The Jaguar's Mate (Shifters-Match.com Book 3)

by April Zyon

  “No,” he said firmly. “We have others in the pack who are mated with humans. He doesn’t care one way or another. As long as you are loyal to the pack that’s all that he cares about. Go do what you need to. If I get him, this won’t take all that long.”

  “Okay.” She walked away from him, still worried that perhaps his alpha wasn’t calling him back because she was human and because she was bringing trouble to their small town. This community was filled with men, but it also had older couples and children, not as many as there were men, oddly enough, but still she was bringing trouble their way and that didn’t feel right. Even so, she wasn’t about to leave, that was for sure.

  Out in the other room she could hear the timbre of his voice. It sounded like he might have actually gotten through to his alpha. Five minutes later she clearly heard him say goodnight. A couple seconds after that he tapped on the partially closed door, then nudged it open when she called out to him. “Got him this time. He had a couple grandkids earlier, so he couldn’t get to the phone or call me back. Their parents were there just picking them up, so we kept it short. He’ll come by the shop tomorrow to talk to you and get more details so he knows what we’re dealing with.”

  “That feels very intimidating,” she admitted. “To meet your alpha feels like meeting your parents. Wait, oh God, I haven’t met your parents yet. That’s going to give me a heart attack. I think you need to hold me. Come here and cuddle with me and make me forget the fact that one day I’m going to meet your mom, a woman that you avoid on the phone like the plague.” Yeah, that so wasn’t intimidating or anything.

  His laugh warmed her. Then his body wrapped around her. Hugging her from behind, he met her gaze in the mirror, sobering a little. “Dad died when I was a baby. Mom’s not that bad. She’s overly opinionated and thinks that even at my age I need her to run my life like she did when I was five. I don’t think she can fully accept the fact that I’m a grown ass man who has been in combat zones and who now owns and runs a successful business. She is going to likely scream in decibels that they’ll hear three counties away and whip out the wedding planner book she’s had going for years now to nail down a date and everything else immediately.”

  “Well, let’s hope she’s willing to give us time to simply be us. I don’t want to be pushed into anything.”

  “We’ll be okay. We just need to lay down the law with Mom right off. I think we can hold her off with the fact that we’re mating and looking to marry, one day. I’m not saying it’ll stop all her insanity but it should help some.” He smiled against her neck. “I love how you smell, Quinn. How you feel and how you taste, too.” His tongue stroked over her skin. It was slightly rougher than a human tongue, but the feeling was beyond amazing.

  She bit her lower lip, tilting her head to the side for him to gain more access. “I love the way your tongue feels when it’s rough like that.” He nuzzled at her throat. His tongue slid over her pulse again and again.

  “God.” She moaned. “You’re going to make me come by just licking me like that.” She shuddered. “All I need now is a little bite and I’ll probably come here and now.” Which was something that, before him, she hadn’t thought was possible.

  “Shall we test it, then?” he asked. Slowly, never breaking eye contact, he slid his tongue over her skin. He bit down gently, adding a little more pressure until her knees gave way. If not for his arms, she would have hit the floor.

  “Holy fucking hell.” Her pussy flood with moisture. “Piran, holy fuck. Please.” The rumble he let out, that purr, had her getting even wetter, but it was his tongue and the bite that had her nearly crumbling before him. “Please, don’t stop,” she begged him.

  The rumble changed to a growl as he slid a hand down her belly to rest over her mound. Not quite touching her pussy, but so damn close. His other hand wrapped around her breast and squeezed, his fingers finding her nipple to give it a sharp tug.

  “That feels so good.” She was moving slightly, trying so hard to get him to touch her pussy. “Again. Harder this time. More. I need for us to both be naked.” She was taking this super fast, but she didn’t give a shit. She needed him too much.

  He released her neck to lick it again. “I want you naked, too,” he said softly against her ear. “Strip down and climb up on the bed. On your back, knees drawn up and spread so I can see all of you. Arms over your head.”

  With a moan, she did exactly as he’d told her to do. She watched him as he moved. Now she understood exactly why he reminded her of a cat with his movements and she loved it. “Is this where and how you need me?” She had her feet braced on the bed, her legs spread wide so her pussy was gleamingly bared to him. Her hands were holding on to the underside of the headboard, which made her breasts lift up to perfect nibble range for him should he want it.

  She got a low rumble in answer. The bed dipped near her feet. Looking down, she saw him on all fours working his way toward her. Suddenly, he lowered his head to nuzzle her inner thigh, sending a shiver racing through her from head to toe. A lick from his tongue made her squirm, especially when he repeated the move on her other leg. Then his breath was hot against her pussy, and she found him staring straight at her. Only after she met his gaze did he lower his head that final inch to slide his tongue between her folds and over her clit.

  “Holy mother of all that’s fucking awesome in this world. Please, more.” She sobbed when he began to lick her pussy with that wickedly rough tongue. “Please, please, tell me what else we have to do in order for our mating to happen. What do I do?”

  “Accept everything,” he said. She felt the scrape of very sharp teeth to her mound. It had been light but enough to have her body release more liquid need. Piran returned his attention to her pussy. Hands on her ass, he lifted her up to his mouth, holding her in perfect position for his pleasure and hers.

  “I do.” She moaned. “Accept everything. You are everything to me. I don’t understand how it happened so fast but you are,” she whispered. “Fucking hell, that feels good.” Her fingers tightened on the headboard. She clung to it and used it as an anchor to keep herself firmly in the here and now.

  He set her ass back on the bed, moving to suck on her clit. His thumb slid over her slick folds and opened them while he slid a finger into her sheath. Piran pumped the digit in and out a couple times before adding a second, and eventually a third, finger to stretch her. He rubbed his tongue to her clit before pressing it flat and letting out a growl that vibrated right through her.

  She loved the way he was stretching her, the way his fingers rubbed just on the inside of her pussy. His callouses added an extra layer of sensation to her already aching body. “Your fingers feel amazing. More,” she demanded.

  “Greedy,” he murmured in amusement. Pulling his fingers free, he licked them clean one at a time. Then he crawled up over her until he could kiss her. “You can let go of the headboard now.” Piran pressed kisses along her jaw and down her throat, pausing to occasionally nip at her skin.

  She pulled him closer to kiss him again. She moaned with her hands in his hair. When she parted from him, she licked her lips. “I think I could get used to tasting myself on your lips. But I really want to feel you inside of me.”

  “I was thinking about sliding it deep inside that tight pussy and fucking you silly. Then doing it a few more times before I let you get any sleep tonight. Possibly even waking you in the middle of the night to do it another time or two.” He smiled at her low moan. “Shifters have a high sex drive. Probably should have mentioned that earlier. Now, serious talk, should I grab a condom? I can’t use it for a proper claiming, but we don’t have to do that tonight if you want more time.”

  Quinn nodded. “I don’t have birth control because I’ve never needed it. As much as I want children, and God knows I do, I want to have time with you first.” She hoped it wouldn’t hurt his feelings, but she didn’t know what else to say to him. She wanted to be with him, wanted to have everything with him, but she wante
d to know him fully first. “I just need you, please.”

  Stroking his fingers down her cheek, he smiled and kissed her. “Soon, little mate.” He moved enough to root around in the side table. He came up with a sealed box and proceeded to tear into it to get at a packet. A minute later he had the latex rolled down over his cock and was rubbing the tip up and down her slick folds.

  “God, yes.” She opened herself to him. “Thank you for this, for understanding.” She pushed closer to him. “Please,” she begged. “I need you inside of me now.”

  Piran cupped her face and gave her a slow kiss while pressing his cock into her body. “You are mine. I will always do whatever it takes to make you happy, Quinn. If waiting is what you need for now, I’m right there with you.” Another kiss while he continued to press deeper until they were joined fully.

  She raised her hips to meet him. “I need you in my life so much, forever.” Her nails raked over his back and she whimpered. “Harder. I won’t break.”

  “Enjoying having you wrapped around me this first time,” he said with a low moan at the end. “Damn, you are so tight. Fucking squeezing my dick like you’re fisting me.” Piran pulled his cock almost fully out before pushing back in. He did that slow pace a couple more times before sliding a hand down to cup her ass and moving faster and harder with each thrust. She loved the way it felt, the way that it was with him pushing in and out of her body like he was. Even with the condom on it felt so good.

  He nibbled on her throat as his thrusts grew faster. Her breasts rubbed against his chest each time he pushed in deep. On her ass, his hand flexed and released rhythmically in time to their movements. “The sounds you make, damn, woman.”

  Her nipples were rock hard and it felt so good to feel his muscles brushing against her soft mounds. “So good.”

  Piran gave a light suckle to her neck, then lifted his head to kiss her. His tongue mimicked the movements of his cock, teasing her. He moved one hand to massage a breast, tweaking the nipple and causing tiny jolts of delicious pain to ripple down to her clit.

  He began to thrust faster. The fingers on her nipple squeezed harder and tugged more on the tight bud. He lightly bit her lip, then kissed her again. This time it was more frantic than before, their movements becoming desperate.

  “Yes, that feels so good.” She growled and leaned in to bite his shoulder.

  His body jolted against hers, driving his cock in deeper. Piran let out a vicious-sounding growl that sent shivers through her. Her body let out another flood of liquid around his cock. Hitching up her leg with a hand under her knee, he changed position slightly to thrust in at a quicker pace, rocking her and the bed violently. It was exactly what she needed.

  Quinn moved with him. She couldn’t stop herself. She wrapped her other leg around him and held him tightly to her body. “I’m going to come.” She was sweating and panting and two seconds away from losing herself in him. “Come with me,” she begged.

  “Come for me, Quinn.” He rubbed his nose to hers and bit her lower lip. His thrusting was erratic now, strain showing on his face. Tendons stood out in his neck and she could see the jaguar under his skin in brief glimpses. With both of her legs now wrapped around his hips and locked behind his ass, she did just that. She came, long and hard. Her screams tore through the bedroom, and her whole body shook in reaction to the orgasm that seemed to practically tear her apart.

  Piran was right there with her. Driving in deep, he let out a roar as his body shook against hers. A second later he collapsed over her. His weight pressed her down into the bedding, and his breath was hot against her skin. After a moment he levered up enough so she could suck in air faster.

  Piran finally pulled his body away from hers, then discarded the condom that he had put on. When he came back to bed, she readily welcomed him. “That was amazing. You feel so good inside of me. One day I want to be able to do that without the condom.”

  “Whenever you’re ready. We can see about getting you some form of contraceptive if you want, or can. But until then we use the condoms to keep you from getting pregnant. I want a few years with you before we have little ones running around here.” Pulling up the blankets, he tucked her in closer to his side and kissed her cheek.

  “Agreed.” She nuzzled against his shoulder. “I’ll get on the shot tomorrow. It will take some time to kick in, so we’ll need to be careful that first month, but after that, oh it’s going to be on. You can expect me to attack you at every single moment in time.”

  “In that case, I’ll stock up on condoms.” Yawning, he snuggled into her and rested his nose to her cheek. “Sleep for now, sweetheart. I fully plan on waking you up at least once tonight.”

  “Thank goodness.” She was yawning again as well. “I’m totally holding you to it.” She kissed his chest. “Goodnight.”

  “Goodnight, little mate.” He stroked her back lightly as he let out a soft, purring sound. “I love you, Quinn. Never forget that,” he whispered against her ear.

  “I won’t. I love you, too, Piran.” It was so hard to believe because she had barely known him, but it was true—she loved him. She loved him more than she could ever express.

  Chapter Eleven

  Piran woke slowly the next morning, enjoying the heat surrounding him along with the sensual slide of Quinn’s skin against his. Giving in to the desire, he nuzzled at her neck and smiled at her mumble. He’d woken her twice during the night, both times to sex her up fully before allowing her to fall asleep again. For now he’d let her rest.

  Carefully he slipped from the bed and her grasp, tucking her in to keep her toasty warm. After a quick shower, he tugged on jeans and padded down to the kitchen. He’d get the coffee brewing before he even considered starting breakfast. He wasn’t yet sure how ambitious he was feeling in the cooking department. Depended on when Quinn eventually woke, too. He probably shouldn’t get too far ahead of himself by cooking a whole meal before she was up and moving about.

  He saw her shortly after he started the coffee. “Coffee.” She looked sleepy, but he liked that look on her. “I really hope that you have it ready and didn’t just start it. Because let me tell you something, mister, if you just started it I’m going to give you some serious hell and I’m going to pull the pot off before it’s done.”

  Catching her around the waist, he drew her in closer to him. She was dressed in one of his shirts and it had never looked better. “I like seeing you in my shirts. Tell me you don’t have any underwear on and my fantasy will be complete.” Kissing her neck, he grinned when she squirmed around to face him. Piran gave her the kiss he knew she was hunting for and sighed into her mouth. “Coffee is finishing up now. A couple more drips and you can grab some. Good morning, beautiful little mate. Did you sleep well?”

  “I did.” She leaned up on her toes and whispered in his ear, “No, no underwear.” He saw the twinkle in her eyes and loved that he had put that there. He had been the one to make her happy, and he damn well liked that fact.

  “Hot damn. Good thing I stuck a couple condoms in my pocket before I came downstairs. I may have to tempt you into some breakfast sex. After you have coffee.” He might be hopelessly in love with the woman, but he wasn’t crazy. She needed coffee, as did he, before they got up to any sexual antics in the kitchen. “It’s done dripping. Go pour yourself some while I try and figure out how adventurous I feel in the culinary field this morning.”

  “Oh yes, after coffee I think that you can talk me into anything at all.” He watched her hesitation, watched how she was torn between moving closer to him and going for the coffee pot. “Right, coffee first.” So he was right—she was trying to figure out if she should just jump him now or not.

  Chuckling, he turned her toward the pot and gave her a little push. “Caffeinate yourself. We have all day for you to jump me. Now what are your thoughts on waffles?” he asked, turning his mind back to breakfast. “Maybe some sausages with them, too, for the carnivore side to be kept happy.”

  “Oh
, I love waffles and sausages. Do you have peanut butter for the waffles?” That had him grinning. His little mate was proving to be very odd.

  “You have the option of chunky or smooth. I think I finished the last jar off last week but there are more in the pantry there.” He pointed to the partially open cupboard door. “I always stock up, love the stuff.”

  “Oh, smooth. I don’t care for the chunky ones because I don’t like the taste of peanuts, go figure.” She was giggling as she spoke. God, she was adorable. “And butter and syrup, you have both of those?” she asked him while she moved to the cupboard to get her peanut butter.

  “Butter and syrup are in the fridge, but grab an extra syrup bottle while you’re in there. Pretty sure the other’s on its last few servings.” Forcing himself onto task, he dug out sausages and tossed them into a pan to start cooking with some water. Then he made up the waffles from scratch while Quinn puttered around the kitchen behind him, pausing occasionally to drink from her mug.

  He noticed that she put the plates and glasses on the table right beside each other, that she had done all she could to keep them as close to one another as possible. She did distract him, however, when she walked behind him and ran her hand over his lower back or stroked a single finger down his arm. “Smells delicious.” She licked her lips in a way that made him want to lean in and taste her.

  Never one to deny himself, he gave in to the urge and kissed her. “Not as delicious as you.” He smiled against her lips. “Everything should be ready in a couple minutes if you want to refill your cup. And if you could top mine up as well.”

  “I can do that.” She took their cups to the coffee pot. He noticed she didn’t even have to ask him what he wanted in his—she already knew. That was the bond. It was pure and it was there even if it wasn’t fully formed yet. “So, you are a master woodworker and you cook. Why is it again that you haven’t been caught in some marital trap before now and were on a dating site instead?”