Leopard's Wrath (A Leopard Novel)

by Christine Feehan

  She deliberately ran her tongue around her lips, wetting them. Looking up at him. His cock felt like a dagger. Diamond hard. Titanium. Her hand slipped to the front of his trousers.

  “Too bad we’re not alone. My mouth would feel so good sealed around your cock, wouldn’t it?” she whispered. “But as usual, we’re surrounded by all these guards. I’ll bet you would like the things I could do to you. Or better yet—the things you could do to me.”

  “Stop teasing me, kotyonok,” he warned. “I don’t particularly give a fuck whether or not they’re here. You keep it up and you’ll be on your knees sucking me dry right in front of them.”

  She laughed because she knew it wasn’t true. He would never tolerate his men watching her have sex with him. The leopards were one thing; her human counterpart was something altogether different. His threat was empty and they both knew it. Well, he thought he knew it but the strange roaring in his head and the jackhammers drilling into him told him otherwise. A few more minutes and she wouldn’t be safe.

  He called out gruffly to Sevastyan to make certain her suitcase was in the car and to bring it around. Backing Ania into the wall, he took her mouth while his hands went under her shirt, slid up her belly to her breasts and began to knead those soft, perfect mounds. The way they felt in his hands. So soft. Creamy. Perfect. He wanted to devour her. Maul her. Take everything she was for himself. He was rough, and she gasped, giving him even better access to her mouth.

  His head began to buzz, and he was on a terrible high from just her kisses. He pinched and pulled her nipples. Hard. Equally as rough as his kisses so she was gasping and pushing her breasts into his hands. One of her legs slid around his so she was riding his thigh, trying to bring herself off.

  “Not happening, babe,” he whispered. “You know better than to tease a leopard.” He refused to allow her relief.

  The burn was there in her eyes. Almost as desperate as he was. He smiled wickedly and pressed his fingers deep, fucking her that way but stopping when her hips surged forward to meet his. Every now and then he flicked her clit so that she gasped and tried to ride his hand the way she had his thigh. His trousers had spots on them from her cream, and he felt as wild and feral as his leopard.

  “We’re ready for you,” Sevastyan called, his voice tight.

  “Leopards are driving us,” Mitya said. “We’ll need a little privacy.”

  “I see that,” Sevastyan said. “Every leopard is very aware, Mitya.”

  There wasn’t anything Mitya could do about that. Ania’s body was throwing off the pheromones that would drive the male leopards mad, but Sevastyan insisted on bodyguards. They were under attack and needed their best men around them. The female leopard and her human counterpart were driving them all mad.

  “Hurry, baby, let’s get to the car.” Mitya nearly dragged Ania out of the house, hand on the small of her back, pushing her down the walkway to the car. “Take us up the road until I say different,” he ordered Miron and yanked open the back door.

  Ania took her time climbing inside. Instead of just slipping onto the seat, she put her hands in first, bending, so the firm cheeks of her ass peeked out at him from under the shirt. She crawled in, her bottom swaying in invitation.

  Heart pounding, he swatted her hard. His handprint came up immediately, a bright red beacon on her pale skin. The sound and the sight of that red handprint on her pale bottom sent a streak of lightning jolting through his cock. Sweat trickled down his body.

  “Move it.”

  Her laughter taunted him, and she slowed her crawl, looking seductively up at him over her shoulder. He swatted her again and leaned in to bite her. She cried out in need and lowered her torso to the seat, rubbing her nipples over the leather through his shirt. Her bare bottom was in the air, an invitation he couldn’t resist.

  He heard his own roar, out of control. Lightning kept striking along with his hand. He heard the slaps, heard her moans; his cock fucking hurt so badly he thought he might go insane. He palmed her heated cheek and then slid his fingers into her welcoming opening, smearing her liquid over her lips and clit and then between her cheeks. Before he could push his finger into her tight little hole, she had scooted out of the way to allow him inside.

  The moment the doors of the car closed, heedless of the men in the front seat, Mitya was on her, unbuttoning her shirt so the edges parted and her full, rounded breasts peeked out at him. His hands dropped to his belt buckle, hastily opening it and dragging his trousers from his hips, down his legs and off. He’d never needed clothes gone so much. Just having them touch his skin seemed an abomination. His cock raged at him to be free—a monster now, every bit as enraged and hungry as a feral leopard.

  Sevastyan put up the privacy screen with an oath, reminding Mitya he was so far gone, he hadn’t thought to do so himself. His frenzied hunger had taken him right over the edge. She’d driven him out of his mind with her teasing.

  “Need your mouth, woman,” he ordered, his voice hoarse. “Right now. I want to shove my cock down your throat, fill you up with me.” He did. He didn’t want to be gentle or accommodating. He didn’t want to have to worry about anything but pleasure. His pleasure. Hot and bright and a miracle of pure sensation. She could do that with her mouth. Ania could do things with her mouth he hadn’t thought possible. What she didn’t know, he was teaching her, and every lesson was a hot, instructive exploration. His cock burned in that inferno, desperate for what only she could give him.

  His cock was so hot he thought he might explode. She slipped to the floor at his feet as he widened his thighs to accommodate her. She looked perfect there, gazing up at him, her face almost demure as her hands stroked his inner thighs and then settled around his heavy sac. That wasn’t where he wanted her mouth, but it felt amazing when her fingers caressed and gently kneaded and then her tongue began licking like that of the little kitten he called her. Her tongue covered every inch of his balls, traced the velvet sac, and then she was running the tip up and down between his balls and his backside.

  He wanted to close his eyes and savor the feeling, but he couldn’t. He had to stare into those eyes. See her breasts swaying with each movement she made. He couldn’t resist pinching her nipples, watching the dark flush slide under her skin. He tugged, stretching them, her gasp telling him that he created two hot points of pain that spread flames from her breasts to her sex.

  “We’re changing position. You turn. Sit back, right there on the floor, press your back to the seat and then lay your head back on it.”

  Ania complied without asking any questions. The back of her head rested on the seat, stretching her throat. His heart pounded as he moved around in front of her. There was very little room, so he was bracing himself, straddling her body, his cock positioned right over her mouth.

  She stared up at his cock and heavy sac, her eyes wide. He placed one hand on the back of the seat and the other around his cock.

  “You can touch my thighs or balls, baby, but not my cock. I control this, not you.”

  He watched her throat as she swallowed, apprehension in her eyes. He didn’t blame her. His cock looked and felt like a monster. He was nearly insane with wanting her. He felt as if every cell in his body was screaming for her body, for the things she could do to him. He wanted to roar with rage, with hunger, with need.

  “Open your mouth.”

  She licked her lips and his gut tightened. He reached down and pinched her nipple hard. When she gasped, he caught the base of his cock and pushed half of it into her open mouth. Heat surrounded him. Swamped his every sense.

  “That’s it, baby, fucking take me down. Suck. Right now. Just suck.” He couldn’t close his eyes to savor the feeling of her wet, hot mouth surrounding him, because the sight of her lips stretching around his cock was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. She didn’t have a choice the way he’d positioned her. His cock pinned her there, along wi
th the weight of his body. He controlled everything, and she knew it. She had to accept whatever he demanded.

  She sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing and her tongue lashing him with pure fire. Lightning streaked up his spine. He threw back his head and roared as fiery pleasure washed through him.

  “Harder,” he admonished, pushing deeper.

  She choked and tried to pull away from him but found it impossible. He waited until she settled, and then shook his head. “You can do this, kotyonok, you’ve taken me deeper. Think of my cock, how to worship it, how to make it feel better than you’ve ever made it feel.” He gave her a breath of air and then pushed deep. “This is your cock, made for you, made to bring you pleasure. Think how it feels when it’s between your legs. Suck hard. Make it feel so good. Only you can do that, Ania. Make it good for me.”

  She suckled harder, her eyes wide, liquid forming. She began to struggle a little for air again and reluctantly, he pulled back to let her take a breath. One. He pushed a little deeper than he’d gone the last time.

  “You’re going to take me all the way down this time,” he said. “Harder, Ania. I want you to suck me dry.”

  She tried to comply, her mouth working, her tongue teasing. He let her breathe and then pushed deep until he felt that resistance. She didn’t struggle, but he saw her fight it. He loved watching her fight for him. For his pleasure. His woman, giving him everything he asked for even when it wasn’t easy.

  “Relax for me.”

  The thought of her struggling for him, fighting off the need to breathe, controlling her gag reflex, her fear, all for him, was mind-blowing. The knowledge heightened his pleasure. Watching her lips stretch impossibly around his girth, seeing her throat as she tried to swallow him down, her nose fighting for air, eyes watery but filled with that dark lust, intensified, even amplified, the ecstasy of her hot, silken mouth.

  “That’s it, baby. All the way. Swallow me. Suck it out of me.” His balls were drawn so tight.

  Her hands came up under the velvet sac and she began to stroke caresses over them. Her fingers closed around them and he thought he might explode down her throat, but he fought it off. He didn’t want this to end.

  Her lips glistened and when he pulled back to allow her to breathe, his shaft was wet and hot. He pushed into her mouth and began to pump long strokes. He kept her head pinned on the seat as he filled her.

  “Swallow, Ania. Swallow me,” he said as he bridged her throat. “Use your fingers to get yourself off.”

  She struggled to obey him, and then tight muscles constricted and stimulated him even more. It was paradise, a place he didn’t want to leave. Her fingers crept down her belly to disappear between her legs. The moment she started working herself, she relaxed even more. She had given herself completely over to him, and he took his time, feeling the stroking caresses on his inner thighs and sac as he thrust in and out of her mouth, and then down her throat.

  He felt his balls tighten even more as the friction increased and grew so hot he knew he couldn’t last. His cock grew, thickened, pushing her boundaries even more. “You almost there, baby? Hurry. Catch up.”

  Her fingers worked frantically as he pushed his cock deep, his hips thrusting, his mind in a red haze. Thunder roared in his ears.

  Her eyes went to his and even with her mouth full of him, she managed to nod her head to tell him she was there.

  “Let go, baby, let yourself come. Swallow every drop, don’t let one escape,” he ordered, because just the idea of telling his woman what he needed, and her complying, was a further turn-on.

  Her eyes went completely liquid as his cock swelled more and began to jerk and throb as his seed rocketed down her throat. Pulse after pulse. He watched her trying to take him down even as her own body erupted into a fiery orgasm.

  When his cock stopped jerking and pulsing, Mitya slowly withdrew. Ania drew in air, her head still back, her eyes dazed and heated. She’d never looked more beautiful to him. He didn’t move, balancing with the sway of the car, legs straddling her body, his semihard cock right over her.

  “Make sure you get every drop, kotyonok.” Beneath his skin he could feel the heat of his leopard, pushing to surface, needing his mate. The growl in his voice and the demands were all shifter, a dominant predator hungry for more.

  Her tongue felt soothing, a velvet rasp as she cleaned him, the way every female in their species cleaned her mate. He savored that feeling, loved watching her, wished they could start all over again, but the chaos in his brain was receding enough for his brain to function properly. The leopards needed to run free, to mate again, to spend time together.

  His men were leopard and could smell the pheromones Jewel and Ania were putting out as well as hear everything they said—and did—to each other. Mitya had no idea how to defuse the situation with his leopard’s needs and Sevastyan’s need to keep them safe.

  He dropped his hand on Ania’s head, rubbing his thumb over her cheekbone in a little caress. Very gently, when she was finished, he helped her to sit up and then loosened the cap on a water bottle to give to her. Ania drank gratefully.

  Mitya continued to stroke caresses over her face and then her lips after she drank. He smeared the cool water around her lips, knowing they had to be sore. Everything on her was probably sore. He knew he needed the contact more than she did.

  “Wish I could be gentle with you, baby,” he said softly, meaning it. She deserved gentle. “Fucking leopard is pushing at me hard. I can’t blame him. Every time he gets to be with his mate, something seems to happen. That makes him crazy. He wants to go hunting. Thinks that will stop it all.”

  “She’s desperate to get out,” Ania said. Her voice was strained. Hoarse.

  He winced, and his hand went to her throat, fingers gently stroking. “Sorry, kotyonok, you’re probably bruised.”

  That brought a brief smile. She looked up at him but made no move to get off the floor. She looked exhausted. “I’m bruised all over, one or two more isn’t going to matter.”

  He hated that. He knew she was right, but he still hated it. Her body was covered in smudges, bruises, teeth marks and evidence of wild mating.

  “Can you get up?”

  She gave him another faint smile. “Probably, but I think I’ll just stay here for a minute or two until I know I’m under control. She’s getting crazy on me and it makes it very uncomfortable.”

  “He’s the same way, Ania.”

  “They have to have time together, Mitya. Isn’t there somewhere we can go away from here where we can let them have a few days together without a threat?”

  Mitya’s first thought was no. How could they leave when she had some unknown faction trying to kill her, and his father was finally making his play to kill them all? He forced down that first negative reaction and considered her request.

  “I don’t know if we could get away with it, Ania. Sevastyan has everything in place to watch over us at the house.”

  She shrugged. “But our homes are so big, and it would probably be easier and take less effort to protect us somewhere smaller. More intimate. The leopards wouldn’t have as much room to run, but they probably won’t care as long as they aren’t interrupted constantly.”

  Ania pressed the cool bottle of water to her forehead. “At least think about it, Mitya.”

  He wanted to give her the moon, but he knew wherever they went, they were going to take their problems with them. The leopards weren’t going to run free without incident. In fact, each time they emerged, the risk was greater that they would be shot. A sniper was much more difficult to catch than one might think. It took one person with a rifle lying up on a hillside.

  She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. “Do we even know what we’re doing, Mitya? I feel like we’re just running in circles. When we have two minutes together, we have wild, crazy sex and then something terrible happens. I don�
�t know you at all, and you don’t know me.”

  Mitya sank back onto the seat, his thigh beside her head. Sinking his fingers into her hair, he rubbed the silky strands together. “I know it feels that way right now, baby. Many leopard couples have already been through one or two life cycles together. They have old memories, even if they can’t remember them exactly, and the draw between them is there so the Han Vol Dan goes much more smoothly. They feel as if they know each other already. We don’t have that. We’re building it. Jewel’s heat won’t last more than a week, and things will cool down enough to give us breathing room.”

  She rubbed her hand up and down his thigh, but she didn’t respond. Mitya didn’t like that she went silent on him. He tugged on her hair. “Kotyonok, you’re exhausted. You lost your father. You have people trying to kill you for whatever reason. I think you have every right to question what’s happening. I just want you to remember one thing. I’m that man that’s going to stand for you. No matter what happens around us, I’m not going anywhere.”

  She took another long drink of water. “I know. I do. I’m just . . . tired.”

  “I’ll have Sevastyan turn the car around and take us back to the house.”

  She pressed the bottle to her forehead again. “We still have to let them out. Jewel isn’t going to let up until she’s with Dymka.”

  Mitya didn’t have the heart to tell her that wouldn’t change anything. Dymka was even more upset and out of sorts than Jewel or Ania. It was all Mitya could do to control him. His own moods weren’t much better. The entire situation was fucked.

  “Let’s just get home.” He reached for his trousers.

  “I don’t think I can face any of them yet,” Ania said softly. “I don’t even know what I’m doing when it’s on me like that. I can’t think.”

  She was crying. He heard it in her voice. Tears. When he looked down, he could see wetness on the tips of her lashes and tears running down her face. His heart stuttered. Turned over. He reached down, caught her around the waist and lifted her easily onto his lap. He was grateful for the strength of his leopard, for the strength of his body. She was on the smaller side and picking her up was easy.