"Will you bite me, Simon?" She whispered.
Simon knew they weren't going to make it to the shower.
"God, Whitney."
Their hands pulled at each other's clothes, both kicking away their shoes. Whitney pushed Simon onto the couch and climbed onto his lap. She grasped his cock as Simon clutched at her hips, her hand almost enough to make him come before he had even got inside her. Her pussy was hot and wet, wet enough that he slid in on the first thrust.
Whitney moaned and began to grind and bounce on his cock, her walls squeezing his cock. Simon held on tight to her hips and helped her along. He spied blood on her arm and the claw marks on her upper arm just above her elbow.
He leant forward, pulling Whitney against him, and licked at the wounds, the blood now dry. The saliva on his tongue covered the wounds and began to heal them before his eyes.
Satisfied with that, he sat back and thrust up into Whitney, who was clutching onto his shoulders as she fucked him, her head rolling back, eyes closed. She looked lovely when she was in the throes of passion. Simon could look at her all day like that.
One thing he forgot to tell her was that newly mated couples had an overpowering urge to have sex more than before. He would be able to see that look more now.
He was close. Very close. But Simon waited for Whitney. He wanted her to come first. And it didn't take long for Whitney to reach her peak.
She was screaming her orgasm when Simon sat up and sank his fangs into her neck where it met her shoulder. Whitney's body tensed but quickly relaxed and she came again, her pussy clamping down on his cock. That was enough for Simon to climax, thrusting deep inside her as his seed was released.
Whitney was moaning as Simon removed his fangs and licked away the blood. Unlike the marks on her arm, these ones were permanent. Everyone would be able to see them and know that she was his. His head pounding, he lay back, taking Whitney with him.
John had told him that the first time you have sex with your mate and you actually mate with them was the best sex ever. And he was right.
"How was that?" He panted.
"Delicious." Whitney grinned and rolled her hips. "You're very energetic now, aren't you?"
It was then that Simon realized his cock was hard again. And it had only been moments since he had come. He grinned and kissed Whitney's nose.
"Coming down from a high plus mating improves my stamina somewhat."
Whitney giggled. She nipped at his bottom lip with her teeth.
"I have a feeling I'm going to enjoy this mating." She said against his mouth.
Simon growled and kissed her. He was going to enjoy it as well.
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Preview Of ‘The Tiger’s Reluctant Mate (Hunky Shifters Book 2) By Ashley Hunter
Chapter One
The phone had barely finished its first ring when Julie Fowler scooped it up off the counter and answered it, not stopping for a moment as she got the coffee machine going.
"Hello?"
"Don't you ever answer professionally? I could've been the next big thing for you."
Julie laughed as she waited for the coffee cup to be filled.
"In the middle of Arkansas, I very much doubt it."
"Charming."
Julie grinned. It had been a long day and her smile had been getting a little strained after being run off her feet all day. But a phone call from her baby brother always guaranteed to bring the smile back.
She finished preparing the coffee and brought it to the counter. The owner of the beauty salon across the street passed across a ten-dollar note and Julie processed the money one-handed into the till, handing back the change. Then the middle-aged woman blew a kiss at the phone, mouthing 'for Charlie' before walking to a table by the window.
"Megan says hello, by the way." Julie chuckled.
"She is still blowing kisses?"
"Always."
"Hasn't anyone told her I'm young enough to be her son?"
"She likes to be in denial about her age." Julie saw that everything in the cafe had settled down and moved to the staff door at the back, going into the small kitchen that was looking in need of a clean. She leant against the stove. "Haven't you heard of a cougar?"
"Yes but not with that big an age gap."
Julie laughed.
"How are you doing?"
"Good. I did well in that test I was so worried about."
"Brilliant. So everything seems to have settled down?"
"Pretty much." Her brother hesitated. Julie knew the signs. He had something big he wanted to tell her.
"What? Come on, Charlie, what is it?"
Charlie sighed.
"I met a girl, Jules. Her name's Sharon. She's in her second year doing adult nursing. We've gone out for coffee a few times with friends and...I've asked her on a date to the cinema."
Julie's heart warmed. At eighteen, Charlie was too cynical for his age. She knew that was the result of losing his parents at such a young age. It made Charlie a little prickly for people so it felt good to hear that Charlie had had a breakaway from his former self to ask a girl out.
"Aww, bless, my little brother's all grown up."
"Not funny, Julie."
"I'm serious. That's great, Charlie. It's time you had a social life. I swear you've done nothing but study since you went there."
"Well, she manages to put up with me in a group so that's a plus." Charlie said sardonically.
"Don't be daft." Julie shot back affectionately. "Anyone who dates you is a lucky girl."
"You would say that. You're my sister."
Julie grinned.
"I have to have some illusions, don't I?"
Charlie laughed. He didn't laugh very often so it was good to hear it. Julie wished he wasn't in another country right now; she wanted to hug him and talk to him in person. Eight months at Oxford University in England and she was missing him like mad.
But Charlie had wanted to go to England to study and Julie had managed to put the tuition fees and the money for the plane ticket together.
At least with English universities, you paid annually for the student fees instead of every term and it was a lot cheaper per year than it was per semester in the US. Of course, Julie had been happy to pay; her business was doing great and she could easily afford it.
It just meant sacrificing not seeing her little brother every day. Their Skype sessions and regular phone calls would have to do.
"Speaking of dates, are you ever going to go on a date of your own and not focus on that cafe?"
Julie sighed. This was a conversation they had had many times in the last few months after Julie had collapsed in the middle of the day. The doctor had told her that she was overly stressed and she had pushed herself to the edge and need to ease back. Julie had then hired two waitresses so they could rotate who was on what day and that was it.
The cafe was her livelihood. She couldn't afford to stop.
"If I don't focus on my livelihood, how can I pay for you to study?"
"I'm more concerned about your health. I don't want a replay of what happened at New Year’s Eve."
"I have no intention of dating anyone, Charlie." Julie glanced through the window in the door to the cafe. Seeing no one needed her, she relaxed. "There isn't anyone of any interest around here, anyway. And the ones who are interesting are married."
"I thought Richard was interested in you."
"Briefly." Julie smiled fondly as she thought about her friend. "Then I steered him towards Virginia and he forgot about me."
She could almost see Charlie shaking his head.
"You should have someone for yourself. All you think about is that cafe and me."
"And those things are the most important things in my life right now." Julie pointed out. "I'm not going to change that."
"You will need someone to lean on soon and I won't be there."
Julie felt a lump in her throat at that. She knew she couldn't hold onto Charlie forever; the lad needed a
life of his own, be it in Arkansas or Oxford.
But after looking after him since he was three years old, she felt like she wouldn't be able to deal with him flying the nest for good when the time came.
She swallowed the lump away.
"I'll be fine."
Charlie sighed. She knew he was giving up on his argument for now.
"I'd better go. Got to get ready for my date. You’re going to be working late again?"
"Sadly. It's the night I sort the books."
"Just don't work too hard."
Julie laughed.
"I love you, too, Charlie."
After a few more affectionate insults thrown back and forth, Julie hung up. Then she adjusted her coffee-stained t-shirt and checked that her short red hair wasn't falling out of the hair clips she had put in.
Megan was also a hairdresser and had suggested Julie try a new style - longer at the front, shorter at the back. Julie liked it since it made her green eyes pop but it did mean putting clips in so her hair stayed out of her face.
She pushed through into the cafe to hear a familiar voice.
"There you are, Julie. I thought you'd fallen into a black hole." A woman in her mid-twenties with long blonde hair down to her waist and dressed in a charcoal black skirt and tight white blouse hopped onto a stool at the counter, hooking one of her five-inch stilettos into the rung. "I need your strongest coffee."
"Nice to see you, too, Laura." Julie prepared an espresso and put it in front of Laura Hancock. "What's the matter? You look rather harried."
"Problems at work." Laura's boyfriend Ian Galatia sat on the stool beside his girlfriend and handed across a ten-dollar bill. "Can I have a latte, please, Jules?"
"No problem." Julie began to fix Ian's coffee. "What's happened to have you so worked up?"
"You know the old man Lawrence died two weeks ago?" Ian asked, rubbing his hand over his brown hair, which had been shortened to a simple buzz cut.
"Yeah. Heart attack at his desk."
Jonathan Lawrence had been the owner of the ranch just outside of Little Rock, which he had made into a profitable business and had his own administration team as well as labourers.
He had been a kind man who seemed to be in the best bill of health Julie had ever seen. He had always been coming in for his usual coffee and one of Julie's homemade Danish pastries. Julie had been sad when she heard of his death and knew she would miss his visits into her place dearly.
"His son took over last week and he moved his things into the apartment today." Ian glanced at Laura, who had downed her Espresso. "He also made his first appearance in the office."
Julie glanced at Laura, who was making a face at downing her coffee.
"I take it he didn't go down well with you."
"That's an understatement." Her friend growled. She began to gesture with her hands as she spoke. "He's rude, abrasive and doesn't give a damn about anyone. He just wants as much money as possible to go into his pocket and not into the ranch."
Julie handed Ian his coffee.
"Since he owns the ranch, isn't he allowed to decide what happens to the money?" She asked.
"He probably uses it to go to strip clubs and pay for whores." Laura muttered.
"Laura..." Ian warned, laying a hand on her knee. Julie watched her friend warily, knowing that her behaviour was the norm; volatile and slightly over-dramatized.
"You don't know that." She said quietly.
"Maybe not but nobody likes him. His dad was a good sort and was always fair to us. But the son..." Laura shook her head. "He's a mean bastard. I'd kill him but I need this job."
"You've only known him a day and you're already talking about killing him?"
"That's more than enough to form an opinion."
Ian sighed.
"I've been trying to talk sense into her since I picked her up." He told Julie.
"What sense?" Laura snapped. "At least I've got the sense to know the man is bad news."
Julie and Ian exchanged glances. They both knew that Laura liked to blow things out of proportion on occasion. Her opinions usually had to be taken with a pinch of salt.
She had calmed somewhat since she started dating Ian at Christmas and her flirtatious ways had toned down but she still had a flare of temper. Even Ian, the most mild-mannered man Julie had ever met, couldn't control that.
"I think you need to go home, Laura." Julie told her friend.
Laura stared at her.
"You're not going to listen to me and moan with me?" She demanded. "We used to do that all the time."
"As teenagers, yes. But we're grown-ups now. We need to be more responsible." Julie reminded her. "No more plotting what evil things we're going to do on the guy to make us feel better."
Laura slumped and gave her a sulky look. Julie had to fight back her laughter; she looked like a child who had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
"You're no fun anymore."
Julie rolled her eyes and looked at Ian.
"Take her home, Ian."
Ian nodded and quickly drank his coffee. Then he slid off the stool and took Laura's arm.
"Come on, babe."
Laura went with him, still muttering under her breath. Then she turned to Julie before they set off towards the door.
"If he comes in here, don't give him what he wants." She warned.
Julie sighed.
"I'll be the judge of that. Now go home and get some sleep before you go yourself a mischief."
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Julie had never felt so relieved to finish work when the last customer finally left after engaging her in conversation for nearly half an hour. While she normally enjoyed talking to her customers, she didn't like it when it stopped her from doing things she needed to do around the cafe.
But she wasn't an impolite person by nature so she allowed the dear old lady who came in every day to talk about her grandson, who had just graduated from Harvard and was going for the bar exam.
The place now quiet, she was tidying up the cups and saucers under the counter and checking the condiments when she heard the bell tingling. Someone was coming in.
Sighing and preparing to serve another customer when she needed to get on with clearing up for the night, Julie pushed herself to her feet, biting back a wince as her knees screamed at her.
"Yes, what can I get you?"
Her smile froze as her eyes alighted on the man who stood by the counter, looking around him with a critical eye. He nodded in vague approval before he turned his gaze on her. Their eyes locked and Julie felt something slam into her stomach.
Damn, he was gorgeous. Six-one if she had to guess, short dark hair and chocolate brown eyes with a hint of swirling gold. He had a firm jaw, a straight nose and a soft-looking mouth.
Broad shoulders and a wide chest were defined by a white shirt and a tan-coloured knee-length coat, and his strong-looking legs were encased in brand new black jeans. White sneakers that looked like they had never come out of the box finished the ensemble.
Julie had never seen him before. She would certainly have seen someone as handsome as this man walking around Little Rock. She swallowed and managed to finish her smile.
"Good evening, sir. Would you like a coffee?"
"That's very kind of you." The newcomer took a seat on one of the stools. "Black, no sugar."
"No problem."
Julie turned the coffee machine back on and fixed up a simple black coffee. She placed it in front of the stranger, who was looking around at the tables with the chairs stacked up on them.
"Did I come after closing? The door was open."
"Technically, I'm still open but only for another five minutes." Julie wiped down the coffee machine. "You just caught me."
"Lucky for me."
The stranger took out a wallet, which looked like it cost thousands, and took out a hundred-dollar bill. He held it out to her.
"Keep the change."
Julie stared at the bill. Had he really told h
er to keep ninety-seven dollars in change? She shook herself out of her trance and took the bill, aware that the stranger deliberately brushed his fingers against hers.
The electricity shot up her arm and Julie had to bite her lip to stifle the gasp of surprise. Aware that her nipples were hardening under her t-shirt and would be visible, she stepped back and adjusted her apron over her chest.
"We don't get many people flashing these around." She put the bill away in the till.
"Maybe they can't afford it."
"And you can?"
"I certainly can." He flashed a white smile, a smile that went up to his eyes, and he held out a hand. "Ryan Lawrence."
"Julie Fowler." Julie shook his hand firmly but quickly before dropping it. "Lawrence. Are you related to Jonathan Lawrence?"
"My dad."
Then it clicked for Julie. So this was Laura's new boss. The rude, arrogant ball-buster. But Julie couldn't understand why her friend had such a hatred for this man.
Lawrence was gorgeous - Julie may have sworn off sex to focus on her career but she wasn't blind - and even though she was taken Laura never passed up an opportunity to flirt with fresh meat.
Maybe that was the reason. She had tried it on with Lawrence and he had turned her down, one of the few good-looking men who had done the unthinkable. That could be the only reason Laura was in a bad mood about him.
"Jon was nearly seventy." Julie raised an eyebrow as she looked over him, trying not to openly stare. "You don't look like you've reached thirty."
"I've just turned twenty-eight. Took fifteen years of trying before Mom finally got pregnant." Lawrence's mouth twitched sadly. "Only for her to die shortly after giving birth to me. Not exactly a cosy family story."
"I'm sorry."
Lawrence shrugged. He looked so forlorn that Julie wanted to go round the counter and hug him. Hell, she wanted to touch him.
She mentally shook herself. It had to be the lack of sex that was going to her brain. She had been unknowingly starving herself with regards to sex that she was going crazy wanting to touch the first good-looking guy who gave her sad eyes.
Charlie was right, in a sense. She needed to get laid.
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