"You know you're lying," he taunts. "You want us—-"
"You wish!"
"You already own the Cheshire Cat," he rasps out. "So why not me as well? Or is that the crux of it? Don't you want me?"
I'm once again caught off-guard, the sweetness of his words making me feel like I'm Winnie the bloody Pooh—-
"Because I want to be yours."
—-while his words are sweet as fresh-off-the-stove honey, and I can only whimper as the last of my defenses melt. It's just the tiniest whimper, but it's all the Hatter needs to hear. Just that, and the truth is out.
I want him to be mine, too.
And because of that, he owns me as well.
When he reaches for me, I start to tremble but do nothing else. It's too late now to deny the truth. I want him, and he wants me, and it's anticipation and not dread that runs through my veins when I see the were-lion's fingers hover over the neckline of my blouse—-
Ah!
He's yanked my blouse down without warning, and I can feel myself turning pink from head to toe as I watch my breasts bounce free. I've always found them okay - not too big, not too small, but instead it's just the right size that I know they're likely to remain pert even when I hit middle age.
Now, however...
I'm pretty sure he's comparing my tits to the March Hare's, and it's like comparing melons to cherries. The thought makes me raise my arms, but before I can cover an inch of my chest, his hands beat me to it, and I moan.
Oh bloody effin’ dear.
His hands, which are larger than most men's, completely engulf my breasts, and I moan again as he starts palming and squeezing my flesh. My gaze flies up to his, and I lose myself in the ravenous heat of his golden stare.
"Sweet, lovely Alice..."
His growl is rougher now, the desire in his words more potent, and my breasts swell achingly under his hands.
"Have you ever had a man's mouth on your breasts?"
I shake my head, and his nostrils flare. My answer's obviously excited him, and seeing satisfaction glitter in his eyes excites me as well. My nipples have started pouting against his touch, and my excitement grows when I hear the were-lion growl.
His hands move, my nipples now held between his fingers, and another whimper escapes me.
He rubs them gently between his fingers at first, and the sweetness of his touch is intoxicating. But once my breath starts to hitch, his touch changes, and I can't help gasping when he suddenly starts pinching my nipples. Hard. Just so exquisitely hard that it's the perfect mix of pain and pleasure—-
"Haine."
His name slips out, and just as it was with the Cheshire Cat, it's not something I mean to do. It just happens, like a name I'm born to moan out, and when the sound reaches the Hatter's ears, I see the same magic happen, with the way his massively muscular body shudders. It's as if his name on my lips is the most precious sound, and when I see the way he's looking at me, I can't help but believe it.
Because I remember what he said earlier.
I'm everything to them—-
Everything—-
And I feel the truth of this when his hand squeezes one breast up as his head dips down—-
Aaaaah.
The were-lion feeds my nipple into his mouth, and my head falls back as his tongue laves around the pink aching tip of my breast. His other hand is far from idle, his fingers still playing with my other nipple, twisting, tugging, and pinching until I can no longer distinguish where the pleasure is coming from.
I'm just aching all over, and as he begins to suck hungrily on one nipple while pinching the other hard, I also turn into a sobbing, trembling mess. I begin to feel restless, and soon I'm reaching up, my fingers driving through the golden locks of his hair.
He's sucking so much harder now, and at first it's enough, just holding his head to my breast. But then the restlessness comes back, and I find myself moving closer, plastering every inch of my body against his hardness. I writhe. Moan his name out. I feel the pleasure build inside of me, and I moan his name out again.
Haine.
Haine.
Haine.
The pleasure intensifies, but his mouth doesn't stop sucking on my nipple. The sensations are unbearable now, and it's as terrifying as it's exciting. Fear gets the better of me for just one moment, but when I try to pull away, the were-lion growls, and I can only dig my nails into the panes of his back.
Haine.
Haine.
Haine.
He's still sucking so hard, still sucking so passionately, and the pleasure climbs higher. And higher. And higher. Until——
Aaaah.
My climax takes me by surprise, the creamy, gushing heat of my orgasm making me gasp his name out, and that's when I feel it.