Embracing Her Lion: BBW Lion Shifter Paranormal Romance (Carver City Shifters Book 2)

by Lyra Valentine

  He swiped his tongue up her needy heat and traced the seam of her soaked pussy. His eyes fluttered closed as he indulged in her cream on his tongue. “Mmm. Mine.”

  One taste wasn’t enough for him. He plundered her depths with his tongue. Slow strokes lapped at her lips, while deep licks pushed inside her to gather every drop on his tongue. And all the while, he kept his eyes on her face.

  “Mine. All mine, aren’t you?” He growled low in his throat. She watched, transfixed, as his features sharpened. His high cheekbones became even more angular, and amber flooded his eyes. His lion was close, urging him to claim his mate. Jessa licked her lips and marveled at how much control Sam had over the beast.

  His tongue snaked out again. He slid easily between her glistening folds. Jessa moaned at the delicate touch, and another moan leaked from her lips when his tongue toyed with her clit. He delved deeper and deeper with each lick until her hips jerked to meet his intimate kiss.

  He stoked the flames of her arousal to new heights with each lapping taste. Her body tingled from head to toe, and her breath came in quick pants. He teased her and massaged her with his mouth, then pushed into her for powerful strokes. Up and down her seam, tasting and lapping at the cream he created.

  Sam grinned up at her as he pushed two fingers deep in her channel. She rocked on his hand. He curled his finger inside her and touched on her g-spot. She gasped. He was made for her pleasure, and instinctively found where she needed to be stroked.

  “That’s it, baby. Fuck my fingers. Take it how you want it.” His voice had gone deeper again, and another shiver ran down her spine at the sound of primal power dripping with his words.

  Jessa’s pussy clenched around him. Her heart raced to keep up with the rhythm of her rocking hips. She let her head fall back as she inched closer and closer to her release.

  Then he stilled, and pulled his fingers from her and stuck them in his mouth. Jessa groaned and met his gaze again. He kept his burning eyes locked on her as he cleaned her juices from the digits. “Delicious, Atkins. And all mine.”

  “Fuck,” she gasped. The erotic honesty did it for her. She didn’t need to settle for being a placeholder with Sam. She was everything he wanted, and he had no problems telling her so.

  “Yes,” Sam chuckled. He licked her clit and followed with a solid swipe with the pad of his finger. “Keep your eyes on me, Atkins. I’m going to watch you cum, and then I’m going to fuck you.”

  Jessa’s eyes slid closed at the naked desire on his face. He stopped his ministrations and growled. The vibrations traveled through her body like a lightning strike, and set her ablaze. Her eyes snapped back open, wide and hungry.

  “Good girl.” He rewarded her with a lingering kiss of her sex lips. “Don’t look away.”

  Her curse was yanked from her lips. He centered his tongue over her clit, undulating the muscle against the sensitive bundle of nerves. If that wasn’t enough to throw her into a mind-shattering orgasm, he pushed his fingers back inside her and stroked where she needed him.

  More and more he gave her, sliding in and out of her wet heat and sucking on her clit until she wanted to close her eyes against the pleasure. But she kept them open and locked on Sam’s face. She couldn’t stand if he stopped his torment.

  Her body shook as her pussy convulsed around him. Her sheath tightened around him, and milked his fingers for more.

  And he gave it. More and more, he filled her. Each push and following pull were timed with the flick of his tongue. He groaned when her pussy grabbed his fingers, and breathed heavy when they slid free.

  Pleasure roared to life inside her, building with each thrust of his fingers and flick of his tongue. She rocked her hips in time to his movements, again impaling herself on his fingers and wishing it were his cock.

  Her hands found her breasts, and she kneaded at the full mounds. She plucked and pinched at her nipples, the pain mixing with the pleasure Sam gave her. Her release drew closer, and the intensity promised to magnify with each passing second.

  “Mate.” He purred, eyes flaring at whatever he saw written on her face. Her chimera looked through to him, urging his lion to come out and claim his mate. They were made and fated for each other. How had she ever denied it?

  Her pussy clenched around Sam’s fingers and he thrust harder into her. She watched him closely, nostrils flaring to catch the seductive scent of their arousal. Salty musk and cream were a heady combination and it ratcheted her need higher.

  “My mate. Say it.”

  Her wet heat milked him for all he was worth, spasming around his fingers and aching to be filled with his thick cock. Her clit twitched and throbbed under his touch. Fuck, but she’d never had it so good. The pleasure rang loudly in her ears and her eyes threatened to shut.

  “Mate.”

  The word branded her, burning itself into her heart. From there, it arrowed straight down her spine and centered in her wet heat. The ferocity in his voice excited her, but she was undone when he pulled her swollen clit into his mouth and sucked hard.

  “Sam!” She screamed, and tumbled into an oblivion of bliss. The fiery pleasure seared through her veins and pulsed through her body with each frantic beat of her heart. She could feel bliss crawling through her body and soul, binding her to Sam and the pleasure he commanded.

  She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move. Each press of his fingers and suck of his lips swelled the bliss inside her. Each wave of pleasure crashed over her and threatened to pull her under.

  Just as she belonged to him, he offered himself to her. Every powerful inch of his beautiful body belonged to her. Every wonderful thought could be shared with her.

  His. She was all his. He claimed her body, and he claimed her heart. She knew there would be no extricating herself from him now, nor did she desire it. She needed him. Every soft inch of her curves was his for the taking. The Jessa part of her and the chimera part of her were in agreement for the first time. They were his.

  “Say it! Mine.”

  “Yours, Sam!”

  ***

  Sam didn’t hesitate as her scream faded in his ears. He crawled his way back up her body, pushing her back down with his bulky chest as he did so. He needed to press into her heat, and soon. He feared the word would collapse if he didn’t seal their bodies together.

  He pushed inside her with ease. Her silken wetness slid him into the hilt, and he let out a shuddering breath as the feel of her encasing him in her tight pussy nearly overwhelmed him.

  Fuck. Not the time to be quick on the draw. He needed to make his mate cum again and again.

  His mate.

  She’d said the word. After far too long and even refusing conversations about it. She was made for him. Every tight inch of her wrapped around him with a delicious squeeze. She was it for him. His mate. Every gorgeous part of her was his.

  Jessa growled at him and rocked her hips. His demanding mate.

  Sam rolled his hips and enjoyed the delirious pleasure that washed through him. He couldn’t take his eyes off Jessa. He cataloged every curve of her luscious body. Her skin was creamy and made his mouth water for another taste. Her cheeks were still flushed with her climax, and she struggled with the refreshed bliss that coursed through her. Her light hair spread out around her like a halo. Her blue eyes snapped open, and he could see they’d darkened to something near navy.

  She’d been a talking, walking temptation from the moment he pulled her from the van and laid his hands on her. His lion knew as soon as they caught her scent that she was the one for them. He’s spent as much time as possible around her, even suggesting and volunteering to be her bodyguard. He hung on to her every word, and acted like a lovesick puppy dog when she wasn’t around. It’d taken too long to get her naked underneath him, but now that he had her he doubted he’d ever let her go.

  She was his.

  Another roll of his hips distracted Jessa enough from eviscerating him and gave him the chance to visually devour more of his mate. Her w
aist nipped in and then flared wide at her hips. He couldn’t wait to feel her thick thighs wrapped around his waist. He’d bend her over at some point in the night and grab large handfuls of her sweet ass and tell her how watching her walk away made his cock twitch every time. After he claimed her, of course. Sank his fangs into her pretty white neck and marked her as his.

  He pulled out almost to the very tip of his cock. Jessa whined, and her hips followed him. She didn’t want even the brief emptiness between his next thrust. The cat growled at him; the two were in agreement. Sam plunged into his mate again, and groaned as the silken velvet clutched around him.

  Jessa tightened around him with each thrust, milking his cock with her snug pussy. Another groan pushed from Sam’s chest, and he had to drop his gaze. He dropped his forehead against her shoulder. Watching her and feeling her were too much if he wanted to last longer than a horny teenager.

  “So tight. So hot. Wet.” His breath quickened when Jessa hitched her legs high around his waist and crossed her ankles at his back. He sank another orgasmic inch into her delicious pussy.

  His beautiful mate.

  He shifted his hips, and the motion caught her clit between their bodies. Jessa gasped, and he did it again. Again. Again. Until her panting breath matched his.

  “Sam,” she moaned.

  His name on her lips was the sweetest sound, outside of her screaming in pleasure. He was determined to make her cum again and feel her pussy pulse around his cock. Fuck, even the thought of it made his shaft jerk with anticipation.

  Jessa met each thrust with a tilt to her hips. The sound of their sex added to their hurried breaths and filled the small clearing. The musky scent filled his nose, and he drew in the flavors. She was sweet cream and spicy cinnamon, and a hint of his own scent mingled with her.

  Every suck of her nipple tightened her around his cock. Every plunge of his cock sent her clenching harder with the tremors of her impending orgasm. Each tremor made his cock twitch.

  Pleasure gathered and thrummed along his nerves. It settled in his sac, and pulsed up his dick. The slick friction of her cunt drew him ever closer as well. In and out, forward and back, he pushed their hips together with wet slaps of bliss.

  With a wet pop, he switched nipples. The first graze of his teeth made Jessa spasm around him.

  His balls drew up tight against his body. Each pound of his heart echoed between his legs. His dick throbbed, twitched, and pounded with the beat of his heart. He could barely hear over the rush in his ears.

  He shook his head and tried to clear away some of the rapturous haze. He needed her to cum first. Then he could seek his release and sink his fangs into her flesh. Mate her. Mark her.

  His mate.

  “Yes,” Jessa whispered as if she could hear his thoughts. “Yes. Yes!”

  Each push of his cock into her pussy sent a jiggle through her body, bouncing her breasts in time to his thrusts. He needed to taste her again. The ripe berries on her chest called to him.

  He didn’t slow his hips as he lowered his head and captured one nipple between his lips. The first flick of his tongue pulled another cry from Jessa’s lips. He nipped and suckled at her, and relished the sweet sounds that came out of his mate.

  She arched her back and offered her round globes to him. Each mound fit in his large hands, and plumped up for the taking. He switched back and forth between each hardened pebble, laving one while his fingers pinched and plucked at the other. Back and forth with his mouth, in and out with his cock.

  Every thrust rewarded him with a ripple of her pussy. She clamped tighter and tighter on him until he wasn’t sure if he could handle the pressure.

  “Mine.” She whispered again. “Sam. Mine.”

  “Yours.” Fuck him, if her claim didn’t make his cock twitch even more. His orgasm was nearing, but he’d be damned if she didn’t finish first.

  He added more teeth to his treatment of her nipples. And again, he moaned when she tightened around him until he thought he’d burst. She dragged her nails up his back, and he groaned. The scent of blood mingled with their sex, and his lion rose up in attention.

  “Gonna cum in you, Jessa. Fill you up. Make you mine.” He lowered himself to her neck, and nibbled at the spot where her shoulder met the slim column of her throat. He increased his pace and slammed his hips into hers, sac bouncing against her ass. “Want that? Want to be mine? Wear my mark around your pretty neck?”

  “Yessss,” Jessa keened.

  His gums ached as fangs descended and changed the shape of his teeth. The brief flash of pain on his chest made him roar. If he wasn’t mistaken, it felt like fangs entering his flesh. He didn’t have time to puzzle how his little doe had fangs.

  His lion pounded, and urged him to bite, to claim. His bite struck home just a moment later. She gasped and shivered as his teeth sliced into her flesh. The pain was brief and replaced with a feeling of ecstasy.

  His release slammed into him. Jessa clenched around him, gripping his cock tightly with her hot pussy. His hips jerked erratically into her as he lost his control. He was shoved over the edge and he pulsed inside her. Waves of bliss roared through him, blinding and deafening him to everything but the pounding of his mate’s heart. She thudded into his mouth, and he filled her cunt with his essence.

  He caught his breath as he lapped at the wound he created. His saliva mixed with her blood as the wound healed and closed, leaving a fresh scar in the shape of a bite. A large bite, but his lion purred at that. Let anyone who saw it quiver in fear of him and leave their mate alone.

  Still buried in her wet heat, Sam raised up on his hands to look at her. Jessa was all smiles and dazed eyes, and his chest swelled with pride. He’d caused that happiness in his mate. He’d pleased her into love-drunk giddiness.

  She belonged to him. There was no changing that, not unless they were willing to harm themselves.

  “I win.” He smiled into her neck and pushed away his dark thoughts. He rolled to his side and almost groaned at slipping from her. He tucked her backside against him and threw his arm over her.

  “Hmm?”

  “You said my name first.”

  She swatted at him. “Oh no, I did not. You said mine first.”

  He paused, and she could almost hear him replaying back their encounter that night. “I didn’t think you heard that.”

  Jessa snorted. “I’m a shifter too, remember? I can hear just as well as you can.”

  “What big ears you have, little doe.”

  He shifted and tried to get comfortable. The grass was thick here, but not nearly as nice as a bed. He’d move them to one of the nearby guesthouses for their next round, right after he had a moment to rest. Besides, Jessa’s sweet body pressed against him was too wonderful to move.

  He could almost see his lion stretching out its legs and yawning before curling up. They had their mate in their arms, and she was well and truly theirs. No more running away. She bore the mark on her neck that claimed her. Finally, the chase was over.

  “Can’t wait to wake up like this forever.” He mumbled into her hair. His eyes closed and he reveled in her scent rolling over him. They’d wake up in each other’s arms for the rest of their lives, now. “Can’t wait to live together.”

  Chapter Four

  She was a coward. A wimp. A sissy. A no-good, spineless, yellow-bellied snake.

  And all because she couldn’t handle a few muttered words from a man half asleep.

  “Can’t wait to live together.” Phaw!

  Jessa viciously yanked out a weed from her garden. She could pretend cleaning up the overgrown patch helped put her thoughts in order. Yank. One problem removed from her life. Yank. Another solution to the complicated mess she found herself in.

  She should have expected the whole mating thing would go too fast. One little bite, and suddenly Sam was planning their entire future together. If shifters were anything like the society couples her parents tried to emulate, Jessa wanted no part of it. First, i
t was living together, then came popping out babies and picking out formal china meant only for display.

  Her chimera chattered at her with great displeasure. It certainly expected more from her than running away as soon as Sam started to lightly snore. It wanted to chase down their mate and rub all over him. It had no concerns about where they made their den, as long as their mate was there.

  Jessa sat back on her heels and studied her townhouse. Sure, there were cracks in the foundation and the roof needed to be replaced. The windows let in drafts if the wind blew just right. It could use a new coat of paint, inside and out. But it was hers. For a former military brat, it was important for her to have somewhere permanent to call home.

  She knuckled her back. She ached in all the right places, and it was the only thing her beast approved of. But even the extremely pleasurable memories of the previous night couldn’t replace her rising anxiety.

  She was a coward. A wimp. A sissy. A no-good, spineless, yellow-bellied snake.

  Could she shift into a snake? Or maybe a worm? She could hide out under a rock for the rest of her life. Then she would never need to confront Sam about the rapid pace he planned for their union.

  She shouldn’t have let him put his mate mark on her. She clearly wasn’t ready for that level of commitment. Hell, she shouldn’t have put her teeth on him. Now they were bound together, for better or worse. Or, until she could fix up her house, sell it, and run away forever. Yeah, that sounded about right. Better that than completely losing the Jessa part of herself to the animal instincts that drove her wild for Sam.

  It was exactly as she feared. There was no love, no deep connection. Just an insane desire to bump naughty bits. Maybe that would come later, but she wasn’t going to pretend the draw she felt was anything more than primal attraction. And she definitely didn’t think lust should be the basis for a lasting relationship. Even if she had already bound herself to the man.