Edge of Night

by Ramona Gray

  “Still good?” he said before purring to her.

  “So good,” she breathed and tried an experimental squeeze.

  He groaned, his hands tightening on her hips. “Fuck! Be a good girl, my mate.”

  She leaned forward and pressed a kiss against his mouth. “You feel so good, Cooper.”

  “So do you. So tight and wet.” He purred again before resting his hands on the couch on either side of him. “You’re in control, baby.”

  She braced her hands on his shoulders before riding him with slow and languid thrusts. He purred loudly, his hands digging into the couch cushions as she traced one flat nipple with the ball of her thumb. She leaned forward and kissed his thick neck before licking her way to his ear.

  “Does this feel okay?” she whispered into his ear.

  “Yes,” he groaned. “Can you go a little faster?”

  “Not yet,” she said.

  He groaned again, and she was a little surprised at how much she was enjoying taking the lead. That foreign feeling of power rippled through her and she gripped the back of Cooper’s neck, staring into his golden eyes as she thrust a little harder.

  “Good mate.” He purred to her, and she moaned when his hands cupped her ass and squeezed. “This okay?”

  “Yes,” she panted as he kneaded and squeezed. “Will you rub my clit?”

  “Whatever you want, my mate.” He traced a path across her ribs and down her hip with his rough fingers before slipping them between her legs.

  The slow and lazy circles he made on her clit sent flames licking along her nerve endings. She thrust harder and faster. She was suddenly on the edge of her climax and she wanted him there with her, wanted to watch Cooper fall over that cliff with her.

  His hips were thrusting now, rising up to meet each of her strokes, and his purring had taken on an erratic breathless quality that was somehow even sexier. He groaned her name and rubbed harder at her clit. “Baby, you’re so tight. You have to come for me. I’m not gonna last.”

  She clutched at his shoulders, crying his name when his free hand cupped one breast and he teased her nipple with his thumb. She ground herself against his hand and his cock, throwing her head back and digging her nails into his warm skin when her climax washed over her. His purrs turned deafening, and the pace of his thrusts turned hard and fast. She clung to him as his purr became a roar. He clamped his hands around her hips and held her tight as he pumped in and out.

  Her body shaking with pleasure, she collapsed against him, listening to the purrs vibrating out of his chest as he relaxed against the couch. He stroked her back and kissed her shoulder. “That was incredible, Daisy.”

  “Hmm,” she said sleepily. “I need a nap.”

  He laughed and kissed her shoulder again before easing her off of him and onto the couch. “Be right back.”

  He disappeared out of the living room and she heard the tell-tale squeak of the guest bathroom door. She relaxed on the couch, wondering if she should throw on Cooper’s t-shirt to hide her nakedness before deciding she didn’t care. She’d just be taking it off again once she was in Cooper’s bed.

  He returned to the living room and without speaking, scooped her up off the couch. She giggled and put her arms around his shoulders. “I feel very princess-ish.”

  He purred to her and she rubbed her nose against his as he climbed the stairs. When he went left toward her bedroom, she shook her head. “No, your bed.”

  “Are you sure?” he said.

  “Yes. Unless you don’t want me in your bed for anything other than sex?” Doubt was pushing past the contentment and the sleepiness. Shit, she was being awfully presumptuous.

  “You’re always welcome in my bed for whatever you want,” he said as he walked to his bedroom instead. “Sleeping, sex, watching movies. You name it.”

  “Eating cookies?”

  He laughed. “You like eating cookies in bed?”

  “Sometimes.” She rested her head on his chest. There was so much they didn’t know about each other. She hoped he wanted to learn about her as much as she wanted to learn about him.

  “Cookie eating is fine.” He laid her down on the right side of the bed. “As long as you eat them on your side of the bed only.”

  “My side of the bed,” she said as he pulled the sheet and quilt over her and then slid into bed beside her. “I like the sound of that.”

  “I do too.” Cooper pulled her into his arms. She rested her head on his chest again, listening to the low sound of his purrs as she slung one leg over his.

  “Cooper?”

  “Yeah?”

  “I wasn’t afraid. Not once.”

  “I’m glad, baby.”

  “Me too. You were right.” She lifted her head to smile at him. The gold in his eyes had faded to blue and she stroked her fingers across his strong jaw.

  “About what?” he said.

  “You’re really good at sex.”

  He laughed and kissed her. “Baby, I haven’t even shown you half of what I can do.”

  She wiggled her eyebrows at him. “I’m ready for round two if you are.”

  “I am. But I think,” he grinned at her when she tried to stifle her yawn, “you really do need a nap before we start round two.”

  She snuggled into him. “Just a little cat nap. Wake me in twenty minutes. Okay?”

  “Yes. Sleep, my mate.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  Cooper woke up to the early morning sun sending rays of light across his bedroom and an empty bed. He ignored his feeling of unease and headed to the bathroom.

  He hadn’t woken Daisy like she’d asked. Despite what she said, she looked tired and worn out, and she’d been sleeping deeply within five minutes. He’d been tired too and having his mate in his arms had given his lion its first restful sleep in months.

  He was regretting it now though. He finished using the bathroom and washed his hands before grabbing his toothbrush. He hadn’t expected to wake up to an empty bed. How the hell had Daisy even snuck out of his bed without him hearing her?

  Maybe because it wasn’t only your lion who hadn’t slept well for months?

  He brushed his teeth and spit toothpaste into the sink, then rinsed his mouth. Maybe. But what if Daisy left his bed because she regretted what happened? What if she didn’t want to sleep with him again? What if last night was a one-time thing?

  His lion roared angrily at the thought. Cooper had to control his very childish urge to punch the wall. If Daisy was finished with him, she was finished with him, and there wasn’t anything he could do about it.

  She is our mate! His lion was pouting worse than a three-year-old who was denied candy.

  He wiped his mouth and opened the bathroom door. He needed to find Daisy.

  “Oh shoot. You’re awake.”

  His lion purred happily, the sound rumbling out of his chest and throat. Wearing his t-shirt, Daisy stepped into the bedroom. He stared at the tray in her hands. It held two cups of coffee, two plates of pancakes dripping with syrup and butter, and - his stomach growled - a pile of delicious fragrant bacon.

  “I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed,” Daisy said as she shamelessly eyed his dick. “But you’re not in bed anymore.”

  He grinned at her and sat on the bed, leaning back against the headboard. “Problem solved.”

  She laughed and carried the tray over, setting it on the bed next to him. He held the tray steady as she sat on the bed beside him and propped some pillows behind her back. “I hope you’re hungry. I got carried away with making pancakes.”

  “Famished.”

  She piled some bacon onto the plate closest to him before handing it to him. “Eat up while it’s still hot.”

  They ate in comfortable silence. The bacon was perfectly crisp, the pancakes perfectly fluffy, the coffee perfectly brewed. There was a probability that he was seeing everything Daisy did through rose-coloured glasses, but he didn’t care. He was happy and content and so was his lion, and
it was because of Daisy.

  Daisy set her plate down on the tray and sipped at her coffee. “You didn’t wake me up.”

  “You were tired,” he said.

  She gave him a mock scowl and he leaned over to press a kiss against her lips. She tasted like sweet syrup and bitter coffee, and he found the combination weirdly intoxicating. He nuzzled her damp hair. “I was tired too.”

  “You must have been,” she said. “I got up and had a shower and made breakfast all without you waking up. Don’t cat shifters normally have, like, super sonic hearing?”

  “Yes,” he said. “I’m not sure what happened.”

  He finished his breakfast and when Daisy went to grab the tray, he lifted it. “I’ll take it to the kitchen. You stay here.”

  “You got it, boss.”

  He laughed and cringed at the same time. “God, please don’t do a Boone imitation while you’re in my bed.”

  He left her giggling in his bed and carried the tray to the kitchen. He grabbed a couple of bottles of water and returned to the bedroom. Daisy was lying on the bed, scrolling through her phone. He stared at her pale legs stretched out on the bed. Was she naked under his shirt?

  It was about time he found out.

  His cock already starting to harden, he set the water on the nightstand, then sat on the bed next to Daisy and skimmed his hand along her bare shin. She smiled at him. “Hey, is it going to be weird at the office now that we’ve slept together?”

  “No, I don’t think so.”

  “I promise I won’t act any different,” she said. “I know you’re still the boss at the office and I won’t bring what we do in our personal life into the office or… Cooper?”

  “Yeah?”

  “What are you doing?”

  He slid his hand further under his shirt, caressing her smooth thigh. “I’m wondering if you’re wearing anything under my shirt.”

  She tossed her phone to the side. “Maybe you should check for yourself.”

  “Maybe I should.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss against her knee. The sweet scent of her arousal filled the air and he purred happily. His mate was no longer afraid of him and he couldn’t be fucking happier.

  He trailed kisses down her shin before moving to the end of the bed. His cock was fully erect now and Daisy stared at it with a hungry look of need that sent fresh desire through his body. Before he could give in to his urge to fuck her hard and fast, he wrapped his hands around her calves and tugged.

  She let her legs fall open and he kissed the inside of her calf before settling on his stomach between her open legs. She tried to close her legs, but they pressed uselessly against his broad shoulders.

  “Cooper, what, um, what are you doing?”

  He kissed her knee again. “Checking to see what my mate wears under my shirt.”

  He kissed her inner thigh and then made a long, slow lick up her soft skin. She moaned, but her hands clutched at his head and the look she gave him was shy and uncertain. “Are you going to, um…you know.”

  He licked her other thigh, enjoying the soft sound of her moan, the heady scent of her arousal. “Eat your pussy?”

  Her legs jerked and the scent of her arousal thickened. Her pussy was wet. It was wet and waiting for him. He rubbed his erection against the bed as he reached for the hem of her shirt. “I am, sweet mate. I’ve wanted to taste you for months. Will you let me?”

  “Yes,” she said so quickly that he had to hide his smile. “Yes, I will.”

  “Good mate.” He kissed her thigh then tugged on the shirt. “Take this off.”

  She pulled it over her head, her motions and wriggling on the bed, bringing her beautiful perfect pussy even closer to his mouth. He licked her inner thigh before letting his fangs drop. He pressed them in the crease between her thigh and her pussy, dragging them lightly down her soft skin. He purred when she cried out, her fingers sliding into his hair to hold tight.

  He lifted his head and purred again to her before pressing a kiss against the soft patch of auburn curls at the top of her pussy. “So pretty, my mate.”

  “Thank you.” Her voice was breathless, and it wasn’t his imagination that her hands were trying to push him lower.

  He kissed her hip bone. She moaned, her body moving restlessly. “Cooper, don’t tease.”

  He couldn’t resist her plea. Besides, he would have plenty of time to tease and torment. Right now, he needed to taste the sweetness he’d been dying to taste for months.

  “Yes, my mate,” he said before dipping his head between her thighs. He licked her wet pussy lips, his cock becoming almost painfully hard at her taste. Purring and growling, he licked her lips clean of her sweet cream. Her clit was swollen and peeking out from between her lips. He purred again before licking her clit with the tip of his tongue.

  She cried out, her hips arching and her hands pulling hard on his hair. Growling happily at his mate’s response, he parted her pussy lips with his thumbs and licked her clit with slow brushes of his tongue.

  He sucked it lightly, pressing his hands against Daisy’s hip bones to hold her steady as he used his lips and tongue to bring her closer to the brink. She begged nonsensical words breathlessly, any shyness she’d felt had long disappeared. He pressed his hands against her inner thighs, spreading her legs wide so he could feast on her. Her hands tightened in his hair and she ground her pussy against his mouth, crying out when he slipped his finger inside her narrow entrance.

  She clenched around him and he moaned against her pussy before sucking on her clit again. When he scraped his fangs gently across her clit, she screamed in pleasure, her hips bucking up and her thighs clamping around his head. Fresh wetness flooded his mouth. He pried her legs apart, lifting his head to take a breath of air as she moaned and shuddered her way through her orgasm. Her pussy squeezed tight around his finger and he pressed light kisses against her inner thigh and her pussy. He avoided her clit, knowing it would be too sensitive, and kissed her inner thigh again before untangling her hands from his hair.

  He sat up, smiling at his mate as she laid on her back, her legs spread wide, her nipples hard and inviting him to suck. His cock leaked a steady stream of precum, and he was aching to be back inside of her. He wanted to fuck her, wanted to fill her with his come and put his cub in her belly.

  Fresh excitement rushed through him. He kneeled between her open legs before pressing his cock against her entrance. She smiled invitingly at him and he slid into her, purring loudly as her tight pussy swallowed every inch of his cock. She was so warm and wet and taking her bare was his number one fantasy come to life.

  He propped himself on his hands above her and thrust in and out of her perfect pussy, trying to be slow and gentle with his beautiful mate. He would give her his seed and she would bear him a cub.

  Cooper, stop!

  He didn’t want to stop. His lion didn’t want him to stop. He wanted to fuck his mate until she carried his cub. She wanted that too.

  You don’t know that! Stop!

  With a low grunt, he stopped. Fuck, what was he doing? He started to pull out, blinking at Daisy when her slender legs wrapped around his hips and she grabbed his arms. “Don’t stop.”

  “Daisy,” he groaned, “I need to put on a condom.”

  He supposed he could pull out before he came but he knew himself. Knew that he wouldn’t, knew that he would come inside his mate and damn the consequences. No, it was better to put on the condom now while he still had a small semblance of control.

  “Don’t stop,” she repeated before squeezing her pussy around his dick.

  He muttered a curse, the cords in his neck standing out as he fought the urge to bury himself deep inside of her. “Baby, I’m not wearing a condom.”

  “I’m clean,” she panted. “I promise.”

  He groaned out another curse. “I am too.”

  “Then don’t stop.”

  She lifted her head from the pillow and kissed his sternum. Their size difference made the m
issionary position awkward. She was so short the top of her head just brushed his collarbone, but he couldn’t bring himself to switch positions. He liked having her beneath him with her slender but strong thighs wrapped around his hips, and her soft hands roaming his back.

  Her warm tongue brushed across his flat nipple and he groaned, thrusting deep at the sensation. She made a soft giggle. “Someone likes that.”

  When she sucked on his nipple, he cried out with pleasure, his body shuddering as she teased the sensitive nub. She kissed his chest again and he moved faster, his body moving in a steady rhythm in and out of hers. The heat and wetness of her pussy sent him into a frenzy of need and want.

  Her nails dug into his back. “Harder, honey.”

  He growled and thrust harder, pumping himself in and out, burying his dick deep inside her willing body as his orgasm grew closer and closer. She ran her hands up and down his back, moaned his name, and met each of his thrusts.

  With a loud roar and one final hard thrust, he climaxed into her, his hot seed filling up her pussy, his entire body shaking as his release washed over him. He pumped in and out, growling and purring and shuddering, until her pussy had taken every last drop of his come.

  He pulled out and collapsed on his back next to her, gasping in oxygen, trying to slow his heart rate as his lion roared in triumph. Daisy leaned over him and swept his hair back from his face. “You okay?”

  “Good,” he panted. “Really good.”

  She smiled at him and kissed his chest before resting her head on it. Her fingers roamed over the fresh scar on his shoulder, tracing it lightly. He held her tight, stroking her long auburn hair as his lion purred to their mate.

  “God, I love your purring,” she said. “It needs to be made into an app to help people relax.”

  He laughed and she lifted her head to study him again. “I’m on the pill.”

  Dismay flooded his body and his lion’s purring cut out abruptly. She rubbed his chest almost soothingly as he tried to smile at her. “Okay, that’s good.”

  A small smile played at her lips. “You’re a terrible liar. I know you want to,” she paused, “put your cub in my belly.”