Celia Kyle (8 page)

“Gonna come in your pussy as soon as you come for me, kitten. Do it… Claim me again my lovely she-cat. My beautiful lioness.”

With a fierce, explosive snarl and roar her pussy convulsed, until one spasm melted into the next, over and over again, faster and faster as she tiptoed on the edge. Her climax was so close. Right there, and yet…

Then, Alex shifted his hold, brought a finger to her clit and strummed the sensitive nub, the tip of his claw gently scraping against the bundle of nerves. And that was all it took, all she needed to find her release.

Her orgasm overtook her, slammed into her like a thousand explosions, a wild eruption that stole what was left of her control. So Maya let go, gave in, doing the only thing that would surely make her beast happy. She leaned forward, snarl on her lips, and she struck like lightening, sinking her teeth into her mate’s flesh in a flash, biting into his pec until his blood filled her mouth.

An answering shot of pain hit her like a sledgehammer, when Alex’s teeth sank deep into her shoulder, the bit of hurt intensifying her bliss tenfold. Wave after wave of rapture coalesced, exploding within the confines of her skin, her she-cat roaring as ecstasy filled her from head-to-toe. The bitch reveled in their renewed, proper claiming.

Before her orgasm fully receded the delightful sensations of her climax stole her breath away once more. She was a ball of feeling and need, pleasure like lava coursing through her fiery veins.

Distantly, she heard Alex give in to his own release, felt his dick pulse and throb within her quivering pussy, his hot cum coating her inner walls. The she-cat, her lioness, relished the idea of being filled with his cubs.

Alex stroked her back, gentling her as the tremors eased, and when she finally returned from the pleasure-filled haze, she realized her teeth were still firmly embedded in his chest.

With infinite care she slid her canines free and lapped at the broken skin, wincing when she saw the damage she’d caused. “Sorry.” Another lick, a soft kiss, and she pushed herself up so she could better inspect the injury. “Really, really sorry.”

Alex, her mate, just smiled. Smug bastard. “I’m not. It’ll tell all those other females that I’m taken.”

She snorted and draped over him, snuggled as close as she could, savoring the fact that he was still inside her, still filling her, even as his cock softened. She raised her head, propped her chin on his chest. “So, what now?”

He wrapped his arms around her waist, held her even closer if that were possible. “Now… now you become my love slave, worship me forever, and give me lots of little Maya cubs to spoil.”

“Pft.” She blew a raspberry. “Keep dreaming, lion-o. How about, you become
my
love slave, worship
me
forever, and have all the little furballs I give ya?”

“A little difficult without the right equipment, no?”

“What-
evah,
” she grumbled. “Fine. Here’s my last offer. Yes to everlasting love, someday…just not quite yet, but hey, I’m your mate, right? We have all the time in the world, so there’s no rush.
No
to the slave or the worshipping, but the furballs are negotiable.”

He leaned forward and lightly brushed his lips across hers. “I’m lucky to have you, Maya. And Prima?

“Hm?”

“You are absolutely perfect, just the way you are.”

“Heh. You ain’t lyin’.”

The End