willowy.
When she bent to unfasten her shoes and remove the last of her clothing, he saw that a green dragon nanotat, which matched her eyes, wound around her ribs and up her back. The tattoo moved beneath her skin, the beast looking real. Another nanotat, this one a small monarch butterfly, fluttered on one hip. A tiny gem sparkled from her navel. Interesting. He wanted to tug on it with his teeth and see if she gasped. He wanted to lick the tats, slide his tongue over every delicious micrometer of her smooth body.
Anticipation made his heart pound and his cock ache, but he schooled himself to patience. He was very good at waiting for the right moment to act.
She stepped toward him, her body a study in feline grace, the light kissing her skin as she moved. When she was within a meter of him, he held up his hand. “Stop.”
A pale brow lifted at the command, but she obeyed. She slipped a fingertip down her cleavage, around her belly button, and over the butterfly nanotat. “Does the pretty birdie just want to watch? I can put on a very good show.”
Her smile and her movements were too practiced. He didn’t want to be seduced as he was sure she’d done with other men. They might have been satisfied with that, but he was her mate. He wanted her genuine reaction.
And he would have it. Now.
Crooking his finger, he had her bend toward him. When she was within reach, he bracketed her jaw in his fingers, holding her in place. She went rigid, her muscles tensing. His lips brushed over hers gently, and he could feel her tiny jolt of surprise.
Her eyes fluttered closed as he licked his way into her mouth, and he shut his eyes to focus on the flavor of her. His mate. His tongue twined with hers, and the taste of her sank into his senses. He’d never rid his mouth or memory of the essence of her, some instinct locking it in forever.
He let his free hand skim over her shoulder, his fingertips brushing her collarbone before slipping down to the upper slope of her breast. He cupped the curve, rubbing the pad of his thumb over her velvety crest. A grunt of pleasure came from his chest as he was rewarded by the tightening of her nipple. The little point stabbed into his palm, and he flicked his nail over it. She made a tiny noise in the back of her throat, set her hands on his naked thighs, and raked her teeth over his lower lip.
The scent of her wetness reached his nostrils, and he bit back a smile. Didn’t think he could turn her on, did she? This wasn’t going to be a duty she suffered through.
Then her fingers slipped up his leg to wrap around his dick. He groaned at the contact, her touch enough to make his thoughts evaporate into nothingness. It was a reaction he’d never had with a woman before. He didn’t like her effect on him so soon, yet he wanted more.
He broke the kiss, his chest heaving with each breath. Clinging to his control by the thinnest thread, he pulled her hand away from him. He wanted it wild and possessive, but he wanted her with him every moment of the ride. Everything within him screamed with the need to claim. The woman was his, whether she knew it or not, whether she accepted it or not. She’d just have to get used to it.
So would he.
Shaking away the disturbing thought, he forced his mind to focus on the task at hand. Fucking his mate for the first time. He sank to his knees before her, lifting one of her legs over his shoulder.
She wavered on her foot, but the cat kept her balance. “Wh-what are you doing?”
He just flashed her a wicked grin, set his mouth against her sex, and licked.
She screamed, high and thin, standing on tiptoe to get away from his mouth, but her fingers fisted in his hair, holding him to her. He chuckled against her clit, and she moaned.
The sweetness of her flooded his tongue, and he drank the wetness that coated her sex. He worked her with his lips, teeth, and tongue…suckling, tasting, biting gently. He cupped her ass in his palms, pulling her closer to him. She gasped, the muscles in her legs shaking against him. Her pussy contracted around his tongue, her cream slipping over his taste buds.
“I-I…Hunter, Hunter, Hunter!”
Hearing her scream his name made lust burn through him, made his cock harden to the point of pain. If he didn’t get inside her soon, he was going to explode. He hummed against her clit, nipping at the little nub. He moved one hand up her thigh until he could stroke her damp lips and ease his finger into her tight pussy. He added a second digit, loving the snug clasp of her inner walls. Her hands tugged on his hair as he began pumping his fingers inside her. Hard.
The frantic sounds she made told him exactly how close she was to orgasm, and he worked her faster and faster with his hand and mouth. He wanted to feel her come against his lips, wanted to taste her satisfaction. Pulling his fingers from her pussy, he trailed the moisture to her anus and teased the rim of the small pucker.
“Hunter…” She shuddered in his arm, her hips pressing back into his hand.
He bit her clit and sank his thumb into her ass. She screamed as she came hard. He continued to move his tongue and fingers over her, in her, until she moaned and pulled at his hair. Her hands closed over his shoulders, pushing weakly. He chuckled, licking and suckling. The taste of her would drive him mad.
With sudden force, she shoved him back and toppled him onto the area rug. He frowned as his back hit the floor. “This isn’t what—”
“I don’t care.” Passion flushed her face and made her eyes sparkle. “I want to fuck you right now, and I’m not going to wait until you’re ready. Deal with it.”
He grinned, folded his arms behind his head, and licked her wetness from his lips with relish. “Then by all means, have your way with me.”
She laughed, a low husky sound that made his cock throb. “I will.”
Straddling his hips, she positioned her herself above him and closed her fingers around his dick to stroke the shaft. She rubbed the head over her slick lips. He gritted his teeth until they ached, the muscles in his neck cording as he fought the need to slam home into her tight heat.
She sank down on him slowly, squirming and twisting her hips until he was encased in her pussy.
Perfect. Deus, it was fucking perfect.
His hands lifted to cup her pert breasts, his thumbs chafing her dusky pink nipples until they were tight and flushed. Her hips rolled against his, lifting and lowering herself on his cock. The slickness between her legs coated his shaft, and the glide was so smooth he had to laugh.
Bracing her hands on his chest, she leaned forward to change the angle of his penetration. He groaned, arching between her slim thighs to rock his pelvis into hers. She shuddered, her claws extending to dig into his pecs. He grinned. “Watch the claws, kitten.”
She blinked and withdrew them. “Ah. Didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“A little scratching from a pretty she-cat isn’t even enough to qualify as real pain.” He rolled his hips, grinding his teeth to keep from coming before she did.
He’d never had to fight so hard for control in his life. It was unsettling, but he didn’t have the time or attention to spare to examine it.
She clenched her inner muscles around his cock and laughed when he groaned. The sound hit his chest like a blow, and watching her
