by Celia Kyle
Maddy woke with a groan, stretching her arms high above her head and flexing her toes as she shifted from a sated sleep to fully conscious.
Being conscious was overrated.
Aches and twinges of pain were sprinkled through her body, reminding her of everything she’d been doing for the last several hours. More importantly, who she’d been doing.
That thought brought a smile to her lips and a delicious throb to her overused pussy.
God, she hadn’t realized that when Maya had been gushing about all night sex that the woman hadn’t been kidding. After the initial claiming and a quick nap, Ricker had woken her with gentle passion, sliding into her and making love to her for hours. Over and again, they joined, shared pleasure and then collapsed back into a sated sleep.
But, since she was alone, he couldn’t have been that exhausted.
The alluring scent of coffee reached her nose and every hint of fatigue danced away.
Mmm…coffee.
With a groan, she rolled toward the edge of the bed and pushed until she was sitting on the mattress, feet dangling over the side. Dude. That had been hella hard.
A quick scoot had her sliding from the soft surface and she swayed on her feet, eyes half-closed while she shuffled toward the bedroom door. Half way across the room, she scooped Ricker’s shirt from the floor and pulled it on, satisfied that it at least covered her ass. Being naked during sex and being naked at the breakfast table while holding scorching hot liquid were two totally different things. Burned boobies were not on the day’s menu.
Maddy padded down the hallway, nose leading the way as she hunted the goodness that was caffeine. It didn’t take long to find her prey…and her mate. More importantly, her prey.
One step into the kitchen she froze and took in the sight before her. Her mate stood in front of the stove, shirtless with jeans barely clinging to his hips and exposing his muscled back. Arousal flared to life and she wondered if she’d ever get used to the man. They’d made love mere hours ago and she wanted him again already.
Contentment from Ricker filled her mind with happiness quickly behind, and she found her emotions echoing his, falling into sync without conscious thought.
Maddy padded toward him, drinking in his appearance, and then pressed against him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and let him take her weight as she rested her front against his back. She let her hands wander, stroke his pecs and then trail along his abdomen. Her last stop was the waist of his jeans and she hooked her thumbs over the worn cotton, fingertips spread over his lower abs.
“Mmmorning.” She nuzzled his back, rubbing her cheek back and forth over his smooth skin.
“Hey, Kit.” He leaned his head back and his hair tickled his face. “Coffee’s to your right and I’ve got eggs and bacon for us.”
“More bacon than eggs?” She asked after snagging a cup of the bitter brew.
Ricker barked out a laugh. “Of course. I know how to feed my mate.”
Mate. She loved that word.
Before long, Ricker had breakfast for them, a plate piled high with the bacon. He’d tugged her to his lap and she settled against him with a sigh. She reveled in his touch, the feeling of security that filled her as his arm encircled her.
Ricker gave her bite after bite of the salty meat, sprinkling in bits of eggs.
Quiet surrounded them and she simply enjoyed being in his presence, relished the serenity that his closeness imbued. Every so often, his lips would ghost over her skin, brushing her neck or forehead while they sated themselves with food.
When the plate was finally empty, she turned on him, rose enough until she could straddle his thighs and gave him her full attention.
“Hi.”
“Hi, back.” He held a small smile.
“What are we doing today? Running from the bad guys? Do I finally get to use a gun?” She leaned forward and nipped his lower lip, grinding her pussy over his semi-hard cock. “Or do you have something else in mind?”
That earned her a growl and a swat to her ass. “Insatiable wench.”
This time, she brushed her mouth over his, flicking her tongue out to taste her mate. “Only for you.”
Ricker cupped her ass, kneading her plump flesh and forcing her body to grind against his, rubbing her bare pussy over his dick. Desire burning hot and fast shot through her body, the desperate ache for her mate shooting high with every breath. Her heat clenched and grew moist with the evidence of her arousal. She whimpered against his mouth, aching for him.
“Ricker…” She couldn’t stifle the moan that grew in her chest.
Her mate increased the pace, the slow back and forth grind over his now hard cock. The rough cotton abraded her sex lips, the cloth zipper flap settling along her slit and stroking her clit with its rough texture. The sliver of pain the contact created served to increase her pleasure as it scraped the bundle of nerves.
A cool draft bathed her ass as the tiger lifted her thin shirt, baring her cheeks to the room. His callused hands grazed her, fingers digging into her plump flesh, forcing her to acquiesce to his speed. Each shove forward rubbed her clit and each rock back caressed the nub sending bolts of ecstasy through her veins.
Maddy captured his lips in a fierce kiss, shoved her tongue into his mouth and tasted the very essence of her mate. She drank from his mouth, absorbed his moans and responded in kind, taking and giving pleasure as much as she could.
Ricker’s fingers teased the crack of her ass, tips delving between her cheeks, touch inching closer and closer to her hole. When the digits finally connected with her forbidden entrance, she whimpered against his lips, unsure and excited at the same time.
She wrenched her mouth from his, panting and whining, absorbing his breath as he inhaled hers. “Ricker…”
He spoke against her lips, tongue occasionally flicking out for a taste. “Do you want me here, sweet mate? Are you naughty and want me buried deep in your ass? Filling you up?”
Another whimper stole through her, the very idea of having him in her forbidden entrance both exciting and scaring her in equal measure. The thoughts, coupled with his touch and stimulation of her clit had her racing toward release. Her heat clenched and throbbed, aching to be filled and claimed by him.
A single fingertip traced her asshole, circled the virgin nerves and traced the ring of muscle. “You want it, don’t you?”
Maddy pushed back against his touch, encouraging him without words.
One of his hands left her and then slammed down on her ass cheek causing a fierce sting to race through her body. It joined her arousal, her need, and sent it flying high. “Lemme hear you, Kit. Do you want me to take your ass?”
She lapped at his mouth then nuzzled his cheek, burying her face against his neck. She didn’t want to answer, didn’t want to admit that she craved the illicit touch.
Her silence earned her another swat. Not that she minded. No, she definitely didn’t care when the slow burn ran along her veins and joined in her pleasure. She kept with Ricker’s pace, back and forth, clit twitching and throbbing with every glance of the cotton.
Mouth shut, another smack landed and a soul-deep groan left her chest. “Ricker.”
“I want back here, Kit. Gonna sink in nice and slow, spread you wide for me. I’ll get you safe and then your ass is mine. Isn’t it?”
Smack.
A tremble danced through her followed by a shudder that slid down her spine. The pure pleasure of his touch, the combination of pleasure and pain, urged her orgasm closer.
“Isn’t it?”
Smack.
She was breathing heavy. Panting against his neck, alternating between desperate whines and needy groans. Ricker forced her to lower further over him, shove her exposed pussy to the rough textures of his jeans while his finger rubbed her virgin asshole.
Smack.
Maddy’s body trembled, bliss from his touch nearly overwhelming her with each passing moment. A ball of arousal encompassed her, surrounded he
r and grew with every breath, every rock of her hips. Ecstasy pumped through her veins, pulsing and gathering, surrounding her pussy, clit and ass.
Her gums ached, fangs elongating and she scraped them over Ricker’s neck, glanced his vulnerable skin with her sharp teeth.
Smack.
“It’s mine.”
A tremor of pleasure bolted along her nerves and she let her mouth venture to his shoulder, scratching at where she’d placed her mark mere hours ago.
God, the sensations were growing. Her pleasure and the pain mingled, surged and embraced her until she didn’t know where each sensation ended and the other began. Her orgasm raced forward and she couldn’t hold back, couldn’t keep the growing ecstasy at bay any longer.
Ricker, her seductive, dominant, gorgeous mate struck her again, palm colliding with her abundant flesh with a resounding spank.
Smack.
Maddy could only utter a single word. One syllable. “Yours!”
And then it was over. She sank her teeth into Ricker’s shoulder, fangs slicing through skin and muscle with ease and the coppery sweet flavors of his blood poured over her taste buds.
At the same moment, the dam restraining her orgasm broke and flooded her with indescribable pleasure. Her pussy clenched in rhythmic spasms as if begging, no demanding, to be filled. Uncontrollable shudders wracked her body, muscles twitching and jerking as the explosive climax sprinted through her veins. The molten sensations of her release crested and then retreated, only to surge forth once again.
Ricker didn’t stop.
His blows continued to rain on her ass, finger teasing her asshole and she kept rocking over his hardness, grinding her soaking pussy against the ridge of his hard cock. More and more he gave; more and more she took.
The still lingering orgasm grew, sending her higher than before until the strong, lovely sensations claimed her once again. She screamed against the flesh in her mouth and then tore her lips from his shoulder, shouting her second completion to the room.
A fierce growl joined her yell and her mate stiffened beneath her, cock pulsing against her pussy, twitching against her overheated flesh. The salty, musky scent of his release reached her and she sighed, slumped against him and let Ricker take her deadweight. She lapped at his wound, savoring the remnants of his blood as their breathing slowed and the last vestiges of pleasure seeped from her body.
Ricker’s finger left her asshole and both hands snaked beneath her shirt to trace her spine, palms sliding over her skin with gentle strokes.
She hummed and snuggled closer. Reveled in the security of being in her mate’s arms.
“I’m going to make sure you keep your promise, Kit.”
She raised her head and looked him in the eye. “You’ll have to catch me first.”
With that pronouncement she jumped from his lap, squealing when his fingers caught her shirt. She shoved the thin material over her head and kept running, heading toward the bedroom and, hopefully, lube.
Because, hello? The ass is not a self-lubricating orifice.
And that had been an embarrassing lesson from the school nurse during Sex Ed.
Maddy dashed down the hallway, intent on her goal and unwilling to lose. The lioness was determined to win this small battle and the chase had simply rekindled her need for the tiger. It wasn’t like running through the forest, mate nipping at her heels with one goal in mind: her submission.
They’d mate that way someday.
Hopefully soon.
She rounded the corner into the master bedroom and launched herself at the bed, scrambling for the bedside table. Wasn’t that where everyone stashed their goodies?
Her fingers wrapped around the handle. Ricker pounced on her with a growl, his now nude body aligned with hers from shoulders to toe, his reawakened cock nestled between her ass cheeks.
“Got you…”
She wiggled her butt, teasing him with what he desired. “Maybe—”
A shrill song broke their play, the annoying tune colliding with their passion and dousing it in an instant.
Groaning, Ricker rolled from her and crawled off the bed. He padded to the other side of the room and dug through their bag, exposing his luscious ass to her gaze. Damn, she really wanted to nibble, scrape her teeth along that curve and see if he tasted as good as he smelled. And then she’d work her way to the front and swallow—
“What.” Ricker’s back was stiff and straight, muscles that had been languid and loose were now tense.
Ooh. Her cock blocked mate wasn’t happy about being, er, cock blocked. If she strained she probably could have listened to both sides of the conversation, but she figured she’d find out soon enough.
“Am I in charge of this operation? She’s my—”
Maddy could, however, hear his teeth grinding.
“I don’t care. She’s—” He growled. Then snarled. Which was kinda hot, if she was honest. “Fine.” He bit off the word, probably imagining it was the head of whomever he was speaking with.
Sighing, he dropped the phone back into the bag and then propped his hands on his hips, his breathing audible in the silence. In and then out, he breathed deep and even. Poor guy. Hell, poor her!
No nookie for them!
With a final exhale he turned toward her, his cock down to half-mast and slowly softening further. “Apparently a certain someone’s Prime has demanded that we hurry our asses along. A certain someone’s Prima has decided we should have been in Ridgeville by now. Your Prima has said jump.”
“And Prime has said ‘how high?’.” She rolled to her back and stared at the ceiling. “Alex needs to fuck her more. If she was exhausted, she wouldn’t care that we were taking a fuck break.”
She heard his snort. “Yeah, I’ll be sure to pass that along.”
“Pussy.”
She felt rather than heard him close the distance between them and then his palm cupped her heat. “No, this is a pussy. My pussy.” His mouth descended and lips captured her nipple, sucking and tonguing the hardened nub.
Maddy moaned and arched into the caress, sifted her fingers through his hair and fisted the strands. She spread her legs wider for his touch, lost between the sensations of his mouth and hand. She panted and writhed, desperation growing with every breath.
“Yes, yours…”
He released her breast with a soft pop and one final lick before giving her his attention, gaze intent on hers. She rocked against his palm, aching for him, pussy desperate to be filled with him once again. Passion glazed his eyes and she thought for sure he’d give the Prime a big “fuck you” and take her anyway.
His hand slid from between her thighs and quick as a blink, he had her on her stomach and his palm came down on her ass with an echoing smack. “Now that we’ve got that settled, let’s hit the road.”
Ricker moved away from her and she lay there, eyes staring at nothing in particular as she replayed the past handful of seconds. That…that…
“Asshole!”
Her curse rang through the room and her mate, the crap eating jerk that he was…laughed.
Chapter Eight
“Money can’t buy happiness, but it can buy self-defense lessons, a big assed gun and bitchin’ clothes. And, if all else fails, borrow their pen and stab them in the eye.” – Maya Josephs, Prima of the Ridgeville Pride, who has yet to use the whole “pen in the eye” thing, but hasn’t ruled out the possibility.
Part of Ricker, the part that had some semblance of sentimentality, felt happy at the reunion between his mate and her friends. Maya, Carly and Maddy hugged and gushed, talking over each other as they relayed what had happened in the few days his mate had been in captivity.
The other part of him, the tiger that longed to sink deep into their lioness, hated every single one of ‘em and it was getting harder to keep the cat at bay. It had some lovely ideas about tearing them limb from limb so that the two of them could be alone and…
“Come on, Ricker. You won’t get anything out of th
at group for a while.”
Ricker looked over at the Prime and raised a brow, glancing back at the women who surrounded his mate and then the male once again. He sighed, knowing he’d been defeated by three women who were barely tall enough to hit his shoulder.
“Damn it. Lead the way.”
Alex preceded him down the hallway and toward the front of the house. Masculine voices grew louder as they drew closer. The male led him into what he assumed was the living room and found Maya’s off-duty guards sprinkled throughout the space, drinks in hand.
“You guys know Ricker.” Alex waved a hand and then slumped into a nearby seat, catching the beer that Brute tossed to him with ease.
Ricker echoed the move, settled at one end of a nearby couch. Brute threw a can his way and he plucked it from the air, popped the top and took a deep swig. It was ice cold, bitter and exactly what he needed. Another deep drink and he lowered the can to rest on his knee…and noticed that every set of eyes in the room were trained on him.
“So.” Alex began, probably trying to stare him into submission.
Yeah. Right.
“So?” Ricker countered with one of his own stares, eyes intent on the Prime’s. Sure, Alex was the big boy on the playground, but he and his tiger towered over the lion in the “my balls are bigger than yours” department.
Neal, Carly’s mate, cleared his throat and pulled Ricker’s attention toward him. “So, you mated Maddy.”
Statement. Not a question. Well, at least they recognized her change in scent.
“I did. She’s mine now.” Alex snorted and Brute, big fucker that he was, snickered. “What? You know something I don’t?”
Deuce joined the conversation. “Uh, yeah. You know Maya’s been giving her ‘bad ass’ lessons, right? Have fun with that whole ‘mine’ thing. And trying to tell her what to do. She’s kind of a raving bitch now. Don’t bother giving her instructions of any kind or—”