by Kyle, Celia
“God, you feel good, Alex…”
Slam, slam, slam. He continued his heavenly assaults, harder and harder, causing her foot to leave the ground for the briefest of moments.
Alex released her hands and grabbed her other leg, shifting his body to place both of them around his hips, then held her steady before turning his attention back to plowing in and out of her creaming pussy.
Harder and harder and faster and faster he pumped his hips, dragging moan after moan from deep within her, making her feel good from head-to-toe. Her lioness purred as Maya cried out in ecstasy, wondering how long she could go before she would shatter into a million pieces.
Alex fucked her soaking flesh, the skin of their sweat-riddled bodies meeting in loud, thunderous slaps, the wet, lewd sounds of their lovemaking warring with their harsh, ragged breaths.
She clutched at Alex’s shoulders, claws shredding his shirt, sinking through the cotton and his skin with a skilled ease.
Sex between shifters was dirty, bloody, and oh-so-glorious.
Snarling, her mate fucked her faster still, pummeling her body with his demanding thrusts, plunging in and out of her pussy with reckless abandonment.
Fierce and hot arousal quickly overtook her, the lioness reveling in the erotic attentions of her mate, purring loudly and growling in utter pleasure. Maya’s need continued to grow with each labored breath, with her blissful climax inching closer with each beat of her thudding heart. And she welcomed it with open arms, wanting more than anything for her orgasm to arrive…to envelop her in pure, unadulterated pleasure. She flexed her hips, worked to meet his constant, measured thrusts.
The head of his huge cock stroked her G-spot, over and over again, the rubbing of her bundle of nerves adding waves of sheer joy throughout her already pleasure-filled body. Each and every inch of his shaft touching her slick heat further added to her impending release. She angled her hips so his dick brushed her clit, and the swollen bit of flesh sang with desire.
Her release…it was right there. She could almost touch it…
She slid her hands to his neck, her clawed fingers sinking into his flesh once again, and those golden eyes of his darkened to near black. She knew from experience that he was lost in pleasure, and she imagined her expression mirrored his.
“Alex…” She called his name, a guttural sound that was more growl and demand than anything else.
She tugged on him and brought him closer, urged his head down as she tilted her head to the side. She badly wanted to be reclaimed by her mate, needed just as badly to do the same to him.
Maya’s pussy clenched around him, desperately milking his cock as she sought her gathering orgasm. Her legs ached and throbbed from the tight grip of his sharp claws, the scent of blood mingling with the smell of their sex, but all it did was shove her closer to the edge.
“Sweet mate.” His growly voice matched hers, the sight of his fully extended fangs serving to drive her need, to further ignite her attraction to this alpha lion of hers.
Both halves of her, human and she-cat, reveled in knowing what they could do to their mate, just how much and how easily they could make him lose self-control.
The slap, slap, slap of their sweaty bodies echoed loudly in the room as he continued to piston in and out of her well-worked pussy, fucking her hard and fast with inhuman speed. So utterly delectable and divine…he was driving her to the brink of insanity from all of the ecstasy afforded by his wonderful lovemaking. Maya succumbed to the pleasure, and let it engulf her in its warmth, all as her well-loved heat began to convulse around him.
She needed to come. It was quickly becoming an absolute necessity. The agony of her impending bliss had grown so big that she thought she was going to break the fuck apart…into countless, irreparable pieces. Blinding flashes danced before her eyes, precursors to her looming climax, sparkling lights that were sure to accompany her beautiful release.
She fed off of his passion, the fervid, desperate pace of his thrusts as he sought his own completion.
“I’m close…” Maya wasn’t sure he heard, but then, she thought she saw a flicker of passion flash from his eyes as he bared his fangs, and growled at her as he licked her lips.
It wouldn’t be much longer, nor would it take much more. No, just a simple nudge over the edge would gift her the pleasure she worked so hard for.
She just…needed a little bit more…
Her pussy clamped down on him, squeezing hard on his thick shaft as he sent her closer and closer to the brink. Another thrust, then another, he gave her what she needed. And her mate always ensured she came before he did.
Always. What a thoughtful lover.
Mouth open wide, breathing heavy, Alex jerked his head forward and struck, before she knew what he intended to do. In a blink, he sunk his sharp teeth into the skin at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, fangs sliding through her flesh like nothing as if it were melted butter. His bite, and the fierce pleasure-pain that immediately followed it, were just enough to send her flying over the threshold.
Maya’s body jerked and spasmed, a roar on her lips as she came apart in Alex’s arms. Her mate continued the fierce pace of his fucking as she came, seemingly hell-bent on drawing out her ecstasy. She screamed loud and long as pure, unadulterated bliss flowed through her fiery veins, both she and the lioness basking in the molten fire that burned inside her body.
Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, submerging her until she was floating inside a pool of absolute joy. And through it all, his thrusts went uninterrupted as she continued to milk his wonderful cock, pussy walls working to draw out her man’s release.
Just as one orgasm ended another one rose, another fiery burst of ecstasy setting her nerves ablaze. “Alex!”
His teeth sunk deeper, the furious motion of his hips finally faltering, growing uneven and rough as the seconds passed, and she knew his release was quickly approaching. Wanting to claim him and offer back the same amount of pleasure he gave to her, she sunk her teeth into his flesh, rejoicing in the sweet blood that passed over her tongue. With a deafening roar and a handful of final thrusts he sealed his hips against hers, cock twitching and pulsing deep inside her slick channel. He filled her with his seed, pumping load after hot load of his cum into her quivering sheath. Maya shuddered at the feelings of love that flowed through her already trembling body.
Without warning, a wonderful aftershock shook her, suddenly and unexpectedly, surging through her tired frame.
Well, the good news was that he couldn’t get her even more pregnant than she already was, if that made any sense.
Panting, working hard to catch her breath, she sifted her fingers through his hair, and gently stroked his lion back from the ledge. He’d reclaimed what was his, and she’d done the same to him, washing away the stench of the tigress in the process.
Seconds ticked by until her lioness fully retreated, quite content, rather sated actually, and now more than ready to take a nap. Maya lightly brushed her face across the side of Alex’s, inhaling their combined scents as a hum of contentment built in her throat. “Mmmate.”
Slowly, her mate retracted his teeth from her shoulder, and not surprisingly, even that pinch of pain couldn’t drag her from her imaginary pool of sexual bliss. He lapped at her wounds and she continued to pet him, sliding her fingers through his wavy hair, letting the silken strands stroke her as much as she stroked him.
With heavy-lidded eyes, Alex raised his head, the harsh lines of his inner lion now gone from his handsome face, and his eyes returning to its pale gold color once again. “Beautiful mate.”
She smiled. At least, she thought she did. Honestly, she couldn’t feel her face. Or her legs. Or anything, really. A sign that her man did a really good job of loving her.
Alex stepped away from the wall, taking her with him, and walked the two of them toward the bed before turning and flopping onto the soft surface with a grunt.
“Nap time,” he said, yawning.
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bsp; Sprawled atop him, boneless and more than satisfied, she thought she’d go ahead and surprise the shit out of him, uncaring of how bad her timing might be.
She dropped her voice to a bare whisper, her lips grazing his ear as she snuggled closer, trying to get more comfortable. “Alex?”
“Hmm?” Half asleep already, he nuzzled her cheek.
“I’m pregnant.” Rather strange, but the anger she’d felt earlier suddenly disappeared with that announcement. Actually, she was kinda excited at the prospect of being a mom.
His body stiffened, unmoving. She couldn’t even hear him breathe, or feel the rise and fall of his chest beneath her. Then, he finally replied, “You’re lying.”
“Nope.”
“Tell me you’re lying.”
She giggled, smiled against his neck. “Uh-uh. Twins, Alex.”
“You’re—”
This time, she growled, interrupting him. She was really starting to like having an inner lioness. The she-cat had given Maya super powers. And a growly voice to boot. “I’m going to whack you.”
Alex leaned up until he was staring into her gaze with a look she’d never seen before. “Truly? Two cubs?”
Unexpected tears began to burn her eyes and she nodded. Apparently, it seemed that being pregnant made her kinda sniffly, too.
He gripped her upper arms and rolled their bodies so he was now positioned above her. “By the way, Maya…you’re never leaving my sight again. I’ll find something else for the quintet to do. You had me worried silly. And now that you’re pregnant…” Overreact much? Suddenly, Alex roared, and Maya was sure the room would collapse around them.
“You fought the tiger representative knowing you were pregnant?”
She figured that that had been a rhetorical question, and assumed he felt that discretion would’ve been the better part of valor. So, she kept her lips zipped shut.
Maya thought a little redirection was in order. She stroked his rough, whiskered cheek and gazed deep into his angered gaze. Fuck it, she thought. Unzipping her lips, she asked, “Do I get a ring now? If not, I swear they’ll bear Josephs as their last name. Not O’Connell.”
All the color seemed to drain from his face. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Wouldn’t I?” She smirked at her panicking mate.
Fucking with—and getting fucked by—Alex for the next six months was going to be lots of fun. And though her pregnancy had initially caught her completely off-guard, deep inside her heart, Maya was certain that becoming a mother would be the best experience of her entire life. And she wouldn’t change that precious gift…not for the world.
End of You’re Lion
Part II
Ball of Furry
Perfectly plump Carly’s paranormal-wererabbit world goes kablooey on the night of the semiannual Gaian Moon. While all of the furry creatures in Ridgeville decide to knock boots and make babies, the only thing she wants to do is hide from all of the weenie-swinging men, including her would-be mate, Neal. There’s no denying he’s hotter-than-hot, and her bunny wants him more than her next dandelion, but there’s just one teeny-tiny problem. You see, Neal has wandering eyes, and a love for women that’s even bigger than his home state of Texas. But, to her surprise, the lion pounces when she least expects it…and claims her before she has the chance to say “No.”
Furry bastard.
As if her life isn’t crazy enough…it just happens to get that much crazier when someone decides they want her dead.
Question is–can she survive whomever or whatever the hell is hunting her, while trying her damnedest to get over the fact that Neal had a life before he met her?
For both their sakes, she sure as hell hopes so.
Chapter 1
January
OMG Mate!
Mate, mate.
Carly stiffened in Andrew’s arms, her bunny senses going buck wild as she scanned the interior of Honey’s Bar & Grill. The members of her warren and the pride were gathered to casually celebrate her best friend’s mating to the lion Prime. After getting Maya, her BFF since first grade, through her initial shift, Carly was hanging with them all and having a fun time.
And now she’d found her mate.
Whee!
“Carls?” Andrew’s voice was raised so that Carly could hear him over the music. “What’s up?”
“Andrew!” She leaned forward to whisper-yell into his ear. More yell than whisper, and a good dose of squee added in. “I found my mate! He’s here!”
She couldn’t help talking with such excitement. She’d found the male she’d spend the rest of her life with, the man who would father her kits.
Now, she just had to find him.
“Y-y-your mate?” Andrew sputtered.
She pulled back to look at her friend and found his expression…odd. Andrew looked as if he’d been slapped, stomped, spit on, and then someone had kicked his puppy. Well, he didn’t have a puppy, but if he did, it’d been whaled on ‘til the thing was barely breathing.
“Just now?” He tightened his arms and his grip grew tighter as seconds passed, his hold nearing pain while he focused intently on her. “You’re sure?”
“Andrew?”
“Sorry. I thought…” He swallowed hard and released her, sorrow evident in his eyes. “Sorry. Go ahead. Find him.”
Carly furrowed her brow. She’d always known that Andrew felt more for her than the love of a friend, but still, his reaction seemed stronger than she’d anticipated. Maybe finding her male now was perfect timing. Hopefully, as she spent time with her new found mate and less with Andrew, his feelings would fade.
Another hint of the musky scent of raindrops and daffodils wafted across her path and she stepped out of her friend’s arms. She’d spend some time on Andrew’s feelings…later. She needed to find the source of that yumminess. Now.
She wove through the gathering, smiling gently at various members of the warren, and kept an eye on the lions that looked at her like she was dinner. She suppressed a shiver along with the hint of fear that had gathered in her chest. Fear would simply force the cats to chase her and add raw bunny to the menu.
So not a good thing.
Maya had been considered an honorary warren member—hence the bunny attendance—but Carly didn’t need to tempt the carnivores.
A tingle of the male’s smell crossed her path and she followed it farther. Around and through various groupings she traveled, closer to her goal with every step. The scent of her quarry grew as she neared the bar, and she eyed the gathering of bodies.
Several males lined the long piece of polished wood and she looked them all over. She recognized a couple of rabbits—her cousin Beth among some of the guys, teasing and flirting with them all—and tossed their presence aside. She’d known them since she was little, a kit hopping after her brother. No way could any of them be her male. Which left three others as the likely candidates.
Carly approached, stared at the back of each of them as she strolled past. Surreptitiously she sniffed, leaned close, and gathered their scents, trying not to look too stalker-esque.
The first male smelled as if he had bathed in alcohol with undertones of sadness and fiery woodlands coating him. “Yo! Can I get another, blondie?”
The bartender sent a beer sliding down the bar top. “Here ya go, Ricker. On the house.”
The man’s name teased the back of her mind, but she couldn’t place it. Not that it mattered. Her guy was all early morning rain. Her fave.
Two steps brought her to the next and she repeated the process: a sniff, deep breath, and sunshine wafted over her. Nope. Bunny wasn’t having it. She wanted the rainy daffodils, damn it.
Carly knew when to listen. Besides, daffodils were her rabbit crack and she was a lifetime addict.
The third male…she shivered, partly in disgust, partly in excitement.
Damn the process of elimination.
He had black hair and deeply tanned skin. Of course, she’d have been able to see more
of him if it hadn’t been for the thin blonde draped over his back like a blanket.
He turned on his stool to face the woman and wrapped his arms around her waist, smiling as he hugged her close, a way too sexy dimple on display.
The woman before him stuck out her lower lip with a pout. “You love me, don’t you, Neal?”
He leaned close and kissed her, teeth nibbling on the blonde’s lower lip. “Of course, darlin’.” His hands traveled down to squeeze the lady’s ass and nausea gurgled in Carly’s stomach. The scent of the woman—human—hit her the barest moment before Neal’s scent poured over her skin. Male musk, spring rain, and daffodils.
Her mate, her male, sat before her, his hands on another as he proclaimed his love for her. Oh, god, she was going to be sick.
Carly whimpered and swallowed against the vomit traveling along her throat. She’d been so naïve, so bowled over by the stories her parents had shared over the years. She’d always imagined her mate as a male who’d saved his love (if not his baby-making equipment) for her, and only her. She’d never gifted her heart to anyone, and here he was…
She took a step back and her movement drew his attention. Blue eyes focused on her while his nostrils flared and she watched the knowledge of their connection flow through his body. His muscles tensed and he released the woman’s waist, grabbing her wrists and forcing her to let him go.
“Neal?” the blonde whined.
Carly’s hurt overrode the rabbit’s desire to stay put. Her human heart, inexperienced as it was, felt pretty damned battered. Yeah, she was probably acting like a weeping, weak female, but she didn’t care. Without a word to her unclaimed mate, she bolted, no true destination in mind. She just needed to be alone. She wove past the customers, sliding this way and that until she came to a dim hallway. Oh, god, the restrooms. She could hide, gather her courage to face her male. The male who had a human woman in his heart.
Ladies’ restroom door in sight, she increased her speed. Yet, two feet from sanctuary, strong arms encircled her, a warm face buried itself against her neck. “Where you goin’ darlin’?”