Stolen and Forgiven (Branded Packs #1)(52)

Not in fear.

No, this was pure animal excitement.

“Mine,” he snarled, his nose pressed just below her ear as if to savor her scent.

She trembled, her cat growling in ready response.

Still, she clearly wasn’t about to give in without a fight.

“No,” she growled.

He traced his bite mark with lingering kisses before heading down her taut body.

Cora moaned, her fingers shoving into his hair.

“Deny it all you want,” he whispered, his teeth teasing the hard tip of her nipple, “but we both know that you belong to me.”

She arched her back in silent invitation, even as she denied his claim.

“I told you…I’m not ready.”

“Your body recognizes my touch,” he pointed out, his lips skimming over the tense muscles of her stomach. “As does your cat.”

“Arrogant dog,” she muttered.

He chuckled as he shoved himself off the bed, quickly ridding himself of his clothes with minimum fuss. She could call him whatever she wanted, but she couldn’t hide her pulsing desire.

The very air was spiced with the scent of her cat’s musk.

Rich, evocative, and tempting as hell.

His wolf strained at the leash to pounce on the female who’d haunted his dreams for more nights than he wanted to admit, but Soren took a moment to savor the sight of Cora stretched across the mattress.

His heart twisted. Gods above, she was exquisite.

Her satin curls spilled across the pillows, shimmering with hints of fire in the sunlight. Her features were delicate and her skin a perfect ivory. Her eyes glowed with emerald heat as her cat studied him with a blatant hunger.

Unlike the human part of her that remained wary.

His fault, of course.

He’d been young and arrogant and utterly selfish when he’d first met Cora. The last thing he’d expected was to be bewitched by the tiger princess. Which was why he hadn’t walked away when he realized that their relationship had gone beyond flirtatious games to something far more dangerous.

Now he knew it was going to take time and patience to earn her trust.

Until then, he fully intended to enjoy what she was willing to offer. Including her delectable body.

Balancing a knee on the edge of the bed, he bent down to kiss a path along the line of her collarbone, pausing to suck at her tender skin. He intended to leave his mark, as well as his scent on this female.

She gave a choked groan as he slowly explored downward over the curve of her breast and the heady perfume of her arousal filled his senses.

Cora reached toward his straining cock, giving a muttered curse when he grasped her wrists and pinned them over her head. There was no way in hell he could endure her touching him. Not when his desire pulsed through him with an edge of violence.

One stroke from her hands and he’d be spilling his seed over her belly.

Sucking the tip of her nipple between his lips, he feasted on her, savoring her tiny moans of pleasure as he used his tongue and teeth to stir her hunger.

“Let me go,” she pleaded softly, her body rubbing against him. “I need to touch you.”

His lips twitched. She was such a cat.

His wolf, however, was determined to remain in control.

Giving her a punishing nip, he lifted his head to study her with a smoldering gaze.

“Behave yourself, or I’ll tie you to the headboard.”

She bared her teeth, but when he slowly released his hold on her wrists, her touch was gentle as she reached out to run her fingers over his broad chest.

He allowed himself a second to savor her touch before he returned his attention to the soft satin of her skin, tracing a slow path down her body.

Outside, he could hear the distant sound of his brothers baying at the Pack Games, and the less familiar growl of a tiger passing by the cabin, but Soren’s attention was focused on the female beneath him.

The spicy taste of her skin. The rich musk of her scent. The soft purr that rumbled in her throat as he worked his way down the curve of her hip before spreading her legs.

His wolf gave a low snarl of anticipation as he crawled between her thighs, his hands sliding beneath her ass to tilt her to the perfect angle. Only then did he use his tongue to stroke through her moist heat.

“Soren.” Her fingers clenched in his hair as he tasted her sweet cream, dipping his tongue into her sweet little tunnel.

He smiled, stroking his way back to the top of her clit. His cat liked having her * licked. And he liked licking her.

She tasted like the finest honey.

Pure ambrosia.

Her hips instinctively moved against his mouth, her soft groans filling the air. Her climax was close. He wanted to taste it on his tongue.

Typically, Cora wasn’t going to lay back and allow him to be in control. She might be a princess, but she was anything but passive.

“No,” she breathed. “I need to feel you inside me.”

He turned his head to give her thigh a small nip. “I won’t last long,” he warned. “I’ve waited too long to have you.”

“I want to see you when I come,” she commanded.

“Yes,” he breathed.

She was right. There was something intensely intimate in holding a lover’s gaze as he thrust deeply inside. With a last, savoring lap of his tongue, Soren flowed upward, branding her mouth in a kiss of pure possession.