by Kyle, Celia
She got a growl for her efforts.
Again, totally wrong that she found that hot. Totally. Maybe.
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Ricker gripped his wiggling mate’s hips, dug his fingers into the rounded curves of her body and yanked her into the position he desired. Her knees were draw up, but spread wide, ass titled and open for him. The pink rosette of her hole beckoned his touch, his cock.
One hand stroking one plump cheek, he reached for the lube with the other, popping the top and then drizzling the viscous fluid along her crack. Madison whimpered, squirming due to the cool lubricant. Her soft sounds quickly melted to moans as he stroked the separation of her cheeks.
He palmed her ass, thumbs teasing her hole, sliding first one digit and then the other, alternating, as he tormented her. With every thrust, more of the lube slid into her body, preparing her for his cock.
His length throbbed in time with his heart, pounded and pulsed with the need to sink deep into his mate. He alternated thumbs, push and pull, stretching while lubricating her passage. Her hands were fisting the sheets, face buried against the comforter, moans coming in rapid succession.
Fuck, it made his dick hard. Hell, she made his dick hard. With her tender moments and ferocious growls, he didn’t know how he’d lived before her.
“Ricker, damn it.”
He slid both thumbs into her hole and pulled them apart, broadening her passage. “Yes, Kit?”
“Bastard. More.”
He chuckled. “No, Madison. Mate.” He drew them further apart. “And when I’m ready.”
She whined. “But I need you. I’m ready. It hurts. Please.”
Ricker pulled his hands from her tempting ass and grabbed the lube once again. With a few squirts, he had enough of the liquid to coat his cock and another bit for her hole. He wanted his Kit to feel only pleasure as he claimed her in this final way. Pain didn’t have any place in their lovemaking. Unless Madison earned a spanking…
He eased closer to her, stroking and petting her back as he lined up the head of his dick with her hole. “You ready, Kit? Ready for me to shove my cock into your ass? You want it, don’t you? Want me to take you?” He nudged her opening, slid the tip in past the first ring of muscle and then back out again. “Tell me you want my cock in your ass, Madison.” She whimpered and pushed back, but he held her firm. “Tell me.”
“Please.”
“Please what?” His fangs elongated further, tiger pushing forward, eager to claim what belonged to them.
“Please fuck my ass.” The words came out in a rush, but he got what he wanted just the same.
“That’s a good girl.”
Ricker held her hips still and pushed forward, gently entering her in increments, unwilling to harm his mate. Inch by inch he fed her his cock, welcomed her warmth. Her ass clenched around him, milked him and encased him in velvety heat. With a small retreat, he pressed forward once again, her body swallowing more of his length with every thrust.
“So tight. S’good.” His balls pulled up against his body, tense and ready to release into her waiting hole. His dick was harder than ever before and the tiger clawed and scratched against the inner walls that held him at bay.
The stinging pain of bone shifting and reshaping joined in his pleasure, the cat shoving past bits of his control.
Deeper into her and then back out. Then deeper still. He sunk into his mate as she welcomed his invasion, body lax beneath his while he gently fucked her hole. He gave, she took.
Sweat coated his brow, the effort to hold back both his release and the cat nearly overwhelming him. His breathing came in heavy pants, and pleasure burst through him with every exhale.
Finally, his hips were flush with her cheeks, cock buried in and surrounded by her velvety softness. He rested there, let her grow accustomed to his full possession and he rocked his hips in a gentle shift of his body. His balls swung against her dripping pussy, coating him in her abundant cream and he remembered what her cunt felt like wrapped around his dick.
Later.
Later he’d compare the two. Maybe twice. He had to be thorough.
Seconds ticked by and then his mate became impatient, her shallow pants quickly turning to begging whines. He stared down at her spread before him, head flush with the blanket, waist tapered to the wide flare of her ass and his dick snug in her back hole.
The tiger roared in approval.
Yeah, Ricker the man was pretty fucking pleased as well.
“Move.” She whined. “Please?”
“Since you asked so nicely…” He tightened his grip on her hips and did as she asked: pulled his hips back, cock sliding from her ass, and then pushed forward once again, her body accepting him fully.
Ricker repeated the slow motions, unwilling to harm his mate with rough fucking during her first time. He started gently, in and out, then again, balls tapping at her clit and pussy with every entry.
“Fuck. Madison.” His breathing picked up to a hurried pace, balls aching for release, dick twitching within her passage.
“Yeah. Harder. Need.” Her voice was breathless.
Growling, he gave her what she needed. Fuck, he gave her what he needed. Conscious of his mate’s body, he increased his pace, fucking her harder. The bed shook in response, picking up the rhythm of their bodies. The wood of the frame creaked and groaned with his every thrust, but he only had eyes for the vision of his dick disappearing into Madison’s ass.
She swallowed him, accepted him into her body and trusted him not to harm her and that level of trust floored him. His mate submitted, accepted and believed he’d never cause her pain.
And he valued the gift she’d given him.
Cock and balls aching, begging to empty, he leaned over her, braced one hand on the bed and used his hold for leverage. The new position gave him more control, enabled him to push deeper, harder. And he did.
With flexes of his hips, he plunged in and out of her, relished the moans and gasps that escaped Madison’s lips as he pleasured her. The slap of skin on skin mingled with the sounds of their breathing, creating a sex-filled symphony.
More and more he gave. More and more she took.
Pleasure filled his veins, pumped through his body with every beat of his heart and thrust. His dick throbbed, picking up the same rhythm.
“Fuck. Madison. Come Kit. Come on my dick.”
Her ass rippled around him, milked his shaft and stroked his hardness as he plunged in and out of her back entrance.
“Gonna.” Her voice was reedy thin.
“Yeah, Kit.” He puffed out the words, balls more than ready to follow his mate in release.
The tingles of ecstasy had grown to full-blown spears, racing through him and striking each nerve with pleasure as it passed. His dick was ready, thickening with the impending climax.
Then it was there. The scream of pleasure from Madison filled the room, the sound quickly echoed by the convulsing of her ass around his cock, practically begging to be filled with his cum.
He didn’t disappoint.
Roaring, howling, he then groaned in satisfaction, jerkily thrusting in and out of her as he gave in to his orgasm. His cock swelled and twitched within her walls as wave after wave of his seed coated her ass.
Trembling explosions of bliss wracked his body, muscles spasming while her hole continued to caress him. He pulsated within her, throbbing as each tremble forced more and more of his cum from his body, making his climax seem endless.
Eventually, and hell if he knew how much time had passed, Madison stilled beneath him, tiny tremors skittering through her frame. His breathing eased with hers, bodies cooling, sweat drying as they recovered from their orgasms.
God. Damn.
He’d never get enough of her. Never get enough of his lush mate, sinking into her body and making her scream. Their connection intensified with their every touch until he didn’t know where he ended and she began. They’d fed off of each other’s emotions as she’d cradled him and he�
�d never had a more moving experience in his life.
Look at him getting all poetic and shit.
A snort and huff pulled him from his thoughts and he leaned down to nuzzle Madison. “What?”
“Poetic?”
“Hush or I’ll decide that I want your ass all nice and pink.” He squeezed her shoulder and trailed his hand along her spine as he pulled from her body.
“Promises, promises.” Madison rolled to her back then sat up and nipped him, teeth sliding over his chest.
He didn’t respond, dick too tired to do anything about her teasing. Exhaustion was finally catching up with him, their mad dash suddenly weighing down on his body.
Closing his eyes, he sunk into their connection. She soothed the savage beast, took the edge off the tiger’s need to dominate and destroy anyone who pissed him off.
Ricker rolled from the bed and fetched a warm, wet washcloth then returned and cleaned them both up before flopping into bed and pulling her close.
The council would love her. He figured they’d spend a few weeks in Ridgeville and then they could pack up her belongings and ship them to Chicago. His apartment wasn’t that big, he was a simple guy, but Madison would need more space for all her…stuff.
He’d get her settled, maybe take another handful of weeks off after the move before he got back to work. They had Stone figuring out what the fuck went down at the Freedom compound, but Ricker had a few ideas of his own. He’d cuddle a little longer and then go hunt up a sat phone. No sense in keeping his opinions to himself. He wasn’t actively working, but it didn’t mean he didn’t have a brain.
Ricker glance at his mate once more, smile on his lips as he realized how lucky he was. The other trackers would be jealous that a coldhearted roughneck like him had landed the sweet Madison.
Yeah, two weeks here, just enough for her to have one last run with the pride at the full moon, and then on to Chicago. He could have Lia scope out a new place. She’d always been good at that sort of thing. She could decorate it too and—
“Chicago?” The word cut through the silence, Madison’s anger an almost physical presence in the room. “Lia?” His mate spit the word like it was an offensive bite of food.
Wow. Look at how quick he managed to ruin a perfect fucking after-sex daze.
Fuck. He knew better than to mention another woman’s name when he was in bed. Now he needed to make sure he didn’t even think about another woman.
He cleared his throat. “Uh, Lia is one of the mission coordinators. My call-in. She was the one, uh, you saw that got hurt? When you went digging? She’s not… We’ve never…”
A fraction of Madison’s tension melted away, but her body was still stiff against him.
“And Chicago?” She slid from his arms and, as much as it hurt him, he let her go. “Ricker, I’m not sure about moving. I know we never talked about it. We just went all bitey with no forethought. But the idea of moving to a big city like that and the council. It—”
“Scares the shit out of you.” The pain pouring through their connection would have brought him to his knees if he’d been standing.
Madison nodded. “Yeah.”
The rumble of a truck pulling into the driveway cut their conversation short. Ricker jumped from the bed, hand going to the gun on the nightstand as he settled on his feet. He grabbed Madison’s hand and shoved her toward the corner so he could block her body from attackers and…
His mate was laughing. And he had a deep suspicion it was at him.
He turned and glared at her bright wide smile.
Most shifters, especially women, would cower when faced with his glare. The crazy woman smiled.
“Ricker, it’s my family. Hear that other car? And the Harley that pulled in just after? Momma, Daddy and my two brothers just pulled in.” She snuck past him, smile still playing on her lips. “Get dressed. They’re gonna see the broken door and come in growling and snarling if we don’t show them that we’re okay.”
Madison dug through a nearby dresser, tugging out clothes and slipping into the scraps of cotton.
He scowled again. He really liked his mate naked and ready for him.
Then he remembered that she probably wasn’t going to be “ready” for him any time soon. Sure they’d have to put the question about Chicago aside for the moment, but it’d come back and bite him in the ass. Soon.
Madison took two steps toward the bedroom door and he snagged her hand before she could escape. “We can talk about Chicago, Madison.”
A look of sadness crossed her features and she simply nodded, tugging her hand from his and padding from the room.
16
“If he’s your guy, he’s your guy. Just make sure you tattoo your name on his furry ass so everyone else knows who he belongs to. You could pee on him and mark your territory, but a tattoo is permanent.” – Maya Josephs, Prima of the Ridgeville Pride, who has decided that neutering her mate was a viable option.
Maddy sat at her kitchen table, coffee in hand as her mother puttered around her kitchen. It was just something mommas did. They puttered, poked and somehow created delicious meals out of a near empty pantry.
Maddy loved it.
With her two brothers and father in the other room, she enjoyed the quiet of sitting with her mom and bathing in the serenity that always flowed from the woman.
Cookies baking (and she had no idea how that came about), her mother settled across from her, those knowing eyes focused on Maddy.
“So.”
Maddy grimaced. Grilling from her mother was more about parental stares than words and she knew she wouldn’t get outta this without spilling all.
“So, hey, I got mated.” She tried to smile wide, super big and everything. It didn’t work. Nope, her mother frowned, deep lines forming around her mouth and eyes narrowing.
“And my baby isn’t as happy as she should be.”
She forced her smile a little wider. “Of course I am. I found my mate. Everything is perfect and…”
Her mother shook her head. “Don’t try to feed me crap, Madison Margaret Lane. I gave birth to you. I brought you into this world and I’ll take you right back out of it if you don’t start telling the truth.”
So she did.
She unloaded about the kidnapping. She skipped over the whole “make all the Freedom members happy” portion of the show.
Tears formed in her mother’s eyes.
Then about offering to be raped so that little Elise would have been left alone. Then saving the sweet fox and gutting a hyena in the process.
The tears disappeared and were replaced with pride.
She added in rejecting Ricker in an, uh, “delicate moment”. She wasn’t talking about sex with her mother. Finished or otherwise.
Maddy got a smile for that one. “I think I love our Prima. I’m gonna make her a cake and some cookies.”
That was big praise coming from her mother. The woman was a blue ribbon winning baker and anything that came out of her kitchen caused oral orgasms.
Seriously.
Then there was the actual mating at the safe house. Again with the glossing over of “delicate moments”. She skipped over the whole driving and getting shot at part. She considered that a kissing cousin to “delicate moments”.
Mating talk made her mother’s smile go super nova.
Kaboom.
Then the recap ended with getting home.
She skipped the whole “Chicago” issue.
Of course, her mother was like a bloodhound mixed with a piranha. She scented blood in the water and she was chasing after it. “Well, where’s the rest? You should be glowing. You’ve got a fine man in the living room being grilled by your father and your brothers and he hasn’t been chased out yet. But I’m not feeling a whole lotta happy coming from my baby girl and I know those men in the living room are aware of it as well. So, give me all of it.”
Maddy slumped into the chair, defeat washing over her. “He wants to move to Chicago.”
Her mother reached across the table and Maddy slid her hand onto her mom’s, drawing comfort from the touch. “You knew you’d mate outside the pride. You knew you there was a possibility you’d have to go with him when that happened.”
“I know. I just hoped he’d be like daddy and come here.” Tears pricked her eyes. “I don’t want to leave you.”
Her mother scoffed. “It’s not leaving. Chicago is only a few hours away by plane. Your daddy and I can come and visit and I have no doubt that your brothers will come and make sure he’s treating you right. Probably when you least expect them.”
This time Maddy scoffed. “They’ll visit, all right. To meet women and party.”
A twinkle slid into her mother’s eyes. “They’ll give your mate hell, too. It’s a brother’s prerogative.”
With a sigh, she let her mother’s love sink into her. “I don’t want to leave.”
“But you will. You’re head over tail for that young man and you’ll follow him to the end of the earth.”
Maddy wasn’t quite ready to admit that her mother might be right. The woman was a gloater.
The timer on the oven dinged and Maddy pulled her hand free of her mom’s, thankful for a reason to escape her mother’s searching gaze. “Lemme get those. The guys will be in here any second for a quick bite. I have no doubt that they worked up an appetite grilling Ricker.”
Just as she opened the oven, all four men came tromping into the kitchen. A quick look over her mate revealed that he was physically unharmed and a brush of his mind showed her that there was calm, affection and something more occupying it. In two steps he was next to her, his face pressed against her neck and a shadow of hair scratching her tender skin.