A Kitty in the Lion's Den(25)

His abdomen was flat and ribbed with hard, pronounced muscle. Her legs were spread wide, forced to stay open as wide as they could go so his lean waist could fit perfectly between them. And then there was the appendage between his legs that looked like another limb. To say he was well endowed would have been an understatement, and her pussy clenched in desire and apprehension. Surely having something that long and thick inside of her would cause more pain than pleasure? But even thinking that Kettah wanted it, wanted to feel him stretching her to the point that she felt so full there was no more room for him. But then he would give her more, so much more.

“You see what you do to me, Kettah?” She snapped her eyes up to his. He was still very much an animal, and she could sense her own cat wanting out, wanting to rub all over him and take his scent into her lungs, but also rubbing hers on him so all other females knew he was hers.

“Yes.” Her chest rose and fell, and she desperately wanted the tight confines of her clothes gone. Before she could speak again, or even realize what was happening Maverick let out this low, deep sound that she swore vibrated the walls right before he sliced his claws through the side of her jeans and panties, precariously close to her flesh, and pulled the material away from her body. He mouth went dry at the fact she was completely bared from the waist down. Maverick stared at her pussy, which was parted for him like some kind of obscene flower.

“Take off the shirt and bra, Kettah, and make sure you do it nice and slow.” He slowly lifted his eyes from her pussy back to her face. His eyelids were so low that his irises looked like slivers of gold between them. She sat up enough to grip the hem of her shirt and pull it over her head. When he made a deep noise she slowed her actions, and he murmured how good she was, and how well she pleased him. With the shirt tossed to the side she reached behind her for the clasp of her bra. Once that was gone she felt the chill of the air, but his stare was hot enough that it kicked that slight cold right in the ass. He didn’t wait a second longer to look at what she bared for him, and reached out, cupped the mounds in his large hands, and pulled her nipples between his thumb and forefingers like he owned them. But she realized he did, and she was more than willing to have Maverick possess her.

He picked her up, moved swiftly toward the bed, and set her in the center of it. Before she could even shift he had his hands on her knees. She expected him to just thrust her legs open, but instead he held her stare with his own. “You’re mine, Kettah. You. Are. Mine.” Mouth parted, eyes wide, and endorphins pumping through her body like a freight train derailed, she nodded.

“Yes, Maverick, I am.” Those had to be the most dangerous words she had ever uttered. Her life was on the line with her father and leaving, but this moment right now blew everything else out of the water, as bizarre as that was. Her lion was claiming her, and she knew she’d have his mark on her body to prove it, and God, was Kettah ready for that. It wasn’t until this moment that she realized fighting her physical and chemical reaction to her mate was the worst idea she had ever contemplated. There was no going back, and trying to pretend that she had been strong enough to just leave when this was all said and done had been foolish. “I’m yours. I want that, so badly.” Holy hell did she want that.

“I’m going to claim you so fucking hard, kitten. So fucking hard.” And with those last words uttered he wrenched her thighs open, leaned in until she felt his warm, moist breath along her cleft, and started eating her pussy out like he owned the damn thing.





Chapter Ten



She tasted so fucking good that Maverick knew he would never get enough of her pussy. He used his thumbs to spread Kettah’s lips apart, and then he delved back in, dragging his tongue along the center of her soft, moist flesh. She trembled beneath him, squirmed a little, too, but he pressed his hand right on her belly, loved that her stomach wasn’t concave but had a nice roundness to it. And he started sucking on her clit with hard, forceful tugs of his lips and tongue. The little mewling sounds that came from her were very catlike, and told him that he was hitting just the right spot. But Maverick didn’t want soft noises coming from her. He wanted her screaming in orgasm, wanted her pulling at his hair and scratching his flesh. He wanted to fuck his mate, go primal and animalistic, and he wanted to do that now.

“I can’t take anymore. Please, please let me come.” He looked up the length of her body with only his eyes, and continued to lick and suck and her swollen clit. No way in fucking hell was he going to stop, and instead teased her opening with a finger, and pushed the digit slowly inside. An involuntary groan left him when she clenched around him.