Chapter 14

Mari packed a handful of things from her personal altar, some jewelry her mother had given her for her fourteenth birthday, and one picture of her with her parents from when she was five. The photo was one of the few times she could remember all of them being happy. Looking at it now, she realized the impression that they had been content even then was probably colored by nostalgia. Her father had never been an easy man to love, even before he turned hard in the later years. He'd always been greedy for every scrap of attention in every room he occupied. Her mother had always been an enigma to Mari, a woman of quiet thought and rare smiles.

Rio watched her quietly from the doorway, giving her as much space as she needed to contemplate the detritus of her life.

"I think that's it," she said after one more look around.

"You sure?" Rio asked. "There's no need to rush."

She glanced toward the framed print her father had insisted hold a place of prominence on her walls and in her life. The same symbol that he had hung around her neck the night of her sixteenth birthday, the links of a chain that was somehow twisted into the shape of a flower that could have been an abstract rose. "I don't need any of it." Mari shut the box she'd been putting her things into.

Rio watched her for a moment before replying, "Giselle can pack it all up and put it in a closet. That way, if you want anything later, you can always find it." He strolled into the room. "You want me to take that?"

"Leave it for now." She smiled and beckoned him closer. "Cisco has homework for us."

"Does he?" Rio prowled closer, a predator circling his prey. "What's the assignment?"

"Get on the bed."

Rio eyed the fluffy white expanse of her bed. "I'll get it dirty."

"That's kind of the plan." She waited while he considered her command, holding her breath as the anticipation built.

Rio's lips curled, and then he crossed the room. He toed off his sneakers before arranging himself on the bed propped up slightly against the pillows. "What now?"

"Hands up to hold the headboard. Don't let go."

He exhaled abruptly, his expression sharpening. She knew exactly how much he liked this game. Holding her gaze, he raised his arms and curled his fingers around the wooden railing.

Mari took him in with a slow glance, letting her eyes linger on all her favorite parts of him. The edge of his jaw. The hollow of his throat. The angle of his ribs. The swiftly growing swell of his cock. "He told me to ride you until I was sated." She smiled when he jerked slightly. "You know how long that can take."

She let him stew on that while she walked toward him, admiring the muscles of his thighs as he battled with the urge to move. He writhed when she reached out to touch his chest over his close-fitting T-shirt. His lips parted when she drew her hand down along his centerline to the band of his pants. He raised his hips to try and encourage her.

"You're eager." She traced a finger along the edge of his cock through his joggers.

"I always am for you," he purred and flexed his hips to press into her hand. Desire rose up from him like a heady perfume, teasing her magic.

She curled her fingers to run her nails along his cock through the thin fabric. "Be a good boy and stay very still."

He groaned at the more aggressive touch. "I'll be so good, mi reina."

He'd never called her anything but princesa and Mari a few times. She met his eyes. "When did I become your queen rather than your princess?"

He shrugged as much as he could with his hands over his head. "A princess is someone who needs saving. A queen is someone who rules."

A thrill moved through her as she gripped his hard length. "Do you want me to rule you, Rio?"

He smiled seductively. "You already do."

Mari reached into his pants to touch him skin-to-skin. His hips raised an inch before he caught them and fought to remain still. As much as she admired his control in this vulnerable moment, she also wanted desperately to break it to see what was beneath. She tugged him several times roughly, just the way he liked it.

He moaned, arching his head back, his desperation to stay still despite his growing desire written in every muscle of his long, lean body. She pulled down her panties with one hand and kicked them off, never letting up on the quick rhythm of her strokes.

She pulled down his joggers and mounted him with a smooth motion. Rio growled as she stretched around him, the rumble of lust rising from deep in his chest.

Mari let her head fall back as she engulfed him, feeling the fire of his need permeate every inch of her from the inside out. Straightening gradually, she met his gaze, and the raw desire she saw there sent a shiver coursing through her. She leaned forward, bracing her hands on his wrists where they rested against the headboard. He tipped his face up to meet her hungry kiss.

Rio moaned into her mouth as she began to slide up and down along his length. She rode him slowly, torturing both of them with the friction. The magic rose inside her, a raging inferno building until she had no choice but to channel it around both of them, letting it rise in a spiral up into the wards. He murmured against her lips, his words moving fluidly between Spanish and English, but the sense of them never changing: he called her his queen and begged her not to stop.

She gripped his wrists harder as her orgasm rolled over her. Her power curled around them both, wild and turbulent. He groaned when her hips stuttered to a stop, taking him down to the hilt as she clenched around him. She kissed him, hard and slow, claiming every inch of his mouth.

When she started to move again, he purred against her lips eagerly. She took him the same way twice more, slowly and with control, until he was growling with need with every stroke. She dragged her fingers down along his arms, admiring the coiled power of his body as he writhed under her.

Mari looked down into his face, letting his arousal wash over her. The puma danced so close to the surface that his eyes glowed golden. "There you are, my beautiful predator."

She dug her fingers into his biceps and increased the speed of her strokes, bumping against him with more force than she'd allowed herself thus far. His hands tightened around the headboard rail. A deep rumble of satisfaction rose from his chest as he angled his hips to meet her, steepening the angle in a way that stole her breath. She moaned when his next thrust hit exactly the right spot.

Her magic flared, wild and wanton. His eyes widened when the power flowed into him through where their bodies were joined. Her piercings throbbed where they sat in her skin, and she imagined Rio could feel the same sensation streaking through his cock. Mari kissed his upturned mouth, savoring his rough sounds of desire. Rio bit her lips as she pulled away and disengaged herself, frustration evident in his expression and the lines of his body.

"Take me, Rio." She smiled down at him. "Make me yours."

She was on her back before she drew her next breath, her arms pinned over her head. He drove into her so hard and so fast that she gasped, her body clenching around him. He felt huge as he forced her thighs wide to accommodate him. His savage need prickled along her nerves, spurring her magic again. She called out his name, tilting her head back as the power roared through her.

Rio lowered his head and bit her at the junction of her neck, his sharp teeth piercing her skin. The pain hurtled her over the precarious edge she'd been clinging to, and her climax tore through her, a violent tumult of magic and pleasure. Mari cried out as she tightened around his thick length. He didn't pause for a moment in his task, fucking her with brutally efficient thrusts as he held her down.

Half a dozen strokes later, he came with a roar, impaling her with a final hard push and collapsing against her. She arched up into him, craving more even as her body was still shuddering from the previous climax.

He chuckled against her neck, his hands sliding down her arms. "Still so eager." His fingers traced over his mark that her power had set into her skin, the magic still tingling on the surface. "I would never have asked you for this."

"That's why I wanted to give it to you as a reward for helping me through these last few days." She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him.

He luxuriated in the kiss for a long while and then finally pulled away with a smile. "Are you ready to take over?"

Mari only had a second to wonder who he was talking to before Cisco answered from the door, "I was enjoying the show."

Rio looked over his shoulder. "You always do." He turned enough that Mari could see past him to the doorway, where Cisco slouched with casual ease. "She's nice and warmed up for you."

"I can see that." Cisco strolled into the room, command written in every taut line of his body. "My turn."

Rio murmured his farewell and dropped a final kiss on her lips. She tried to follow him as he stood, but Cisco intercepted her, his mouth hungry and questing against hers. Mari gasped as he broke the kiss and turned her over onto her stomach, his strength and quickness always surprised her.

Cisco drew her hands behind her back and tied her wrists with something soft. She knew if she wanted to get free, she could, but she had no urge to do so. Instead, she turned her head so she could see them reflected in the full-length mirror she'd dressed in every morning until very recently.

She still wore the little white sundress she'd put on that morning, but it was wrinkled and a bit disheveled after her time with Rio. Cisco caught her eye in the mirror and grinned in a way that made her thighs clench. She knew exactly how much he loved to have her after Rio had been with her.

He pushed her dress up so her ass was exposed. He massaged both cheeks with strong fingers, his talons scoring her skin gently. "Saints, you've got a gorgeous ass."

She was sensitive enough from her time with Rio that she pressed up into his touch, desperate for more. He used his grip to slowly coax her up onto her knees until she was spread and offering herself to him with every roll of her hips.

"That's right," Cisco purred. "You know what I like."

"Please," she pleaded, shaking her ass a little to entice him.

"Such a dirty little princess." He palmed her ass with more force. "So needy even though I just watched Rio fuck you."

She groaned at the thought of him watching them, her arousal heavy and dark. "I need you."

He made a thoughtful noise as he smoothed his hand over the curve of her hip. "Show me how you're going to take my dick in that perfect ass."

Mari shivered when she imagined him taking her like that and lifted her hips provocatively. He slid two fingers into her pussy. She exhaled an explosive moan and pushed herself back to meet him. Her magic swelled until she thought it would burst free. Cisco took his time, fucking her with long strokes of his thick fingers for a while before withdrawing. She groaned in frustration but didn't have long to wait before he pressed one slick finger into her ass and silenced her protests.

Cisco worked her open slowly, teasing her until she was whimpering for more. "Go on. Show me how you're going to take my dick."

She moved slowly back onto his fingers, shuddering as she stretched around them. She rocked her hips forward and back, her breaths starting to come faster as she fucked herself on his fingers. In the mirror, she watched him undo his pants and take out his cock with his free hand. Her magic flared when he stroked himself a few times to the same slow rhythm of her hips while she watched.

"Don't you dare come. You're going to work for this one." He grabbed the back of her neck and slid his cock into her pussy on a frustratingly slow glide that just about set her ablaze.

Her toes curled as she lifted her hips to meet him. She moaned, long and low, as he filled her. Her magic churned within her, an impatient fire that threatened to consume her.

"Good. Need to get my cock nice and slick before I slide it in your ass."

Mari watched the torturously slow fucking in the mirror as he pulled her over his rigid length, making sure she felt every inch of him. She arched her back and tilted her hips to entice him, hoping to chip away some of his steely control, but he never wavered.

His rumble of approval vibrated through her. "That's right. You're going to take it just like that."

Cisco tightened his grip on her neck and withdrew. He dragged the slippery head of his cock over her asshole a few times before pushing inside. She gasped at the sudden sensation, so much more intense than his fingers had been. Her magic tumbled inside her, tense and untethered. He gave her a moment to adjust, caressing her neck with a gentle touch as she drew a few shuddering breaths.

When he felt her relax, he grinned at her in the mirror, showing his fangs. "Just like before. Slow and dirty." He pushed forward a fraction of an inch and waited for her to respond.

She angled her hips up and back. She couldn't move much the way he held her, except to take his cock exactly as he wanted her to. Being held almost immobile except for the one scandalous movement he allowed made it so much hotter. She watched him enjoying the show of her writhing along his cock in the mirror. He sat back on his heels slightly so that she had to struggle to take as much of him as she needed, her muscles straining to reach that scant inch higher where she would engulf his ridges and the pressure and friction would be perfect. Power and desire thrummed inside her, climbing higher with every stroke.

"Saints. You are the most perfect fucking vision right now," he murmured. "Can you come like this?"

She settled into the repetitive movement of her hips, feeling the places of tension and flexion in her body. The position was just slightly too uncomfortable, too strained. And so fucking filthy she almost couldn't stand it. "I don't think so."

"Good," he purred. "Because if you squeezed my dick right now, I would definitely lose it, and I want to enjoy this for a while."

She felt him shift behind her and watched him pull a small bottle of lube from his pocket. He squirted it over his cock between strokes.

When he was satisfied with the application, he smoothed both hands over her ass, kneading with his fingers in time with her motion. "That's right, Mariana. Nice and slow. Really make me feel it." He used his grip to coax her hips a bit higher, steepening the angle until she was panting harshly from the effort and the tightness of the need that coiled in her belly. She took the first ridge easily with the added lubrication, a groan shuddering through her as her body was stretched even more.

She lost herself utterly in the movement and the sensation; there was nothing but endless friction and heat setting every nerve ablaze. The room filled with the wanton sounds rising from her throat and echoing back at her.

"Can't wait to watch you squirming in your chair at your desk tonight as you remember how deep you fucked yourself on my dick," Cisco said, low and dirty.

Her hips stuttered for the first time, and he guided her with his hands to finish the stroke. She sighed softly, nearly sobbing. "Please."

He made a considering noise as he coaxed her hips forward with a playful shove before pulling her onto his cock again, over the second ridge, purring deep in his chest. The slow drag made the sensations so much more intense that she nearly lost her mind. "Not yet."

She whimpered in frustration as he pushed her slowly forward and back again. Several agonizing strokes later, he tightened his fingers around her hips as he pulled her back fully onto his cock. He rocked her over that last, largest inch of his cock over and over until she moaned helplessly at the decadence of the stretch.

"Ask for exactly what you want."

She swallowed harshly, trying to put words together in a filthy enough arrangement that he might approve of. "I want your cock so deep in my ass that I can't do anything but come."

"Not bad." Cisco chuckled. "I'm going to take pity on you and let you come, but only because I want to take some time to feel you up properly in the shower."

She moaned with relief when he pushed forward to impale her fully on his cock. He wrapped one arm around her hip and rested his palm against her pelvis, lifting her up against him more firmly and not giving her an inch of space to move. He felt immense at this angle, stretching her obscenely.

Cisco curled his fingers so they barely grazed over her clit, toying with the piercing there as his tail wrapped around her hip and sunk inside her eager cunt. Then he started to bump her with his hips, pressing her forward to impale her fully on his tail. It was almost too much. The friction was incredible as he barely nudged her hips. She squirmed in his grip, trying to get the tiny sliver more that she needed, but there was nowhere to go, and she had no leverage. He held her there for what seemed an eternity, dangling her over the precipice of a drop so steep she had no idea what lay at the bottom. He tugged the piercing in her clit ever so gently as he rocked her hips. Her muscles quivered around his cock and his tail. Her magic strained, clawing for a way out but finding none.

Finally, when it suited him, he pulled back and fucked her harder, driving into her and applying more pressure to her clit. At the same time, his tail sought that spot inside her that always made her squirm. She cried out in response to his harsher touch. Every muscle tensed at once, and then she shattered.

The violence of her release made her entire body shudder as she clenched around his cock and tail at the same time. He growled as he found his own climax, spurred by the concussive wave of power that had lashed out from her.

Mari's ears rang so loudly she couldn't hear her own breath, though she felt the trembling passage of it in her aching throat. She hung limp in his grip, every drop of strength gone.

He stirred long before she was ready to move, his lips brushing the back of her neck in a gentle kiss before he withdrew from her, leaving her feeling empty. She moaned helplessly and collapsed against the bed, too wrung out to even consider getting up.

Cisco bundled her up in his arms and carried her to the shower. He cleaned her meticulously, and then, as promised, he spent a good long time teasing every sore and well-used crevice of her body with his fingers and his mouth as the hot water ran over her.