Beastly Desires (12 page)

Impulse propelled her forward. She couldn’t have stopped if she wanted to. Kamali no longer had a say; she no longer had dominion over her actions. No, it was the lioness now—it was about
her.
She’d wanted Kaisal from the beginning and she was determined to take him, even if it meant overriding the human parts that stood in her way. She devoured all rationalism and sensibility. She didn’t care about anything else, couldn’t be bothered to worry about the consequences.

Kamali’s heart pounded in her ears. Kaisal’s powerful steps jarred her with every slam of his huge, booted feet into the ground. He was eating up the distance between them, and she was running out of endurance. Fear didn’t keep her going, but anticipation. The thrill of the chase wasn’t just for him—didn’t satisfy just
him.
Deep down she needed to know she was worth chasing, worth running after. Kamali needed to feel him bearing down on her, needed to feel his humanity giving way to the savagery lurking behind his eyes. The greatest rush of power a person could ever experience was pushing someone over the proverbial edge, forcing them into a place where their wants took hold and didn’t let go.

Kaisal had teased her into this, had seduced the parts of her she had kept hidden in favor of being a mother, a guardian. But as of right now, she wasn’t just those things. She was a predator, she was a woman, and in some sense, they were one and the same. The air just behind her neck shifted, and she knew he was reaching for her. Kamali ducked and shot through foliage, knowing exactly where she was going—the cabin.

Her pulse stuttered, her breath leaving her in a jagged staccato rhythm that allowed her to see every exhale as it left her mouth. Kaisal’s growl of frustration sounded just behind her, becoming louder as she laughed. Just ahead she could see the snow-covered rooftop of her and Callum’s temporary home, and she pushed herself just that much harder to reach it.

Closer…

“Kamali,” he snarled just behind her.

Closer…

“I
will
catch you.”

Closer…

She was just a few feet away from the porch and managed to put all her energy into one clean leap at the hard, wooden structure, shouting back, “I
want
you to!”

Kamali didn’t get far. Instead she found herself caught mid-air and brought back down, slamming into a chest that was granite hard and vibrating with the force of the noises leaving Kaisal’s gut. His feet hit the porch and he spun her, pinning her to the door. When she looked up, she found herself staring into eyes that put her in mind of the Mnemba Island waters. Before she’d made her decision to part from the pride and study art in New York, Enilo had thought sending her on a vacation, reminding her of what she could regularly have, would dissuade her. He was wrong. It only made her passion for what she loved stronger. The fathomless blue waters of Tanzania sparked the desire to spend her week in her villa doing nothing aside from drawing. Now she wondered exactly how much more enjoyable that time could’ve been with Kaisal there, staring at her through his beast’s gaze with a hunger that sent fire charging through her blood in the same manner that his kiss had.

She wanted to feel that again; she wanted to feel his mouth again. Kamali grasped the front of his sweater, nearly ripping it and kissed him. Their lips meshed together, teeth nipping, biting. Every meeting aggressive, every touch causing a gasp. She sucked his top lip into her mouth and he took hold of her lower. He reached up and fisted her hair, the bite of his grasp sending a purr shuddering from her. Kaisal slammed her back into the door and assaulted her mouth, swallowing her next panting breath. Teasing her tongue with his own, he coaxed her into a mindless pleasure that made her forget everything but him. The heat returned tenfold, and Kamali found herself wordlessly begging for what only he could give.

He dropped to his knees, pulling at her jeans. Without much thought he simply shredded the material blocking him from his goal and pulled them until they were at her ankles. The Batman briefs she was wearing were hardly the sexiest thing, but from the way he groaned, she got the feeling he didn’t really care. He split them at the hips and watched them fall.

With one last flick of his gaze up at her, he wrapped an arm about her hips and drew her to him, diving between the folds of her sodden core. Her pussy convulsed on the first brush of his tongue across her clit and Kamali’s palms hit the door, searching for something to hold onto as he didn’t let up. Using his flattened tongue, he found the center of her and pushed inside. Her mouth dropped open on a silent scream when he stiffened the muscle and powered it in and out. She gripped his hair in one fist while holding the other to her lips to stem the cries pouring from her. One peak would begin and he’d back off just to start another, pushing her over until tears crested on her lashes.

Just when she thought she’d have to plead for what she needed—which was every inch of his cock—he stood. Putting his hands to her hips, Kaisal lifted her. He jerked one half of her jeans from around one ankle and Kamali could distinctly hear his belt buckle being freed.

“Put your hands above your head,” he commanded.

She hesitated.

Taking them in his grasp, he did it for her. “You touch me and whatever bit of sanity I have will
leave,
Kamali.”

Watching his hands as he undid the button on his jeans, she caught her bottom lip between her teeth, remaining unflinching when she sunk a fang into the flesh. It kept her focused, kept her from disobeying him because
God
, she wanted to touch him. She wanted him to keep touching her. She wanted him to fuck her until her throat was raw and her abdomen was sore from clenching.

And when his zipper lowered…

Kamali’s eyes went wide, bouncing from the monstrosity he’d just freed. “Precisely where you do plan to put
that
?”

His lips curved, cerulean blue irises glinting. “Exactly where you want me to.”

“Oh, all right.” She nodded. “So that means it’s going back into your pants then?”

Kaisal’s brows arched in a look that was incredibly haughty. “What’s the point when we both know you’d just dive in after it, love?”

“You arrogant son of a—”

His lips punished hers for lying, for pretending she didn’t want him to sink her onto every centimeter of his length. She felt the tender bite of his cockhead after he lifted her left leg and hooked it into his elbow, beginning to enter her slowly, pushing past any resistance with ease. He seated himself halfway, his face burrowing into her shoulder as if he were trying to compose himself. She didn’t want his composure. She didn’t want his control. She wanted his
beast.

Kamali nuzzled him just underneath the chin with her forehead right before she found the side of his throat and bit down. Not enough to break skin but just enough to spur him into action. He punched his hips, spearing her on the rest of him, and she gasped for air.

“Oh, God, Kamali…why…why’d you do that…?” He trapped her to his chest with an arm; the other he put on the doorway and then he thrust upwards, dropping her back down onto his erection, causing her to cry out. He babbled, “Sorry, baby…so sorry…can’t stop…Jesus…”

She found his shoulders and rode out every sensation he caused while powering into her over and over again, his dick reaching parts of her that felt like little, unknown secrets being whispered every time they came into contact with the veins and ridges of his length. Kamali didn’t want him to stop, couldn’t even ask him to.

Kaisal ground his cock in small, tight circles that made her head spin. He kept plunging into her, and she could do no more than groan into his neck, her hips popping along with his movements, all thoughts gone aside from the way he was making her feel, the way he handled her with expert care, the way he was making her come. The heat, the yearning swept into her womb in a blaze that made her unlatch her mouth from his throat and throw her head back. In the midst of her wailing she could hear every grunt he emitted upon entering her pussy. Attempting to keep air in her lungs, she turned her head away to resist the temptation to kiss him again and caught sight of the doorframe crumbling under his grip. Something about that unleashed strength, something about the way he was beginning to slip into a place where he couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t behave, sent her spiraling into a climax so forceful, so severe, that she found his forearm and bit down, this time uncaring that she was breaking skin.

Kaisal roared and shoved his hips into her own until the wood behind her creaked and bent. Before she could understand what was taking place, he latched onto her shoulder, digging past her shirt and straight into the muscle with his canines. Upon impact, she let go of his arm and arched backwards, coming again. He snarled against her flesh and suddenly, they were falling backwards. Moving quickly, he switched their positions so he took the brunt of the crash when they hit the ground.

The door slammed into the floor under their combined weight, and Kamali collapsed on top of the male beneath her, her limbs feeling like jelly.

Silence descended for a few minutes and then she heard Kaisal quietly say, “I…I think you broke me.”

Really, how did he expect her
not
to laugh?

***

Basanti’s eyes snapped upwards and met Naresh’s over Callum’s head as the cub immersed himself in a game of racing. They’d both heard the roar and neither needed to verbalize what it meant because they
knew.

“Uh, Callum?” Naresh scrambled to his feet, letting go of the bag of peas he’d been holding to his head for the last twenty minutes or so. When Basanti had questioned why he needed them he’d bellowed, “
Not discussing
!” and she decided to let it go.

“Yes?” Callum answered, eyes still on the screen.

“How would you like to go and meet a few of the other cubs?”

The boy looked up. “Really?” He dropped the controller, clearly eager to see someone aside from a bunch of old people.

“Climb on.” Her cousin knelt, allowing Callum to jump onto his back. “We’ve got to get you far,
far,
away from here for the time—”

Another roar sounded, truncating his words. They both froze.

“And possibly a pair of studio-sized headphones!” Basanti suggested, leaping from her spot and pushing the males toward the front door.

“Err...okay. Can they be green?” Callum questioned, completely oblivious.
Thank God
. “That’s my favorite color.”

“My friend, you can have whatever your small, unaware heart desires,” Naresh answered as they made the trek away from the house and toward another cul-de-sac.

“Does that include more cocoa?”

“You have an addiction!”

“Do not!”

Basanti listened to the pair argue on and murmured to herself, “That is the exact opposite of careful, Kas. The exact opposite…”

***

Naresh would never let him live this down. His brother would mention it on every occasion. He would hint and prod and make jokes until Kaisal was forced to end his existence. Why? Because not only had Kaisal lost control of himself
and
his urges but he’d fucked Kamali through a door. A
literal
door. He’d crushed the frame and shattered the wood before marking her. And God help him, he wasn’t sorry. Kaisal would
never
be sorry. The moment her teeth sank into his forearm he’d been freed. It was inexplicable and almost past comprehension but the tension, the need, had lightened to a dull throb and he could breathe again without the smell of her driving him to the brink of insanity.

When he finally let her rest—when they finally found a bed—the way she unintentionally melted into his form, her forehead brushing his chin with the slightest of purrs leaving her throat, made his tiger preen. The fucking thing had the audacity to be
smug
! With
him
!

Kaisal scoffed as he took the door from a nearby shed that Naresh used to hold wood for the fireplaces and replaced the door to the cabin with it lest his lioness freeze to death from the oncoming cold front. Her skin had been hot to the touch after he’d caught her but afterwards her post-climax shaking had been replaced with shivering. His genetics were a bit different with his tiger lineage that came from both Bangalore and Siberia. He was able to adapt to any weather condition because of the differentiating sides of his DNA, but being that she was a feline predominantly used to heat and dry land, he understood that it would take some time for Kamali to adjust to the harsher winters Colorado experienced. She seemed to be prepared enough for any conditions she came across but in this instance things were a bit…unexpected.