In Debt to the King: Paranormal Shape Shifter Alpha Male Cage Fighter Werelion Romance

by Mina Carter

  Oh, my… She shivered as a wave of arousal rolled up from the tips of her toes all the way to her scalp, not missing all the bits in between. Her clit ached, her pussy clenched in need and liquid heat slipped from her to dampen her panties. His nostrils flared and the fire in her cheeks rose to the same intensity as the sun. Fuck, he was a cat, he could smell everything about her.

  “Seems kitten has needs,” he murmured, kissing along the extended line of her throat. Unable to move, she was held captive by his hand in her hair while the other explored the curve of her waist. It slid upward. Cupped her. With a soft sound of pleasure in the back of her throat, she arched into his touch.

  “That’s it,” he rumbled against her throat, tilting her head to the side to nip her ear. She shivered in his hold. “So responsive. So delicate.”

  His thumb rubbed over her nipple, hardened under her dress, and moved downward. “I wonder if you’re as responsive other places…”

  Head still pulled back, she sucked a hard breath in, all her attention on his hand’s progress south. Flattening his palm on her quivering stomach, he pushed to put a little space between them. Her body ached, every cell attuned to him as he cupped her mound, shoving hard fingers between her legs. Even through her dress, she could feel the heat of his touch, her clit throbbing.

  “This. Is mine. Isn’t that right, kitten?” he growled, his voice thick with his cat. “All mine to fuck how I want.”

  “Yes, sir.” She barely got the words out as he pressed, the relentless pressure against her almost making her come on the spot. Shit, had any man ever brought her so close to the edge so quickly with barely a touch?

  “What was that?” He pulled his hand away and she whimpered.

  “It’s yours…” Her voice was so soft she could barely hear it herself, but he heard. She knew he did. “To fuck as you want.”

  “Good.”

  He pulled her dress up, sliding that big hand beneath the fabric. She whimpered in need as blunt fingertips brushed the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. A tease. The touch wasn’t hard enough or anywhere near where she needed it. But she daren’t move. Every time she did, he paused, drawing little circles with his fingertips on the insides of her thigh. When she stopped moving, he carried on again until he reached the lace edge of her panties.

  “Hot.” His fingertips traced over the lace and damp satin. “And naughty little kitten is already wet, isn’t she?”

  She tried to nod but stopped at the pressure of his hold. Her neck was beginning to hurt, but she wouldn’t have moved if a herd of wild horses had stampeded through the office. Not with where his hand was.

  “Yes, sir.”

  It seemed to be the right answer because he rumbled in approval and shoved her panties to the side. Thick, blunt-tipped fingers swept through her cream, sliding against the slick flesh until he found her clit. He circled and rubbed, driving her arousal higher and higher until the room was filled with her pants of need and desire.

  “What do you need, kitten?” he asked, sliding his grip down to the back of her neck. She sighed in relief and tilted her head back to its normal position, only to be captured by his gaze. “Do you want this?”

  He pulled her forward, claiming her lips. Not hard, not erotic, just learning the shape of her mouth. But as he did, he found the entrance to her body, teased it, circled it and dipped the tip of his finger just inside. She squirmed, parting her lips to try and entice him in at the same time she bore down on his hand. Just a little more something…a bit more sensation, that was all she needed, and she’d be there.

  “Oh no, you don’t.” Abruptly, he pulled back, leaving her high and dry, tottering on her heels as her body cried out for release.

  “Wh…” She blinked and snapped her jaw shut as he turned, lifting her with ease to put her down on the desk where he’d been sitting a moment before. His face hard, he shoved her dress up over her hips, parted her thighs, and before she realized what he was about, tore her panties right off her.

  “Hey! Those were my favorites!” she complained, not moving as he hooked the office chair with his foot, dragging it closer to drop down into.

  “I’ll buy you some more.” Hard hands on the insides of her thighs parted her further and she flushed deeply. She was naked from the waist down, only her holdup stockings and heels on her lower half. With him sitting in front of her, he had a front row seat, her pussy open and exposed for his perusal.

  “Perfect,” he muttered and leaned forward.

  He ate her pussy with the same intensity that he’d kissed her mouth. One long lick swept her from slit to clit, then he closed his mouth around her and sucked. A soft keening rose from her throat to fill the room as a hot wash of pleasure flooded her body. He didn’t let up, nipping and licking, then sucking until she thought she’d go insane.

  “That’s it, kitten,” he urged, a breath away from her throbbing and sensually abused clit. “Come for me. Come all over my tongue and I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll feel me for weeks.”

  She bit her lip, determined not to be that easy, but as soon as his tongue touched her clit again she shattered. Hard shards of pleasure cascaded through her, stealing her breath and taking control of her body. Strung out, she clutched the sides of the desk, bearing down on him to ride his face. More sensation, until it was too much. Her clit throbbed, pussy clenching as he growled and shoved his tongue deep, fucking her with it to collect every drop of her release.

  A cry in the back of her throat, she tried to pull away but he growled, standing and turning her over in a casual display of strength that took her breath away. A foot kicked her legs further apart, leaving her spread over the desk, her ass in the air. The sound of a buckle and a zipper sliding down came from behind her and she caught her breath.

  Heat and need filled her again, impossible given how hard she’d just come, but there. Hands flat on the desk in front of her, she arched her back and rocked her hips in invitation.

  “Oh yes, just like that,” he breathed, moving into position behind her.

  She caught her breath as the thick, broad head of his cock pressed against the entrance to her pussy. Her eyes widened. Fucking hell, he was huge…far bigger than she’d expected.

  “Shhh, you can take it.” His words were accompanied by continuous pressure. Holding her breath, she tried to relax and felt her body give, the soft tissues of her cunt wrapping around him as he pressed further in. He didn’t give her any let-up, no backward motion of his hips to ease himself into her. Just pushed and pushed until he’d buried the thick length of his cock deep in her needy body.

  “FUCK!” The barked snarl behind her was filled with heat. His cock pulsed in her tightly stretched pussy, the fit so snug she could feel the beat of his heart through the large veins on the underside.

  Then he started to move and her eyes crossed. The friction as he pulled back was exquisite, but nothing compared to the sensation as he thrust back in again. Harder and faster than his initial penetration. She’d come, so her juices slickened his shaft and made the ride easier each time he pumped into her until he’d set up a hard and fast motion.

  Feminine moans were joined by masculine groans in the air of the room, both punctuated by the rhythmic slam of the desk into the wall. He fucked her hard and fast, bent over with her ass in the air.

  And she loved every second of it.

  “You feel so good, kitten.” He leaned over then nipped her ear. “So tight and wet.”

  As he spoke, he snaked a hand around her hips and between her legs. His clever fingers found her clit, but this time there was no exploration. He found it and rubbed over the tiny bundle of nerves at the same pace he fucked her. “Are you going to be a good girl and come all over my cock?”

  She opened her mouth, feeling the rise of tension in her core. Her pussy clenched around him, absolute need rising up to overwhelm her. It wasn’t possible, she couldn’t…not this soon.

  But she was. The hard slam of his cock in her cunt and his fing
ers on her clit conspired and swept her over the edge before she could argue. She screamed his name, body shivering as it came apart and came hard over him.

  He growled, voice dark with heat and need, and pounded into her as she clamped around him. Each thrust was harder than the last, but not smooth. They were erratic and primal until, finally, he shoved into her one last time and stiffened. He roared, his cock jerking and pulsing within her as he bathed her inner walls with spurt after spurt of his hot seed.

  They stayed locked together for long minutes, the sound of their ragged breathing loud in the silence of the room before he leaned forward and placed a kiss on the back of her neck.

  “Excellent, kitten. Keep it up like that and you’ll soon have repaid me.”

  She nodded, resting her head against the cool wood of the desk.

  The trouble was, now that she’d had Logan Reese, she didn’t want to ever repay that debt.

  The End…for now

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