Wild Cat: Wild Things, Book 2

by Beverly Rae

  “Dirk. My Dirk.” She hoped those simple words would relay the depth of her emotions. Emotions too strong for her to find the right thing to say.

  He lashed at her breasts, lessening the force of his leg against her. Moaning, he slid his fingers between her folds. He stroked her, using her movements to increase the pressure on her nub, catching her between his fingers. Exquisite pain exploded within her.

  “Uhhh.” She dug her fingernails into his back, raking into him, drawing blood. Although she knew the wounds would heal, they’d leave a faint scar, warning others to stay clear of her mate. Another climax erupted, leaving her breathless. “Please, Dirk, now.”

  Ignoring her, he slipped two fingers inside her, then out, bringing her sweet moistness with them. Continuing the exquisite torment, he rubbed his thumb against her hot nub and plunged his other fingers into her. She cried out as yet another release swept over her and she clung to him for support. His chuckle drifted over her.

  “Stop laughing and put your mouth where your fingers are.”

  “You are such a bossy little kitty, aren’t you? Good thing I like bossy women.” He feathered kisses in between her breasts, stopping for a quick lick at each nipple, then down the soft mound of her stomach. He took his time, teasing her, working her until she had to grit her teeth to keep from shouting at him to hurry.

  “Now it’s my turn to order you around. Spread ’em wider.”

  She did, eager to have his tongue on the most sensitive part of her body. Tormenting her again, he took his time, moving slowly over the ticklish skin on the inside of her leg. Biting, sucking, he inched closer to his goal.

  She growled her frustration.

  Giving her one of those grins that made her insides turn to hot lava, he ran his hands up her legs and stopped, pressing his thumbs at the creases. “Ready?”

  “Are you frickin’ kidding me? Dirk, I swear, if you don’t— Oh, hell, yes!”

  He parted her lips and raked his tongue over her sensitive nub. She inhaled sharply, instinctively shifting to bring out her claws, and dug into him. He yelped, then plunged down again, licking her harder and faster. Her cries flowed into loud moans, encouraging him. “Dirk, damn, please. Take me now.”

  Instead, he buried his face between her legs and intensified his sucking. He tugged her aching clit inside, then let it go, following the brief reprieve with a lash of his tongue. She tensed, every fiber in her readying for her climax. She screamed as it pummeled outward, spreading into her arms and legs, tremors shaking her from head to toe.

  And still he took her. Faster, harder, he attacked her swollen nub, bringing her to an even higher height.

  When she could breath evenly again, she commanded, “My turn, Dirk.”

  He lifted his gaze to hers and, catching her off guard, scrambled around, keeping his face at her pussy and putting his dick directly above her head. She reached out with her tongue and touched the tip of his cock. Sweet pre-come dripped off the end onto her mouth. She licked her lips, enjoying the taste of him. He tasted so right. But she wanted more.

  She grabbed his buttocks, lowering him, and blew on the mushroomed top. He moaned and answered by taking her sweet nub and surrounding skin into his mouth. She opened her mouth and took in the top of him.

  “Oh, shit, Alex. Take more.”

  Fondling his balls with one hand, she took his shaft in the other and started stroking him. His shaft twitched, throbbing his pleasure. She swallowed him in with one quick motion and heard his delighted shout. Running her tongue first one way, then the other, she dragged him in and out, wanting to give him every ounce of passion she had inside her. Panting, he let her pussy go and groaned.

  “I’m coming, Alex.” He pushed his cock farther into her mouth. “Argh!”

  She almost choked, but took a deep breath and kept him, taking as much as she could.

  “Alex, no. I don’t want to come. Not yet.”

  She changed to a different rhythm, pulling on him, then letting him slowly slide out. Slowly, she inched him into her mouth until his cock’s tip pushed at the back of her throat.

  He lifted his ass, taking his cock away, and spun around to face her. Capturing her mouth, his tongue wrestled with hers, challenging her, playing with her. She tasted her juices mixed with his and pulled on his tongue, taking every drop. He lifted away and she clutched at him, trying to bring him back.

  “I want you, Alex.” His voice was heavy with need.

  She held back a tear. “You have me. And I want you just as much.”

  Dirk licked her shoulder, nibbling at the soft flesh of her throat. “If you were human, I’d bite you to make you mine.”

  “Then bite me.”

  He lifted away from her, studied her face and asked, “But what good would it do? You’d still be a werecat. Our blood doesn’t mix.”

  “I know. Still, one day, I’d love it if you could bite me.” She flattened her hand over her heart. “But it’s okay. You’ve already marked me where it really counts.”

  He touched her face, then added a quick lick to her earlobe. “And you’re already my mate in my heart. That’s all that matters.”

  A strange expression filled his features, one combining love, desire and something more she couldn’t identify. Roaring, he shoved inside her, sliding her body upward. Her body rocked with the pounding of his dick and she wrapped her legs around him. Together their bodies moved, their sweat slicking them together as though they were one, the heat of their bodies matching that of the sun overhead.

  “Oh, Dirk, yes!”

  He gripped her butt, sped up and pumped into her faster, deeper, longer. Her vaginal walls wrapped around him, clenching and unclenching with each of his moves. He filled her completely, tightly as though they’d been made for each other. Her legs shook, weakened by her efforts to keep up and the many orgasms thundering through her. Her panting breaths kept time with his. When his body tensed, she was ready and tightened the muscles of her cave, seizing him, possessing him completely.

  Shockwaves of climax rippled through her, traveling into him, calling for his own climax. Answering, he roared his release, earthquakes of desire shaking his strong frame.

  He collapsed next to her, breathing heavily. Gathering her into his arms, he placed a quick kiss on her forehead. “That was incredible.”

  “Yeah. I think I’m going to need to rest a bit before we get moving again.”

  “Agreed.”

  They lay quiet for several minutes, each lost in thought and the comfort of the other’s arms. At last, as the sun started its descent, Alex turned on her side and searched his face. “So we’re really going to do this?” She touched his mouth, then looked into his eyes.

  “Do you mean living in the city? Or being mates?”

  “Both, of course. Why would we do one without the other?”

  “Never mind. I guess my brain’s not quite recovered from the sex yet. You know. As in mind-blowing sex.” He sat up, taking her with him. “Tell me again, Alex. Are you really ready to leave everything behind? Are you ready to take the chance that we won’t be accepted anywhere, even in the city among the humans?”

  She took his hands and pulled them against her heart. “With you, I’m ready for anything.”

  The relief on his face almost broke her heart. Had he really doubted her? “Then I guess we’d better get to town. We’ve got a whole new life ahead of us. And, sugar, I can’t wait to get started.”

  She nodded, keenly aware of the dangers that lay ahead, and gathered her clothes. Once dressed, he took her hand and turned toward the setting sun.

  About the Author

  To learn more about Beverly Rae, please visit www.beverlyrae.com. Send an email to Beverly at info@beverlyrae.com or join her Yahoo! group to join in the fun with other readers as well as Beverly! http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Beverly_Rae_Fantasies/.

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  I Married a Dragon

 
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  She likes her men rough, tough…and two at a time.

  Cougar

  © 2010 Beverly Rae

  Wild Things, Book 1

  Shannon Tally’s heart has been broken one too many times, but it hasn’t put a damper on her sex drive. If guys can play the field, so can she. And the two hot, sweaty ranch hands she spots “in the field” at her cousin’s ranch will do nicely to play out her wildest fantasy: to tame not just one hunky cowboy, but two. At the same time.

  Humans are a mystery to cougar shifter Chase Reya. They invade his home, threatening the animals and his solitude. That’s why his leader sent him to the Tally ranch, to learn how to get along with humans. Or at least not to slice and dice them.

  He never expected Shannon to stir a whirlwind of heat. And when the alluring female shares her affections with a werewolf, the combined sexual desire erupts even hotter. Only one person can generate this kind of passion—but can his lifelong mate be a human? And for Shannon, a self-proclaimed lady “cougar”, fidelity could be a tall order. Not to mention accepting his true nature…

  Warning: contains animals who are armed and dangerous and find a whole new use for spurs. If you like undomesticated pets, light bondage and m/f/m sex as graphic as it can get, then take a trip into these wilds…but be careful. With more than one animal after your hide, you may end up in bed with more than you can handle.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Cougar:

  Shannon ran her gaze over the shirtless man shoving a pitchfork into the hay. He worked with his back to her, muscles rippling in his broad shoulders, highlighting the bulge of each tendon as he lifted load after load of hay from the stack over to the floor of the horse pen. Perspiration glistened on his body, showing off more of his fine definition. Worn jeans, frayed at the bottom where the cuffs met scuffed boots, settled an inch or so below his lean waist, tempting her to push them even lower. His thick blond hair lay at the back of his neck, wrapping around to fall in front of him whenever he bent over.

  And oh, when he bent over! She tilted her head, zoning in on the firm round ass pushed her way with each forward thrust of the pitchfork.

  He’d taken his sweet time, but she was glad she’d waited for Chase to find his way to the stables. After giving him thirty minutes inside, she’d slipped across the yard toward the barn. “Fancy meeting you here, cowboy.”

  Chase rested the pitchfork against the stall. A smile flashed across his face before being replaced by a somber, uninterested expression.

  Yeah, right. Like I really believe you’re not happy to see me.

  Making sure she moved her hips in a practiced way meant to allure even the most resistant of men, Shannon crossed over to him, getting close. Very close. She could smell the sweat mixed with another aroma, his personal scent of desire. I wonder what he smells like in bed? During sex? After sex? An image of Chase strapped to her bed flashed through her mind. Fantasies, like wishes, can come true. If you’re willing to make them come true. And I’m more than willing.

  “Pretty corny line.”

  Again, she studied his expression. Or rather the lack of one. Don’t even try to hide your feelings, big guy. No one can kiss me the way you did and then pretend he’s not ready to kiss me again. Kiss me and more. She tossed her curls and sidled over to him. “Yeah, I know. But I like the old-fashioned pickup lines.”

  He narrowed his eyes and a slight edge of smugness played at the corners of his lips, betraying his aloofness. “Does that mean you’re trying to, uh, pick me up?”

  He sounded unsure of the phrase which only made him that much sweeter. Taking his hands, she pulled on the fingers of his work gloves, slowly removing them and letting them fall to the ground.

  “Trying? Oh, honey hunk, I never simply try.” She looked at him—oh, how I love a tall man—and tiptoed her way up to plant a peck on his lips. “I just do it.”

  He licked his lips, tasting the chaste kiss. With a flicker of emotion across his face, he finally let go of his pretence. “Then just do it.”

  He reached for her, but she slipped out of his grasp and walked toward the back of the stable. She suddenly felt like the cat teasingly playing with a mouse. A very delectable masculine mouse. “You know, I’ve always wondered if I’d enjoy a roll in the hay. Seems to me hay would make for an itchy bed.” Good. He’s following. As if there was ever any doubt.

  “You’re right. Hay is itchy. But if you’re getting fucked the right way, you won’t notice.”

  She arched an eyebrow in silent question. “And you would know, right? Having had lots of willing fillies in the hay?”

  He didn’t answer, instead letting her figure it out on her own. At the back wall, in the dim light sneaking through the boards, she unbuttoned the first button on her blouse. When he didn’t say anything, she undid the next one, continuing until her shirt lay open to her waist to reveal the swell of her breasts. He blinked, his eyes altering somehow.

  Wider? No, narrower. I wish I could see his pupils right now. I bet they’re as big as all of Colorado.

  “Chase.” Saying his name was all she needed to do. He was by her side, faster than she’d have thought possible. But the end result was all that mattered.

  And yet he didn’t touch her. She frowned, unable to believe he hadn’t pulled her into his arms. But he wanted her, she had no doubt. His breathing came in shallow puffs, his mouth slightly parted in invitation while his gaze slid from her throat to the valley between her breasts.

  At last, he reached out, using only his index finger to lightly graze over her breast. She inhaled, stunned at the response that small touch sent through her body. If one finger could heat her up that much, his cock would likely burn her alive. She’d gladly die in that fire.

  Intrigued, she kept her hands at her side and waited for his next move. Dragging his fingertip along the curve of her breast, he paused at the edge of her blouse. She heard the ragged intake of his breath and matched it with one of her own, then held her breath. Shit, don’t stop now.

  He let out a burst of air and slipped his fingers under the blouse until finally his hand hid under the loose material. And still he hadn’t touched her nipple. She straightened, wanting to force him to feel her until she either exploded or pushed his hand where she wanted it.

  At last, he continued the torturously slow path toward her aching tit. His fingers finally slid over her taut nub, burning the nipple as though he’d lit a match to her skin. She arched, unable to do anything else.

  “Look at me.”

  She did as he commanded and lost herself in the conflicted expression on his face. “Yes?” She hadn’t meant to whisper, but her voice had suddenly lost its strength. Tell me anything. Tell me everything. Without warning, she realized she wanted more from him. But more than sex? She hadn’t wanted more from any man in a very long time.

  “If I go on, I won’t stop.”

  His hand closed over her breast and her knees almost buckled. “If you stop, I’ll kill you.”

  Surprise burst into his eyes, soon replaced with amusement. He slid his other hand under her shirt and cupped both breasts. Pushing the blouse aside, he tugged it from her jeans then shoved it off her shoulders, down her arms to slide to the ground.

  She shivered under his frank appraisal, confused at her shy response. After all the lovers I’ve had, why am I acting like a timid virgin?

  Chase growled, a low, slow rumble in his throat that sent a different kind of shiver through her. He angled his head and enclosed her mouth with his. Hot musk filled her mouth, spicier than she remembered from the earlier kiss. Sucking on her tongue, he followed with not-so-tender bites to
her lips, sweeping along her lips to flick his tongue in the corners. She moaned, wanting more with each nibble.

  Yet he still hadn’t touched her anywhere else. As though he’d read her mind, he suddenly grabbed her butt, pressing her breasts to his chest. Her firm tits flattened against the unyielding expanse and she arched backward to push her tits harder against him. Her hands slid behind him, becoming slick with his sweat. Running over the contours that were so like the rugged hills surrounding the ranch, she dug her fingernails into him, wanting to leave her mark.

  This man is dangerous. Physically, and even more frighteningly, emotionally. Part of her, the part that kept her invisible wall fortified, warned her to stay away from him while another side, the side she hadn’t heard from in years, called to her, urging her to take another chance.

  He hissed in pain and broke their kiss. Yet he didn’t appear angry. Instead, he looked pleased. “Using your claws already?”

  Claws? As in nails? She tilted her head to study him. “I don’t mind a little pain. Do you?”

  “Not that kind of pain.”

  That kind? She dove into his eyes, searching. Does he know the same type of pain I know? The kind that leaves scars on the inside? She tried to calm down, returning to the guarded persona she knew so well.

  His eyes glowed, the hazel giving way to the growing golden flecks and becoming more slanted than she remembered. “So are you up for a little fun?”

  “Little?” She dropped her gaze to his crotch. “I sure hope not.”

  “Don’t worry about that. Let’s get you naked.” He made that growling sound again, reached for her and yanked her jeans and thong down her legs, almost knocking her to the ground. He lifted her legs one by one, like he was shoeing a horse, and jerked her boots off.

  “Hey, I’m not going to be the only one playing nudist. Drop ’em, handsome.”