

"Y...you are t...the best," she panted, little spurts of giggles still coming from between her lips.

"And Teddy said you couldn't be an obedient wife..."

"What?!" she cried, pushing him off her and rising over him. Her legs straddled his hips, her hands coming out to hold him down.

She squeaked as his hands went to her waist, lifting her easily and finding the heated core of her, impaling her upon his hard cock. He grinned as she stared down at him, her eyes glazing with pleasure, her fisted hands opening to knead into his flesh. "I just wanted to get you to ride, love," he whispered, rocking her gently over him, feeling her body open, soften to him, surround him with wet, hot ripples that made his heart race.

Her thighs flexed, raising her until he was barely inside then sliding back down slowly, until she took every long inch of him. He filled her so wonderfully, so completely, the glowing brand of his cock seeming to sear her with pleasure from the inside. His hands lifted to her sensitive breasts, his fingers pulling upon her hard nipples, twisting them, cupping the smooth weight of her breasts. He kneaded them gently, craving the moans that came from between her lush lips.

She was a vision, her skin dappled in shadow from the flickering light of the candles. Her head was thrown back, her teeth nibbling on her bottom lip with a sensuality that had him gasping. Her hair was loose, thrown back, long strands clinging to the veil of perspiration on her skin. She rode him languorously, shivering as she pushed herself closer to pleasure.

Just watching her gave him more joy than he'd ever had. Feeling her surrounding him, her heat, the scent of her arousal, the softness of her skin; these had him wishing for things he'd never thought to wish for before. He wanted it all now, the marriage and children, coming home to her, seeing her nursing their child, loving a child that was part of them both. He wanted to have her in his bed every night, in the afternoons, mornings, whenever he could whisk her away to their chamber. He wanted to grow old with her and know that every year had been better than the one prior.

But most importantly, he wanted her love.

"Jason," she moaned, her hands tracing up his shoulders as she let herself down on top of his chest. "You aren't paying attention, husband."

The sensation of her breasts pressing into his chest woke him out of his thoughts and he grabbed her hips, hands sliding around until he filled his palms with the curves of her bottom, pulling her against him harder.

"Is that better, love?"

"Oh, yes," she lisped, her eyes closing as the pleasure grew.

His fingers slipped between those soft globes of flesh, sliding over the soft crevice between, slipping over the puckered rosebud. She gasped and he smiled darkly, circling his finger there while she squirmed on top of him, every movement just one more sensuous bit of torment.

"What are you doing, Jason?" she cried, fighting the pleasure as she tried to move away.

He reluctantly moved his hand, slipping over her thighs and then up her back, finding her lips with his and kissing her until she couldn't think. Her body undulated against his, her hips coming down hard around his cock as she fought to climb that lofty plateau and plunge over the edge.

He groaned into her mouth, feeling her body convulse, the hot, wet muscles surrounding his cock rippling. Her whimpers and cries were muted by his lips, but he felt the dew of her spendings flood over him, bathing him in the scent of her, in the sweetness of her. He held on by the skin of his teeth, holding back his own climax and riding hers out, wanting more of her this night.

She collapsed, her muscles lax, her hair falling into his face. He stroked her lightly, waiting until she caught her breath, until she realized he was still hard and throbbing inside of her.

Alyssa lifted her head, staring down at her husband with admiration and surprise in her eyes. "You haven't...?"

"Not yet," he growled.

He felt her heart beat against his chest, felt it pick up speed.

"Oh, my," she whispered, feeling him throb inside of her.

He pushed her off, watching as an expression of confusion covered her face, almost laughing as she stared at him in stunned surprise.

"What are you...oh!" she cried out as he pulled her to her knees, his body leaning over hers. She felt him push into her from behind as his lips moved over the back of her neck, brushing her fiery hair from her nape to expose that tasty treat. She shivered under the heat of his mouth and the languid pace of his lovemaking. He seemed to be playing with her, nipping her flesh, changing the rhythm of his thrusts, the direction of them, finally pushing her down so that she was on her hands and knees, his hands on her hips.

Turning her head, she could see him behind her, his head bent as he watched his cock push between her slick folds, her opening stretching around his girth. She blushed, her cheeks flushing even as more heat pulsed inside of her, throbbing with need. She couldn't imagine what he was seeing, though the thought of it made her wriggle against him as a wave of pleasure pulsed over her.

He groaned, feeling her clamp down around his cock, seeing her wetness increase. He could feel the need to come, like a low tingle in his balls, churning through, growing stronger, but he held it back, wanting her to climax once more.

"Jason," she moaned. "Oh God this has to be a sin."

"No, my love. The only sin would be in not enjoying what God gave us."

Alyssa felt his hands tighten on her hips and then he started pounding into her, the small hard bud of her clit being mashed between them with every stroke. It pushed her, driving the tight knot of desire inside of her tighter, making her feel as if she would die if he didn't thrust harder. Her body moved with its own mind, pushing back against his restraining hands, trying to take more, to give more to him.

It was there, that tingle, then a burst of heat, shivers of pleasures rushing through her. She cried out, her head thrown back as every muscle in her body tightened.

She heard him growl, felt the jump his body gave, and then she felt him cannon his hot seed into her, bathing her insides with the heat of his pearly come.

She was limp beneath him, lying on her belly, her legs splayed, her breath finally slowing. He brushed her hair from her face, holding his weight off of her with his arms, his cock still buried inside of her, his chest against her back.

"Alyssa?" he called, when her eyes remained closed.

"Hmmm," she moaned softly, refusing to move even enough to open her eyes.

"Are you all right, love?" he asked, his voice sounding more than pleased with himself, chuckling as she moaned again.

He lifted himself off, chuckling more when she protested him leaving the soft warm haven of her body. Throwing himself next to her, he let his hand caress the smooth line of her back.

She managed to drag herself over to him and put her head on his chest.

"Sleep," she said, "then food." The latter came out as a moan as she snuggled her nose into his neck and closed her eyes.

"Yes," he sighed, his arm wrapping around her, reaching down to grab the coverlet and drag it over them before joining her in sleep.

* * *

"So why won't you take me?" Cat whined, crossing her arms in front of her like a petulant child and giving Teddy a mutinous frown.

"Oh, come on, Cat. You know your brother would never approve of you going anywhere alone with me. Especially alone, over night, with no chaperone. I'm sorry, my dear. You are just going to have to buck up and make the trip with your brother and his wife." He stalked over, plopping himself down on the bench in the garden next to her. With a sigh at the glare she gave him, he steeled himself and tried another tack.

"You know I'd love to go, Cat. Especially if it gave me so much time to spend with you. But we have to face facts. Your brother is looking for a title for you. That's something I don't have - and won't have." He gave her his best hangdog face, letting his brown eyes droop a little.

"Oh, stuff that look, Teddy. How do I know you want to be with me anyways? You've never even tried to kiss me."

"As if I'd be allowed," he grumbled. "Soon as I try anything seems like bells and whistles go off all over and someone shows up."

"There's no one with us now," she said, turning on the bench to face him.

"No one knows we are out here. I told Matthew I was off to bed. I said I was bored since Alyssa was away on her wedding trip and was going to read the rest of the night. Then I came out here to see you."

"He won't check on you?" Teddy asked, slowly reaching his hands to touch the bare skin of her arms. His fingers brushed her skin, and he heard her gasp before she answered.

"No, Lara had that gleam in her eyes tonight at dinner. I doubt I shall hear much but moaning out of them til morning."

"Catherine Annabelle!" Teddy exclaimed, shocked by her words even as he drew her closer.

"Well, it's true. Alyssa and I went exploring one night and were ever so shocked to find out how loud they are when they make love. I wonder if I shall be as loud?" she mused, her hands crossing his chest before slipping over his shoulders.

"Proper young ladies wouldn't wonder such things, Cat," he said, his head bending towards hers.

"Who said I'm a proper young lady, Tedd...mmm," she ended as his lips touched hers for the first time. Her eyes fluttered closed and she forgot all about her brother and his wife as the wonder of his mouth flowed through

her.

Teddy tried to keep his kiss light, keep it chaste, for she was an innocent.

But then her lips opened, her tongue coming out to flick at his mouth, pushing past his teeth to find his tongue. He heard his own groan of pleasure but was then lost. Her mouth was hot and sweet, her tongue a flickering flame teasing his passions. He devoured her mouth, until realizing that she was right there with him, matching him kiss for kiss.

Tearing his lips from hers, he pushed away, holding her at arms length. "Who the bloody hell have you been kissing? And don't tell me no one. I know the difference, Cat!" He shook her quickly, seeing her eyes open and a blush rise to her cheeks. "Who is the bounder? Drat it all, Cat. I'll have to kill him now."

Cat's hands rose to her lips, her eyes full of the wonder of his kiss and the desire and pleasure he'd given her so easily. She heard his words and a blush rose on her cheeks. How could she tell him that it wasn't a man?

"Y...you don't know him," she said, her voice uneven, her eyes looking down and away from his.

"You're lying, Cat," he accused, his eyes narrowing as he stared at her. "I demand his name, now." He shook her again. "Tell me, dammit."

"I...I can't. Oh God," she moaned, dropping her face into her hands. "This is embarrassing."

"There's nothing embarrassing about it, Catherine. Tell me who he is, I'll go and gut the bounder with my sword and then you'll promise to kiss no one but me from now on. Nothing at all to be embarrassed about," he said, shaking her one more time just for clarity.

"It wasn't a he," she whispered into her hands.

"Speak up, girl. I didn't hear you."

Cat looked up and received a thrill at the possessive way he was staring at her. She quivered with pleasure under his restraining hands. "It wasn't a he," she repeated, barely loud enough for him to hear.

"It wasn't a he? How's that possible? That would have to mean it was a...a she?"

Cat nodded, feeling the blush heating her cheeks again.

"Who?" he asked, dropping his hands from her shoulders as shock filled him.

"A...Alyssa, if you must know. But if you tell her I told you, or tell Jason any of this, she'll never speak to me again," she moaned.

"Alyssa! You and Alyssa...kissed?" A small smile twitched the corner of his lips as he couldn't help but wonder at the circumstances.

"Yes, and...and more."

"Really," he said softly, his mind racing at the possibilities.

"Teddy!"

"I'm sorry," he said, though his eyes were sparkling.

"Fine, but now you have to forget I told you."

"Oh," he breathed, pulling her close and bending his head towards her lips once more. "I really don't think I can. Now you have to tell me everything," he murmured against her mouth.

She kissed him until his words sank into her passion-befuddled mind.

Pushing his away, she glared at him. "I can't tell you that. It's...It's embarrassing."

"All right, then tell me this. Where were you?" he asked, grabbing her hands before she could strike at him.

Cat took a deep breath, narrowing her eyes at him. "You aren't going to give this up until I tell you something, are you?"

"Sorry, my dear. This is just too good for me not to hear." He lifted one of her hands, holding it to his lips.

"Drat it all, and my big mouth, too," she groused. "Fine, I'll tell you some, but you can't tell Alyssa - or Jason either. Promise?"

He kissed her hand again, using it to cross his heart. "I promise, love. Now give, where were you?"

"In my bed, here," she said, whispering the words.

"Oh," Teddy breathed, feeling his cock stir in his tight breeches at the thought of the two young, nubile beauties, together in a bed at night. "What did she do?"

"She said she would teach me how to kiss so that I could..."

"So that you could...?" he urged.

"S...seduce you in the garden. Not like you've given me much of a chance."

"You kissed Alyssa so that you could seduce me?"

"Y...Yes," she admitted. "But it went further than just a kiss."

Teddy rose from the bench, holding out his hand to her. He pulled her up, wrapping his arms around her. "What did she do?"

"It was more me at first," Cat admitted, burying her face in his chest.

He lifted her chin, brushing his mouth over hers. "Tell me?"

"I was feeling her...her bottom through her nightgown. And then I pulled it up and felt her skin." Cat felt Teddy's breath catch, and then heard him moan.