by Celia Kyle
Then she was bare. For him. Nothing covered her pale silken skin or obscured her lush curves. Not even the lingering reminders of her suffering at Angus’s hands could dim his need for her. The cat knew a hunt for the male was on the horizon, but he had only one person occupying his thoughts, one word repeating over and over.
Mine.
He traced the line of her legs, running his palms over her from ankle to hip. He let his thumbs meet above her mound, tracing the top of her slit. When she shuddered, he grinned, when she mewled, he smiled. His mate wanted him. The scent of her juices called to him and he knew she was soaking wet and ready for his cock.
“Grayson, please.”
He let his touch venture south, sliding one thumb between the folds of her sex. He knew exactly where she craved him, knew exactly how to get her screaming for him. He began his torture with small circles, each revolution drawing small gasps and rapid panting from Honor.
Her skin was flushed, pink and hot beneath his palms. Fuck, she was beautiful. Cock rock hard, he couldn’t wait to sink into her pussy, spread her wide and open for him. He’d slide in and out of her wet heat until they both came.
Soon.
Grayson removed one hand from her hip and wrapped his fingers around his dick, stroking his cock in a slow rhythm. With every circle of her clit, he tugged, with her every moan, he squeezed, and with every gasp, his dick pulsed. She responded to his touch and his body shuddered with her every sound.
They were perfect for one another.
His balls ached, throbbing and tightening as his desire rose and every one of her noises pushed him closer to the edge.
Then she cupped her breasts, kneaded them, and plucked her own nipples. That nearly undid him. His hands belonged on her body, his hands and mouth would give her pleasure.
His gums tingled, cat objecting to not being enough for their mate, and his teeth lengthened. “Mine.”
Honor’s golden gaze focused on him and she curled her lip as she narrowed her eyes. “Am I?”
She taunted him, taunted the cat, and he couldn’t hold back the instinctual need to dominate his mate, to show her who held the power in their relationship. In a flash he removed his touch and crouched over her, lowering until his face was mere inches from hers.
“Mine,” he snarled.
Honor arched and rose from the mattress. Her breasts brushed his chest while her moist pussy stroked the hard length of his cock. “Am I?”
*
Honor shouldn’t push him, shouldn’t shove at a male on the edge, but it felt too good. His power, his aggression, his dominance… it all called to her cat as well as her human half. There was no fear inside her, none lurking in the corner of her mind.
The last few weeks solidified in her mind, reminding her the snarling male hovering above her was her mate. Her patient, loving mate. Teasing him wouldn’t change that fact.
“Prove it, Grayson.” She rocked her hips, sliding her pussy along his dick and shuddering as the tip nudged her tender clit. She couldn’t wait to have him inside her, pushing deeper and deeper as he fucked her. Fucked. She had no doubt this first time would be a hard and fast meeting. They could make slow, sweet love later. She needed her male to take control. “Prove it.”
She let her challenge fill her gaze and Grayson’s eyes flared bright while his fangs lengthened and peeked past the edge of his lip.
It took a small shift, a tiny repositioning, and then the blunt head of his dick was snug against her opening. The rounded tip pressed forward, giving her a small stretch as he began his journey into her. She gasped at the new touch, at the imminent possession.
Was this how it would have been with…? Honor shoved the question aside and banished the idea. She wanted this, wanted to be filled by Grayson, and she refused to allow her past to intrude on her future.
A question sprung to his eyes then, his gaze searching hers, and she answered the unasked inquiry. “Prove it. Now.”
He growled, the rumbling sound traveling through her body in a rolling wave of pleasure. Her cat answered with an undulating purr, filling her from head to toe with the rising and falling vibration.
Grayson’s muscles tensed, bulging and straining beneath his skin, and the distinct sound of fabric tearing reached her. A glance to the right revealed his clawed fingers dug through the blanket and in to the mattress.
Her mate hung on by a thread.
Good thing she did as well. Her cat prowled and paced, waiting for the perfect moment to spring forward and claim him for their own.
Honor was ready.
She allowed the animal to come forward, to transform her fingers into claws as she scraped them along his arms and then pressed them into his skin. Hard, but not hard enough to pierce flesh. That would come when she bit.
“Prove it.” She raised her legs, hooking one over his hip and tightening her muscles. “Prove it.” He snarled as she lifted the other, repeating the move until she encircled him. “Prove it.”
And he did. He pushed his cock into her, stretching her virgin walls further than she’d ever experienced. Her toys had nothing on the thick length of his dick, but thankfully they had prepared her for his penetration. Nothing more than a slight burn accompanied his thrust. He shoved forward, deeper and deeper, harder and harder. She moaned deep and long, the sound continuing until their hips met.
Honor panted, pleasure overtaking her with the fullness.
“Honor.”
Worry coated his tone and she shook her head. “I’m fine. More than.” She tightened her hold on his shoulders, scenting the hint of blood that filled the air when she pierced his skin. “Make me yours.”
Grayson withdrew a tiny bit and then pushed forward once again, his body pressing against her needy clit. The action sent a bolt of pleasure through her, bringing her nerves to life and drawing a moan from her chest.
Instead of questioning the sound, he repeated the move, a small retreat and then a slow push forward.
“Yes,” she hissed, loving the way his cock stroked her inner-walls. His hard dick rubbed all of those delicious places, stretching her heat and caressing her with his every shift of muscle. “More.”
Grayson growled, baring his teeth as his eyes brightened. Instead of scaring her, it made her want him more. She tightened her thighs, urging him to move as she desired, and then she groaned when he did as she silently asked.
He picked up a slow, deep rhythm, punishing in its unhurried pace.
All the while she clung to him, their gazes locked, bodies moving together as one. She saw the love she held in her heart reflected in his gaze, saw the depth of his feelings and the possessive dominance that drove him. She hoped he saw the same in her. Because once she claimed him, he would be hers and hers alone.
Grayson withdrew, pulling his cock nearly free of her pussy, and then he roughly shoved forward. “I’m going to claim you.”
“Yes.” Her pleasure grew, increasing with his strength.
He repeated, a gentle retreat and a punishing thrust. “Make you mine.”
“Yes.” It grew further, forming a bubble of desire.
Again. Soft and then rough. “Never let you go.”
“Yes.” It stretched and filled even more, extending taut and shoving her toward release.
Then words weren’t needed. There was only their bodies, the slap of skin on skin with the lewd sounds of their hips meeting warring with their panting moans. She writhed and scraped him with her claws while he snarled and purred.
Her pussy clenched around him, milking his shaft while also pushing her nearer to her pinnacle. The desire for him, the ecstasy she found in his possession, increased with every flex of muscle.
She moaned and writhed beneath him, his touch banishing any memory of Angus and London. It was all replaced by Grayson, by her mate.
“Soon. Please,” she whimpered, fighting for her orgasm, knowing it was so damned close.
“Mine.”
Honor let her cat come forwa
rd, let her teeth lengthen and sharpen, preparing to sink into Grayson’s flesh, tying them together forever. At the same time, she tilted her head to the side, granting him access to her neck and shoulder. She wanted his claiming bite, craved and ached for it.
Pleasure continued to bolt and blaze down her spine, growing and growing until she felt she’d be lost to the sensations. Soon, soon, soon…
Grayson flashed his fangs once more, snarling and growling, showing her without words what his cat desired, and Honor’s beast rushed forward to answer.
“Now!” She roared the word as she surged forward, sinking her fangs deep into his flesh. His sweet blood flowed over her tongue, coating her taste buds and filling her with his essence.
At the same moment, pleasure exploded deep within her body, filling her and pushing through every inch of her frame. She twitched and spasmed, her muscles no longer her own. Fierce pain joined the bliss, Grayson’s teeth bursting past her skin to possess her flesh. He filled her, his blood and cock, as they claimed one another.
While her orgasm flowed through her, his body jerked, his hips slamming into hers one last time while a new heat filled her. A new rush of warmth and she realized he’d come inside her, his cum filling her as well.
She was fully claimed—blood, sex, and tears—she was his.
It’d taken six years, but now, they were tied together. Finally.
Panting, huffing air in and out of her nose, she let her fangs slip free of his flesh. She lapped at the wounds, shuddering when Grayson did the same before he pulled back to stare down at her.
His eyes no longer held the amber of his beast and the fangs that’d penetrated her shoulder were gone. “Hey.”
She licked her lips, savoring the droplets of blood there. “Hey.”
Just then a thundering knock filled the room, someone pounding on their bedroom door. As one, they snarled at the intruder.
“Look, peeps, I hate to interrupt and all,” Maya yelled through the door and she didn’t sound contrite at all. “But there are kids and stuff. So…”
Honor groaned. While the Prime and Prima had their rooms soundproofed long ago, none of the other rooms had the same treatment. Obviously she and Grayson got a little loud.
“Not that I listened or anything. Scout’s honor, lion’s honor, whatever.” Maya paused. “Not that I was ever a boy scout. Tried once, but I didn’t have a penis so—” Alex’s roar interrupted Maya’s ramblings and the Prima’s sigh was audible. As were her stomps as she left the area outside their door. “I didn’t say cock or anything, Alex!”
When silence reigned, Honor looked to her mate. Her mate. “I guess we’ll have to be quieter next time.”
Grayson rubbed the tip of her nose with his. “When’s next time?”
She rocked her hips, shuddering as he thickened within her. “Now?”
He pushed forward, his cock hardened. “Now.”
And then it was now over and over and over and…
When all was said and done, when they were exhausted and tired, Honor decided she was glad she was going to be locked up for the Gaian Moon. Otherwise, she was sure Grayson would break her vagina. The man was too good for his own good and his stamina was both a blessing and a curse. When he slipped his cock into her that last time… she couldn’t decide which.
Chapter Fifteen
“Fight for what you believe in and then make sure you win. Because that chick you just sucker punched? She’s totally getting off the floor and looks like she’s ready to throw down.” — Maya O’Connell, Prima of the Ridgeville Pride and woman who is gonna hide behind you this time since you’re the one who started the fight to begin with.
Honor had never entered the private suite housed above the club the pride owned. Genesis was large, larger than even the average size of big city clubs, but it had to be. It was the hotspot for several different shifter groups, the wolves in Stratton as well as the warren and pride in Ridgeville. No one raised a brow when a wolf or lion got busy with a rabbit and while cats and dogs didn’t generally get along, lions and wolves seemed to do fine in the sack.
She knew her lion was mighty fine. And hers. Lock, stock, and mating bite tied with a bow. The women tonight could sniff, but they couldn’t touch.
She glanced at her watch, noting the time. Nine at night. The moon was still making its way to its zenith and wouldn’t hit its height for a while yet. Facts didn’t lessen the twitchy feeling overtaking her. The cat prowled, growling because their mate was away from them. Though that growl turned into a purr whenever his gaze strayed to the upper level. The massive floor-to-ceiling window allowed her to observe the club.
Scantily clad women slunk in while heavily muscled males strode into the space. At a glance, the men all looked the same. Tall with massive muscles and a level of cocky that drove most women insane. It wasn’t until a person got close, when a shifter could scent the males, that their inner beast was discovered. For some Gaian Moon revelers, it mattered. To others, it didn’t. Some females refused to fuck males that weren’t their own species.
In some ways, Honor couldn’t blame them. What was a rabbit woman going to do a with a lion cub who’d try to eat all of its friends when shifted? It’d been hard enough keeping rabbit and squirrel off the “menu” in the pride.
People continued to pour into the space, human and shifter both since willing human women could carry a shifter as well as another shifter female. Plus, if a human birthed a shifter, the pride, pack, or warren would take care of them.
Really, it was win-win for the human. She got a kid, a doting father, and didn’t have to get tied down by a male.
Tied down… Honor shuddered and focused on Grayson, wondering what it’d be like to be tied down by him. His gaze met hers and he must have seen something in her expression because his eyes suddenly went gold. Another tremble overtook her. Could he read her mind?
She almost hoped he could.
Another glance at her watch, another hour gone. The restlessness of the club wove its way to her. Men and women already paired off, making their way to the back of the club to begin the festivities. Others still mingled, stroking and touching those they met, determining who was receptive and who was not.
Goose bumps rose on her arms and her nipples hardened to sharp points. Her body felt the pull to mate, to feel Grayson inside her once again. They’d fucked and made slow, sweet love as well as everything in between. Thanks to her shifter genes, she wasn’t the tiniest bit sore.
As soon as the fuck-fest was done, she’d drag him home and mount him. Now that she’d had a taste of her mate, she wanted more. A lot more.
Another wave of men and women, some rushing through the room and quickly claiming their partner, dragging them into deep kisses and frantic caresses.
The itching, tingling need in her grew more insistent. Her cat wanted Grayson. Now. He was there, right down there. It wouldn’t take much to shatter the glass and jump to his side. Quick and easy and then they’d show all the females he belonged to her. Not them. Her.
A woman strode past Grayson, slowed enough to give him an unhurried perusal. Her gaze traveled from his feet, along his legs, and paused at his groin before finishing her blatant examination.
Honor didn’t even have to think; the transition from human hand to lion’s paw was nearly instantaneous. A tiny flex and then it was an instrument of death. That woman’s, if she wanted to be precise.
She stepped closer to the window, expanded her paw, and scraped a single nail along the glass, marring the surface where the woman stood.
Grayson’s attention shot to her and he gave her a deadpan look. She watched him turn away from the predatory female without a glance and move toward the bar. Suddenly a phone receiver was in his hand and the phone on the desk rang. She snatched it from its cradle and pressed it to her ear.
“Yes, dear.”
“You know you’re mine.” His voice was deep and rough, more than a hint of his cat filling the words.
“Uh-huh.” She wondered if the woman would cry.
“Honor, you can’t challenge every woman who looks at me.”
She feigned shock and gasped. “Me? I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Maddy needs to ease up, you’re becoming way too bloodthirsty and you’ve only seen her a handful of times.”
She shook her head. “No, it’s you. I find I’m very, very possessive. And now that you’re mine, I want everyone to know it.”
“They know it, love. I didn’t even shower this morning. I reek of you.”
She wrinkled her nose. “That sounds less than sexy.”
Grayson laughed. “To me, it’s sexy as hell.” He growled. “Want you. Want these assholes out of here.” The definitive creak of plastic reached her. Her mate was gripping the phone entirely too tight. “The women scent you, but so can the males. One had the balls to ask me where he could find you.”
At least the insane urge to kill anyone who looked at him wasn’t one-sided.
“I’m glad you didn’t do anything to him. Alex would be angry.”
Grayson snorted. “If he found the body.”
Body. That slammed the lid on their joking faster than anything else. “Are the guards in place? I mean, the hidden ones? So…”
So no one could get near her. So Angus couldn’t capture her. So she wouldn’t be his victim and end up beneath him before he… before he sliced her to pieces like the defenseless rabbit.
“You know Stone is at the bottom of the stairs.” His tone went from enraged to soothing and she did know. She saw the massive gorilla shifter in place, his dark coloring, midnight clothes, and large build enough to send even the lions and wolves heading to the other side of the club. In the wild, a gorilla wouldn’t win against a lion, but with Stone’s training, she didn’t doubt the male could take down just about anyone.
