It made her slightly uncomfortable, but at the same time, several mixed drinks and one hot winning streak was giving her a huge boost of confidence. When the inevitable seven finally came, the table cheered for her even though she’d lost. She did a small curtsy and tossed her own small stack of chips into her purse.
She looked around her. Becca and Allie had disappeared somewhere in the fray. She found that she was thirsty, and she didn’t want to stand in her heels anymore. She spotted a bar just across the way and decided to go put her feet up for a couple minutes. Regretfully, she left the man and the rest of the crowd at the table.
As she settled onto the bar stool, she ordered a drink and checked her phone. It seemed that Becca and Allie had found a couple of hot guys to occupy their time and were potentially out of commission for the rest of the evening. She sighed, but it didn’t bother her. She was still feeling the high from the craps table. Adrenalin worked in a mysterious way.
Her drink arrived, and when she took our her money to pay, the bartender told her that it had already been taken care of. She raised an eyebrow. When the man from the craps table slid into the seat next to her, her jaw almost dropped to the floor.
“I think I might have to call you my Lady Luck,” he said. “I haven’t won that much at a table in a long time.”
“You’re welcome,” she said in a noncommittal voice. She was amazed she could speak at all. The man was even better looking up close. Short, brown hair curled over his wide, green eyes. With his chiseled cheekbones, wide shoulders, and trim waist, he looked like a Greek Adonis incarnated in the flesh. He was wearing a suit, which seemed a little formal for a night out at the casino, but he filled it out in a way that was absolutely mouthwatering.
“My name is Marc,” he said holding up his own drink in the gesture of a toast.
“Kelly,” she said, feeling a little breathless.
“Kelly, I’m not the kind of man that beats around the bush. You are hands-down the most beautiful woman in this casino, and I’d love it if you would consider joining me in my suite for a nightcap. Would you be open to that, or am I being too forward?”
Normally, Kelly would have dismissed the guy immediately. But this was her last night in Vegas, and she’d been feeling so low about herself earlier that day. And now she was being propositioned by the sexiest man she had ever laid eyes on, and on top of that she was horny as hell, so what could go wrong? What happened in Vegas stayed in Vegas, right? Right? Yeah, baby. She was all in for a night of wild sex. Her vibrator could take the night off.
“You aren’t being too forward,” she said with a small grin.
“Well, then.” Marc stood up and offered her his arm. “Shall we?”
As she wound her arm on his, she couldn’t help but notice the waves of heat that seemed to emanate off him. His green eyes flashed in an unspoken triumph. They held hers in a kind of trance as she walked through the busy casino floor with him. She felt as if she was gliding through a cloud. Her heart beat faster. Blood rushed to her head. Giddy. Dreamy. Was it really happening?
When Marc put a hand on the small of her back, it was as if she could feel every single finger burning through the fabric of her dress. Intense heat rippled up her spine.
Shit.
Her nipples hardened in an instant and a deep longing ache in her pussy throbbed like a hangover headache: dull and stubbornly persistent. Her heartbeat accelerated and her face flushed from arousal. She moistened. Without checking she knew her panties were damp. She hadn’t been this wet for a guy this quickly in her entire life. And he didn’t do anything to her. Yet.
Ooh…
As they stepped into the elevator, he inserted a key card into the reader and then hit the button for the penthouse. Kelly used the support of the back wall to keep her upright. Each time she met his gaze her knees went weak. The man had incredible magnetism that pulled her to him. Her heart beat fast. Heat rushed to her head This is crazy, she laughed inwardly. I must be starving for sex so bad that I got aroused when a hot guy came within my reach. And Marc was everything a woman dreamed of: tall, well-built, well-dressed and devastatingly good looking. God, she wanted this man more than anything in the world.
She restrained herself to fan herself when he studied her from head-to-toe. A smile curled on the corner of his lips.
“So, Kelly, are you enjoying Vegas so far?” he asked.
She didn’t trust her own voice so she nodded like a bobbing doll. She cleared her throat. “Sorry,” she whispered, blushing. “How do you know I’m a tourist? Am I that obvious?”
He chuckled. “I detect a Brooklyn accent in you. You live there?”
“Not anymore. How about you? Are you a native resident of the Sin City?”
“Born and bred. You came here alone?”
Kelly shook her head. “My cousin got married yesterday and my friends decided to tag along, wanting to see the glamorous Vegas nightlife.”
“I feel I should thank your cousin. I wouldn’t have met you if your cousin didn’t have the wedding here.”
She blushed even more.
Marc stepped into her space. He stroked the curl of her hair. Kelly just realized that he had the greenest eyes she’d ever seen—they were breathtaking. She found herself lost in them.
“Where were you all my life, sweetheart?” he murmured. He tugged her chin up and kissed her lips. He kissed her open-mouthed, full of passion that made her knees weak and her bones turn to jelly. The man was one hell of a kisser. The fire inside her stoked into a burning inferno. Aching, searing, and hungry. She returned his kiss with the same ferocity. Starving from her loneliness all these years. Emotionally hurt from her pain. Marc mauled back, letting her know he liked to be in charge. She didn’t mind that. Their kisses were an opera of lust and the rhythm of the symphony climbed high in staccato beats. His hands were all over her. He lifted her up onto her tiptoes, and she sighed with pleasure as his mouth tasted hers. It felt so good. She could feel the hardness of his cock pressed against her belly.
Big. Intimidating. Pure male.
That was one package she couldn’t wait to unwrap.
She barely noticed when the elevator doors opened. The length of the corridor was closed in a heartbeat. Marc pulled her into a room that opened into a wide, expansive space. Even the promise of the Vegas skyline couldn’t hold her attention as Marc’s fingertips had already found the zipper on the back of her dress.
Whoa. Whoa. What about the drink he promised?
This was crazy.
She didn’t know anything about this guy other than his name and the fact that he was sexy as sin.
But did it matter?
She was leaving in the morning. She’d go back to her boring life, and her boring job, and she would probably never have an opportunity like this again. That idea spurred her forward. She helped him with the zipper when it got stuck, and as he shoved the silky fabric roughly down her body, she heard the catch of his breath.
“I’ve been waiting to see those delicious breasts since the first moment I laid eyes on you,” Marc said.
Kelly felt like a goddess standing there in front of him as she read the hot desire in his eyes. He took her hands and gently tugged her toward the bed. He sat down on the edge and pulled her into the space between his knees. His hands ran the length of her sides as he began kissing the sensitive skin between her breasts. Everywhere that his lips touched left a trail of fire.
She wasn’t even sure where she lost her panties in the whole thing, but when she felt the whisper of his fingertips sliding across her exposed lower belly, she let out a loud moan of appreciation. His fingers teased the seam along her sex, and her body trembled when he licked her nipple.
He pulled her onto the bed and straddled her. Out of nowhere, she was blanketed by a sense of vulnerability seeing that Marc was still fully clothed and she had not had a single thread on her body. He held the power over her.
He could do anything he wanted, the way he wanted, as gen
tle or as rough as he wanted and there was nothing she could do about it.
On second thought, that didn’t sound too bad, at all.
Marc bestowed a hungry kiss on her lips. His eyes glittered like precious jewels. “I don’t know what happen to me, but as soon as I saw you, I knew I must have you.”
“Really? What would you do if I came here with my husband?”
A slow, indulgent smile spread on his face. “I’d bribe your husband. If that didn’t work, I’d just steal you from him.”
“Aren’t you a confident man?”
“That, I am.” He dipped his head and kissed the side of her neck.
She gasped. Tiny swirls of pleasure sparked beneath her skin. He groped her with his free hand. His fingertips found the hard nub of her clit, and he began to stroke it in hard circles.
“You are so wet. I love it,” Marc growled.
Their eyes locked.
At that very moment she felt that what they were doing was meant to be. It was like gazing through the magic mirror and seeing the other half of your heart on the other side. God, she’d never wanted a man as badly as she wanted Marc now.
Kelly threaded her fingers into his lush hair. She kissed him back with passion, just as hungry, just as greedy as he was. She gasped again when he inserted a finger inside her. She unconsciously licked her lips. He noticed it.
“That’s so fucking sexy. Do it again,” he ordered.
“Do what?”
“Lick your lips.”
She did what he asked. Marc seemed to get off on that.
“Fuck, babe,” he hissed between his teeth. “That’s it. I’m going to fuck you all night. If you still can walk tomorrow morning that means I didn’t do my job right.”
Kelly laughed softly. “Is that a threat?”
“No, babe. It’s a promise.” With that he got off her and started to undress.
She leaned on her side as she watched him get naked. His shoes came off first. His designer sport jacket. Tie. Shirt. Briefs. Socks. He was as magnificent as she’d imagined that he looked like beneath his impeccable attire. His body was fit and toned, not an ounce of fat on him. Tan skin. Broad shoulders. Tapered waist. Long, powerful legs. And his cock…
Her mouth watered at the sight of his virility.
He was well-endowed with a thick shaft and even fatter base. She got dizzy by just looking at him. She couldn’t help feeling a bit intimidated.
Marc climbed onto the bed and pulled her under him. “Now sexy, where were we?”
Kelly wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips. “I believe you told me that you’re going to ravage me all night.”
“Damn right, baby. You’re mine.” He nipped along the side of her jaw, her neck, the hollow of her throat and her breasts. “Your scent’s so good, I could smell you across the game table. Baby, you drive me insane.”
“Marc…”
He touched and kissed and licked every inch of her body like a teenager who just found something forbidden for the first time. His tongue was everywhere, licking, teeth scraping her fevered skin. She writhed in pleasure. When he pushed her legs apart and feasted on her pussy, she thought she was going to die from too much pleasure. He plunged his tongue in as far as he could and licked inside of her. And the way he sucked her clit. God. She thought she was losing her mind. The pleasure was so overwhelming she couldn’t take it anymore. She found herself pull away from him. But Marc wouldn’t let her, his hands clamping on her hips while his licks deepening even more. She came so hard she saw fireworks explode before her.
She gasped his name as she orgasmed.
Marc looked so pleased to see her climax. “There, there, baby. You looked so pretty when you came like that.” He stroked his rock-hard cock. “Sorry, I can’t wait any longer. I must have you now.” He positioned himself on her sex and thrust.
Kelly forgot to breathe for a second. He was big and she hadn’t had sex in a long time. She clawed the sheet as he worked himself in and out of her. God. He stretched her, filled her to the hilt and she thought she’d split in half. But God, it was so good. That cock throbbed in her depth, so hot and pulsing as if it possessed a life of its own.
He thrust into her and stilled. His eyes glittered like precious stone.
She was mesmerized by them.
Marc braced his arms beside her head. He kissed her on the mouth as he started to rock again.
She could taste of her own juice on him and it turned her on even more. He looked deeply into her eyes as he thrust in and out, picking up his pace. He fucked her until the unbearable feeling came back, body tensed, ready for the next climax. Her pussy rippled around his hard shaft as he kept hammering at her with zealous intensity.
Fuck. So good it had to be sin.
She kissed him, breathing fast and murmuring some half-formed words about how good he made her feel. He pressed his forehead against her, his breath hot on her face.
He pounded once, twice three times and that enough to set her on fire for the second one. He didn’t stop as she shook from head to toe, mind floating to the clouds. His fucks were precise, sharp and mind-shattering. She could feel the texture of his shaft, hard flesh encased in a silken glove. One heartbeat later she came unbidden. The pleasure hit her so hard she thought she’d die for long seconds. The motherlode of pleasure was so intense it scared her a bit.
Marc came after her. His cock juddered in her depths, spasming and filling her with his fertile seed. Sweat blanketed his body, making him slick.
“Babe…” he whispered.
“Mm?”
He seemed like he wanted to say something intimate but changed his mind at the very last moment. He shook his head and smiled. “You’re so beautiful, babe.”
“Kiss me, handsome.” She wrapped her arms around his neck.
He did what she asked. This time he was gentle and yet still passionate. She felt as if the ephemeral light of the star cocooned around her tenderly.
She then felt him hardening again inside her. She broke their kiss. “Are you…?”
His smile was wicked this time. “You don’t think I was going to be satisfied with just one round, do you? Like I said, I’m going to fuck you. All. Night.”
Oh dear.
CHAPTER THREE
Marc woke up and stretched luxuriously in his bed. For some reason he felt more relaxed and at ease than he could remember in a long time. Ever since becoming the alpha of the DaVaca clan, he carried a heavy weight on his shoulders that sometimes wore him down. His father had warned him about the pressure of leadership, but it was something that he had been raised to do. It was a burden he gladly shouldered despite the toll.
No, it wasn’t thinking about the wellbeing of his clan that was making him happy that morning. It was the woman who had writhed beneath him and warmed his bed the evening before. His arms stretched out across the bed. The sheets were cool beneath his touch. His eyes sprang open as he sat up. He looked around quickly. The bed and the room around him were empty. He lifted his nose and smelled the air. There was still the faintest trace of the scent of apples and cinnamon in the air. The smell he now associated with her.
Not bothering with clothes, he climbed out of bed and padded across the room. His inner beast became anxious. “She couldn’t have gone far.”
He opened the bedroom door and looked out into the main room of the suite. Marc had a house in the hills overlooking the Strip, but with the business that he did with the various casinos, he was always able to have a suite available at his disposal when he wanted one, not to mention he was considered a high roller anytime he gambled. He won big, and he lost big on any given day. The casino bosses knew it was in their best interests to keep him happy.
He found the master suite was also empty. The clothes that he had stripped from her body were gone. He followed the smell of her scent all the way to the elevator doors.
He put his hand on the metal door and swore. She was gone, and he knew nothing about her o
ther than her first name.
Then why did this bother him so?
Marc moved back into the room and headed straight for the bottle of scotch on the side table. There was something eating at him that he couldn’t quite identify. It wasn’t as if he’d never had a one-night stand before. Although he had recently gotten out of a rather lengthy relationship, he had been more than making up for lost time since then.
Usually, this type of situation should have made him happy. No strings, no excuses, no clingy woman asking for a favor or another. But there was something about this encounter that was different.
He took a sip of the scotch and tried to settle his alter-beast. He looked up into the mirror across from him and saw his eyes. They glimmered even in the sun’s rays of the early morning light.
“Shit,” he said. His inner feline was trying to tell him something and he wasn’t listening. “It can’t be.”
Taking his glass across the room, he sank himself on the couch. He stared at his hands, thinking about the touch of Kelly’s skin. It had felt so soft and welcoming. There had been something that was so right. From the moment he saw her, he’d been immediately drawn to her, her energy and her smile and her laughter. It was as if she had been lit up from the inside as a beacon just for him, and he wanted nothing more than to bask in her presence.
That was what had caused him to follow her to the bar—aside from the fact that her dress clung to every luscious curve of her body. Marc liked his women as curvaceous as possible. To him, a curvy body meant healthy and happy cubs. And that was when the final piece of the puzzle clicked into place. Kelly was not an ordinary encounter, not by any means.
“She’s my mate,” he said in a shocked tone. Of course, it made perfect sense. Why didn’t he think of this before? This was what his alter-beast had been trying to tell him. He had found her, after all of this time.
Unlike other shifters, werejaguars found their intended ones when they impregnated or carried their partner’s cub. The one way that a werejaguar knew for sure that he finally found a mate was the psychic link that was formed between them at the moment of conception of new life in the female’s womb.
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