Embracing Her Lion: BBW Lion Shifter Paranormal Romance (Carver City Shifters Book 2)

by Lyra Valentine

  She put her hands on the back of his neck and tugged his face closer to her. Her eyes shined with what she hoped was sexy determination that brooked no objection. “I need you.”

  It was part of her new goal of living. She needed Sam to breath. And she ached for him in the deep spots of her body.

  Sam’s eyes sparkled back at her, but he still didn’t make his move. His thumbs stroked slow circles over her robe covered hips. “Do you feel up to this?”

  Jessa growled. Her teeth caught his lip and she pulled until Sam sucked in a breath. When she looked into his eyes, she found amber leaching into the dark color. “Don’t treat me like a doll.”

  “I need this, Sam.”

  His lips brushed her gently. “Then you’ll have it. You’ll have everything you ever need.”

  Then his caution was gone. He sealed his mouth to hers and stroked along the seam of her lips. He invaded her with determination, their tongues sliding and tasting each other.

  Jessa wound her arms around Sam’s neck. She pressed herself closer and relished in the groan it pulled from her mate. Her mate.

  This was what she’d been waiting for, what she needed. His every touch told of more than just primal urges and animalistic desires. She sensed love in him. Each stroke of his tongue, every tightening of muscles as he smoothed her against him, every noise snatched from his throat… It all spoke of love for her.

  His hands slide down her body, barely touching her exposed flesh. Electricity zinged in the space between their skin, and lifted her skin in goose bumps as his hands passed. Down and down, hovering, over her shoulders, the swell of her breasts, over her soft stomach, until he reached the tie of her robe.

  It was time. Time to give herself over to him completely, heart and soul. She wanted him; the perfume of her arousal was already heavy in the air. She wanted to live and be loved. But worry settled in her stomach while his fingers tangled in the knot around her waist. He’d seen her naked and uninjured when they first mated. Would he still want her ruined body?

  Sam rested his forehead against hers as he dropped the belt to the ground. Her robe hung open and suddenly his hands were on her hips and squeezing gently.

  “You’re beautiful,” he whispered.

  “You haven’t even seen all of me.” Tears threatened to roll down her cheeks.

  “I don’t need to. I know you’re beautiful.”

  He kissed away the twin drops that wet her cheeks. In slow, deliberate movements, he brushed the silky robe off her shoulders.

  She was left in nothing but her panties. Her round breasts were exposed for him, and her nipples hardened under his scrutiny. Her waist nipped in before flaring at wide hips. Made for babies, her mother always said. Would Sam want that with her?

  One shoulder was a mass of pink scars. The skin there still stretched painfully if she moved suddenly, but felt better with each passing day. She wanted to cover the ugliness, but she needed more hands than she had. More scars, long raking lines, left a river of pink down one leg.

  She was marked by her experience and would carry the reminder with her for the rest of her life. Her breathing was hot and sticky in her throat as Sam looked over her with gentle eyes.

  He dotted kisses along her collarbone, speaking a word with each peck. “Beautiful… Gorgeous… Perfect… Mine.”

  His tongue touched the mate mark on her unburnt shoulder and a shudder of need ripped through Jessa’s body.

  Sam pulled her closer and wrapped her in his strong arms. She found comfort in him, and rolled his scent around her. He skimmed his hands down her back and grabbed handfuls of her ass to haul her flush to him.

  All gentleness was gone with his next kiss. He slanted his lips over hers and dominated the kiss. His tongue tangled with hers, and Jessa moaned into his mouth. She explored his depths, teased and stroked and learned the flavors of her mate once more.

  Winding her arms back around his neck, Jessa took what control she could. She settled herself more firmly against his body and rocked her hips into the hard length of his cock that tempted her. She was alive. She wasn’t some delicate thing to be treated with kid gloves. She was desperate to feel all of him.

  She squeaked when he broke their kiss to lean down and catch her knees with his arms. He lifted her easily, and a moment later she was falling and bouncing on the mattress. Sam followed, covering her body with his own.

  He gave her a quick peck, then skimmed down her torso. Jessa closed her eyes and reveled in the feel of the cotton of his shirt rasping over her nipples. The slow progress edged her desire higher, and his accompanying kisses slicked her pussy in anticipation.

  She needed him. Her mate. She was desperate and was no longer afraid to admit it.

  “Jessa,” Sam groaned into her breast.

  He captured a nipple between his silky lips and sucked. She arched her back at the sudden zing of pleasure and offered more of her full globes to him. God, it’d been too long without his touch. She thought she’d cum just from the first flick of his tongue on the hardened nub.

  He closed his large palm over her other breast. Kneading and squeezing the forgotten mound, he stoked the fires of her desire.

  Her pussy clenched around nothing, and she groaned. She needed him filling her. Tongue, fingers, cock, anything to rid herself of the deep ache in her core. Pleasure raced a hot line from her nipples to her clit.

  “Sam!”

  Sam chuckled darkly, releasing her nipple with a soft pop. His breath chilled her damp skin, and she squirmed under him at the pleasure.

  Down and down. He kissed and nibbled, bit and licked, until he pushed his way between her thighs. She butterflied her knees open to make more room for him, but he continued past her hot, wet center.

  He kissed her scars, starting at the lines on her calf. Kisses were followed by slow, tasting licks. First one, then another, until he traced the longest line to her knee.

  The deeper wounds on her thigh left thick, pink lines that bulged with new tissue. Those, too, he treated with love. His little moans increased as he neared the crux of her legs, but he held himself back. He would love her, scars and all, and he showed her with his mouth.

  Until finally, achingly finally, he reached the juncture of her legs. He rubbed his nose against her cleft and groaned.

  “You smell so good, my mate.”

  He flicked his tongue out and tasted the cloth that still covered her pussy.

  “I can see you getting wetter for me.”

  If that didn’t send another rush of liquid heat through her, she didn’t know what would.

  His fingers hooked into the waist of her panties and rolled the thin strip of cloth off her body. She lifted her hips to help him undress her until she was totally naked for his enjoyment.

  That sent a thrill through her. His enjoyment. Oh, she’d be along for the ride and get her rocks off, too. But to be made for him, for him to thoroughly enjoy her body, that made her even hotter. She was his, and she wanted to be consumed by him.

  Just after he got done eating her.

  Jessa tucked her face into her shoulder at the first swipe of Sam’s tongue. He explored her, teased her. He tasted her and let the flavors roll over his tongue with great savor.

  He growled, and teasing was done in an instant. Sam pounced on her and took her with his mouth. His fingers splayed her open while his tongue assaulted her with bliss.

  Jessa whimpered and opened her thighs further. The pleasure was overwhelming, but she was drawn back for more. More, more, more, she chanted. She needed him to possess her fully.

  Sam sucked on her swollen clit and danced his tongue over the bud in sweet torture.

  Pleasure slinked through her veins. She tossed her head back and forth as her body wracked with shudders. Licks of flames and cool breaths rolled over her in turn, until she didn’t know where pleasure and torment ended or began.

  “That’s it, Atkins. Cum on my tongue.” Sam purred.

  In slow motion, he pushed a t
hick finger deep inside her, then back out to taste the cream he’d gathered. “So delicious.”

  He pushed back in again, slipping into her needy channel with ease.

  Sam swiped his tongue against her clit again and Jessa swore the room pulsed around her. He added a second finger to his penetration, yanking a moan from her lungs as her body adjusted to the decadent invasion. Then he curled the digits inside her, hitting the jackpot spot and sending her spinning out of control.

  “There!” Jessa cried out. Her back arched off the bed and she dug her fingers into his hair.

  The vibrations from his purr echoed through her body and notched her enjoyment through the roof. Each touch, each lick, and she was settled further into a sea of burning perfection. Heat collected in her core, pumping outward with each beat of her heart and spreading to every nerve in her frame. His twisting, thrusting, tormenting fingers increased in pace and matched the flickering dance of his tongue until Jessa felt the world would shatter.

  She cupped her breasts, kneading and groping as he’d done. Her nipples ached to be touched, and she rolled them between her fingers. Harder and harder she pinched and plucked until her ministrations chimed perfectly with Sam’s ecstasy-laced touches.

  Her body burned for him and pushed away all memory of flames on her skin. She was alight from the inside out, and it all centered from the man between her legs. Her mate.

  She raced toward release, his fingers and tongue urging her closer with each overwhelming motion. Sam growled, and a hint of fang grazed against her throbbing nub. The hint of pain was what she needed to throw her over the precipice and into a molten lake of ecstasy.

  Jessa roared, the chimera chiming in with her. Her pussy clenched around Sam’s fingers and milked him for the last bits of bliss she could get. Her muscles all tightened and coiled her around the pleasure that filled her.

  In tiny increments, Sam slowed his motions. His thrusting fingers came to rest and the laps at her clit were fewer and far between. He eased her back down from her own personal heaven, but kept her bundled in the warmth of it all for as long as possible.

  “Never get tired of that.” His voice rumbled thick like honey.

  With a final sigh, Jessa leaned up on her elbows. His chin glistened with her cream, and he cleaned his fingers with his talented tongue. The sight sent another thrill through Jessa. She reached for him. She wanted him.

  “More.” She growled, eyes shining and cheeks flushed.

  Sam choked back a growl of his own and stood to undress. It wasn’t quick enough for Jessa. She followed him, and her claws came out to help him out of his clothes.

  Naked, his thick cock jutted out from his body. She wrapped her hand around his shaft and pumped.

  Sam made a sound halfway between a purr and a roar, and tangled his arms around Jessa. A quick squeeze of her bare ass, and he lifted her into the air.

  Jessa nearly swooned to feel him pressed against her cleft. She was slick from before and her current need, and couldn’t wait to have him settled inside her.

  He strode the few steps across the room, their bed forgotten. Jessa nipped and tasted his neck, lapping at the mate mark that was now bare for her. He was a delight on her tongue, chocolate and fire, and the sweet tang of musky male. Her teeth grazed against his mark, and a groan rumbled deep from his chest.

  He pressed her back against the wall, the cool of the paint warring with the heat radiating from his body. He held her with ease, balanced her ass on one hand and pressed her against the wall with his body. His other hand fit the thick, velvety head of his cock against her pussy. With one quick stroke, he nestled himself deep inside her.

  “Fuck,” she hissed.

  “Damn right.”

  Inch by slow inch, her body relaxed around his girth. Her skin prickled as he filled her, nearly bordering on pain and then slipping into the realm of pleasure. She shivered as he consumed her from the inside out.

  He lifted her again, and she was pulled off his shaft with a groan. Her pussy tightened her hold around him on his next deep stroke.

  Sam repeated the action, pulling her away from him only to thrust himself back into her awaiting heat. Her pussy clenched along his length, stroking him in response.

  Jessa moaned as his strokes grew faster. Harder. She needed every inch of him inside her, and he felt the same urge to possess her. She nipped at his lower lip to urge him on, laving the small hurt and rolling the flavor of the droplet of blood she caused on her tongue.

  “More,” she growled and nipped at his neck. Closer to the mate mark. Closer to their bond.

  Sam held her steady, and gave her what she demanded. He slammed his hips into her with a grunt at each contact and a groan at each withdrawal. Jessa’s breath came in pants squeezed out of her lungs with each thrust. The noise of their sex mingled with their moans and groans of pleasure.

  Every stroke of his cock and every ripple of her pussy sent Jessa spiraling again. She was shoved forward at a ludicrous speed, Sam punishing her pussy with overwhelming bliss. Her release wrapped around her and smothered her with pleasure. The ache between her legs had grown into a raging inferno of desperation.

  She writhed against him and tried to gain some purchase of control. It was no use, and she reveled in it. Sam was taking her body and she loved it. Loved the feel of him pressing inside her, love the feel of almost bursting with his size, loved the sounds that were torn from their lungs. Her nails dug into his shoulders, claws pricking his skin and bringing the coppery scent of blood to their noses. It only drove them on. Pain and pleasure were what they wanted and what they gave the other.

  Faster. Faster. Faster.

  “Close, Sam.”

  He snarled, and added another surge to his pace. Her pussy tightened around the further penetration. “Cum on my cock.”

  Like a good mate, she obeyed.

  Sam held on to her as she writhed in the pleasure that spread through her body in an erratic rush. Every nook and cranny of her body sparked brightly, then a new blaze of rapture ripped through her. Her toes curled as all her muscles bunched up in response to her carnal desire. Her pussy spasmed and she arched her back, twisting and writhing as her release ate at her control. Then she popped, and spots floated in her eyes while the entire world burned around her.

  Sam’s growl tore through her hazy consciousness and she bent forward. She could feel him still pistoning into her. A scream bubbled out of her lips, and she sank her fangs into his shoulder where she’d already claimed him as her mate.

  Sam roared with the power of his lion. His cock twitched inside her and filled her with his white-hot seed. His roar came to a halt when he sealed his lips to her shoulders and bit.

  Another wave of molten lava ecstasy rolled through her veins. Her twitching and spasming muscles went unnoticed while the pleasure ebbed from their bodies. Slowly they eased down, slowly they found their way back from the edge of carnal heaven. Jessa lapped at the wound she’d caused, and shivered when she felt Sam do the same.

  He eased them down to the ground, his cock still nestled inside her. Jessa panted, and tried to find her breath, but opted to just rest her forehead against his shoulder. Her half lidded eyes closed against the weight of the world, and she just wanted to stay in the pool of Sam’s arms forever.

  “Love you.” She whispered.

  “I know.” He pecked her shoulder with a chaste kiss.

  Jessa jerked up and glared at him. “You’re no Han Solo.”

  Sam shrugged. “We’ve watched it enough. I figure I have some claim on the line now.”

  “You can’t possibly be complaining about watching too much Star Wars.” She nipped at his mark and smiled against the shudder that wracked his body. “Now, what do you say?”

  “Yes, ma’am. I love you too.” His large hands smoothed her hair back and lifted her face to look at him again. His eyes were filled with warmth and a little bit more. “I love you. I’ll always love you. You’re beautiful to me, no matter what. A
nd we’re going to get the bastards that dared to hurt you.”

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