A White Cougar Christmas (2 page)

“It’s a nice night for a run.”

“Is that where we are going?” That hadn’t been what she had in mind but she couldn’t exactly invite him back to the house she shared with two of her sisters. The few affairs she indulged in were always kept discreet no matter how long they lasted.

“Maybe another time. That’s my place right there.” He pointed to a small house nestled in the trees at the opposite end of the parking lot. She hadn’t even noticed it before now. In her defense, it was an unremarkable tan building that blended into the landscape, except for one thing. Surprisingly, he’d strung white twinkling Christmas lights along the porch railing that now beckoned them to enter.

“Nice lights.”

He shrugged. “I’m not immune to a little Christmas cheer now and then.”

He opened the door and ushered her inside in front of him. At the threshold she paused for a fraction of a second before she gave in to the need, or the cougar, clawing at her insides.

Inside his home she admired the fact that while sparsely furnished with cream-colored leather furniture, an average sized flat screen television that took up very little space and a dinette table for two, it was clean and orderly. Just the kind of place she would have if she lived on her own. “Do you live here alone?”

“Yep. It’s not fancy but it’s home and I like it. Plus it’s close to work so I don’t have much of a commute.” The slight smile he gave her did something weird to her stomach. She’d say it fluttered but she was most definitely not a fluttering kind of woman.

Without waiting for a response, he moved over to the Christmas tree and turned on the lights, which cast a soft glow over the room. “I don’t know what brought you to my bar tonight but I’m grateful for whatever it was.” Dean moved close and removed the jacket from her shoulders. His hand brushed her bare shoulders for a split second, sending a heated shudder down her spine.

Her heart tripped at the look in his eyes. The lust and want shone bright and she sighed in anticipation. “I didn’t want to be alone for Christmas,” she admitted.

“You don’t have to be anymore.” He gripped her shoulders and pulled her flush against him. His fingertips pressed against her bare back, eliciting a small tremor in response. He caught her hip with one hand and held her still. He lowered his head until his lips were inches from hers. “You never have to be alone.”

This close his scent overwhelmed and weakened her. Niki stared up at him, a strong sense of vulnerability washing over her. There was no fighting the pull between them even if she wanted to. She didn’t. He pressed his lips against hers, running his tongue along the seam until she opened on a soft gasp. He darted inside, stroking and licking. Niki’s mind whirled with sensations; the tongue devouring her mouth that tasted like heat and spice, the hands that pulled her tight against him, and the stiff erection that pressed insistently against her abdomen. Her fingers flattened against the contours of his chest. Body heat emanated through the material of his shirt, soaking into her skin. With her head spinning, she focused on the beat of his heart under her hands. It pounded faster than she expected, almost in exact rhythm with her own. Together they were spiraling toward the inevitable.

She had a strange feeling something important was about to happen.

Dean had only meant to give her a reassuring kiss to ease the tension he sensed inside her. Instead hunger for her surged, easily overtaking his control. He walked her backward a few steps until her back met the wall. He pressed his thigh between her legs while his hand slid across the leather of her small top and slipped beneath it to stroke the silky flesh of a small breast. The deepening kiss muffled her soft cry and only served to urge him deeper until their tongues twined in a fierce battle of need and will.

She tasted even better than he’d expected. Hot, sweet with a heavy dose of spice that flushed through him like a flash fire on acid. He tightened his grip as she arched into him as eager for more as he. He cupped the soft mound of her breast and thanked God he hadn’t taken the day off like he’d originally planned. Her nipples hardened to sharp points the more he explored, giving him another indication of how aroused she’d become. He moved his mouth from hers and skimmed them across her chin until her head tipped back against the wall, giving him full access to whatever he wanted. And boy did he want.

She had a body for sin and thanks to her breed, likely the penchant for hard and fast sex. For some reason he’d pegged her as a different cougar the minute he scented her. Now, her arousal soaked through her panties, filling the room with a fragrance he would never forget. The image of him devouring her from head to toe crystallized in his brain and he knew then what he’d thought would be a one-night stand with a beautiful woman would be far more.

Mate.

His lips skimmed the rise of her breasts and she purred against his head, ruffling his hair with her breath. The head of his cock swelled and flexed against his body, eager to be free of confinement. He needed to be buried inside of her more than he needed his next breath. She shifted in his arms, her breasts rubbing against his chest. A sweet movement destined to drive a man like him wild with lust. To retaliate he bent his head, nudged her halter aside and stroked his tongue over a bared nipple.

“Oh hell,” The words from her mouth fell on a long, low moan that sizzled across his skin and straight to his dick.

He lifted her into his arms and she wrapped her legs around his waist, nestling the heat of her pussy along the rigid length of his erection.

He kissed her hard, a sudden wave of possession stealing over him. Dean didn’t need to be told twice. He carried her like that to the bedroom and fell onto the bed with her. Their kiss broken, she laughed and twisted in his arms. Her tiny top slid up exposing her bare breasts and he nearly swallowed his tongue.

“You have the most exquisite breasts, honey.” He licked his lips and dipped his head, anxious to taste and tease them. He grazed her pebble hard nipples with his teeth until she squirmed and moaned underneath him. Her hands grasped at his shoulders, her nails biting into the skin of his back.

“Ahh yes, Niki. So beautiful,” he hissed as his tongue laved at the curve of her breast, continuing downward until his tongue swirled into the slight indentation of her belly button. He felt the muscles in her abdomen jerk, shooting lines of pleasure into his arms and legs and along his spine. Dean growled and scraped his teeth along her bare flesh.

He continued to move lower until he was draped across her legs and his face hovered over her skirt and panties. Pushing her skirt up and out of the way, he buried his nose against her sex, inhaling a deep breath. “Oh so sweet. I can’t wait to taste you, feel your wet flesh against my tongue.” He peeled her panties slowly down her legs before tossing them somewhere in the room. He didn’t care about anything when all he could think of was her tender, aroused pussy waiting for him.

Her thighs fell open and Dean licked his lips at the sight before him. A sprinkling of fine light blond curls covering swollen lips begging for his touch was spread out and waiting before him. No sane made could resist such perfection. He slipped his hand between her legs and pushed a single finger against her dew entrance. Fuck, she was already soaked.

“Please Dean, you’re driving me crazy.” Her breath came in excited pants now as she tilted her hips for easier access.

“Am I?” He liked that she had turned desperate for him because he was exercising every ounce of control he possessed to not rush through this. He pushed the tip of his finger just inside before he bent and licked his way from her heated entrance to her protruding clit, the flavor of her exploding on his tongue, searing into his brain forever.

She gasped and cried out his name as her fingers dug into his hair holding his head to her. Little did she know he had no intention of going anywhere. He settled further between her legs and continued his feast with licks, nibbles and small bites to her inner thighs. She squirmed and cried out as he edged her closer to release. His dick ached with the need to be buried inside her as the heat between them licked at his balls. Christ, he was never going to make it like this.

He pushed up and brought his body above hers. He looked at the creamy white skin of her beauty, so translucent she looked nearly ethereal to him. Some of her white blonde hair clung to her face where perspiration had popped out on her forehead. Staring into her eyes, loving the undisguised desire that shone there, he placed his cock head at her entrance.

“Tell me this isn’t a dream Dean. That you feel it too.” She moaned as he pushed just the tip inside her.

“No, this is definitely not a dream.”

She held her breath as he separated her folds when he pressed forward. Nerve endings ignited and a cry tore from her throat as he filled her achingly slow. A taunting pleasure swamped her until her screams turned to whimpers of pleasure when he buried himself to the hilt. Dean swooped in and captured Niki’s mouth in a fierce, hot kiss meant to sear them both together in mindless need. Their tongues slid together in an ages old competition for dominance. He ate at her like a man possessed, praying she would accept his claim.

“I want to watch you come,” he whispered, his words rougher than he expected. He speared into her body at the same time he tweaked a nipple to the edge of pain. Her orgasm built like a flash fire, sudden and combustible tearing through her with a force that took her breath away. She convulsed around his cock. The explosion went straight through to his soul until her pleasure swamped them both. He moved faster. Short hard thrusts as her pussy clenched around his hard flesh, losing his own tightly held control. Sweat slicked between their bodies.

Niki tore at the bedding underneath her while he slammed in and out of her, all control lost. He grabbed her tits and rubbed her nipples to rock hard points, drawing moans and pleas from her to keep going.

His canines poked at his lips as he snarled and bent to her shoulder. Under the onslaught of overwhelming pleasure and with the mating scent torturing his senses, Dean couldn’t resist the urge to bite.

“I’m going to come in you, baby. Now!”

“Oohh, God.” Niki cried out when he sank his teeth into her supple skin as he pumped his release into her, marking her as
his
. The resulting jerk of her hips made her pussy clamp down on his shaft until black spots swam in his vision. Niki howled and hissed while she dug her fingertips into his back, the edge of pain drawing out his pleasure. Together they rode the wave until they finally collapsed together on the bed, bodies slick with sweat and an aura of satisfaction surrounding them both.

“Fuck Niki, what the hell was that?” The question made her smile. She blinked up at him but remained silent. The look in her eyes gave him the impression she simply wanted to curl up in his embrace or his new fierce need to protect was demanding it.

Dean listened to her heartbeat slow and her breathing even out. He propped his head on his free arm and watched the Christmas lights outside twinkle in the reflection of the window. Adrenalin still popped and sizzled through his blood over the wondrous fact that he’d found a mate. He was anxious to spend Christmas day getting to know her and she him. For some reason their lives had intersected and their fate sealed. Now he needed to make sure she felt the same way.

A soft purr broke the silence in the room and rumbled along his rib cage. Despite the second wind he’d encountered after sex, the sound of his new mate content in sleep lulled Dean to follow her.

Dean kissed her awake as he crawled over her, trailing his lips from her feet to neck, paying close attention to her pretty pink pussy and tight nipples. He wanted to play again.

“Merry Christmas, Niki.”

She cracked open her eyes and looked at the sunshine just peeking into the room.

“It’s barely dawn,” she complained. “Why are you waking me up?” She stretched her arms, effectively pushing her breasts close to his mouth.

This was normally the point he’d get up and get dressed encouraging his lover to do the same, but Niki was different. Despite the many times he’d had his way with her through the night, his cock was already rock hard and eager for more.

“You won’t hear any complaints from me. But isn’t this the part where we kiss and promise to call and then never do?” She stroked her hand back and forth across her shoulder.

He watched her as he thought about what she’d said. He wondered if she realized she was rubbing the spot where he’d marked her.

Mine.

“Is that what you want?” If she said yes, he would have to show her just how wrong she was. He could take it nice and slow if he had to but one way or another she would be his.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be for the holiday? Some family waiting for you?” She looked at him expectantly as he trailed his fingers along the curves of her hips.

“I’m right where I’m supposed to be,” he rumbled. “Besides, you owe me a run.”

She smiled at him and shifted onto her knees, pushing him to his back. She fisted the root of his erection and brought the tip to her mouth. “Run later. First, it’s my turn to give you a Christmas gift.”