“Do you want me to stop?” Cirro asked, and she stopped. She could do this. It was what she wanted. She may not have expected this, but she could do it. For the both of them. She shook her head as best she could.
“Good.”
Cirro grabbed one of her thighs, pulling it up until her leg wrapped around him. He clasped her other ankle with his opposite hand, locking her in place. Then she watched as his hand lifted. Sting after sting flared over her ass. With each strike her pussy rubbed against the velvet steel of his cock. It brushed again and again in her against her clit. Her eyes widened as pleasure zinged through her system. The calluses on his hands accented the sting. Her ass felt full, throbbing under each slap. He messaged a hit in, spreading the burning ache. Rubbing her clit harder against him. She nipped her lip to stop the moan.
“No, never stop a sound of pleasure. I demand this of you. Do you understand?” She nodded in answer and his brow rose. Just as swiftly as he stopped the slaps started again. The throb turned into an inferno. Her flesh rippled under his fingers. Moisture leaked though her pussy lips. He stopped again, going perfectly still. She was robbed of his slaps, the rub against her aching clit, and his warmth.
“Do you understand?” he asked again.
“Yes,” she cried, needing more.
“Good.” He let go of her ankle. Her leg dropped woodenly to the ground. She could feel moisture leaking down her thighs as he moved away. A moment later he returned, holding small clamps in his hands.
“Push those pretty tits closer.” She arched her back without hesitation. She desired him. Wanted his fierce touch. Wanted to feel his cock deep inside of her. She wanted him. He gave her a small smile, showing firm white teeth. She melted.
“Breathe in,” he said. She did as asked. “Breathe out.” When she followed his command he opened the clips and placed each one on her puckered nipples. She sucked in breath. The pinch bordered on pain. She arched farther, not use to the unfamiliar sensation.
“Don’t worthy, énteka, I’ll soothe it.” He came closer to her. Her eyes slid close as scalding lips touched her neck. He kissed and sucked his way down to her collarbone. His tongue dipped into the hollow there before moving on. His hands cupped the bottom of both breasts, molding the flesh until the nipples ached for release. Cirro’s mouth trailed over the top of her breasts, sucking his way farther. His tongue rasped over the buds with aching precision.
Locked into the wall by her collar she couldn’t escape his attention, but she didn’t think she wanted to. He sucked one pebble into his mouth, clamp and all, playing with it with his tongue. She cried out, feeling wetness from his cock seep over her lower stomach. He groaned into her. With a rough hand he tugged at the opposite nipple, twisting the clamp. He released her breast with a pop, leaning back to look at the glistening tip.
“Beautiful. Spread your legs as far as you can and hold it.”
She complied, her limbs shaky. The look in his eyes was amazing. She was doing this for him, sending them both into a thunderous pitch, and he wasn’t even inside of her. This was the best decision that she’d ever made. He kissed his way down her stomach. Sasha held her body as still as she could. She felt his warm breath in the curls concealing her thatch and felt herself shift involuntarily. She wanted him to taste her, to lick her juices clean. She wanted him to fuck her. She wanted to taste him. So many wants spiraled through her mind she couldn’t grasp on to any one of them. As his breath soughed over her clit and she tensed. The first blazing rasp of his tongue felt divine. Thick fingers spread her lips open and he delved further. He ate her like he was starving. Slowly he drug his tongue down her, pushing inside her pussy with ruthless abandon. She couldn’t hold the moan in.
“So pretty,” he whispered against her, going back to her clit. One thick finger pushed into her body and she tensed. He gave her no give, no softness. He sucked her clit hard, pushing another finger into her. Pumping his fingers he sucked harder on her clit. She rode his face, grinding her flesh into him. Her limbs shook as she ground harder.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she yelled. She could feel her clit tightening, felt the dip in her stomach. She could feel herself coming apart just outside of her reach. Cirro reached up with his free hand, twisting and pulling at her nipple. The bite of it curled her toes. The throb pulsed though her. She wanted to finish, to end the sweet torment, but then wanted to go on forever.
“Please, Cirro. Please!” she whimpered.
“Now, énteka, now.” Cirro pulled the clamps from her nipples, jack-knifing his fingers in her as he nipped her clit. The combination sent her careening into the sun. The pleasure tore through her stiff body. She gripped Cirro’s hair, for the moment uncaring that he didn’t command her to do it. This was what she had been missing, this freedom, this release. Cirro had given it to her.
“It’s not over yet,” he said then. His face was shiny with her juices and she pulled him into her for a kiss. She could taste herself on his tongue, swirling with the taste of him.
“Don’t fear me,” he growled his voice different, lower, his cat closer to the surface. Sasha relished it, her own cat leaping into the fray. His chest heaved with his exhalations, his torso chiseled like the walls around her. His cock stood long and thick between the oaks of his thighs. The trailing hair on his stomach stopped in a patch around the proud member. Cirro gripped it, nails still clawed. He pumped it with sure strokes.
“I will keep you safe.”
“I never doubted it.”
“Just feel, and know this you will always have.” With that statement he slammed into her. He gave her no moment to prepare. He pushed through tight, warm tissues unerringly, cockhead kissing her womb. She wrapped her arms around him. Cirro sucked the spot where her neck met her collar bone, tongue soothing, right over his mark. Then she felt him bite down as he pumped harder. She lost any awareness of herself.
Her cat roared in her head, taking over. Her gums burned and the odd sensation of her teeth growing was only momentarily distracting. Cirro pushed harder against her, and she was helpless to stop his advance.
“Bite me. Mark me,” Cirro said roughly, then clamped back on her neck. The sting propelled her as pleasure overwhelmed her. She couldn’t fight if she wanted to. She struck, biting deeply in the side of his neck. Cirro roared against her throat, pounding faster. He was moving too fast, too hard, but it was so good. She didn’t want him to stop. She held on for dear life as he shot her into the sun.
“I love you,” she screamed as she came, her body tensing and then shattering into a million pieces. Cirro held her through it all. He was her anchor, her rock in the storm of him. As she came back to her body Cirro unlocked her from the collar and carried her back to the bed.
“I love you too,” Cirro said as he lay down next to her.
“So I’m a wereleopard now?” Sasha asked.
“Yes. You will have to make some changes if you want to keep practicing law. But I’ll be here to teach you. Selene is the pack’s lawyer, as you know, but you have different pulling power. Who knows? We may be able to reach places we haven’t before.”
“Cirro, are you just using me for my brains?”
“And your body. Don’t forget your body.” Sasha laughed and slapped him on the shoulder playfully.
“Honestly, though, Ice’s case was supposed to be later this month. What happened with the bodies? The detective?”
“It’s been cleared. Selene went to work. Pietr and Maddy, as prominent physicians in their field, certified that you were getting the best care after the attack. Some of the leap stayed in animal form in cages, you should have seen that, to lend credence to the wildlife preserve. They had enough evidence on Matherson and Ice on the scene to go after the cartel itself. Their deaths were ruled as self-defense, we’re in the clear, and are determined to help in any way we can.”
“I missed everything.”
“It doesn’t matter. What matters is that you’re safe and I won’t lose you,” Cirro said turning off the side ligh
t. He lay back down and wrapped her in his arms.
“We did have something interesting happen though,” Cirro said then.
“Oh really?”
“I was offered a job, a special team, after the FBI agents saw my work. They’ve requested my team be debriefed.”
“Do you want to do it?”
“I don’t know. It’s a lot to think about. I just got you, I have the leap to think about, and their protection. I can’t be leaving on missions like that. And they can’t know we’re cats.”
“But do you want to do it?” Sasha asked.
“I’d like to. I just don’t know the logistics.”
“We can figure it out. We’ll all sit down and go from there. The main women of the house have backup with the kaurtetos, and Maddy won’t be human for much longer. We can help keep everything safe when you’re gone. Who knows? Some new blood in here may just get some of the women here mated,” Sasha finished.
“That mind of yours. Yeah, I’m definitely using you for your brain,” Cirro said with a laugh.
“That’s okay, I’m using you for your c—”
“Don’t you say it!”
“What? I was going to say concentrated efforts in pleasing me,” Sasha said, laughing.
“Yeah, I’m sure you were. Go to sleep, hellion. Everyone will want to see you in the morning.”
She liked that. They were family now, and she’d do what she could to protect her own. Cirro may have struggled against claiming her, but he’d come through more than ever. Now she just had to help Beth, Lauren, Adelis, Drea, Rachel, Lucy, Mei, and Tristine. They’d benefit, just like Maddy, Selene, and Sasha had from that girl’s night out so long ago.
The End
About the Author
LeTeisha Newton is the author of a plethora of novels ranging from hot Interracial Erotica, Paranormal biters, Fantasy, and Urban Fantasy genres. She’s known for her extensive knowledge of shifter cultures, even outside of the generic werewolves and vampires, crazy world-building, and making shape-shifters feel like they are living right next door, leading to her being known as the Shifter Queen.
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Table of Contents
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
About the Author
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