Bengal's Heart

by Leigh, Lora

  If he wasn’t, then she damned sure was. As though all the pent-up anger and resentment didn’t matter any longer. As though the fierce fury that had thundered through her blood had suddenly morphed into something else. Arousal burned through her now. It hardened her breasts, pulsed in her clit and sent her juices spilling between her thighs.

  She was wet and hot. Spoiling for a fight and spoiling for his touch.

  “With you? I stay impatient,” he muttered as he shoved the key card into its slot and pushed the door open.

  Any other woman might not have noticed how he quickly inhaled, the small pause before he entered, the way he used his senses to ensure the room was safe before pulling her inside.

  “Great, now you have a key to my room. Tell me, Cabal, do you have keys to my car as well?” She knew he had keys to her apartment; he had surprised her more than once as she stepped inside to find him awaiting her.

  “Probably. Somewhere,” he growled before he pushed her against the wall and took her lips again.

  Nectar. Paradise. His kiss was almost an orgasm in and of itself. He took quick, hard little kisses, then settled his lips over hers and sipped delicately, then greedily. It was a smorgasbord of sensations and caresses.

  One hand fisted in her hair, the other gripped her hip. Cassa was beyond shame or reticence. Her legs wrapped around his hips, tightened on him. Her hands were in his hair, and her lips and tongue caressed and stroked in turn.

  The hard ridge of his cock notched against her sex—a heated, heavy weight that rubbed against her, ground into her and stroked her clit to a pinnacle of sensation.

  She was burning for him now. The need had been an ache before he touched her, but now, now it was a flame searing her from the inside out.

  “Burn, baby,” he growled against her lips. “Burn for me, Cassa.”

  She was a flame in his arms.

  Cabal had never known anything as hot, as sweet as Cassa. Her kiss. Her touch. The way her fingers threaded through his hair, tugged at it, pulled him closer. Her lips moved beneath his with heated demand, and what he didn’t give her, she tried to take.

  Her tongue rubbed against his, and as he followed those wicked strokes, she drew his tongue into her mouth and sucked at it with delicate greed.

  Cabal felt his entire body tighten, felt his cock jerk and harden further as he ground himself against the heated mound of her pussy.

  “Cabal.” She breathed his name against his lips, then her sweet little tongue stroked across them, eluding his kiss as it moved farther away to stroke down his neck.

  The rasp of her teeth had a growl rumbling in his chest. His hands tightened on her rear, clenching in the bunched muscles there as he lifted her closer, pressed her harder to the wall and ground his cock powerfully against her pussy.

  He was on fire for her. Son of a bitch, he was burning for her.

  “You’re going to push me too close to the edge.” He was almost panting, the need for her growing so sharp, so desperate, that holding on to his control was becoming no more than a wish.

  “You already pushed me past mine.” She bit at his neck, and damn if the pleasure didn’t intensify tenfold. Those sharp little teeth of hers nipped, her silken little tongue stroked and pleasure struck his balls like a bolt of lightning.

  “Let me down.” She wiggled in his grasp. “Let me go, Cabal.”

  He released her rear, allowed her legs to slide down and tried to catch her lips with his once again.

  “Not yet.” She slapped at his hands as he glared at her, outraged.

  “What the hell do you mean, ‘not yet’?” He could barely push the words past his lips as her soft hands slipped beneath his shirt.

  Sweet God save him. His stomach clenched as her nails raked over his hard abdomen.

  “Exactly what I said.” There was an edge of feminine command to her tone that had his hackles rising even as his cock took notice with a hard jerk of interest.

  She pulled at the metal tab of his jeans.

  “Damn.” He breathed out the curse as the zipper rasped down.

  “I want to lick those stripes.”

  Cabal stiffened at the moan in her voice, and the desire she voiced.

  He had never allowed any woman to caress those stripes. Until this moment, they had been his personal shame. Now, hell, if that’s what it took to get her tongue on him, then he was fucking all for it. Let her lick. Let her lap. Sweet heaven. She could bite if she wanted to.

  He sucked in a breath as his jeans pushed past his hips. Watching her, he narrowed his eyes, seeing the complete absorption in her face as the hard length of his cock sprang into view.

  She wasn’t distracted. Fuck. He was praying she would become distracted.

  “Hell.” His head nearly slammed into the wall behind him as she licked one of those fucking stripes. Her tongue was a lash of fire, and he promised himself she was going to pay for the torture.

  Soft, delicate, her tongue ran over the stripes, exciting the sensitive flesh. As though the nerve endings were closer to the skin in that area, each wash of her tongue was like a flame of excitement burning across the area.

  “You’ll pay for this, Cassa,” he promised her.

  “Promises promises.” She nipped at his thigh, then moved to the other.

  As she tortured, tormented the area where the flesh was striped darker, Cabal toed off his boots, worked his jeans over his legs and tore off his shirt.

  He watched, his jaw clenching in greedy hunger, as her tongue licked and stroked, coming close enough to his oversensitive cock that he could feel her breath.

  He was going to feel more than her breath. He promised himself that. Tonight, he was going to feel that hot little mouth wrapped around his cock.

  His fingers tightened in her hair, tugged at the silken strands, and he nearly growled at the soft little moan that left her throat.

  “Stop teasing me, Cass,” he ordered her roughly.

  “You tease me.” She was panting for breath, kneeling in front of him and driving him crazy with the proximity of her mouth to his cock.

  He gripped the base of his cock with one hand, her hair with the other. Pulling back, he watched as he rubbed the thick crest against her moist lips and swore he was going to come from that sheer excitement alone, when her tongue peeked out to rake against him.

  Sensation shot through the shaft straight to his balls. Never had anything been so good, or so tormenting. He wanted her mouth on him. Wanted the moist warmth wrapped around the sensitive crest, wanted to feel her suck him, lick him. Just one more time. He was going to burn alive if he didn’t have her.

  “Cass. Now.” His voice was a rough, primal groan.

  Her lips parted as her lashes lifted to watch him. The crest slipped inside as her tongue lashed at the underside, stroking sweet fire across the sensitized flesh as she sucked him into her mouth.

  He was dying. The suction of her mouth was taking the life right out of him. Soft, heated bliss. Fiery hunger. Her tongue stroked and licked, while she sucked him deep. Soft fingers wrapped around the shaft as far as they would go, pumped it, caressed it, as her other hand moved between his thighs to stroke the taut sac that held his tortured balls.

  Never had he needed to come so badly and yet fought the release with such desperation. He wouldn’t come in her mouth. He wouldn’t allow himself to. He wanted to be buried deep inside her, feeling her pussy clench and tighten around him as he pumped into her.

  “Fuck, your mouth. Hot. Sweet.” He was muttering, growling. It was an ecstasy he could barely stand to endure.

  “Yeah, baby. Suck it.” His thighs tightened as his hips began to move, to pump shallowly inside her hot little mouth as he fought to relish the sensation of her sweet suckling.

  If he could just hold on a few more seconds. One more minute. Just a little while longer.

  He watched her face as she sucked him. The way her cheeks hollowed, the flush over her face, her reddened lips. She wasn’t just sucking h
is cock, she was loving it with every stroke of her lips and tongue. Relishing it. Tasting him with all her senses.

  “Enough.” He couldn’t take any more. One more stroke of her tongue against his cock and he was going to come.

  He pulled her head back. Forced her head back as he ignored the mewling little protest that slipped past her lips.

  He had to have her. Nothing mattered at this point but taking her. Slipping inside her, feeling the heat and soft acceptance she always gave him.

  That was it. The acceptance. Without lies, without asking for anything but pleasure in return, she accepted him.

  And he needed it now. Needed her. Beyond the mating heat, because it had begun long before he had ever felt that torturous heat moving through him. He needed her. Her touch, her laughter, her softness. Her acceptance of who and what he was.

  Lifting her into his arms, he carried her to the bed. Laying her on the soft blankets, his lips covered hers as he made short work of the clothes that kept the sweet perfection of her body from him.

  God, he loved touching her. Just touching her. Stroking her skin, tasting her kiss, loving her.

  He loved her.

  That knowledge slipped past his soul from that shadowed corner where he had kept it hidden. Even from himself.

  “Sweet love.” He pressed his lips against the mating mark on her shoulder as he moved over her.

  She tasted so good there. Each touch he gave her she responded to as though she had been made for him alone. She was his mate. Nature had created her just for him, for no other man in this universe. Her skin ached for his touch; his kiss fueled her desire, just as hers fueled his. She was the other half of his soul, not just his body. Not just his heart.

  “Cabal, don’t tease me.” Her breathy tone sent shards of impatience tearing through him.

  The soft brush of her thigh against his cock had pre-cum spilling from the tip. He was on an edge he had never known before. The need to savor her body versus the need to spill inside it. God only knew which hunger would be sated first.

  Moving lower, he couldn’t help but swipe his tongue over one hard nipple, then the next. A single taste would never be enough though. He drew the tight tip into his mouth, sucked at it, laved it with his tongue and tasted her until she was arching to him and crying out his name.

  Then he couldn’t have one without having the other. He sucked the mate into his mouth with greedy hunger. Sucked it. Worshiped it. God help him, but he couldn’t get enough of her.

  “Cabal, you’re killing me,” she cried out, but the pleasure in her voice was enough to spur him on.

  He moved lower. Stringing kisses down her torso, along her stomach, he spread her legs and inhaled the sweet, delicate scent of arousal. Of pure heated female.

  And he had to taste there as well. The scent of her was pure fucking bliss.

  “You taste like summer,” he groaned as he lowered himself between her thighs. “Hot and sweet.”

  His tongue swiped through the narrow slit, drawing her juices to it, tasting the incredible need that flowed from her. Never had a woman tasted so sweet or so damned innocent.

  She wasn’t tainted by another man’s touch. No other male’s scent lingered on her flesh. She was pure. Fresh. And he needed more of her. So much more of her.

  He licked the soft folds, drew them into his mouth. Each taste of her pushed him higher, and he swore he could feel his cock thickening, growing harder. It felt like pure hardened steel between his thighs, burning to find the haven that only she could provide.

  His hands gripped her thighs as she twisted against him, pushed her pussy closer to his lips and gave him more of her. Her clit was swollen, drawing his tongue. It tasted as sweet and hot as the rest of her. He was burning in the grip of the hunger that filled him now. Every cell in his body was focused on one thing only—Cassa. Her touch, her taste, the feel of her need, the husky murmurs of her desire.

  As her fingers buried themselves in his hair, he allowed her to draw his lips back to the swollen little bud of her clit. He licked it. Teased it.

  “Suck it.” The needy command had his blood pressure rising. Hell, his blood was going to pound right out of his flesh at this rate.

  “Please, Cabal. Oh God. Please.”

  His lips enclosed the hardened knot of nerve endings as he sucked it in and allowed his tongue to flicker with the utmost gentleness over the responsive bud.

  She writhed beneath him. Her hips pumped, her thighs tightened and he could feel her release building inside her. He could smell it. She was close. So fucking close that he knew it would take so little to push her right over the edge.

  And that was where he wanted her. Flying in his arms.

  Tightening his grip on her thighs, he sucked her clit deeper into his mouth, harder. His tongue stiffened, flickered harder, faster over the flexing flesh, and within seconds her ecstatic cries were filling his head as she exploded beneath him.

  He couldn’t wait. Her orgasm was burning over his tongue when he jerked upright, lifted her legs and pressed the burning crest of his cock into the saturated folds.

  They enclosed him. He swore her sweet pussy sucked him in as he worked the thick flesh inside her. Flexing, silken muscles tightened around him, stroking that violently sensitive crown, then the hardened shaft, until he was seated fully inside her, surrounded by fiery heat.

  Primal hunger filled him now. There was no stopping. There was no way to halt the inferno overtaking both of them. He could smell it in the air, infused with emotions he couldn’t decipher, and needs as instinctive as nature itself.

  Gripping her hips, he pulled back, trying to move slow, fighting to relish every stroke, every caress. Her nails bit into his wrists as she held on to him. Her head was arched back, her hips lifting to him.

  Fuck it. God, he couldn’t hold back. He needed too much, needed her too desperately.

  Moving over her, his lips took hers as he began to stroke inside her. His hips pumped, churned as he fought to work every inch of the burning shaft inside her with each stroke. She was tight. A heated, snug grip that made him mindless with the need for release.

  Holding on was torture. Control was barely a thought, focused solely on holding back his own release for hers. She had to come. He had to feel her orgasm tightening around him, flowing around him. It was imperative. Nothing else mattered.

  Her whimpers beneath their kiss assured him it was building again. Each stroke inside her and he swore she was growing tighter, wetter, slicker.

  He couldn’t kiss her and breathe. He couldn’t stop kissing her. His tongue pumped inside her mouth as his cock pumped inside her pussy, until he couldn’t bear much more. He couldn’t hold back. He was losing control, losing thought and his sanity inside her.

  Jerking his lips back from hers, he buried his head at her shoulder, his teeth clamped on the mating mark, and then he felt it. She tightened, drew taut in his hold, as a shattered cry fell from her lips and her orgasm exploded through her.

  Cabal couldn’t hold back the growling snarl that tore from his chest. He plunged inside her again, again. Felt her orgasm rushing around him and lost himself to his own.

  The barb beneath the head of his cock pressed out, became erect, violently hard and locked him inside her at the moment of his release. With each spurt of semen he felt the shudders of furious pleasure tearing through, ripping through his soul, opening it for her.

  He held her close, one hand buried in her hair, to hold her to his heart, as he fought to breathe through the ecstasy.

  She was his. His woman. His mate. His life.

  Nothing in this world would ever matter as much as Cassa.

  Not his life or others. He would die without her. And by God, he would have no compunction in killing to protect her.

  She was more than just his heart. Cassa was his soul.

  ◆ CHAPTER 23 ◆

  “I’m not going to sit here in this room and wait on someone who’s not coming.”

  Cas
sa made her announcement the moment she stepped out of the bathroom, freshly showered and dressed. She wasn’t a patient person when it came to pacing the floors. She would just as soon be pacing the sidewalk adding to her story or hunting down sources.

  Hunting down sources was her primary concern today. She had several in mind, for information she needed. Chief among the questions she had was in regards to any surviving members of the Feline pride that had been massacred on Valentine’s night twenty-two years ago. Who was left? Who would be taking vengeance now?

  She knew Walt Jameson had information, and there were the two Breeds that had been in the café the morning she had met Myron there. On closer thought, those Breeds had been a little too curious. They were watching her that day, listening to her conversation. Which meant they were most likely involved.

  She was going to find them and simply have a nice little conversation with them. Maybe mention Valentine’s Day. Maybe mention Douglas.

  She felt armed for battle. Dressed in jeans, her favorite dark gray long-sleeved T-shirt and boots. Her long hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and a light dusting of makeup had been applied where she felt it was needed.

  Last night had held too many revelations, and too many surprises. She wasn’t a sitting duck for anyone, especially Douglas Watts. She had put that behind her the day she thought Douglas had died, and she wasn’t returning to it.

  She watched Cabal as he turned from the window to stare back at her. She took in the hard expression, but paid attention to the glitter of amber in his forest green eyes.

  Those eyes almost had the power to mesmerize her. She could stare into them for hours, lose place and time and never regret a moment of it. If she let herself.

  “What do you think you can do before Watts arrives?” He crossed his arms over the dark gray cotton shirt he wore, as his gaze flickered over her.

  “There’s any number of things I can do.” She shrugged. “High on the list is finding Walt Jameson. I’d like to talk to him a bit more.”

  “Why?” Suspicion hardened his eyes.

  “Because I suspect he’s more involved in this than even you know,” she informed him. “And he offered me information. I intend to take him up on that.”