by Kyle, Celia
A final step brought him within a foot of her, his sweet chocolate-y scent surrounding her like a blanket and then she was lost. Waves of emotion traveled between them, growing and compounding until she couldn’t differentiate between the two of them.
Ricker cupped her cheek as he gazed at her, eyes intent on her face while they communicated without words. The claiming was imminent, the cats undeniable in their need to bind them together.
She licked her lips, throat suddenly dry, and the movement caught his attention. He traced her mouth, thumb sliding back and forth. She lapped at his digit, pulled it in and suckled him. He pressed against her then, brought his body flush against hers and she could feel his hard length. He was ready for her, thick and solid, and her pussy clenched, leaked more cream and soaked her panties.
His other hand stroked her arm, fingers petting her heated skin and leaving goose bumps in their wake. He caressed her, arousing her further, until he cupped the fullness of her breast, plucked her aching nipple and the touch was reminiscent of their brief shower.
That thought reminded her of her anger and Ricker was quick to soothe her.
“None of that, Kit. This is just me asking. Will you mate with me? Let me discover this sweet body? I’ll make you so happy, Madison. I swear it.” He slid his thumb in and out of her mouth, mimicking what she craved, and he groaned. “I know we’ll probably fight and butt heads, but you’ll always come first. And I’ll try very, very hard not to be an ass.”
Maddy nipped his thumb and giggled, the remnants of anger dissipating with every breath and beat of her heart. “Take me inside, Ricker. I want you to be mine.”
* * *
Ricker’s dick nearly split his jeans. Her words washed over him, wrapped around his cock and stroked him from root to tip. He throbbed within his pants, the hardness begging to be released, and his tiger roared in approval.
Her sweet, pink tongue laved his thumb, sucked and teased him and he couldn’t wait to have her plump lips wrapped around his cock.
They wanted her, craved her like their next breath and Ricker didn’t want to spare another second.
He abandoned her breast and retraced his path until he snagged her hand and moved toward the door, anxious to sink his teeth into his mate, share a bite and claim her forever.
Ricker didn’t waste time on showing Madison around the cabin. Nope, he kept her moving through the space, past the living room, kitchen and dining room and then down the hall to the bedroom. The place was a nice size, not too small or too big. Perfect for a safe hideaway.
The master bedroom was large with a massive king sized bed that would easily fit them, and he had every intention of using each square inch of the soft surface.
A handful of feet into the space and he tugged on Madison’s hand, brought her in front of him. He looked her over, amazed that God would gift him with such a beautiful woman, a female perfect for him in every way.
Her pretty blue eyes sparkled in the dim light and a soft blush stained her cheeks. He wondered if the pink hue covered her from head to toe.
He couldn’t wait to find out.
A rush of embarrassment stroked him and he realized that Madison had caught a hint of his feelings.
“Kit, don’t you know you’re perfect?”
She licked her lips and he ached to kiss them, but he refrained. If he started kissing now, he’d never get to see her peaches and cream skin, never be able to take his time exploring her from head to toe.
“No one’s ever… I’m not… My hips are…” The red intensified on her face and he rushed to reassure her.
“Madison, I love every curve of your body.” He released her hand and cupped her breasts, held their weight in his palms and stroked her nipples until they hardened against his thumb. “Your breasts are gorgeous. Big enough to fill my hands…my mouth.” He abandoned her chest and moved south. “You waist fits me, fits you. It’s got a sweet little dip and it leads me right to your hips and ass. Damn, Kit, don’t you know that I love your ass? It’s got this lush, heart shape and my hands itch to hold it.” He let his gaze bore into hers and his voice lowered to a growly baritone. The cat needed his mate. Now. “I want to bend you over, Madison. Want to stare at your ass as I take you. Grip your hips while I fuck your sweet pussy and spank you until your cheeks are red and you’re screaming in pleasure.”
A shudder wracked her body, traveling through her in tiny twitches and he savored her soft gasp.
“Do you want that, mate? Do you want me?” He grabbed her ass, kneaded her abundant flesh. His cock was pounding now, near hurting where it pressed against his zipper.
“Yes.” Her voice was a whisper, but he heard it just the same.
Triumphant, he reached for the hem of her shirt, but had his hands brushed away by the she-cat. Desperate need flowed from Madison, the feelings overwhelming his, and he let the lioness take the lead.
Ricker couldn’t decide which he preferred, this eager dominance of the lioness or the gentle compliance of the hotel. Both memories made his dick inexplicably harder.
Madison tugged and yanked on his shirt, pulling the hem from his jeans. He reached back, grabbed a handful of the material and pulled it free of his body. Tiny hands, soft and sure, stroked his shoulders, fingers sliding along his skin. His shaft pulsed and he felt sure he’d stained the cloth with his pre-cum.
He didn’t give a fuck. Not when his mate’s touch traveled to the closure of his jeans and freed the button, lowered the zipper and his cock sprang free of its tight confines.
Then that hand…that perfect, soft, delicate hand…encircled his length, wrapped around his hardness and stroked him. She pumped his cock, squeezing just below the tip and tracing his slit with the pad of her thumb.
Sparks of arousal and desire encircled his balls, an ache he’d never known joining in with the sensations.
Wonder and hunger sank into him. His mate’s desire joined his, and he groaned at the powerful feelings.
“Madison, need you, Kit. So bad.” He watched a smirk form on her lips.
“You’ll just have to wait a little longer, won’t you?” Her gaze strayed back to his face and she winked.
Minx.
Madison abandoned his cock and she hooked her hands along the waist of his jeans, yanking the material down his legs. He kicked his boots free, then the pants, and stood nude before his mate.
Her gaze traveled over him, her look almost like a touch as her attention moved from head to toe, pausing on his cock with each pass.
Ricker palmed his cock, stroked himself as she’d been doing only moments before, and she focused on his movements. Madison’s eyes darkened before his eyes and her pale tongue snaked out to lap at her lips.
“See something you like, Kit?”
His mate growled and yanked his hand from his cock. Before he could blink, she jerked him around her and shoved him onto the bed. His large body bounced against the cushioned surface and he smiled at his ravenous she-cat.
Madison followed him down, kneeled between his spread thighs and opened her mouth. Her heated tongue licked him from balls to tip, flicking over the fluid-topped head and teased his slit. Propped on his elbows, his gaze remained riveted to her actions, watching her while she repeated the caress. She lapped at him, talented muscle tracing the throbbing vein on the underside of his dick, end of her tongue flicking just beneath the head. The action yanked a groan from him and he couldn’t resist the need to touch her.
He rested his weight on one elbow and brought his hand to her head, sifting his fingers through her hair and cupping her skull. “That’s it, Kit. Lick me. Suck me.”
Madison moaned against his aroused flesh, sending jolts of pleasure along his dick, and his balls drew up tight against his body, pulsing with the need to release his cum. His mate rose, positioning her body so that her mouth hovered over the head.
“Suck it, Kit. Suck my cock.”
With a twinkle in her eye, she sheathed him in her mouth, slid her lips
along his dick and swallowed him down.
“Fuck, that’s it. Suck it like a good girl.”
Arousal, searing hot and sharp, tore through him and he recognized the feelings as coming from his mate. Her body was scorching, pussy aching and desperate to be filled. But she wasn’t ready to give up his dick.
Funny, he was in full agreement.
Madison wrapped her hand around his cock, squeezed his shaft and followed the movements of her mouth. She rose and fell along his length, wet mouth sucking him, palm sliding over him, twisting and tightening while she pulled. She moaned and flicked her tongue along his hardness.
Then her other hand came into play. She cupped his balls, gently clutched the sensitive flesh and sent splintering shards of pleasure through him.
Ricker tightened his hold on her hair, fisted the strands and flexed his hips. She groaned and took more of him, her throat swallowing around his invasion and he tenderly fucked her sweet mouth. In and out he slid between her lips, gasping and moaning with every suck and brush of her tongue along his cock.
“Suck it. S’good.”
Pleasure and pride rushed at him through their connection and he pulled the feelings close.
With each pull, he eased closer to release, balls preparing to empty into his mate’s luscious mouth. Tendrils of mutual pleasure coursed through their connection and Ricker embraced the feelings, let the ecstasy of her possession fill him from head to toe.
He wouldn’t come in her mouth. No. But he’d revel in the sensations for as long as he could.
The wet slide of her along his length continued, his hips shifting and pushing in and out of the moist cavern. His groans of pleasure mixed with hers, creating a seductive music that filled the room.
“Madison… Kit…” He gripped her tighter for a brief moment and lifted her mouth from his cock, forced her to release him and her attention settled on him. Beneath his gaze, her tongue snaked out and lapped at the head of his cock, gathered each droplet of pre-cum as it formed. “Kit, need inside you.”
Ricker loosened his hold the slightest bit and Madison took advantage of the momentary give and slid from his grip, slithering off the bed to stand between his knees. Hand empty, he encircled his cock, pumped his dick while his mate stripped.
Fuck, he’d come before he got inside her if she didn’t hurry.
Layer after layer disappeared before his eyes. The top was tossed aside to reveal the lace cups of her bra, the thin material barely concealing her lush breasts. Then her pants disappeared, her ass wiggling as she inched them over her hips and down her thighs.
Ricker’s mouth watered at the sight of her. Covered in scraps of lace, her hidden flesh taunted and teased him. The tiger, anxious for its mate, shoved against his wall of control and the bones in his face cracked and shifted. Prickles traveled along his arms and chest and he knew without looking that the cat’s stripes had formed along his body. A purr built in his chest at the sight of his lioness.
Anxious to sink deep into her heat, he pushed to his hands, leaned forward and reached for Madison. He needed her naked. Now. His gums ached, fangs descending and pricking his lower lip, the cat not willing to wait any longer.
She slapped his hand away. “I don’t think so. You’ve been telling me what to do all this time. I think it’s my turn.”
* * *
Hot desire burned Maddy’s veins. Her mate’s ache flowed over her like a living thing and she rejoiced in the feelings he projected.
He wanted her. Ached for her. His long, thick cock throbbed and pounded…for her. So many years of being the chubby chick that shifters picked on were washed away with his gaze, the flood of his emotions shoving them from her mind.
At her words, Ricker had stilled, hand frozen and fangs peeking from between his lips. “Madison, you don’t know what you’re doing.”
But she did. Empowered by his desire, she reached for the straps of her bra and eased them down her arms and then flicked the clasp between her breasts. With the next breath, she popped free of the lace confines and the tiger’s gaze immediately zeroed in on her exposed flesh. She let the bit of silk slide from her arms to fall to the floor.
She hooked her fingers into the hem of her panties and smirked. “I think I do.”
Maddy eased the soft fabric from her hips, let the knickers drift to the carpet and then stepped free of the undergarments. Nude before her mate, Ricker’s thoughts bombarded her.
Pain. Need. Desire. Attraction. And a possessiveness that thrilled her to her core. She was his, just as he was hers.
She stepped closer, pushed on Ricker’s shoulders and her mate flopped back without hesitation, gaze locked on her. With care, she crawled atop him, thighs on either side of his hips and hands now resting on his pecs.
Legs spread, she lowered her hips, hissed when her wet pussy connected with his hard, hot shaft, the length nestling along her cleft. Maddy gripped her mate’s chest, fingers squeezing the hardened muscle while she slid over his cock, veined length stroking and petting her slick heat.
“Need. Kit. Please.” Ricker begged. The big, bad council tracker writhed beneath her, hips flexing, dick throbbing against her vulnerable flesh.
She rocked, coated his hardness in her cream, shivered and shuddered each time the head of his dick nudged her clit.
Ricker’s hands settled on her hips, nails pricking her skin and showing her how much closer he was to losing control. The sharpened lines of his cheeks stood out against his features and the orange and black dusting of fur only served to arouse her even more.
He held onto his tiger by a thread, the beast raging against the mental walls that held him back.
Maddy wanted the cat free.
Loosening her hold on her lioness, the beast surged forth and the tips of her fingers shifted into claws, just long and sharp enough to prick her mate and draw blood. At the same time, she pressed down on his hips, rocked and flexed, stroking him with her pussy.
“Fuck! Madison!”
“Right here.” She repeated the motion, embraced the quakes of pleasure. “Right here.”
Ricker’s grip tightened and she watched as his eyes flashed amber, a true sign that the cat lurked.
“Madison…” His voice was barely recognizable, deep and gravely as he spoke around his lowered fangs.
Willing to go easy on the big guy, she leaned down, lapped at the droplets of blood peppering his skin. The coppery tang of his blood burst over her tongue, bathed her taste buds in his essence and she took delight in the flavor.
“Kit. Mad—Fuck.”
Maddy lifted her head, eyes intent on her mate. “Come inside me, mate.”
She didn’t have to ask twice. One of Ricker’s hands abandoned her hip, reached between them to grasp his erection and placed the head at her opening. Nice and slow, she pushed back, pussy enveloping him in her heat, cradling his length. He stretched and spread her like no other, settling into her as if his cock had been made for her alone.
Then again, he had been made to be her mate.
Inch by inch, she engulfed him, welcomed him into her body. His heavily veined shaft stroked her inner walls, slid over the nerve endings that sent pleasure coursing through her. Maddy’s arousal grew with every breath as the head of his cock pushed deeper and deeper into her pussy. She accepted more and more of him until she held his full length.
Hips resting against Ricker’s, she paused, reveled in his possession.
Her mate raised his head, gaze intent on where they were joined. “Damn, Kit. Do you know how good it is to be inside you?”
Maddy laughed. She couldn’t help it. “About as good as you feel inside me?”
Before he could utter another word, she raised her hips, letting his cock slide free of her heat as she climbed. A groan tore from Ricker’s chest and she echoed the sound. His cock stroked her walls, seared pleasure spots that she’d forgotten existed and sent her bliss soaring into the sky.
She retraced her path, accepted him back i
nto her body and his intimate caress repeated.
His hand returned to her hip, both of them now gripping her hips and forcing her into a mutually pleasurable rhythm.
Up and down she moved, pussy clinging to his dick while she rode him. With every fall, her clit brushed his pubis, the pressure sending shards of ecstasy along her spine. With the next lowering of her body, she pressed down harder than before, ground her pussy against him and moaned with the rising bliss.
“Yes…” She hissed, unable to keep quiet.
Her pussy clenched around his invasion, pulsing and milking his cock. She rose and dropped followed by a hard circle of her hips. Okay, two circles. Make that four.
“Fuck. Madison. That’s it.” His face was harsh, mouth more pronounced and stripes evident over his features. “Take it. Kit. Come on my dick.”
Madison was all for that idea. She took from him instead of giving, granting herself permission to be selfish and demanding. Claws pierced her skin, the scent of her blood joining Ricker’s, and the pain and flavors of their fluids added to her need.
With every inch up and down, every twitch of her hips, her release inched closer. She panted and moaned, body shifting to her desire rhythm. Harder and faster she moved, chasing her orgasm, determined to come on his cock.
Ricker’s heaving breath matched hers, his expression a mixture of pleasure and pain. A lesser woman would have run in the other direction, afraid of the barely constrained strength.
Maddy wasn’t a lesser woman.
Plus, she seriously needed to come.
She rocked and flexed her hips, thighs burning while she increased her tempo, determined to give and take the looming ecstasy. It was so close. So…fucking…close.
Pace growing again, one of Ricker’s hands left her hip and snaked around her, palm cupping and kneading her ass cheek, encouraging her.
And then not.
His palm abandoned her, only to return with a resounding smack. A hot sting snaked through her, circled and centered on her clit.