by Danica Avet
Before she lost herself to the pleasure, before it swallowed her whole, she heard a magnificent roar and felt the hot wash of his satisfaction land on her stomach. Scent-marked in the most primal of ways. And it made her want to smile.
Chapter Twelve
Zach was pleased. He felt like strutting around the parish with his chest puffed out because Colette carried his scent. Resting on his side after the most embarrassingly loud climax of his life, he stroked her naked back, her smaller body sprawled over his chest. After he came, he’d taken the time to rub his seed into her caramel-colored skin, taking primitive satisfaction in how well he’d pleased her. She’d sighed and smiled and stretched like a kitten being stroked.
Then he’d stripped off his damn clothes, needing full-skin contact with her. That had been at least an hour ago and while he wanted to fuck her, his tiger—only partially pleased with smoothing their scent into her—wanted more. So did Zach. But there was so much more they wanted to do, so many positions and pleasures awaiting them and patience had never really been his strongpoint when it came to sex.
Colette shifted her weight, her hip pressing into his hardening cock. She paused and lifted her head where it rested on his chest. Her face still glowed from her orgasm, her lips swollen from his kisses. She looked like a woman who’d been well loved.
“You’re ready to go again already?” she asked in a husky voice that suggested she might have strained her vocal cords with her scream of pleasure.
“Mais, yeah, of course I am, but don’t worry, I won’t do anything to get you pregnant. We’ll just wait until we’re at your place or mine.” He tried to make it seem as though it wasn’t a big deal when he was nearly dying to have her cunt wrapped around him, squeezing until he came. His dick twitched at the thought. “I didn’t think to bring anything.”
Her eyes, which had been sultry and lazy moments before, twinkled with mischief and her lips trembled as though she fought a smile. “Oh,” she said in a shaky voice. “That’s… Wow, Zach, that’s so nice of you. You know, not to want to risk me getting pregnant.” She cleared her throat, her body shaking slightly. “I guess we could, you know, just play and all, right?”
Feeling as though he was being punk’d, Zach frowned at his mate, who didn’t know she was a mate, determined to show his dominance. “What’s so funny?”
She shrugged, trying to appear innocent. She looked like a devious angel with fucking on the mind. Especially when she began to shimmy down his body, her nipples dragging along his chest seconds before her lips nipped at his ribs. “It’s just a very sweet thing,” she said instead of answering him. She paused to lap at his navel, his cock resting between her perky breasts. “You’re sacrificing pleasure to protect me.”
Zach’s entire body tensed as she moved farther south, her silky skin skimming over his aching dick. “It’s…not a sacrifice,” he managed to choke out when her tongue discovered the slick head of his dick. He fisted the sheets near his hips to keep from grabbing her, but God, it was hard. And not just the erection she lapped at like the naughty girl he wanted her to be. He’d love for her to be even naughtier and take him down her throat. He shook his head. What was he supposed to be saying? “It’s no problem.”
She grasped his cock in one hand, pumping the base as she wrapped her lips around the tip and hummed. The sound traveled down his shaft to his balls where his cum practically boiled in preparation to erupt again. Sweat gathered along Zach’s hairline as he fought the urge to just let go. This was for both of them. This playtime was necessary if they were going to build the foundation for a future.
Colette released his cock from the haven of her mouth with a soft pop, but she didn’t let him go completely. No, his little vixen seemed bound and determined to drive him insane because she rubbed her cheek against the turgid length, the softness of her skin taunting him, the hungry, mischievous look in her eyes tempting him to show her his true colors.
“It’s so sweet, especially when I have a whole box of condoms in my bag,” she purred, her hot breath whispering across his strained erection. Her tongue peeked out again, licking him from root to tip where she swirled it to lick the pearls of seed beading up.
Blood thundered—not rushed—through his veins, roaring as though he stood next to white rapids. It took him several heartbeats before his brain could process her words. When he did though, he lifted his head from the pillow, eyes wide as he stared at the sly woman lapping at his cock.
“What?” he croaked.
She sucked slightly, closing her eyes as though she loved nothing more than the taste of his dick. Fuck, who knew she could be so deliciously bad?
“I said, I have a whole box of condoms in my—” Her words ended in a shriek as he flipped her over when he leapt out of bed as though his ass were on fire.
Zach didn’t even care that the woman he wanted so much it made his teeth ache laughed as he bolted across the room to the bag he’d brought in earlier. The tricky female had prepared for this exact moment. Part of him wanted to paddle her ass for making him think they had to play it extremely safe, while his tiger purred at his female’s ability to think ahead. He nearly tore the bag apart in his desperation, his claws itching to punch through the tips of his fingers, but he managed to hold the beast at bay.
The box of condoms looked like a sign from God. He almost expected to see a celestial light surrounding the blue packaging as though to say the entrance to heaven could be found there. He shook his head of the blasphemous thoughts and turned with the box in his hand, only to nearly swallow his tongue.
Colette lounged on her stomach, knees bent as she kicked her feet in a lazy, feminine movement that left him biting back a growl of want. Her hair tumbled around her exotic face, her arms supporting her upper body. She was a study of dark skin against white, the sleek lines of her back flowing into the sexy dip of her spine before rising up to create a round, juicy ass and long, lean legs. Zach’s heart slammed as he came face-to-face with the unleashed sensuality of the woman who’d captured that pathetically small organ. How could he have ever thought she wasn’t beautiful? In this moment, her face lit up by happiness and her skin glowing from pleasure, she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. So beautiful in fact, his throat tightened. The man who won Colette’s heart and soul would be the luckiest man in the world. And he was determined it would be him.
He narrowed his eyes on the woman who was driving him insane. Her grin faltered, the laughter fading from her eyes as heat rekindled in the violet depths. When he took a step toward her, she leapt to rest on her knees, her hair swirling around her shoulders.
“Don’t run,” he warned her as he tore into the box, a strip of condoms rolling out like a welcome carpet. He tore one off, dropping the rest to the ground and quickly covered his hard cock with the latex. His tiger roared because it knew this meant they wouldn’t come inside their female, but Zach quieted the animal. Colette’s gaze darted around the mostly empty cabin as though seeking a way past him. “Don’t do it.”
If she ran, he’d chase her and take her with more force than he intended. But he should’ve known Colette would see his warning as a challenge. She launched herself off the bed. Zach’s tiger, roused from its pout by her sudden movement, tried to anticipate the direction she planned to take, leaping to the left. Both the man and the tiger had forgotten, though, that they were dealing with a seasoned hunter who’d stalked as much prey as they had.
Colette feinted left and went right, laughter trailing behind her as she darted around the small, rickety table in the middle of the room. There wasn’t a lot of room for her to move around and Zach had reach. With that thought in mind, he spread his arms wide and attempted to crowd her into one corner. Her breathless laughter and the scent of her feminine musk filled the air, leaving him slightly lightheaded as lust caused all the blood in his body to rush to his groin.
She kept the table between them, darting left and right, her high breasts dancing as she tried to stay
out of reach. Impatience beat at him, urging him to toss the table out of the way, but his tiger wanted to keep playing with her, wanted her to let the anticipation build. The mating dance required some effort on his part. This was what had been missing with the other women who came to his bed. They didn’t play, didn’t attempt to evade him with sly smiles and pale hair, didn’t tempt him to be the animal he was.
Then Colette made a crucial mistake in their game. She tried the same move twice, feinting to the left when she intended to go right. And this time Zach was ready, catching her in his arms when she tried to go around him again. Even though he had her, her naked, slick body pressed to his, she didn’t give up. She wiggled, her breathless giggles sounding out as he carried her across the room to the bed. She almost slid out of his hold a couple of times, but Zach finally had his prize and he wasn’t about to give her up.
He fell to the bed with her, careful to keep his weight off her, but the move still caused the frame to groan and slam into the wall behind the headboard. Ignoring the way her eyes widened at the sounds, Zach’s hands slid down his mate’s curvy back, over her round ass and gripped her thighs. With one quick move, he spread her legs wide and with a slow thrust, slid his cock home.
Colette’s breath was caught somewhere, probably on the other side of the room where she’d dared to play with the tiger and got caught. Mostly though, it’d been punched out of her lungs with one forceful thrust of Zach’s cock. She was so wet it didn’t hurt so much as it stung a little as muscles that hadn’t handled anything his size were stretched to their limits. But even then, even as her body fought to accept him, her pussy telling her brain this was a bad idea, Colette’s nerve endings tingled with absolute pleasure.
And kept tingling because he wasn’t finished fitting every inch of his hard length into her body. Her eyes widened when he finally hit bottom, a squeal rising up in the back of her throat. She’d never, never ever had that sensation, wasn’t even sure she liked it. It was a pressure and ache all at once, her brain urging her to slide up and away from the battering ram trying to pound through her body. Then Zach stopped trying to punch through her cervix and went still.
Colette let out a little sigh of relief and stared up at the man holding her legs open. His hands nearly circled her thighs, his strength such that he held her hips above the mattress as though her weight was nothing. It was both erotic and terrifying to know how much stronger he was, but her body chose to accept it as sexy beyond fucking belief, her pussy softening and growing moist, as though it was putting out the welcome mat.
“Put your feet on my chest,” Zach ordered in a harsh voice that would’ve made her nervous if it hadn’t been for the obvious strain on his face.
She wet her lips, the playfulness she’d felt before melting beneath a wave of intense sexual need. But she did as he commanded, planting the soles of her feet on his bulging pecs, her heart leaping into her throat when the move caused his cock to rub what seemed like every square centimeter of her cunt. Once she was in the position he wanted, he began to move again.
And her whole world shattered. It wasn’t that he was hurting her. It wasn’t that he pounded into her hard and fast, bumping her cervix with every thrust. No, it was none of those things. Instead, he devastated her with tenderness and slow, shallow thrusts that sent ripples through her entire body like a pebble in a still lake. It started off small, just a little tingle of pleasure, but then the next thrust hit another nerve, building on the pervious pleasure and again and again, each grind of his hips set off fireworks in her womb.
Colette lost herself in the bliss, her hands finding and gripping his thighs as though Zach was the only thing keeping her grounded. Sweat popped up all over her skin, her pores opening as though they wanted to absorb everything he had to give her. And she did. She took it, sliding with him, letting him rock them to orgasm, letting Zach control their pleasure and she didn’t take her eyes off him once.
How could she when he caught her gaze with his, demanding she watch? It added to the intimacy of the moment, combining with the slick, sucking sounds of his cock sliding through her wetness, the soft slap of his balls hitting her ass when he gave her a little more of a thrust than a glide. Their harsh breathing filled the air, causing it to grow even more humid.
And then it crashed over her like a category 5 hurricane. Colette tried to fight it. She couldn’t have told anyone why she wanted to hold that orgasm back, maybe from fear that it would destroy her. And it was a well-founded trepidation because it did destroy her. It started at a molecular level, the very foundation of her being quaking at the pleasure this man gave her and radiated outward. She was vaguely aware of someone making loud, high-pitched sounds, of her entire body shaking and shuddering, but it was muted because of the euphoria that enveloped her like a blanket of fire, burning her to the bone and leaving her a brand-new person.
Zach’s hold on her legs tightened to the point of pain and his gentle glides became sharp, fast slams as he worked her for his own pleasure, the steady pulses of her inner muscles fighting him when he withdrew. Sweat gathered and dripped. Bodies strained together, muscles tensed, smooth finesse became desperate poundings until finally, with a loud groan, he hit her cervix one last time, sending her into another orgasm, but this time she dragged him with her beneath the flames.
* * * * *
“We should get going,” Colette gasped against Zach’s mouth.
“Mm-hm,” he rumbled in reply, nipping at her chin. She tasted like salt from the sweat coating their bodies and all luscious female. “In a minute.”
Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her high breasts pressed into his chest and her tight pussy gripped his dick like a vise. Long strands of sweat-soaked hair stuck to her, to Zach, getting in their faces and everywhere else, but he didn’t care.
“I think,” she panted as he rocked her onto his cock. “I think it stopped raining.”
It had, but there was no way he was going to rush through this. He’d already used two of the condoms from the box, taking her as gently as he was able to that first time, then he’d taken her yet again soon after. This time, though, was about the need to leave an impression, and more of his scent, on her. He sat with his back against the cold metal railing, Colette in his lap, her feet planted on either side of his hips in a near squat. They weren’t going at it like bunnies like last time. No, that had been about raw lust. He’d flipped his mate onto her knees and taken her from behind, her hands gripping the railings of the headboard as though they would save her life.
The purr that had started from the moment they kissed hadn’t stopped and it only ramped up in power the slower they ground against each other. She fit him like a tight glove. If he wasn’t so concerned with making sure she remembered this day for the rest of her life, he’d pat himself on the fucking back. She’d had to adjust to him, her pussy rippling and stretching around him, her eyes wide with surprise that made a man feel as though he was twenty feet tall.
She grunted softly, her hips rocking on him with a little more force. He watched her, hands on her ass, helping her find the perfect position so his cock rubbed her G-spot. When she arched her back, he bent his knees to give her support, each movement fluid as though they’d been lovers for years instead of a few hours. The new position slid him even deeper, her face flushing and going slack from pleasure. He could come just from watching her orgasm.
“Zach,” she breathed as she let go of his shoulders to grip her breasts, pinching and rolling the hard peaks, tormenting herself. More of her sweet moisture flowed down his dick, her inner muscles tensing around him. “Oh God, cher bon Dieu,” she cried out, a string of Cajun French leaving her in a torrent of words he couldn’t make out.
But he didn’t need to know what she was saying because he felt it the minute she went over the edge. Felt it and loved it, the top of his head nearly blowing off. Colette’s body went rigid, her spine arching back over his knees a split second before her pussy clenched around his dick,
squeezing and milking him. He lost it, unable to hold back any longer. He gripped her waist and used his greater strength to bounce her on his cock, hard and fast. Throwing his head back, he roared, going off like a rocket, the sharp, nearly painful pressure in his balls shooting into the condom in rapid pulses.
His climax could’ve lasted for hours or only a few seconds, but when he came back to himself, it was with a satisfied smile on his face and a very slick, panting female on his limp cock. They’d both come hard, their lungs struggling to catch their breath, muscles slack and this was usually when he said, “Thanks for the fun. See ya later.” Yet when Colette made a move as though she would climb from his lap, he held her captive.
He leaned forward, nuzzling the center of her chest, lapping at her silky flesh, tasting the salt from her sweat and the essence that was Colette. The amount of sweat clinging to their skin made them stick together. His tiger, the clean freak who wanted his fur and paws immaculate at all times, would have normally found the stickiness of Zach’s skin disgusting, but now made it purr in contentment. He was inside his mate, her sated body limp over his. Life couldn’t be any better.
His gaze trailed down the exposed column of her throat to the tender crook where her neck met her shoulder and his gums ached with the need to release his fangs. Okay, so life could get better. He wanted Colette to wear his mark, a small scar showing his possession. Unlike shifters, her mark wouldn’t fade after a while. She’d hold the symbol of his territory forever. His purring increased in speed and volume.
“You sound like a motor boat,” she murmured without lifting her head.