Chapter 6
Traggen was absolutely fuming as he dragged a silent J’Dran off with him into the trees. He knew he didn’t have the strength to make the wereleopard go with him if J’Dran hadn’t wanted to; but he was so mad right now that he didn’t care why the wereleopard had decided to let him be pulled away. They reached a small clearing that was entirely empty, and Traggen whirled around to glare at J’Dran furiously. “Just what by all the lower hells was that!” he yelled, glaring up at the taller wereleopard with furiously snapping dark-blue eyes. “How dare you tell everybody that I’m your mate! Are you trying to keep me from getting laid? Because let me tell you, you furry bastard, I will not hesitate to cut you up for wereleopard steaks if that’s the case!” he snarled.
J’Dran frowned, his brows lowering. “I do not know why I said that,” he replied slowly. “Except that I did not like to see them touching you.”
Traggen ran a hand wildly through his hair. “If you don’t like to look at it, turn your eyes away!” he snapped. “Because one way or the other, I intend to find someone to couple with me no matter what it takes! I NEED it! Do you KNOW how long it’s been since I was with anyone? I’m going to go mad!” he eyed J’Dran grimly. “And nobody is going to stand in my way, least of all an overgrown house cat with the mental facility of a ground slug.”
J’Dran’s golden eyes flashed in turn at this insult. “Perhaps not,” he growled, “But you won’t be finding anyone in this village. You are now considered to be my mate; no male will touch you.”
Traggen’s lip lifted. “Yes, and who do I have to thank for that?” he said in a deceptively calm voice. “I’ll be glad to pay you back for your kindness, J’Dran, believe me,” his voice was utterly mild, although only someone with severe retardation would have taken that to mean that he wasn’t angry anymore.
The wereleopard bared his impressive set of teeth in something that was not a smile. “And just what do you think that you’re going to do to me, little one?” he purred savagely.
Traggen literally saw red. His hand went to his sword, and he whipped it out in a single swift movement and lunged at J’Dran. Fortunately for him, the wereleopard was very quick as well. He dodged back and to the side, and the blade narrowly missed depriving him of what made him male. He snarled at Traggen, his eyes narrowed. “That was not nice, cub,” he growled.
“I’ll become even less nice in the near future,” Traggen replied coldly, beginning to circle him.
The wereleopard also began to circle, keeping a wary eye on the sword. It was an unknown quantity in a fight, since his people had claws and didn’t need a sharpened bit of metal to fight with. It gave Traggen reach that he would not normally have had. And the human was very, very angry at him. He could be maimed for life if he wasn’t very careful. But he had the advantage of speed and strength, so when he saw Traggen’s muscles coil for another attack he threw himself down on all fours so that the blade passed over him head, then lunged forward himself and grabbed the human by the knees in a low tackle. Traggen yelled as his feet went out from under him, and he landed on his ass with a thump.
J’Dran knocked the sword away, then pounced on Traggen like the big cat that he was. He drew the furious human’s arms above his head and pinned them there. His big body lay over Traggen’s encasing him and pinning him to the ground. “Let me go,” Traggen snarled, fighting futilely to get out from under the wereleopard.
“No,” J’Dran replied. “I will not. You’re too dangerous when you’re free.”
“Oh? What are you going to do then? Keep me like this forever? Get off of me, you great lug!”
J’Dran shook his head. Then he began to rub himself sinuously against Traggen’s pinned body, a slow sensual thing that made the human moan under him. “S-Stop it!” Traggen cried breathlessly. “That’s fighting dirty!”
“Is it?” J’Dran asked smugly. He ground his groin against Traggen’s thigh, hearing the human whimper at the feel of his hardness.
“You are my mate,” he purred, lowering his head so that their faces were very close together. “Let me show you what that means.”
“Now wait a minute,” Traggen protested, although it sounded more like a token thing more than anything substantial. “I-I told you, I’m NOT your mate!”
“So you’ve said,” J’Dran agreed, even as he nuzzled the tender skin along Traggen’s jaw with his nose. The human squirmed delightfully under him, and he used his somewhat raspy tongue to drag a line from Traggen’s ear to his mouth. “I will prove to you that you’re wrong,” he growled, his golden eyes darkening as they met Traggen’s.
“Good luck with that,” the human panted. “I won’t give in…”
“Your mind may not, but your body already has,” J’Dran pointed out ruthlessly. He did another sinuous grind atop Traggen, reveling in the hoarse moan that he dragged from the human’s throat. “You want me, I can smell it on you,” he added darkly.
Traggen shuddered. By the Gods, did he want J’Dran! But he was angry…really angry…wasn’t he? He couldn’t remember anymore, especially since the bastard wereleopard was biting at his throat very lightly with his sharp teeth. J’Dran moved ever downward, relentlessly, licking at his sweating skin and nipping at his collarbones. Traggen’s back arched into these touches, and his mind blanked completely. He couldn’t have said at that moment just WHY he was angry at J’Dran. One hand held both of his, as the other one skimmed down to work at the laces on his shirt. He thought about struggling, but by now Traggen really didn’t care. He’d figure out why he wanted to unman the wereleopard later. Much later. Right now, he just had to have sex before he died of an extremely severe case of blue balls.
J’Dran finally let go of his hands and sat up. He pulled Traggen into a sitting position and stripped off the shirt ruthlessly, tossing it away. The human didn’t try to cover himself or hit J’Dran, even though he was now free. And then his back met the grass again, as the wereleopard pushed him down and descended on him. That raspy tongue licked and lapped at the skin of his chest, making him moan and writhe helplessly. “Your skin is so pale,” J’Dran marveled. “Like the finest linen.” He ran a hand admiringly down Traggen’s chest, using his claws to briefly torment two rucked nipples.
Traggen gasped and arched again, reaching out blindly to touch J’Dran’s light-gold skin and the hard muscles underneath. A strong thigh slid between his, parting them even more. J’Dran leaned over him and licked impudently at his belly to make the muscles shiver. Then he went lower, his breath blowing hot on the mound under Traggen’s cotton breeches. Then he lapped at it, making the human cry out and drag his heels in the dirt as he flailed..“So sensitive,” J’Dran purred lowly, before curling his tongue over the length of Traggen’s trapped cock.
“Please,” the human whimpered desperately. “Oh, Gods.”
J’Dran smirked a little, but willingly began to yank the pants off of the human. He wanted to see Traggen’s body again. This time the cock was erect, a rigid pink thing now tightly enclosed in that strange but fascinating skin. J’Dran made a low sound of satisfaction and reached out to curl his fingers around it, making Traggen groan and push upward with his hips. Now he could explore that strange skin to his heart’s desire.
Traggen shuddered as J’Dran’s big hand closed over him and began to slowly stroke his cock. Precum leaked all over the wereleopard’s hand as Traggen undulated his hips to try to get more of that wonderful touch. Interest gleamed in J’Dran’s golden eyes, and he bent his head and extended his tongue to taste the stuff coming out of the slit in Traggen’s penis. It didn’t taste like much; but the human cried out and bucked when he did it. He liked that, so he did it again just to work Traggen up some more. His tongue swirled around that shaft, moving that fascinating skin as he did so. Traggen’s fingers were trying to burrow into the dirt on either side of him.
“Uh, uh!” Traggen wailed as he came violently. This stimulation was too much after experiencing very little in the last three years. He thrashed as his semen jetted up into the air, watched with curiosity by J’Dran. The wereleopard reached out and caught some of the white stuff, lifting it to his lips. As Traggen collapsed to the ground, panting, J’Dran licked it off his fingers contemplatively.
J’Dran wondered how long it might take Traggen to recover from his orgasm. The wereleopard got his answer pretty quickly, as Traggen abruptly sat up and crawled over to where he was lounging in the grass. The human snarled at him a little, but he didn’t seem really angry anymore. Not at the moment, anyway. His eyes were full of hunger instead, a hunger that made the animal inside of J’Dran sit up and take notice. A hand shot out and slid under his loincloth, finding his erection and gripping it. Now it was J’Dran’s turn to moan.
“I should have cut this off,” Traggen breathed as he leaned forward. He milked the cock in his hand, making J’Dran shudder a bit himself. “But instead I guess I’ll just get some use out of it,” he added, just before he bit at the wereleopard’s left nipple almost hard enough to draw blood.
J’Dran harshed out a groan, for the combination of pain and pleasure was indescribable. Traggen was licking at his chest like a kitten, that smooth tongue dancing over his skin lightly but surely. J’Dran enjoyed the feel of it, so different from one of his own people’s.
Traggen’s fingers stroked him hard, and J’Dran moved to wriggled out of his loincloth quickly. The human watched him, then made a sound of approval when his cock sprang free. Traggen pounced on it, opening his mouth and going to town on the thick piece of flesh. He made small noises of pleasure in the back of his throat as he began to suckle on another man’s cock for the first time in years. He’d always loved to do that; almost more than fucking. Almost.
The wereleopard reached out and pulled Traggen’s naked body up against his as the human continued to suck at him with relish. He curled his upper body over the smaller one, and used his fingers to spread the pale tight buttocks. Then he let his tongue ooze between them, licking at the tiny pink secretive ring at their center. Traggen made a muffled sound of pleasure around his cock, jerking as J’Dran continued to tongue him. The human spread his legs even more, squealing as the tongue briefly diverted to lash at his balls before returning once again to lave at his anus.
Traggen was already erect again. One orgasm was not enough for a man who’d been deprived for as long as he had, and moreover one with a strong sexual appetite. When a clawed finger very carefully wriggled inside of him, he groaned and pushed back on it. While he’d always liked fucking pretty boys, he also liked to be mounted by large, muscular men himself. He’d always had a thing for soldiers because of that fact. The finger curled and flexed within him, making his thighs twitch.
He cried out in surprise when he suddenly found himself flipped over onto all fours. He might have protested, except for the fact that he felt a large body being pressed against his back. J’Dran’s hot breath blew in his ear as the wereleopard rumbled: “Shall I show you how I would mount my mate, Traggen? Or perhaps not? You’re not my mate, after all…”
“Shut up and get on with it, you wretched fur ball,” snarled Traggen, wriggling his ass impatiently. “I haven’t got all day.”
A low laugh, then something big and hard was butting up against his ass. It slid down the crack, rubbing against the sensitive tissue and leaving a film of moisture in ties wake. Traggen spread his knees and arched his back, presenting himself in a clear signal. J’Dran growled softly, then he was pushing into Traggen in a long, slow, smooth stroke that buried him to the hilt. That Spirit who had blessed males with internal lubrication so that they could easily couple with other males had also given them bodily fluids that acted in the same way. So while he felt stretched after such a long dry spell, Traggen didn’t experience any pain or discomfort. He moaned, shuddering, as he felt that hot thick length press him open inevitably.
Clawed hands appeared on either side of him as J’Dran’s chin came to rest on his shoulder. “What do you want, Traggen?” he asked, not moving.
“I want…to…kill…you…” Traggen snarled breathlessly. “AFTER you fuck me!” he added sharply.
Another chuckle, wicked and low. Then the wereleopard pulled his hips back a bit, only to press forward against almost instantly. Traggen moaned, feeling J’Dran’s big body covering his completely. He felt overwhelmed, taken and caged by that sure strength. He couldn’t have gotten away right now if he wanted to, which he definitely did not. An undulating motion started, as J’Dran rocked his hips slowly but surely. Traggen could only make small sounds as his arms threatened to buckle out from under him. “This is how my people mate,” J’Dran growled in his ear. “Do you like it?”
He did. Gods, did he ever! He grunted as that slow rhythm continued for what seemed like an eternity. J’Dran licked at his ear, then nibbled at it in a leisurely fashion. Traggen began to rock back to meet each movement, mewling when the cock inside of him struck that special spot within him that made lightning flare along his nerve endings and also made his own cock jump and quiver. Their skin slid together sensually, adding even more sensation. “J’Dran,” Traggen husked desperately.
“What is it, little one?” the wereleopard asked in a lazy voice.
“Harder,” the human commanded, wriggling and squeezing at the cock inside of him with his internal muscles.
A low grunt, then J’Dran complied. His thrusts began hard, fast, rough. Traggen whimpered and clawed at the ground, his eyes blank and his mouth hanging open. The slapping sound as J’Dran’s hips hit his ass on each inward push was loud in the silent clearing. Then the wereleopard growled harshly and sank his teeth into the nape of Traggen’s neck –and this flare of pain, combined with the hardest thrust of all, made him come apart under J’Dran. He would have screamed, but he had no breath left. Instead he made a choked sound as he came, splattering the grass under him as his whole body went rigid. Traggen half-collapsed, unable to hold himself up any more, as J’Dran filled him with liquid warmth.
He lay on the grass panting, completely spent and totally exhausted. After a moment, a naked body curled up around his own and he was pulled into a pair of strong arms. As J’Dran began to lick at his sweat-limned skin idly, he managed to say only one thing: “I’m still not your mate.”
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Traggen was absolutely fuming as he dragged a silent J’Dran off with him into the trees. He knew he didn’t have the strength to make the wereleopard go with him if J’Dran hadn’t wanted to; but he was so mad right now that he didn’t care why the wereleopard had decided to let him be pulled away. They reached a small clearing that was entirely empty, and Traggen whirled around to glare at J’Dran furiously. “Just what by all the lower hells was that!” he yelled, glaring up at the taller wereleopard with furiously snapping dark-blue eyes. “How dare you tell everybody that I’m your mate! Are you trying to keep me from getting laid? Because let me tell you, you furry bastard, I will not hesitate to cut you up for wereleopard steaks if that’s the case!” he snarled.
J’Dran frowned, his brows lowering. “I do not know why I said that,” he replied slowly. “Except that I did not like to see them touching you.”
Traggen ran a hand wildly through his hair. “If you don’t like to look at it, turn your eyes away!” he snapped. “Because one way or the other, I intend to find someone to couple with me no matter what it takes! I NEED it! Do you KNOW how long it’s been since I was with anyone? I’m going to go mad!” he eyed J’Dran grimly. “And nobody is going to stand in my way, least of all an overgrown house cat with the mental facility of a ground slug.”
J’Dran’s golden eyes flashed in turn at this insult. “Perhaps not,” he growled, “But you won’t be finding anyone in this village. You are now considered to be my mate; no male will touch you.”
Traggen’s lip lifted. “Yes, and who do I have to thank for that?” he said in a deceptively calm voice. “I’ll be glad to pay you back for your kindness, J’Dran, believe me,” his voice was utterly mild, although only someone with severe retardation would have taken that to mean that he wasn’t angry anymore.
The wereleopard bared his impressive set of teeth in something that was not a smile. “And just what do you think that you’re going to do to me, little one?” he purred savagely.
Traggen literally saw red. His hand went to his sword, and he whipped it out in a single swift movement and lunged at J’Dran. Fortunately for him, the wereleopard was very quick as well. He dodged back and to the side, and the blade narrowly missed depriving him of what made him male. He snarled at Traggen, his eyes narrowed. “That was not nice, cub,” he growled.
“I’ll become even less nice in the near future,” Traggen replied coldly, beginning to circle him.
The wereleopard also began to circle, keeping a wary eye on the sword. It was an unknown quantity in a fight, since his people had claws and didn’t need a sharpened bit of metal to fight with. It gave Traggen reach that he would not normally have had. And the human was very, very angry at him. He could be maimed for life if he wasn’t very careful. But he had the advantage of speed and strength, so when he saw Traggen’s muscles coil for another attack he threw himself down on all fours so that the blade passed over him head, then lunged forward himself and grabbed the human by the knees in a low tackle. Traggen yelled as his feet went out from under him, and he landed on his ass with a thump.
J’Dran knocked the sword away, then pounced on Traggen like the big cat that he was. He drew the furious human’s arms above his head and pinned them there. His big body lay over Traggen’s encasing him and pinning him to the ground. “Let me go,” Traggen snarled, fighting futilely to get out from under the wereleopard.
“No,” J’Dran replied. “I will not. You’re too dangerous when you’re free.”
“Oh? What are you going to do then? Keep me like this forever? Get off of me, you great lug!”
J’Dran shook his head. Then he began to rub himself sinuously against Traggen’s pinned body, a slow sensual thing that made the human moan under him. “S-Stop it!” Traggen cried breathlessly. “That’s fighting dirty!”
“Is it?” J’Dran asked smugly. He ground his groin against Traggen’s thigh, hearing the human whimper at the feel of his hardness.
“You are my mate,” he purred, lowering his head so that their faces were very close together. “Let me show you what that means.”
“Now wait a minute,” Traggen protested, although it sounded more like a token thing more than anything substantial. “I-I told you, I’m NOT your mate!”
“So you’ve said,” J’Dran agreed, even as he nuzzled the tender skin along Traggen’s jaw with his nose. The human squirmed delightfully under him, and he used his somewhat raspy tongue to drag a line from Traggen’s ear to his mouth. “I will prove to you that you’re wrong,” he growled, his golden eyes darkening as they met Traggen’s.
“Good luck with that,” the human panted. “I won’t give in…”
“Your mind may not, but your body already has,” J’Dran pointed out ruthlessly. He did another sinuous grind atop Traggen, reveling in the hoarse moan that he dragged from the human’s throat. “You want me, I can smell it on you,” he added darkly.
Traggen shuddered. By the Gods, did he want J’Dran! But he was angry…really angry…wasn’t he? He couldn’t remember anymore, especially since the bastard wereleopard was biting at his throat very lightly with his sharp teeth. J’Dran moved ever downward, relentlessly, licking at his sweating skin and nipping at his collarbones. Traggen’s back arched into these touches, and his mind blanked completely. He couldn’t have said at that moment just WHY he was angry at J’Dran. One hand held both of his, as the other one skimmed down to work at the laces on his shirt. He thought about struggling, but by now Traggen really didn’t care. He’d figure out why he wanted to unman the wereleopard later. Much later. Right now, he just had to have sex before he died of an extremely severe case of blue balls.
J’Dran finally let go of his hands and sat up. He pulled Traggen into a sitting position and stripped off the shirt ruthlessly, tossing it away. The human didn’t try to cover himself or hit J’Dran, even though he was now free. And then his back met the grass again, as the wereleopard pushed him down and descended on him. That raspy tongue licked and lapped at the skin of his chest, making him moan and writhe helplessly. “Your skin is so pale,” J’Dran marveled. “Like the finest linen.” He ran a hand admiringly down Traggen’s chest, using his claws to briefly torment two rucked nipples.
Traggen gasped and arched again, reaching out blindly to touch J’Dran’s light-gold skin and the hard muscles underneath. A strong thigh slid between his, parting them even more. J’Dran leaned over him and licked impudently at his belly to make the muscles shiver. Then he went lower, his breath blowing hot on the mound under Traggen’s cotton breeches. Then he lapped at it, making the human cry out and drag his heels in the dirt as he flailed..“So sensitive,” J’Dran purred lowly, before curling his tongue over the length of Traggen’s trapped cock.
“Please,” the human whimpered desperately. “Oh, Gods.”
J’Dran smirked a little, but willingly began to yank the pants off of the human. He wanted to see Traggen’s body again. This time the cock was erect, a rigid pink thing now tightly enclosed in that strange but fascinating skin. J’Dran made a low sound of satisfaction and reached out to curl his fingers around it, making Traggen groan and push upward with his hips. Now he could explore that strange skin to his heart’s desire.
Traggen shuddered as J’Dran’s big hand closed over him and began to slowly stroke his cock. Precum leaked all over the wereleopard’s hand as Traggen undulated his hips to try to get more of that wonderful touch. Interest gleamed in J’Dran’s golden eyes, and he bent his head and extended his tongue to taste the stuff coming out of the slit in Traggen’s penis. It didn’t taste like much; but the human cried out and bucked when he did it. He liked that, so he did it again just to work Traggen up some more. His tongue swirled around that shaft, moving that fascinating skin as he did so. Traggen’s fingers were trying to burrow into the dirt on either side of him.
“Uh, uh!” Traggen wailed as he came violently. This stimulation was too much after experiencing very little in the last three years. He thrashed as his semen jetted up into the air, watched with curiosity by J’Dran. The wereleopard reached out and caught some of the white stuff, lifting it to his lips. As Traggen collapsed to the ground, panting, J’Dran licked it off his fingers contemplatively.
J’Dran wondered how long it might take Traggen to recover from his orgasm. The wereleopard got his answer pretty quickly, as Traggen abruptly sat up and crawled over to where he was lounging in the grass. The human snarled at him a little, but he didn’t seem really angry anymore. Not at the moment, anyway. His eyes were full of hunger instead, a hunger that made the animal inside of J’Dran sit up and take notice. A hand shot out and slid under his loincloth, finding his erection and gripping it. Now it was J’Dran’s turn to moan.
“I should have cut this off,” Traggen breathed as he leaned forward. He milked the cock in his hand, making J’Dran shudder a bit himself. “But instead I guess I’ll just get some use out of it,” he added, just before he bit at the wereleopard’s left nipple almost hard enough to draw blood.
J’Dran harshed out a groan, for the combination of pain and pleasure was indescribable. Traggen was licking at his chest like a kitten, that smooth tongue dancing over his skin lightly but surely. J’Dran enjoyed the feel of it, so different from one of his own people’s.
Traggen’s fingers stroked him hard, and J’Dran moved to wriggled out of his loincloth quickly. The human watched him, then made a sound of approval when his cock sprang free. Traggen pounced on it, opening his mouth and going to town on the thick piece of flesh. He made small noises of pleasure in the back of his throat as he began to suckle on another man’s cock for the first time in years. He’d always loved to do that; almost more than fucking. Almost.
The wereleopard reached out and pulled Traggen’s naked body up against his as the human continued to suck at him with relish. He curled his upper body over the smaller one, and used his fingers to spread the pale tight buttocks. Then he let his tongue ooze between them, licking at the tiny pink secretive ring at their center. Traggen made a muffled sound of pleasure around his cock, jerking as J’Dran continued to tongue him. The human spread his legs even more, squealing as the tongue briefly diverted to lash at his balls before returning once again to lave at his anus.
Traggen was already erect again. One orgasm was not enough for a man who’d been deprived for as long as he had, and moreover one with a strong sexual appetite. When a clawed finger very carefully wriggled inside of him, he groaned and pushed back on it. While he’d always liked fucking pretty boys, he also liked to be mounted by large, muscular men himself. He’d always had a thing for soldiers because of that fact. The finger curled and flexed within him, making his thighs twitch.
He cried out in surprise when he suddenly found himself flipped over onto all fours. He might have protested, except for the fact that he felt a large body being pressed against his back. J’Dran’s hot breath blew in his ear as the wereleopard rumbled: “Shall I show you how I would mount my mate, Traggen? Or perhaps not? You’re not my mate, after all…”
“Shut up and get on with it, you wretched fur ball,” snarled Traggen, wriggling his ass impatiently. “I haven’t got all day.”
A low laugh, then something big and hard was butting up against his ass. It slid down the crack, rubbing against the sensitive tissue and leaving a film of moisture in ties wake. Traggen spread his knees and arched his back, presenting himself in a clear signal. J’Dran growled softly, then he was pushing into Traggen in a long, slow, smooth stroke that buried him to the hilt. That Spirit who had blessed males with internal lubrication so that they could easily couple with other males had also given them bodily fluids that acted in the same way. So while he felt stretched after such a long dry spell, Traggen didn’t experience any pain or discomfort. He moaned, shuddering, as he felt that hot thick length press him open inevitably.
Clawed hands appeared on either side of him as J’Dran’s chin came to rest on his shoulder. “What do you want, Traggen?” he asked, not moving.
“I want…to…kill…you…” Traggen snarled breathlessly. “AFTER you fuck me!” he added sharply.
Another chuckle, wicked and low. Then the wereleopard pulled his hips back a bit, only to press forward against almost instantly. Traggen moaned, feeling J’Dran’s big body covering his completely. He felt overwhelmed, taken and caged by that sure strength. He couldn’t have gotten away right now if he wanted to, which he definitely did not. An undulating motion started, as J’Dran rocked his hips slowly but surely. Traggen could only make small sounds as his arms threatened to buckle out from under him. “This is how my people mate,” J’Dran growled in his ear. “Do you like it?”
He did. Gods, did he ever! He grunted as that slow rhythm continued for what seemed like an eternity. J’Dran licked at his ear, then nibbled at it in a leisurely fashion. Traggen began to rock back to meet each movement, mewling when the cock inside of him struck that special spot within him that made lightning flare along his nerve endings and also made his own cock jump and quiver. Their skin slid together sensually, adding even more sensation. “J’Dran,” Traggen husked desperately.
“What is it, little one?” the wereleopard asked in a lazy voice.
“Harder,” the human commanded, wriggling and squeezing at the cock inside of him with his internal muscles.
A low grunt, then J’Dran complied. His thrusts began hard, fast, rough. Traggen whimpered and clawed at the ground, his eyes blank and his mouth hanging open. The slapping sound as J’Dran’s hips hit his ass on each inward push was loud in the silent clearing. Then the wereleopard growled harshly and sank his teeth into the nape of Traggen’s neck –and this flare of pain, combined with the hardest thrust of all, made him come apart under J’Dran. He would have screamed, but he had no breath left. Instead he made a choked sound as he came, splattering the grass under him as his whole body went rigid. Traggen half-collapsed, unable to hold himself up any more, as J’Dran filled him with liquid warmth.
He lay on the grass panting, completely spent and totally exhausted. After a moment, a naked body curled up around his own and he was pulled into a pair of strong arms. As J’Dran began to lick at his sweat-limned skin idly, he managed to say only one thing: “I’m still not your mate.”
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