BlackCougarCurse

by Tess MacKall

  Sam touched his forehead to hers and met her gaze. “You did the right thing. Whatever your cougar dictates is what you must do, and never, never feel guilty about it when you change back. If it wasn’t him dead out there it would have been you, and I can’t stand to even think about that. Fuck!”

  He crushed her to him again, hands clamped to her ass, and kissed her with an urgency that matched hers. She whimpered, throat swelling, and ran her hands up and down his sides. He wove his fingers into her hair and cradled her head, holding her as though she was too precious for words. They broke apart, panting, staring at one another. Lucia fancied their emotions swirled out and joined in the space between them, combining into one indomitable force that could never be weakened.

  Sam kneeled at her feet and cocked his head to one side, grasping her leg. He studied the wound, the blood congealed now, and looked up at her, pain filling his eyes. “I should have been there. Should have protected you.”

  “It’s all right,” Lucia said, resting her hands on either side of his head. “It doesn’t hurt much.”

  “It isn’t all right. I should have been more alert when they came. Should have run faster, got you inside the cabin.”

  At the sight of his sorrow-filled face, love swamped her, and she hoped her face showed him she believed he had done all he could. He pressed his cheek to her thigh, his breaths hot on her skin, and the burn of desire took hold of her. He kissed her leg, his tongue blazing a trail to the juncture where her thatch met her inner thigh. His lips skated across, tongue dashing out to taste her folds, and she arched her hips. Heat burned her face at the same time it flared in her pussy.

  Rising, Sam kissed her lower belly, moving higher until he reached her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard and long, one hand fondling her other swell. She gazed down at his ebony hair in the darkness and her tummy flipped over, love spiking her need. Her clit ached and blood pumped through her veins, pulsing in her neck. Sam stood fully upright, cupping her breasts and circling her hard nipples with his thumbs.

  He kissed her lips briefly then whispered, “Not here. Come out into the moonlight.”

  Taking her hand, he led her through the tunnel to the lagoon. Her loins quivered as he pressed down on her shoulders so she lay on the cool stone, the waterfall draping them in privacy. He looked down at her, cock bobbing, his long hair covering his chest. A spasm of longing ripped through her and Lucia beckoned for him to join her. Sam lowered, one knee either side of her hips, and took his cock in hand.

  He gazed from her face to her mound then back again. “Touch yourself. Show me how you like it done.”

  Coils of lust unfurled and she smoothed her hand down her belly. Her thatch tickled her fingertips and she inched lower, dipping two fingers between her folds. Her clit hardened beneath her touch, the ache there growing. Sam fisted his cock with easy, languid glides, his thumb brushing the head with each upstroke. The sight of him pleasuring himself brought on a rush of excitement and she rubbed her clit faster, urging the beginning burn of orgasm to take hold. She watched how Sam handled his cock, how he pulled down slowly and drew his hand up with quicker movements. Circling her clit, Lucia slid her free hand over her breasts, tugging at one nipple until pleasure-pain jabbed from there to her pussy. Sam groaned and widened his legs, gently pushing hers wider to gain access to her slit. He slipped two fingers inside her, curving them to rub her G-spot. Pressure built inside her at his touch, the sensations shocking and fierce. Her fingers bumped his palm as she rubbed her bud faster. Juices seeped from her and she scooped some upward, the slickness aiding her clit massage.

  Sam released a stuttered breath and his eyes half closed. “That’s it, sweetheart. Show me what you like. Fuck yourself.”

  He upped the pace on his cock, each stroke urgent now. Lucia lifted her head and looked down at herself, the sight of their combined efforts a massive turn-on. Both their hands worked her over and she switched her gaze to his cock. By the light of the moon she saw pre-cum glistening on his tip and a light breeze sifting over them brought the scent of her sex. She gasped, shocked by the sensations ripening inside her.

  “Come for me, Sam,” she whispered, her voice throaty.

  “Fuck, Lucia. Fuck, I want you.”

  They didn’t have a condom and she shook her head, quickening the movement of her fingers and arching her back. She pinched her nipple again, moving her hand from one to the other, wishing his mouth there, suckling, nipping, tongue swirling. Her orgasm came on swiftly, catching her unawares. Pleasure ripped through her core and spread to her folds, clit aching with an incessant, ferocious beat that left her breathless. Lowering her head to the stone, she watched Sam fist himself harder, flicking his fingers over her sensitive spot. She felt a gush of fluid within as she keened through the height of her orgasm. Her hips bucked, ass leaving the stone and slapping back down time and again.

  Sam grunted, a succession of “Ah, fucks!” preceding a rope of cum spurting from his cock and landing on her belly. She smoothed in the warm wetness, a second shot joining it and coating her fingers. Waves of bliss continued to ripple through her and she hiked in a breath, hissing it out through clenched teeth. Sam let out a strangled yell and a third ejaculation jetted from him, splashing onto her breast. She rubbed it in, slowing her hand on her clit, aftershocks in her folds, her cunt.

  Sam bent over, easing his fingers from inside her, and claimed her lips. The scent of his cum drying on her skin left her lightheaded and wanting more. She clasped the back of his neck and guided him down for a kiss, her tongue probing deep. A low growl rumbled in Sam’s throat and he maneuvered to her side, draping his leg over hers and slipping his arm beneath her to roll her onto her side and hold her close. She kissed his cheek, his jawline, his neck and nestled her face against his collarbone. Breathing labored, they lay there for some time, hands caressing, fingertips and lips exploring.

  Equilibrium returned, Lucia lifted her head and kissed Sam’s nose. She eased away from him and stood, holding out her hand. His fitted in hers perfectly and she helped him to stand, leading him to the softer spray coming off the main body of the waterfall. He stood with eyes closed, limbs loose and body relaxed. She spread the glistening drops over his chest, his arms, his belly, and finished by rinsing his cock. Opening his eyes, Sam gave her a lazy smile, one corner of his mouth rising higher than the other.

  Putting one hand to her cheek, he turned her so she stood beneath the fine misty spray and slid his hands all over her body, his electric touch bringing the need to have his cock inside her. She tamped down her desire and took his hand, leading him out from behind the curtain, sitting on the poolside with her feet dangling in the water. The cold pool eased her sore calf and she glanced up at Sam.

  “Sit with me?” she asked.

  Sam sat, thigh and arm touching hers, resting his head on her shoulder. “We have much to discuss. About tonight. About everything. There may be others out there hunting us. Others who know we exist. We’ll have to be careful in the future.”

  Lucia nodded and took his hand in hers. “Where did you go?”

  He lifted his head and looked at her, rubbing her thigh with his free hand. “The guy you took a photo of…he took me to an empty cabin.”

  A spike of unease knotted Lucia’s belly. “Do you think—”

  “No. No, sweetheart. He won’t bother us again. I killed him. And the man at my cabin. The Indian? His spirit was strong. Evil. I sensed Manohar’s soul. It would only seem right that the spirits had set us on a course to end this conflict once and for all.” He drew her into the circle of his arms. “And Jacob? He can rot in Hell for all I care.”

  Lucia laid her cheek to his shoulder and breathed in his scent. She believed him. Together they had completed a circle. What was once a curse had now become a blessing. The horrors of the night seeped in and she clutched him to her, so thankful he’d gotten away and sat with her now. Life without him wasn’t an option any longer.

  “Yo
u mean everything to me, Lucia,” he whispered.

  “I want to stay,” she said, raising her head and gazing into his eyes. “Stay with you in the mountains.”

  Sam’s eyes widened a little. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”

  Lucia nodded and, keeping eye contact, kissed him with a passion that grew stronger every time their lips touched. She thought of how this trip had changed her, how meeting this mountain guide had shown her the past, where she had originated, where she was destined to be. Breaking away, she stood and grasped his hands, pulling him upright.

  “I want you inside me. In bed. At home,” she whispered against his lips.

  Sam smiled, lowering his forehead to hers. “It’s a long walk.” He stepped back and looked her up and down. “You sure you can make the journey with your bad leg? And naked?”

  “How else would I do it? My clothes…” Realization dawned and she rushed on. “I don’t know how to instigate a shift. It happened by itself before. I have no idea what I’m supposed to do.”

  Sam laughed, his smile lighting her up inside. “Relax. Think of your cougar. Invite her in. Ask her to take you home.” He released her hands and stepped backward. “Watch. Now we have mated, I can control my changes.”

  Lucia stared in awe as Sam shifted, the change so fast she would swear she’d imagined a man had stood before her seconds ago. A sleek black cougar had taken his place, the animal beautiful, magnificent. His fur caught the moonlight and he stared up at her, yellow eyes blinking. Her inner cougar sensed Sam’s and Lucia felt the tug of the shift beginning to unfurl in her belly. She allowed her cougar free rein and succumbed to the change, her spirit hovering above them for only a few seconds this time before it zipped back down into her feline form.

  She brushed her muzzle against Sam’s then took a step back. Raising her front paw, she playfully swiped his head and took off, ignoring the griping pain in her leg, pounding through the forest, his thudding paw strikes close behind. Energy winged through her, stunning and liberating, and she glanced back through the trees. Sam pursued, eyes glinting in the darkened forest, his teeth bared as though he smiled. Lucia pressed on and emerged from the tree line, streaking across the grassland, her muscles bunching with every leap forward. She reached his cabin first and shifted with ease into her human form, then stood watching his approach.

  He’s beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.

  Sam slowed and padded toward her, changing from cat to man by her side.

  “You let me win,” she said, laughter burbling out of her.

  “Ah, but next time you won’t be so lucky.” He smiled and winked, sliding the key out from under the rock. After inserting it in the door, he gestured for her to remain in place, disappearing inside then reappearing with two folding chairs and soft, fluffy blankets. “Here.” He set up the chairs and wrapped a blanket around her, guiding her to sit facing the clearing before them.

  He cloaked himself in a blanket and took a seat beside her, reaching a hand out from the fuzzy folds to take hers. Lucia looked at him staring at the horizon, his features softening as he spied something in the distance.

  “Look,” he said, pointing ahead.

  She stared at the sky. Meager daylight had begun to chase away the darkness, tendrils of soft pastels bleaching the night. She smiled, tears of happiness stinging. “We did it again, Sam. We lived to see another sunrise.”

  About the Author

  Tess MacKall is a sassy Southern belle who loves to flirt and tease. It was no big surprise to her friends when she began writing erotic romance and erotica. There’s nothing she likes better than weaving a sexy plot that entangles her hero and heroine and forces them to look love square in the eye.

  With a background in journalism, she began her career with a local newspaper, and then moved on to politics. Having a flair for marketing, she worked on various political campaigns across the South and honed her skills as a speech writer. After several years, she left the political arena and returned to her beloved hometown to raise her family and live her dream of writing.

  Next on her list of dreams is to start life anew in a small coastal town. She hears the call of the ocean and can imagine sitting on the beach listening to the waves, and to all those sexy characters who keep talking in her head. Life is about change and the need to keep it fresh. There is nothing more exciting than a little reinvention from time to time—new locales to explore and motivation for the muse. Her three children have been her greatest joy, and when she passes from this life to the next, she wants a diamond created from her ashes for each of them because “love lives on”.

  Natalie Dae writes erotic romance; sometimes paranormal, sometimes fantasy and sometimes everything else! She lives in a quiet village in England with her husband, children and three cats. In her spare time she reads, reads, reads. Oh, and cleans house—a terrible obsession.

  Natalie is a multi-published author in several genres under other pen names.

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