The Leopard's Witchy Mate (The Mayhem Crew, #1)

by Boon, Elle

  Her back arched off the bed, and her hands reached for him, scratching grooves into his shoulders. He chuckled and moved to her other breast, giving it the same treatment. Her body felt hot, achy, so dang needy she didn’t think she could survive if he didn’t do something, anything.

  Ridge seemed to know just what she needed, moving downward, nipping her stomach. He murmured something so low she couldn’t discern his words. She was going to ask him to repeat himself, but then he knelt between her thighs, widening them with his knees.

  “Fuck, you’re so sexy you take my breath away.” His big hands smoothed up and down her thighs from knee to groin, stopping with his thumbs right at the top of her mound.

  Noelle was squirming by the time he blew a puff of air over her pussy, unable to stay still. She needed him to make the ache go away. Wanted him to do something, only she couldn’t form the words, grateful he was attuned to her needs and didn’t appear to need conversation as she groaned and writhed beneath him.

  His thumbs stroked down, opening her up. When he didn’t do anything more, she reached down and gripped his hair, growling.

  Ridge, the sneaky cat, chuckled, making her shake in frustration, then he bent, bringing his head down, licking a slow path up, taking his time like the leopard he was.

  Her hips moved as he lapped, jolting at the feel of one then two fingers entering her. She’d bought a BOB but had never felt as full as she did now with his large digits inside her. “Please, Ridge, I need more.”

  “Ah, Katjie, I will please you; many times, this night.” He met her gaze with his alpha stare, pumping his fingers in and out. “Do you trust me, Noelle?”

  She nodded, because yes, she did trust him with her entire being.

  “Good, then let me make you feel good.” He kissed her clit then sucked it into his mouth, making her cry out.

  Noelle couldn’t form another sentence; her pants and groans filled the air while he took her to the pinnacle of pleasure. Little tingles began in her toes, working their way up her body until they exploded throughout, tossing her over the edge. She called out Ridge’s name her fingers twisted in his hair. “Oh, Ridge, yes, don’t stop I’m coming.”

  Ridge continued sucking her clit and pumped his fingers in and out faster. “Look at me, Noelle.”

  Raising her lids, she took a deep breath. Her fingers were wrapped in his glorious hair, so she relaxed them, wincing as a few strands came loose. “Sorry.”

  He kissed her clit, pulled his fingers out of her, and brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean. “Mmm, I love your taste. I love it when you claw my back and yank on my hair, Katjie. Don’t ever apologize for what we do when we make love.”

  His gorgeous eyes told her he meant every word he said, making her feel loved and protected.

  Ridge moved until he was poised over her, holding himself above her. She felt his love and his caring. He would do anything to not hurt her. She lifted her head off the pillow, nipping his jaw. “Make me yours, Ridge.”

  He reached into the bedside table and grabbed a condom. “I want to have babies with you, Noelle.”

  She stared at the condom and then at him. Indecision warred within her. She also wanted little ones someday. Someday being the keyword. “Soon, not right away. I’d like to spend time getting to know more about you and life with the Crew.”

  His smile was bright while he rolled the latex on. “That sounds like a great plan.”

  She should’ve been prepared for his penetration, especially after seeing his monster dick. However, nothing could’ve truly made her ready for his initial thrust. Biting her lip, she tried to hide the shock and pain, not wanting him to stop but worried he’d do just that if he saw the discomfort written on her face.

  “Look at me, Noelle. It’ll only hurt for a moment,” he bit out.

  Shit.

  She turned back, opened her eyes, her breath stalling in her lungs. He appeared as pained as she felt. This male, this predator, was hurting because she was. Goddess, she loved him. Taking a deep breath, she let it out and relaxed.

  “Don’t turn away from me, love. What you feel, I will as well. We are one, now and forever. Okay?”

  If a heart could turn over, hers just did. Her hands went back to his shoulders, gripping him, worried he’d stop if he saw her flinch. Dang it, he was huge, stretching her. She sent a little healing energy to the tissues surrounding him, swallowing the yelp as he pushed in farther. Ridge showed he was completely attuned to her and her reactions, stopped halfway inside, even when she wanted him to just finish it.

  “I love you, Katjie.” He leaned down, holding her gaze, and wrapped his lips around one of her breasts again. First, he played with her right nipple, licking and sucking, then did the same to the other, tugging and nipping, making her writhe beneath him. It was so good; she hardly noticed the burn and stretch of him moving forward. He kept up the slow torture for minutes or hours, she wasn’t sure which.

  RIDGE KEPT A TIGHT control on his own needs, paying close attention to Noelle’s reaction to what he was doing to her. Once he felt her tight little pussy relax marginally, he pressed a little farther inside.

  Fuck! He could feel the tiny little electrical currents zipping around her body, zapping him each time he pulled on her nipples with his mouth. He wondered if she was aware of their connection. When she began to pant again, her pussy hotter than any other, he took advantage and slid another inch inside.

  Noelle’s legs widened a little more while he pulled back, and eased in, again and again, his lips and tongue continuing the assault on her breasts. Shit, she had the most responsive tits he’d ever seen or touched. He wanted to see his cock sliding between them before disappearing into her saucy little mouth. The image was enough to make him slam a little farther inside her slick, wet heat.

  Not wanting to hurt her, Ridge kept teasing her with his lips, easing a hand between their bodies, finding her clit until the breath she’d been holding whooshed out of her. “That’s it, Katjie, let me in.”

  The sharp pain she felt couldn’t be hidden, not from him when they were so connected, and he was watching her face as he slid into her.

  “Holy mother of pearl,” she gasped.

  He didn’t say a word, but he did raise his right brow.

  “You...have remarkable,” she gasped, inhaled deeply before continuing, “patience, but can you move now. I love having all of you in me, a lot. You take up so much space, like so much. Dearest Goddess, you’re huge.”

  Ridge left her breast to cover her mouth. His woman, his female, his mate was killing him with her body and her words. She overwhelmed him with her honesty. She made him feel like he was larger than life, when it was she who was his everything. He could barely get a grunt out and then he was moving, in and out, hearing her in his head, begging him not to stop.

  He reared back. “I can hear you.” He’d never heard of a non-mated pair, or anyone not bitten by their alpha who could do such. Opening his mind, he reached for her. Can you hear me?

  Yes. Can you hear me?

  Ridge rocked backward, moving his hips in a sensual rhythm that would maximize both of their pleasure. “This is amazing, Katjie. Let’s see if you can feel what I feel.” With the connection open, he allowed her to experience what it was like to have her tight, wet heat surrounding him.

  “Oh,” she gasped.

  Fucking-A, he couldn’t believe it. The Goddess had clearly smiled upon their mating before they’d actually formally mated. Although she tried to urge him to move faster, he was the more experienced of the two. Besides, this was her first time, and you could never get that back. He didn’t want to rush things even when his dick was screaming to rush it.

  Noelle clung to him, her nails biting into him. He had no doubt if she’d been a leopard, he’d have her claw marks for days.

  “I wish I were a leopard,” she whispered, reminding him she was in his mind.

  He shook his head, easing in and out, feeling her tightening around
him. “Katjie, I love you just as you are. The Goddess knew what she was doing when she created both of us. You’re more than enough for me. Truth be known, you’re too damn good for me, but I won’t let you go.”

  She wrapped her legs around his hips, gripping him tighter, her mouth opening on a moan then a scream as an orgasm whipped through her. It was so startling, he pressed forward, holding his groin against hers, his eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head at the exquisite feeling of her milking his cock.

  “Fuck, that feels so damn good, Noelle.”

  “I’ve never—I mean, I’ve made myself come before but never had that toe-curling sensation I’ve heard about until now. Can we do that again?” she asked.

  Ridge chuckled, her total honestly sexier than women who played naïve. “Oh, baby, we’ve only just begun.” He pulled back until just the tip was inside before slamming in again. “You still alright?”

  “I’m better than alright, mate. I’m glad I waited for you. Mate me, mark me, make me truly yours, Ridge.”

  Ridge froze above her, his leopard leaping forward. His being was poised on the edge of the precipice, ready to leap and claim her right then and there. “Last chance, love.”

  “I love that I can bring out your leopard, and I’m not scared of him. I love you both,” she sighed, tilting her head to the side.

  He didn’t stop and ask again, slamming in and out, racing toward his own climax. Noelle could’ve waxed poetic, and it wouldn’t have meant shit to him. Claiming him and his leopard was the one thing guaranteed to make her his for all time. Life with him wouldn’t be easy. He was the alpha of a bunch of wild cats. They were the Mayhem Crew because they...created a lot of mayhem, but they were loyal. His mate would have to be able to handle all that came with him, but he had no doubt Noelle was perfect for the job.

  Using every ounce of his alpha power, he leashed his leopard until he ensured she was ready to fall with him. The rest of the world, shifter, human, and other could fuck right the fuck off, but his mate would never need to fear him. For her, he’d set the entire planet on its side.

  He stared down at her, his dick hard as steel as his balls slapped her ass with each stroke, going faster and faster. She smiled up at him, making his heart slam against his chest. Honest to fuck, she was killing him with her sweetness, testing his hard-won control. So, he did what he wanted—he kissed her sassy sweet-mouth, stroking in and out with his tongue in tandem with his cock. “Need you to come with me, Katjie.”

  “You feel so good in me, Ridge. Just come. I already did once.” She smiled up at him, resolved to let him use her.

  Fuck that. His mate would come again. He reared back, his little mate scratching his shoulders, surely leaving her marks. Yesss, his leopard purred.

  Ridge lifted her under the legs with his arms, the angle allowing him to watch his dick disappear inside, then come back out coated in her cream. Holy shit, the vision was so damn erotic his cock twitched in warning. It took major concentration for him to hold the rising need to come back while he pumped and swiveled, hitting her clit with each slam inside. No way was he going to leave her behind before seeing her come apart first.

  It took him a moment to realize she was panting, whispering, and squirming on his cock. He continued his assault, enjoying the feel of her tightness, and fought his own need as she squeezed him in rhythmic pulses.

  “Ridge, don’t stop. I’m going to come,” she yelled.

  When her words hit him, he nearly exploded at the same time. Her tight little pussy tightened around him, and she choked out his name on another scream. Ridge bent, licked the muscle on her shoulder and bit. Her body jerked, clamping around his. He didn’t even try to hold his own orgasm back. He lost any sort of rhythm, his hips jerking back and forth as pulse after pulse of his seed filled the latex. Hell, at this point he was sure he’d burst the damn thing with as much come as he was filling it with.

  His leopard roared, shaking the windows. Ridge froze, looking to reassure Noelle she was safe. Her eyes were closed, a happy smile on her face. Licking the wound with his tongue, he sealed the mark. In a day or so it would be a scar, but any shifter would be able to tell what it meant. She was his. If she’d been a shifter, she’d have done the same to him.

  Purple eyes blinked open, brighter than he’d ever seen them. “My turn,” she growled.

  Ridge eased out of her, unsure what she meant until she flipped their positions. The spent condom was removed, tossed into the trashcan without a care, then she was sliding onto his still-hard dick. He recognized the alpha female staking her claim, could smell the wild within her. How or why he didn’t know—only the Goddess knew these things. For now, he’d lie back and enjoy the ride.

  When her fingers traced his chest, Ridge was sure he wasn’t going to be able to stay still for long.

  “Hold the headboard, Ridge. I want to play.”

  There was only one female who would ever be able to tell him to do something and he’d do it, and even then, only when they were fucking, or making love, and that was his mate. He lifted his arms and gripped the wooden slats. They wouldn’t hold up if he pulled too hard. Hell, he didn’t think anything manmade could, but he’d do his best to honor her wishes.

  “I’m all yours, Noelle.”

  She lifted up and kissed his forehead, bringing her breasts right where he could take advantage of them. He wasn’t one to not lick what was in his face, sucking on one ripe little nipple. Her moan of pleasure was music to his ears.

  Noelle slid her lips to his jaw, then his ear. “You don’t play fair, mate.” She kissed the area where his shoulder and neck met, making him shiver.

  “Never said I’d play fair, Katjie.” Ridge bit his lip trying to stifle his plea for her to fucking ride his dick.

  “Hmm, I guess you didn’t.”

  In the next instant, he felt the sweetest pain he’d ever experienced. His mate’s fangs sliding into him, past skin, through muscle, marking him as hers. “Holy fucking shit, Noelle,” he roared.

  His hips surged upward, ramming into her over and over. Roaring filled his head; his body wasn’t his own, but then again, his mate had just claimed him.

  Slowly, he realized Noelle was speaking to him.

  “Shit, you okay?” he asked, stilling his movements.

  She looked like Rocky when he hit the top of the stairs and the music played, all conqueror and shit. Noelle may not know it, but his little claimed mate had done that, she’d claimed him, his little witchy mate had just claimed him in the way of shifters. And it was better than he’d ever expected.

  “I’m great. Are you?” she asked shyly.

  Now that the roaring in his head was easing, he could think clearer. “Baby, if I was any better, I’d be fucking dead. Come here.” His neck felt wet, probably from his blood. He wouldn’t tell her she should lick the wound to seal it. It would make the mark even more pronounced.

  “Oh, wait.” She pushed his head to the side, easing the slight ache. Good little mate.

  “Need you in my life like I need my next breath, Katjie. Thank you for being you and being so damn perfect for me.” He gripped the back of her head, holding her where he wanted so he could seal their mouths in a kiss that went deeper.

  She stripped him of his control, yet she gave him something else. She gave him a reason to give all of himself. “Shit, no condom, Katjie.”

  “It’s okay. I got magic,” she answered with a smile.

  Ridge wasn’t sure what that meant but gave himself over to her. Using his arms, he lifted her up and down, up and down, faster and faster until they were both moaning and gasping. His growl came out deep and loud, with Noelle’s scream following him. He didn’t think beyond coming, figuring he’d make it up to her afterward, after he had his head on straight. However, his little witch was so in tune with him she came along with him, milking him.

  She collapsed on top of him, her white-blonde hair tickling his nose. “Sleep, love.” He brushed his hand down her ba
ck.

  “Mkay,” she murmured.

  Chapter Ten

  RIDGE STRETCHED, LOVING the feel of Noelle’s upper body on top of his. Sometime in the middle of the night she’d slipped off of him, but he’d pulled her back so he could hold her. He wasn’t sure what had woken him from his slumber, but a niggle of worry had him easing from his bed.

  After tucking the sheet back around her naked form, he padded to the floor-to-ceiling windows, still amazed at his mates’ magical abilities. The moon was so bright it illuminated his entire backyard, drawing his gaze to a large lion and the smaller white lion sitting next to him.

  “Shit,” he whispered.

  Not wanting to wake Noelle, he pulled on a pair of briefs from his dresser then headed down the stairs and out the back-patio doors. “What’s up, Thadd?” He faced the large lion without fear.

  Thadd shifted to human, wearing the sparkly booty shorts Ridge still found hilarious. “Your sister wanted to visit but then didn’t want to bug you. I’ve no problem bugging you, but...” He shrugged.

  The other white lion stayed in his shifted form, staring off into the distance.

  “Hello, Yaro, how’s it going?” he asked Thadd’s younger brother. Even if the boy didn’t shift, he wanted to acknowledge him.

  The air shimmered and then Yaro stood there looking a lot healthier than he had the last time Ridge had seen him.

  “I am well, Ridge. Your sister is coming.” Yaro nodded regally.

  Ridge already smelled her familiar scent. What he wasn’t prepared to find, was her walking instead of running on four legs, and dammit, the goat was with her.

  “Do not look at me with disdain, cat. I am not just a goat.” Mr. Bixley sniffed as if offended.

  “Hello, Bixley, how are you faring down in Texas?” Ridge didn’t think the oh-so-refined English-speaking goat would like the hot state, but what did he know?

  “The Wilder Crew is much like the Mayhem Crew.” Mr. Bixley didn’t elaborate.

  “Ridge,” Torrance yelled as she finally came within running distance.