Fuck, she pushed back against his mouth. The stinging invasion of yet another finger filling her gave her just the edge she needed. He sucked her clit, hard, harder, all the while fucking her with his fingers.
“Your cream tastes like chocolate and spice. S’fucking good, want more. Give me more. Come for me,” he growled.
Oh, sweet fucking torture. She was going to come any second now. Please, please, please come, she begged herself. Her body worked in tandem with his. Striving, pursuing, chasing down her release.
“Gonna fill you with my cock, baby. Gonna fuck you so good, you just have to come first,” he growled. Anna lifted herself up on her elbows. She watched him eating her pussy. Met his gaze as he lifted his face, mouth coated with her juices.
Lance held her stare, lapping at her clit in long, broad strokes. Faster and faster. So fucking hot, she thought and pressed her pussy against his tongue, rocking her hips in time with his thrusts. Yes, more, yes, harder.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned, and her mind went numb.
All she could see, breathe, hear was him as he sucked and licked her clit. His thick fingers pushed in and out of her sheath, bringing her orgasm to fruition.
“Now, now,” she ground herself against him. A deep, throaty moan was ripped from her lips.
Anna’s entire body was on fire with pleasure. Then he was sliding up her legs, pressing them wide, crawling up the bed. His big cock in his hand, he placed the tip between her legs, kissing her soaked entrance with his mushroomed head.
“Watch me push inside you,” he growled, “Look at us, Annalia.”
Fuck, she loved that he called her by name. She reared up on her elbows, watching as he pushed his thick cock into her slick heat. He felt so good. Her body was stretched like a rubber band, so tense, so tight. Any second now she was going to snap apart.
“I’ll hold you together,” he growled against her neck, “Never let you go.”
“Lance!” she yelled as sensations she’d never felt before spiraled down her body, “need. Please.”
She begged for things she didn’t even understand. Her body was trying to tell her something, and she wanted to give it to herself. To have him all for herself. Yes, that’s what it was.
The steel length of him stroked her inside, so much thicker, longer than his hand. He slid even deeper, coaxing reactions from her she’d never felt. Anna thought she’d reached heaven before, but she was wrong.
How could she have when his cock was only now sliding along her g-spot? That incredible appendage rubbed her so good, filled her exactly right, drove her into another wave of rapturous bliss.
“Annalia, your pussy is so tight around my cock,” he growled, “you’re squeezing me, baby. Feels perfect!”
Her small nails cut into his shoulders as she lifted herself up, encouraging him to move faster. With her legs tight around his waist, she forced him to go deeper.
“Fuck,” he growled, “don’t wanna hurt you.”
“You won’t hurt me. I want more, Lance, I want it all,” she demanded.
And he gave. Fuck, did he give. Lance roared, his Tiger glowing from his eyes as he pounded into her. The stretching of her walls as she tried to encompass his thick length burned so damn good.
“Gonna fill you with my scent, claim you, make you mine,” he said, but she was only half listening.
The feelings spiraling through her were too delicious for words. His body was a finely tuned machine. When his lips were within reach, she caught them with her own, reveling in the meeting of lips, tongues, and even teeth on sensitive skin.
Sweat coated their bodies, and the sounds of skin slapping against skin echoed in the cabin. This was not the sweet and tender lovemaking she’d envisioned when she’d first seen him. This was rough and raw, and she loved every fucking second of it.
“Mine,” he growled.
“Yes,” she nodded, “please, almost.”
“Got what you need,” he promised and nuzzled her head to the side, taking her neck between his lips.
Anna was sensitive just there. She’d always hated when anyone touched that spot. And yet, she welcomed the feel of Lance’s mouth against her there. Hell, she wanted it.
“Now,” he growled, closing his jaws over her skin.
Sharp pain shattered her bliss, but was soon replaced by an orgasm so explosive, she actually saw stars. Whole universes, in fact. All of them dying and being born in the space of an instant. A scream tore from her throat, echoed by his resounding roar as Lance arched his back.
Hot jets of cum filled her pussy until it was dripping down her thighs, but still he rocked his hips, and her orgasm went on and on. Aftershocks rippled through the two of them for several minutes. Anna was speechless, breathless. Hell, all she could do was hold him in place.
Soul-deep pleasure was not something she was used to. Fucking hell, she was surprised she even recognized it. But this was it, Anna thought with an exhausted grin.
They both moaned when he slid out of her well-used heat and slumped beside her on the blanket. Lance was still catching his breath, but he had the most endearing smile on his face.
“That was-”
“Phenomenal,” she finished for him, and they both laughed.
“Yes,” he sighed, and pulled her against him, nuzzling her with his nose and mouth.
“Are you staying the night?” she asked, but the sounds of his even breathing answered that question.
Oh well, she wouldn’t die from a second round of Shifter nookie in the morning. He might be a dog of a Tiger. And she might be one of a very long list of names, scribbled in some little black book he kept tucked away. But it would be so worth it.
Totally worth it. Anna sighed and snuggled into him, loving the feel of his big warm body. Her heart was so full. How was she going to get over this one night?
Well, at least her neighbor Gerri was right about one thing. The sex was out of this world. If only Anna could resign herself to the probability that it was a one off. The idea of leaving the cabin, leaving him, caused a sob to stick in her throat, but she had to face facts. Lance was not a forever kind of guy. And even though she was pretty certain she was head over heels for the guy, chances were tomorrow he’d be on to the next conquest. And she would be on her way home.
At least she got to spend the night, she thought, kissing his shoulder as sleep swept over her.
Seven
“Where is she?”
“Excuse me?” Gerri Wilder practically barked over the phone.
Hell, she’d probably chew him out over his insolence, but Lance was beside himself. After the most explosive sex of his life, his mate had left. Walked out without a note. Without a trace. Fucking hell. He’d been in some post-claiming coma, and she’d up and headed out of Dodge!
Grrr. His Tiger yowled and chuffed unhappily. He wanted his mate, and so did his human half.
“Mrs. Wilder, I followed you both back to the cabin last night, and we, uh, that is-”
“You claimed her is what you did, you big pussy! And you forgot to tell her what it meant!”
“Do you know where she is?” his voice was hoarse.
“Of course, I know where she is, but I am not telling you,” she scoffed, “Not until you calm down and think this through like you should have from the beginning. I mean, I’ve told you all a million times! The women Fate chooses for you are to be cherished. They are smart, sassy, and deserve to know the truth up front. Honesty, you big fur ball, is always the best policy!”