Deliciously Mated(34)

He cradled her face. “Let me pull out of you so I can see how bad it is.”

A drowsy smile curved her lips. “Bad? It’s not bad. I needed you inside me. Now you’re there. Don’t go.”

The muscles of her pussy contracted around him and his head fell back in ecstasy. She moved painfully slow, riding him like every tiny movement was more pleasure than she could take. This was like nothing else. He’d never made love like this, crazed one minute, heart-wrenching the next. His mind was utterly blown.

His wild little female. What was she doing to him?

And would he survive it?

***

Clara was all feeling. No thinking. The thinking was over. She’d made her decision and nothing she’d ever done had felt righter.

Right now, there was just this connection with her cat and the strangling mix of feelings it brought.

The bond. This was the bond Eagan talked about.

And it. Was. Everything.

His hands on her breasts, squeezing and caressing urged her on, and she rode him faster.

Staring down at him, she saw his eyes change, lit up in an unearthly way.

His jaguar.

On her next push, he thrust upward to meet her, his desperate fingers digging into the flesh of her hips.

Suddenly, her world flipped upside down and she found herself pinned beneath Eagan’s powerful body. He dove for her mouth, lips moving passionately against her.

“I’m going to fill you up, and when I do, it will imprint you with my scent. Any shifter you meet will know you’re mine.”

His. God yes, to be his.

But…

“How will they know you’re mine?”

Eagan slowed his thrusting to stare into her eyes. Dark brows slashed as he said, “They will see it in the way I look at you. The way I can’t keep my hands off you. They’ll know because I’m about to do something only one other cat has done.”

“What’s that?”

He drew back and pushed in once more, as if to remind her he was there.

“Happily—and I mean, ecstatically—forsake all others for my female. That’s your mark, Clara,” he said, dropping his face to nuzzle her neck. “You’re branded on my heart, never to fade.”

“Perfect,” she murmured, determined not to cry at his beautiful words. Later she’d write them down in her journal so she’d never forget.

He moved again, grinding against her body until they were both breathless and strung to the point of breaking.

“Come on me, mate,” he grunted. “Let me feel you.”

It was all the encouragement she needed as she shattered to pieces under him.

“Fuuuuck.” His roar split the room.

Eagan tucked his hand under her shoulder, holding her in place for his final thrusts. His hard length twitched as he filled her, and she went numb from the pleasure.

A sharp pain at her back had her crying out, but he kissed it away as he continued grinding against her sensitive flesh.

His claws. The mark.

Happiness filled her until it leaked from her eyes as tears.

“My Clara,” Eagan murmured against her breast. “My little woman. My sweet, sweet mate.”

“My cat-man,” she breathed, wrapping her arms around his head and hugging it tight.

Eventually their breathing settled, and Eagan slid carefully from her body. He rolled to the side, pulling her against his solid chest.

So right. So good.

“We…” He took several deep breaths before finishing. “We are functional as fuck.”

Clara laughed, and he gingerly kissed the mark on her shoulder.

“We are,” she agreed.





Chapter Fifteen



Eagan loaded the five gallon jugs of his famous hot chocolate onto the truck. Five of them ought to do it for the night. Next in was the giant trays filled with caramel apples and the bags of marshmallows.

It was Halloween. Three weeks had passed since Magic laid down his ultimatum. Three weeks since Eagan gave that thing the middle finger and claimed Clara.

Some of the cats were wary of his mating, he knew. But most had welcomed Clara into their clan with open arms when he’d made his intentions clear.

Eagan pulled the door closed on the truck and gave Bailey a wave. “Ready to go,” he yelled.

She shot him a salute, and pulled out of the loading zone, heading toward the dirt road into the woods. The bonfire tonight would be the biggest and best of the season. All of his clan would be there and locals from Weston.

Except maybe not Magic.

He’d stayed clear of the big guy. It was the stipulation for them staying. Clara could work with Renner’s crew preparing the haunted forest props as long as they both avoided Magic. Eagan felt bad about calling him out on his shit, if he was honest. But it was necessary. He had to get him thinking of the future. Thinking of his clan, and not crippled by fear. He wanted his leader to be happy. Maybe that disaster in his office was the seed that would grow the happy tree. A little pain before the gain.