by Kim Fox
“That’s your lion?” she asked, staring in awe.
The corner of his lip curled up in a faint smile. “He likes you. A lot.”
There was a lion in there, and it liked her. She couldn’t believe it.
An undeniable urge to touch his face took over her and she reached up and ran her hand down his scratchy cheek and over his chin. She gently turned his face, wanting to see that look in his eyes that he got whenever he looked at her.
His brown eyes were gorgeous, but they held so much pain. She longed to take it all from him, to make his days a little brighter.
The truck was slowing, but she couldn’t look away from his deep gaze to see what was happening. She was completely captivated and utterly entranced with this man. This lion shifter.
Mack put the truck in park when it finally slowed to a stop on the side of the road.
She gulped as he turned in his seat, facing her. Kara had never wanted anyone so badly. Her breath was starting to quicken and her fingers ached with the need to touch him.
Maybe it was him who leaned forward first, or maybe it was her, she didn’t know, she didn’t care, but in a heartbeat, his lips were on hers as he claimed her mouth with a deep kiss.
She grabbed onto his thick bicep, holding him like a lifeline as he took everything she gave him. His arms wrapped possessively around her as he gently pulled her closer, making her knees weak, making her heart pound, making her want him even more.
Kara pulled away for the second it took to unfasten her seatbelt. She darted over, climbing onto his big frame as she straddled him. He was a giant compared to her. A beast. It was sexy how small he made her feel and it was turning her on. Everything about him was turning her on.
Their lips came together once again as she settled down on his lap. She let out a tiny moan into his hungry mouth when she felt his cock, thick and hard, press up against her inner thigh.
His possessive hands were all over her, claiming her body as his own. They slid to her ass and gripped her cheeks in a firm grip, making her gasp. She wanted him so badly. She wanted him to take her body and slide that hard cock deep inside her.
Kara grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it off in one motion, throwing it on the empty passenger’s seat as she kissed his sexy lips once again. His hands moved from her ass up to her back and he unfastened her bra.
Her heart was beating so fast as he pulled her bra off and slid it down her arms. He was on her breasts at once, taking her hard nipples into his greedy mouth, kissing and caressing every inch of her chest.
This was why she had waited so long. For this moment. For this man.
She was grinding her hips on him, rubbing her pussy on his hard dick as waves of warmth began rippling through her.
Her fingers were sliding through his short hair as she held him close to her chest. Her back was arched and she was breathing in gasps and moans as he swirled his tongue around her hard nipple while cupping each breast in a strong hand.
There were so many clothes between them… Too many…
She clawed at his shirt, practically ripping it off of his large frame. He grinned when she pulled it off and threw it somewhere in the backseat.
This man was built like a God. Thick round shoulders that could support the world, a wide muscular chest, and big sculpted arms. She ran her hand down his stomach and moaned when she felt the hard ridges of his abs.
There would be time in the future to explore every tantalizing inch of him with her fingers, lips, and tongue, but she was beyond that now. She wanted to feel him deep inside her. It was all she could think about.
She peppered his round shoulder with kisses as he switched his mouth from one tingling breast to the other. “I saved myself for you.” She didn’t even recognize her own voice. It was so deep, so husky and raspy.
Mack pulled his lips away and looked into her eyes. They were filled with all of the love and affection that she was feeling. “I’ll be careful with you, sweet girl.”
Kara grinned as she cupped his cheeks in her hands. “Not too careful.”
She gave him a soft closed-mouth kiss and then turned around in his embrace. His dick was pressing against her lower back as she frantically tried to unbuckle her jeans as fast as she could. Mack wrapped his left arm around her and grabbed her breast as she got her jeans open and wiggled out of them, pulling her underwear down as well.
She was completely naked in the pickup truck as she kicked her feet out of her jeans. Their difference in skin color was striking and she noticed it as she looked down at his thick hairy forearm pressed against her breast. He had dark tanned skin, no doubt from his days spent outside on his Montana ranch, and her skin was as white as porcelain. They couldn’t have been more different, but somehow they fit perfectly together.
His right hand slowly slid down her stomach and her legs parted for him as if they had a mind of their own. She gasped as his hand cupped her wet pussy. He was so hard, and she was so soft, but every touch, every rub, every gliding of his fingers between her folds was so gentle and sweet. He traced her tight hole with his fingertip and her mouth flew open, but no sound came out.
She looked down and saw her juices coating his fingers. She was certain that she’d never been so wet in all of her life.
“I want you too much, Kara.” His deep voice sounded pained in her ear. Like it hurt him how much he wanted her.
She turned her head up and looked into his eyes. “I’m yours,” she whispered. “Take me.”
He swallowed hard as she turned in his embrace and reached for his belt. She could see his chest no longer moving up and down as she unbuckled it and grabbed the zipper. He lifted his hips and she yanked his pants and underwear down, jerking her head back in shock when his enormous cock sprung free.
Her pussy ached, wanting to feel every inch of it.
“I don’t think you understand,” he said in a raspy voice. His face was twisted up in agony as she slid her palms up his muscular thighs. She continued higher, running her palm along his length until he pressed his head back against the headrest and grunted.
“Once I take you, I’ll never let you go. Ever.”
Kara stared into his eyes as she released his dick and climbed back up on him, straddling him.
“Then what are you waiting for?” she asked as she stared at him with a challenging look in her eyes. “Take me.”
Mack’s lips curled up in a smile as he reached down and grabbed ahold of his thick shaft. He pressed it right up against Kara’s tight opening and gently nudged the tip inside.
“Oh, fuck,” he moaned with a wince. “You’re so fucking tight.”
Kara had waited so long for this, but she was done waiting. She pushed her hips down, slowly taking him in.
Chapter Eight
Mack
Mack was gripping his sweet girl’s hips, wondering how the hell a rotten bastard like him could get so damn lucky.
Kara was perfect. Her perky tits were taunting him at his eye level and her porcelain skin was making her look otherworldly—like an angel who had come down just to bless his life with a little bit of happiness.
She was so tight and he could barely breathe as she slowly, agonizingly slid her perfect hips down on his hard cock.
I’m her first.
He swelled up with pride knowing that he was the only one to see her like this, the only one to touch this pure virgin skin.
He had warned her about what was to come and she didn’t even flinch. There was no hesitation, no stopping to even consider it. She knew that she would be his after this and she didn’t even back down.
His cock pulsed as her virgin pussy swallowed his thick tip. His sweet girl’s face was twisted up as she slowly took him in, but he knew that after this first time, her pussy would lose some of that death grip it was squeezing him with and he would be able to take her easily whenever he had the urge.
Kara was breathing heavily with her hands on his shoulders as his cock pressed up against the
firmness of her hymen. He gave her hips a little squeeze to distract her and then popped through her cherry, moaning as he finished thrusting all the way inside.
“Oh, Mack,” she moaned as she rocked her hips, rubbing her swollen clit on his hard pelvis. “Oh, Mack, you’re so big.”
He just held her close as he let her pussy adjust to his thickness and size. It was squeezing him with a tight and silky warmth, and Mack couldn’t help but feel like this was a little slice of heaven.
This girl was made for me. There was no doubt now that she was his mate. No doubt that his lion would pick her.
“We’re going to go easy,” he said softly as he grabbed her hips and began to ease her back up his cock.
She held her breath and tensed up, but after sliding a few inches, Kara exhaled and relaxed. After a few strokes, she was completely into it, rocking her hips and meeting him with every thrust.
Mack was loving every second of this, but what he really wanted was to come deep inside her to plant his seed in her virgin womb. Seeing her pregnant with his cub would be the sexiest thing imaginable. He touched her flat stomach, picturing it round with his child as she slid up and down his shaft.
Her virgin juices were coating his dick, dripping down all over them and making the inside of her thighs sticky and wet.
Mack knew he was no good, but for her, he would try. He would always be there for her, always trying to make her life a little better. She would be safe under his protection, and he was thrilled that he was the one who got to protect this sweet girl, this porcelain angel.
Kara’s back arched and her moans began to get a little deeper, a little faster as she dropped her head back and squeezed her eyes closed.
She was close to coming and Mack was right there behind her. He reached down and rubbed his thumb on her engorged clit and she screamed out as her orgasm slammed into her.
Her pussy clenched around him hard as a rush of warm juices ran down his shaft. Mack wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly as he thrust all the way inside her, emptying every last drop of his seed into her pussy. It was only then that something settled inside his chest as he released his hard grip on her.
Kara was panting as she dropped her head on his shoulder, trying to catch her breath.
He moaned as she pressed her soft plump lips against his neck, and then began kissing a trail up over his jaw towards his mouth. She tasted so damn sweet.
She pulled away with a moan, and something gripped Mack suddenly, yanking at his core. His eyes flew open in shock as the sudden force wrenched his insides and tugged at his soul.
Darkness began filling his vision, clouding out everything in black except for the sweet beautiful girl in front of him.
She looked more beautiful than ever with her blushing cheeks and worried eyes.
“Mack? Mack? Are you okay?”
Then it must have hit her too because the worrying in her eyes was gone, replaced by a deep understanding that she was now his and he was now hers.
His lion was bonding to her. Their souls were melding together, their futures entwining, their essences uniting.
It was over too soon, and when it was they just stared at each other in awe as they took deep heavenly breaths.
“Does that mean?” she asked as she gently caressed his cheek with her hand. “That I’m your mate?”
Mack nodded slowly. That’s what it meant.
It also meant all his dreams had just come true.
The clunky bell over the door rang as Mack walked into the gas station.
“Hey,” the male cashier with the big teeth said with a wary nod.
Mack nodded to him and then walked into the back of the store to get Kara something sweet. He had just filled up the gas tank and would have asked her what she wanted, but she was sound asleep in the truck, leaning on the door. He couldn’t bear to wake her. It was the middle of the night and she was exhausted after her long day.
What does she like?
He wondered as he stared at the candy and chocolate bars. Mack felt like he knew her completely, on a level that humans usually couldn’t reach, but he still had all of the little stuff to learn—her favorite snack, what kind of music she liked, what her favorite season was, stuff like that. He knew one thing, though, he was going to enjoy learning every last thing about her.
Guilt and shame raged through him when he spotted a Bounty chocolate bar. You left your crew. You disrespected your best friend. You nearly fought your alpha. You’re a shitty person and you don’t deserve her. You let down Bryce, Grant, and you’ll let her down too.
Mack took a deep breath as the self-loathing thoughts filled him from the tips of his toes to the ends of fingers. They were ruthless and stronger than ever after what he had done to his crew.
None of them deserved that. To be growled at and threatened and then cast aside like they had meant nothing to him.
He had just lost control of everything. Kara had made him crazy. Tilted him on edge. Took over his mind.
The need to have her and to protect her was just so overpowering and he couldn’t make sense of anything else. Hopefully, now that he had bonded to her and she was his mate, it would take the edge off. Maybe now he could calm down and try to repair the relationships he was worried he might have forever fractured.
Once Mack rescued Kara’s family, he would return to Montana and try to make amends. The truth was he wanted to remain in his crew. He loved them, but as usual, he had taken things too far.
He loaded up on chips, candy, and chocolate bars, and headed to the cash to pay for them along with his gas. He took a peek over the cashier’s shoulder at the black pickup truck that was parked where he had left it. He had made sure the doors were locked so no one could steal the sleeping beauty inside.
“My favorite!” the guy said with a happy grin as he picked up the Bounty bar and ran it past the sensor. “Bounty has never gotten enough credit in my opinion. Are you a Bounty kind of man?”
Mack frowned as he looked at him. “I was.”
Movement caught his eye outside and he jerked his eyes up in time to see a black Humvee pulling into the parking lot. The windows were tinted and rap music was blaring so loud that Mack could feel it vibrating in his chest.
His heart started beating a little harder as they pulled up to the pumps on the opposite side of his truck. The military facility was close by and Mack didn’t want anyone from that facility this close to his girl.
“That’s fifty-three bucks with the gas,” the guy said as he looked at Mack.
Mack stared at the truck, ignoring him as the two back doors opened.
Irish and Caelum stepped out.
Mack’s eyes narrowed on them as a sudden pounding made its way to his ears. His pulse spiked and his heart was thumping in his chest as he watched them close the doors and approach.
“Uh, fifty-three dollars,” the cashier repeated, but Mack wasn’t listening. A violent rage was building inside him as he stared at the wolf shifter and skin shifter who were laughing and joking as they walked toward him—as they were walking toward their deaths.
Caelum was the skin shifter who made him kill Bryce, and now here he was, a mouse presenting himself to the cat on a silver platter.
The music from the Humvee was loud and he couldn’t hear what they were saying. Caelum said something and they both started laughing.
That just pissed Mack off even more.
Bryce was dead and they were laughing?
He was going to make sure they never laughed again.
“Uh, sir,” the cashier said in a shaky voice. “Is everything okay?”
Mack left the shit on the counter and faced the door. His heated eyes were locked on the skin shifter through the window as they came, oblivious to the danger they were in.
He slapped one shoulder, waking his lion up. The apex predator growled inside. He slapped his other shoulder and then the other again, over and over, alternating between the two. His inner lion hated when he did
that, and the lion began pacing within, snarling viciously as Mack hit his shoulders harder and harder.
Come on, you pussy. Get mad!
He whacked his shoulders harder and harder like drums of war before a deadly battle until his lion was in a frenzy, savagely slashing and snarling and desperate to get out.
His lion let out a rage-filled roar at him as Mack held him back.
You can have the wolf when I’m done with the skin shifter. Caelum is mine to kill.
The lion snarled and gnashed his teeth. Mack could feel the murderous hate emanating off him, and he used it to feed his own bloodthirsty rage.
They reached the door and Irish put his hand on the handle as Mack fumed like a bomb the second before it ignites.
“Yeah, right,” Caelum said as Irish swung the door open. They were completely oblivious as they walked in, continuing their stupid argument while the rap music blared in the background.
“Family Guy doesn’t hold a candle in the wind to The Simpsons,” Irish argued. He had orange hair and an Irish flag tattooed on his neck. “Thirty seasons. It’s going on four decades, man. You know how many generations it’s—”
Their faces both dropped when they saw him standing there like the Grim Reaper about to take their souls.
Mack leapt forward and grabbed Irish’s head. He slammed his skull down on the stainless steel counter with all of his might. His limp body dropped to the floor and Mack spotted a deep bloody dent in the metal counter before he turned and locked eyes with Caelum.
The skin shifter reared back in shock, his eyes widening as his friend’s limp arms fell, splayed out on the floor.
Mack rushed forward, tackling Caelum into the racks of chips.
“No!” the cashier shouted. “My store!”
They tumbled to the ground in a mess of metal and popped chip bags, and Mack used his greater strength to wrestle his way on top of him. He squeezed his hand into a fist and brought it down on the skin shifter’s cheek, slamming punch after punch into it like falling cinderblocks.
