A Game of Cat & Mouse (13 page)

His hands trailed upward, taking the silky blue material with it and revealing a barely-there panty before becoming

smooth flesh again. When he reached her ribcage, Caleb bent to place small nibbles along her ribs before teasing the underside of each breast. Her soft mewls of

satisfaction echoed in the room, making his already erect shaft pulsate with need.

Caleb laid his head on her chest and took a deep breath as he calmed himself. The smell of her arousal permeated the room.

Smell was not most acute sense, but he could still smell her need.

Finally calm, and sure that he wouldn’t spill his seed like an untried youth, he continued baring and licking the flesh of her torso. Miranda’s breasts were lovely, small mounds tipped in pale pink nipples, now distended and waiting for his mouth to taste. Pulling the rest of her gown over her head, he shook the whipped cream can and covered her breasts in the fluffy white confection. Miranda gasped as the cooled whipped cream coated her breasts.

“Shh, sweetheart,” he cooed when she began to writhe and moans spilled from her mouth. “I’ll take care of you.”

Caleb grabbed her hands in a gentle yet firm grasp and pinned them above her head when she trailed them down to the apex of her thighs. His little Miranda wasn’t used to prolonged foreplay, but he would teach her. He nipped her jaw before returning his attention to her whipped cream-covered breasts. Caleb cleaned her breasts of the creamy confection, leaving the nipples untouched.

Miranda arched her back, and Caleb

blew a breath over each of her nipples.

“Caleb, please!”

Caleb brought himself face to face with his mate.

“What is it, sweetheart?” Careful to keep from touching her nipples, he nipped and licked her torso. Miranda’s keening wail echoed through the room.

“Please, Caleb, you have to touch them,”

Caleb kissed her on the lips, swallowing the whimper. .

“Have to touch what, sweetheart?”

“My nipples, Caleb!” Miranda cried

without hesitation, a true testament of her state of arousal.

“With my fingers?” Caleb asked with fake innocence.

Miranda leaned up and nipped his jaw.

“Suck on them, Caleb!”

Caleb kissed her on the mouth again, briefly, because his mate needed

something. He took the first distended nubbin into his mouth and cleaned it of the remaining whipped cream. Miranda

screamed when he sucked the nipple deep into his mouth, allowing his tongue to flick across the tender morsel. Leaving it with a gentle nip, Caleb turned his attention her other nipple.

Caleb could feel her hips undulating under him as he worked her nipples

alternating between the two. He was awed when Miranda tensed before a low groan broke from her throat. Never releasing his hold on her nipple, he trailed one hand down to the apex of her thighs, groaning aloud at the feel of her soaked panties. Caleb pulled the small scrap guarding her core aside and inserted two fingers into her sheath, surprised to find she was coming.

Caleb released her nipple and kissed her gently as she came down from the surprise orgasm, her breathing labored and coming in pants. Caleb withdrew his fingers and sucked Miranda’s juices from them before petting her flank as she came back slowly.

Miranda smiled, her brown eyes barely visible underneath her half-masted

eyelids.

“Better, sweetheart?”

Miranda pulled at her hands, still

restrained by his, and Caleb released her.

Miranda wound her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss, taking delicate forays into his mouth with her tongue. Caleb pulled back when her little hands pushed at his chest, guiding him back to the mattress.

“My turn,” Miranda said as she straddled his waist, her now-reddened breasts drawing his attention.

Miranda picked up the can of whipped cream, and a devilish smile crossed her face. Could a man be any luckier?

***

Miranda could still feel the small

aftershocks from her orgasm – surprised to say the least that one could come from just foreplay. Now with Caleb lying on the bed at her mercy, researching such a

phenomenon was the furthest from her mind. Miranda pulled his shirt from his pants and allowed her hands to smooth over his skin as she revealed each

delectable muscle. Miranda loved his hard body with its well-define musculature.

Caleb raised his torso, aiding her in removing his shirt. Miranda bent and nibbled at the place where his neck met his shoulder. She couldn’t wait to mark that place for all to see that he belonged to her.

Caleb tensed under her as she scraped her teeth across the spot she had decided to mark.

“Miranda?”

She knew what he was asking. Lifting her head, she placed a sweet kiss on his mouth before looking into his eyes.

“Mine,” she whispered with a nod. Caleb grasped her face and took her mouth in a fiery kiss. Miranda was helpless against his onslaught as his tongue dueled with hers, delving deep within the recesses of her mouth.

Miranda moaned and settled her body more firmly along his. Her soaking wet mound delighted in the feel of his pant-clad erection teasing her as he shifted his hips. Miranda rubbed her body against his, the sensation of his chest brushing gently against her super-sensitive nipples almost too much to bear, but it was too good to stop.

Miranda broke away, desperate for a taste of him. She slid down his body and unbuttoned his jeans, never happier he went commando then right then as his shaft burst free. Miranda clasped it in her hands and forewent the whipped cream.

Instead, she lapped at the beads that oozed from the tip of his hard shaft, delighting in the flavor of her mate.

Without preamble, she sucked as much of his length into her mouth as she could.

Caleb yelped, and his hands tangled within her hair, his hips lifting, sending his shaft deeper. Miranda relaxed her throat and pulled back almost to the tip before taking him deep again. Caleb allowed her a few more passes before he pulled gently and insistently on her hair. Miranda released his cock with a pop but did not have time to be disappointed. Caleb sat up, grabbed her under the arms, and handled her as easily as a child placing her back against the mattress before rising above her.

Caleb’s eyes glowed, proof that his cougar was close. Caleb smiled, revealing the teeth of a predator. His hands found her waist, and his now-extended claws made quick removal of her panties. It’s a good thing I did not like those, she thought as the scraps of underwear flew over Caleb’s back. Miranda faced the predator that Caleb was and basked at her ability to make him lose control so completely. She didn’t fear him because she knew he would never hurt her.

One moment her vagina begged to be

filled, clenching at nothing. In the next, Caleb entered her in one thrust, her tissues stretching at his quick entry. She was far too wet for his abrupt entry to hurt; instead, she arched her back, hoping to take him deeper. Caleb’s balls slapped against her buttocks as he bottomed out, the tip of his dick kissing her cervix.

Caleb bent over Miranda, his mouth

zeroing in on the place where her shoulder and neck met. He scraped his now

lengthened canines across the flesh, and she couldn’t quiet the chant that screamed through her mind. Bite me! Bite me! Make me yours! The one thing that had scared her beyond all reason before now became the thing she didn’t think she could live without.

Caleb purred before clamping down,

without breaking the skin, and Miranda’s vaginal muscles clenched in anticipation of his bite. Caleb gathered her thighs in his arms, spreading her wider, and Miranda moaned when he penetrated even deeper.

Caleb growled then began to slam in and out of her sheath. Miranda clutched his shoulders as each pistoning motion increased her pleasure. Her nails

scratched his shoulders, and his thrusts became more and more forceful. Miranda could feel her pleasure start to climb again, but it was elusive, standing on the sidelines as if waiting.

“Caleb!”

Unable to stand it any longer, Miranda lifted her head and bit down on her reserved spot, the coppery taste of blood coating her tongue. Caleb released his hold on her shoulder to release a long feline hiss. Miranda could feel her soul reach for his, begging him to become part of her.

Caleb didn’t let her wait long as his teeth sank deep. Miranda screamed as the white-hot pain became searing pleasure.

Caleb’s hips began to piston, each

movement more forceful than the last.

The culmination that had once stood out of her reach broke through as their souls melded, becoming one. It was just as her mother had told her it would be. One second it’s like nothing is missing and then the next a feeling of completeness so sublime washed over her, making her wonder how she’d ever lived before.

Miranda cried out in fulfillment and could feel Caleb bathing her channel in his seed as he too reached climax.

Caleb released her shoulder and licked at the mark he’d created. She moaned as each lick sent shards of pleasure through her core. Caleb searched her eyes, a mix of worry and happiness shining in their golden brown depths. “What’s wrong, Caleb?” She could not fathom anything being wrong, but something was bothering him.

“Was I too rough?”

Miranda giggled and kissed his lips.

Caleb still looked worried. Miranda sighed.

“I believe I’ll be sore tomorrow, but the good kind of sore.” Caleb eased himself from her thighs, and Miranda hissed at the feel of him sliding over her sensitive flesh.

Caleb went to the bathroom and

returned with a washcloth he used to wash her gently before climbing into the bed with the strawberries and whipped cream.

He lay beside her and decorated one strawberry with whipped cream before offering it to her. Miranda ate the offered fruit and giggled when he lapped at the juice that ran down her chin.

Later, after Caleb cleaned up the

strawberries and whipped cream, Miranda snuggled deep into his embrace and

couldn’t think of a happier time.

“I love you,” Miranda whispered as she traced the mark she’d made on his

shoulder.

Caleb kissed her forehead and said, “I love you, too.”

***

Aspen lay in bed, her thoughts jumbled with the need to be with her mate and hurt over him denying her. Anger sparked when she thought of the way he’d made love to her. No, that hadn’t been making love; it’d been just fucking. How could he deny the pull that she knew he felt?

A tear slipped down her cheek. She didn’t care that he was a wolf; her cougar begged for him. Aspen couldn’t stand living in the same town with him, having him so close but so out of reach. So, she’d packed up, left, and hoped her old pride would welcome her back.

Seeing the love that Caleb and Miranda shared only made Aspen lonelier and she wished for the same thing they shared.

Aspen curled into a ball and allowed herself to cry. She always found slumber after crying herself to sleep. Not that it was comforting since she dreamed only of him.

***

Brenna couldn’t believe she’d not read the Governing Laws of the Pride sooner. If she had, then she could have saved herself a lot of headache.

When Zackary delivered the message

that Caleb wanted a pride meeting, Brenna knew that he would be officially introducing that bitch Miranda as his mate. However, equipped with knowledge such as this, Brenna was sure that Miranda wouldn’t walk away in one piece, let alone be alpha female.

Brenna poured herself another drink to celebrate her impending alpha status.

Because, not only would she be alpha female, she would eradicate Caleb and become the pride alpha. Nothing would stand in her way, especially not one tiny little mouse.

Caleb woke with Miranda’s buttocks

pressed against his hard shaft. He traced the bite mark that marred her otherwise perfect skin, declaring to the world that she belonged to him. She moaned in her sleep and arched her back, rubbing her glorious backside against his hardened shaft.

Caleb wanted to take Miranda with

every fiber of his being, but a part of him knew that she would be sore today,

especially after his rough treatment last night. But when she’d bitten him to stake her claim, he’d lost control. For a man who almost never lost control, it was a heady experience to be a slave to his desire for her. She didn’t shirk away, though. No, his little mouse had scratched and begged for more.

Caleb trailed the hand that curled

around her waist down to the apex of her thighs and tunneled through the curls guarding her femininity. Caleb parted folds, delighted to find her already wet.

Dipping his fingers into her core, he teased her sensitive tissues with his fingers before pulling them free to suck her juices.

Delicious.

Easing from behind her, he rolled

Miranda to her back and parted her thighs.

Her curls glistened in arousal and still she slept, the occasional sigh escaping her lips. He settled himself comfortably between her thighs and took in her pale pink flesh, flushed from arousal. Whatever she was dreaming, the images were

making Miranda hot and bothered. Her core clenched as if asking to be filled.

Over the next few months, they would need to make love often to reaffirm the bond that they’d formed last night. It was common for a newly mated couple to feel the need for frequent lovemaking for the first few years. At this moment, Caleb couldn’t think of a time when he would decline a chance to make love to this woman.

Caleb nipped the insides of both thighs before taking a quick swipe from core to her tiny nubbin of pleasure. Miranda mewled in her sleep and lifted her hips.

Caleb sucked on her nether lips before turning his attention to her clit. He let his tongue take small jabs at her clit before circling it gently. Hands tunneled into his hair, and her hips moved more insistently.

Miranda’s folds glistened with the arousal that leaked from her core. Caleb gathered more of her juices with his tongue.