by Celia Kyle
Daffodils being the more important of the two, of course.
Carly abandoned his hair, fingers sliding through his locks with ease, and stroked his neck, explored the fierce lines of his shoulders. Those delicious hips of his moved again, sent a violent jolt of ecstasy through her. She dug her nails into his flesh, pierced the skin with her partially shifted nails and Neal shuddered, his whole body shaking. She nearly smiled against his lips… Her big, bad lion liked that bit of pain.
His wickedly talented mouth eased away from hers, but she chased him, tongue and lips trying to tempt him back to her. She craved the very taste of him, his essence.
“Neal…”
“Shh… We have all night.”
With those whispered words, his lips traveled over her heated skin, peppered whisper-light kisses along her jaw and onto her neck. That evil touch, the one that slunk into every part of her and set her afire, moved onward to her shoulder. He tormented her, then scraped his canines over her skin, threatened to pierce the vulnerable flesh with his fangs and she arched into his touch.
Yes, yes, yes.
Stupid.
But still yes.
“Soon…” His voice was nearly carried away by the gentle breeze.
He traveled south then, lingered over every inch of her skin as if she were a fine wine. His lips and tongue kissed and licked her until he came to her breasts.
God, yes.
Her nipples were rock hard, ready for him to take possession of the pebbled flesh, lave and stroke her. And Neal didn’t disappoint. No, he shifted his weight to one arm and pushed up enough to cup her right breast with his free hand, kneaded and tormented her mound, pinched and rolled her nipple. Carly whimpered and arched into his touch, quietly begging for more.
“Neal…”
Okay, not so quietly.
“Hmm…” He didn’t say a word. Nope. All she got was that enigmatic hum, but in a split second, she didn’t care. No, she couldn’t give a damn. Not when he wrapped his lips around her aching nipple, suckled her, nibbled the pearl.
“Yes…” She hissed the word, unable to keep the pleasure from her voice.
He hummed again, the deep vibrations reverberated through her body as he sucked and nipped at the hardened flesh. His hand worked in tandem with his mouth, each pull shooting through her body and encircling her clit, drawing pleasure through her in great gulps.
Carly twitched and tensed, his every move sending shivers of ecstasy along her spine. Her legs shifted of their own accord and all she could do was enjoy his ministrations, let him have his way with her.
Her pussy pulsed, cream gathered at her core and made her heat slick and ready for him. More than ready. Arousal stroked her veins, hopped from nerve to nerve, nudging her pleasure to greater heights with every breath.
She rolled her hips, frantic to have his skin against hers, his cock inside her, caressing her from the inside out. But he’d shifted again.
With a soft pop, he released her breast. Cool air wafted over her overheated skin, causing goose bumps to arise.
Carly raised her head and jerked in surprise. There was…something. Something in his gaze that revealed feelings she’d never dreamed of seeing on his face. Not love. No. But it wasn’t too far off.
“Need you, Neal.”
In a blink, that look disappeared and was replaced with the self-assured, ‘sex on two legs’ mate she’d come to know. “When I’m ready, Lucky.” He leaned down and scraped a canine over her tortured nipple. “When I’m ready.”
With a wink, he continued his travels south, lips dancing over her skin and tongue lapping at her wherever he journeyed.
Carly spread her thighs farther, made room for his wide shoulders as he settled between her legs. She raised her head, watched while he got comfortable. The man was on all fours, elbows propped on the ground, leaving his hands free, and those eyes… Those bright blue eyes that were filled with sex, and that little something else, were trained on her pussy, gaze complete focused on the juncture of her thighs.
Neal took a single finger and traced her slit and she whimpered, bit her lip, and flopped back to the ground. Okay, watching was overrated. Especially when she was ready to come with a simple touch.
“Such a pretty pussy, Lucky. Look at what you’ve been hiding from me.” His voice was a deep growl, deeper than she’d ever heard, and she wondered if maybe…
Okay, maybe another look.
She propped herself up on her elbows this time, determined to see everything. One glance at his face revealed a partially shifted Neal. Her mate’s features had sharpened, become stronger, cheeks appeared chiseled from granite, and a light dusting of golden fur lined his skin.
“So hot and wet for me. Going to give me a taste, angel? Want you to come on my tongue, Carly. Damn…” Beneath her gaze, his eyes locked on hers, Neal lowered his face, pressed his cheek against her inner thigh and inhaled. Those blues flashed deep gold, changing to match the lion that lurked beneath the surface.
“Watch.” His tongue snaked out then, slid easily between her sex lips and teased the sensitive flesh of her pussy.
Carly moaned with that first touch, moaned again when his next lick skated over her clit, then again when he repeated the caress.
“Neal, yes, please.”
He rumbled and then purred against her flesh, tongue delving deeper with each pass, stroking and petting her. His touch traveled over her secret place, lapped at her weeping hole, tasted her inner lips, and circled her clit.
The pleasure built, slithered through her from head to toe and gathered around her pussy until she couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer. Carly let her head drop back, eyes closed, while she enjoyed his ministrations. He tempted and teased her, laved every inch of her cunt from top to bottom and back again. That lithe tongue seemed to taste her everywhere at once and she simply allowed the waves of pleasure to sweep her away.
At some point, his fingers joined his tongue. A thumb circled her clit while his tongue invaded her hole, slid in and out like a cock and he fucked her with his flexible muscle.
“Yes, god, more, please…” Carly couldn’t remain still, couldn’t resist the urge to rock against him, take more of whatever he was willing to give.
But then he withdrew, thumb stilled, and she whimpered.
“Look at me, Carly.” It took every ounce of strength, but she opened her eyes, raised her head, and focused on him. Her cream glistened around his mouth and coated his chin. “Good girl. Keep those eyes on me now. I want to see what you look like when you come.”
“Oh…” It was more of a gasp than a word, and then it turned into a scream of pleasure.
Beneath her gaze, he lowered his head to her pussy, mouth open and tongue visible while he captured her clit between his lips, flicked the bundle of nerves. He yanked a curse from her. At the same moment, two of his fingers, his oh so talented fingers, speared into her cunt, filled and stretched her. He stroked and petted nerves that had long been forgotten.
Oh, they weren’t so forgotten any longer.
Neal sucked on her clit, pulled and teased it while he slid his fingers in and out of her molten heat. He repeated the motion, tasting and tormenting her in equal measure. He curled those digits, pads slid over her G-spot and she convulsed around him, her pussy tightening and milking his invasion.
More and more he gave her, each push and pull timed to match her breathing, fingers sliding in and out with ease, her juices easing the way. Her pussy pulsed, a quick squeeze and release, while his mouth never ceased.
“Yes, more, please…”
Neal released her clit with one last lick, but his thumb quickly resumed its place, circled her bundle of nerves in time with his penetration. “Everything you want, Carly… Keep those eyes one me… Good girl… Want you to come on my hand and then I’ll fuck you. You want that, don’t you?”
As if he needed to ask.
He pulled his fingers free and replaced the two with three, pushing into he
r without finesse and stretching her almost to the point of pain. “Don’t you?”
Okay, apparently he did need to ask.
“Yes, fuck yes.”
Pleasure built then, grew within her with every thrust and retreat, with every rotation of his thumb. She worked with him, rocked her hips in time with his hand, fucked herself on his fingers as if it were his cock.
“God, you’re so beautiful.”
She moaned, the truth behind his words increasing her pleasure tenfold. Shifting her weight, she cupped her breast, kneaded the fleshy mound, mimicked what he’d done to her only moments ago. Her arousal rose higher with her soft touch.
Carly’s climax drew closer, the promised bliss increasing with every passing second, intensifying with her every breath. She was panting now, hips rocking furiously while his fingers pistoned in and out of her hole, the wet squelching sounds of his movements filling the clearing.
“My mate.”
She gasped, the truth shoving her closer to climax. Her passion was raising higher and higher still until she felt sure she’d die from it. The molten sensations of bliss inched closer, the fiery pleasure pulsed through her body, crawling into every inch of her soul and grabbing hold with both hands.
God, she was going to come. Cream his hand, scream his name, and embrace the pleasure of his touch.
She increased her pace and Neal followed her, matched her thrust for thrust as she chased her orgasm. It was so close she could nearly taste the pleasure, relish the flavor on her tongue.
His lion’s eyes bore into hers, watched her from behind his human skin, stalked her from within, and the cat’s presence sent another shudder of ecstasy down her spine. The feline, so fierce and strong, watched her as she neared completion.
Spasms of animalistic need coursed through her veins, the rabbit within reaching eagerly for her lion mate, and Carly went along for the ride. She let the furry bunny out to play, let it show herself through her eyes and meet her mate for the first time.
Neal’s eyes flared in recognition and it seemed to spur him on, shoving pleasure at her in waves as he growled and purred. “Mine.”
An uncontrollable tremor coursed through pussy.
“Mine.”
Her heat clenched on his fingers.
“Mine.”
She arched, hips stilled, and he didn’t falter, tempo continuing. Her orgasm was there, in sight, and so close she could nearly touch the unknown pleasure. It had never been this good, this overwhelming. Then again, it had never been Neal.
“Mine.”
More and more he gave, shoved at her and poured into her body until every breath was accompanied by a shudder that stole her control.
She gasped and writhed yet kept her gaze trained on him. Always on him.
Carly rose higher and higher, closer to the edge, the precipice, the very brink of unadulterated pleasure, and then…
Neal flashed his fangs, his fully distended canines. “Mine.”
She came, the ultimate release overtook her in a great sweep, a fierce tornado that she couldn’t outrun and his name escaped her lips. She shuddered and moaned, the rhythmic spasms of delicious bliss poured through her like molten lava, burning her from the inside out and branding her as his.
Because she was.
Each swell of rapture was followed by another and then another and then…
She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think past the next beat of her heart while he continued his ministrations, his pace never faltering.
“Mine.” His single word sent another wave of ecstasy along her spine and he followed with a rough push of his fingers, an increase of pressure on her clit, and she screamed the first word that formed in her mind.
“Yours!”
*
Neal couldn’t hold back any longer. Not with the cat on the edge and her little rabbit so close that his lion could sense her just beneath Carly’s skin.
With her scream, he didn’t hesitate. He left his place between her thighs, crawled up her body, and pushed into her welcoming heat. She surrounded him with her silken wetness, her tight pussy fitting him like a custom made glove.
His.
Pleasure, unknown and untold, embraced him with this first possession, wrapped around his body and sent his eyes rolling into the back of his head.
Oh, god, his mate. His.
She was it for him, the woman made for him and the only one who’d be in his life.
His.
Carly scratched him, hissed at him like a bunny in she-cat clothing and bared her little teeth as if he should be worried about her bite.
Neal flexed his hips, reveled in the pleasure, but also watched the waves of emotion cross his mate’s features…the twinges of bliss, the overwhelming arousal…the moment that his cock stroked that perfect spot within her…
“Neal!”
And there it was.
He repeated the move, his body undulating in a gentle wave while he moved in and out of her sleek heat. His cat wanted to stay deep within her, fill her, and never leave the sanctuary of her body.
Neal had to agree.
He plunged in and out, his cock stroking her walls while she clenched around him, milked his shaft with the tremors of her impending orgasm. Oh, she’d come again…and again…and… Well, he had some high hopes for the night.
With any luck, she’d be a fully satisfied and deliriously happy mate come morning.
Neal withdrew and pushed forward, body braced as he hovered above his mate, careful not to crush her. Carly was all wanton curves, lush and seductive in her own way, and now she was his. Well, she would be in the next few minutes, anyway.
Pleasure built in him, his cock throbbed, each retreat and thrust causing another swell of ecstasy to surround him, his cock, his balls. The pressure was growing, breath-by-breath it increased, and he dug his claws into the soft dirt beneath him. He couldn’t come. Not yet. They’d come together or he’d die trying.
Just a little longer…
Carly’s pussy clenched around him, tightened until he wasn’t sure if she’d crush him or not, and he groaned. “Carly…”
She gasped, her cunt tightening around him once again. “Mine.” She repeated the word, followed by another spasm. “Mine.” Then again. “Mine.”
“Yes, Carly. Yours.”
Neal’s orgasm was nearing, growing with every pulse of her pussy around him. His balls became high and tight, snug against his body while the pleasure of being inside her swelled.
His dick throbbed, pounded, and twitched in time with his heartbeat until he couldn’t distinguish one from the other. In and out, over and again.
His breath came in great pants, his lungs heaving while he continued making love to his mate…his mate.
God, he wanted to come. Pour himself into her and sink his teeth into her flesh. She’d be his then. Well and truly his.
Carly shifted beneath him and then her hips were rising to meet his every thrust, their bodies working in tandem to bring them the most pleasure. “Neal… So close.”
Thank god.
He lowered his body, rhythm never failing, and scraped the line of her neck, drew his fang along the vulnerable column until he found the spot he’d mark. His place and no one else’s.
Her pussy fluttered around him, milked him in vicious waves, and then…
And then her teeth were on his skin, slicing through it like butter and settling deep into the flesh of his shoulder.
Fuck, fuck, fuck…
His orgasm slammed into him then. Shoved him over the edge and the building pleasure of his release poured from him, freed his cum, and he filled his mate. His mate.
With each wave of ecstasy, each shattering ounce of bliss coursing through his veins, Neal pierced Carly’s vulnerable flesh, slid his teeth beneath the skin, and claimed her as his.
His.
God, he was a possessive ass. But he didn’t really care.
The lion inside roared its approval. They’d chosen a good
mate, the perfect mother for their cubs.
Neal’s hips continued to shift, his orgasm unending as he nipped and sucked his mark, while Carly did the same to him. Their bodies didn’t seem to want to relinquish the tides of pleasure and he rode it, savored every sensation that throbbed through him.
It was Carly who withdrew first, her tiny, razor sharp teeth easing from his shoulder, and a final shuddering wave of pleasure zipped through him as her tongue slid over the wound. With equal care, he released her, treated her battered skin to the same treatment.
Neal slumped, exhausted, sated, and, for once, his damned cat wasn’t trying to rip him apart from the inside out. Nope. Not when he’d finally gotten his teeth into Carly and claimed her as his mate.
Damn, but he’d been driving himself crazy over her. He’d practically stalked the rabbit and craved any little tidbits about her life that he could pry from his woman’s best friend and the pride’s prima, Maya.
It’d been Maya who’d told him about Carly’s plan to stay furry for the Gaian Moon and hide in the forest.
Now he had her.
With a deep, heaving breath, he held Carly as he rolled to his back, tugging her with him and tucking her into his side. From shoulder to knee (damn, she was short) he was molded to curve upon curve of her luscious body. He knew she was self-conscious about her weight, but he loved every rounded inch of her. He imagined her swollen with his cubs, maybe a nice little girl kit now and again, and his cock twitched.
He couldn’t wait.
Carly’s breathing was deep and even; her eyes were closed and her plump lower lip called to him, but he resisted. He’d exhausted her, no doubt.
Instead, he brushed a delicate kiss across her brow and settled in for a nice nap in the glade, his lion ever at the ready in the back of his mind. Nothing would separate him from his mate ever again. Not even Carly.
With a last huff of breath, he let gentle sleep overtake him, his last few words coming out as a sigh. “Thank you, darlin’.”
Chapter Two
The hot French vanilla cappuccino slid down Carly’s throat, warming her from the inside out, chasing away the chill of the morning. She ached in several delicious places, but even the pleasurable memories of the previous night couldn’t banish the hurt and disappointment that had blossomed in her chest.