I'm Not Lion To You: Soulmate Shifters World (Soulmate Shifters in Mystery, Alaska Book 2)

by Krystal Shannan

  “Yes, please, Kann. I need you.” She panted in his arms. Then pulled away and met his gaze. “Your eyes are gold again. Are you going to tell me why they change?”

  “Not right now, but later I will.”

  She nodded, her sky-blue eyes dilated and glazed with need.

  “I will still stop if you say a word, but I need you to tell me what you want. Use your words.”

  Her white skin was flushed, and her wet lips were swollen and red. He loved the look of her so hungry for him. Her hair was bunched up in his hand and caught tightly. He had all the control and yet none of it without her words.

  “I want you to touch me,” she whispered.

  “Where?”

  “Everywhere. And I want to feel you inside me Kann. I want to feel that,” she said, wriggling her butt over his hard cock, “inside me.”

  He groaned and leashed his lion before a snarl crawled up out of his throat and changed her mind. “I’m moving you to the bed.” He tightened the arm he had on her hip and released her hair, so he could support her shoulders with his other arm. He stood and moved the five steps to the back of the cabin to the bed. And laid her out before him.

  The blanket came open in a couple of places. Smooth white beautiful flesh, glowing with magick, beckoned his mouth and hands.

  He pulled off his shirt and shucked off his snow boots and snow pants. He wasn’t naked yet, but it was a start. Her eyes watched him in the low light from the glow of an electric lantern on the table. The woodstove didn’t really give off any light.

  Kann leaned over her body and pulled away the blankets, revealing the rest of her beautiful form. All long legs and curves, and white skin for miles. Her breasts were full and contained in her bra. She met his gaze again and her hands moved behind her back. Then the bra was loose, and she was tossing it off the bed, leaving herself completely bare. Open. She was giving herself to him. She wasn’t changing her mind this time. She wanted him just as he wanted her.

  He leaned over her, taking a nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around and around, until she was panting beneath him. Then he did the same for the other before trailing kisses up her collarbone. Her neck. Her chin. Then finally taking her mouth again. He gently pushed her legs apart and put a knee between her thighs. One arm held his weight and the other slid down her side to cup her ass. He kneaded the soft flesh and she groaned into his mouth, arching her body into his. Rubbing her hot, wet, core against his thigh.

  His cock ached against the hard zipper of his pants. Damn pants.

  They were both starving, clawing and pulling the other closer. Her hands closed around his neck and her fingernails bit into his shoulders. He hoped she marked him. He wanted to feel the burn of her scratches long after he’d finished making love to her. He moved to put his other knee between her thighs and her legs rose and locked around his waist, pulling him closer, keeping him close to her soaked panties. The smell was divine. All woman. All desire.

  He rubbed against her core and she moaned, undulating and matching his movements. He needed her so much he couldn’t think. His lion was pushing. His fangs throbbed in his mouth. The ones that he would use to claim her, to bind her to him. He wouldn’t do that now. He couldn’t. Not without asking for her permission. Claiming would be her choice, just like everything else.

  Her mouth was eager against his, nipping and biting and kissing him back as fiercely as he was kissing her. She was amazing. How had he thought anyone could ever be what she already was to him? He pulled away from her mouth and went back to her breasts. Kissing, licking and torturing one with his mouth and the other with his hand, until both peaks stood hard and high at attention.

  Then he switched hands and moved his mouth to the other breast, enjoying the salty flavor of her skin and palming the other puckered and needy nipple of the breast his mouth had just left.

  She squirmed and moaned and dug her hands into his hair. He loved feeling her pull and push and whimper. Everything about her drove him harder and higher. He wanted to taste her on his tongue, feel the raw power of her climax ripple through his body as he drove her over the edge.

  To do that he needed to move lower. He needed to leave her breasts and go toward the promise of heaven between her legs. He kissed his way down from her breast to her stomach. Her muscles fluttered beneath his lips and her fingers clenched tightly in his hair. He tipped his head and looked up her body to her face. The dim lantern light had nothing on the magick that glowed from her skin. Her whole body was luminescent for him—and would remain so until he bit and claimed her completely.

  “I want to taste you, Penny.” His voice rumbled deep. He caught the edge of her panties in his fingers and tugged. She would have to unlatch her legs from his waist, so he could remove them without ripping them.

  In the false light the magick offered, he watched her eyes widen in surprise. “No one has ever—” She stopped and swallowed.

  He grinned and kissed her stomach again, pleased with the nervous flutter that slid across her skin. He would be the first and only man that would ever pleasure her in this way. “Let me make you scream, beautiful.”

  “Screaming is normally a bad thing.” Her tone was hesitant.

  He shook his head and pushed at her legs. “You will beg for more.”

  A hint of a smile touched her well-used lips. She dropped her legs from his waist and nodded. “I trust you.”

  “I will not let you down, my beautiful mate.”

  “I’m not—”

  He stopped her words with a quick nip at her stomach. She sucked in a breath and her fingers tightened in his hair again. “You are mine.”

  “What does that make you?” she asked.

  “Yours,” he answered without hesitation, flashing her another wide grin before yanking off her panties and tossing them to the floor with her bra. Then he inhaled the sweet scent of his mate. The brown curls hiding her core glistened with her arousal. He pushed her thighs wider and parted her lips and brushed his mouth against her center, licking the full length of the slit. He didn’t stop until he found the little nub at the top peaking from beneath its soft hood.

  She tasted good. Clean. Sweet with just a hint of musk. And she was wet and eager for him. He lapped at her pussy again, and she writhed in his arms, sitting up and pulling at his hair. He didn’t let her move him. He was exactly where he wanted to be, and she had no idea what he had in store for her. This was her first time to have a man go down on her. It wouldn’t be disappointing.

  He dove in. He wanted to know every part of her. Taste every part. Claim her in every way he could, before he had to share his secret, because deep down he did fear that his secret would truly drive her away from him. He swirled his tongue until she was bucking and twisting against his mouth.

  “Kann!” Her tone was strained. Reaching.

  She was close. He could feel the tension in her legs. The way she jerked and panted. Her climax was pressing in on her like a wave, growing in power and height with each second. When she crashed, it would be exquisite.

  “Come for me.” He sealed his lips over her wet skin and purred, sending vibrations rippling through her body. He slipped a finger into her tight pussy and then a second. In and out. Faster and faster. He curled his fingers up and she came with a scream that would’ve carried across a valley.

  Her thighs squeezed at his shoulders and her fingers wrenched his hair. Her body clamped down on his fingers so hard…he wished it was his cock inside her, but this one had been for her.

  Just her.

  Her scream died down to a moan and then a hoarse whimper. Her body shuddered as she relaxed into the pillows behind her.

  He released. The long moan of loss warmed his heart and inflated his lion’s ego. “I’m still here,” he whispered against the skin of her stomach. He crawled up her body, licking and enjoying every inch. She was covered with a thin sheen of sweat. The salty taste to her skin was addicting. He drew his tongue in long swipes up her ribcage to the
fullness of her breasts.

  “You’re tongue feels strange, but so good,” she murmured.

  Kann paused and pulled his tongue back into his mouth. His lion had pushed forward, semi-shifting his tongue. His fangs were down too. He took a deep breath and pushed his animal back. His fangs retracted a moment later. Not this time.

  “Sandpaper-y, like a cat,” she said, a slight giggle to her tone.

  He licked her again, this time without the aid of his lion. But he couldn’t help the smile that curved against her skin. If only she knew how right she was.

  “Mmmm,” she moaned. “I must’ve still been floating. I’ve never come like that before. Never. In my whole life,” she said with a sigh.

  He swirled his tongue around her nipple and nipped gently. It peaked immediately. He pinched its neighbor and it too stood erect within moments.

  “Are you ready for more?” he asked softly.

  “Yes, please.” She slid her hands from his hair to his shoulders. “Take me. All of me,” she whispered, looking him in the eye. She rubbed her legs up the side of his thighs. He shoved away from her and climbed off the bed. Then unbuckled and shoved his pants to the floor.

  9

  Penny stared in awe. He was massive. Bigger than any guy she’d been with before. His cock jutted out from a nest of light brown curls. Not as light as the long blond hair on his head, but not dark either. She couldn’t tell much about the color, the light in the cabin was so dim. Honestly, she was surprised he was able to move around with so much ease. It was like he could see every inch of her, even in the dark. He certainly hadn’t missed a spot. She could still feel every inch where his tongue had stroked.

  Her body was like jelly, except she was still aroused. Her pussy thrummed and ached with the need to be filled. She was far from finished. She wanted him inside her, taking her, filling her until she cried out again. He’d made her come so hard, she’d screamed. Just like he said she would. He’d put his mouth on her and his fingers inside her. Called her his. Damn, she was lost with this man. How would she survive losing him?

  She would. Jake would make sure of it. She shook her head and focused back on the outline of Kann’s magnificent body. His shoulders were broad and his waist narrow and tapered to strong hips.

  She held up a hand to him. She was cold without him on top of her.

  He bent down and crawled over her body. Just when she thought he would crush her and make all her fantasies come true—well the rest of them—he rolled to his side and pulled her tightly into his arms. He pulled her so close she could feel his heart beating against her breast. The heat of his body was soothing and comforting. And he smelled so good. Like the outdoors and man and happiness—if that could be classified as a smell.

  One of his arms loosened and moved to her face, cupping her cheek. “You are the most beautiful woman I could’ve ever dreamed into existence.”

  “Has anyone ever told you, you have a way with words.” Her voice was still hoarse from the earlier scream that he’d torn from her body.

  “Naomi says I learn fast,” he said with a chuckle.

  “I’m going to have to meet this Naomi.” Penny reached up between them to run her fingers along the strong line of his jaw. He had a little bit of stubble. Just enough to scratch. He rubbed his face against her palm and she could’ve sworn she heard a purr rumble from his throat. How did he do that?

  “She will like you,” he finally answered and then turned his head to kiss her palm. “You’ll meet her tomorrow.” He didn’t give her a chance to answer. He kissed her hard, stealing her breath. Taking everything she was trying to hold back. The way he slid his tongue in and out, like he was showing her what he was going to do with the massive cock throbbing against her stomach. It was just waiting for its turn.

  Penny couldn’t help the moan that rolled up from her chest. He kissed her like she belonged to him, slowly and thoroughly. No rush. It was all passion and finesse. One of his hands had moved to hold her head, fingers splayed behind her ear and along the back of her neck, while his thumb rested beneath her chin, turning her as he willed. His other hand skimmed along her bare skin, stroking and kneading every curve and muscle until she was mere putty in his hands. Whatever he desired. That’s what she wanted. Him to have her any way he chose.

  “Take me, Kann. Make me yours.”

  His cock twitched against her stomach and her own core thrummed in response. She ached to be filled and he was taking his sweet time.

  “Please,” she begged again.

  He nipped at her bottom lip one more time before pulling away.

  “Wait, where are you going?” she asked, frantically grabbing at his arm as he sat up. He sat back on his feet and pulled her on top of his thighs, situating her so that she was straddling him. Penny shuddered out a breath and shivered with excitement as his large cock bobbed beneath her, tapping against her wet folds.

  “Nowhere, beautiful,” he murmured into her ear. “Nowhere without you.”

  She wrapped her arms around his neck and then lifted herself enough to turn her legs and wrap them around his waist. He shifted his hips and the tip of his erection pressed against her opening. He was so big. She wasn’t sure he was going to fit.

  “I don’t—I don’t think you’ll fit,” she gasped as he pushed a little further splitting her open.

  “We are a perfect fit, Penny, just give yourself a moment.” He shifted his hips again and pulled away for just a second. She breathed deeply and then he moved forward again, filling her more this time. Inch by inch, then millimeter by millimeter. He was so large. She was so tight. It’d been years since she’d even had sex last. She panted. He kept pushing. So slowly. So gently.

  It was so much and yet not enough. She wanted—no needed—all of him. It wouldn’t be right until she’d taken all of him. She rolled her hips meeting his movements so that he pushed even deeper on the next roll. Penny dug her nails into his shoulders and hung on as he slid so much further this time.

  “Almost there, love,” he whispered against her neck. His warm breath slid down her heated skin, adding to the magick. She gasped, breathless as he continued. He pulled out and then thrust again one more time, this one going until he was fully seated.

  She groaned and opened her mouth over his shoulder, biting down a little harder than she meant. His arms tightened around her and he growled again—like seriously animal style growled. She had to admit it was odd, but strangely arousing. Her body clamped down on his length, adjusting to the length and girth of his cock. Everything throbbed and ached and needed more.

  “Mmmm,” he rumbled, nipping along her neck. He moved a little, testing to see how she responded. “You good, beautiful? I really want to move more now.”

  “Kann,” she breathed against the skin of his shoulder. He’d asked her something, but her brain hadn’t registered. Penny kissed where she’d bitten him, secretly hoping she’d left some sort of mark. A strange thought. She’d never felt territorial over a man, but the idea of any other woman even so much as looking at Kann made something inside pissed off.

  She moaned and nuzzled the soft skin at the base of his neck, kissing and tasting him the way he had her earlier. She stroked her hands along his back and up his arms. Rock hard. Muscles and smooth skin. In the dim light it was hard to tell for sure, but it looked like he had tattoos on his arms. She’d have to remember to take a closer look later.

  “Feel free to bite down as hard as you want,” he said, a touch of amusement in his tone. He wrapped a hand in her hair and tugged her head back so that she had to look up at him. She could see the glint of hunger and need reflected in the brightness of his eyes. The light from the lantern caught them just right and she swore they were all gold right now. Not a trace of the crystal-clear blue remained. “I need you to say, with words that you’re good. That I can move. That I can take you.”

  “Yes, Kann. Take me,” she panted.

  He clutched her tight and rocked forward, pressing her into
the bed again. His weight shifted pinning her down. His cock was still inside her. Throbbing. Waiting. She let her legs fall to frame his hips, feet on the mattress so she could thrust up when he came down.

  He moved slow at first. All the way out and then all the way back in, torturously slow. Again and again he filled her until her heart was slamming against her ribs and her breath was ragged. She clutched at his arms. Only able to hang on at this point.

  His pace increased. Sweat beaded her brow. He was thrusting deep every time now. Harder and faster. He hooked an arm under one of her thighs and pushed it up, folding her body up, angling her so that he went even deeper. She cried out as pleasure spiraled through her body. Another orgasm was coming. Building and climbing, taking root in the very deepest part of her core.

  “Touch yourself, love,” he growled low, “make yourself come. I want to feel you come around my cock.”

  Penny gasped in a breath. She obeyed immediately, wanting to know what it would be like to climax with him deep inside her. She slid her finger across her slick parts, bumping against his thick erection as he pumped in and out of her body. It didn’t take much. She circled her throbbing clit twice and then drew her finger right across the top.

  A scream tore from her throat. She grabbed at his arm with her free hand and clutched at his waist with the hand she had between their sweat-soaked bodies. Her orgasm ripped through her like a firestorm, burning down everything in its path. She bucked beneath him and writhed, arching her back up off the mattress to meet his every thrust.

  “Mine,” he snarled and threw his head back.

  His? She had nothing left to hold him back. She was his. She wanted to be only his.

  He stiffened and jerked, and she felt him pour into her. His weight dropped a few inches, pressing her down into the mattress. He thrust one more time and more heat filled her body again. She clutched to him tightly as each throb of her climax rippled through every single muscle until she was a bone-less blob of happy woman beneath him.