A Kitty in the Lion's Den
Page 12
“I’m not sore right now.” She braced her upper body on her elbows and stared at him. He filled out the worn jeans and white t-shirt so they seemed tailored just for him. He moved his hands to the button of his jeans, but stopped before he undid them.
“Is that right, baby?” His raked his gaze along the entire length of her body, and she felt her nipples spike under the thin material of her shirt.
She pushed herself up so she was sitting on the edge of the bed and reached out to take hold of the edge of his shirt. “Yeah, that’s right.” Kettah was never one for seduction, but she found being with Maverick made her feel sexier, more female, and highly attractive. The way he looked at her, touched her, and made her feel like there was no one else for him had power and courage surging through her. “How about we christen the room after all, and forget about being sore, hmm?” She lifted her eyebrow in question and pulled him closer. She knew he would only allow her to control the situation for a short amount of time, but it was these few minutes where he let go of his dominance—even if it was in the smallest of ways—that she cherished. Because she was the only one that could bring down her alpha lion, and that was a heady feeling. In one powerful tug she pulled Maverick to her until he was on his back and she could straddle him. Her skirt was pushed up her thighs from the movement, exposing a hell of a lot of skin, but then again not nearly enough.
“You like taking control, little cat?”
She smiled down at him, but instead of answering she started unbuttoning her shirt, pushed it off her shoulders, and went to work on her bra. That was flung to the side, but before she could shimmy out of her skirt Maverick had both halves of the material in his hands and was tearing the fabric as if it were tissue. The sound of material rending was louder than their harsh breathing combined.
“You tore my skirt, Maverick, and that was my favorite one.” He lowered his eyes to her pussy, which was covered by only a thin strip of silk.
“I’ll buy you more. Fuck, I’ll buy you an entire closet full just so I can rip them every fucking night, baby.” Chills raced up her spine at the low, dominant quality in his voice. In a matter of seconds he had her panties ripped from her body, had her turned and on her belly, and had her ass in the air. Maverick was an ass man, and Kettah had found over time that she had no qualms about that. The heat of his body surrounding hers was intense and hot like the sun. He kicked her legs farther apart with his knee, but she didn’t need to ask what he was doing. She already knew. A hand landing on each of her cheeks was the only warning she got before Maverick spread her open and started lapping at her pussy with his sandpaper textured tongue. She fisted the sheets in her hands, closed her eyes, and moaned when he started probing her entrance like she wanted him to do with the huge cock between his legs. He was skillful and knew exactly what she liked, and had her on the precipice of coming in a matter of seconds. The low growls that he made sent shockwaves right to her pussy, and her body tightened with her imminent release. “Not yet, Kettah.” He pulled away, but kept an almost painful hold on her ass. The hot pants of his breath along her swollen folds were torture and agony all in the same breath. And then he was back on her pussy, licking, sucking, biting, and pulling. She was a squirming mess beneath him, begging, pleading, and crying out for him to let her come.
He was a sadist, not giving her what she wanted, but chuckling with sexual amusement against her soaked flesh. Then he was dragging his tongue up her slit and to the puckered hole of her ass. There he licked at the tight ring of muscle over and over again, wetting the hole right before he pushed his tongue inside of her, fucking her ass with his mouth like a male that couldn’t get enough. It was a torrent of sensations: his mouth on her ass, his finger thrusting into her pussy, and his thumb rubbing her clit back and forth. But when he took one of his hands and started spanking her ass, that was when the feelings really started to get intense. The blood rushed to the sensually abused area, and her skin heated to a scorching level. He smacked her ass over and over again, moving away and alternating cheeks until the pain morphed into pleasure and everything inside of her quaked. She came so fast and hard that her breath stalled, her heart stopped, and stars danced in front of her eyes. This was how it was every time she was with Maverick, and as much as it hurt, it was also the most intense pleasure she had ever experienced. When her orgasm waned and Maverick pulled away, she knew he wasn’t about to end it like that. She was flipped onto her back, and her legs were so weak that they fell to either side of her. She was bared wide open for him, and his gaze was trained right on the most intimate part of her body. Through the haze of desire she watched him undress with sure, steady movements, and grew even drunker with arousal as he gripped his massive hard-on and stroked it from root to tip.
“What are you waiting for, Maverick?” She shouldn’t tempt him, shouldn’t tease his beast, but God, it was so arousing to do it. Kettah couldn’t drag her eyes from the sight of him standing there like a dangerous, menacing lion. The wilderness that surrounded him coated her skin like a thick blanket, and she knew no amount of time would ever erase the fact this male was more animal than human. He moved between her opened legs, placed the tip of his cock at her pussy, and slowly entered her. He never just thrust inside, but gave her body time to adjust to his length and girth, and went torturously slow. Deep, strangled sounds left him, and the flash of his lion right there at the surface was strong enough that it sucked the air right from her lungs. When he was fully encased in her body he leaned back on his haunches, took a tight hold on her inner thighs, and started fucking her with steady, paced thrusts. Sweat started to cover their bodies the faster he pumped into her. For several long moments he tortured her, but she wanted it harder and faster.
“Christ, baby.” He closed his eyes and got lost in the movement, and she got lost in the sight of his body hardened and tightening. His muscles stood out in stark contrast, so very defined and male. “You’re going to come for me, baby, all over my fucking cock.” He took his other hand and grabbed one of her bouncing breasts. He tweaked the nipple, pulled the tip taut so a sting of pain speared right to the point of contact. Moving his hand away from her breasts, he smacked the still tender flesh over and over again. He alternated between her breasts, bringing stinging, delicious pain to the tissue until another orgasm claimed her. Back arched, chest thrust out, and every part of her straining, she gave in to her pleasure a second time.
“I could fuck you all night, baby. All fucking night.” She forced her eyes open, and watched in feminine appreciation as his own pleasure tore through him, making his muscles clench and a low, very lion-like roar leave him. His cock throbbed inside of her, and she felt every single powerful jet of his cum filling her. That sensation set off small tremors in her body, and the inner muscles of her pussy clenched on their own, milking him until there was nothing left to take. He collapsed on top of her, but before he crushed her with his much larger body, he rolled and took her with him. She was pressed to his damp side, and the scent of his clean sweat, and the spicy aroma that was all Maverick filled her nose. A content sigh left her, but it was when her lion turned to face her, pushed the damp hair off her neck, and buried his nose at the crook of her throat that she let the happiness and pleasure of being mated to this male consume her. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulled him closer, and let out a low purr when he started lapping at the healed wound he had first given her. It was his mark, his ownership brand, and let every other shifter know that they were mates.
“I love you, Maverick.”
He licked his mark long and slow several more times, acting just like the big cat he housed inside of him. His purr was low and loud, mixing with hers, but far more masculine and wild. He lifted his head and stared into her eyes. The blackness of his irises flashed to gold as his animal now watched her. They were one and the same, but they were also two separate entities.
“And I love you, Kettah, so fucking much, and there isn’t anything in this world that is going to t
ake you away from me, not ever.” He buried his face in the crook of her neck again and growled out, “And I’m more than willing to snap necks to make that point known.” His words were dark and cold, but she couldn’t help but smile and hold him tighter. For as caring and gentle as he could be only with her, he was also her fierce protector, her lion and the male she loved. Through a world of pain, degradation, and murder, Kettah had finally found the one light at the end of that dark tunnel. The source of the end of that light may be riddled with scars and have a tough exterior, but it was loving and warm, and showed her that through the thickness of shadows a new world can be born. Maverick Storm was that source, and she was thankful every day that she had made that decision to leave her father’s house. Sometimes the things that are most frightening turn out to be that one thing a person is searching for the most.
The End
www.jenikasnow.com
Other Books by Jenika Snow:
www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Jenika-Snow.html
If you enjoyed this book, you may also like:
The Claiming by Sam Crescent
Forbidden Mate by Stacey Espino
Jaguar Secrets by Khloe Wren
Evernight Publishing
www.evernightpublishing.com