Cougar

by Cougar (lit)

  Maybe women didn't make love to him.

  Maybe they made him do all the work?

  What a travesty. I could understand why after lying conquered by him in his bed. But he was so glorious. Who wouldn't want to caress and explore his meandering curvature? All the winding firm lines. All the dips and dimples.

  We do! Cougar whispered.

  Yes. I wanted to know him blindfolded. For what reasons? I couldn't grasp any answer other than instinct at the moment. I just wanted his body to brand my memory beyond incredible orgasms. I wanted to recall every twist of his iron form like the parts of Black Betty when I broke her down and cleaned her. In the dark. Minus my vision.

  I wanted to know him that intimately.

  Make him a part of me.

  My heart froze.

  Was this love? No. It had to be lust. All I wanted was to take his glorious body and abuse it. Or push him over the edge. Summon his Wolf to ravage me beyond breathing. Who cared if he split me in two? I'd die knowing what Shifter law warned to avoid. Stupid laws. I'd have sex with the man trapped inside his body. His Wolf. Hidden inside the security of his cloak of humanity. And I'd be content to depart this life after loving the real Jackal.

  "Oh, Kitten," he gasped, sucking in a deep breath. "Never in my life did I imagine giving my heart to a woman could be so damned fulfilling."

  He gave his heart to me? "So I possess your heart?"

  "Kitten, you possess everything." His rough palms glided beneath my shirt, up my back, soothing me with a firm massage, back and forth to my bra strap. And he kept curling his hips into my ass, promising how his cock would plunge into me.

  My inner channel clutched for him.

  Maybe I was possessive of him? Sessily had ultimately pissed me off. Yes. She had by default. I was insulted by her. Okay, maybe by what he had said. But she was the root of the emotion. And, speaking of roots, his root would feel delightful when his shaft sheathed inside me, burying his hot seed in my soul. I trailed out my tongue to lathe the tip down one mound of a male breast, between the pair, and lazily lick the shadows of his ribs, one row after another, sliding my moist groin over his hard trapped erection as I slithered down his body to suck at pliant flesh surrounding the hollow of his navel.

  Gods, his hairless trunk was as smooth as fine leather. Until right above the waistline of his pants where some dark hairs curled. Enticingly. Seducing my thoughts to dwell upon the button imprisoning his teasing arousal.

  The bulging steel lurched.

  His hands grabbed me under the arms and tried to heave me upward. "Kitten, oh, honey, come here."

  I lifted my head and snarled at him. "No. I won War. I get to have my way with you."

  His grasp fizzled, and he curled his fingers into my loose hair, growling.

  I planted my mouth on the slightly bulging supple skin of his waist-the little extra flesh making him so damned beautiful from every angle. The meat I yearned to stroke. Devour. So soft. So pliable. I sucked in a mouthful of said magnificent flesh and toyed with the round hardness of his pants' ubiquitous button.

  He snarled, arching into my teeth and fingers.

  Gods, to suck that concrete rod into my mouth.

  To run my tongue along its long velvety full length while he mindlessly squirmed under my power. Oh, yes. He needed to realize the extent of my appreciation.

  Yes. I wanted Cougar's mine.

  Blame it on my Cougar and our Gods-be-damned mating or simple lust. He was mine. I plucked the buttonhole free.

  He roared.

  I rolled my gaze to his. "Calm down, Jackal. I haven't finished claiming my prize."

  He slammed his skull into the bed and clawed at the brown blanket.

  If I laughed, he'd take over in a fit of rage. So, I choked back my thoughts and unzipped his trophy.

  Thick. Engorged. Jutting. Damp with his thoughts of mating. The smooth head was so damned soft I just wanted to sit on it. Envelope the firm roundness inside my sheathe. Over and over. But that wouldn't be fun. I wanted to be in control. I tugged his pants down as much as possible, revealing his jutting phallus.

  So erotic.

  Perfect. Just to give in. But I wanted to tease him a bit longer. After all, I won the game.

  He sucked in a breath, snarling.

  On the edge of transmutation.

  He had to be smelling my arousal.

  Fine. As long as he left me to my exploration he could snort his ass off. I curled my fingers around his pliant shaft and gently squeezed down the silken length of him.

  He gurgled and hissed, thrusting his cock through the pipe of my palm.

  That's it. Poor baby. He probably had a tough time controlling his Wolf. I knew how to help with euphoria. I trailed my tongue out to circle the firm curves of the head of his erection.

  He moaned, slithering into the mattress. But he didn't interfere.

  He tasted of salt.

  Smelled of musky Jackal. Gods, I took him into my mouth, sliding his thick cock across my tongue, sucking him witless.

  He obliged my efforts with more wild noise.

  His thickness seemed to swell.

  Could his hard-on grow more engorged? I closed my eyes and memorized the feel of him as I bobbed my head along his splendid length.

  My channel clenched mindlessly at the promise of bigger and better.

  Wolf cock.

  Yes. Cougar purred.

  His shaft suddenly sprouted embedded rings. Hard. Ribbed. He'd shifted. But rested as quietly as before. Fidgeting in agony. Controlling himself.

  Good Wolf. I sucked to the tip of his turgid flesh and studied the scene.

  His Wolf coat thickened with each of my breaths as he observed me down the length of his nose. His hands had clawed holes through the blanket.

  Hanging on to what was left of his humanity, to follow my instructions. Poor baby. We'd be cold later if he didn't stop shredding the bedding. I ran my hand along his abrupt ridges of his shaft and noticed my fingertips were a good two inches apart around his member.

  Forget teasing him. I wanted to be plugged to the gills like last night. But not until I spared my clothes being ripped off. I rose, backed off of his beastly form, and wiggled out of my pants.

  He watched me, growling, head bent.

  But he didn't move.

  "That's right, Jackal. You wait there." Talking was bad. Might set off his Wolf. The Gods know Wolves were alpha males. But for some reason, he was holding back. Most likely because he remembered something about last night.

  Oh, what the hell. He could ram me up against the wall. Burrow his way inside me. Over and over. And I'd scream my pleasure so Tornado could hear it for years to come. Because Jackal had the forethought to lock the two by four in place across the door. "Do you want me, baby?"

  Jackal laid there, his cock jutting up, thrusting to some silent beat, his arms spread out to the fistfuls of bedding he clutched, lying in the Christians' crucifix position, watching me. His face had completely shifted.

  He roared so loudly I thought the roof would collapse.

  So much for Tornado being the big bad Wolf. I pulled off my tank top and reached for my hard little plastic bra clasp. "When you're ready to take me, Jackal, I want you to come inside me-"

  He lifted off the bed in such a frenzy I didn't have time to pop the clasp open.

  Chapter Thirteen

  My Wolf shoved my shoulder blades into the wall's cool hard wood and tried to thrust his enormous erection into my narrow channel. Regardless of how wet my sex was I simply wasn't stretched for that invading mass. Yet.

  He snarled, grabbed my hips, and watched himself pump the tip of his massive penis in a little deeper with each of his thrusts.

  Gods, that was a sexy sight. Move faster. Plunge harder. Stretch me with agonizing incredible viciousness. I leaned my head into the stiff wall and watched him down my nose.

  He focused solely on gaining entry.

  Thank the Gods. How he felt inside me before was i
ndescribable. "Hurry, baby." I slid my arms around his furry neck and tried to relax my inner muscles so he could ram up that last few inches. Right to the little bundle of nerves I couldn't wait for him to find.

  With one final growl, he practically shoved into my throat and slid a palm around to squeeze my ass with his claws. He made a strange purring sound and leaned his teeth down to scrape my clavicle, like he dared me to chance escape.

  I'd rather be shackled by his cock, but this wasn't a moment to be choosy.

  He started moving, pulling out of me, completely, then spearing me to the tickling wiry hairs of his iron-hard balls, and retreating again. To thrust. And plunge. Instantly setting off my wave of orgasm. And another. And another. I couldn't do anything but cling to his shoulders, fingers fisted in the hair of his back, eyes shut, the rods in my eyes firing in blinding arrays of pattern-less fireworks behind my eyelids while the ridges of his massive cock stroked me breathless.

  He was mine. Cougar's approval or not. All mine. I cried out over and over.

  He threw his head back, roared, then turned me to the bed, where he leaned me down, rather carefully for a Shifter in wolf's cloak, and rammed into me one last time on the soft mattress.

  Whatever he was up to didn't matter. I just clutched his hairy shoulders and cried for breath while the tides of my latest orgasm thoroughly sparked every one of my nerves into overwhelming electrical jolts.

  He crouched against my chest, panting, staring into my eyes, his cock still speared me in astonishing perfection.

  Gods, wouldn't he keep going? "Pump me, baby. Hard. Fast." I rocked my hips.

  He snorted, then growled, withdrawing his scraping cock with measured slow friction.

  The bastard. He knew I wanted him hard and fast. "Please," I whined.

  He rose, flipped me over, and impaled me ball's deep.

  Doggy style was delightful when your Shifter was all furred out. I grabbed the headboard and clutched for dear life as he took me over edge after edge of blissful mind-numbing wave of ecstasy.

  So many orgasmic edges bombarded me that I couldn't tell if they were waxing or waning. And Jackal's strengthening growls defined nothing as we headed toward his release. It had to be approaching. How on earth could anyone being fucked by him not find release?

  But pondering his problem didn't help with my cheek being ground into the suffocating bedding. I arched my ass up higher, hoping to gain him a better angle.

  His pace increased, pumping, grinding, lunging. Roaring to the point there was no beginning or end to the sound.

  Stars swirled in my mind's eyes.

  Sharp pain cut into my shoulder.

  Teeth.

  His hips rammed into me and stopped. His cock jerked. And lurched. Heat erupted inside me. And my mate growled into my skin in short forgiving gasps. So forgiving my pain dissipated and a pounding at the door finally registered with my brain.

  "Sierra!" Tornado yelled.

  "I'm alright. Go back to bed."

  The rapping halted. "Put him to bed. Christ. No one can sleep with all that racket."

  That's one point for Sierra.

  * * * *

  Sierra awoke, wrapped in Jackal's sleeping human form where his warm chest covered hers like a blanket. We'd slept in the nude-not the best state for Guardians who just might have to leap from bed to save the villagers during the dark hours of the night. Most preferred to sleep dressed enough to dash out into the darkness without worrying about running into some child in the buff. But he'd fallen asleep after ravishing me. And I had no intentions of ever complaining.

  He stirred as if realizing I woke and lifted his head to look into my eyes with the most tender gaze. "Good morning, Kitten."

  Cougar purred.

  "Do you remember anything?" I asked, ignoring Cougar.

  "Oh, yes." One corner of his mouth twisted into a wicked little smile. "I remember all of it."

  Without even seeing the shredded covers? "Why this time? And what's your Wolf's favorite position?"

  "Sierra, he likes any position. But he's really fond of just ramming into you from behind. Call him a dog if you must." He choked a chuckle almost into nonexistence.

  "I'm glad. Because I really like it when he does that." I giggled like an idiot. "You can only imagine how much."

  He slid a palm up my belly and across my breast to brush his fingers against my cheek. "Oh, I think I can." He shot me a grin full of sparkling perfect teeth.

  His body regenerated them every time he shifted. So, no rotten snaggle-toothed Shifters in a girl's bed. He was so adorable. So kissable. I pressed my lips to the stubble on his cheek and planted a smooch there. Then moved up to his temple, the tip of his nose, and finally his velvety lips, only to draw back and gaze into his green eyes.

  I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to him. He was more important to me than my family, friends, and John. He took me beyond standard love to overwhelming possession. And I wanted him to hang onto me. To be safe. To survive with me.

  "What's the sadness I see in your eyes, Kitten?"

  Gods, I couldn't admit how much I needed him. Could I? "Nobody ever made me feel like you do before." I slid a palm around the curve at the base of his skull.

  He touched the rounded tip of his nose against mine. "I know what you mean." He studied my lips, then my eyes. "Like if something happened to you, I'd die. But that's a byproduct of the marking, isn't it?"

  So much for being rational. What was wrong with uncontrollable love? Love? Had I thought of love?

  He snuggled his stubble down into the crook of my neck and hummed a short happy tune of possession before kissing me into a chill.

  A knock rapped at the door.

  Jackal growled. "Who's disturbing me?"

  "Don't mention disturbing anyone after all the roaring you did long into the night," Tornado thundered.

  I threw a palm over my mouth to hide the laughter spilling out of me.

  "My meeting room in five minutes," Tornado ordered.

  Jackal chuckled. "Since I don't have a clock, he can't bitch about my tardiness." He kissed my lips gently, shoved off the bed, yanked on his pants, and left.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Jackal found Tornado waiting alone in the shadowy Shifter meeting lodge where nothing but embers popped in the fire pit. Apparently, the clan leader wasn't concerned about last night's racket. Besides, it's not like anybody ever lost control and mated in Wolfskin. So, why had he interrupted my morning with Sierra? "You insisted on my attendance for?"

  Tornado arched a dark eyebrow and swiped his tongue along his upper teeth.

  As if I've behaved rashly in my questioning his motives. But there was no reason short of blood-letting and invasion to call me out of bed.

  "Keezia's rambling," Tornado announced.

  "Oh, shit. Since when do Shifters give a rat's ass about soothsaying?"

  Tornado scrubbed a hand down his face. "We've got problems. She wants your mate to participate in some melding of priestess minds."

  "Sierra refuses to have anything to do with the old hag."

  Tornado's stare intensified for emphasis. "Jackal, Keezia's stirring up trouble among the Normals. Their superstitions are getting the better of them."

  "Sierra's done nothing but help the children and save many a Shifter's ass during the Bounder invasion. They can't think otherwise about her."

  "Well, there's the Sessily incident."

  "Don't feed me that bullshit. Everyone who has lived here the past year knows Sessily's game. And the only reason Sessily is pissed about my mating with Sierra is that you asked me to humor the bitch. I did one night and couldn't stomach her. I permanently attached myself to a different female. Sessily needs to deal with reality."

  "I'm not pointing fingers other than to make it known Keezia is using her wit to ensure Sierra has no choice but to join in the gathering."

  "I won't make my mate do anything she doesn't want to do."

  "I'm not asking you
to force her. Just explain what's happening. And for the piss-ass Gods' sakes, warn her before something goes awry. I know she dislikes me. I realize she wouldn't take a warning from me as in her best interest. But she'll listen to you. We need her here."

  Why? "She's my mate. I need her. It's my right to have my mate. Do you think you can make me give up Sierra?"

  Tornado turned sideways, eyeing me with one eye in profile. "Her mother was a Cougar. I know. I saw her shift."

  And that could only mean Sierra carried the gene. So my little kitten either had the X-chromosome turn on or not. Why the hell did she hide it instead of trust me? We're mated for life! I slid my gaze to the dark wood of the door. "And this is a problem for the clan?"

  "No. I wanted you to know. It's your problem. And don't accuse her of anything. If she's a Cougar, the clan must protect her. But it's better if nobody ever learns. Otherwise, somebody will inevitably trade your tails to the aliens. Just let it go and keep your eyes open. You're the strongest smartest male of the lot. She needs your intelligence."

  He was right. "Understood."

  "Never forget. She chose. And you stepped up to be chosen."

  * * * *

  Someone tapped at Sierra's door about ten minutes after Jackal departed through the village's gate to take Demon and two teenage Shifters hunting. Tornado had avoided me like an airborne venereal disease after the rowdy night a week ago. And Sue didn't come by except in between meals. So who rapped upon my door? I squeezed a pistol's trusty grip at my hip and pulled the creaking slab of wood inward.

  Keezia's gray hair shone in the early morning's sunlight where the short elderly woman stood. "Sierra, I would speak with you."

  "You're kidding. After so many children's parents complained about my strange association with the Rites-of-the-Goddess sisterhood, I can't imagine you'd dare approach me for chatting. I'd rather put a hole between your eyes than engage in mature debate."

  Keezia's mouth straightened into an unhappy line. "I had nothing to do with those parents."