He granted her wish. It was a starving, needy kiss. His tongue swept inside her mouth. His kiss became aggressive and he kissed her like he fucked her pussy. Demanding. Passionate.
Burned her from the inside out.
Out of nowhere, a climax tore through her like a hurricane. The pleasure so sharp, so visceral, an out-of-this-world sensation she’d never experienced before. The intensity rather unnerved her a little. Her pussy rippled around his hard cock at the height of her pleasure.
He didn’t stop.
He kept pounding her and new pleasure started to build. He kissed her open-mouthed as he pulled out until the crown of his cock almost left her opening, then thrust back in such a way, she could feel all of him. His heat. The texture of his cock. The way it pulsed as if it possessed its own life. Christ. It was so divine. He gave her the new definition of pleasure.
“Michael. . .” she gasped. “I . . .”
He replied with a low growl that reverberated into the marrow of her bones. His mouth claimed her lips as his pounding became faster, harder. . .deeper it seemed, if such a thing was even possible.
Good God. Her brain scrambled in her skull. She could only murmur incoherent gibberish between his kisses. How was this even possible? The brand-new pleasure she’d never imagined. If this was a dream she didn’t want to wake up from it. And if this was reality, she didn’t want this moment to end. She’d always wanted this. Wanted him. Him. Only him. Forever. Damn it, this man belonged to her. Hers. As long as she breathed in this mortal world.
“Abby. . .” His face contorted with ecstasy. He pressed his forehead against her. “I. . .”
“I love you,” she blurted out.
His eyes widened. His face lighted up as if he’d just won a big lottery.
“Oh, babe,” he whispered. He kissed her again.
She didn’t need his answer. She just knew his feeling to her was mutual from the way he kissed her. Claimed her, possessing every fiber of her being.
Her body tensed, preparing another orgasm. His thrusts were precise, sharp and mind-shattering. All the nerves in her body lit up like Christmas lights. He pounded her over and over until the next violent orgasm crashed into her.
Her mind went blank. Her sight darkened for a moment. It felt like she was launched into the sky, high and flying between the clouds. A pleasure so exquisite it should be sin. A rapture. A little death, even.
She wrapped her thighs around his waist as her pussy squeezed his cock. The air around her thinned. Breath caught in her lungs. Her ears rang. Her pussy gushed juice that wet the sofa upholstery, something that had never happened before. And he felt even slicker. The sound of him fucking her was lewd and primal. He himself looked like a wild animal, lust-obsessed, full of raw power.
And she loved everything about him.
He thrust once. Twice. Thrice. And came. Perspiration dripped from his forehead. Muscles corded on his temples and jugulars. His cock swelled and spurted, gushing his hot, fertile cream. He shuddered. His breath was hot on her face.
She kissed him on the mouth. Greedy. Brazenly.
Give it to me, give it all to me she thought,
His cock stopped spasming on the ninth heartbeat. Then only their hard breaths followed. She bit her lip. No words were spoken as they rode the delicious afterglow. Curiously, his cock was still hard. Though at this point, she could only feel heat in her pussy from the sensory overload.
He then slowly withdrew from her and a trail of warm, creamy wetness followed. The scent of sex permeated in the air. Rich and redolent. Intoxicating like pheromones.
“Babe,” he cooed. “You’re mine.”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Forever.”
“Forever.”
Chapter Twelve
Michael made love to her two more times on the couch before he regained a semblance of his humanity. After weeks of waiting, knowing his mate was so close but totally unobtainable, the tiger within him was finally satisfied.
Abby looked exhausted when he picked her up, but she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his shoulder regardless. Michael carried her up the stairs and to her bedroom, and after he lay her down and made sure she was comfortable, he joined her in bed and held her close.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
Abby laughed. “Are you really asking that?”
“Uh, yeah.” Michael frowned. “I think I got carried away. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“If that’s what happens when you don’t think of me, you need to do it more often.” Abby grinned. “That was the best sex of my life, Michael. I can’t even compare it to anything else. It was just…”
“Perfect.” Michael completed for her. He kissed the side of her mouth, and Abby sighed contentedly and turned her head into the kiss. For a while they made out lazily, lips moving slowly and tongues caressing. Then, he pulled away. “I have something to tell you and I don’t know how to begin.”
“Oh my God, don’t tell me you’re pregnant?” Abby joked. “Of course, I will take all responsibility, Michael.”
He grinned. His grin turned into laughter. And they laughed together.
When he was able to collect himself, he dropped the bomb. “Abby, listen. I’m not the man you think I am. . .”
She waited expectantly.
“I’m a shapeshifter. Weretiger to be exact.”
She didn’t look surprised. At all.
“I can shift into a tiger,” he tried again. Maybe she didn’t get him the first time.
She stared at him long.
“Abby—“
“That’s cool,” she said at the same time.
Michael blinked. Her reaction wasn’t as he expected. He thought she’d be freaking out by then. Or kicking him out of the door for the freak he was. Humans weren’t aware of the existence of supernatural beings around them and they liked to keep it that way and for a good reason. People had the prejudiced tendency toward something that couldn’t easily be proven with logic. But shifters like Michael had been living among humans forever.
“Wait, why aren’t you freaking out?”
She laughed. “I thought you were kind of different when I first saw you, Michael. You have that animalistic charm about you.” She reached to him and kissed him on the lips. “Remember when I told you I used to play in the woods with my friends when we were kids? Well, that was our first encounter with the shifters. You know Luke McCall who runs the hardware store?”
“Of course. I get most of my materials from him. He’s a werewolf from Sterling pack in Tucker Point.”
“We were at the same age. We met him and the other cubs playing in the woods. That’s where we found out about the Otherworlders. It’s kind of an open secret around here. People don’t talk about it, but they surely know.”
A surge of relief washed over him. He was glad that she was open-minded. He’d been dreading breaking his secret to her.
She took his hand and squeezed it. “I like you the way you are, Michael. Human or were, it doesn’t matter.”
“Like?” Michael pretended being reproachful. “You said you love me.”
She punched his shoulder playfully. “Don’t tease me or I’ll take back what I said to you.”
“No, don’t do that. I was kidding.” Michael kissed her. Half of him became aroused again, but the other part of him was seriously considering their future. The repair jobs he took on with Jason were a good source of income, but he needed to treat them more seriously if he was going to be with Abby. Especially if they were going to start a family together.
Michael held her closer. “I love you, babe. More than you’ll ever know,” he whispered on her ear. She was his love. His perfect mate.
The first steps toward their future were his to take. As soon as he was able, Michael intended to turn the repair work he did into an official business—and he was going to ask Jason to be his partner.
Chapter Thirteen
“I don’t think I want to lea
ve,” Abby admitted. She sank down into her chair and stared at the pancakes on her plate. They were still hot from the kitchen, and the square of butter on them was melting slowly.
“Well of course you don’t want to leave,” Tiffany said with a grin. She sat up a little straighter in her chair, grinning mischievously. “I’m here, after all. Why would you want to leave when we can just hang out all the time?”
“Tiffany’s got a point,” Carmen said with a good-natured smile. “Cub's Cove is kind of the place to be… Both because the two of us live here, and because it’s the perfect balance between small town and city comforts.”
Abby laughed. Having both of her best friends around relaxed her immediately, and Abby was glad that they were around for this chapter of her life.
“Unless you mean…” Carmen giggled. “You’re talking about Michael, aren’t you?”
“Maybe.” Abby distracted herself from her embarrassment by reaching for the syrup. The amber liquid pooled over her pancakes and started to soak in. “Maybe a lot, yes.”
“I knew it,” Tiffany said, grinning. “How long has it been now that you’ve been in town? Three months? This is the longest you’ve ever been around.”
“She’s got a reason to stay now,” Carmen replied. The fruit plate she picked at looked amazing, but this morning Abby needed some comfort food.
The thought that she might stay in Cub’s Cove was frightening. She’d never moved because of a guy before, and certainly never for a guy who also happened to be a tiger.
The morning after they’d made love for the first time, Michael had shifted for her. Abby had immortalized every detail, and could recall with perfect clarity how fluid the transformation was. His bones had reshaped, and his skin had stretched, and hair had cascaded down his back like water falling from a tap.
And then, before she’d known it, a tiger stood before her. Sleek, powerful, and fearsome, but best of all, all hers.
“But that’s not why we’re here,” Abby said. It was time to refocus the conversation on the topic they’d gathered to discuss. Tiffany had called them all together, and Abby wanted to know why. “Tiffany, what’s going on? Why do you need all of us here?”
“Oh.” A sly smile spread Tiffany’s lips. “You know, it’s really nothing…”
Languidly, she stretched her left arm across the table, fingers pointing downward. The light from the restaurant’s window sparkled in the diamond on her finger, and Abby and Carmen gasped at the same time.
“No way!”
“Tiff, oh my God!”
Tiffany looked pleased with herself, and Carmen wasted no time in snatching her hand so that she could look closer at the ring. Abby leaned in to do the same.
“Jason proposed?” Abby asked. It had been about three months since the speed-dating event, and while Abby thought that was a little early, she knew she couldn’t judge her friend. It had been love at first sight with Michael, after all.
“Mmm hmm,” Tiffany said. “And so I listened to my heart and said yes.”
“I am so happy for you,” Carmen chimed in. “The two of you are a great couple.”
“So now we’ve just got to wait on the last great couple to make it official,” Tiffany said, beaming. She turned her gaze to Abby. “Is that why you’re not interested in leaving?”
“I…” Abby knew she was blushing yet again. Michael hadn’t proposed, but things were very serious between them. He pretty much lived with her in the cabin now, and while they made love every day, usually several times a day, they’d never used protection.
Abby was still having a normal cycle, but she knew that they were flirting with pregnancy.
The thought of it thrilled her, and she was sure Michael was actively trying to get her pregnant.
There was no illusion between the two of them—they were in it for life. They just hadn’t said as much.
“One day,” Abby admitted, and both of her friends laughed.
“Well, make it one day soon and we can plan our weddings together.” Tiffany winked at her. “And maybe, if we plan it right, our kids can grow up being best friends just like we were.”
“Well, if that’s the deal, then the two of you’d better hurry up and get settled,” Carmen said, eyes alight with joy. “Kevin and I just found out that we’re pregnant.”
“Shut up!” Tiffany gasped. “Carmen!”
“I’m so happy for you!” Abby said. It looked like it was good news all around.
At long last, the three of them were happy.
Abby hoped that it would stay that way forever.
* * *
“Listen to this, Tiffany and Jason are engaged.”
Michael lay beside Abby on the couch. It was early, and neither of them was fully awake yet, but she’d been chatting about the things on her mind.
“Did you know?”
“No.” Michael wasn’t surprised, though. Since they’d met, Jason had always bemoaned his love life. Now that he had a fantastic woman like Tiffany by his side, it was no wonder why he wanted to make things official.
Michael would have done the same if he was a human, but as a tiger, the significance of marriage was lessened. What was important was that Abby was his mate, and that was already well established. The two of them hadn’t talked about it, but Michael was sure she understood what was happening between them.
Since he’d brought up the endangered status of his pack and she’d replied that they’d fix it, he’d been trying to get her pregnant. Abby had never stopped him, or expressed disinterest in having kids.
Or cubs, Michael thought with a smile. With him as their father, there was a very good chance she’d be having cubs instead of human children.
He couldn’t wait.
“She’s so happy. Do you remember when they stopped in that night, right before we um, you know, made it official between us for the first time?” Abby paused. “It was because she was afraid of getting serious with him. Her last fiance died in a car accident a week before their wedding, and she thought that maybe she was cursed.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“Says the tiger-man,” Abby laughed.
Michael grinned and rolled them over on the bed, pinning her down to kiss her. Abby kissed him back and it wasn’t long before the passion between them ignited, and conversation was momentarily forgotten.
Abby’s soft skin might as well have been a drug for how addicted he was to it. He preferred to sleep naked. Skin to skin, nothing in between. He couldn’t get enough of the tender intimacy when he had her against his body, so close that he could hear her heartbeat. Her radiant warmth comforted him and her redolent scent drove his beast crazy.
It was how he liked Abby best.
He broke the kiss then gazed at her lush, delectable body. “Luscious,” he hissed. Mine. All mine. He cupped her breasts and squeezed them, her flesh firm and supple. At first touch, her nipples hardened. He loved the way she was so responsive to his touch. Moreover, the way she moaned that sexy, kittenish, mewl when she was stimulated. God. A guy could go on and on all night with a girl like that.
He slipped his hand to the juncture of her thighs, captured her clit and rolled it between his fingers.
“Michael. . .” she writhed. “I . . .”
Almost in an instant she creamed. The rich sexual dew signaled her arousal. Mmm, he loved it when she was in this state. He kissed her open-mouthed before he nuzzled behind her ear, small butterfly kissed that always drove her crazy. She squirmed in delight. He knew that was her erogenous zone, besides the nape of her neck, the small of her back or the hollow of her throat. He stroked her pussy like she was his favorite kitty-cat and pushed a finger into her heated core. Her pussy contracted around his digit as he rubbed her special spot.
“Michael. . .”
He chuckled. She couldn’t stand being teased like that but loved it at the same time. And he definitely wasn’t going to stop there. He slid in another finger and rubbed her in small circles. She pan
ted. Eyes half closed. Mouth half open. Fuck. She practically just begged to be kissed.
He kissed her greedily while he finger-fucked her until her body shuddered and her pussy clenched on his fingers. She came. He couldn’t get enough of watching her like that. Beautiful. Divine. Easy to please.
Michael withdrew his fingers and licked them. Delicious. He groaned low. His cock was so hard it hurt. He must have her. Now. “Lay on your stomach,” he ordered. And she obeyed like a good girl.
Oh God. He let out another groan as he watched her lush backside. She had generous hips and a fantastic ass. What kind of red-blooded male didn’t get turned on at this amazing sight? He spooned her and parted her legs with his knee, positioning himself. A heartbeat later he penetrated her.
A small gasp curled out of her throat, maybe it was a moan. Whatever it was it drove his beast nuts. He seized her hips as he tugged and pulled in agonizingly slow motion. He liked the sensation of the way his dick slid home. Hot. Wet. Welcoming like the embrace of a long-lost lover.
His feral instinct went into overdrive and he had a hard time controlling himself. He fucked her slowly and before long his thrusts became rapid and urgent. He wished she knew how good she made him feel. Pleasure this good, it had to be sin. He pulled. Slammed in. Faster. Harder. He then fucked her in a series of harsh strokes. She came all of a sudden. But that didn’t make him stop from delivering slam after slam of branding thrusts. She was his mate. His.
He growled as his climax approached. He pumped a dozen strokes and let free. He couldn’t hold it any longer. His cock spurted his seed. It felt so damn good coming inside her as he held her close, never letting go. His cock shuddered until he had nothing to empty. He kissed the back of her shoulder before he withdrew from her. He then flipped her on her back and attacked her with another lustful kiss. She returned his kisses until their hearts stopped pounding and their afterglow slowly dissipated.
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