by D. B. Shayne
“And I am going give you the sweetest ride of your life,” Terrence groaned against her ear. Jasmine thought she was going to ignite-she was getting hotter and wetter by the second. She looked up at Terrence.
“And after that you’re going to mark me as your own.”
“It will hurt, a little,” Terrence told her, referring to the final act of the ceremony. He stepped away from Jasmine, allowing just enough space for him to lift the dress from her body. Then he quickly stripped naked. Jasmine stared in awe at his thick, hard cock and her lips ached to kiss it, tease it. Terrence’s hands roamed her flesh restlessly, playing with her breasts and taut nipples. Then he swept her into his arms and set her down on the mat. He planted fevered kisses on her breasts, closed his lips over their erect peaks and sucked on them firmly, sending shivers of pleasure through Jasmine. His hands explored the soft skin of her belly and thighs.
“Terrence-please-now-now,” Jasmine pleaded, writhing on the mat. She pushed his hands away, sat up and turned to back Terrence, planting her palms flat and spreading her thighs apart. The sight of her perfectly rounded ass and the glistening flesh between her thighs sent Terrence over the edge. He came up behind her and held one firm cheek in his hand. Terrence flexed his hips and with a single thrust, buried his cock deep inside Jasmine. She cried out at the bittersweet intrusion. Terrence thought he was in the most divine place on earth as he felt her tighten around him. He grabbed her hips, pulled out slightly and drove into her again. And again. His strokes were hot and hard as he pounded into her warm depths, rocking her body to the core. Jasmine panted loudly, her fingers digging into the mat as the thrusts came faster, went deeper. Shockwaves of pain-tinged ecstasy swept through her. Terrence made soft growls, his nails pierced Jasmine’s flesh as his grip on her body tightened.
“Terrence!”
“Jasmine!” They said in unison. Terrence tipped his head back and a heavy, guttural groan roared past his lips as he hauled Jasmine against him one final time and spilled his seed deep within her. He was frozen for several moments while he caught his breath.
“Just one more thing sweet Jasmine,” Terrence whispered. She remained in position. Terrence slowly pulled away from Jasmine and began to shift. His human form swiftly transformed, fur fanned across his body, bone and flesh changed shape into a formidable, striped creature. The tiger, gently swiped Jasmine’s lower back with a paw, scoring her skin, leaving a trio of red stripes that symbolized she was finally his, forever. She winced slightly then exhaled. Terrence lifted his head and a roar dominated the air. He walked next to Jasmine and she collapsed onto the mat, rolling onto her side. Terrence assumed his human shape then joined his mate, pulling her into a tight embrace.
“You weren’t kidding when you said you’ll give me the sweetest ride of my life,” Jasmine said against Terrence’s neck.
“I wasn’t too rough on you, was I?” Terrence caressed Jasmine’s back and kissed her forehead.
“I’ve been wearing big girl panties for quite a while-well not that I’m wearing any panties now.” Terrence laughed softly.
“That’s good to hear because I am ready to take you again.” Terrence pushed himself up, parted Jasmine’s thighs and was inside her within a heartbeat. Grasping the backs of her thighs he pressed her legs backward and began to flex his hips, stroking her velvety heat with forceful thrusts. Jasmine’s hands roamed the grassy spread beneath her fingers for purchase, finding it by planting her hands against the stone, bracing her body against Terrence’s unrestrained passion. Loud moans escaped her lips as Terrence gave her all he had. And more. He came in an explosive silence, his head thrown back with lips parted as he struggled to find air. When Terrence finally found enough oxygen to move, he moved away from Jasmine and reached over to grab his pants from off the grass. Jasmine was taking long, ragged breaths, willing her body to relax
“I have something for you.” The tiger shifter pulled a blue velvet box from one of the pockets and opened it, presenting a golden ring to Jasmine. On the shoulders of the ring, were several tiny diamonds, glittering like stardust; in the centre was a brilliant, light brown chocolate diamond. Jasmine’s lips parted as she viewed the exquisite piece.
“Terrence,” Jasmine gasped as she sat up.
“I know you have changed some important things in your life to be with me. We didn’t have a traditional union so I bought you this.” Terrence took out the ring and set the box aside. He slid the shimmering circle onto her finger and kissed it. “I chose this type of diamond because it reminded me of your beautiful brown eyes.”
“Terrence, I love you so much,” Jasmine whispered, touching his cheek.
“I love you Jasmine Moore and I can’t wait to start a family with you,” Terrence replied. Jasmine cocked an eyebrow at him.
“We’ve barely made it official and you want me barefoot and pregnant.” Terrence touched a finger to her nose.
“No, sweetheart, I have a little change in the bank so you’ll probably be wearing Valentino on those pretty feet of yours.” They burst into soft laughter. “Jasmine, you’ve made me the happiest man and shifter in Durham.” Jasmine entwined her feet with his. “We can get married if you want to Jasmine, if you want a traditional ceremony it would be no pr-”
“Terrence I am happy and content. And I never thought I could be so filled with joy being with someone I’ve only known for such a short time.”
“I told you before, time doesn’t matter when it comes to love.”
“Consider me a true believer.”
“I consider you mine.”
“Now and always Terrence. Now and always.” Jasmine and Terrence leaned into each other, embracing, as their lips drifted together for a heated kiss.
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Hungry Fur Stripes
Striped Passions Book 2
Excerpt
Aleesha emptied her glass and was about to get up and head to the bar for another shot when she received unexpected company. Trent Devereux appeared and pulled a chair next to her, turned it backwards and dropped his devilishly sexy body onto it, his eyes lazily roamed her body from head to painted toes. He was so close she could feel his warm breath tickle her face. Aleesha had to exercise great effort in restraining her tongue from falling out of her mouth at the sight of the irresistibly attractive man next to her. He was tall, muscular and oozed sex, hot- as-lava sex. Trent Devereux possessed strong features that were tempered by soft, grey eyes and a mouth that appeared to have been created solely for kissing. He sported tattoos that ran from his right shoulder down to his forearm, a combination of symbols and Latin words. A dark grey sleeveless shirt covered most of his chest but a small area of skin, covered in fine black hair was visible, compliments of several buttons that were undone.
“Sweet, sassy, a body made for riding hard and drinks vodka. I think I’m in love,” Trent drawled.
“Hi Trent,” Aleesha replied, admiring his hair style for the umpteenth time since they met; a thick shock of hair on the top of his head with the sides cut very low.
“Aleesha King, the heartbreaker,” he said, giving her a panty-melting smile.
“Really Trent, you, heartbroken?” Aleesha asked incredulously, givi
ng a small snort.
“You implying it’s not possible?” Trent asked with a mock expression of hurt.
“I’m not implying,” Aleesha replied raising a brow. Trent’s face sobered and he cocked his head to one side, studying her. A question had been eating him up inside from the day they met at Apesse Club.
“What was up with the disappearing act you pulled on me?”
“Why, did you miss me?”
“Let me take you out tomorrow and maybe you’ll find out how much.” Aleesha contemplated the offer and the man making it. She had not been able to scrub Trent Devereux from her mind since the day they met and she silently cursed Jasmine daily for being the one to cause them to cross paths. She reminisced about the two of them having drinks by the bar and how easily the conversation flowed, it was as if they were old friends, she felt comfortable yet excited. And the more they talked and laughed she found herself deeply drawn to him in a way that made her inexplicably yearn for more. And not just sexually. She hungered for all of Trent Devereux and it made her panic. Aleesha had made up a flimsy tale about forgetting about a meeting and had dashed off with a hurried goodbye. But the look Trent gave her as she delivered the lie conveyed his disbelief in her excuse.
“A date? You, Trent Devereux, actually go out on dates?”
“What kind of man do you think I am?” Aleesha gave him a huge grin.
“Hmm, you have me pegged for a fuck-em-and-leave em type of guy huh?”
“If the condom fits, yeah.” Trent smiled at her jab and then they both broke into laughter.
“I guarantee you’ll have a good time Ms. King, I know you’ve never been out with a man like me before.” Trent leaned over and flicked her earlobe with his tongue. “You’ve never fucked a man like me before either,” his heated breath and dirty as hell, cocky comment melted her like butter frosting in a heat wave. Her fingers clenched the shot glass in her hand and she swallowed down a moan…
He’s right, I’ve never been out with a man like him before…could that be my way out? But that would require a great measure of deception…
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