You're Kitten Me (13 page)

She went back to sucking him, adding hints of pain with her fangs or nails, driving him mad with the need to come. Her hands never stopped caressing him, never stopped stroking his length or gently kneading his balls. He moaned and gasped with each new sensation, the pleasure gradually increasing with every breath. The impending ecstasy grew, blossoming with every heartbeat. It began at the base of his spine, the ball of bliss coalescing and then sliding along his nerves. His blood heated, warming with her touch, with the sounds of her moans and groans.

Through it all, she never stopped moving, never stopped touching him, fondling him, driving him crazy with her touch.

Braden cupped her cheek, rubbing her cheekbone gently with his thumb and then her lips where they stretched around his cock. “You know how beautiful you are. So mine. So perfect.” She moaned, and the vibrations shot through him, racing along his skin and then spreading through his body. “Dammit, Veronica. Not gonna last.” The little brat did it again, drawing the sound out, and his balls hardened and tightened against him. “You’re gonna make me come. Wanna be in you the first time.”

Grinning, she gradually released him, her hand continuing to stroke his cock as she rained gentle kisses along his shaft. “You can come in my mouth.” She flicked him with her tongue, teasing just beneath the head. “That’s in me.” Next she sucked the spot and then scraped her fang over the sensitized tissue. “Isn’t it?”

Fuck, she was killing him and she knew it. “Baby, want in your pussy the first time.”

She hummed and drew him into her mouth once more in a sensuous slide of her lips over his soft skin. “Come in my mouth, Braden.”

“Veronica.” He would never admit he whined like a kid.

Those lips left him. “Do it.” She kissed his slit. “Want to taste you before you fuck me.” She scratched him with a single fang and he shuddered with the pleasure it caused. “Need it.” Her next lick was a barely there teasing of her tongue. “Don’t you want to give me what I need?”

“Fuck,” he hissed, the two sides of him battling the urge to please her and pleasing himself. And really, pleasing himself ended with pleasing her since he couldn’t think of anything but diving between her milky thighs. Whether it was to fuck her or taste her, he didn’t know and didn’t care.

“Give it to me,” she whispered. “Now.” That time her voice held the growl of her beast. His tiger bristled at the order, but then she swallowed him to the base, his cock hitting the back of her throat, and they both agreed she could do whatever the fuck she wanted.

Braden let her take control, let her torment and tease him as she desired. Her hands resumed their maddening taunts, stroking and petting him in a way that made his blood burn with need. Her mouth never stopped moving, lips gliding up and down his length, tongue teasing and driving him crazy with the random strokes.

And he reveled in it all. He let the passion fall onto him, his body accepting the impending release. The pleasure grew, increasing and morphing into a mass of ultimate joy that threatened to smother him in the sensations. He embraced the trembling waves of joy consuming him, letting them blanket him in a suffocating embrace.

His cock pulsed, balls throbbing, telling him his orgasm lingered at the edges of his mind and he’d come at any moment. “Veronica.” She sucked hard and his knees went weak, pleasure snatching his strength. “Gonna…”

Her fingers moved, two easing behind his balls and pressing against that bit of skin between his sack and his ass and he nearly doubled over as he came. The pleasure slammed into him like a train, pulsing in his veins and burning his nerves with the bliss.

He shouted his enjoyment to the night, his roar booming through the darkness. He jerked and twitched as the bliss continued, overwhelming joy consuming him. Veronica didn’t stop, didn’t slow in her attentions as cum erupted from the head of his dick. His balls emptied into her mouth, and she swallowed each drop, her throat working and undulating as she took him within.

His yell subsided as the ecstasy ebbed, gradually lessening until his cock softened within her mouth. Fuck, but he needed her. Needed to touch her. Needed to taste her. Needed her naked and writhing beneath him for hours and hours.

But Braden couldn’t do that when she was still fully clothed. He eased from her, gratified at her whimper when he retreated, and reached down. In one smooth move, he had her off her feet and in his arms. Without hesitation, he captured her lips, shoving his tongue into her mouth. She fought to pull away, but he didn’t give a damn if he tasted himself. It was their shared passion, not only his. The scent of her arousal was an aphrodisiac, stealing his control and dictating his actions.

Their tongues twined as he explored her mouth, tasting every inch of her he could. He swallowed her delicate, sweet flavors and he felt himself responding to her once again. He wouldn’t be denied, he was energized and anxious to take Veronica in any way he could.

He wrapped his arms around her, tiger’s nails digging into the fabric, and he yanked, fighting to rid her of the shirt. Cloth kept her skin from his, and that was unacceptable. She moved, and he tightened his hold, unwilling to lose her, but then he realized she wasn’t trying to get away—she was helping. She ripped at the covering as well, wolf’s claws assisting him until they’d shredded her top. Her hard nipples branded him with proof of her desire, but that wasn’t the part of her he craved the most. No, he wanted to drop to his knees and taste
her
. Fuck, she’d be salty and sweet and perfect on his tongue.

And it seriously needed to be soon. His cock was already slowly filling, hardening and thickening for her.

Braden wrenched his mouth from hers, panting against her lips. “Veronica. Need.”

He didn’t give a fuck that his vocabulary was limited. Not when his tiger rode him hard with a single demand.

Claim. Claim. Claim.

Then one single word boomed in his head.

Now.

Now.

Ronnie needed Braden
now
.

But on her terms.

Which meant when he leaned forward once more, his grip slowly tightening, she bolted. She ducked out of his hold and ran deeper into the forest. Her shirt and bra were tatters, the remnants easily tossed off. Her shoes were equally easy to kick away, the flip-flops giving her no trouble. The shorts were a different story and she was pissed she hadn’t worn a dress to the party instead of something with a button and zipper.

Thankfully, she had claws.

One wrench turned into two, along with a long scrape of nails through the fabric and they too fluttered to the ground. Her panties soon befell the same fate, which left her racing through the tiger forest naked.

The sounds of snapping twigs, rustling bushes, and deep growls came in her wake. Her mate snarled and growled, obviously not liking being left in the dust. She heard him getting closer, and she increased her speed, racing for the one area Zoe said was beautiful and private without being too far from the house. It was the alpha pair’s favorite place and her friend had promised to keep Ares away from the spot for a night.

Bushes scratched at her skin and twigs dug into her soles, but she pushed on. The wolf was enjoying the chase, of being her mate’s prey as they dashed past trees and shrubs. She headed south, turning at the big boulder Zoe had talked about.

A curse came from behind her, her mate, obviously having to slip and slide before changing direction. A giggle escaped her lips before she could suppress it, and Braden snarled in response.

“Veronica,” he rasped, the tiger filling his voice.

Another laugh burst past her lips, and she leaped into the small clearing, stumbling to a stop and then spinning to face her oncoming mate. He rushed into the flat area but didn’t halt as she did. No, in fact, he pounced on her. He snatched her close, rolling them in the air so he took the brunt of their fall.

She laid atop him, skin to skin, and she gloried in the feel of his warm body snug with hers. They’d laid together at night, snuggling on the couch when she was too afraid to take things further. There would be no stopping tonight. Well, mostly.

The wolf purred, telling her they would do everything before morning. It was ready to take what belonged to them. Period.

Ronnie swallowed hard, unease slithering into her veins, and Braden stiffened. The lust filling his gaze slowly cleared, and his confused eyes met hers. “Veronica? What’s wrong?”

She shook her head. “Sorry. Nothing. Just worried about…”

She swallowed hard.
About my wolf deciding you’d make a good snack.

“Lovemaking and bites, remember? Nothing more.” He placed a hand on her upper back and encouraged her to lower again. He nipped her shoulder, sending a sting through her but not drawing blood. “Lovemaking and bites.”

A tendril of pleasure snaked down her spine, and a shudder followed in its wake. “Lovemaking and bites,” she whispered her agreement.

Braden growled low, a sound that went straight to her pussy, and slowly flipped them until she rested on the damp grass. The blanket of green was soft and thick.

He rose above her and nudged her knees apart, kneeling between her spread thighs. “Fuck, do you know how beautiful you are?” He reached for her, his rough fingers sliding over her skin. The touch tickled before transforming into an arousing caress.

He started at her breasts, large hands cupping the mounds and he rubbed his thumbs around her nipples. He captured one and then the other between forefinger and thumb, pinching the hardened nub gently. It sent a new fire through her blood, causing her to burn with pleasure from within.

He slid his palms along her ribs to her waist to the flare of her hips. “Gorgeous.” He caressed her legs to her knees before shifting to her inner thighs. “So soft and sweet, aren’t you?”

His touch drew nearer to her center, his fingers tracing small circles on her heated flesh, and she whimpered when he stopped short of touching her pussy.

“Braden,” she whined.

“Right here,” he purred, and she wondered what it’d be like to have him purr against her pussy. “Not going anywhere.”

“You’re not doing anything either,” she whined. Again. And she didn’t give a damn if she sounded like a little kid. She wanted him to touch her pussy dammit.

“I’m definitely doing something.” Golden eyes focused on her. “I’m learning my mate’s body.” He ran a single thumb along her slit, and her breath caught. “Like the fact a soft touch makes you gasp.”

“Braden,” she gasped as he delved between her labia and stroked her soaked sex.

“Right here. Touching you. Learning you.”

“You could learn inside me,” she cajoled. She wanted him thrusting in and out of her pussy. Now.

He brought his thumb up to her clit and circled the small bundle of nerves. “You don’t want my mouth here? Touching you? Tasting you? Making you scream my name?”

As tempting as it sounded, she didn’t want that. Yet. “In me. Please. You can do all that in round two.”

He chuckled and leaned back, withdrawing his hand. He grasped the base of his dick and stroked himself, revealing he was already hard for her once again. “Is this what you want?”

Ronnie nodded. “Yes.” She raised her gaze to him. “Now.”

“Pushy wolf.”

“Anxious wolf.” She grinned at him and pushed to her elbows. “Slow tiger. Getting old already? Not up to the challenge of—”

Braden pounced, pushing her back to the ground as he covered her. “You want me? This? Us?”

“More than anything.”

He tilted his hips and the blunt head of his dick slid through her cream, slickening his length. It took one pass, then two, and on the third he placed the blunted tip against her opening. “Say it.”

“What?”

“You know.” He stared at her, willing her to answer, and she knew what he wanted.

So she gave him what he desired. She gave him what they both desired. “Mate me. Claim me.”

In once fierce thrust, he filled her, sliding in deep and causing her pussy to stretch around his intrusion. He consumed her with a single dive, claiming her body with his own. But it was only the first step.

There was more to come, and she couldn’t wait.

Braden didn’t stop until their hips met, his cock fully within her sheath, and their bodies completely joined. “Mine,” he snarled.

“Yours,” she arched her back and sought to take more of him.

“Shit, you’re tight. Hot. Wet.”

“For you,” she moaned and rocked her hips. “Only for you.”

“Forever for me.” His growl was low and long, stretching into the night.

“Yes.” She slid her hands along his arms, up his biceps, and across his shoulders before twining them around his neck. “Now make it real.”

He took her words to heart, carefully retreating and slowly pushing forward once more with a gentle thrust and continued, careful movements that aroused her and drove her crazy at the same time. He slipped in and out again, his veined shaft stroking her inner walls. He touched nerve endings she hadn’t realized existed, caressing her in a way that stole her breath.

Her wolf chuffed and whined with the growing pleasure, dancing in her mind and prancing in anticipation of their claiming. Their claiming?

Ronnie didn’t have time to consider the words. Not when he increased his pace and added force behind each thrust. Her breasts jiggled with his strength, her body taking whatever he gave. She was his to use, his to pleasure, his to claim.

Her fingers burned, her wolf coming out further, and her gums ached as her fangs descended. Her mouth watered with the need to taste his blood, just as she’d tasted his cock, his cum. He’d been salty and sweet and she wondered if the rest of him was the same.

She’d find out. Soon.

His pace gradually increased, sending her spirals of pleasure soaring higher with each collision of their hips. He rubbed against her clit, and her pussy tightened and spasmed in response. She milked his length, squeezing and releasing as the ecstasy of his penetration continued to grow.

Her moans and groans warred with his, their bodies meeting in a rhythmic slap of skin on skin. The bliss of his lovemaking continued to grow, to stretch and fill every inch of her nude body until she thought she’d burst from the strength. But she didn’t. No, somehow she was able to take more of the impending joy, able to accept more of the pleasure he caused until she wasn’t sure if she would be able to breath any longer.