When An Alpha Purrs(17)

"Do I distract you, mouse?" The warm words tickled the nape he'd exposed.

She shivered. His lips pressed against the skin, a tender erogenous zone  that shot warmth into her body. "You are supposed to be sleeping," she  protested.

"Just getting comfortable," he purred, the sound vibrating on her skin.

Comfortable? How could anyone claim comfort with something hard poking  at her backside? How could she hope to sleep with a delightfully heavy  arm cradling her, holding her close? How could she think to relax with  the heat of his body wakening all her nerve endings, and his warm breath  teasing, and his scent …

Screw this.

She made a noise as she squirmed to turn around.

"What is it?"

"Oh, shut up." This time, she was the one to silence him. She kissed  him. Kissed him knowing full well what would happen next. And it was his  own fault.

Stupid, sexy hunk of a man.

Kira wasn't dead. Or blind. Or incapable of desiring. A part of her  fully understood she barely knew the guy and that things were completely  messed up in her life. But, dammit, a girl could only take so much.

Or she could take it all. Take what Arik kept teasing her with.

He didn't protest as her mouth nibbled at his. He didn't push her away  when her hands explored the breadth of his shoulder or the brawny length  of his arm. He complied completely when she pushed him onto his back  and she slid atop him, body to body, her legs parted to allow the  stiffness of his shaft to stand straight. His rigid length rubbed  against the moist crotch of her panties, a tease that had her clenching  muscles.

"What happened to napping?" he murmured as her lips left his to explore the stubbled edge of his jaw.

"I need something to relax me."

"Are you using me?" he asked in mock indignation.

"Totally." Kira wasn't some wilting flower when it came to her sex life.  She didn't always need a man to seduce her. And what was more delicious  than seducing a man of such power like Arik?

"Oh, mouse, you are unique." He breathed the words against her lips, having drawn her face back to his.

In one swift motion, he rolled them, placing her beneath him, the tip of his shaft pressing against her still-covered sex.

Her breath caught, and yet her heart raced. He braced himself on his  forearms and let his mouth travel. Down from her lips to the smooth skin  of her neck. Nibble. Lick. He stopped at her pulse, which surely  throbbed, and he sucked. Each tug of his mouth sent a jolt to her sex.

How it heated her entire body. The moisture of her arousal made her slick, her panties so wet.

He left the spot he'd marked and moved lower, his jaw brushing over the  swell of her breasts, dragging at the soft material of the T-shirt.

She hated the fabric that separated them. Wished it would disappear.  Then didn't think at all as his mouth caught the erect nipple protruding  through the cotton.

Hot. So hot, and pleasurable. My god.

The material soon became soaked as he sucked at the tip of her breast, managing to tease the nub and heighten her arousal.

She cried out when he abandoned this erogenous zone but then gasped in anticipation as his destination became clear.

Down. Down. Down her body he traveled, his touch blazing a trail down to  the edge of the T-shirt, which had ridden up to her waist during their  antics.                       
       
           



       

He placed a soft kiss on the round swell of her belly. But didn't linger.

Down some more he moved, even as her breath grew ragged and her fingers clutched at the sheets.

He reached the edge of her panties and caught at the elastic hem. He  tugged it with his teeth, dragging it down over one side of her hip. She  couldn't help but glance down as he did it and could have swooned at  the image he presented.

Crouched over her, his eyes smoldering with lust-for me-his teeth gripped the fabric of her panties.

He held her gaze and yanked some more at the fabric. She sighed. So hot.

So in the way.

Or so she thought.

With a savage yank and a growl, that was utterly too sexy, Arik tore the  panties. Turned them into a useless scrap that no longer impeded his  access to her.

Which suited her just fine.

He hovered between her thighs, his hot, panting breath fluttering  against her exposed sex. She quivered. She couldn't help it. She also  squirmed, her hips trying to invite him to get closer.

He did. His lips brushed at her nether lips, rubbing against them.

She jerked, her lower body bucking, bringing those lips in sharper contact.

A rumbling laugh shook him. "You are delightfully impatient."

Try delightfully aroused and in no mood to wait.

Thankfully, neither was he. The tip of tongue lapped at her sex. Then again. Each stroke grew bolder, longer, more satisfying.

He parted her sensitive lips and tongued her, teasing flesh. It was  wonderful. It heightened her desire. It … paled in comparison when his  tongue found her swollen clitoris.

Forget lying still and basking. The electric pleasure when he flicked  his tongue against her had her bucking off the bed. He pinned her down, a  heavy forearm across her hips all he needed to make her a prisoner to  his decadent oral ways.

She cried out, the sounds breathy, incoherent, but encouraging because  he didn't relent. On the contrary, he seemed determined to drive her  insane with bliss.

He drew her close to the edge. She hovered on the brink.

He stopped.

She whimpered. "No. No. Don't stop."

"I'm not. However, this time, I intend to feel you when you come," was his gruff response.

Feel it how?

Oh. Oh. The fat head of his shaft found the entrance to her sex. It  pushed, thick and slick with her juices. Her thighs opened wide to  accommodate his body. He slid in with decadent slowness, drawing out the  pleasure of him stretching her channel, filling her completely.

He sank to the hilt and stopped, the rigid length of him pulsing within her. Her sex pulsed in reply, fisting him tight.

He groaned, and she opened heavy eyelids to see him poised above her,  his head thrown back, the cords of his neck taut. Because he held his  body braced above her, she could peer down and see where their bodies  joined. Flesh to flesh.

A sound escaped him, a guttural expression of need and impatience. She  peered at his face to find him staring at her. Eyes glowed a molten gold  and, in a trick of light, or because of the passion glazing her sight,  appeared less than human.

But utterly captivating.

Their gazes remained locked as he began to move, a slow, steady cadence  that brought him deep, so deep, then withdrew until only the tip of him  touched. Then slam, back in with a quick thrust that made her gasp.  Shudder. Squeeze.

Again, and again, he did this to her. Slow retreat. Fast thrust. Pure pleasure.

With a scream, she climaxed. She gripped his shoulders tight as she did,  nails digging into his skin. But he didn't seem to care as he pistoned  her shuddering flesh. His head dipped until his lips rested against the  hollow at her throat. He sucked at the skin as his body pumped, drawing  out her ecstasy, wringing a second orgasm from her that had her  screaming mouth wide open, and yet not a sound emerged.

When he came, it was sudden. His body tensed and thrust deeply, one last  time. Mouth open wide over the fleshy part of her shoulder, his teeth  pinched the flesh, hard enough she would have yelled if she had breath.

But the pain was fleeting, the pleasure overwhelming, and the sated stupor that came after too relaxing to fight.

This feels right.

She didn't even protest when he rolled them so that, once again, she lay  spooned against his body. Nor did she move away when he nuzzled her  hair and softly whispered, "Mine."





Chapter Fifteen


Arik woke before Kira did and took the moment to study her.

In repose, all the lines of worry eased. She didn't bear the tension of  fear, the crease of confusion, or the taut lips of contrariness. For the  moment, she appeared at peace and, given the slight curl at the corner  of her mouth, content. Because I pleasured her.

And he'd pleasure her again. Often.

It was his intention to ensure she wore this look all the time. Well,  maybe not always. He did so enjoy it when her fiery nature took over.  How attractive she was when she went on the attack, her eyes snapping,  her posture aggressive, and her chin tilted stubbornly.                       
       
           



       

Absolutely gorgeous. But most beautiful of all was her passion. The way  she'd seduced him only hours before had proven beyond glorious.

They would do well together. Better than well. Even though she lacked a  felidaethropy gene, she held great strength. It would serve her well in  his pride. As alpha, he needed a mate who could hold her own.

However, just in case she needed more than words to defend herself, he  should probably arm her as well. A sharp tongue could use a sharp knife  just in case the claws came out.