Khan (Bowen Boys, #2)(18)

“Not a Black Panther, but a real one. The kind that walks on four paws. My entire family is. Including Caitlynne.” He watched her for signs of fear. But she looked…amused.

“Okay. And I suppose, oh, I don’t know, the president is a bat and his aide is a dragon. You’re insane if you believe that.”

“No. It’s true, and the president is a white Bengal, as is the aide. But I think he’s golden, not white.” He stood up and started unbuttoning his shirt. “Would you like to see him?”

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Monica was shaking her head even as he took off his shirt. When he had it off, she expected to see a tattoo or something like that on him, but that was not the case. He took off his belt and unsnapped his jeans. But she stopped him.

“Look, if you want me to believe this, I will. There’s no reason for you to do this.” She eyed him closely. “Are you your panther now?”

He laughed at her, and she felt foolish. “No. I think you’ll know when I shift when I’m him. And, Monica, please don’t scream or run. If you do, you’ll make him chase you, and he loves to run.”

She nodded. When he slipped off his pants, along with his boxers, she had a moment of sheer pleasure run though her body. He was beautiful. When he growled low, she looked up at his face.

“I’m going to show you my cat then, if you still want me, I’ll change to human again and make love to you. Is that all right with you?”

She nodded, not sure what else to do. “Good, because I can smell you, and I want nothing more than to come deep inside of you.”

And as suddenly as he was naked before her, he was gone. And in his place stood a humongous panther. She scrambled to the top of the bed to get away, and he leapt on the bed with her. She eyed the door and wondered if she could make it when he snarled at her.

“Nice panther. I just want to go and get some help. You stay right here and I’ll—” His big paw landed on her leg and she cried out. “Please don’t eat me.” She looked down at him when he moved closer. He didn’t let her go, but he did move a lot slower toward her. Just when she was going to scream, he licked her foot.

“Stop that. What are you doing? Seeing if I’m tender enough for you? Stop that right now.”

She thought he was laughing at her. And when he licked her again, she wiggled her toes. It wasn’t a bad feeling. His tongue was rough but soft and when he moved up her leg, she stretched out for him.

“Licking is fine, but no biting.” She watched him as his tongue lapped the wound on her leg. She nearly jerked away when she realized that it didn’t hurt.

“You fixed it.” She looked at him. “Can you understand me? What I’m saying to you?” He nodded. “I’m off my rocker here.” She looked around the room and saw the flowers. “Are those roses? Did you buy me roses?” He shook his head this time. “It’s really you, isn’t it? You’re really a panther and I’m in bed with you.” He nodded and licked her thigh. “Are you going to have sex with me like that?”

He didn’t move. And she thought maybe his eyes had darkened. Her body felt his gaze, felt everywhere he was touching her. When he lifted his paw off her leg, he moved it up to her belly and nuzzled at her shirt. Without thought to what he might want or to chew on, she lifted it up and exposed her ribs to him.

“I did that climbing out the window at the hotel. I know it was stupid, but you…the human you had made me mad. I don’t want you to treat me that way again.” His tongue rolled over her ribs and the scrapes and bruises. They no longer stung. “You’re healing me.”

When he’d licked the area, she nearly put her shirt back down, but he bumped his head against her breast. She wasn’t sure about this part, but unhooked her bra and exposed both breasts to him. He watched her as he flicked his tongue over her nipple, and she moaned. Then when he did the same to the other, she wrapped her fingers in his fur and lifted his head.

“You want me, then you do whatever it is to make you human. I’m on fire for you.” She was too. And she was wet as well. When he moved back down her body, he lowered his head to her * and inhaled deeply. She shifted on the bed and nearly came when he did it again.

He stood near the bed and became Khan again. His cock was the first thing she noticed because he was incredibly hard and straining from his groin. When she reached for him, he took a step back and took a deep breath.

“I’m going to bite you when we come. I’m going to mark you as mine. All right?”

Was he kidding? She didn’t care at this point if he tore her throat out so long as he was inside of her. She nodded.

He lifted her up and took her mouth. Her body was molded to his as he took them back to the bed; his mouth was voracious. His tongue, soft and smooth now, touched deep and tangled with hers over and over. His hands tore at her clothes and she at his flesh.

When he took her nipple into his mouth, she cried out, lifted herself up to him to give her all to him. When his cock was at her entrance, she moved and shifted until she felt his crown fill her. Moving again, she tried to take him all.

He tore his mouth from breast and looked down at her. “I know you’re not a virgin, but I’m large and I know this will hurt, but I can’t wait. I need to fill you.”

“Please. Please, take me.” He punched hard into her. She screamed out in pain and held him. When he didn’t move, she looked up at him.