She was taunting him, daring him to act. Never had she been so bold, never with anyone else. She couldn’t even imagine it.
Anna had never stripped for her lover, touched herself for him. It wasn’t in her nature to be so adventurous and daring. Well, it wasn’t before. Raw and dirty were things she’d always been curious about.
But they were secret fantasies of hers. Sort of like having a gorgeous man kneel between her thick thighs. And Lance was fucking gorgeous. Big, sexy, and sweet and he wanted her. She knew that for fact.
He inhaled deeply, holding in his breath as if to savor her scent. The way he wanted her was so fucking hot. With a subtle flex of her hips, she enticed him forward.
Need, arousal, burning lust, and buds of affection swelled up inside of her. Her sex clenched on air, begging to be filled. She’d started out teasing him, but now she was the one silently begging for his attentions.
She didn’t know what came over her. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. She knew what, but some things were plain unbelievable. She pinched herself on her outer thigh, just to be certain.
“Mine,” growled her mate.
Mine. Mate, her beast answered.
Mate?
Yes, mate, her inner Tigress growled her response.
Holy fucking shit. Annalia was a Shifter now. She had a big, stripedy, furry-ass she-Cat speaking inside of her head. And the animal wanted two things.
One, for her mate to stop fucking around and get to it already. He was still just looking at her. Mesmerized or so it seemed by her needy pink bits.
Two, her Cat wanted to bite him. Like a piercing-the-flesh, swallowing-his-blood, marking-him-as-hers bite. Her human heart might have trouble reconciling the fact that in under forty-eight hours she was totally ready to commit to the man, but her she-Cat was more than ready. The beast wanted to claim and be claimed.
Her pussy ached with the need to be filled. This level of desire was burning her alive. The she-Cat inside her hissed and growled. She wanted to get right down to the part where he fucked her stupid, filled her with his cubs, and they lived happily ever after.
Easy, she told that new part of herself. Let’s just have some fun.
Mine, snarled the Cat.
“So beautiful,” grunted Lance, “Gonna taste now.”
Then he was leaning forward, his hot breath on her thigh, and all thought fled her brain. His tongue swept over her lips, parting them, sliding inside. He growled against her, making her vibrate with the force of the sound.
Fucking hell, the man was purring as he lapped at her center. Better than any vibrator. Head back, she moaned and rocked her hips in time with his licks.
Lance was a motherfucking cunnilingus god. Even more, he treated her better than any other man ever had. He really listened to what she had to say and opened up about himself too. He was supportive, caring, never condescending or conceited. And he never, ever made her feel like she wasn’t enough.
On the contrary, he made her weak-kneed with all the soulful stares and the questions he asked about her. He even supported her when she’d stood up to Sandra and Glenn. Not taking over, or trying to rescue her, he let her handle it. He believed she could, and that was amazing.
“Oh god,” she moaned aloud as he added one finger, then two to her sheath.
Stroking them along her g-spot, Lance purred as he flicked her clit with his tongue. He used everything he had. Lips, tongue, fangs, fingers. Lance was not holding back, but he was taking his time.
Fuck, it was so good. Purring loudly, the vibrations coming from his mouth rocked her like her own personal massager. And she loved every bit of it. Then he scraped one long fang along her swollen clit, and Annalia saw stars. She was one big explosion of pleasure.
Every single atom that made up her being scattered into oblivion. Pulling his hair, she held him in place, rocking her hips, pressing her pussy firmly to his mouth, riding out wave after wave of unending bliss.
He lifted his head, slowed the plundering of his fingers, and grinned. Evidence of her pleasure coated his lips and chin, but Annalia wasn’t embarrassed. Still holding onto his hair, she pulled him forward.
Crushing her mouth to his, tasting her own desire on his lips, her hands traveled down his hard chest and the rippling muscles of his abs until she found it. His cock was long and thick, pulsing in his grip as she guided him to her slick, swollen heat.
“Fuck me, now,” she commanded.
Lance wasn’t smiling anymore. Claws gripping her hips, he thrusted his pelvis forward until he filled her all the way to the hilt. The curve of her body hanging half-way off the couch allowed him to slide deep, so deep. Annalia’s beast roared in pure joy.
“Yes,” she moaned aloud, and clung to his shoulders with her sharp nails digging into his skin.
“Mine,” his voice was no more than gasps, but she loved it, needed it.
The stark possession in the word called to her she-Cat. She wanted to be his, knew it was where she belonged. The absolute certainty stunned her, but she welcomed it. How marvelous to be so sure, she thought with wonder. And she was sure. Lance was her fated mate, and she was his.
Mine, mine, mine.
He growled and moaned with each thrust, pulling whimpers and cries from her lips as his massive cock stroked every nerve ending inside her slick sheath. Cupping her ass, he lifted her higher until he was standing.
“Shit, I’m too heavy,” she worried aloud, wrapping her legs around his waist.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he growled and pressed her up against the wall.
Arms wrapped around his neck, she kissed his mouth as he continued to move. The ridges along his cock stroked her sensitive flesh as he drove in and out of her heat.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, she whimpered.
Her pleasure grew and her Tigress surged forward. It had to be at the right moment. She knew that instinctively. The moment her orgasm began, her sheath tightened around his cock, gripping him like a vise. Then Annalia struck.
Wrapping her jaws around his right shoulder, she pierced his tender flesh, giving him her mating mark. Lance cried out. His cock grew bigger, harder inside of her with the strength of his orgasm.
“Mate,” he roared the word, and her Tigress went nuts.
The beast roared proudly as blood filled her mouth, hot and sweet with hints of his own wintergreen scent. She swallowed it down like the animal she was, then released him, and licked the wounds closed.
Still trembling with the force of their coming together, Lance somehow managed to get them to the bedroom.
“That was,” she was still panting, trying to get a hold of her breathing.
“Yeah,” he nuzzled her cheek, “Need your pump?”
“No,” she smiled, and meant it.
This breathlessness was entirely welcome.
Twelve
“What if they don’t like me?”
“How could anyone not like you?” Lance looked at his gorgeous mate as if she’d lost her freaking mind.
“I don’t know, Lance, I am not exactly a people person.”
“Baby, you are amazing, and you’re mine. They will love you.”
He still couldn’t believe she’d said yes. Sure, he’d jumped the gun when he’d claimed her. Hadn’t at all explained what it meant to be his. After she’d gone through the Puspa, he thought for sure, she’d be pissed as hell.