Carnal Instinct (A Ghost Cat Book)

by Pillow Michelle M.

  Knowing he couldn’t hold his desires back much longer, Cade finally slowed the bike and turned onto a narrow dirt road. Fiona purred like a kitten, rubbing her face along his back. He knew she was too far gone to even worry about where he was taking her. The pheromones he was giving off probably had her nearing the throes of passion. Good thing the pheromones only affected his destined mate or the whole restaurant would’ve rushed him.

  * * * *

  Fiona took a deep breath of air as the man pulled the motorcycle to a stop in front of a lake. The dirt road stretched along the banks and the night sky reflected off the glassy water. She climbed off the back of his bike as he cut the engine.

  Now that they were stopped, she began to shake. It was peaceful around the water and only the hum of insects filled the air. They really were isolated out here in the country. He got off the bike and turned to her. His body was large, easily towering over her slighter form. She felt small, delicate, weak next to him.

  What am I doing here? I must have been insane to get on this man’s bike.

  The green in his eyes seemed to glow in the moonlight as he stared at her—confident in himself. Fiona shivered. There was nothing sexier than a confident man and the hint of danger only added to her arousal.

  “I’m Fiona,” she said, realizing she didn’t know what to call him. He stepped forward, his hand brushing along her cheek.

  “Cade.”

  As the soft word passed his lips, he leaned in, opening his mouth to hers in an instantly deep kiss. She’d never felt so much passion in another person as she did when Cade thrust his tongue into her mouth. He explored her depths, groaning into her as if he couldn’t get enough. His hands slid down her arms, only to pull her shirt up.

  Fiona couldn’t reason beyond the feel of him. A carnal instinct welled inside her, forcing her to succumb to an animalistic side she didn’t know she had. Cade’s smell overwhelmed her, driving her passions to the boiling point. Part of her felt as if she really knew him in her soul—on a very base level. Before she realized what was happening, he broke the kiss just long enough to yank her shirt over her head. He then tore her bra free with a mighty rip.

  Cade stood, staring at her breasts as they both gasped for breath. Then, his movements purposeful, he reached forward, watching her reaction as he touched her chest. He weighed the globe in his palm before flicking a thumb over the nipple. A shockwave hit her stomach and she leaned into him, wanting more.

  She gasped as his long hair tickled her flesh, surrounding her as the breeze pushed over them. Cupping her breasts with his warm palms, he again kissed her. His tongue teased her mouth, until she was so crazy for him that she aggressively sucked it between her teeth.

  “Ah, kitten, you taste so good,” he moaned into her mouth.

  Cade tore his lips from hers only to lean over and smother his face in her chest, groaning and breathing deeply as he pinched her nipples. She couldn’t pull away—not that she wanted to. Fiona gasped, forced to take a step back at his forceful persistence.

  A low growl sounded in the back of his throat. It was seductive, yet raw and possessive. His hands slid to her hips, stopping her from backing away as he sucked a nipple into his mouth. Cade was so strong, holding her captive as he did wickedly delightful things to her breasts. Primitive grunts sounded in the back of his throat as if he would devour her whole.

  Yes. Oh, yes...

  Fiona ran her hands through his beautiful locks, letting him work his magic on her skin. She was so caught up in the pleasure of his mouth that she was surprised when she felt the cool night air caressing her naked butt. He’d quickly worked the pants and underwear from her hips. The warmth of his palms made her shiver in delight as he grabbed her ass and kneaded the cheeks hard. The movement parted the folds of her sex, but the breeze could do nothing to cool the wet heat that built there.

  Cade moved his hand to her sex and slipped a finger up into her tight folds. He watched her carefully, his voice dipping as he said, “Ah, no wonder I can’t keep my hands off you. You’re in heat.”

  In heat?

  She tried not to giggle and failed. That was an interesting way of saying her pussy was wet for him. At the sound of her laugh, he thrust his finger up deeper. Instantly, the sound became a weak moan.

  “I can’t wait to feel your tight body wrapped around my cock.”

  Fiona barely heard him through the blood rushing in her head. When he spoke she got the barest trace of an accent, but she couldn’t make out what kind.

  Southern, perhaps? Definitely not deep south, but...

  His calloused thumb flicked over her clit and she forgot all about placing his accent. When he touched her like that, she could barely stay standing. Fiona grabbed his arms, disappointed to realize that he was still wearing all his clothes. She’d been so busy just letting him have his way with her that she hadn’t even tried to undress him.

  “Cade,” she moaned, pulling at his T-shirt. “Please, baby. I want to feel you—ahh.”

  He wiggled his finger inside her with expert precision, hitting the sweet spot buried within. Her hands gripped his shirt, unable to find the strength to pull it off. A tiny orgasm exploded inside her.

  “Ah, yeah, that’s it. You’re so hot, aren’t you, kitten?” His voice soothed as he continued to work his hand along her pussy. Her muscles clamped around him and he only groaned louder. “Your smell has been driving me crazy. I want to claim you so badly.”

  Fiona merely whimpered as he pushed the sweet spot harder, fingering it in a steady rhythm.

  “You’re primed for me, aren’t you? Your body knows me, doesn’t it?”

  It was true, every word. The lure of his body had pulled her to him since she first saw the bike stop in front of the restaurant. Strange as it sounded, their coming together felt like fate. She could no longer avoid this moment than she could live without breathing.

  He thumbed her clit and growled, “Doesn’t it?”

  “Yes!” she gasped, grasping his strong arms for support. His forceful nature excited her.

  “Mm, that’s a good little kitten,” he coaxed, sounding very much the dominant male. He pulled his hand from her sex and she thought she would die if he didn’t put it back.

  “Oh, please, don’t stop,” Fiona begged. Instantly, she reached for his cock, curious to see if the giant bulge was really all him or just stuffing. Feeling the unmistakably hot outline of his shaft through the denim, she trembled. It was all him.

  She rubbed his arousal as he worked around her to free it from his jeans. He didn’t wear underwear and as soon as he pulled the zipper down, his shaft sprang forward into her hand. She gasped. His cock grew in her palm now that it was free from the confines. Instantly, she let go.

  “It’s, ah...” She tried to step back. The man was ridiculously huge. Too huge. Monstrous!

  “Your sweet pussy’s going to feel so good and tight on me, kitten,” he said, his eyes continuing to glow in the moonlight as he stroked himself. The orbs mesmerized her and she stopped her retreat. “But first I want to feel those lips of yours sucking me until I cum in your mouth. When I do, I want to watch you drink me down. I’m going to lay claim to every inch of you.”

  Fiona found herself nodding weakly in agreement.

  Whatever you want, Cade.

  She watched his fist swallow up the thick head of his shaft only to pump over the length. Even as she feared his great size, she couldn’t completely fight the euphoric pull of his pheromones as they wrapped around her. Fiona told her legs to run, so she could get away from him and think. They didn’t listen.

  “What’s happening?” she whispered. “Who are you?”

  “I’m the man you’ve been waiting for.”

  “How...?” Fiona shook her head, trying to clear the fog. Here she was standing naked by a lake in the middle of nowhere.

  “Fate.”

  Fiona’s lids fell heavily over her eyes and she moaned as passion continued to well within her.

>   “Get on your knees for me,” he said, his tone commanding and imploring at the same time. He was cocky and confident. She found it an incredibly sexy combination. Everything about this man was pure Alpha male and she found herself willingly obeying.

  She eyed the thick shaft as she pulled the jeans lower on his hips. He threw the shirt from his head, breathing hard in anticipation. Muscles dominated every inch of his chest and waist. Fiona smiled and peeked up at him from her place on the ground, feeling very catlike as she licked her bottom lip. He groaned, his body tensing visibly at the gesture. Fiona’s smile widened and she had the insane urge to dominate the Alpha.

  Oh, yeah, you go ahead and think you’re in control. We’ll see who claims who.

  Purring, she licked the tip of his shaft. The smell of him only seemed to grow stronger at the brief touch. The purr turned into a moan. She licked him again, slowly sucking the tip between her lips. Suctioning her mouth, she pulled lightly. Salty pre-cum moistened her lips as she slid off.

  So good...

  Grabbing his cock, she stroked its long length and sucked the tip deeper. Cade thrust, surprising her as he hit the back of her throat with his thick length, nearly gagging her with his great size. She fisted her hands, squeezing him tighter as she mindlessly began kissing and nibbling the hard length. Fiona took him as deep as she could as she practically devoured his hard shaft. She’d never tasted anything like it.

  “Ah, damn, kitten,” he panted for breath. “I’m going to... ahh!”

  The words never made it out. His cock twitched a second before releasing a hot stream of cum down her throat. It was delicious and she drank down every tasty drop. When he pulled her off him, she expected him to be tamed. She was wrong. His large shaft stayed completely erect and the fire in his eyes burned hotter. He fell to his knees before her and grabbed her hips. With surprising strength, he spun her around and had her on her hands and knees before she could think to protest.

  Cade positioned his body behind hers and reached a hand between her legs, sliding his fingers along her wet sex from behind. Water lapped the shore from the lake and the breeze did nothing to cool her ardor. The taste of him in her mouth only strengthened her need for him. She was crazed, mindless, and she needed him to release her.

  She dug her fingers into the moist dirt road, not caring that they were technically out in the open where anyone coming by would see them. It only added to the forbidden danger of what she was doing. Fiona never took herself for such a wild, primitive lover, but with him she couldn’t seem to help herself. The carnal need overrode anything else.

  She looked down just as Cade flipped over on his back. He positioned his head between her thighs and pulled her hips down so she was smothering his face. Fiona tried to let him breathe, but he only growled, pulling tighter. His tongue delved into her pussy, lapping up her cream as if she were a delicacy. He nibbled her clit, sucked it, licked it. Soon she was wiggling against his mouth, needing to find climax. Her pussy worked along his chin.

  Cade groaned and didn’t let her pull away as he rubbed her body’s moisture all over his lower face. When the tension inside her body was to the snapping point, he released her hips and was poised behind her with lightening speed. She wiggled, disappointed that he’d stopped before she reached her climax against his wonderful lips.

  But, as teeth grazed her ass, she knew he only had more pleasure in store for her. Hands spread her thighs wider and she felt a tongue licking along her slit. A finger trailed from her pussy, dragging her cream to the tight rosette buried in her soft cheeks. She tensed as he probed her. When he’d said he was going to claim her, she never imagined he’d go there—to a place no man had ever touched her. There was no time for second thoughts or embarrassment. It felt too good.

  Cade’s moans of approval only grew as he pushed his finger inside her anus. He wiggled his finger in small circles, hitting nerve endings she never realized she had. His touch stayed light and gentle on her ass as he rubbed his cock along her wet slit. Fiona’s body jerked, her pussy still sensitive from his intimate kisses.

  Ah, yeah, fuck me like an animal. Just like this. Claim me.

  Fiona pushed back, curious to feel his enormous length prying her open. She needed this, needed to be fucked so badly it hurt. She wanted to feel his big cock pumping its release inside her.

  “Ah, Cade!”

  * * * *

  Cade couldn’t believe his luck in finding the passionate woman before him. Her taste was on his mouth, driving him wild. He wanted to roar, to shift, to let the cat in him out to play. But, he knew it was too soon. Humans didn’t know his kind existed and they really didn’t mate for life on the first ‘technical’ date—if that’s what this could be called.

  Cade had dated a lot in his time, but he’d never had a woman as hot as she was. Fiona was a wildcat, secure in her passions. Her body pressed back in offering, her length stretching before him. It was a gift he wouldn’t refuse. Pushing forward, he pried her tight pussy open with his cock. He held his breath. Her pussy fisted his shaft to the point he nearly exploded.

  He wasn’t sure her tiny body would take all of him, but when she didn’t protest, he kept going. It was too much. With a growl, he slammed into her, fitting himself to the hilt. She gasped, her sex tightening on him as her muscles adjusted to his size. Cade didn’t have to move. Just feeling her muscles contract to fit him was pleasure enough.

  However, Fiona had different ideas. She pulled forward, only to thrust herself back onto him. He gasped when she did it again and again, urging him to take her. The animal in him wanted to play and he couldn’t stop himself as he grabbed her hips. With a wild jerk he roughly rode her willing body, sliding her over his cock.

  She bucked as he pumped his hips and watched her firm little ass. Cade wished he could hold back, could fight the orgasm building inside him, but it was no use. His body needed another release and it was going to take it whether he was ready or not. This time he couldn’t hold anything back. The second her body clamped in release, he let loose, filling her with a hot jet of his cum.

  “Cade,” she cried, his name heaven on her lips. She moaned, shaking in her intense pleasure.

  Cade didn’t move, as he stayed buried deep. He felt the beginning connection stirring between them. Fiona was marked as his woman.

  Chapter Three

  Fiona couldn’t keep the smile off her face, as she made her rounds at the preserve. After their session by the lake, Cade had driven her home. She wanted to talk to him, but it seemed silly to make small talk after what they’d just done. There was also something very sexy about holding him silently on the back of his bike.

  On her front porch, he gently kissed her and then rode off into the early morning hours. Part of her was sad to think he was riding out of her life forever. He’d just have to be her little secret—a wild thing she’d done one night, something to fuel her lonely fantasies. She was tired, but her body still sung in the aftermath of so much pleasure that she wasn’t about to complain about lack of sleep.

  Walking past the cougar, she frowned. The animal was watching her, his yellowed eyes narrowed as he sniffed the air. At almost every cage she passed by, the animals within did the same—especially the males. She frowned, lifting her arm to quickly smell herself. She’d taken a shower and put on the same lotion she always wore.

  “Huh,” she said, flipping a page on her clipboard to make a notation. Documenting wasn’t a fun job, but it beat cleaning cages. Seeing a worker making his way cautiously into the cougar’s area, she gave a slight wave. The man nodded his head, but didn’t return the gesture. The animal was new and really feisty. It scared easily and Fiona backed away slowly so as not to startle it while the preserve worker was in there.

  Taking a path, she found herself skipping the tigers to go to the lions’ den. For some reason, she wanted to go see King. It was strange, considering the day before he’d lunged at her. Finding him on top his usual rock, his head lazily resting on his paws
, she hesitated.

  King sniffed, before raising his head to look at her. For a moment, he just stared. Then, hopping down, he lowered his head and walked forward. Fiona glanced around and made her way guardedly to the cage.

  “Are you still mad at me?” she asked, her voice shaking.

  King shook his head as if he could understand her. Fiona couldn’t help but laugh. There was something different about him—more relaxed. Maybe it was her. Her whole body was numb from her night with Cade. Her only regret was that he had ridden off into the sunset—not that she wanted a relationship with him, but a repeat performance would’ve been welcomed.

  “You didn’t happen to tell all the other cats what I told you yesterday, did you?” she asked, thinking of how all the cats looked at her funny.

  He nodded once. Fiona laughed. It was as if he was really answering her.

  “Shame on you, King,” she scolded playfully as she moved to mark her clipboard. “Can’t you keep a secret?”

  He nodded again.

  “Hmm, we’ll see.” Fiona answered, marking a few more boxes on her form. When she’d finished, she said, “Oh, all right. I have to tell someone and I guess you’re as close to a confidant as I’m going to get. I met someone last night.”

  The lion tilted his head. Was it just her, or did it look like he was waiting to hear about it? Who was she to turn away a willing ear? Fiona smiled. It wasn’t as if she could tell anyone else. Cade would have to be her secret—hers and King’s. Besides, she was under her father’s thumb for the time being and she knew he’d be livid if he caught wind of her wanton actions. Proper young ladies just didn’t ride off on the back of stranger’s motorcycles.