by Kyle, Celia
Madison snorted and hopped from the SUV. Her hopping reminded him that he needed to return the truck to the council. They’d had the car replaced after leaving the cabin. He’d have to buy something closer to the ground so she wasn’t jumping from the car everywhere they went. Winter in Chicago, the council’s headquarters, made the roads and sidewalks slick. He climbed from the vehicle, mind rolling with preparations. The last thing he needed was for his mate to slip and hurt herself. Hell, by then she’d probably be pregnant with their cubs and no way would anything happen to them.
Madison, half way to the house, glanced back at him, smile playing on her lips. “What has you so happy?”
Ricker couldn’t fight his shit-eating grin. He closed the distance between them, wrapped his arms around her and tugged her close. He loved the feel of her body against his, those lush curves cushioning him.
He nuzzled her neck, rubbing his scent on her and inhaling her fragrance. Damn, he’d never get enough of her. Ever. “You. Pregnant with my cubs.”
“Yeah?” Madison snuggled and wiggled against him as if she wanted to crawl inside his skin. She sounded so unsure of herself, disbelieving, that he wanted to hit whoever had made her doubt herself.
“Yeah, Kit. You and me? We’re it. I want you by my side, big with my cubs. Forever.”
He settled his chin on the top of her head, rubbed it back and forth. Emotions were pouring from Madison and he worked at sorting through them. He tossed aside the disbelief. He’d spend the rest of his life proving that he wanted her, and only her.
Hope just added to his anger at those who’d beaten her down as she grew up. His mate should believe him, believe that she was worthy of his devotion. Hell, she should grab him by the nuts and demand her due.
Then, buried so deep he’d almost missed it, was a kernel of feeling that made his breath hitch. It wasn’t love. No, he readily admitted he wasn’t quite to that level either, but it was a start. Something more than “like” and just under the “L” word and he was relieved he wasn’t the only one feeling that way.
She tilted her head back, face upturned. “Forever?”
He didn’t think he’d ever get tired of staring into those blue eyes. “Yeah, Kit.” He closed the distance between their mouths, brushed his lips over hers in a ghost of a kiss. Once, twice and then he lingered, tongue stroking the seam of her lips. He needed a taste, just another reminder of his mate’s flavor.
Madison’s hands clutched his shirt, tugging on him, and he lowered willingly, aching for more from her. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, swept into the moist cavern. He drank from her, a groan building in his chest. Another swipe, deeper still, exploring her moist heat, lapping and sucking her tongue, mimicking what was to come.
It’d been too long since he’d been inside her, slid into her pussy and made her scream. The idea made his cock harden in his jeans, press and struggle against the confines of his pants. Madison wiggled against him, rose to her tiptoes and rocked against his length. The cradle of her thighs hugged him, teased and tormented him.
He shifted his hold, cupped the fullness of her ass and brought her more firmly against him, nice and snug. She whimpered into his mouth and his knees nearly buckled, her need bleeding through to his mind and amplifying his. The scent of her arousal taunted him, teased him with what was to come.
Because now that they’d started (again), he wasn’t about to let them not finish.
Ricker gripped her tighter, took her weight into his palms and pulled his mouth from hers.
“Wrap your legs around me, Madison.” His voice was more tiger than man, beast on the edge and needing to claim their mate once again.
Madison lapped at his mouth and nipped his lower lip, doing as he asked. “Please.”
Mate in his arms, he strode toward the house, intent on finding a bed. Now. His arousal was roaring through his veins, cock pounding hard and ready to burst. Madison surrounded him in her scent, her taste, her lush curves pressing against him.
He stomped up the wooden steps and across the porch, right up to the front door. Unable to wait another moment, he pressed her against the hard surface and dove back in for another kiss.
Heat bounced between them, tongues licking and teeth nibbling, exploring and discovering everything anew. Her hands clutched at his shoulders, pulled him harder against her and he couldn’t help but obey. His balls ached, dick pulsing as the heat of her pussy seared through his jeans. He knew he’d find her wet and ready for him, sweet pussy begging for his touch, his mouth, his cock. Fuck, he wanted it all. He craved her body like a drug.
Ricker rocked against her heat, slid his cloth-covered length along her pussy and smiled at her groan. Pulling his lips from hers, he spoke against her mouth, hips keeping a steady rhythm.
“Like that, Kit? Like my cock against this hot pussy? You want me there, don’t you? Want my dick in your cunt.” A gasp escaped her just as a tremor wracked her body and Ricker didn’t fight the grin tugging at his lips. “Like that? Do you want me to tell you what I’m gonna do to you, Kit?”
“Yes.” Madison wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her face to his shoulder, her hips grinding over his cock, keeping their arousal rising with every breath.
“I’m going to take you into this house and right to the bedroom. No stopping along the way. As soon as we cross the threshold, you better be ready for me because once I start, I won’t stop. These jeans, the ones keeping my cock out of your soaking pussy? They’re shredded, Kit. Gone.” He pushed hard against her, seam rubbing hers and giving her more friction. “Panties too. Then I’m going to taste this sweet pussy. My pussy. It belongs to me, doesn’t it?” She nodded against his heated skin and he continued. “You’re gonna come in my mouth, Kit. Scream my name. Then I’m going to fuck you. You can’t wait for my cock, can you? Your needy little cunt is going to suck me in.” Ricker kept the words low, body moving and keeping her on edge. Fuck, his cock hurt. The tiger inside was loving the hell out of their game, enjoyed making their mate needy, wet and hot. But it was hell on his dick. “I’m going to ride you hard. Shove my dick in and out of your tight little cunt until you scream. Or maybe I’ll take your ass.”
“Ricker.” She clawed at his shoulders, half-shifted nails slicing through his shirt and right down to skin.
“You wanna know why, Kit?”
She nodded and nipped his neck, the coppery scent of his blood wafting into the air.
“Because you’re mine.”
Ricker didn’t give her a chance to reply. A quick loosening of his control on the beast gave him a little extra strength and he half-turned, Madison still in his arms. It took barely a nudge to bust the door open, sending splinters flying into the house. But he didn’t care. The tiger wouldn’t let anyone near them while they loved on their mate. Ricker the man would slide his cock into her ass while the tiger remained alert. He had not doubt the cat would roar if someone interrupted them now.
“Hey!” Madison growled against his neck.
“I’ll fix it. Just as soon as you come on my tongue, Kit.” He brushed his lips across her ear. “Don’t you want me to make you come? Lick that needy clit?”
A whimper was her response.
Following his nose, Ricker navigated the home, thumping across the living room, past a kitchen and then down the hall. Her scent grew stronger with every step, the sweetness tinged with the stench of cleaning products. They’d told him they’d cleaned everything and he was glad for it. There was no way he could’ve brought his mate to a tainted space. A handful of steps into the room and he tossed his mate to the bed, her body bouncing on the soft surface, legs spread.
“Damn, that’s pretty. Get ready, Kit. I’m gonna make you scream.”
* * *
Uh, yes, please.
Maddy watched her mate whip his shirt over his head, exposing hardened muscles. She still hadn’t gotten the chance to lick and taste each line. And from the way he was staring at her, she didn’t think it’d
happen any time soon.
Next, he kicked off his shoes and shucked his jeans, leaving him nude before her, long, thick cock hard and ready. He reached down to stroke his shaft, pump his dick from bottom to top and then rubbed his thumb over the tip.
Whimpering, she licked her lips, aching for a taste of him once again.
“Next time, Kit. Right now, I’m hungry.”
Ricker reached for her then, popped the button on her jeans, tugged the zipper and then yanked the cotton material from her body leaving her clad in skimpy lace panties.
“Shit, Madison.” His voice was a deep growl and she watched as his fangs grew.
Ricker put his knee on the bed and leaned toward her, gaze intent on the juncture of her thighs. She spread her legs, anxious for his mouth on her, tongue lapping at her heat.
He eased his other knee to the soft surface and kneeled, lowering his elbows to the mattress as he positioned himself before her pussy. He nuzzled her inner thigh sending shards of arousal through her, feelings centering on her cunt.
Then…oh, fuck. Then she watched as he opened his mouth, exposed those wicked teeth and nibbled her tender flesh, silk and lace stretching over her labia. A groan vibrated through her and her need increased, cunt releasing more and more cream with every breath, soaking her panties. The salty musky scent of her desire filled the air, competing with the aromas of Ricker’s arousal.
Her mate sucked and lapped at her covered pussy, moaning with every brush of his tongue over the wet fabric.
“S’good.” The rough rumble of his voice sent shockwaves through her and she couldn’t stop her hand from lowering to his head, fisting his hair and directing him as she desired.
“Ricker…” She rocked her hips against him, forcing that wicked mouth where she needed him most.
“Need.” The single word was followed by the tug and rending of cloth, the cool air suddenly stroking her wet pussy. He hissed. “Yes…”
Then he was back, flexible muscle flicking her exposed clit, tonguing the bundle of nerves. She flexed her hips, rolled them, forcing his touch to remain where she needed him most. He wrapped his lips around the nub, sucking and tapping. Her pussy clenched, more cream easing from her needy hole. She ached to be filled, stuffed and fucked by her mate. She couldn’t get enough of her male.
Ricker shifted and his fingers teased the opening of her pussy, circling heat, toying with the desperate nerves surrounding her entrance. He tempted and teased, going round and round as she writhed beneath him.
Desire blossomed and filled her, nipples hardening and begging for attention right along with her cunt. With her free hand she cupped her breast, pinched her hardened nub and tugged, adding a delicious slice of pain to her growing arousal.
Those tormenting fingers left her pussy and she whined at the loss. She wanted to be filled and stretched, wanted him to pet her G-spot until she came on his hand.
“Shh…gonna give you what you need, Kit.” Ricker’s soaked fingers traveled south, digits circling her back hole and she tensed. “Easy. Give it to me, Kit.”
Oh god. She’d never had a lover there, yet…yet she craved this level of submission. The she-cat wanted to hand over the power to their dominant male, lay beneath him as he took their ultimate surrender. The forbidden thrill of having him fill her ass brought another level of arousal forward and she shuddered.
Maddy forced herself to relax, to release the clenching of her body until his fingertip could slip past the first ring of muscles surrounding her hole.
“Oh.”
“That’s it. Lemme in. Gonna make you fly and make you mine, Madison.”
Ricker pushed deeper, entering her further and she shivered with the explicit penetration. He brought his mouth back to her clit, tormenting the nerves as he eased in and out of her ass. She kept her legs spread, fingers toying with her nipple, hand buried in his hair while he stoked her need.
His finger disappeared and she groaned at the loss, only to moan when two pushed into her hole, spreading and stretching, sending a stinging burn through her. She gasped and twitched, pain merely adding the bliss building in her body. He resumed his previous pace of thrust and retreat, scissoring and stretching her.
“God. Yes. Need.” She barely recognized her voice, words coming in stuttered spurts as the pleasure of Ricker’s touch invaded her body. She rocked against him, enjoying his wicked penetration. His rhythm increased, moving faster as he worked her asshole, the burning stretch quickly replaced by pure ecstasy with every passing second.
He gave her clit a hard suck and released the nub, flicking it with rapid movements. “That’s it, Kit. Gonna fuck your pretty ass. Gonna sink deep and pound my mate until she comes.”
“Ricker!” Her empty pussy clenched and a spear of bliss shot through her at his words. The desperation for him grew to incredible heights.
His fingers disappeared and were replaced with three, the cream from her pussy still giving him just enough lubrication for his gentle invasion. The burn of his penetration increased with the added digits and she bowed her back, body fighting between retreating and pushing closer.
Fuck, she needed. His touch was shoving her toward completion, pleasure rolling and building within her, filling her from head to toe with ecstasy. Her virgin hole was desperate to be stuffed with his cock, spreading her as she fully submitted to him.
Pain from the stretch receding, she moved in counterpoint to his thrusts, pushed and shifted until she was taking full advantage of his actions. Each shove elicited a moan, a deep groan that joined with her heavy pants.
Her clit throbbed and twitched, his tongue dancing over the nerves, the flicks adding to her ever growing bliss. She released her breast and propped herself on her elbow, keeping her eyes trained on Ricker between her thighs as her male licked and sucked her clit, fucking her ass with his fingers, each flex of muscle taking her to new heights.
“Please. Close. Need.”
“Know what you need.” The growl reverberated through her pussy.
Each breath, each plunge of his fingers, every pull on the sensitive bundle of nerves buried in her folds shoved her closer to release.
Ricker’s eyes burned bright, the shifting and sharpening of his features showing her how close his tiger was to the surface and her she-cat responded. The crunch and crackle of bone told her without words that her lioness wanted to play with her mate, wanted to give and receive pleasure from their male.
With the presence of her cat, Maddy’s pleasure shot higher, growing until she could barely breathe, and she sobbed with the overwhelming sensations. With her outburst, Ricker increased his pace, harder, faster, deeper…he gave her more and more of himself. She writhed and wasn’t sure if she was trying to get closer or further away. The ecstasy was taking over her every move.
The heat of his touch burned her, sent fire through her veins until breathing became difficult. Sensation after sensation piled upon her, burying her in pleasure. Her pussy rhythmically clenched and tightened on air. Her asshole mimicked the movements, sucking on his fingers. Clit aching and throbbing, it pulsed beneath his tongue, twitching with his every touch.
“Come for me Madison.”
The deep rumble of his voice was what shoved her over the edge. Maddy came with a scream. Her back hole tightened on his fingers, pussy sucking and begging to be filled while pleasure-tinged fire seemed to burst from her clit and then flow over her nerves. Every shift and tightening of muscle increased the ecstasy inside her, forcing her bliss to grow with every breath.
She screamed his name, begged and pleaded for more. Anything, everything. She needed it all from her mate as the fireworks of her release crashed through her body. Muscles jerked and spasmed, no longer controllable. The sensations overwhelmed her, wrenched control, her shattering release exploding and breaking her into a million pieces.
Her body was no longer her own and she was a slave to the pleasure her mate created. Glorious waves of her climax ebbed and flowed, filled and retrea
ted only to crest again.
Minutes passed? Hours? Eventually Ricker slowed his movements, mouth leaving her over-sensitized clit, lapping gently at the nerves as he slid his talented fingers from her ass. With gentle touches he brought her down from her peak and her breathing eased until she no longer gasped and panted.
Sated beyond belief, she slumped against the bed, wrung out from her powerful release and she only had one thing to say.
“Wow.”
She raised her head enough to look at her mate and found him kneeling between her thighs, hand stroking his cock as he stared down at her, smirk in place.
Smug bastard. Totally earned. But he was still smug.
“Not done yet, Kit. Where’s your lube? It’s time your mate claimed your ass.”
Her traitorous pussy tightened and her ass mimicked the spasm. Greedy bitches.
Not that she was complaining or anything.
Maddy managed to raise a hand and wave toward her bedside table. “In there somewhere.”
Ricker shifted and she watched through slitted eyes as he dug into her drawer-o-sexy-times.
He glanced at her, eyebrows raised. “I think my she-cat is a kinky kitty, isn’t she?”
“They’re personal massagers.” At least, that’s what she kept telling herself.
She got a hum in response. “Right now, I’m all the ‘personal massager’ you’ll need.”
“Do you know how cheesy that sounded? I mean, really?”
Ricker growled, grabbed the lube and pounced on her, teeth bared.
Was it so wrong that she thought his fangs were hot?
Her mate eased down her body, fangs scraping along her heated skin, caressing her with his dangerous teeth. He scratched and teased her, tracing her curves as he traveled south. Each touch rekindled her arousal and her heart rate increased, sending pulses of bliss through her veins.
When he was once again kneeling between her legs, he dropped the bottle of lubricant and gripped her thighs. In one smooth move, he brought her legs up and then flipped her to her stomach, exposing her to his gaze.
Maddy wiggled and shifted, trying to get her knees beneath her and raise her ass so she could give herself to him completely.