A Kitty in the Lion's Den(42)

“What are you waiting for, Maverick?” She shouldn’t tempt him, shouldn’t tease his beast, but God, it was so arousing to do it. Kettah couldn’t drag her eyes from the sight of him standing there like a dangerous, menacing lion. The wilderness that surrounded him coated her skin like a thick blanket, and she knew no amount of time would ever erase the fact this male was more animal than human. He moved between her opened legs, placed the tip of his cock at her pussy, and slowly entered her. He never just thrust inside, but gave her body time to adjust to his length and girth, and went torturously slow. Deep, strangled sounds left him, and the flash of his lion right there at the surface was strong enough that it sucked the air right from her lungs. When he was fully encased in her body he leaned back on his haunches, took a tight hold on her inner thighs, and started fucking her with steady, paced thrusts. Sweat started to cover their bodies the faster he pumped into her. For several long moments he tortured her, but she wanted it harder and faster.

“Christ, baby.” He closed his eyes and got lost in the movement, and she got lost in the sight of his body hardened and tightening. His muscles stood out in stark contrast, so very defined and male. “You’re going to come for me, baby, all over my fucking cock.” He took his other hand and grabbed one of her bouncing breasts. He tweaked the nipple, pulled the tip taut so a sting of pain speared right to the point of contact. Moving his hand away from her breasts, he smacked the still tender flesh over and over again. He alternated between her breasts, bringing stinging, delicious pain to the tissue until another orgasm claimed her. Back arched, chest thrust out, and every part of her straining, she gave in to her pleasure a second time.

“I could fuck you all night, baby. All fucking night.” She forced her eyes open, and watched in feminine appreciation as his own pleasure tore through him, making his muscles clench and a low, very lion-like roar leave him. His cock throbbed inside of her, and she felt every single powerful jet of his cum filling her. That sensation set off small tremors in her body, and the inner muscles of her pussy clenched on their own, milking him until there was nothing left to take. He collapsed on top of her, but before he crushed her with his much larger body, he rolled and took her with him. She was pressed to his damp side, and the scent of his clean sweat, and the spicy aroma that was all Maverick filled her nose. A content sigh left her, but it was when her lion turned to face her, pushed the damp hair off her neck, and buried his nose at the crook of her throat that she let the happiness and pleasure of being mated to this male consume her. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulled him closer, and let out a low purr when he started lapping at the healed wound he had first given her. It was his mark, his ownership brand, and let every other shifter know that they were mates.

“I love you, Maverick.”

He licked his mark long and slow several more times, acting just like the big cat he housed inside of him. His purr was low and loud, mixing with hers, but far more masculine and wild. He lifted his head and stared into her eyes. The blackness of his irises flashed to gold as his animal now watched her. They were one and the same, but they were also two separate entities.

“And I love you, Kettah, so fucking much, and there isn’t anything in this world that is going to take you away from me, not ever.” He buried his face in the crook of her neck again and growled out, “And I’m more than willing to snap necks to make that point known.” His words were dark and cold, but she couldn’t help but smile and hold him tighter. For as caring and gentle as he could be only with her, he was also her fierce protector, her lion and the male she loved. Through a world of pain, degradation, and murder, Kettah had finally found the one light at the end of that dark tunnel. The source of the end of that light may be riddled with scars and have a tough exterior, but it was loving and warm, and showed her that through the thickness of shadows a new world can be born. Maverick Storm was that source, and she was thankful every day that she had made that decision to leave her father’s house. Sometimes the things that are most frightening turn out to be that one thing a person is searching for the most.



The End