“Can I have mineral water?”
“Sure,” he got up to grab the glass bottle along with two glasses.
Before long, Lance forgot why he was nervous at all. She was easy to be with, and that caused him to wonder. Maybe his parents had it wrong, and mates could live in harmony together.
“So, about Tigers? Your family? I hardly know anything about you,” she said.
“Well, my father left when I was still a cub, but Mom is still in my life,” he explained, “She moved to South Carolina some years ago, but I talk to her every week.”
“That must have been hard on you. The, splitting up,” she said, and he felt her sympathy warm him.
“They were not true mates, and it was better that way. To stop my young Tiger from becoming too antisocial, my mother enlisted Hunter, he’s our Pride Neta, to help.”
Those were troubled times, but he’d dealt with his struggles and earned his place in the Pride house with blood, sweat, and tears. He was loyal to Hunter Maverick and the Pride. Couldn’t fathom a time when they didn’t come first, except now she was first.
“You mentioned you’re a guard? What does that mean?”
“Well, the way Tiger Prides work is we have a leader, an alpha that we call the Neta. His mate is the Nari, and together they lead the group-”
“Wait, Tiger Shifter groups are called Prides? Like Lions?”
Lance hissed. He was not a fucking pansy-ass Lion. His inner beast rose, chuffed, and growled at the suggestion. But he backed off once he understood his mate was asking questions.
“No, not like Lions,” he scoffed, “We are way cooler than Lions! Those overgrown house cats can’t even comprehend our awesomeness.”
“Is that so?” she laughed.
“Damn straight,” he insisted, loving the sound of her laughter as she tried to stifle her giggles.
“Okay, easy. Tigers are cooler than Lions.”
“Way cooler.”
“Fine, way cooler. You happy now?”
“Yes,” he held her gaze in his.
Was it him, or did the temperature just rise by about a hundred degrees? The robe she was wearing opened slightly as she wiggled in her seat. Giving him an unobstructed view of the swell of her breasts.
Fuck beef and broccoli. Lance was hungry for something else. His mate, and her amazing wonderland of a body.
She was soft and supple. All welcoming warmth and silky skin. Anna fit him like a glove. She smiled and bit her lip. brushing her still damp hair behind her ears. The movement caused the robe to open wider, baring more of her bountiful breasts to his starving eyes.
“Annalia,” he growled her name and stood.
“Yeah,” she raised her eyebrow tauntingly.
The little she-Cat knew exactly what she was doing. He stalked over to her side, turning her chair around. Lance tugged her upright by the knot in her belt and Annalia hissed through her teeth. The sound of her wild she-Cat made his cock even harder.
“Want you, mate,” he rubbed his nose against hers.
“Oh really?” she grinned.
Lance nodded, nuzzling her face to the side, but the minx avoided his kiss. He followed the trail she laid out, but always, she evaded him at the end. The chase was sweet, but he’d had enough playing.
Lance grabbed the sides of the robe and pushed it off her shoulders, leaving it bunched at the belt around her waist. Annalia seemed to like his impatience. The scent of her cream invaded his nostrils and he growled harder.
Frustrated and horny as fuck, he didn’t let go of her belt, couldn’t for fear he’d drop her as she leaned back. She trusted him to keep her upright as she cupped her own breasts, lifting them high for his pleasure.
“This what you want?” she teased.
“Want you now,” he growled.
Anna stood straight once more, and he reached for her. Almost, so close, his hands opened, but she skittered away.
“Lance?” she called, squeezing and fondling her nipples, moaning as she tugged on the hard nubbins, “Remember my rules, no touching till I say. Mmm, this feels so good.”
Lance stood stock still. Holy shit. Anna was in the living room now. She opened the borrowed robe and let it fall, revealing every inch of her olive-toned skin to his hungry eyes.
Need pulsed through him, and it grew as her own lust-glazed eyes raked over his naked chest. She continued to moan and touch herself, pressing her mounds together. The sound of his Tiger’s growl filled the room, but his minx was not finished taunting him. She walked backwards. Legs hitting the couch, Anna sat down.
“Come closer,” she commanded, and his legs obeyed, “that’s far enough.”
Grrr. His Tiger was hanging on by a thread, but he was grateful for the few feet of space she granted him.
Lance wanted to see just what his little Cat had planned. Fucking hell, she was unbelievable. Anna moaned, rubbing her hands over her body.
She fondled and played until she reached her knees. Then his little innocent Annalia parted her legs, pushing them wide, but painstakingly slow. Lance wouldn’t, couldn’t blink if he tried.
Her heavy breasts swayed as she remained slightly bent forward, blocking his view of her pussy. His chest rumbled with the force of his need. Louder still when she licked her supple lips.
“Annalia,” he purred her name.
She was driving him wild. And she knew it too. It was there in the amber glint of her deep brown eyes. Next, she sat up and arched her back, pushing her breasts out towards him. The puckered nubbins beckoned him like ripe cherries waiting to be plucked.
She bit her lower lip, snagging the plump flesh between her teeth, and moved her hands up her inner thighs.
Yesssss. There it was. His prize. She drew a path in lazy circles with her fingertips. Lance followed the trail with his eyes greedily. He planned to do the same with his mouth.
But right then, he could not stop watching her fingers as they continued their maddening route towards heaven. She sucked in a breath, tracing her glistening outer lips.
Lance’s growl burst forth. More snarl now. But what was he supposed to do? She was wetting her fingertips with her own cream, moaning with delight while she petted her pretty pussy for his viewing pleasure.
“Mine,” he snarled, and his vixen moved even faster.
Quick little circles around her clit followed by a rapid tap, tap, tap. Her mouth opened wide as she panted in time with her touches. His Tiger scratched and snarled. That was his pussy, his clit, his cream.
Mine. Mine. MINE!
“Show me.”
Her voice broke through the possessive phrase that was now on permanent repeat in his brain. The Tiger in him stilled, tasting the scent of her heady arousal on the air. Lance didn’t have to be told twice.
He pounced.
Eleven
Annalia was never what you would call a sex siren. She liked sex. Loved it, in fact. She just wasn’t used to having good sex. At least, not with another person. But masturbation could only get a girl so far.
With Lance, all that changed. Her sexy, gorgeous Tiger watched her fondle and stroke her sex with greedy, hungry eyes. The second she gave him permission, he leapt across ten feet as if it were nothing, just to sink on all fours in front of her wide-open legs.
Lance knelt in front of her like a knight of old. Fuck, it was hot. He made her feel like some sort of deity to be worshipped. Annalia wasn’t done taunting him yet. She slid her cream-soaked hands to his mouth, and he licked them one at a time. His intense growl made her even more wet.