The Werelion and the Cat Page 7
“Get outta town.” She shook her head. “I haven’t bonded with anyone, much less a lion…or him.” A jerk of her head indicated Sully behind her.
“Prove it. Touch him and tell me you can’t feel anything. No surge of power. No attraction. Nothing.”
She couldn’t. She knew she couldn’t. Even thinking about Sully sent a surge of heat through her so intense it warmed her from the inside out.
“Prove it,” Hale challenged, his voice sharp. “If you don’t believe me, prove it!”
“Fuck you, I will!” she hissed back. They’d always been like this, challenging and pushing each other. Trying to be better and beat one another.
Shooting to her feet, she turned and yanked Sully to her, lifting on her tiptoes to plant the biggest kiss on his lips.
And froze.
His lips were warm and firm beneath hers. Kissably firm. A purr sounded in the back of her throat as everything around them ceased to exist. All that mattered was tasting him, learning the shape of his lips and his body. The purr got louder, deeper, and when his lips parted beneath hers, she realized it came from him as well.
Strong arms wrapped around her, holding her close to his big, hard body. A shiver of need caressed her spine. She ached to touch him, to explore every inch of the thick muscles beneath her wandering hands. To rub herself against him and purr.
Her tongue stroked his lower lip, teased it, and he purred louder. One of his hands pressed between her shoulder blades while the other dropped down. He cupped her ass, hauling her up against him. His thick, hard cock pressed into her lower belly, leaving her in no doubt about how she affected him.
“And that, kiddies, is the bond between a werelock and her mate,” Hale chuckled. Beth broke the kiss with a gasp but couldn’t extricate herself from Sully’s arms. Everything within her wanted Hale to get lost so she and Sully could…yeah.
Sully lifted his head and growled at the other man. “If you’re still here in five seconds, mate, you’ll get an eyeful you won’t like. Now fuck off.”
The banging of the door signaled her cousin’s departure, but Beth paid it no mind. Her attention was all focused on the man who stood in front of her.
“I don’t believe any of this werelock bullshit, you know?”
It was a challenge, pure and simple. She felt the pull between them. How could she not? The tension sizzled, the air electric. Reaching up, she trailed gentle fingers across his jaw. Her thumb slid over his full lower lip. Lazy heat curled low in her belly, her body alive as it rested against his. She wanted this, needed this. Her life had been turned upside down. She had a deal gone bad and killer wolves after her, not to mention her cousin telling her she was something out of a kid’s story. Nothing made sense…but this between them.
“I’m a shifter, beautiful. I don’t know anything about werelocks.” He shrugged, voice deep and raspy with need. “I do know about mating, though. And that you’re mine.”
He flicked his tongue out to lick the pad of her thumb. The warm, wet brush made her shiver. Her clit clenched, pussy aching to be filled. By him. A desire the like of which she’d never known before swam up, the soft purr returning to the back of her throat before his words sank in.
“Am not. I’m no one’s mate. Least of all yours.”
Even as she spoke, the thing within her snarled its displeasure, making her gasp. His hot lips against her ear turned the sound into a moan.
“Okay, doll, whatever you say,” he whispered, sliding both hands down to cradle her against him.
The gentle rock of his hips interfered with her ability to think. She tried to push him away, but it was no good. Her arms were limp noodles and she was having trouble remembering why she shouldn’t wrap herself around him. He’d feel so good…she knew he would.
“We’re not mates. We’re just two people in a kitchen. In a house… Alone.” His words wound around her in a spell all their own. “Consenting adults…”
“Yeah,” she managed, tilting her head to the side to allow him better access to her neck. “No harm in it. Just on…one night…”
His hands slid up her back, fanning out to support under her shoulder blades as he bent her backward. His lips burned a trail of fire down her throat and to her cleavage. “Give me one night, sweetheart, and I’ll show you heaven.”
Her whimper was taken as consent because he urged her backward to the counter. His gaze burning into hers, he boosted her up onto it, lifting her as though she weighed nothing. Without speaking, he slid his hands from the outside of her legs to the inside, then parted her thighs to step between them.
One night, she told herself. The place was locked up tighter than a nun’s panty drawer—layers upon layers of magical protection it would take the wolves hours to get through. So why shouldn’t she enjoy him—indulge herself with that hard, heavily muscled body—for one night?
Her lips quirked in a half smile. “If you don’t, I’ll demand a refund.”
The tip of his nose brushed against hers, just softly, his lips teasing hers but never quite claiming them. On the third pass, she chased him, trying to get what she needed. His lips turned upward with a smile.
“Sweetheart, as the man said…your satisfaction is guaranteed.”
In the next heartbeat, he surged forward and his mouth crashed down on hers. He covered her lips and pried them apart with a swipe of his tongue to drive within. She gasped as he plundered her mouth. He thrust deep to ravish the sweetness and slid his tongue against hers in a passionate caress.
It was no exploratory kiss. Because he didn’t kiss. He demanded. He claimed. He owned. And she was a willing participant in her own enslavement.
Whimpering, she wound her arms around his neck and pressed against him. For every hard stroke of his tongue, she pushed back, wrapping hers around his and teasing in return. The air filled with the sound of their moans and ragged breathing. Hands, his or hers, she wasn’t sure, tore at her already ruined top and threw it to the floor where it was joined shortly afterward by his.
He groaned as she swept her hands over the massive muscles of his chest, moving downward to run her fingers over his ribs. His hands covered hers before she could get too far.
“Oh, you like to play dangerous games, do you, doll?” His voice was low and strained, deeper than any human’s had a right to be. But he wasn’t human, was he? And she’d heard all sorts of stories about lion shifters…
“Maybe.” She flicked her hair back over her shoulder, twisting her wrist to break his hold and reaching down to hook a fingertip under his waistband. Clamping her thighs around his hips to hold him in place, she scooted forward on the counter. “Maybe I like to be the one controlling them.”
As she spoke, she flicked the buttons on his jeans, parting the fabric so she could slide her hand under the denim. He groaned, dropping his head back as she palmed his cock.
“My, you are pleased to see me, aren’t you?” she whispered, dragging her lips against his neck as the thick, rigid staff practically leaped into her hand, throbbing and eager to please. She wrapped her fingers around and stroked. Root to tip, then back again.
He groaned, hands clenching on the counter on either side of her hips, and her lips quirked to see his claws emerge from the ends of his fingers. A sense of power filled her. She knew all about shifters and their levels of control. Knew that Sully had to be an alpha from his manner and bearing.
Knew she was threatening that control.
Her finger swept over the sensitive head of his cock and his hips bucked. He dropped his head back, the tiniest points of fangs pressing into his full, lower lip. “Fuck, sweetheart, you got magic hands.”
“Oh, you ain’t seen nothing yet, lover boy,” she breathed, leaning down to flick her tongue over his peaked nipple. Then she added a tiny nip, just because she could. The effect was electric. With a snarl of frustration and lust, he grabbed her hands and yanked her off the counter. With dizzying speed, she was turned and a second later he had her bent over th
e same surface, his hot, hard body pressing against her from behind.
“My turn,” he growled.
Claws caught her skin, adding a fission of danger as he yanked her pants down, her panties dragged down with them to her knees. She whimpered, shoving her ass back in invitation, but she didn’t need to wait long. His big, callused hand stroked across her lower stomach, tilting her hips to where he wanted them, then delved between her thighs. A rough, broad fingertip swept between her folds, finding the slick evidence of how he affected her there.
“Fuck me… you’re already wet for me.” He kissed her shoulder, the scrape of his fang making her shiver. “That’s so fucking hot.”
He found her clit and circled it, ensuring she couldn’t answer in anything other than a breathless moan. Over and around he went, the pad of his finger rougher than any human’s, rougher than her own soft skin when she got herself off. He teased and tormented her. Used the juices of her own arousal to make her clit slick and his strokes faster. She keened, arching against him as her body demanded more. Demanded everything. She was so close, she just needed one more touch, one more stroke…
He gave it, a hard swipe of his thumb as he buried two thick fingers deeply inside her sending her over the edge into pure pleasure. She cried out, a low mewl of pleasure, and convulsed around his fingers, bathing them in her ecstasy.
“That’s it, doll, give it all to me,” he urged, stroking her through her release and stretching it out until the tension started to rise again.
She gasped in need, clutching at his free arm where it was braced against the counter in front of her. How could he do that so fast? Take her over the edge so quickly, then bring her back up to it just as fast?
“You gonna come for me again, baby doll?” he murmured. “Or do you want something a little extra this time?”
She shoved her hips back, pussy clenching around his fingers hard and he chuckled. “Coming right up…and so will you.”
He pulled his hand away, and she sagged against the counter for a moment, her heart still racing from the release he’d brought her and the need he’d inspired after it. There was no time for recovery, though, or even for her skin to cool. Denim rustled and hard hands closed over her hips, pulling her ass away from the counter.
The broad, hard head of his cock pressed insistently against the entrance to her body. She bit her lip as he pushed forward. He was big, thicker in girth than she’d thought possible and for a moment she worried it wouldn’t all fit.
“Shhh, doll.” His hand smoothed down her back. “Just relax, and easy does it.”
He nudged forward, cock splitting her half an inch. She hissed at the tiny burning sensation but it was gone in a heartbeat, replaced by pleasure as his thick shaft slid deeper and deeper into her needy pussy.
“God, doll, you feel fucking amazing,” he growled, leaning over her. Hard fingers tucked into her bra, and with the sound of tearing fabric, he cut the thing from her. Her tits spilled free and he cupped them, one then the other. Plucked and tweaked her nipples as he thrust relentlessly forward.
“I’m gonna fill your tight little cunt with my thick cock.” Another tweak, this time the other nipple, the tiny bite of pain making her hips buck against his. “You like the sound of that, doll? That you’re gonna take all of it, right to my balls?”
She couldn’t answer, her breath coming in short pants, so she nodded instead. The feeling of him filling her the last couple of inches, his balls slapping against her as he growled in triumph, was indescribable.
“Fuck…feels so fucking good.” His groan was whispered against her ear, echoed by hers when he pinched both nipples and then slid one hand down to play between her legs again. His cock throbbed where it was buried within her, but he didn’t move for the moment. Instead, he alternated tweaking her nipples with rubbing over her clit. Then he tweaked it. She yelped—the short, sharp movement sending a bolt of pleasure through her system so intense she almost came on the spot.
“I thought so,” he chuckled. “Baby doll likes it a little rough, doesn’t she?”
He pulled back, the friction of his thick cock sliding back in her cunt and stroking nerve endings, which had been sadly neglected. The next thrust was hard and fast. Pleasure exploded behind her eyes, her entire body on fire. More, she needed more.
He gave it. Setting up a hard and fast rhythm, he fed her his cock like his ass was a piston. Each hard thrust and slide back drove her arousal higher, and she squirmed on his cock. He grunted, using a booted foot to kick hers farther apart. They both groaned as the change allowed his cock to slide deeper inside her on the next thrust.
She gave herself up to him, one hand braced beside his on the counter and the other clutching his wrist as his fingers played with her clit. Then there was no playing, just outright sexual torture as her arousal peaked. Her legs trembling, she tried to contain it all. Attempted to hold the coiled tension deep within her so this would last. She wanted it to last. Fuck, she never wanted it to end. Wanted to shut the rest of the world out and live in this moment forever.
Her body conspired against her, though, and allowed the stroke of his roughened fingertip over her clit to tip her over the edge. The coil of tension within her broke. Her release hit in a raging torrent, flooding her body with the most intense pleasure she’d ever known. She bucked against him, thrusting her ass back to get his cock as deep as she could.
He gasped, groaned and fucked her harder. For each wave of pleasure that tightened her cunt, he responded with a harder stroke. Faster. More uncoordinated.
Finally, he roared, slammed into her a final time and spilled his hot cum deep inside the silken walls of her pussy.
She sighed, hand pinning his between her legs as they both stilled, their ragged breathing the only sound in the room. Finally, she arched her back and felt him move within her. Her lips quirked. He was still hard as a rock.
“Impressive.”
He nuzzled her neck, scraping a fang against the sensitive skin. “You’d better believe it, sweetheart. I just hope you’re ready for round two.”
Chapter 8
Sully had made sure round two lasted all night. Just as he’d made sure that she’d come time after time, until her screams of pleasure were hoarse imitations of what they had been. If this place had neighbors, they sure as fuck would’ve known his name by now.
She still wouldn’t hear a word about being his mate, though, even if she had liked the feel of his fangs against her skin. Good thing no one had told her only a shifter’s mate would find that a turn on. Anyone else would just feel pain.
He watched her from the kitchen, seeing all the way through the property thanks to the open plan layout. He approved. Whoever had designed this place knew their stuff. The lines of sight were excellent. There was no way to sneak up on the cabin without being seen.
Meredith…Beth, he corrected himself…sat in the middle of the lounge area, cross-legged with her hands loosely clasped in her lap. He didn’t know much about magic. The agency used spell slingers all the time, but the stuff she used was different. It didn’t make him want to sneeze for one thing. Since he planned to be around her for the rest of his life, that was a bonus.
She faced him, so he got a chance to study her without her being aware of it. She was small, and blonde, which he hadn’t expected given her dark eyes. Her frame was more delicate than he’d expected, now that he saw her out of the concealing black on black she wore when she worked. Right now she wore a pale pink floaty top with a scooped neckline that gave him tantalizing glimpses of her cleavage and a pair of denim shorts that should be illegal. He shifted his hips, readjusting his suddenly hard cock. Definitely should be illegal. All he could think about was peeling them off…with his teeth, to get to the delights within.
“If you’re just going to think about sex, take it into the bathroom and deal with it,” she suggested, opening her eyes to look at him in amusement. “How do you expect me to concentrate with you doing…that?”
“Yeah, right.” She snorted then dropped her gaze to his crotch. “That looks a lot like nothing to me.”
He almost snorted into his mug, spraying coffee everywhere. “Did you just call me…it nothing? Did it feel like nothing last night, doll? Perhaps I need to refresh your memory…”
He expected some bluster in return as he advanced on her with a play-growl. What he didn’t expect was the heat of lust to fill her eyes and for her to flick her perfect, pink tongue over her lips. Fuck… His cock sprang the rest of the way to full attention, every cell in his body ready and willing for whatever she wanted. He ached to wrap her in his arms again, cover her smaller body with his and bury his cock deep inside the slickest, tightest pussy he’d ever known.
She didn’t move from her spot on the floor but wriggled until she sat on her knees. Then she beckoned him, a wicked glint in her eyes. He reached her, pulling off his shirt to discard it on the floor behind, but as he started to kneel, she stopped him.
“Oh, no. I haven’t had my fun yet.” Her voice was a soft purr. “Hands above your head.”
“What?” Her request so surprised him that the word slipped out.
She sighed and rolled her eyes. “Do I have to explain the mechanics of a blowjob to you? Stand still, hands out the way…I’ll do the rest.”
Fuck me… Unable to believe his luck, he laced his fingers behind his head and closed his eyes. She couldn’t be doing this for real. He was still dreaming, but fuck, if he was, he never wanted to wake up.
Her hot breath on the bare skin of his stomach made him suck a breath in, his abs rippling. Soft hands smoothed over his thighs, then upward to his fly. He had to grit his teeth as she undid them, taking her sweet time with each button. For each one, she dipped her fingers under the denim to stroke him, nothing between her and his skin. She brushed the root of his cock and it jerked, eager to be free and in her hands. In her mouth.