(This story is written strictly for the free enjoyment of fans of the "Beauty and the Beast" television series.
No copyright infringement is intended.)

My Wild Love

by Angie

"I’m wild again,
Beguiled again"

- Lorenz Hart

　

Catherine lay atop Vincent, her favourite position and one she indulged in as often as she could. He was so furry on the surface, so beautifully muscular beneath that velvet softness. The combination made her blood sing.

He lay supine beneath her, but she could feel his arousal beginning to tickle her thighs. His arms were out to the sides and his palms upward, his legs apart. It was a position that seemed to denote complete subservience – and it was, now that she thought about it.

That didn’t seem quite right. She knew he liked her to make the first moves and did not consider it unmanly. That set him apart from every man she had ever known intimately – and from what other women said, most other men as well. He had subdued so much of himself to love her, partly out of fear, partly because he loved to bask in her love along the bond. He had few inhibitions now. Those old fears had been replaced by passion of a different kind.

She knew this, but was suddenly curious. Was there still some wildness in him that she could bring to the surface? He was a superb lover, but she sensed he was still a little careful with her. Well, there was only one way to find out – but what could she do?

Catherine knew that Vincent wouldn’t – couldn’t – hurt her, but she suddenly wanted to see that other side of him, the one that used to rise to the surface when she was in danger. Carefully, she kept her emotions neutral, but poised herself mentally. There was one thing she could try, but it would have to be done with absolute conviction. Vincent would not be fooled by any pretense.

He had his eyes closed and there was a very mild, barely audible purr in his breathing. Ideal, she thought. She had to surprise him.

Catherine moved her hands to Vincent’s shoulders, careful not to stroke him, lifted her head and looked at him. Then she prepared her mouth and gathered in a deep breath.

Suddenly she released a loud, deep growl, from deep in her chest and gripped Vincent’s shoulders hard with her hands.

His response was instantaneous and almost made her lose her grip. His eyes popped open and a deep azure shadow ran across them. His upper lip curled to reveal his upper canines and a growl much deeper than her own rumbled from him.

It had taken her some time to realize that, in normal conversation, only Vincent’s lower canines were visible. The upper ones, despite being longer, showed only when he yawned or was upset. At those times, his muzzle lifted and those sharp upper teeth glinted. It was a sight he tried not to display, although Catherine found it quite erotic. There was nothing about him that did not give her shivers of delight, but those teeth – they were special. She was sure he knew how the sight of them affected her.

Revealing them now, lit a fire in her core and something rough and wild rose in her. She growled again, louder this time, heard a hint of wildcat in her own voice, which sent shivers of delight along her skin. Vincent snarled then, revealing all his amazing teeth to her. That sight sent a tornado of desire along her veins and she rolled slightly onto one hip so she could reach down and cup his furry globes. She squeezed them lightly and growled again, a deep rumble that mirrored the delight in what her hands were now feeling.

Vincent’s snarl turned to a throaty growl, deep and sexual and he stared at her, his eyes dark. What was he thinking, she wondered. Their bond seemed to be thrumming with something primal, indefinable, unmistakably erotic. In response, Catherine’s growl evolved into something like a cougar’s warning, a wild thrum that seemed to emanate from higher in her throat, feral.

Their fierce, wordless communion might have continued longer, but Vincent suddenly took charge, their bond now humming with heat. He flipped her onto the bed and loomed above her, without touching her. His canines were still fully revealed and his eyes dark with desire. A growl was still rumbling from him and Catherine responded to his passion, matching its intent, adding her own deep thrum of encouragement.

Catherine looked down his body and saw that his manhood was aroused and pointing at her. She reached down and grabbed his penis with both hands, enclosing it and squeezing it lightly.

Suddenly, Vincent threw back his head and roared. That sound made her clutch him convulsively and she tugged at his penis lightly to get him to lay on her. He consented, but only his chest and she had to let go of his organ as he lowered himself. He was resting partially on his knees on either side of her and kept his hips lifted above her. She couldn’t reach them, so she played her fingers along his ribs, scored the hair there with her fingers, felt a growl grow deep inside again as she felt his change tenor, become more seductive yet.

Vincent bent his head to her and nuzzled the side of her neck, running his teeth along her skin, then licking her with his tongue. The sensation sent flames down her chest to her womanhood and she groaned loudly, felt something new build inside her.

Catherine was now aching for the touch of his loins and suddenly gave a roar of her own, throwing her head back to reveal her neck. Vincent took the offer and began to nuzzle that soft white expanse, again running his teeth lightly along the flesh and following that with his tongue.

She arched her hips, trying to reach him, wanting him on top of her, all of him. Finally, sensing her almost-despair, he slowly lowered himself to her, and she grabbed his buttocks now, raking her nails lightly across them, a low growl now rumbling in her chest. They were so close now, she could feel Vincent’s growl pulsing down her chest and throbbing in his manhood.

Enough, she thought. She ground her hips against him again and at last felt his penis prod for her womanhood, find it and slide into it her moist passage. He was so huge now that it was almost painful, but that sensation was welcome. She wanted him inside her desperately and growled her invitation and delight at that intimate touch.

He didn’t hesitate, but pushed himself inside her and she felt his hardness fill her, larger than ever before. He put his hands under her hips and lifted her closer, closer.

Suddenly, their bond opened like a flower and they both roared in ecstasy. Catherine could feel Vincent’s eagerness now and she knew he could feel hers, like dynamite waiting to explode. They writhed together, feeling their orgasm swell but still not quite able to bring it to climax.

Catherine realized the initiative was now hers. She found his neck near her mouth and growled as she captured some of that smooth muscular length gently between her teeth. She rumbled in delight, as she felt him shudder in response, and clamped down a little harder.

Suddenly they were both enveloped in a roaring passion that lifted them up ragged steps of climax, higher and higher. Vincent was holding Catherine under her buttocks now, pumping his hips, spilling his seed into her in warm rushes, head thrown back. A deep, joint passionate growl enclosed them.

Catherine could not be still. She ran her hands between his legs from the back and touched his testicles as her hips tried to melt into his. They were both groaning now in sensual expectation. Then suddenly, they were caught in a wild nova flare at the top of their climax and it washed over them like a cleansing fire. They sighed with relief as it passed. They collapsed boneless onto the bed.

Vincent immediately slid to the side, carrying her with him. They remained locked in their embrace for long minutes, breathing deeply, enjoying the musky scent of their sweat and love juices. Catherine could feel him still pulsing mildly inside her and she sighed in delight.

Catherine was the first to find her voice and opened her eyes to find his. They were still closed.

"Oh, Vincent," she whispered, raising a hand to touch the cleft in his upper lip and tease that full lower one.

He took her finger into his mouth, nuzzled it, then opened his eyes. He looked at her, his eyes bright with such supreme love that she was rendered speechless. She could feel his post-coital calm along the bond, a counterpoint to her own joy.

"Catherine," he said softly, as she removed her finger from his mouth and stroked his cheek and then his neck. His purr began to reverberate between them, growing in strength until it felt like a pulsing massage. She surrendered herself completely to the sensation, wishing she could purr too – do something to show her love and gratitude.

Then she realized that his purr was reaching her bones, vibrating along the fine hair on her arms, making her scalp tingle. She put her arms around his neck and hugged him to her, gathered his mouth to hers. Even his tongue seemed to be shimmering with the purr and she explored that sensation with her own. She realized that her body had accepted his purr to the point that it was almost hers. She need only enjoy it – and that she did.

Were there no limits to what this amazing man of hers could do? She decided she didn’t want to know. Discovering them was too wonderful.

Their mouths parted at last so they could breathe and Catherine buried her face in his chest. She felt his mouth on her hair and knew, instinctively, that another barrier had fallen between them this night. They had been wild things, completely abandoned. And like any wild thing, this was something to enjoy, accept for what it was. There was nothing that could define it, explain it – and she didn’t care to.

They both sighed at this realization and, with their arms still around each other, they fell into a deep, contented sleep.

END