His shout of pleasure echoed through the caverns, the musk of his cat spicing the air. She stroked her tongue over the tip, lapping the bead of pre-come and purring at the taste of him. Yummy. Widening her lips, she sucked him deeper into her mouth.
Bayon’s hips arched upward, his breath hissing through his clenched teeth as she took her time to savor every impressive inch of him, scraping her teeth down the throbbing shaft before using her tongue to trace a thick vein back up to the tip.
“Wait.” He threaded his fingers through her hair as she took him deep enough to feel the head of him at the back of her throat. “Christ, honey, I need to be inside you when I come.”
With a tantalizing lack of speed she lifted her head, freeing him from the suction of her mouth with an audible pop.
He cursed, tugging her by the hair to urge her up his body. Keira growled in glorious anticipation.
It’d been so long since she’d felt such stark, uncomplicated desire. Hell, she wasn’t sure she’d ever felt this kind of need before. Her every nerve was buzzing with life, sensitized to the point that she thought she might combust.
“Bossy and impatient,” she murmured. “I was just getting started.”
Without warning he grasped her hips and jerked her into place, stealing her breath as the fierce jut of his cock settled in the damp heat between her legs.
She sighed, the persistent throb in her pussy rejoicing as the wide tip of him slipped just inside her body. But instead of shoving himself home, he clutched her hips and regarded her with smoldering eyes.
“You can play all you want next time,” he said in thick tones. “But Keira, I’ve waited for you all my life,” he rasped. “I can’t wait another second.”
God almighty, she was in trouble.
“Bayon.”
“Now…my turn for some tasting,” he informed her, drawing her toward his waiting lips. “I want you begging before I’m done.”
With a smile that held a wicked promise, Bayon branded her lips with a kiss of pure hunger. The taste of his cat on her tongue sizzled through her, setting off explosions of pleasure.
Then, spreading kisses over her face, he at last stroked his tongue down the length of her arched neck. Keira’s fingers dug into his shoulders as he tugged her upward, catching the tender tip of her nipple between his teeth. She gave a soft purr as he nipped her sensitive flesh, her head tilted back at the insistent bliss darting through her. He turned his attention to the other breast, deliberately urging her desire to a fever pitch.
She needed to get him inside her.
Immediately.
But Bayon wasn’t finished tormenting her. Even as she struggled to slide onto his waiting cock, he was ruthlessly tugging her up to her knees. She cursed, glancing down to watch his mouth explore the clenched muscles of her stomach, his tongue darting out to send a shiver of searing lust through her.
She moaned, her heavy lashes lowering as his extended teeth scraped over the curve of her hip and down the inside of her thigh.
Okay, she’d let him play alpha. Just this once.
Then his seeking lips found her moist pussy and any logical thoughts were destroyed. Oh, this was so fucking good.
Barely remembering to breathe as his tongue stroked the highly sensitive flesh, she speared her fingers in the thick satin of his hair.
There was something a bit naughty about straddling him as he expertly tongued her, although she intended to become a whole lot naughtier before the day was over.
Still holding her hips, Bayon found her clit, gently sucking as the magical pressure began to build.
“I knew there was a reason I called you honey,” he rasped. “You taste so sweet. Cream and honey, my favorite.”
“Oh god, Bayon, I’m close,” she gasped.
“Yes,” he muttered, guiding her back so he could position her over his straining erection.
Then, slowly he penetrated her damp channel.
Keira purred as she pressed herself ever deeper. She’d known he was large. Hell, she’d had him in her mouth. But she hadn’t realized what it would mean to have that delectable hardness stretching her to the limit. Now she groaned in fierce approval. She could become addicted to the sensation of being speared by such a large cock.
Oh, yeah.
Size really did matter.
Spreading her knees, she allowed him to sink even deeper inside her, smiling with wicked satisfaction when he hissed in approval. She liked to reward excellence. And Bayon was truly a master at pleasing a demanding female.
Savoring his slow, steady pace, Keira at last placed her hands on his chest, holding his gaze that had gone cat-gold. With one swipe, she deliberately allowed her claws to pierce his skin, marking him from his collarbone to just above his nipples.
His roar of shock shook the air, vibrating through her as her cat stretched toward her mate.
“Mine,” she breathed.
“Mine,” he panted. “Forever.”
Lifting herself until the tip of his cock was nearly at her entrance, she sharply plummeted downward. His hips jerked off the ground, his snarl of pleasure sweet music to her ears.
Keira chuckled, euphoria at the sensation of being bound to this male bubbling through her like the finest champagne.
This cat meant to be hers for all eternity.
How could she ever have tried to push him away?
Refusing to dwell on how close she’d come to losing this strong, loyal, astonishingly compassionate man, she concentrated on the sensation of Bayon’s deepening thrusts, her soft pants filling the air as her muscles clenched in preparation for her impending orgasm.
Bayon tightened his grip and buried his face in the curve of her neck. Then, still pumping into her at a furious pace, he sank his claws into her lower back, marking her at the same time he catapulted her into a shattering climax.
Keira quivered in ecstasy, convulsing around him as he gave one more thrust and cried out with the violent pleasure of his own orgasm.
Chapter 5
Bayon wrapped Keira tightly in his arms as they sprawled beside the pool, lazing in the fading rays of sunlight that peeked through the narrow opening at the top of the waterfall.
Mate.
The word seeped into his soul, filling the empty void that had made him feel half alive for far too long.
This female completed him in a way that defied explanation.
Nuzzling the soft skin of her temple, he sensed the instant her mind cleared of the sensual fog that had held her enthralled. Lifting her head, she eyed him with a guarded expression.
“Well, that was—”
“Marvelous, stupendous, the best sex you’ve ever had?” he helpfully supplied.
She licked her lips, sending a jolt of raw lust through him. He’d just had the best orgasm of his life, but his cock was already hardening for a second round.
“Unexpected,” she said.
He frowned, a sudden stab of fear piercing his heart. “You don’t regret becoming my mate, do you?”
Her brows lifted in genuine surprise. “God, no. It’s something we should have done a long time ago.”
“Yes, it is,” he muttered, relief searing away the knot of dread in the pit of his stomach. Keira had battled against their mating for so long he hadn’t been entirely confident she might not bolt in horror when she realized she’d actually done the deed. “So, what’s bothering you?”
“I feel selfish.”
“Selfish?”
“Our people are in danger.” The emerald in her eyes darkened with concern. “You should be out on the hunt for our enemies, not pandering to my needs.”
His hand cupped her bare ass, pressing her against his thick shaft. “I like pandering to your needs.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Bayon.”
With a chuckle he kissed the tip of her nose. “Trust me, Keira, everything possible is being done,” he assured her. “When Talon has located a name or an address I’ll return to the hunt.”
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br /> Her still-pale features tightened with a surge of emotion. “I need to help.”
Bayon had known this moment was coming. Keira was too dominant to willingly remain in these caves.
“Keira.”
She stiffened, clearly preparing herself for his protest. “What?”
“You’re not ready.”
“Be careful.” There was a golden flash of danger in her eyes. “Just because we’re mated doesn’t mean you can start giving me orders.”
The scent of angry female puma filled the air, but Bayon wasn’t just another Hunter who relied on brute strength. His mother had taught him that keeping his prey off guard was always preferable to direct confrontation.
It worked the same with a powerful woman.
“I may be occasionally dense, but I’m not stupid,” he assured her, his fingers absently trailing up the curve of her spine. “I have no intention of giving you orders. I was trying to point out that until your full memory returns you’re a liability.”
She hissed at his blunt words, but even as her lips parted to inform him that he was a total jerk-wad she snapped them shut, grudgingly accepting he had a point.
“You’re right,” she at last managed to rasp. “We can’t be sure what they did to me. I could be programmed to betray the very people I’ve sworn to protect.”
Bayon held her gaze. It might be shitty to use her loyalty to her people to keep her from charging after her kidnappers, but Bayon knew he’d have to use every trick he possessed to handle this female.
She was cunning, strong, and utterly independent, and she would walk all over him if he wasn’t careful.
“For now it’s more important that you try to piece together how you were kidnapped,” he murmured softly. “That might lead us to someone who can give us info on the bastards.”
With a sudden shove, Keira was out of his arms and seated on the edge of the pool with her arms wrapped around her knees.
“I’ve tried,” she muttered.
Taking care not to startle her, Bayon moved to sit beside her. He was painfully aware that while his mate was physically healed, there was still a part of her that was dangerously fragile.
“Do you think they had a method of erasing your memories?”
“No.” Her gaze was locked on the droplets of water that sparkled like diamonds, as if they held some clue to her missing memories. “I think it’s me.”
“You?”
“I think there’s some reason I’m blocking the memory.”
His gaze skimmed her fragile profile. Keira’s personality was so forceful it was easy to forget just how delicately she was built.
“Then we wait until you’re prepared to face it.”
She gave a sharp shake of her head. “No.”
He growled low in his throat. Damned stubborn feline.
“Keira—”
She turned to meet his annoyed glare, her expression one of grim determination. “Listen to me.”
He didn’t want to. He wanted to tell her that it was too dangerous. But one look into the shadows that lurked in her eyes and he knew that Keira didn’t need a protector. Not now. She needed to know he would support her.
“I’m listening,” he said.
“For the past twenty-five years I’ve been forced to feel helpless.” She shuddered, the days of being locked in the cell still raw in her mind. “It nearly destroyed me.”
Bayon reached out to brush his fingers over her pale cheek, his heart squeezing with pain. Only a Pantera with Keira’s mental strength could have survived.
“I get it, honey, I really do.”
She grabbed his fingers and pressed them to her lips. “Then you understand I can’t just sit here waiting. I have to do something.”
He grimaced. “Do what?”
“I don’t…” She surged upright, her hands clenched at her side. “Wait.”
Bayon straightened much more slowly. “I’m not going to like this, am I?”
“I want to retrace my steps.”
It took a second to understand what she was suggesting. “You mean the night that you met with Sean?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“It might jog a memory.”
He gave a slow nod. It wasn’t a bad plan. And as much as he hated the thought of allowing this female to leave the protection of the caves, the memories she was suppressing might very well be necessary to tracking down their enemies.
“It’s been twenty-five years,” he cautioned. She was desperate to feel as if she were actively involved in hunting those who had tortured her, but he didn’t want her to get her hopes up too high. “The human world has changed.”
She tilted her chin to an angle that said ‘don’t screw with me.’
“I have to try.”
“Fine.” Strolling forward, Bayon grabbed her by the waist and tossed her over his shoulder. “But first, a bath.”
She gave a startled squawk. “What are you doing?”
He waded into the water, smiling as he caught the scent of her rising arousal. “You’re my mate.”
“Yeah, I got the memo.” She reached around to rub the marks on her lower back that had healed to silvery lines.
“It’s time you take up your wifely duties,” he informed her, reaching the middle of the pool and lowering her to her feet.
“Really?” Her stern expression was ruined by the sparkle of amusement in her golden eyes. “And what wifely duties do you expect me to perform?”
He turned, the warm water lapping around his waist. “You can begin with washing my back.”
He heard her laugh before she was pouncing from behind and pushing his head under the water.
“Or I could just drown you and find a mate to wash my back.”
His cat purred, relishing her playful response. This was the Keira from their childhood. The female who’d stolen his heart.
Underwater, Bayon flipped to swim between her spread legs, breaking the surface behind her.
Before she could turn, he pinned her arms to her side and hauled her against his bare chest. Then, with a growl he sank his teeth into the side of her neck.
“Mmm.” The taste of sweet female musk exploded on his tongue, and with one tilt of his hips he slid his cock deep into her welcoming heat. “My wildcat.”
***
Keira flexed her claws, digging them into the mossy ground beneath her paws as she stood at the entrance to the caves.
Standing so still she appeared a part of the shadows, she simply absorbed her surroundings. The damp breeze. The scent of rich earth and vegetation. The tangible tingle of magic that touched everything in the Wildlands.
Home.
This place wasn’t just where she lived. It was a part of her that was as necessary as breathing.
Her brief moment of contentment was shattered by the distant scent of her brother as he headed toward the village.
Shit.
She battled back the surge of grief at their continued separation.
When Bayon had carried her into the Wildlands, she’d been panicked at the thought of meeting Pantera.
Any Pantera.
She had no explanation. Just a ruthless fear that refused to be dismissed.
Now she understood that her continued reluctance to reveal herself to Parish had nothing to do with that strange sense of dread.
She’d adored her younger brother from the moment their mother had placed him in her arms. He’d been a quiet, intelligent baby with an intense stare that could intimidate grown men.
A born leader.
And a born protector.
He’d smother her with the need to keep her safe.
And she couldn’t risk him trying to block her search for the truth.
Not when she sensed the very future of the Pantera might depend on her discovering why she’d been kidnapped.
A low roar that assured her the coast was clear thankfully intruded into her dark thoughts. Pausing long enough to make sure
she was fully focused, Keira moved with a swift grace through the underbrush. She’d been the one to demand the opportunity to search the cabin where she’d been kidnapped. The last thing she wanted was to prove she wasn’t prepared.
She joined Bayon, who was waiting for her across the nearest lily-clogged channel. Like her, he was in cat form, a beautiful golden creature with golden eyes swirled with pale green. She rubbed her head affectionately against his thick neck before turning to trot across the boggy ground.
They moved in silence, but Keira didn’t need to hear Bayon telling her that he was frustrated as hell by her insistence on retracing her steps. The sharp-edged scent of his temper rolled off his body in fierce waves. Still, he was wise enough keep his opinion to himself, even when they reached the edge of the Wildlands and shifted back to human form.
They were both dressed in black jeans and black sweatshirts to blend into the night, and both had strapped small firearms to their upper thighs. They could easily kill with their bare hands, even when in their human forms, but they didn’t know how she’d been overpowered by mere humans.
A little extra firepower seemed a sensible precaution.
Heading directly north, Keira grimaced as they were forced to skirt around a large bog filled with brown sludge that smelled like rotting eggs.
Christ, how had the nasty quagmires that had started to form at the edges of the Wildlands over fifty years ago spread so far?
The realization spurred her to a faster pace. She had no idea if her kidnapping had any connection to the destruction of the marshland, but the sooner she and Bayon could track the bastards down, the sooner they could start beating the answers from them.
They’d traveled several miles before Bayon at last broke the silence. “Where are we going?”
“It’s not far.” She glanced over her shoulder. “Trouble keeping up?”
Despite his lingering frustration, he flashed a wicked grin. “I like the view from behind.”
Of course he did.
She shook her head, slowing until they were walking side by side. “Tell me about your orphanage.”
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