Captured by her Cougar (Cougar Creek Mates Shifter Romance Series Book 2)

by Felicity Heaton

  He could feel her passion mounting, and it stirred his own, had control slipping from him as he parted the two sides of her white robe to expose her. Gods. Her dark pink nipples peaked as he revealed them, and she arched her back, pushing them up towards him, tempting him.

  He growled and dropped to his right elbow, fastened his lips around her nipple and sucked as he angled his body away from her. She moaned as he skimmed his left hand over her other breast and down the flat of her stomach, and pushed her hips up against him.

  Patience.

  He grinned inside as he teased her by focusing on her stomach, kept lowering his hand close to where she wanted it before bringing it back up again.

  She boxed him on the head. “Storm.”

  His fiery Little Bird.

  He was going to make her sing for him, the sweetest song he ever heard, one that was his new addiction.

  He loved the sounds she made when pleasure overtook her, when they were making love and she was lost in sensation as deeply as he was.

  She didn’t complain when he broke away from her breast, just watched him as he slipped from the bed and landed on his knees on the floor. He caught her hips, yanked her towards him and savoured her cry as he pressed his mouth to her core, tongued and stroked it, teased honey from her and feasted on her moans.

  She arched, hands fisting the white bedclothes, and wrapped her legs around his shoulders, trapping him between her thighs.

  Heaven.

  He growled and stroked his tongue up her, swirled it around her tight bead and devoured her, giving her everything she needed as her hips rose higher from the bed. He curled his hands over her thighs and dragged her hips down, anchored her in place for his assault as he swirled his tongue, lapped and laved until she was restless, writhing on the bed and making some pretty cute growling noises of her own.

  “Storm,” she cried, desperation lacing her voice.

  She didn’t need to worry.

  He wasn’t going to stop before she found that release she wanted, one she was hurtling towards as he dropped lower to probe her with his tongue. He stroked back up to her pert bundle of nerves and inched two fingers into her slick core.

  Her hips jacked up and she cried out, her pleasure so powerful it flowed through him too, had his cock jerking as if he had just climaxed as he eased her down, slowly stroking her with his tongue and fingers.

  “Storm,” she murmured huskily and reached for him.

  Her need went through him, called to him and had him obeying, rising onto his knees to satisfy her all over again.

  She gazed at him through hooded eyes and licked her lips as he pressed one knee onto the bed, hooking her leg over it. Gods, as much as he wanted to take that invite and let her feast on his cock, he needed to be inside her even more. There would be time for that later, as an encore. The night was young after all, and he intended to make love to her until she was so sated she couldn’t move for days.

  He lifted her hips, gripped his cock, and held her gaze as he fed it into her, filled her slow and deep. She sighed, and he would never get enough of the way she did that whenever he joined them, as if that alone was bliss, was everything she needed to make her happy.

  He sighed right along with her, captured her hips and held her in place as he slowly thrust into her, long deep strokes that had her breasts gently bouncing. She moaned and relaxed, her legs falling open, so she was splayed for him. Her teeth teased her lower lip as she skimmed her hands down her body, stroking fingers over her breasts, tormenting him as she touched herself.

  He growled.

  Couldn’t hold it back.

  She smiled, a wicked little one that heated his blood to boiling point because she caught her lower lip in one of her canines.

  That had his own fangs extending, the thought that she had consented to be his wife in human terms pounding in his head and rousing his instincts, ones he had done his best to suppress over the past couple of weeks.

  He wanted her to be his wife in cougar shifter terms too.

  He wanted her to be his mate.

  His eyes must have changed, because her expression softened and she reached for him, and he felt her need to soothe him.

  He leaned forwards and pushed her up the bed, settled over her and on his right elbow, keeping his left hand on her hip as he drove into her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and lured him down for a kiss that was so soft he felt light inside, warmed from head to toe.

  “I love you,” she whispered against his lips.

  He smoothed his right hand over her hair. “Love you too.”

  He drew back and looked down at her, into warm eyes that held all her love in them.

  “Soon, Storm,” she murmured.

  He felt sure he was hearing things, was reading into her words and hearing what he wanted in them. He must have looked as if he didn’t believe her, because she smiled softly again and brushed her fingers across his cheek.

  Up through his hair.

  Over the nape of his neck.

  He shivered as tingles swept down his spine to his balls and growled down at her, thrust deeper and harder as sensation detonated inside him, sending him soaring higher.

  Her words sent him soaring higher still.

  “You’ll be my husband,” she whispered softly, “and I’ll be your mate.”

  Sweet gods.

  He dropped his head and kissed her, clung to her as he drove into her, faster now as a need for that day to come rose inside him. She moaned and kissed him harder, stoking his passion so it overcame him again, had him losing himself in her. He groaned and clutched her, grunted as she clenched him and his cock grew harder, his balls growing tight as he spiralled towards release.

  She broke away from his lips and pressed her cheek to his, held him as he kissed and licked her throat, the need to bite her driving through him. He held it back, clung to her words as he pumped her harder, made her feel every inch of him and what she did to him, how wild she made him.

  How crazy he was for her.

  And how desperately he wanted that future she had offered him.

  One he had never thought he would have.

  Her fingers pressed into his shoulder and neck as she moaned and writhed beneath him, rocked her hips in time with his, countering his thrusts and tearing a groan from his lips. He growled and held her in place, drove deeper and harder, giving her what she needed.

  Pushing her over the edge again.

  She cried out, clutching him tightly as her body milked him and her pleasure flowed through him, barely a trickle now but soon it would be a torrent. He would feel everything when they were mated, and she would feel everything too, each time they made love an explosive event as their pleasure mingled and combined.

  He wasn’t sure he would be able to take it.

  Just feeling her body clenching him, her thighs trembling against his, and a sliver of the pleasure she felt as she sighed softly in his ear, her bliss in each one as he drove into her, was enough to propel him over the edge with her.

  He buried his face in her neck, trembled as release crashed over him, leaving him breathless and shaking in her arms as he spilled inside her. She moaned, quivered again as his cock throbbed inside her, and he shuddered as he held her, her reaction drawing out his climax, making him pulse for long minutes, until she finally relaxed beneath him.

  His muscles were liquid beneath his skin as he rolled with her, barely strong enough to pull her against his side as he breathed hard, struggling to come down from the high of making love with her.

  The high of what she had offered him.

  She held her hand up, flashing her ring, her happiness palpable as she admired it and as she kissed him.

  He wrapped his arms around her and held her to him as he kissed her back, soaking up the moment.

  He would give her the best damned wedding the world had ever seen, everything she wanted, whether that was a small informal affair or something lavish and grand.

  He would g
ive it to her, together with his heart and his solemn vow.

  He would be her husband.

  He pressed his brow to hers and looked into her eyes, ones that promised him forever.

  And she would be his mate.

  The End

  Read on for a preview of the next story in the highly addictive Cougar Creek Mates paranormal romance series, Courted by her Cougar

  Courted by her Cougar

  Madness was sweeping Cougar Creek.

  Flint had arrived four weeks ago to discover his oldest brother, Rath, had fallen in love with a human who had strayed into his territory.

  A human who had turned out to be his fated female.

  His one true mate.

  If that hadn’t been crazy enough, a week ago, a second of his brothers, Storm, had sent word that he was engaged to Gabriella, another human and one who was the half-sister of a male who had attempted to kill both Rath and Storm. A male who had been in league with Archangel, a hunter organisation that had targeted their family and their pride four decades ago too.

  That battle had claimed the lives of their parents.

  Flint couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that Storm was now engaged to Gabriella, a woman with ties to what had happened to their parents and their pride. It was un-fucking-believable. Beyond comprehension to him. He wasn’t convinced by the little mortal. She was going to have to work hard to prove she wasn’t the same as her kin, working for Archangel and about to betray his brother.

  He wasn’t the only one at the creek who felt that way either.

  Storm seemed pretty damn besotted with her though, enough to want to put a ring on it.

  Literally.

  Flint couldn’t remember the last cougar shifter who had actually gotten hitched as well as mated with a human. He wasn’t sure he had ever met one before Storm. That madness was as infectious as the other one hitting the pride, had Rath and Ivy talking about a wedding too.

  He shook his head, shifted so the sole of his other worn black hiking boot rested against the rough bark of the lodgepole pine at his back, and huffed.

  The whole creek had gone insane, and not in the usual good way associated with a spring gathering. This was a disturbing sort of madness, and his brothers weren’t the only ones affected by it either. One of the males who had come for the gathering had ended up mating with one of the females, forming a bond between them that was the cougar shifter way of getting hitched.

  Not only that.

  He slid his grey gaze to his right, towards the broad river that swept around the bend at the bottom of the clearing in the dense woods, rippling over rocks and twinkling in the sunlight.

  Cobalt stood by that river, a shadow in his black jeans, boots and the t-shirt that moulded to his athletic frame, a male anyone who didn’t know him better could easily mistake as either menacing or a movie star depending on their gender. His brother dragged a hand over his short platinum blond hair, mussing the tufted waves that sprang back to remain perfect, and the chiselled planes of his face settled in a hard line for a moment as his gold-grey eyes narrowed on the fight, and then softened a degree again.

  Flint knew why, knew him well enough to spot the subtle tells that gave away his mood.

  His older brother was dangerous, but it wasn’t a need to fight that had him on edge today.

  Beyond him and the river, the deep green pine forest thickened as it blanketed the valley, stretching as far as the snow-capped mountains that rose into the clear blue sky, a stunning backdrop that his brother failed to notice, because he only had eyes for one beauty.

  Cobalt did a poor job of hiding it too as he pretended to focus on the fight occurring between two males in the centre of the clearing, a brutal bout of delicious aggression and bloodshed over the right to be the one to ease a female in heat. Whenever Cobalt figured no one was watching him, his eyes drifted towards the spectators to single one out.

  Ember.

  It wasn’t the first time Flint had noticed the way his second-eldest brother watched the female. Damn, it wasn’t even the first pride get-together where Flint had noticed him staring after Ember with longing in his eyes.

  But, it was the first spring gathering Ember was attending, here as an eligible female looking for a male.

  Cobalt dragged his steel grey eyes away from her as a male approached the raven-haired beauty to speak with her. His brother shoved his hands through his pale blond hair, mussing the longer lengths on top of it in a way that screamed his frustration. Poor bastard.

  Flint had a bad enough time sitting on the side lines, unable to participate in the gathering because his family were responsible for overseeing it. It was his duty to ensure things didn’t get out of hand as males riled up by their instincts clashed over rights to a female, and sometimes over nothing at all. The mating fever was always strong, and he and his brothers made sure everyone was safe while they were preoccupied.

  It didn’t mean he was immune to the season.

  So many pretty females all throwing off pheromones that had his cougar side aching to satisfy them. Damn, he would gladly satisfy more than one of them at a time if they let him.

  If it was hell for him, he couldn’t imagine what sort of hell it was for Cobalt, forced to endure watching males approaching a female he longed for and unable to do anything about it.

  The fight finally ended with one of the males on his backside on the grass in the clearing, breathing hard as he yielded, his bare back straining beneath all the blood that covered him. His opponent hadn’t fared much better, bore claw wounds that streamed crimson, but it didn’t stop him from seizing hold of the female he had won the right to satisfy and whisking her away to his cabin.

  Lucky bastard.

  Flint would give his left nut to be able to take part in the fights, and not only because he wanted a good fuck as much as the next male right now, was wound up by all the females and ached to give them what they needed. He would have given his nut in order to just fight.

  Sure, he got to bash heads together when the males broke out into battles that weren’t over a female, their hormones cranking up their aggressive nature and making them volatile, easily goaded into a brawl. It wasn’t the same as being able to go all out though. He had to hold back and fight to break them up, and while he roughed them up a little for being a pain in his ass, it just didn’t give him the same thrill as he got whenever he really let loose.

  Which didn’t happen often these days.

  His tour guide company up north where the Rockies gave way to rolling hills and endless plains kept him busy most of the year, from the moment the bears and wildlife emerged in spring through to the fall. In the winter, he headed west, to a small town on the coast that was occupied by shifters of various species.

  Bears included.

  He got to let loose a little then, whenever the bears rose to the bait or whenever they were itching for a fight too. They went easy on him though. Probably because he hired a few of them to stand in as real-life bears for the humans coming to his cabins to see the animals. Sometimes, actual bears were hard to come by, waking later in the year than the tourist season started or going into hibernation earlier than it ended. Sometimes, it paid to know a few grizzly shifters who were willing to play the role of their animal counterpart for some fast cash.

  Thinking about the small group of cabins he owned had his thoughts turning to his own home there, a well-appointed lodge that was larger than the others dotted around his extensive land. It was far more sumptuous too, had every comfort he needed. From there, his mind leaped to all the tours groups he’d had to leave in the hands of his guides so he could attend the gathering as required.

  Tour groups that he knew contained more than one human female who happened to be single.

  Gods, he loved single human females in tour groups.

  They were there for adventure, and a lot of the time, that adventure included a little real-life holiday romance when they set eyes on him. His lips curved into a grin a
s he thought about all the females he had indulged, letting them flirt their way into his cabin and into his arms for a few passionate nights before they left with a promise to stay in touch.

  They never did.

  Which was just fine with him.

  He liked things uncomplicated.

  He groaned and tugged his black hiking trousers away from his groin as his cock got the wrong idea, the combination of all the pheromones flying around the creek and memories of all the females he had bedded up north deadly to his self-control. He pushed them out of his head and tried to focus on other things.

  It wasn’t difficult when a male broke cover to his left, stepping from the trees into the clearing. He nodded to the older male, a burly brunet with a scar on his neck and a heavy pack on his back.

  “You can set up on the other side of the clearing if you don’t have company to bunk with.” Flint pointed towards the woods opposite them, where a few cabins were visible through the trees, together with some colourful tents.

  The male nodded and headed in that direction, and Flint watched him go with a frown.

  Normally by now, everyone in the pride who intended to participate in the gathering had reached Cougar Creek, but each day saw more people arrive. He couldn’t remember the last time his kin had resorted to camping in order to attend, or the last time there had been so many of them at the creek.

  He wasn’t sure whether it was because they were feeling the mating heat, or because they were curious about seeing Rath’s new mate, or because of the incident with Gabriella’s half-brother.

  That had everyone twitchy still.

  Flint glanced off to his left, up the clearing to Rath’s cabin where it nestled amongst the trees at the top of the swath of green.

  Rath was all smiles as he spoke with Ivy, his beautiful curvy brunette, on the deck of the log cabin. His hands clutched her hips through her pale charcoal trousers, his body pressed so close to hers that the dark green fleece he had paired with his jeans blended with her t-shirt. Flint wasn’t sure his brother could get closer to her while they were clothed.