Cougar's Gift: Pacific Northwest Cougars: (Shifter Romance)

by Moxie North

  She’d avoided the uncomfortable virgin conversation in the past by never ever getting even close enough to necessitate that talk.

  Now her mystery man who was still incredibly mysterious was holding her, looking over a river, in the woods. How did this all happen in the matter of a few hours?

  How did she explain that her experience with men was near zero. That she had fantasized about him so many times he had better be a rock star in the sack to live up to her expectations. But then she’d also have to actually have sex with him for that to even matter.

  Gah! This was awkward and exciting. Maybe she could just play her cards coyly and give herself some much needed time to figure out if this guy was the one.

  Obviously her imagination had thought up the possibility or she wouldn’t have masturbated to him dozens of times.

  They sat in silence for a while with Libby pondering possibilities and probabilities. Stryker, on the other hand, was contentedly enjoying what he had.

  His mate in his arms. Her scent surrounding him. They were sitting in the middle of the forest alone. Just them with no outside distractions. Aside from them being fully clothed, he was pretty damn happy.

  As was his now standard operating procedure he took a moment and assessed his mate. She was breathing normally. Her heart rate was normal. But there was an air of tension about her. Not fear, he could smell that on people. She was more thoughtful in her tenseness.

  “You okay?” he asked her.

  “What? Oh, yeah. Just thinking,” she muttered.

  “About?”

  “Stuff.”

  He grunted, he was going to need to tread lightly. “What kind of stuff? You can tell me,” he tried to sound engaging.

  “Hmm, well,… I was thinking that I’m a little concerned with my choice of taking a ride with a virtual stranger and letting him walk me into the woods. No one knows I’m here. I didn’t tell my parents that I wasn’t going to be home right away. And if this was some afternoon TV drama I’d be branded the dumbest girl in the world,” she finished with a little huff.

  Now that she’d said it out loud she was the dumbest girl in the world. She was with a man, she didn’t know, in the freaking woods!

  “Well, it’s not like I’m some stranger that just blew into town. I do work there and people know me. If you went missing they would probably come after me first. Second, you still live with your parents?” That could put a damper on their spending time together he thought.

  “Uh, yeah. Well, after college I came back home and didn’t see the point of moving out. The library is just a short walk from my parents. They kind of need adult supervision.”

  Wow, that sounded like she kept her parents locked up in the attic. Which wasn’t a bad idea except that’s where she lived technically.

  “Makes sense. I’d like to meet them,” he threw out. It was going to have to happen at some point.

  “Ohh, yeah…no, that wouldn’t be a good idea,” she said with a slightly hysterical giggle.

  Biker dude, meet mom and dad, hippie and super hippie. Super hippie was a title she transferred between her parents depending on who was being the wackiest at the time.

  Her mom usually won out.

  “You don’t think they’d like me?”

  Stryker said this knowing that most people didn’t like him. But then, he didn’t like most people either.

  He found humans especially to be rather frivolous. They let their emotions rule them. They let other people’s opinions rule them even more. That kind of shit didn’t fly with him. Since humans were a lot of work and most shifters found him too…animal. He’d stayed the loner.

  “I think they would be freaked I brought a guy home period,” she snorted.

  “They’ve never met any of your boyfriends?” He managed to ask this without growling. He didn’t want anyone touching what was his.

  “Uh, no boyfriends,” she said casually, picking at an imaginary piece of lint on her skirt.

  She felt her body being turned around to face him. She looked up at his thoughtful gaze, dang he was pretty.

  “Ever?” he asked softly.

  Libby swallowed, dang this was embarrassing.

  “Never,” she answered. She really wanted to make up some elaborate lie, but her gut told her he’d see right through it. He watched her too closely and she was sure she had at least fifteen tells when she was lying. She’d suck at poker.

  Stryker let this information roll over him. Was it possible that his mate was a virgin? He couldn’t think of anyone he’d met under the age of eighteen nowadays that was still a virgin. He’d certainly never been with one. How did you even go about that? Fuck him.

  Chapter 13

  “You’re a virgin?” he asked calmly.

  Inside his cougar was doing fucking backflips. He didn’t even care if it put him in the caveman category. His mate being made for him, only for him and he’d never have to share her with anyone. Not even her past sent him over the moon.

  “Uh, yes?” she said, blushing furiously.

  “Is that a question?”

  “Erm, no, technically I’ve never had sex,” she answered.

  “Technically?” He needed clarification on that point.

  “Well, it’s not like I’m some raised by wolves and have no idea how babies are made type of person. I’m an adult that has an active imagination and can take care of myself, so to speak. So I’ve yet to meet anyone I’m willing to share myself with.” She tried to say this with utmost confidence.

  It didn’t come out that confident.

  Stryker let her words soak in. He ignored the raised by wolves comment.

  His difficult task of telling her all his secrets was just made infinitely harder knowing his slow pace would now have to slow to a crawl.

  How the fuck was he going to slow down when all he wanted to do was kiss her, taste her and lick her skin then fuck her senseless?

  Libby could see him thinking, it was a face she was starting to recognize. Would he be angry that he was hanging out with a virgin? Or would he run scared not wanting that responsibility?

  It’s not like it was a responsibility really. Her body, her choice. It simply meant she was in control of when and where she gave up her virginity.

  It was a second of time, that although important, was still a blip in a person’s lifespan.

  “It doesn’t have to be a big deal. I mean, it’s not like you were planning on hooking up with me. We can just be friends or something,” she mumbled. Wow, that sounded so incredibly lame she visibly flinched at her own backtracking.

  Stryker again didn’t say anything; his eyes were on her, reading every movement of her face.

  Her eyes darting away from him, her teeth chewing on her bottom lip. The blush on her cheeks that had gone from pink to a full on red that crept down her neck. He didn’t like seeing her uncomfortable, she shouldn’t feel that way with him.

  He grabbed her hips and lifted her so she was astride his lap. He brought his hands up to cup her cheeks and said, “Look at me.” Her eyes had been flicking around to anywhere but him. They finally settled on his face and he saw tears welling in them.

  “Shhh, little mouse. You have nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, I applaud your self-control. Not many people can make the decision about who their first time will be with and stick to it.

  There’s usually some bad teenage choice and/or alcohol involved. Don’t think because you’re a virgin that makes you any less of a woman to me. In fact, it makes me realize just how precious you really are. Also, how strong you are. That’s damn sexy to me.

  I’m not going to rush you into anything. I won’t lie and say I won’t be honored and fucking thrilled if you choose me to be your first. I’d cherish that until the day I died.”

  He watched her take in what he was saying. Those teeth worrying her lip again. He slid his thumb over her mouth and pulled her lip free rubbing over the bruised spot she’d made.

  “I want you, Libby.
I think you’re sexy as hell, your body is sweet and soft and just the feel of you sitting on my dick is fucking heaven. But you call the shots, yeah?

  You tell me how fast or how slow or you can tell me to fuck off that I’m not worthy. I’ll admit that if you choose that, I will try to convince you otherwise. I don’t give up that easy.”

  Libby saw a small smile tip up the corners of his mouth as he spoke. He wasn’t running away and he wasn’t looking at her like she was a freak.

  She could still feel the hard heat of him under her and her mind and heart were fighting for a logical next step. Her heart and her pussy were clearly on the same side. Her mind was the one interfering with a potentially good time.

  She saw he was waiting patiently for her to formulate a response. She noticed he did that whenever he laid something heavy on her. He didn’t push for an answer; he let her take her time.

  But then she realized, she had done the same for him. Man, their individual internal dialogue would probably fill a book.

  “I like you,” she finally whispered to him.

  She felt a rumble go through his body. That was weird.

  “I like you too,” he answered. Leaning forward he brought his lips to hers and she opened under his mouth.

  He kissed her deep and slow. He was usually a very aggressive, hard kisser. His little mouse needed coaxing and even his cat was liking this game.

  “I want to make you feel good, little mouse. Will you let me?”

  Libby drunkenly pulled back from his mouth. “Like what?” She wasn’t sure if that was the right thing to ask, but it’s the first thing that popped out.

  “How about I make you feel good. If I do it right, I’ll make you come for me. Clothes on with just kissing and maybe a little touching,” he offered.

  He was giving her small nipping kisses as he spoke. Libby was hearing him, but her mental functions were slow on the uptake. Did he say make her come?

  “Make me come?” she parroted, shaking her head to clear the cobwebs.

  “Sweetheart, that would make my fucking day to see you come apart for me,” he growled.

  That sound made her pussy clench and she could feel the heat and dampness on her panties. She made a small mewling noise that she couldn’t hold back.

  “That’s my girl. You like that idea don’t you? You don’t even have to move just let me guide you,” he said, pulling her hips higher on his lap before she could protest.

  He settled her hot pussy right over his rigid cock. Even with the layers of fabric between them he could still feel her and he sure as fuck could smell her.

  “You’re hot and wet for me. I like that little mouse. I’m going to be up front with you. I’m not normally a big talker. I can talk to you, but that’s because I know you’ll really hear me. I like to talk during sex. I want you to know how much I’m enjoying myself so I’m going to ask you if you like what I’m doing. I’m going to use all sorts of bad language that might sound harsh, but it just means I’m way the fuck into you.”

  His words were sexy and sincere, which made Libby want to kiss him. Not that she was ready to be that forward.

  “I read romance novels, Stryker,” she explained.

  “So?”

  “Do you know what’s in those? Sex scenes, lots of them. I like reading about other people having sex,” she admitted.

  “Heaving bosoms and shit?” he mocked.

  “Try hard cocks and wet pussies,” she returned.

  She heard his growl and could swear that his eyes changed colors for a moment. But that was probably a trick of the light.

  “Say it again,” he hissed.

  Libby understood this part of the bantering, her books taught her all sorts of sexy talk. Finally being a book hoarder was going to pay off. And she felt like she could say things to him and he wouldn’t make fun of her. He was into her she couldn’t even deny that for a moment.

  “Which part? Cock or pussy?” she teased.

  “I like seeing your sweet mouth say cock. I like even more thinking about your pink mouth wrapped around my dick,” he said. Fuck it, he wasn’t going to scare her off if she hadn’t started running by now.

  “I’ve never done that,” she whispered back to him. Not in a timid way, in a taunting way.

  “Oh darling, I can show you all about that. I’d be pleased as fuck to be the first person to lick that pussy of yours. I bet you taste like candy.”

  “Hmm, doubtful,” she murmured. But the mention of it had her unconsciously pitching her hips forward, her clit hitting the hardness of him.

  “Now you’re gettin’ it. Use me baby. Rub that little clit against me and come hard on me,” he ordered this and the command made Libby’s nipples tighten and her back arch.

  Stryker took advantage and slid his hand up to cup her breast, his thumb rubbing the hard nipple through her shirt.

  “Fucking hell, your tits are big and beautiful. Perfect fit,” he said low, his hand flexing around her breast.

  “You have big hands,” she reminded him.

  “Hell yeah I do,” he agreed. He leaned down and latched on to her neck and sucked at the rapid pulse point he found. He heard her cry out and did it again this time using his free hand to pull hard on her hip, driving her against him.

  Stryker could tell by the way she tilted her hips she was trying to make the most contact between her clit and anything hard she could rub against.

  “Work yourself on me, baby,” he said into her neck. “Your pussy is sweet and hot and I would love to bury my dick inside you.”

  “Stryker,” she whimpered. This was how people got carried away. A little stimulation then someone mentions going all the way and it seems like a brilliant idea. Anything to keep the amazing sensations going.

  It felt so good, her clit was swollen and aching and the rubbing against him was abrasive but still sooo good. She didn’t want to pause and think about her dry humping him on a rock. She just let herself have this. Feeling the moment.

  “You want me to tell you what else I’d do to you?” he asked, licking up her neck and sucking her mouth into a wet hard kiss.

  He felt her nod against his mouth and was pleased as fuck he didn’t have to hold back in this area. Keeping his dick in his pants was taking monumental effort and his cat was complaining at being so close, yet so far away. Getting her wetter would appease his cat, he could bask in her scent.

  “If I had my way you’d be stripped naked on my lap right now. I’d take your sweet ass in both hands and run my dick between your pussy lips, teasing you until you begged me to take you. I’d suck your nipples so far into my mouth I’d leave hickeys on your skin.

  I’d bite down on your tight nipples and make you enjoy the pain. Then I’d have you suck on my finger, get it real wet, then slide it down your ass crack and push against your asshole just so you’d feel that I had all parts of you in my control,” he purred these words at her and smelled her gush in her panties.

  Her hips were moving now without his assistance. She was getting riled up and he kept at her.

  “My little mouse who likes to squeak. I’ll make you scream my name. I’ll make you beg me to fuck you. I’ll have you over my bike with your skirts up and will fuck you until your legs won’t hold you. I’ll take you to my cabin, tie you to my bed and make you come over and over again by eating out that tasty pussy.

  All night, Libby. I’ll fuck you all night. I’ll make sure you come until you’re limp and pass out. Then I’ll wait. I’ll let you rest, then I’ll wake you up and let you suck my dick hard so I can fuck you again,” he said this, but it wasn’t just dirty talk. It was a goddamn master plan.

  “Ssstryker,” she warned. Her climax was coming and it was going to be big.

  “Give it to me, mouse,” he ordered.

  Chapter 14

  Libby had never come in front of another human being, but she was on full overload and trusted Stryker to keep her safe. Her body locked and she ground down against his cock finding t
he friction to send her over the edge.

  She heard him groan low and his hands tightened on her breasts, it was just what she needed as her body exploded and sweet bliss poured out of every inch of her skin. She could hear herself scream, it was hoarse and loud, but there was no stopping it.

  Her body continued to shudder and jerk over him, her pussy clenching and trembling. Libby sought out every drop of pleasure until she fell limp onto his chest.

  “That was fucking beautiful, mouse,” he said, giving her soft kisses along her temple.

  His cougar was fucking pleased as hell that they’d gotten their mate off. And if she could come that hard with her clothes on, Stryker could only imagine what she’d be like when he got her in a proper bed.

  After having her come on his lap, he realized there was no way he was going to be an IF in her life. He was going to be the one and only in her life. He’d keep her so weak with pleasure she would never regret giving herself to him.

  Libby was trying to make her brain function. She was breathing heavily, her heart pounding a mile a minute.

  Stryker’s hard cock was still pressed against her now sensitive mound. He hadn’t gotten off, but she sure had. There probably wasn’t an animal within a mile that didn’t run scared from all the noise she made.

  She knew she should be embarrassed, but Stryker was kissing and petting her, telling her how amazing she was. It was hard to not let a little of that soak in.

  “Baby, look at me,” he encouraged. Stryker didn’t want her hiding from him. He needed to see her eyes after she came like that. He wanted to memorize that look. Save it for rough days or when he missed her.

  Libby tilted her head back and managed to crack her eyelids open to him. Stryker brushed the hair around her face that had become dislodged back and started chuckling. Libby’s eyes shot open then, was he laughing at her?

  “No, not at you,” he said like he was reading her mind. “You look fuck drunk, darlin’. It’s a good look on you. One that I wouldn’t mind seeing often,” he amended.