Cougar's Gift: Pacific Northwest Cougars: (Shifter Romance) (16 page)

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tryker was
a bit taken back by this. He was fucking balls deep in her and she just figured out that he liked her? What the fuck was up with that?

“Libby, I don’t care how soon you think this is. You are my One. I would never accept this gift from you if I didn’t think I was going to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Libby believed him. Her soul told her that he honestly believed that.

“I’m just a little overwhelmed,” she admitted, with a sniff.

“Baby, I’ve got you. I’ll always have you,” he vowed, placing soft kisses across her face.

He slowly started sliding out of her feeling her flesh grab onto his cock not wanting him to leave.

“Relax baby, I’m not going anywhere. Your pussy is my new favorite place in the world,” he said with a smile. If she didn’t relax he was going to end up hurting her.

Libby tried to relax, she forced her hips to go limp which let her legs that had been bent on the bed to fold open.

“Put your legs around my waist, mouse,” he ordered.

Libby did and she used her arms to wrap around his back. He was so warm and she felt so safe. She looked at his mouth then back up at his eyes and he read her like she knew he would.

Stryker’s mouth came down on hers kissing her deeply, slowly. He matched his hips to his tongue while delving into her sweet mouth and pussy at the same time. He could feel her get wet again, the sweet molten arousal coating his cock easing his way.

“My sweet mouse,” he murmured between kisses. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

He slowly increased his thrusts, his hips starting to pound against her pussy. The slap of his balls against her ass brought a whole new sensation she wasn’t prepared for.

They were both straining towards each other now, Libby not wanting it to ever stop. Stryker trying to hold on long enough to make it good for her. He wanted to come the second her pussy touched his dick.

“Fuck, my cock fucking loves your cunt, baby. I wanna come so hard, fill you up to the brim. I want you to feel my dick tomorrow and the day after. Your pussy is gonna crave it, every hour of every day, just like I fucking crave you.”

Libby had the words in her head, but saying things out loud, that was something altogether different. Maybe when she was more confident she’d be able to tell him what she was really thinking.

What she was thinking was that she’d forgotten the condoms. The feel of his uncovered cock in her pussy was too amazing to think about covering it with latex now. She can’t imagine that would feel nearly as good as this.

Plus, her mind thought to all the money shots she’d read about. The feel of hot sticky cum coating your insides. She always wondered if that was just bull. If a woman could actually feel that. She was sure she was about to figure that out though.

“Stryker,” she started. She was gasping each flex of his hips had her gasping or moaning or screeching. She was ashamed to admit more than once she’d dug her nails into his back when he hit a sweet spot.

“Libby,” he said, grinding his pelvis into hers. He was trying to make sure he had every inch of her touched.

“I want you to come in me,” she said against his throat.

“What?” he ground out.

“Come…in…me,” she said into his ear.

“Fucking hell, mouse,” he growled. He brought a hand down to her clit and flicked his thumb over it once, twice then pressed in with a circling motion.

Libby yelled, the contact on her tormented clit was shocking. But the added stimulation from that and his thick cock inside her had her catapulting into space.

She wasn’t even ready for this orgasm, it hit her like a train. She arched her back against him, her legs locking tight around his waist, and yes her fingers dug into his biceps.

She came screaming, her voice hoarse as her vision blurred and a rainbow of colors danced behind her eyelids. It was hard and painful, yet fantastic and mind blowing.

Stryker kept moving in her riding out her orgasm, making sure he got every drop for her to drink in.

When her hands finally unclenched from his arms he reached down and grabbed one ass cheek lifting her up to meet him. He pounded into her, probably harder than he should with a virgin, but he was barely holding on.

All he wanted was to fucking bite her, taste her blood. Seal them together forever. But he held back, he denied his instincts much to his cougar’s anger.

He felt his balls start to draw up and could feel his toes curling and locking as the first hard shot of cum jetted out of his cock. He felt spurt after spurt coat her insides. Marking her with his scent, his seed.

He couldn’t stop his body from jerking over her, the strength of his climax that hard. Her name was growled out low and harsh. Finally he felt like he had nothing left inside he slowed, still working his cock against her. He was pushing his cum deeper making sure none of it escaped. He knew she couldn’t get pregnant yet.

He finally collapsed on her dropping into her neck, giving her a lazy kiss on her collarbone. Eventually he managed to slow his racing heart and he pushed away to look down at her. Her eyes were closed and a small grin curved her mouth.

“Mouse, you sleeping?” he asked.

“Uh huh,” she said slurring a little. Her brain was trying to catch back up. She probably couldn’t even tell you what state she was in. She did know one thing, when her man came in her it was hot, sexy, and hell yeah, she could feel it.

“Show me those pretty eyes, baby.”

Libby focused her energy on her eyelids and managed to first open one, then the other. Stryker was staring down at her his face concerned but soft.

“Fuck drunk,” he murmured.

Libby let out a giggle. She did feel drunk or what she thought drunk would feel like. She felt awesome, her endorphins were spinning and the world was shiny and new. She’d made the right choice.

“Whatever it is, I want it again,” she said to him.

“Hmm, I think we’ll give you a little break. How about we nap then I’ll make you lunch, yeah?”

“Nap sounds good,” she cooed.

Stryker wrapped her up in his arms rolling them to the side. He was still inside her when he heard her first little snore.

L
ibby woke
up in Stryker’s arms. She had no idea how long they’d slept. But she got a feeling he hadn’t slept a wink since his eyes were open and on her when she awoke.

“Hey,” she said, testing her body with a bit of a stretch. A little sore, but nothing major.

“How are you?” Stryker was looking her over like she’d just been in a car accident. She was surprised he wasn’t checking for broken bones. He was good, but not bone-shattering good.

“I’m fine, Stryker. Don’t worry, everything is as it should be,” she replied, placing her hand on his chest.

He squeezed her tighter, “You hungry?”

“Not really.” Her stomach took that moment to rumble loudly totally outing her.

Stryker started laughing, his chuckle felt nice as he held her. She got to feel his stomach contract as he laughed. It was nice.

“Okay, mouse, I better feed you before your tummy starts to really start complaining.”

Stryker jumped out of bed and grabbed a pair of shorts from the dresser on the far wall. He pulled out a worn gray t-shirt and laid it on the end of the bed.

“Bathroom is across the hall, take your time. Here is a shirt so you can stay cute and comfy.”

“Cute?” She asked raising her eyebrow.

“Oh yeah, I’ve imagined you in nothing but my shirt a number of times,” Stryker admitted. He’d also jacked off to that thought more than once. He was lucky he hadn’t rubbed it raw in the last forty-eight hours.

Libby wasn’t sure what to say to that so she just nodded shyly at him. As soon as he walked out of the bedroom she snatched the shirt and scrambled to find her panties then made a dash for the bathroom.

She cleaned up and again took an all over body assessment. She felt awesome, tender, but awesome. She wanted to do it again, but got a feeling that Stryker wasn’t going to be on her game plan.

Running her hands through her hair she braided her hair into a long plait and holding the end went out to find her purse. There were always about a million little hair ties in the bottom.

She walked down the hall and could hear noises in the kitchen. Focusing on her goal she spotted her purse and dug grabbing a half dozen ties at the bottom. She secured her braid then turned around to see Stryker standing with two plates.

“Fuck me!” he thundered. His eyes scanning her up and down.

“So no lingerie for you, huh? Odd. What is on here.” She glanced down not having paid attention before. “Band t-shirts do it for ya?” she asked, bringing her gaze back to his.

“You do it for me, mouse. But I’ll take you in tees, nighties or my personal favorite, naked, any day of the week.”

His eyes were doing that bright thing again when he was horny or angry or even hungry she started to realize.

Libby was going to have to take some notes from her books on how to sexy banter because nothing was coming to mind as her man stared so intently at her. Yes, her man, she realized. She was keeping him.

“Hmm, lunch?” she finally asked.

Stryker seemed to shake himself out of whatever mental trip he’d taken. “Here sit at the bar,” he said, gesturing to the counter.

The kitchen was small but did have a short counter on one side that had two bar stools. It was also next to a sliding glass door that led out to the backyard. Not that she could see any grass, there was just a small patio then it went from dirt into the trees.

Libby went to take the seat nearest the door and Stryker sat down a plate, cupped her elbow and guided her to the other seat. “Too cold by the window, mouse,” he declared.

Wow, that was nice. It didn’t feel cold, but he clearly didn’t want her uncomfortable.

“I’m okay, Stryker. You’re wearing less than me,” she reminded him

“I’m bigger than you, more body heat,” he explained, setting the other plate in front of her. He went to the fridge opened it and held up a beer and a soda. Libby pointed to the soda so he grabbed another one for himself.

Libby was thinking about his body heat. He radiated it. She had never slept so cozy and warm before. She was looking forward to doing that again, among other things.

Stryker took the seat next to her putting the sodas down. He didn’t sit straight on like her, he sat sideways in his chair facing her. Libby was looking at the plate in front of her, it looked like a turkey sandwich with lettuce and tomato, the works. Some ruffled potato chips sat next to it.

She was distracted by the thought of Stryker making sandwiches shirtless, when she felt her world shift. Stryker had grabbed her chair and twisted it so she faced him. Then pulled it closer so her legs were trapped between his. She looked up at him in surprise.

“Too far away,” he grunted.

Well, okay then, she thought.

She watched as he picked up a chip and held it out to her. She took it and smiled a sweet smile at him. She saw this was going to be a routine for them. Him feeding her, watching her eat every bite.

Originally it made her uncomfortable. Now it was like the ultimate act of caring. He wanted to make sure she ate enough, that she was satisfied. Libby was sure if she ordered a steak he’d only feed her the best parts.

She accepted the next bite of sandwich which was awkward. Ever try to bite a sandwich someone else was holding? Not an easy task. But she didn’t want to tell him she could do it herself. He seemed to enjoy it so much.

As she chewed she watched as he would take giant bites out of his own sandwich. He’d barely chew before swallowing then went back to feeding her.

Libby ate the whole thing, sipped her soda and enjoyed being wrapped literally and figuratively in all things Stryker.

They spent the afternoon sitting on the couch. Stryker lit a fire even though she was tucked comfy under an afghan on the couch. He sat on the other end with her feet in his lap as he played this little piggy with her toes.

She was totally not joking. Stryker Hayes played this little piggy on her. This, of course, had her giggling in fits of laughter.

They talked and talked. Libby probably more than him though he seemed happy to listen. She told him funny stories about growing up. How her parents were always trying out new and wacky things.

The time her mom attempted to naturally dye all their clothes and it leeched onto their skin. Libby looked like an exploded box of crayons.

She liked watching him laugh. The cords on his neck would stretch, his bright white teeth would shine out. Libby burned that into her memory. The relaxed, happy Stryker. It was a picture she could use to warm her heart in the future.

Libby soon saw that the afternoon was coming and the sun was low in the sky. She was going to have to leave.

“I don’t want to go,” she whispered to him.

“I don’t want you to go,” he responded.

Stryker managed to talk very little about himself. A number of times he almost blurted out the truth. His cougar thought it was easy, just say it. He wasn’t so sure.

How would she react? Would she be horrified she’d made love with a man that could shift into a large cat? Would she feel like he had tricked her? He didn’t think she would care so much about the money.

She’d never said anything to make him think she was any kind of reverse snob. He also didn’t see her wanting to ever live large so money wouldn’t be an issue.

The shifter thing, that was an issue. He had wanted to seal his bond with her. Taste the essence of her, mark her as his so every shifter would know she was taken.

Instead, he stopped himself every time. Maybe it was something he could casually drop into conversation once they were married? Then she would have to accept it right?

Stryker wasn’t ashamed of who he was. He always felt secure in the fact that he shared his body with two souls. But keeping it a secret for so long made him protective of his cat in a way.

He didn’t want anyone to reject him and in turn reject his cat. His cat was tough but didn’t trust easily. One blow like that and Stryker would be spending all his time trying coax his cat to accept any non-shifters.

He had to find a way to tell his mate and keep his cougar from getting hurt. Or everyone was going to end up broken hearted.