He tangled his tongue with her, urging her to return the erotic caresses. His breath sped up, his pulse raced and his lion loomed closer, brushing against this skin. He knew it would take very little to make the cat burst forth.
His body—his dick—was hard as steel. He wanted more. Wanted it all.
His palms itched to explore every soft hill and valley of her curvy body. To spread those rounded legs and see the center of her, hot, pink and glistening, just waiting for his mouth to suck the nectar from her depths. He’d never wanted anything, anyone more. His cat was positive this woman was meant to be their mate, and the man was fast succumbing to the same belief.
Willpower left him faster than a dust storm rose in the desert. Frantic animal passion took over. Barely aware of his movements, the finesse and skill as a lover he’d acquired over the years left him under the eager touch of his mate. Bachar could only feel. Only touch.
He drug her to him, her full breasts pressing against his chest. Hungry. He was so hungry. For her touch, taste, scent. He pulled back and barked out an order guaranteed to make them both go up in flames. “Strip.”
He saw the fear flare in the depths of her beautiful brown eye but didn’t back down. “You need to learn how to please a man. To please me.”
She stood proud and tall before him, but still, she hesitated. He watched as she bit her lip, wondering if he was pushing her too far, too fast. She placed her hand on her throat.
“Sally,” he began. The urge to have her was so great he could barely control it.
“How do I know?”
He reached out, cupping the side of her face. “Know what?”
“That you really want me.”
Anger and jealousy warred with the need to banish the look on her face. “I do not know what you have experienced in your past with men.” He placed a finger against her lips when she started to answer. “Nor, do I want to. But I can assure you there is basically only one emotion within me at the moment. Want. I want you, Sally Wilder, never doubt that.” He knew he’d lied the moment he spoke the words, but didn’t retract them. There was so much more to what he was feeling than simple want.
He caught her hand and dragged it below his waist. Roughly, he wrapped her fingers around his rock-hard erection. He groaned as all thoughts fled his mind. Her hand squeezed, and he was barely aware of lifting the hem of her shirt and removing it. She wore no bra and the sight of her breasts had his beast clawing for control. The knowledge that she was bare and free beneath the soft cotton fabric had pushed at his control all evening. Now, there was no need to hold back.
He filled his hand with her full, rounded flesh, his mouth finding the rosy tip of one pebbled nipple. He sucked the succulent treat deep inside his mouth, mashing it against the roof. Oh, how he wanted her. Needed her as much as he needed the next breath he took. She gasped at his love play, her hand clenching around his pulsating cock. Bachar almost came right there, his control little more than a boy’s.
Needing her now, desperate to bury himself in her warm, wet depths, he picked her up and carried her to the raised platform bed he’d had installed. He knew she would not believe it if he told her she was the first woman he had taken to his bed here in this suite. Usually, he joined his lovers in their room at the hotel. This, this was his sanctuary.
In spite of the lust running hotly through his veins, Bachar held tight to his control, determined to make this, their first joining, nothing but gentle. His little dove was as innocent as the day was long. She tasted sweet, like ripe berries. She tasted… like his.
She lay beneath his mouth, her lips softening, yielding, but not returning the sweet passion.
“Kiss me back,” he demanded.
“I am.”
He pulled back until he could see her gaze. “You have much to learn about kissing, Miss Wilder.”
She smiled, her pretty mouth curving up on the ends. “Yes, I suppose I do. What are you going to do about it?”
“Teach you, of course.”
His instincts were telling him to give into his cravings, show her the dominant predator that lived within and claim her—now, here, and as fast as possible. If he did, it would be with little finesse, and that would harm her. Inside her beautiful, curvy body, he had already sensed the hurt that she had suffered from other males. Males that were stupid and weak and took their own insecurities out on women who didn’t know how to stand up for themselves.
His cat growled and he realized he needed to calm down. While he couldn’t prevent the hurt she had already experienced, he could make sure she never suffered any from this day forward.
Because from this day forward she was his. One hundred percent. No negotiations, no turning back. His mate. His to love. Forever.
He pulled her into his arms and bent his head once again. This time, his lips landed on the soft flesh of her throat. “This is for you. For us.” He punctuated his words with soft, suckling kisses. “Tonight is ours.”
He ran his fingertip from the rapid pulse in her neck down over the curve of her breast and then circled one hard bud. “You are so responsive.” He traced his fingertip across her chest to her other breast, giving it the same torturous caresses. “You excite me until I ache. Until my lion is roaring inside me to take you.”
“I ache too,” she whispered.
One dark brow rose at her shy confession. “Indeed? And what would you have me do, little one?”
She tightened her grip on his shoulders. “Make it go away. Please, Bachar.”
“Your wish is my demand.”
Bachar pulled away to stand by the side of the bed. As naturally as if he’d been stripping before her since forever, he lowered the zipper of his jeans. Sally watched as his body was revealed to her hungry eyes. She was still amazed that this man, who looked as he did, would want her. He was yummy. Every muscle in his body was defined even though he was a giant of a man. She was too curvy, too ordinary to be considered delicious by anyone.
“Do not frown so.” He ordered as he approached the bed again.
His fingers dug into the waistband of her jeans, and with a quick tug, they were gone. He lay down beside her, stretching out, reminding her once again that she was not only going to bed with a powerful man, she was also bedding the animal that lurked within him.
As if he knew the doubts trying to overcome her, he bent his head and placed a kiss on her lips that was filled with passion and want and desire. “Never doubt that I am attracted to you.” As he had earlier, he took her hand and placed it on his turgid cock.
She’d never touched a man like this before, but the fire in her veins and the hunger in his eyes emboldened her. Tightening her fingers around the hardened flesh, she pumped her hand up and down, reveling in the guttural growl that escaped his lips.
She ventured a look at his face. He was staring directly at her. She continued to tease him as they watched each other. Soon, a drop of pre-cum was oozing from his slit.
His gaze remained fixed firmly on hers, sending shivers of anticipation hurtling through her. He shifted his position and commanded, “Open your legs.”
She hesitated briefly, but her pussy was already weeping for his touch. One of his fingers found her center and deliberately stroked up the middle. Her hips arched off the bed, and her hand tightened around his cock. “Bachar.” She breathed his name.
“Does that feel good, baby?” His eyes were laden with desire as he smiled. It was a small smile that barely lifted the corners of his beautiful mouth. It sent molten heat coursing through her. “I think this will feel better.”
Another finger joined the first, and soon he was mimicking her strokes, sliding up and down her hot core.
“More. I need more.” She knew she was begging, but heck, why shouldn’t she? This man, this handsome, overtly masculine man was stroking her pussy, pushing her to the brink of release and she wanted more.
She gasped when he pushed his fingers inside her and barely managing to keep stroking him.
/> “So damn tight,” he grunted as he pushed in and out of her body, making their breathing labored. He suddenly moved, bracing himself on his elbow and clasping the back of her head with his hand. His lips were harsh as they took her mouth. Determined, hungry. Oh, so hungry. The move had given him more room to ravish her body but had trapped her hand between them. She was unable to keep pleasuring him. His fingers were now hitting that spot inside her that she’d believed was only a myth before. Her body was awash with sensations. Hot, cold, fire and ice. She was burning up and shivering at the same time.
She was hopeless against the demands his fingers were making on her body. “Bachar!” This time his name was a scream as she came all over his hand. Her body convulsed and her pussy clenched around his fingers.
“That’s it, baby. That’s it.” He continued to move swiftly in and out of her body, ringing every last reaction from her. As her orgasm faded, his movements slowed. She gasped when he withdrew from her completely and finally opened her eyes.
He was looking at her with an expression she couldn’t read. Yes, there was desire, heat, want. But he also looked angry. She blinked, trying to clear her vision, her mind. She shifted, and he moved, allowing her to free her hand. His cock was still rock hard.
“Bachar?”
He didn’t answer but pushed between her legs, urgency in every movement. There was no time for doubts or worry as he spread her legs and pressed the head of his cock against her still sensitive core.
She’d thought he’d thrust into her fast, hard, and to the hilt. But again, he surprised her. Instead, he moved inside her slowly, inch by torturous inch until he filled her completely. She was astonished that she could take him. His cock had felt monstrous in her hands. She moved her hips tentatively. She hadn’t been wrong. His size stretched her to her limits, a sensation that wasn’t unpleasant. In fact…
“Oh, heavens above,” she gasped when he pulled back out of her. He felt just as good pulling out as he did thrusting inside her. Her fingers clasped his shoulders. She still didn’t understand his angry countenance, but she didn’t care now. All she cared about was the feel of him inside her. She wrapped her legs around him and demanded, “More.”
She could literally feel his control, the restraints he’d bound himself in, snap as he started to move faster, harder, pounding into her as her body strained upwards to meet him thrust for thrust. She gave into her desires as well. Into her needs. She’d never felt so empowered, this confident, and it had everything to do with this man. She felt beautiful, desirable. Wanted.
Tension coiled, grew, spread upwards and inwards, driving her wild with the mind-numbing pleasure of it all. She teetered on the verge, hanging there for a heart-stopping second before dropping off the other side. Her release shattered her, reshaped her.
“Albi.”
She managed to open her eyes as he grunted the word that she still didn’t know the meaning of. And when she did, she was greeted with the most amazing sight. His face as he found his release. He lifted his head, the tendons of his neck straining as he thrust into her body over and over again. His cock so hard she didn’t know how she was taking it, but taking it, she was. And loving it.
“Albi.” This time the word was a growl. His eyes met hers, a deep, dark amber that made her shiver. He was so powerful, so primal.
He grabbed her hip, holding her still as he plunged into her one last time, his cock hot and pulsing, spilling his seed inside her.
His big body collapsed on top of her, and they lay together, their breathing ragged. After a while, he moved, pulling out of her body. The sensation made her gasp, her pussy raw and sensitive.
Without saying a word, he got up from the bed, walking across the room to the connecting bathroom. She heard the sound of water and debated getting up herself. Or grabbing her clothes and running away.
She didn’t have time to decide. He was back in the doorway in just a moment. Just like earlier, she tried to find something to cover herself. She sat up, grabbing a pillow to hold in front of her. Silly, she knew, when he’d just seen everything—and she did mean everything.
But somehow, lying on top of the silk comforter now, without the haze of passion clouding his vision—well, all fluffy women knew that wasn’t a good thing.
He stood by the bed looking down at her. She tried to look at him, but his cock was right there. In front of her. So yummy and delicious looking all she wanted to do was lean forward and take him into her mouth.
“Come.” He held out his hand, totally at ease.
She placed her hand hesitantly in his. “Where are we going?”
He didn’t answer, merely pulled her to her feet. She followed meekly behind him, dropping the pillow back on the bed. Her gaze now focused on his rock-hard glutes. Wow, the man was built, coming and going. Her pussy clenched.
They walked into the bathroom, and she saw that he had run another bath. Without a word, he helped her over the side. She slid into the silky smooth water, unsure what to do. She’d never taken a bath with a man before. He stepped over the edge and sank into the hot water on the other side.
“Does it not feel good?” He looked at her.
“Mmm.” And it did feel good, especially on her tender girl parts. But awkward. She somehow managed to resist the urge to bring up her knees and cover her breasts with her arms. Barely.
Barely. She almost snorted with laughter. She was bare alright.
“Come here.” He sat on his side of the tub, his arms stretched across the edge, his long legs crossed in front of him. The water was crystal clear. She saw every inch of his body in all its perfection. From his broad shoulders down to the massive size of his biceps. His chest was a solid wall of muscle covered in a perfectly proportioned mat of dark hair. But then she shouldn’t have been surprised. Everything about him was perfection. Her gaze skipped down to his feet. A smile curled her lips. The saying about the size of a man’s feet matching the size of a man’s cock was absolutely true—at least in the shifter world.
And speaking of that. She allowed her gaze to travel upwards. His calves were strong and sure, and his thighs reminded her of tree trunks. She couldn’t see it at the moment, but she knew his ass was, well, magnificent. Well rounded cheeks that made a woman want to sink her teeth into them. Did men feel that way about a woman’s ass?
Her gaze finally landed on the part of his body that she really hadn’t gotten to look at. His cock. And my, oh, my, what a cock. Granted, she hadn’t seen many up-close and personal. Yeah, she’d been guilty of looking on the internet. But what she’d seen there and what she was looking at now…No comparison. She licked her lips, taking him in. Even unaroused he was massive. And aroused…her pussy started to ache just thinking about him inside her again.
He must have noticed—and appreciated—where she was looking. His dick started to grow as she watched.
“Come here,” he repeated again.
She raised her eyes to his. The daring she’d felt earlier returned, and she lifted her finger, motioning him over. “Why don’t you come over here?”
They stared at each other for a moment, and she started to fill with doubts. Then, he moved. Slowly, sensuously, gliding through the water. Before she knew it, he was there, on top of her, pressing her back against the side of the tub. “I thought cats didn’t like water.”
His mouth curled in amusement. “Oh, we like anything that’s nice and slick.” His eyes flickered downward where their bodies were touching, groin to groin. “Are you nice and slick?”
“Why don’t you find out for yourself?” She leaned her head back against the tub and arched her hips upwards. His cock bumped against her lower stomach, a move that just a day ago would have embarrassed the shit out of her. With a speed that amazed her, she found herself flipped around. Now on top, she straddled his lap and grasped his shoulders for balance.
“What are you doing?”
“Not what I want to at the moment.”
“Oh.” Her face fell,
and she bowed her head to hide her expression. He didn’t want to be here with her.
His arms tightened around her, pulling her closer. Her center slid against his cock, and she groaned.
He said a curse word in the language he’d used with his men earlier that day, and she tried to pull away.
“Sally.” Her name was a low warning to stop.
“Why are you angry?”
“I am not angry.” His brows drew together in a frown. He wasn’t angry. Just frustrated that he couldn’t let the lion out. Okay, he admitted, when his lion poked him. He was angry that he couldn’t sink his teeth into the side of her throat and drink her blood. Angry that he couldn’t mate with her.
“You look angry. Now and earlier, too.”
“Sally.” He spread his hands across her back, drawing her close still. “If I’m angry, it is at myself for wanting you again. It is too soon. You are too innocent for the things I wish to do to you tonight.”
“Really?” Her mouth curved into that half-smile he’d noticed from the moment he’d set eyes on her. Sexy and vulnerable all at the same time.
“Isn’t there anything we can do tonight?” She shifted, rubbing her cunt against his cock. He grunted, and she smiled, making the same move again. “Nothing at all we can do?”
“Well, perhaps there are some things.” He leaned forward and took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking softly.
Chapter Five
Sally woke the next morning alone. Not that she’d expected Bachar to remain with her throughout the night. He was like any other man. Once they had what they wanted, they left. Sighing deeply, she threw the covers off, shivering slightly. While she’d been warm and toasty under the down filled comforter, the room was chilled. No doubt the temperature was turned down because of Bachar’s higher metabolism. One of the few facts she knew about shifters was that their body temperature ran hotter than most humans.
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