He licked and sucked with greedy relish, thrilled by her gasps and cries. His tongue stabbed into her core while his top lip caressed her clit. She wiggled and twisted, lost in the building sensations.
Cream flowed from her core, soaking her folds. The more freely she surrendered, the more aggressive he became. He wanted to devour her, drive her to endless peaks of pleasure as he feasted on her silky cream. He shifted his mouth, focusing on her clit as he coated his fingers with her essence.
Sensing his darkening mood, she stilled. He carefully positioned his hand, two fingers at her opening. Then he flicked his tongue across her clit as he pushed his fingers inside her.
“Please, may I --”
Yes.
She came in deep spasms, arching into his mouth. Her inner muscles squeezed his fingers and her clit twitched against his tongue. He prolonged the spasms with the firm swirl of his tongue around and across her throbbing nub.
While she floated in the sensual aftermath, he draped her legs over his arms and thrust his hard length into her core. Her hips canted so he could drive deeper. She raised her arms above her head and clasped her hands together as he began to move between her thighs.
Closing his eyes for a moment, he focused on the snug grip of her hot passage. Sensations swirled around him and flowed through him, gradually coalescing in his abdomen. All he had to do was release his stranglehold on his self-control and he’d go off like a volcano. But this was too important to be compromised by one selfish moment.
He pushed his full length into her and shifted her legs to his hips. Arching over her, he covered her mouth with his. Taste your pleasure on my tongue and feel me deep inside you.
I love this feeling. I think I could come just squeezing myself around you.
We’ll find out, but not tonight.
Her lips parted and her tongue curled around his, the kiss taking on a life of its own.
Rocking back onto his knees, he made room between their bodies. He continued to kiss her, but his hands caressed her breasts and squeezed her nipples. Her inner muscles fluttered each time he tightened his fingers, but he stubbornly refused to move.
Why did you stop? Her mental voice sounded breathless and urgent.
I’m not coming until you’re on your knees, and I’m flirting with disaster at the moment.
Then pull out until you regain control.
Not until you come again.
His fingers found her clit and helped her obey. She tore her mouth away at the last moment and cried out. Her inner walls rippled and she shuddered violently as the pleasure swept over her.
“Now comes the hard part,” she reminded him. “You have to pull out so I can turn over.”
Chapter Eight
Sasha’s nails dug into her palms as Grant slowly separated their bodies. She felt hollow and incomplete without his fullness inside her. But this was only a pause, a momentary intermission. The best was yet to come. He would claim her, overwhelm what little remained of her uncertainty and fulfil her darkest fantasy.
Turning over onto her stomach, she folded her legs beneath her and rested her forearms against the bed. She missed seeing his face when they were like this, but it felt more natural, more fulfilling.
He caressed her back and hips, soothing and relaxing her. His fingers brushed against her folds and his throaty groan made her smile.
“I could spend all night just touching you. You’re so damn soft.”
“I’ll let you sometime, but not tonight.”
His hands settled on her hips, steadying her and keeping her from wiggling away. Then his tongue traced a tingling path from her clit to her opening. She clutched the bedding, loving the evocative slide of his tongue, yet needing so much more.
He repeated the trek over and over, teasing her clit then drawing the sensations to her empty passage. She wiggled helplessly and his fingers dug into her flesh.
Be still. Concentrate on the sensations. Let yourself feel.
She closed her eyes, imagining what he looked like bent over her, boldly preparing his mate for the next intimacy. He was her mate, the male with whom she would spend the rest of her life. The thought was thrilling, yet intimidating. Could this sort of intensity really last that long?
His mouth left her and she moaned.
“From this point on you may come as often as you like. I don’t want either of us to hold back on any level.”
His words warmed her and helped her relax as he positioned himself to claim her. His hands grasped her hips, holding her steady as he drove inward. She pushed back against him, taking him as deep as possible.
Holding perfectly still with his entire length buried inside her, Grant stubbornly drove her toward another orgasm. He caressed her breasts and plucked on her nipples, his fingers in continual motions against her clit.
Sasha buried her face against the mattress and screamed in frustration. She needed him to move, wanted him thrusting deep inside her. But he controlled her pleasure. She needed to surrender to her mate.
Forcing aside the urge to buck and wiggle, she concentrated on his hands. Each caress was gentle, each stimulation careful, revealing his tenderness. He loved her, needed her to find pleasure in this surrender, not just be willing to submit.
Sensations collected beneath his swirling fingertips. She absorbed the pleasure, drawing it deeper into her body. Tingling heat passed along her core, gathering speed and intensity. She offered herself to the pleasure, open and ready as the wave crested, bathing her in euphoric light.
He grasped her elbows, drawing her arms back and pulling her upper body off the bed. Her hands weren’t bound, but he controlled her movements completely. He pulled back, not quite out as he whispered, “You are mine and mine alone.” Then he thrust forward hard, illustrating his claim.
She gasped then groaned as her core stretched around him. “I’m yours,” she agreed. “And you are mine, forever and always.”
He responded with actions rather than words, filling her again and again. His long, steady strokes kept pleasure ricocheting through her entire body. He held her at the prefect angle to maximize the slide and impact between his body and hers.
She came suddenly, the spasms sharp and fast. He growled and his pace sped, each drive going deeper than before. Unable to touch him with her hands, she reached for him with her mind, needing to feel his frenzy, letting it burn away the lingering remnants of her humanity.
He swept into her mind as he thrust into her body, hard, intense, and unrelenting. She reveled in his savagery. They were morphs, wild and free, ready for whatever life brought them.
She cried out and tossed her head, overcome by the emotional tempest. Pleasure burst beyond orgasm and her sluggish mind registered the significance. It was happening again. She was morphing into her tiger self.
He shifted with her this time and pleasure followed her through the change. His massive body pinned her to the bed as he thrust in sharp succession, then spilled his seed. He let out a triumphant roar, then withdrew from her trembling body and leaped to the floor.
Is this going to happen every time we make love?
The affection in his light blue gaze reassured her. It might until you learn to control it, but that seemed much smoother. How do you feel?
There was no cramping muscles, no burning joints, just the undeniable urge to run. I feel amazing, but restless as hell.
Then I say we run.
She pushed up from the rumpled blankets and carefully climbed off the bed. Her legs didn’t even wobble. She was steady and strong. Her vision blurred a bit as she turned her head.
You’ll get used to cat senses. We perceive things differently in tiger form than we do when we are in human form.
What about my gear?
You won’t need it where we’re going.
Before she could argue the point, he ran across the outer room and leaped through the large front window.
She took a deep breath and ran after him, easily clearing the window
and landing in the yard.
Nicely done, but let’s move. A second white tiger will draw too much attention. We need to disappear.
I’m ready. She sent conviction along with the thought. Their future might be uncertain right now, but they could overcome anything together.
Without a backward glance, she followed her mate into the forest.
Available May 19
As a Pride leader, Maddox knows unification is the only chance the cat-shifters have of surviving the harsh conditions at Alpha Colony. His reputation for ruthlessness is well known, so the other pride leaders quickly fall in line.
Convinced any form of cooperation is unacceptable, Dyauna and her followers are determined to defy their human captors at every turn. Still, the rest of the rebels will accept unification if Maddox can recruit Dyauna.
Their relationship has always been tempestuous, but he knows how to make her purr. Her radical ideals once drove them apart, and he can’t let it happen again. He’ll take her captive for a few days and focus entirely on her pleasure. Then she’ll be forced to admit they are meant to be together, just like the cat-shifter clans.
About the Author
Anything-but-Ordinary is Cyndi's creed and her writing reflects her dedication to the concept. She writes in a variety of genres, but seems happiest in outer space. Her books frequently appear on Best Seller lists, and Taken by Storm was named Best Fantasy/Science Fiction Romance of the year by Romance Reviews Today.
She lives in Colorado with her high school sweetheart turned husband of many years. With a pampered cat curled on the corner of her desk, she dreams of fascinating words and larger than life adventures -- and wouldn't have it any other way!
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Other Titles by
Cyndi Friberg
Beyond Ontariese:
Taken by Storm
Operation Hydra
City of Tears
Mystic Flame
Fire Pearl
Consort
Shadow Assassins:
Royal Obsession
Mystic Militia
Alpha Hunter
Fallen Star
Unique Ink
Rebel Heat
Battle Born:
Crusader
Forsaken
Zealot
Defender
Harbinger
Rebel Angels:
Rage and Redemption
Echoes and Embers
Splendor and Darkness
Non-series:
Tears of the Dragon
Tainted Hearts
Untamed Hunger (Alpha Colony Book 1) Page 9