by Leo, Rosanna
Even though the feel of his insistent digit had her squirming with hot desire, she reached down and removed it again. God only knew she wanted to make love to him, to abandon her body to his wiles, but other matters occupied her thoughts as well. “Anton, I feel I should be doing something to prepare for meeting the tribe. I’ve never belonged to a tribe before, unless you count the folks at the Ursa.”
He propped himself up on his elbow, chuckling, and moved his hand back up her body, letting it settle over her rib cage. With his thumb, he teased the underside of her breast. “Don’t be nervous. I promise they will love you as much as I do. The elders were excited to see us, weren’t they?”
“Yes, but…”
He put a finger to the tip of her nose. “But nothing. Marci, I have every faith in you. You are my Grand Princess, and you have the heart of a warrior. And remember that amazing speech you gave to the teens at the resort?”
“You thought it was amazing?”
“Hell, yes. I knew at that moment you would do incredible things with your life. You don’t realize how special you are, but I do.” He traced the line of her nose down to her lips, and it slowly made the journey along her neck, over her chest, and down to her breast. He cupped it, his touch soft and reverent, and her nipple tightened in lustful urgency. “I know everything has changed for you. I’ll never forget that you left your home for me, kitten. I owe you everything.”
She placed a hand on his left pec, right over his heart. “You are my home. I’d follow you to the ends of the earth.”
“And I’d follow you, too.” Anton inhaled deeply and loomed over her, sliding between her legs. “And in a little while, I’ll follow you back to Gemini Island, and we’ll have Christmas with your family. I’ve already set it up with your parents. Your mom wants to cook me something called jellied salad, which sounds very dubious to me.” He grinned. “Would you like to visit Gemini Island?”
“I’d love it.” She squealed, so happy he’d hit it off with her folks. After all, when she’d first broken the news to her mom and dad, she’d been met with a fair bit of reticence. Why, she’d needed one whole week just to persuade her parents she hadn’t in fact “lost her marbles.” The Lennoxes had liked Anton right away, and had been ecstatic she’d found her mate, but neither liked the idea she would move with him to a foreign country.
“Maybe you should try a long-distance relationship first,” her dad had suggested with a wry curl to his lip. However, one look at her mom, his mate, and Marci could see he’d realized it wasn’t an option.
Mates could only be together.
They’d supported her from then on, especially when they saw how Anton idolized her, practically eyeing her every step to see she didn’t fall. God forbid she should ever scrape her knee in his presence. It might cause him to suffer the vapors.
“I’ll be happy to visit, too,” he said in his deep drawl, caressing her breast. “After all, I met my mate on Gemini Island. Next to Disney World, it’s the happiest place on earth.”
She socked him in the shoulder. “Silly tiger.”
He lowered his head and grunted happily into her shoulder. “This tiger has a present for you.”
“I know.” She caressed his ass, holding him tight against her. “A big, thick one.”
He looked up. “Not that … yet.” He rolled off her and reached into the drawer of the bedside table, pulling out a rather flat gift bag. He handed it to her, his face pink with happiness. “Open it.”
She looked at the silver bag with curiosity, and then narrowed her eyes at him. She reached into the bag, and felt the telltale shape of a record album. Gasping, she pulled out Rosemary Clooney’s greatest hits. Tears immediately flooded her eyes. “Oh, Anton.”
He pointed at Rosemary, giving the singer a stern frown. “I’ll have you know I had to outbid a very wily collector for that on eBay. He was such a weasel, but I prevailed.” He hopped out of bed, grabbed the album, and motioned to an old record player next to his shiny, modern sound system on the far wall. “Which track?”
“One.” Marci watched him walk over to the record player, in awe of his manly beauty. Just witnessing the gorgeous flex of his ass muscles had her opening her legs under the sheets in anticipation. As the opening strains of “You Started Something” began to play, Anton turned and stalked back to her. He moved with the sensuality of an erotic dancer and with the finesse of a faith healer. His gaze always on her, he grinned and his taut cock bobbed for her. “So, you think we have some time before we have to head out?”
“Not as much time as I’d like, but enough to make you come with me.” He crawled back into bed, pulled down the sheet covering her, and stared at her body with pure hunger.
“No foreplay,” she said on a moan, extending her hand to him. “Just take me.”
Anton grinned and situated himself between her legs, spreading them. Her heart sped up as she waited for the inevitable, delectable invasion. She never knew what he would do to her, whether he would be gentle or rough, teasing or tender. She loved it all, every last expression of his love for her. As he teased her entrance for just a moment, her pussy reacted and she felt the moisture seep between her inner lips, coating her outer labia. He slid a finger along her seam, and his eyes widened in appreciation of her wetness. He then thrust his hardened length inside her in one delicious thrust.
Marci threw back her head, so excited to be joined to her mate yet again. No matter how many times they made love, it never stopped being new and adventurous. Each coupling only brought them closer, strengthening the connection first made across a customer service desk at the Ursa Lodge. Her lynx now occupied a permanent spot next to his very possessive tiger, and she could almost see the animals in their own tight clutches.
Anton kissed her, exploring her mouth with his tongue, and then gazed into her eyes. Driving deeper inside her, he whispered, “You are my life.”
And as ecstasy claimed her, her kitten purred.
The End
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About Rosanna Leo
Rosanna Leo has her degree in history and literature, as well as in classical singing. She currently resides in Toronto, Canada. Her favorite things are her family, libraries, and her mother's gnocchi. Rosanna loves it when the geeky, awkward girl gets the hot guy, and has made it her mission to see this happen in her books as much as possible.
Table of Contents
Predator’s Refuge
Blurb
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
About Rosanna Leo