by Celia Kyle
Was that what she wanted? Hell yes. But her voice was gone, stolen by the desire pumping through her blood. She simply nodded, eyes never leaving him.
“Show me where.”
She froze, breath catching. “Wha…”
“Pet that pretty pussy and show me exactly where you want my cock.” The words weren’t much more than a string of growls, but her cat knew exactly what her mate wanted.
The feline shoved its way forward, anxious to join the mating to soon come. The lioness purred, the mental sound vibrating along her nerves and it soon echoed around the room. Their mate wanted to see where she needed him most? She’d show him.
Hannah lay back, knees still raised and feet planted on the mattress. She cupped her breasts, bringing the mounds up and together—pinching the tips to give her a sting of pain with her growing desire. She kneaded the left and then the right. Alternating between hard pinches and soft caresses.
Releasing one plump mound, she stroked the valley between her breasts, fingers trailing over her sensitized skin. She went past the curved mound of her stomach and on until her fingers reached the closely cropped curls at the juncture of her thighs.
Gaze locked on her mate, she slowly slid her forefinger between her sex lips. A tremor immediately snared her control and she shuddered with the snippet of pleasure that followed.
“Ryland,” she whispered his name and stroked her slick pussy once more. She explored her slick folds, tracing the seam of her pussy lips and then delving farther to locate her clit. She circled once, twice, and then retreated again. She teased herself and (hopefully) tormented him.
Hannah spread her legs wider, forcing her lower lips to part and bare her innermost flesh to the room’s cool air.
“Fuck, that’s pretty. So slick and wet for me, aren’t you?”
She couldn’t speak, not past the need riding her, so she simply nodded and continued her play. She circled her clit, tapping the bundle of nerves softly before circling again. When that nub became too sensitized, she slunk down to her opening and slipped two fingers into her sheath.
“That’s it, fuck yourself. Pretend it’s my cock, Hannah. Gonna go so deep, so hard.”
She whimpered and pushed deeper before retreating and adding a finger, stretching her pussy for his impending invasion. “Ry… Need you.”
She did. So bad.
She wiggled her fingers in a “come here” motion and whined with the added rush of ecstasy. She rocked and rolled her hips in time with her hand, riding her own fingers as she sought relief from her overwhelming need to come. She plunged her fingers in and out, enjoying each glide of her fingers within her cunt. She grinded her clit against the heel of her hand and her pussy clenched her fingers in a tight spasm.
“Need…” Her release edged closer, threatening to crash over her. “Gonna…”
A snarl echoed through the room, one that promised violence. Ryland. If he thought threatening her would halt her orgasm, he was dead wrong. Because that sound simply shoved her closer to the edge until she teetered at the precipice.
She just… needed… a little…
Ryland wrapped his hand around her wrist and yanked, pulling her fingers from the clinging wet velvet of her pussy. “Mine.”
She opened her mouth to protest, to voice her objection, but she swallowed those words. Swallowed them when her fingers were replaced with Ryland’s cock in one fierce thrust. He shoved into her to the hilt, stretching her cunt almost to the point of pain, and she whimpered with the stinging ache and the pleasure combined.
“Mine.” His voice lost all hints of his human’s tone and was consumed by his beasts. He slowly withdrew, the veins in his cock caressing her inner walls, then slammed home once more. The bed bounced against the wall with a heavy thud. “Mine.” He did it again, slow withdrawal and hard thrust. More banging. “Mine.” Bang. “Mine.” Thud. “Mine.” Crack.
She should wonder about that last crack but she couldn’t seem to think beyond the bliss consuming her veins.
Ryland’s body covered her, one arm holding his weight near her shoulder while the other grasped her thigh. He pulled and pushed, opening her even further until she felt him deep within her cunt. And still those punishing thrusts didn’t slow. In and out, more and more, the wet squelch of their fucking filling the air.
She lifted her hips to meet his with each thrust, fighting for more of him, to take all she could from her mate. She dug her fingers into his shoulders, tips pricking his flesh and the scent of fresh blood teased her nostrils. The flavors called to her beast and her mouth watered at the thought of tasting Ryland—sinking her teeth deep and claiming him forever.
The headboard slammed into the wall again and again, punctuating each of her mate’s heaving thrusts. Pleasure grew and grew, encircling her pussy and then traveling outward. It drifted along her veins, plucking her nerves as it traveled. Bliss caressed her breasts and pinched her nipples while euphoria stole her breath.
And still it went on. Still he fucked her hard and deep. Still he claimed her with his body.
“Fuck. S’tight. S’wet.” The words were bestial and husky, Ryland speaking past his wolf’s fangs. Silver fur peppered his cheeks and slithered free to coat his shoulders before traveling down his arms.
Hannah’s cat reacted, transforming her pale skin to sparkling gold, fur rippling and covering her forearms. Her own fangs descended, the cat anxious to bite into her mate, but she held the bitch in check, clinging to her last hint of control. Not yet. Not yet. Not…
“Fuck. Hannah. Need to.” He bared his fangs, saliva dripping from one tip and he flicked it with his tongue.
He needed to bite her. To claim her.
“Yes,” she hissed and tilted her head to the side, baring her neck for him. She let her pleasure grow, gave her body a little more freedom to enjoy the ecstasy of Ryland’s cock in her pussy. “Now.”
Another thrust. Then another. His face turning into a fierce mask of concentration and need. His pace increased, pummeling her in an increasing rhythm, and she released a soul-deep moan. His cock touched her in places she hadn’t realized existed. He flicked and caressed unknown nerves, and she convulsed around his invasion. Her muscles clenched and milked his cock, each squeeze followed by a wave of pure bliss until one cascade of ecstasy rolled into another and then another and then…
Hannah’s toes curled and all hints of control were snatched from her grasp. She could do nothing but feel, endure, enjoy.
She hovered on the edge, her blood burning with the need to come, yet she still needed that one thing. That one event that’d throw her from the precipice. She needed—
With a roar, Ryland attacked. He lowered his head and struck, fangs sinking deeply into her shoulder. A rush of pain stole her breath, but on its heels came a cataclysm of pleasure. Ecstasy. Joy. Bliss. Fuck all, it was amazing.
It overwhelmed her, snatching every semblance of strength. It sapped her of any ability.
No, the cat was still present. The cat wasn’t exhausted by the final joy. It still had a single goal in mind. Pleasure continuing to overcome her, her orgasm unending while Ryland continued to fuck her pussy, Hannah lifted her head and treated him to the same injury.
She sank her teeth deeply, fangs puncturing skin and flesh with ease. She delved into his flesh, blood pooling in her mouth, and she suckled the wound. She drank from the injury, swallowing more and more of his delicious blood.
Ryland’s hips jerked one final time, his hips firm to hers, and a new warmth bathed her cunt as he came inside her pussy.
Blood and cum tied them now. They were inside each other, a part of each other. Nothing could destroy that pleasure-driven bond.
Ryland’s mouth gradually slowed, his hard sucks turning into languorous licks and kisses while his cock softened and slipped free of her pussy. Hannah found herself easing her attentions as well, taking her time in bathing her mate’s wound with her tongue.
He released her leg and it flopped to th
e mattress, her body still doing whatever it damn well pleased. With care, he lowered his chest, slipped one arm beneath her shoulder and then rolled them until he rested beneath her.
She went boneless in Ryland’s arms, resting her cheek on his shoulder so she could keep her eyes on his mating mark. “That was…”
He hummed and brushed his lips across her head in a soft kiss. “Perfect.”
Damned perfect. Ginormously, amazingly, perfectly perfect. The amount of perfectness was so overwhelming that…
That she couldn’t think of anything else.
She nuzzled her mate—her honest to god mate—and sighed. She lapped at the wound she’d left behind once more, savoring the tiny drops of blood that coated her tongue. “Mine,” she released with a soft sigh. “All mine.”
“And the Lachlans.” Oh. Right. Them. There were still more discussions to come, and that was one of them. “How do you feel about moving to those lands? Being the mate of the heir?”
She thought it sounded like the world’s greatest torture. But the good he could do there…
“I think.” She licked her lips and tried to organize her thoughts. She pushed away from him, putting enough space between their bodies so she wasn’t too distracted by their embrace. “I think my path in life still takes me to those lands, but now with you at my side. I had…” It sounded so stupid now, but who cared. “I pressed pause on everything and came to Deals Gap to get away from Jeremy and the Lachlans and I think that’s because I was meant to be here—to meet you. To mate you, the Lachlan heir.” She leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “I’m meant to be at your side, no matter where that is.”
Hannah had pressed pause. Now she was more than ready to press play. And the first order of business when it came to playing involved Ryland, the bed, and his deliciously thick cock…
The End
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About the Author
Ex-dance teacher, former accountant and erstwhile collectible doll salesperson, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Celia Kyle now writes paranormal and science fiction romances for readers who:
1) Like super hunky heroes (they generally get furry)
2) Dig beautiful women (who have a few more curves than the average lady)
3) Love laughing in (and out of) bed.
It goes without saying that there's always a happily-ever-after for her characters, even if there are a few road bumps along the way.
Today she lives in Central Florida and writes full-time with the support of her loving husband and two finicky cats.
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