by Cynthia Sax
“I’m yours,” she reassured him, curling her fingers in his shaggy hair, holding onto him. “Only yours.” He sucked on her elbow, and she moaned, the pressure exquisite.
“I need to lick you all over.” Royce lifted her onto the boardroom table and pushed her onto her back. “Remove his scent.” He raked his deadly claws over her clothes, removing them with a scary ease, a burning intensity, the remnants swept to the floor.
“Better.” His eyes gleamed as he perused her naked body. Starr’s face flushed, all of her abundant curves, curves society deemed unattractive, exposed. “Perfect,” he growled and when she was with him, she was perfect, lush and womanly and beautiful.
His nostrils flared and his top lip curled. “I still smell him on you.” He rubbed his hands up her legs, over her ankles, her calves. She laughed as he tickled behind her knees, the laughter dying once he reached her thighs. “Spread for me, mate,” he ordered.
“He didn’t touch me there.” Starr complied, embarrassingly aware of how wet her pussy was. She dripped for him.
“He’ll never touch you here.” Royce cupped her ass, pulling her toward him, the tips of his claws pricking her skin, his gaze on her pink folds. “All of this cream is for me and for me alone.”
“Okay,” she whispered, holding her body completely still.
“Better than okay.” He held her gaze as he lifted her hips, raising her mons to his lips. Royce extended his tongue and licked her from ass to clit. Starr screamed, pleasure surging over her, one huge wave of passion followed by smaller ripples.
“Quiet, mate. My brothers are trying to work.” Royce grinned, the damn lion knowing exactly what he was doing to her. She glared at him. He buried his face in her pussy, licking, nibbling, sucking, slurping up her cream, her thighs trembling in his big hands.
“Royce.” Starr dug her fingertips into the wooden tabletop, trying, needing to hold onto something, anything, her world spinning faster than her boss’s tongue.
“Quiet,” he purred, his lips vibrating against her clit, the sensation escalating her desire to a fever pitch. She muttered curses under her breath, and Royce’s eyes glittered, the only warning she had, before he plunged his tongue deep inside her.
She came hard, bowing her spine, invaded, owned. She smacked her mons against his face, another shriek torn from her lips. He licked inside her, his thorough cleaning unlike anything she’d ever experienced, his lips pressed against her folds, his cold nose teasing her clit.
“You’re killing me,” she whispered, her voice so husky she didn’t recognize it.
“I’m eating you.” Royce smiled at her, his lips glistening with her juices. “Savoring you.” He licked her. “Lions love cream, and there’s no sweeter cream than our mate’s.” He fastened his mouth over her entrance and sucked hard, his cheeks indenting. Colors exploded in her mind, pushing her to the brink of blacking out, as Royce drained her pussy. “Delicious.” He smacked his lips lustily.
“Delirious.” Starr sagged on the boardroom table, her legs quivering and her curves undulating.
“Delectable.” Royce gazed down on his pleasure-ravished mate, her release flushing her pale skin a delicate pink. Her three releases. He smiled smugly. I pleased my mate.
Mate, his lion purred contentedly, a peace falling upon Royce. Starr understood his drive for success, his need to provide for their small pride of lion shifters, to build a strong base for their own offspring. He lifted his gaze to her round little belly. I was a fool to believe I could wait to claim her.
“Am I delectable?” She smiled up at him, her eyes glowing.
“Taste how luscious you are.” Bracing himself up by his arms, Royce lowered his chest to hers, flattening her bountiful breasts, and he pressed their lips together. Starr opened to him, anticipating his needs as she always did, and he surged inside her mouth, filling her.
As he stroked into her mouth, Royce rubbed his body over hers, gliding his fur-covered muscle across her curves, grinding his hard cock against her mons, branding her with his scent, erasing all traces of his rival.
Mine. His lion pushed to claim her completely, to fill her womb with his seed. He prodded at her moist entrance with his cockhead. She tilted her hips upward, aligning herself, and he pushed inside, her tightness squeezing him, her heat encompassing him.
“Royce.” Starr raked his back with her nails, leaving stinging lines across his skin, the pain exciting him.
“Mate,” he rumbled, covering her mouth once more, sinking deeper and deeper into her, pressing her ass against the boardroom table, the surface as hard as a rock ledge overlooking the Serengeti. Starr wrapped her legs around him, surrounding him with softness, the tactile sensation of skin rubbing fur delighting his cat.
His base pressed against her pussy lips, his tongue tickled her palate, and his chest pushed against her breasts. Starr gripped him tighter, cradling him between her thighs, accepting all of him, man and cat, boss and alpha, lover and mate.
Royce moved within her, savoring the slow slide, the leisurely rhythm, her gentle breath on his face, the scent of her musk, her supple skin. She rocked with him, responding to each push, her brown eyes shining with emotion… for him.
She’s beautiful, giving, generous, mine. He thrust harder, faster, wishing, needing to please her, his mate, his forever love.
“I love you,” Royce grunted, accepting that truth, Starr invoking a passion, a protectiveness, he’d never before experienced.
“Royce.” She clutched at his shoulders, her eyes covered with a glistening sheen, her pussy constricting around his shaft, that answer all he needed.
She loves me. He pounded into her, invigorated by that realization. All of the little touches, the two a.m. smiles, the perfectly brewed cups of coffee, the straightening of staplers not needing straightening, conveyed the same message. She loves me and cares for me.
His balls ached and his body shook, the need to come tremendous. Royce gritted his teeth and varied the angle of his thrusts, determined to please Starr first, to reinforce his words with action. She quivered under him, the tremors intensifying, the friction of skin against fur battering his control, his cat howling for release.
“Come for me, Starr,” he pleaded, his dignity deserting him, his alpha lion conceding sexual victory to his mate.
“More,” Starr moaned, smacking her hips against his, the pain radiating over his skin. She lolled her head to one side, exposing her pale neck.
Unmarked. Royce drove into her, his muscles pulled taut, straining with effort, burning. He bared his teeth and Starr’s eyes widened, her pants quickening, her grip on his cock savage, ravishing the remnants of his restraint.
“Come,” he demanded, lunging into her, his balls slapping against her ass. She gasped and he bit her hard, nipping her neck, marking her pale skin with his teeth.
“Royce!” she screamed, bucking upward, his prey trying to dislodge him, to escape him. He held on, pinning her ass to the table, downing her as his lion would down a gazelle, his mate writhing helplessly under him.
Royce thrust once, twice more and roared, spurting his hot cum deep inside her, setting off another round of erotic tremors, her pussy clenching and unclenching, milking every last drop from his cock.
“Fuck.” Royce shuddered and collapsed, her body twitching under his, the last death throes of passion. He lapped at the mark he’d left on her neck, soothing her pain, tasting the salt of her skin.
“This.” Starr wrapped her arms around him, her palms pressed flat against his back. “Is one hell of a promotion. Will we be doing this after every meeting? Because I should book the boardroom for longer.”
Work. Right. I’d forgotten about that. Royce shook his head, only his mate having the ability to purge business from his brain. “I love you, Starr.” He rubbed the tip of his nose against hers.
“I love you, boss.” She brushed her lush lips over his. “We should get back to work.” Starr slapped his shoulder, bringing him back to reality.<
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A reality with her by my side. Royce grinned.
Cynthia Sax
Cynthia Sax lives in a world where demons aren’t all bad, angels aren’t all good, and magic happens every single day. Although her heroes may not always say, “I love you,” they will do anything for the women they love. They live passionately. They fight fiercely. They love the same women forever.
Cynthia has loved the same wonderful man forever. Her supportive hubby offers himself up to the joys and pains of research. He receives a daily briefing on what every character is doing. You can also learn what Cynthia Sax’s characters are doing by visiting her website at www.CynthiaSax.com or emailing her directly at [email protected].
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