She tightened her legs around his hips and squeezed her inner thighs wishing he would stop playing with her and screw her.
“I want you to fuck me.” She reached under the towel and grabbed hold of his thick erection, impressed with his length and width. “Or I’ll fuck you.”
He lowered his mouth to hers and gave her a soul shattering kiss, thrusting inside her mouth as one hand squeezed her breast and the other dipped inside her pants. His hand was trapped inside her panties in a matter of seconds and he thrust his fingers inside her, backing out of their kiss then and watching her with thirty shades of lust making various impressions in his masculine expression.
“Come, Ariela,” he whispered. “Show me how pretty you look when you find your pleasure.”
She gripped his cock then and pulled nice and slow, keeping her gaze pinned to his as he fingered her with precision and skill, establishing a deliberate rhythm until she was exploding around his thrusting digits, raking her fingernails down his arms and riding out a much needed release.
“Oh, Lane!” Her hips rocked. Her pussy vibrated. Her mouth fell open. “Harder, ple—” Her words caught in her throat and a series of raspy moans fell out in spurts.
“That’s it, Ariela,” he crooned, his mouth hovering over hers as he plunged three digits inside her pussy with a tempo gaining momentum with every plunge. “See how good it will be with us, lover? I’ll take you to the brink, leave you there, and then when you need it most, that’s when I’ll let you come.”
His voice was hypnotic and the words he spoke only drove her climax higher. Her pussy convulsed around his probing fingers and she bore down on his hand, wanting him to go higher and deeper but appreciating the splendid thrusts behind each finger driving her to orgasm, helping her reach that satisfying high.
“So quiet,” he whispered, slowly withdrawing his fingers when she stopped writhing in his arms. “I took you for a screamer.”
“Trust me, it’s not often when I purr.”
“Then you haven’t had the right man in your bed, Ariela.”
“I’ve had the right mates in my bed, but they’ll need to make room for one more.”
Chapter Five
After Ariela took a hot shower and enjoyed a delicious spaghetti dinner, they settled in for the night. Lane sensed her rising need to breed and her desire only fueled his own lust.
He joined her on the patio and handed off a crystal wine goblet.
“I thought you were against women who drank alcohol.”
“You’ve had four glasses. Are you tipsy?”
She looked at him with this peculiar little knowing look. “It doesn’t have alcohol in it.”
“No.” He lifted his scotch on the rocks and took a sip, savoring the dull burn rushing down his throat. Straight up dark liquor was an acquired taste, but aged scotch made even its more refined consumers pay closer attention to the manufacturing distilleries on the black labels. Setting aside his drink on the outdoor bar, he sat beside her on the lounger. “How are you feeling?”
“Let’s talk about this wine.”
“Answer my question, Ariela. You’ll find we’ll get along much better if you do.”
She frowned. “I’m horny. Is that what you want me to tell you?”
He laughed. “I love your brutal honesty when you’re pressed for a response.” He shook her foot playfully and meant to release her ankle but when he looked up, he caught a raw and explicit look on her face, one he would bet her other mates had witnessed on countless occasions.
Walking his fingers up her leg, he admired her cut calves, trim thighs, and slender figure. She’d definitely taken care of herself and considering how active she’d been in Jagger’s casino business, he was impressed.
His cock stretched with each inch of flesh he explored and before he knew it, she was crawling to his lap, draping her legs over his. She seated herself on his crotch, facing him.
“Don’t get any ideas.”
“Too late. I already have them.”
He cupped the back of her head and drew her closer. At first he started to kiss her, but when she closed those pretty eyes, he changed directions and went for her ear. Nipping at her lobe, he whispered, “What would you like for me to do for you?”
“Hmm,” she crooned, reaching down and stroking his cock through the pleated evening pants he wore. “How about I do something for you?”
“I’d like that,” he said, desperate to see his cock impaling her lips. At the same time, there were some things more important than finding one’s own pleasure. Ariela had suffered. Her breeding season had been used as a tool and his enemies had left her in a constant state of arousal.
Then again, they were wise to do as much. If they’d touched her, if they’d been inappropriate with her in any manner, they would have faced a violent death. While death was still on the agenda, he wasn’t one who demanded blood and guts. He liked to enforce clean death practices when necessary and this was one such time.
Those who had abducted Ariela deserved to meet their demise.
“When are we going to talk about my abduction?”
“As far as I’m concerned, we have. You said you didn’t know anything and I believe you. I’ll leave the investigation to the authorities and my team.”
“So you don’t want to ask me questions?”
“You said you don’t know anything. Did you tell me the truth?”
“Yes.”
“Then why would I press for details? We can leave the past behind and make the most of the present. I have employees working on this. My mate shouldn’t have to relive unpleasant moments in her life.”
“Thank you,” she said. “I really don’t mind talking about it.”
“I have a better idea,” he said, standing up and holding out his hand.
She placed her fingers in his palm. “The offer isn’t what sounds intriguing but the tone you used gives me reason to believe I should definitely let you lead.”
“You’re beautiful and smart,” he rasped. He tilted her chin to his and whispered across her lips, “I want to make love to you, Ariela.”
“I thought you’d never ask.” She drew him into a passionate kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding him close.
“Make no mistake, lover. I’m not asking. You belong to me, Ariela. You’re my woman, my lady, my precious mate. And when I want you, whether you’re in season or pregnant with my child, I will take you.”
“But—”
“Shh,” he crooned, placing his finger against her lips. “It’s not like that. Trust me.”
She slowly nodded and squeezed his fingers. He then led her to the bedroom, to the bed where they would consummate their relationship and produce his first unborn child.
* * * *
They’d taken their time undressing one another. Standing before him completely naked then, Ariela was driven by her need to breed. The lioness within wanted to kick up her posturing a notch and wait for him to mount her.
Instead, she gave him a playful push and expected him to fall on the bed so she could mount him. To her surprise, he didn’t budge. She tried again and received the same stubborn response.
“Stand over there,” Lane said, indicating a far corner with shackles and chains hooked to the wall. He leisurely pumped his cock as he watched her.
She went to the corner but shuddered at the sight. Jagger, Leon, and Sanchez didn’t practice Domination and submission. She knew very little about it. What she did know wasn’t anything she’d consider positive during her season. At the moment, she didn’t need foreplay or any play at all.
Ariela needed a good hard fuck, a throttling she wouldn’t soon forget.
“Turn around,” he said, settling against the pillows on the bed. With one hand balled into a fist and supporting his head and the other one palming his long, thick length, Lane looked relaxed, completely comfortable stroking his cock in front of her.
“Lane, I—”
“Turn around, Ariela. I’m not training you right now, but I want you to get used to the practice of standing in the corner. I want you to look at what I have there. The silver trays come down from the wall and I can use them to spread you, cuff your ankles and wrists, and have my way with you.” His voice was laden with masculine desire, hardcore interest and manly confidence. “I can also leave you in that corner for misbehaving. We need to be clear here. I will punish you if you disrespect me. Today, in front of Cara, you disrespected me.”
“But—”
“But your punishment was executed and you spent time bound to my bed. I wanted you to fully understand why you were punished. Still, I prefer sending my subs to the corner where they have time to think about their punishment. While we’re here, I wanted you to see where you’ll spend time if you aren’t respectful of me.”
“So are you planning to punish me with the corner today?” She faced him then, hot and bothered, so eager to feel his body pressing against hers that she could almost feel him taking and claiming her, making her feel as if she truly belonged to him.
“No. Like I said before, you’ve already been punished.” His nostrils flared suddenly and he lifted his chin and scented the room. “Come to bed, Ariela.”
She went to him then and he rose to a seated position. He gripped her hips and nuzzled her belly suspiciously. He seemingly inhaled every centimeter of her midsection before dropping his head to her pussy. “You’re almost out of season.”
“How do you—”
“My instincts are razor sharp when you’re with me Ariela. We have less than an hour. Trust me.”
“Because you’re a langle and you have such an extraordinary sixth sense that you’re never wrong?”
He laughed. “Something like that.” His expression changed and he was serious in an instant. “Straddle me.”
She swallowed as she looked down at his erection. She reached for him, but he stopped her by wrapping his hand around her wrist. “Sit, Ariela. There isn’t time. If I’d known our first time would be like this, believe me, I would’ve skipped dinner, but now we don’t have much time.”
“Time for what?”
“Trust me.”
“You keep saying to trust you but shouldn’t we talk about this? Shouldn’t you tell me if your primary reason for wanting me is because you want me to mother your children?”
“You will mother my children, but it isn’t the only reason I want you.” He dragged her forward, forcing her against his hard chest. Lifting her hips then, he bracketed her legs around his waist and lowered her to his cock.
He focused on her face and slowly impaled her, making sure he gave her time to adjust to the complete intrusion. He released a guttural roaring sound as she slid all the way down his shaft.
“Lane.” As soon as she was seated on his cock, a tremendous sensation rolled over her. She could feel every inch of his masculine flesh wedging in between her moist and sensitive walls. Her muscles relaxed and then tensed. She was certain of the sensations he felt as well.
“There, lover,” he whispered, pushing her hair over her shoulder and kissing her from one side of her collarbone to the other.
She shivered. He shivered.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” She locked her legs tighter around his body, enjoying the heat penetrating from his cock, the warmth of his length as he held her against him but didn’t move.
“You’re so lovely,” he whispered, framing her face with his big hands and leaving reverent kisses on her lips, the tip of her nose, each independent cheek, and forehead.
She felt cherished and adored. She felt the most exquisite sensations as he thrummed inside her without moving his hips, without using his feet to throw his body higher or rock his lower half against her.
Her pussy squeezed around his shaft as he pressed inside her, appearing in no particular hurry to make an impression. Her heart raced right along with her annoying pulse now tickling her wrists.
Using his shoulders for support, she lifted herself up and he brought her back down. She tried to raise herself away from his cock again and again he pushed her body down on his. He stared into her eyes as if he wanted her to see how much he enjoyed her.
“Don’t rush this, Ariela.”
“I’m in heat! I need to come.”
“And you will.”
“I don’t doubt that.” Her body enveloped his cock. Her pussy wrapped around his length as if testing the strength of her intimate grip.
He blinked and released a hard breath. His head went back and hers went forward. She nipped at his aroused nipples, pulling one tight gem between her teeth as she reverently caressed his stomach, tracing his abs.
The prickly hairs around his cock roused her, stoked her need as if she’d been probed for a reaction. She pushed her fingers against the base of his shaft and slid forward, crying out in pleasure as she felt the first emergence of the fleshy barb, the evidence of a shifter with the ability to love a woman with a lion’s share of passion.
Her pussy became wetter as he finally began to move, long-thrusting her at his leisure as he leaned back on the bed and brought her over him. “So beautiful. Ride me, pretty woman.”
Ariela clenched her bottom and scooted forward, slowly taking him, loving the way his cock lengthened inside her. As the barb pushed its way under the head of his penis, her passion burned wild.
She cupped her full breasts, loving the way he stared at her hands as she raked her fingers over her nipples. His dark hooded eyes followed her every move, seemingly struck on the idea of watching their bodies as they rocked together as one.
“Now, Ariela,” he hissed. “This is when you tell me you belong to me.”
“Ah, Lane.” Her palms flattened on his stomach. She fought for resistance, needing to hold out for another moment, just a few more strokes.
He sat up in a half-seated position, burying his face in her breasts as he threw his weight higher, fucking her wild, loving her with that long and satisfying cock. “Tell me, Ariela. Say you belong to me.”
“Lane!” Her pussy milked at his shaft, clenching and releasing, vibrating. “Oh God, Lane! Let me come!”
“I’ll pull out now!” He gritted his teeth and roared in fury. “Tell me now, woman! Tell me you’re mine!”
The pulse of his penis burned her walls. She could sense, no, she could literally feel the heat gathering in his cockhead, the semen rushing through his shaft. His resistance held her orgasm in reserve, forced her to work harder and harder for the release she desperately desired.
“Lane!”
“You belong to me!” He thumped inside her now, holding her around the waist and plunging in and out with such ravenous strokes she was sure she would explode and never stop coming. If. He’d. Only. Let. Her!
“Lane. Lane. Lane.” Her ragged breaths threatened to suffocate her. She wanted, oh God she needed, to tell him everything, every fear she had, every hope and dream, every thought. She couldn’t leave behind the lovers she adored, the mates she’d joined with in a circle of commitment. Didn’t that matter? Didn’t commitment mean something? Wasn’t her future already sealed with a fated union destined to keep her together with her mates until the end of time?
“Mine.” He breathed against the fullness of her breast, pulling out slowly. “Say it or it’s over now.”
He forced his hips back. His cockhead was now barely buried inside her walls. He grabbed her by the hair of the head, holding his fist at her nape. “You tell me when you’ve felt like this. Tell me, damn you. Have you ever felt like this?”
Goosebumps covered her skin. Cold shivers left her rocking against him. She felt his muscles tighten. The pulse of his penis, the determination he mastered in order to stop his cock from jutting forward.
“I want you to say it.” He stilled against her. He bracketed his arm around her waist and hissed. “This will be the only time you have the
opportunity to latch onto what is yours to have, Ariela—power, money, fame, fortune, and influence. It’s all within your reach. Take it. Let us build the empire you’ve longed to have. I can give you everything you need.”
Her body succumbed then to the overwhelming amount of pleasure and pain. The pleasure was physical. The pain was the knowledge of what she’d leave behind by taking hold of what Lane promised her from here forward.
As if he were aware of the decision she’d made, he slipped his hand up the side of her face and into her hair, dragging her into a heated kiss and sinking inside her pussy once more. “There we go, sweet woman. That’s right. Everything you want is right here. All you have to do is reach out and take it.”
“Yes,” she whispered, feeling the flex of his cock, the strength in his muscles. “Yes, Lane. Yes!” She fell back then, arching in his arms as he drove his cock inside her. Every sensation he felt, was also hers to have and she realized he felt the same orgasmic pleasures, too.
“I’m yours, Lane,” she whispered, releasing a series of whimpers as he thrust inside her with hard-pounding beats.
“Yes you’re mine, baby.” He stroked her hair while thrumming in and out of her walls. He rammed his cock higher and deeper. “You were born to be mine, Ariela. Ah yes. My sweet, sweet, Ariela.”
Sudden rapture captured their bodies. They clawed at one another as they fought to keep their inner beasts away from their loving, away from their joining. They would have plenty of time to entertain the greedy cats frolicking inside them, the animals desperate to be freed.
For now, this joining was about Lane and Ariela, two lovers destined to be together at any cost. And there would definitely be a high price to pay.
Chapter Six
In Las Vegas, the city’s tourists had no way of knowing the town’s casino owners were in the middle of preparing for an underground war. On the Vegas Strip and in the downtown properties as well, casino executives called for closed-door meetings in an effort to tighten security and take extra precautions to protect their family and friends, employees and casino patrons. Casino owners up and down the Strip were viewing Ariela’s abduction like a personal hit to their own families.
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