Tamed for the Lion

by Annabelle Winters

  Me, Lacy thought as she felt Darius finally rip her pajamas open down the seams, go down on his knees, and ram his face so hard into her pussy that she howled in shock. His tongue was already deep inside her vagina before she even understood what was happening, and she could hear him slurp and swallow like he was drinking her dry.

  Me, Lacy thought again as she spread her thighs and gasped at the sight of Darius’s head between her legs, his eyes closed tight, his long tongue driving in and out of her, her wetness coating his nose and lips. I have to give him what he needs right now.

  But if the animal in him is out of balance, if there’s too much lion in him, too much power, she thought as he flipped her around like she was a doll, then will I be able to handle it? Or will he break me in two?!

  And just as the fearful thought whipped through her mind, she felt Darius’s right palm come down smack on her buttocks, the slap ringing out like a gunshot as Lacy screamed, her eyes flicking wide open as the impact rocked her body. She gritted her teeth and dug her claws into the concrete as she braced herself, screaming again as Darius spanked her hard on her rump three more times before spreading her asscheeks and jamming his face into her rear crack.

  He drove his tongue into her rear hole, reaching his hands around her and parting her slit from the front. A moment later he was furiously thumbing her clit, two fingers from each hand driving in and out of her cunt. Lacy couldn’t tell if she was screaming or crying, and when her orgasm rolled in, it was all she could do to not pass out.

  “Oh, God, Darius!” she wailed, sobbing in ecstasy at the sheer madness of having four of his fingers inside her vagina, his tongue inside her asshole, his body pushing her against the gray concrete of an empty alleyway in Nairobi, Kenya. Her ass was still stinging from being spanked so hard she knew she’d have marks on her smooth buttcheeks in the morning.

  If I even make it to the morning, came the thought as she felt Darius stand up behind her, his hand slowly circling her throat as she felt him press the massive head of his cock against the mouth of her anus, driving his thick shaft deep into her wet canal with such force she couldn’t even scream. Just a choking, gurgling, gasping noise came out of her, and then Darius was pumping into her from behind, his hand slowly tightening around her throat.

  “What were you saying about weakness?” he growled in her ear, pulling back and ramming his cock back into her rear with a force that made her flesh quiver. “Does this feel weak to you, Kitten? Say meow for your lion, Kitten. Say it.”

  “Will that make you feel strong, Great King of the Jungle?” Lacy hissed, feeling her stubbornness and fight rising up even though she knew she was being physically dominated so completely that she couldn’t even move unless he allowed it. But the woman inside her wouldn’t just bow down and submit. That wasn’t who she was. To hell with what Darius needed right then! To hell with balance or whatever else her bobcat had been going on about. She couldn’t just look up wide-eyed at him like a submissive kitten and meow! She was an animal too. She was powerful too. He wanted to own her, to make her bow to him, to make her submit? Well, she wasn’t going to do it. Not without a fight.

  Lacy snarled as she tried to turn her head, but Darius just tightened his grip on her throat and slammed his hips against her rear cushion, holding his cock all the way inside her rear canal and flexing in a way that made her open up more than she thought was possible.

  “Meow,” Darius whispered into her hair. “Say it, Kitten. Meow.”

  Lacy closed her eyes as she felt the opposing sensations of resistance and arousal roll through her as her bobcat wailed in delight one moment, hissed in anger the next.

  “Feeling fear doesn’t make you weak,” she whispered, closing her eyes as Darius continued to pound her against the wall. “Realizing that an enemy is too powerful to face alone doesn’t mean you aren’t strong. It just means you can’t do it alone. That’s life, Darius. Partnership. Collaboration. Trust.”

  “Trust?” growled Darius, pushing into her and stopping so he could lean close. “I told you to Change when the train stopped. But you didn’t, and I was distracted by the need to protect your delicate little human butt while facing Murad. Together we might have been able to do something.”

  He started to pump into her again, but she knew her words had gotten through to him. She could feel it, and finally Lacy gasped as she felt Darius’s energy slowly change, like he was coming back into balance after that initial burst of lust that was wild, manic, almost feral in nature. She shuddered as he kissed her cheek from behind, stroked her hair gently, caressed her hips and sides with his big hands. He was still inside her from behind, but he was holding steady, as if the physical connection with her was all he needed right then. The sensation of his body against hers.

  “As much as I appreciate you calling my butt small and delicate,” she said, smiling as she felt him slobber her with gentle kisses, “I doubt that even the two of us would have been able to do anything against the Black Dragon. I felt the pull on my animal as well, Darius. Maybe my bobcat would have gotten sucked into the Darkness if I had Changed and run out into the jungle with you.”

  Darius stiffened for a moment, and then he relaxed and grunted. “Is that why your cat didn’t come forth?”

  Lacy shrugged, blinking as she remembered the moment she’d felt betrayed by her animal for forgetting about its own sister, for putting its own need to bond with its mate ahead of the need to protect family! Yes, that was the harsh reality of how animals lived—the need to mate wins over everything else—but it still pissed off the woman in her.

  “Did I hurt you, Kitten?” came Darius’s whisper, cutting through her thoughts and bringing her back to the moment. She heard the tremble in his voice, sensed the love in the way he carefully ran his fingers along her throat, felt his concern, his gentleness, his need to protect her coming forth, taking over from that need to possess, to dominate, to own. “I . . . I’m . . .”

  She waited for him to finish, but he just trailed off, and Lacy snorted when she realized he was still hard and heavy inside her, erect like a beast. “You’ve never apologized for anything in your life, have you?” she said, almost laughing when she understood how hard it was for the King of the Jungle to say sorry.

  Darius grunted against her from behind. “The way I see it, you need to apologize first.”

  “What? Why?” said Lacy, her mouth opening wide as she laughed.

  “For calling me a stress eater. That’s body shaming, you know.”

  “What do you know about body shaming?” Lacy said, turning her head halfway and glancing at him askance. “You’re a six-foot tall, muscle-bound, circus freak!”

  “Is that an apology?” Darius growled, slowly moving his hips and flexing inside her. “It sounds like more body-shaming to me. And I’m six-five, by the way.”

  “Well, I’m not very good at apologizing either,” Lacy whispered, closing her eyes as she felt Darius slowly pull back and then push himself into her again. He was still holding her against the wall, but now the energy felt balanced. Now she could feel the man’s love mixing with the animal’s need, and it was sending a heat through her that made it hard to speak.

  “So that’s settled,” Darius said, his voice deep and low as he reached around and squeezed her breasts so hard she moaned. “Nobody’s apologizing. Excellent compromise, Fated Mate!”

  Lacy managed to laugh even though her heat had risen to where it was making her dizzy. “Compromise? You spank me raw, rip my nice clothes to shreds, push me against a wall and ram your . . . thing into my rear like an animal. That doesn’t feel like a compromise.”

  “My thing?” Darius said, pinching her nipples so hard she yelped. “Were you raised in a Convent? You can call it what it is, you know. The greatest cock in the world.”

  Lacy snorted, squeezing her buttcheeks tight around “the greatest cock in the world,” smiling as she f
elt her mate groan in pleasure. “Sure,” she said. “Whatever you say, honey.”

  “You know,” drawled Darius after gasping against her neck from the way she was squeezing his shaft with her ass, “the more you insult me, the harder I push.”

  “Circus freak,” Lacy whispered, licking her lips and closing her eyes.

  “I prefer King of the Ring,” he whispered, pulling back and reaching down between her asscheeks. He fingered her rear hole in the most delightfully filthy way, and she could feel him grinning from ear to ear behind her. “This ring, Kitten.”

  Lacy squealed as Darius smacked her bottom and then pushed his cock back into her, opening that rear ring all the way with his girth as she moaned and laughed at the same time. But then she couldn’t laugh anymore, because she could feel her mate begin to pump harder, his heavy balls slapping up against her as they swung back and forth.

  “Oh, Darius,” she moaned, slamming her palms against the concrete wall and bracing herself as her man held her hips and drove with all his power. “That feels . . . it feels so . . . so . . .”

  She gulped and groaned as Darius brought one hand around and pressed his big thumb against her throbbing clit, sending a pulse of ecstasy ripping through her body. She could feel her climax building in the distance, like an avalanche slowly beginning its descent down the mountains to the valley. Darius was breathing hard and heavy behind her, and she could sense that he was close to exploding too. They were moving together in harmony, perfect rhythm, their humans and animals in balance again, their bond strong and secure.

  “It feels like . . . what?” Darius growled as he rammed into her and held firm, furiously massaging her clit as he pushed two fingers into her vagina. A moment later he was coming, his release blasting into her rear depths like a jet of pure heat, pure desire, pure power, pure . . . love.

  “It feels like . . . like . . . like . . .”

  “Like what?” groaned Darius, pushing out another spurt of semen into her rear.

  “Meow,” whispered Lacy, her lips trembling as she felt her climax break through, that avalanche of an orgasm rolling in to meet the release of its mate. “Meow.”

  12

  “Meow,” he heard her whisper as he poured his hot seed into her rear. The feeling was exquisite, and Darius leaned his head back and roared as he claimed his mate from behind, the lion bringing his kitten to orgasm with perfect control.

  Darius finished inside her with a final, deep thrust that sent shivers through Lacy’s magnificent curves, and when he was done he just looked down along her hourglass figure from behind, panting in delight as he took in her beauty. She was perfect. So goddamn perfect. Perfect, and his.

  Slowly he pulled out of her, groaning as he saw his thick shaft emerge from between her spread buttocks. He was throbbing, oozing, still hard and wet. Hell, he could probably go again right now, she had him so damned aroused!

  Yeah, he could go again. But he could also wait. This release had taken the edge off, calmed his lion down, brought him back into balance.

  She brought me back into balance, Darius realized as he gently massaged her ass, frowning when he saw the red finger-marks from the way he’d spanked her. A chill went through him when he remembered how he’d put his hands on her throat, held her wrists tight, slammed her against the rough concrete and pushed himself into her from behind. She’d been scared for a moment, he knew. But she handled it perfectly. She gave him what he needed to bring his animal and human back into balance. She submitted, but without yielding. She truly was his equal. His mate. His goddamn queen!

  “What are you thinking?” she asked, turning and leaning against the wall, her pretty round face flush from the frenzy of their climax. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

  Darius blinked, not sure if he was ready to tell her what he was thinking. He glanced down at the remnants of their stolen clothes. Then he looked around the empty alley. “I’m thinking you might need to steal some more clothes for us,” he said.

  Lacy giggled. “Well, I have money now. We could just buy some clothes instead of raiding some poor Kenyan family’s wardrobe again.”

  Darius raised an eyebrow as he glanced down at his mate’s naked body. Then he reached out and tweaked her nipple hard.

  “Ow!” she yelped. “What the hell was that for?” Then she looked down at herself and giggled again. “Oh, right. We’re buck naked. Again. In the middle of a crowded city. That’s why I like living in the mountains. It’s also why I like not having my clothes ripped to shreds by a circus freak.”

  “Again with the name calling,” Darius said, raising his other eyebrow and firmly placing his thumb and forefinger on her other nipple.

  Lacy swatted his hand away and laughed. “So sensitive. Though I do feel bad about calling you a stress eater.”

  “It’s OK,” said Darius, running the back of his hand down the center of her body, all the way down to her dark triangle of matted curls. Slowly he rubbed her mound, licking his lips and grinning. “I do like to eat when I’m stressed. And now that I think about it, I’m feeling a little restless. Better to nip it in the bud before I have a panic attack.”

  “Well, prevention is better than the cure,” Lacy whispered, backing up against the wall as Darius’s cock moved in response to the fresh wetness oozing from her slit. “Oh, shit, Darius. What are you doing to me? You’ve turned me into a . . .”

  Darius was already on his knees by then, the scent of his mate overwhelming his senses. He slowly brought his face close to her mound, breathing deep, reveling in the warm, clean musk of her sex. But before he could get a taste of the woman in her, he felt her tense up and push his head away.

  “Darius, wait,” she said from above him. “Listen!”

  “Listen to what?” Darius grunted. The blood was pounding in his ears, and he couldn’t hear shit. But when he saw the seriousness in his mate’s expression, he stood up and shook his head to clear it.

  And then he heard it.

  At first it was just the sound of a dog barking. No big deal. Nairobi was full of stray dogs and cats. But as his inner lion pricked up its ears and listened harder, Darius realized that it wasn’t just one dog. It was a lot of dogs. It was every dog!

  “What the hell?” Darius said, feeling the hairs on his neck stand up stiff. “Am I hearing right? Is that every dog in the city barking?”

  “All together,” Lacy whispered. “Like a goddamn choir!”

  “Or an army,” Darius said grimly as the sound rose to a fever-high pitch. “An army of animals.”

  Just as he said it, they heard more sounds. The mewling of cats. The chirping of birds. The cackle of the monkeys that hung out in the city and scavenged for leftovers. Even the damned rats were joining in! It was like every animal in the city had gone wild . . . but in a controlled, coordinated way!

  “Murad,” Darius whispered as he thought back to what he’d seen in the jungle that night. “It’s the Black Dragon. He’s controlling all the animals again. Like his Shifters did to the lion in the circus. Like what I saw in the jungle that night.”

  Just then Darius heard the screams and shouts of people, and suddenly he knew that it had started—whatever it was! He walked to the end of the alley and glanced out into the street, and what he saw sent a chill through him.

  “Change,” he said to Lacy as he stared out at a scene reminiscent of the goddamn Coliseum in Ancient Rome, with animals chasing humans, dogs and cats snarling and biting, scratching and clawing, pets chasing their owners, monkeys dropping down from trees like paratroopers as birds swooped down like fighter planes, their sharp beaks bloodied from pecking at heads and necks.

  “Change!” Darius roared just as his lion burst forth. From the corner of his eye he saw Lacy’s bobcat emerge, and he knew he could trust her, that she would be by his side, that he would need her by his side.

  She was his
queen and he was the king.

  And right now the jungle needed its king and queen.

  13

  Lacy felt her bobcat’s energy as she raced after her lion, her paws barely touching the ground as she followed her mate’s lead. She’d almost frozen in shock at the sight of what was unfolding in the streets of Nairobi; but the moment she’d responded to Darius’s command to Change, it was like she understood what to do.

  The lion was the King of the Jungle, and she was his queen. They weren’t just fated to be together; they were fated to be here together!

  With a roar of delight she leaped into the fray, joining her king in battle. With her strong paws she knocked the dogs and cats about like they were toys, pulling them away from the humans and snarling out warnings. Darius was in full form as his lion, up on his hind paws as he knocked screeching monkeys from lamp-posts and trees, batted down the dive-bombing sparrows and crows, casually sent dogs and cats flying ten feet into the air with a swipe of his powerful tail! Lacy might’ve laughed at the scene if it had been in a movie—indeed, these were small animals that posed no threat to a Shifter lion or bobcat. But the reality was terrifying, Lacy knew. These were animals that had coexisted with humans for years! They’d all lived side by side in the city, forming the basis of an urban ecosystem!

  “The Black Dragon is shifting the entire balance,” she screamed as the realization hit her just as she grabbed a howling gibbon in her jaws before it sank its teeth into a screaming man’s leg. “On the largest possible scale! Its Darkness is so powerful that not only can it upset the balance between a Shifter’s human and its animal, but it’s upsetting the balance between human and animal in general! It’s pitting human against animal! Darius, listen! I think I understand what’s happening!”

  “Can we talk about this later?” roared the lion as an army of rats emerged from an open sewer and promptly sank their tiny teeth into his powerful haunches. “I’m been eaten alive by mice! Do something, Kitten!”