by Nara Malone
His cock bumped her wet slit. Her pussy drooled desire. She squirmed. His paws yanked her hips back against him and he drove inside. She yowled.
He drew back again and it sent slivers of sensation shooting through her, had her muscles contracting around him, a burning pleasure that made her scream again.
He started pumping her, catching her ruff between his teeth to keep the force of it from driving her along the ground as they fucked. Quick jabs, turned to slow, driving thrusts, and the sensation radiated like a thousand lines shooting out from a point. Sharp laser lines of fiery pleasure shot through her belly. Delicious electric pleasure moved out to the roots of fur, down to the tips of her claws. Pressure built. Her head fell back and his teeth clamped tighter. Her breath came in quick pants, laser lines were expanding and contracting like threads of lightning and her pussy tightened. Tightened. Tightened. Tighter. Tighter. Until his scream joined hers. Until it seemed that more than his cock penetrated. The essence of Marcus penetrated her. He was coming, his cock jerking inside her, filling her.
She blinked in and out, the boundaries of her body melting away, only this time Marcus went with her. They rose, sparks of energy swirling like a cyclone on the dark plane above the world. This she realized was irreversible, this mating of energy. This was what he’d been trying to tell her in the moon garden. He was her fate and she his.
I love you, she said.
They floated back to human form, panting, bodies entwined on a bed of grass and leaves.
“Think you’ll have any trouble recognizing me now?” he asked, giving her ear a soft nip.
Allie smiled and turned her back to his chest and snuggled against him. “I don’t know. I’m thinking this training of yours will require a lot more study before I’m completely cured.”
“Insatiable,” he said, plucking a leaf from her hair.
“A diligent student,” she countered.
The forest was still, quiet around them. The creek rippled gently between the banks. Marcus smoothed hair back from her face and kissed her.
“We are bonded, you and I,” he said. “Mated. Sometimes I think we were before tonight, before we met, maybe even before we were born. Nothing we do or don’t do will ever change that. Do you understand?’
“Kind of,” she said, “and not really.”
He smiled. “The understanding will grow as you grow into who you are.”
“After what we’ve come through, after what we just did,” her body had barely recovered beyond the limp noodle stage, “do we have a foot in those deep waters yet?”
He shook his head, “Maybe a toe.” He moved over her and there was nothing limp about his noodle.
She dug deep and summoned the energy for a shift, vanishing and reappearing a few feet away.
“You can’t outrun me, sweetheart. I’m part of you.”
Well, you being the supreme High Magus of the Pantherians, millennial being and all, you’re probably right. But really, how hard can it be to outrun someone so old?
“Old?” He pushed up to his knees, that feral gleam was back in his eyes a second before he vanished.
She made it to the river before he returned in leopard form.
He chased after her, water pluming around them in glittering sheets, the moonlight spilling through the forest in shades of pearl and silver. He almost caught her where the water deepened. She reared up, batted at him, claws lightly raking fur. He batted back.
A twist, a leap and she was away. He barreled after as she broke from the water. She could see their shadows glide over the bank as the moon cast them—the silhouettes of two big cats, one feminine and sleek, the broader male’s form just behind and closing fast.
About the Author
Whether writing a shapeshifter romance exploring the primal power of the wild feminine, or BDSM romance where love digs into a character’s shadows, Nara believes romance should open the door and push lovers into a new dimension: sexually, emotionally, and sometimes physically.
Nara Malone is an award-winning novelist and poet. As a freelance journalist and writer, her feature profiles on women entrepreneurs and her romantic short stories have been published in newspapers, magazines and digital publications.
Nara welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email addresses on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.
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