Yes! She wanted to agree to all of that and more, and the unexpected turn of her thoughts sent a spiral of lust, instead of the panic she’d expected.
She gave a show of pondering even as her heart bloomed with emotion. The rugged Alpha jaguar managed to get under her skin with his kindness and his playfulness. Oh and the toe-curling sex didn’t hurt. It just added fuel to the fire of fascination he wove around her. While she gazed into his eyes, a glimmer of an idea took hold.
“Lie back on the mattress,” she said.
He raised a perfect eyebrow in question, his eyes glinting, but he didn’t open his mouth and instead scooted backward and lay in a deceptively tame posture.
His cock rose from his thick curls and her breath hitched at the way she’d taken him in earlier. His lust seemed as insatiable as hers and for once she was glad of his stamina. With a smile she hoped was sexy, she scooted closer to him.
“This is gonna be interesting.”
She pursed her mouth. “Depends.”
“On what?”
“On how good you are.”
“I’m good. No, I’m the best. Every female told me so.” His choked, rumbling voice belied his amused and yet, pained expression.
The thought of him with other females made her growl her displeasure, before she recalled the threads of gossip that had reached her ears—about his gentlemanly treatment of them, complaining that he probably swung the other side. She bit back a giggle. No freaking way in hell was he anything but straight. She’d bet her Alpha status on that. “I’m sure you were.” She snorted and blew over his twitching cock and raked his balls with a finger.
“I can’t promise to be good when you aren’t.”
His warm length jerked in her palms and she stared at the huge cock that’d filled her so completely a short time before. Cream gushed between her thighs. She wanted him already.
“Okay, answer this,” she said, ignoring the hitch in his breath. “If I want you inside me and fully this time…”
His desperate gaze locked with hers. “I’ll use a frigging condom.”
“You think that’d hold?”
“No.”
The tic in his jaw and the way his muscles tensed fascinated her. “Don’t they say necessity is the mother of invention?”
He groaned. “I might spank you until I cum. Is that inventive enough?”
“Ooh. That’s kinky. You need a paddle?”
“Stop teasing me, honey. Or I might take you up on your offer.”
“Oh!”
“Exactly. Take me in before I die of a stiff dick. I’ll find a way to give you what you want.”
There was only one way to ensure that—to take her completely—and she hoped he’d understood her hidden meaning. She positioned herself above him, until his cock teased her entrance.
His grip bruised her hips, but she locked her eyes with his and slid down on him.
He growled, but his muscles bunched as he supposedly refrained himself from bucking into her. By allowing her control, he considered her an equal.
The realization hit at the same instant she impaled herself on his cock.
Both of them grunted and she moaned with the new position, the fullness stretching her to impossible limits. Her head swam as she lifted herself and sank on him again.
He filled her body, her mind and slowly crept into her heart with every thrust. She leaned forward, his soft chest hair tickling her breasts and providing an erotic contrast to the silken glide of his cock within her. Her body trembled from riding him and her thigh muscles protested the new movement. The friction from the base of his cock hitting her clit with every move kept her spiraling higher and higher, where only her sensations remained.
Her jaguar nudged her senses, waking up in the throes of her passion, and she gave in, letting her wild side take control. To decide if her beast could accept the male as her human side did.
She reared back, her canines ready to go and she bent to his neck. Laving, tasting the tender spot. An instant more and her teeth would pierce his skin and he’d be marked as hers.
Her common sense urged her to go slow, her brain clamored a warning. For once, she followed her heart.
The walls of her sex clenched, pulling him in as her body geared up for flight. The throb of his blood, his heartbeat and his cock matched in their erratic rhythm.
Take me.
His voice whispered in her mind. She struggled for a deep breath as the flames of her orgasm licked her and then, she let go. Her teeth pierced his skin and he froze for a brief instant, before letting out a harsh groan and pounding harder, his ramrod-stiff cock pushing up and into her sex, time and time again. His blood rushed into her lips at the same moment the sun exploded behind her eyelids, searing her with its intensity and she shook with the overwhelming force of her climax.
Xander!
I’m right here, sugar.
He heard her for real? Only soul-mates could hear the other without words. Startled beyond her wildest imaginings, she unlatched and slowed down.
His frantic thrusts bounced her, but a second later, muscles tensing, he held himself still and speared her with his gaze, as if as stunned as she. His heart thundered beneath her fingertips. She threw her head back, and felt her muscles squeezing his cock, not willing to let go. She wanted him to come inside her, complete the mating, but the call of her beast was too strong to ignore.
Her nails extended and her body shuddered. She eyed the door and the stairs just as her jaguar emerged.
Chapter Seven
Xander’s heart thundered in his ears while his brain seemed to be suspended in a fog.
She’d marked him?
His breathing barely slowed as his mind sluggishly processed the fact when her transformation began.
Within an instant, a majestic jaguar snapped at him from beside the bed.
He held himself immobile, giving her time while she paused, her face wrinkling to assimilate the mixed senses and to decide he wasn’t a threat.
Hell, even he didn’t understand what he was to her. Her lover? Her mate? Or just one night of sex? He carried her mark on his neck!
Cobalt eyes flashed at him in recognition and she sniffed once more before turning her back to him, tail swishing to and fro.
As if he needed to prove himself worthy of her all over again. What game was she playing? Did she want him to mate with her? Mark her? His mind took time to come down from his lust-induced fog, but his cock had no qualms about staying revved up, ready to take on the world.
Her soft coat rippled, the rosettes catching the light and she growled before bounding down the stairs, issuing an unmistakable invitation.
Shit!
His jaguar rose to the challenge, eager, randy and more than ready to subdue her. An answering growl erupting out of his chest, he leaped toward the stairs. His muscles realigned in an instant, the pain of his shift hardly registering and he roared into the darkness even as he whipped outside her door and into the forests beyond. His eyes adjusted to the lack of light and unerringly, he followed her trail. Darting between the hemlock trees, he traced the same path she’d taken.
Her essence, mingled with pheromones and her unique fragrance created havoc on his libido, and the hunger that rose within him wouldn’t be quenched, until he rutted her to oblivion.
The soft yowl came from the left. There! Past the shrubs, in the small clearing near the creek, Karintha stood with her head held high, regal even as a jaguar, a dark silhouette in the pale moonlight. Noiseless, he dodged the pine needles on the uneven, leaf-strewn ground, and avoiding the rough bark of the tall trees, he sprinted in her direction.