by Celia Kyle
So maybe… maybe if a howl made its way up her throat, she’d release it.
Maybe.
The wolf said certainly. There was no maybe about it.
Ronnie decided she’d take a wait-and-see approach.
For now, she’d focus on getting naked and running through the woods with her tiger mate. He led her into the deep shadows of a large tree, not releasing her until they were out of sight.
“This a good spot for you?” His voice was deep and soothing, blunting some of the nervousness plaguing her.
She surveyed the area, peeking around the trunk and realizing she couldn’t see any remaining partygoers. “Perfect.” She smiled and turned back to her mate. Her very naked, very aroused, mate. She widened her eyes and her mouth dropped open with shock. “Oh shit.”
He grinned. “Oh shit good, or oh shit bad?”
She licked her lips, gaze taking in every detail. The moon’s light bathed him in a silvery glow that accentuated his muscled body. She’d traced each one of those carved lines while they were both clothed, from the firmness of his pecs to his rippled abs. His thick arms had cradled her gently, and those large hands caressed her with subtle passion while his strong legs supported her when she leaned against him. He was strength personified… and all hers.
“Oh shit, I bet you taste good.” The visible V at his hips directed her to his cock, the closely cropped curls framing his thickness. He was long and firm, his dick seeming to point right at her as if to say, “Pick me, pick me!”
Which had her snorting and him frowning. “Laughing at a guy isn’t the best confidence booster.”
That had her grinning, and she shook her head. “You’ve got no reason to doubt your appeal.” She rolled her eyes. “You know you’re sexy as hell.” She strolled forward, her hand immediately going to his chest. “You know I’m wet for you.” She let her fingers trail down his body and over his abdomen. She traced each dip and curve, loving that her mate was so strong, so fierce. She teased the short hair around the base of his dick. Braden moaned, and when she encircled his shaft, the sound turned into a rumbling purr. She stroked him, enjoying the feel of his silken length against her palm. “You know I want you.”
“Fuck, Veronica.” His hips jerked and he thrust into the circle of her hand. “What you do to me.”
What he did to her was more like it. He got her hot with a look, a smile, a whiff of his scent. She caressed him from base to tip, gathering the droplet of moisture that’d gathered there. She salivated and licked her lips, wondering how he’d taste. They’d shared kisses in the past but hadn’t progressed to more intimate things. Now she could—she should, in fact.
“How close are the others?” she whispered. She hadn’t paid attention to the rest of the lingering partygoers.
“Huh?” Passion-glazed eyes met his. “What?”
“Where is everyone else? Any other shifters nearby?” She pumped him once more, using his pre-cum as a lubricant.
“No,” he shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut before opening them wide once more. “They’re all gone. In the house or the woods.”
“Good.” She smirked, and her pussy clenched, anticipation thrumming through her veins. Her gums ached, her wolf asserting itself and assuring her the idea sounded like the best thing ever.
“Good?” When she brushed the tip of his dick with her thumb, her big, bad tiger whimpered.
Ronnie’s lips tingled and her gums ached, her wolf pushing forward in anticipation. She slowly lowered to her knees, ignoring the dried leaves and pebbles pressing into her flesh. When her face drew even with his cock, nothing else mattered. “Yeah,” she whispered, meeting his gaze as she flicked her tongue out and captured the next bead of pre-cum. “Good.”
Chapter Fifteen
Good didn’t cut it.
Shit, having Veronica’s mouth on him was so beyond good he wasn’t sure what he’d call it. Fucking fantastic wasn’t strong enough.
Braden braced himself, feet shoulder-width apart and he wished he had a tree at his back to keep him upright.
Amber eyes met his, her irises dilated until most of the color was obliterated by the proof of her need. That wasn’t the only clue to her arousal. The flavors of her desire filled the air, her body screaming for him. For his mouth, his hands, his cock. He knew he’d find her wet, her panties soaked as her cream seeped from her center.
She darted her delicate pink tongue out to lap at the tip of his dick, the wetness bathing the spongy head in a single lick.
“Veronica,” he whispered hoarsely. She stole his breath and nearly all his control. She repeated the action, tip toying with his leaking slit. Her dark hair fell forward, and he immediately reached for the strands, brushing them back. “Want to see you. Need to watch you suck me. Fuck, so pretty.”
He knew his tiger was out in full force, could sense the animal’s presence, the burn of its fur as the hairs slid through his pores and the ache of his fingers from his beast’s nails. If she were human, he’d worry about scaring her. Since his mate was a wolf, he let his inner feline out as much as he dared.
Veronica pulled the head of his dick into her mouth, lips parting just enough to accept him. She flicked the tip and then sucked his flesh, drawing his pleasure forward. His balls ached and pulsed, his body preparing to find the final bliss of release.
But not yet… not until…
She swallowed him, opening her jaws wider and sliding her mouth along his hard length. She took more and more of him, swallowing inch after inch and then retreating. His shaft glistened with her saliva, the night air cooling his skin. Then she accepted him once more, lips caressing his shaft.
Fuck, but she was beautiful, all amber eyes, tumbling hair, and heart-shaped face. She still wore clothing, but the neck of her shirt gaped, giving him a clear view of her plump breasts. He was desperate to get his hands on them, to suck and nibble her nipples just like she pleasured his dick. Her skin was pale in the moon’s light and he knew it was as soft as it appeared. His mate was a deliciously wicked angel, and he couldn’t wait to get her dirty.
She ran her nails up his thighs, the sharpened tips pricking his skin as she stroked him, and he shuddered at the hint of pain. His balls throbbed and his dick twitched in the depths of her mouth. That small bite drove his pleasure higher, the desire for her growing with each heartbeat. She was glorious in her passion, eyes filled with lust and need.
Veronica wrapped one small hand around his shaft, squeezing him gently, and then she stroked his dick as she sucked. Her hand worked in conjunction with her heavenly lips and tongue, driving him mad with the need for her.
Another hint of pain joined his pleasure, her nails scraping his thigh from knee to groin. She cupped his balls, holding them gently in her small palm. She squeezed softly and he shuddered, enjoyment from her touch jolting through him in an uncontrollable wave of sensation. Fuck it felt good. Good and bad at once because he was nowhere near ready to come. He wanted to do that balls deep inside her pussy, his fangs at her throat.
Soon. Not yet. But fucking soon.
She caressed his sack, fingers gentle on his sensitive skin, and he let the pleasure of the connection wash through him. His tiger purred, sounding out its approval, and the sound actually left him in a rolling rumble. The cat was pleased with their mate and couldn’t wait to chase and pounce on her—make her theirs.
With the next glide of her lips along his shaft, she released him, hand continuing to stroke, yet her mouth was gone from his dick.
“Veronica,” he whispered her name, unable to remain silent.
“Tell me what you want,” she whispered just as softly.
“You. Always you.”
Forever you.
Veronica opened once more, tongue darting out to catch his cum, and then she gently lapped the head, lulling him with the sensuous pleasure. She pulled back her lips, baring her fangs. Her wolf pushed forward and transformed her normal canines to her beast’s—long and wicked. He re
mained motionless as she brought those deadly teeth close to his dick, not moving as she very carefully scraped the sharp edge over the spongy tip.
“Fuck,” he hissed, shuddering with the unexpected pleasure. His tiger chuffed and roared its approval, loving their mate’s possession of them.
She went back to sucking him, adding hints of pain with her fangs or nails, driving him mad with the need to come. Her hands never stopped caressing him, never stopped stroking his length or gently kneading his balls. He moaned and gasped with each new sensation, the pleasure gradually increasing with every breath. The impending ecstasy grew, blossoming with every heartbeat. It began at the base of his spine, the ball of bliss coalescing and then sliding along his nerves. His blood heated, warming with her touch, with the sounds of her moans and groans.
Through it all, she never stopped moving, never stopped touching him, fondling him, driving him crazy with her touch.
Braden cupped her cheek, rubbing her cheekbone gently with his thumb and then her lips where they stretched around his cock. “You know how beautiful you are. So mine. So perfect.” She moaned, and the vibrations shot through him, racing along his skin and then spreading through his body. “Dammit, Veronica. Not gonna last.” The little brat did it again, drawing the sound out, and his balls hardened and tightened against him. “You’re gonna make me come. Wanna be in you the first time.”
Grinning, she gradually released him, her hand continuing to stroke his cock as she rained gentle kisses along his shaft. “You can come in my mouth.” She flicked him with her tongue, teasing just beneath the head. “That’s in me.” Next she sucked the spot and then scraped her fang over the sensitized tissue. “Isn’t it?”
Fuck, she was killing him and she knew it. “Baby, want in your pussy the first time.”
She hummed and drew him into her mouth once more in a sensuous slide of her lips over his soft skin. “Come in my mouth, Braden.”
“Veronica.” He would never admit he whined like a kid.
Those lips left him. “Do it.” She kissed his slit. “Want to taste you before you fuck me.” She scratched him with a single fang and he shuddered with the pleasure it caused. “Need it.” Her next lick was a barely there teasing of her tongue. “Don’t you want to give me what I need?”
“Fuck,” he hissed, the two sides of him battling the urge to please her and pleasing himself. And really, pleasing himself ended with pleasing her since he couldn’t think of anything but diving between her milky thighs. Whether it was to fuck her or taste her, he didn’t know and didn’t care.
“Give it to me,” she whispered. “Now.” That time her voice held the growl of her beast. His tiger bristled at the order, but then she swallowed him to the base, his cock hitting the back of her throat, and they both agreed she could do whatever the fuck she wanted.
Braden let her take control, let her torment and tease him as she desired. Her hands resumed their maddening taunts, stroking and petting him in a way that made his blood burn with need. Her mouth never stopped moving, lips gliding up and down his length, tongue teasing and driving him crazy with the random strokes.
And he reveled in it all. He let the passion fall onto him, his body accepting the impending release. The pleasure grew, increasing and morphing into a mass of ultimate joy that threatened to smother him in the sensations. He embraced the trembling waves of joy consuming him, letting them blanket him in a suffocating embrace.
His cock pulsed, balls throbbing, telling him his orgasm lingered at the edges of his mind and he’d come at any moment. “Veronica.” She sucked hard and his knees went weak, pleasure snatching his strength. “Gonna…”
Her fingers moved, two easing behind his balls and pressing against that bit of skin between his sack and his ass and he nearly doubled over as he came. The pleasure slammed into him like a train, pulsing in his veins and burning his nerves with the bliss.
He shouted his enjoyment to the night, his roar booming through the darkness. He jerked and twitched as the bliss continued, overwhelming joy consuming him. Veronica didn’t stop, didn’t slow in her attentions as cum erupted from the head of his dick. His balls emptied into her mouth, and she swallowed each drop, her throat working and undulating as she took him within.
His yell subsided as the ecstasy ebbed, gradually lessening until his cock softened within her mouth. Fuck, but he needed her. Needed to touch her. Needed to taste her. Needed her naked and writhing beneath him for hours and hours.
But Braden couldn’t do that when she was still fully clothed. He eased from her, gratified at her whimper when he retreated, and reached down. In one smooth move, he had her off her feet and in his arms. Without hesitation, he captured her lips, shoving his tongue into her mouth. She fought to pull away, but he didn’t give a damn if he tasted himself. It was their shared passion, not only his. The scent of her arousal was an aphrodisiac, stealing his control and dictating his actions.
Their tongues twined as he explored her mouth, tasting every inch of her he could. He swallowed her delicate, sweet flavors and he felt himself responding to her once again. He wouldn’t be denied, he was energized and anxious to take Veronica in any way he could.
He wrapped his arms around her, tiger’s nails digging into the fabric, and he yanked, fighting to rid her of the shirt. Cloth kept her skin from his, and that was unacceptable. She moved, and he tightened his hold, unwilling to lose her, but then he realized she wasn’t trying to get away—she was helping. She ripped at the covering as well, wolf’s claws assisting him until they’d shredded her top. Her hard nipples branded him with proof of her desire, but that wasn’t the part of her he craved the most. No, he wanted to drop to his knees and taste her. Fuck, she’d be salty and sweet and perfect on his tongue.
And it seriously needed to be soon. His cock was already slowly filling, hardening and thickening for her.
Braden wrenched his mouth from hers, panting against her lips. “Veronica. Need.”
He didn’t give a fuck that his vocabulary was limited. Not when his tiger rode him hard with a single demand.
Claim. Claim. Claim.
Then one single word boomed in his head.
Now.
Chapter Sixteen
Now.
Ronnie needed Braden now.
But on her terms.
Which meant when he leaned forward once more, his grip slowly tightening, she bolted. She ducked out of his hold and ran deeper into the forest. Her shirt and bra were tatters, the remnants easily tossed off. Her shoes were equally easy to kick away, the flip-flops giving her no trouble. The shorts were a different story and she was pissed she hadn’t worn a dress to the party instead of something with a button and zipper.
Thankfully, she had claws.
One wrench turned into two, along with a long scrape of nails through the fabric and they too fluttered to the ground. Her panties soon befell the same fate, which left her racing through the tiger forest naked.
The sounds of snapping twigs, rustling bushes, and deep growls came in her wake. Her mate snarled and growled, obviously not liking being left in the dust. She heard him getting closer, and she increased her speed, racing for the one area Zoe said was beautiful and private without being too far from the house. It was the alpha pair’s favorite place and her friend had promised to keep Ares away from the spot for a night.
Bushes scratched at her skin and twigs dug into her soles, but she pushed on. The wolf was enjoying the chase, of being her mate’s prey as they dashed past trees and shrubs. She headed south, turning at the big boulder Zoe had talked about.
A curse came from behind her, her mate, obviously having to slip and slide before changing direction. A giggle escaped her lips before she could suppress it, and Braden snarled in response.
“Veronica,” he rasped, the tiger filling his voice.
Another laugh burst past her lips, and she leaped into the small clearing, stumbling to a stop and then spinning to face her oncoming mate. He rushed into the f
lat area but didn’t halt as she did. No, in fact, he pounced on her. He snatched her close, rolling them in the air so he took the brunt of their fall.
She laid atop him, skin to skin, and she gloried in the feel of his warm body snug with hers. They’d laid together at night, snuggling on the couch when she was too afraid to take things further. There would be no stopping tonight. Well, mostly.
The wolf purred, telling her they would do everything before morning. It was ready to take what belonged to them. Period.
Ronnie swallowed hard, unease slithering into her veins, and Braden stiffened. The lust filling his gaze slowly cleared, and his confused eyes met hers. “Veronica? What’s wrong?”
She shook her head. “Sorry. Nothing. Just worried about…”
She swallowed hard. About my wolf deciding you’d make a good snack.
“Lovemaking and bites, remember? Nothing more.” He placed a hand on her upper back and encouraged her to lower again. He nipped her shoulder, sending a sting through her but not drawing blood. “Lovemaking and bites.”
A tendril of pleasure snaked down her spine, and a shudder followed in its wake. “Lovemaking and bites,” she whispered her agreement.
Braden growled low, a sound that went straight to her pussy, and slowly flipped them until she rested on the damp grass. The blanket of green was soft and thick.
He rose above her and nudged her knees apart, kneeling between her spread thighs. “Fuck, do you know how beautiful you are?” He reached for her, his rough fingers sliding over her skin. The touch tickled before transforming into an arousing caress.
He started at her breasts, large hands cupping the mounds and he rubbed his thumbs around her nipples. He captured one and then the other between forefinger and thumb, pinching the hardened nub gently. It sent a new fire through her blood, causing her to burn with pleasure from within.
He slid his palms along her ribs to her waist to the flare of her hips. “Gorgeous.” He caressed her legs to her knees before shifting to her inner thighs. “So soft and sweet, aren’t you?”
