“Lance,” she moaned his name as he slid his cock between her thighs, along the crack of her ass, grazing her outer lips in a slick, sensuous tease.
“Yeah?” he growled.
The flex of his hips increased, and moisture pooled between her legs. She pushed back, trying to get him where she wanted.
Fucking sweet torture, she moaned. Anna wanted him inside her, filling her, fucking her, making her come. He was her fated mate. That instinct that drove him to the source of her pleasure was un-fucking-canny. He would always know how to touch her, where to kiss her, and when to strike.
With one enormous hand, he captured her breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers, and Anna moaned. His fangs scraped over the mating mark he’d given her and sent shockwaves of heat straight to her pussy.
“Need,” he whispered.
Licking and sucking her skin, his dick continued to tease her slit. Anna knew then things would never be any more perfect than when he was with her. All her childhood fantasies came flooding into her brain, and she decided, why the hell not?
“Will you marry me?”
The second the words spilled from her lips her mate stopped moving. Her heart thudded inside her chest. Did she read him wrong? Fuck. Why did she open her mouth?
“Uh, you don’t have to,” she tried backtracking, “It’s stupid. I’m sorry I mentioned-”
But Lance had her turned over, and himself situated between her thighs before she could finish the thought. His blue orbs glowed with his beast and his entire body trembled like a leaf on a tree. The snowstorm raging outside was nothing compared to the battle she saw taking place within him.
“Do you mean it?” his voice was thick with his beast and the emotions riding him.
“What?”
“Did you mean it when you asked me to marry you?”
Annalia swallowed the lump in her throat. Fuck it. She wasn’t a coward. It might seem ridiculous to the people who knew her. Hell, she had a tough time believing it herself, but the fact was this man was her fated mate, and what’s more, she was completely in love with him.
Nodding her head, she opened her mouth to tell him everything.
“Yes-”
But that was as far as she got before he was filling her pussy, stretching it with his cock, and crashing his lips to hers. Lance made love to her like a wild man.
Every time he touched her, it was more intense than the last. The sensations growing felt better and better. Her own she-Cat rose, taking this lovemaking as the affirmation it was.
She needed him. Like as in needed, needed. The seeds of affection had taken root, were growing each minute they spent together. And maybe it was silly, but she wanted to marry him.
She always thought adults had no use for fairytales. Her parents’ death left her sister in charge of raising her, and Sandra was not a very imaginative or demonstrative person. But Anna had always dreamt of her true love.
Now that she’d found him, she wanted to stand up in front of a crowd and speak her vows. She wanted a real wedding with a dress, and a cake, and doves. The whole shebang.
“Yes,” Lance purred while he drove into her, “Mine.”
“You’ll marry me, mate?”
“Fuck yes,” he promised.
She pushed against his chest, using her hips and newfound strength to flip positions. Once astride, she sat up. His hands reached up to cup her breasts, and she took a moment to adjust to the even deeper invasion of his incredible length.
“Ride me, baby, that’s it,” he grunted as she lifted and slammed back down, impaling herself.
Together they moved, a communion of bodies and souls, and she’d never felt so perfectly in tune with another being. But Lance was hers, and she was his. And this was only the beginning. Her love swelled within her, she acknowledged the feeling, knew in her heart it was true as his love was for her.
“Love you, mate,” he sat up, pressing his hungry mouth to hers.
It was more than a kiss. It was like oxygen. She needed it to live. Breathing him in, tasting him with her tongue, filling her womb with his seed as they rocked each other into another world, Annalia gorged herself on him.
“You’re all I will ever need,” he said, “Love you. Wanna marry you. I’ll be your husband, and you will be my wife. My mate, my love, my best friend,” he whispered as they held each other.
“I love you,” she said, and the truth of her words filled her with peace.
Inside her mind’s eye, she saw her Tigress with his own magnificent animal. Together they lay under the shade of a tree in that metaphysical plane where the two existed. Their matebond pulsed around them, a thick blue rope that glowed with love and happiness.
Life was full of changes and turns, the unexpected was about the only thing a person could count on. Annalia had not been lucky for most of her life, but this, this blew everything else away.
“This is just the beginning,” Lance whispered.
“It’s been purrfect so far,” she grinned.
And she meant it. They were purrfectly bound as one unit, one love, mates forever.
The end.
Gerri stretched as she looked through her mail. One thick envelop stood out among the rest.
“How nice,” she smiled as she read the invitation.
Spring Weddings were lovely. She had just the gift for Annalia and Lance too. Since neither one of them was a good chef, they’d no doubt appreciate the cookbook filled with her own recipes and the brand new 6-quart Insta-pot she planned to send.
The Maverick Pride was growing in leaps and bounds. One of her most successful groups, she mused. Her eyes travelled over the other pile of letters, and a frown touched her electric blue eyes as she came across one of her itineraries.
Whenever travelling the Garden State, Gerri chose to be driven by Falcon Limousine Service with Hank, the business’ owner, as her trusted driver. But it looked like Hank was taking a hiatus.
Hmm.
Hank Garrett was the son of a very good friend of Gerri’s from long ago. He’d worked hard to build his company and only drove her around himself because of that relationship. And yet, he’d refused her offer. Stating repeatedly, he needed no help finding his mate. But the clock was ticking for the Falcon Shifter.
Eventually, he’d be calling, and as always, Gerri would be ready.
“I know what you need, Hank Garret,” she clucked her tongue to her empty apartment, “Call me when you’re ready.”
About the Author
Hi! I’m C.D. Gorri, Steamy Paranormal Romance and Urban Fantasy/YA Author, Creator of the Grazi Kelly Universe. I am proud to be a Smashwords USA Today Happy Ever After Hot List Indie Author! I’ve always been an avid reader, and I have a profound love for books and literature. When I’m not writing or taking care of my family I can usually be found with a book or tablet in my hand. I live in my home state of New Jersey with my husband, our children, and our dogs, Dash and Chewie.
I’m a busy mom of three and finding time for leisurely reading was never easy, so I write stories that are fast-paced, yet detailed with satisfying conclusions. If I thought making time to read was difficult, I was in for a huge surprise when I started writing, but now that I started, I can’t picture myself doing anything else! I love writing powerful women and strong heroes who face relatable problems in supernatural settings! I plan on increasing the GK Universe with each and every story I publish. You can follow me on social media to keep up to date on all my new releases and events!