One Insatiable(7)

Lowering her to her feet, I notice her legs wobble. A cute little smile is on her lips, and it fans my hunger. I’m far from done here.

“Turn around.” My voice is a low command, and she complies, dropping to her hands and knees on the soft grass. Her heart-shaped ass tilts up at me in the moonlight in an eager invitation.

“Fuck me,” I whisper again, kneeling behind her.

The pink folds of her * face me in the silvery light. They’re clenched together by her thighs, and I can’t help my instinctual urge to scent her.

I lean forward and press my nose right into that soft little mouth. A moan comes from her throat, and I begin to lick, tasting her unique flavor. She’s moaning louder as I taste deeper, sending my tongue into every part of her sex before returning to tease her clit.

Human or shifter, all women want the same thing. I spread her cheeks apart, exploring her roughly, nipping and sucking as her moans intensify and her hips rock against me. I keep going, not letting up until her thighs again erupt into shudders, and her shoulders drop with a long wail.

Grinning, I rise up and send my cock straight into her. She’s swollen and throbbing, and I can tell I’m scratching an itch for her as well. She immediately responds by pumping her hips back against me, jerking her ass up and down on my dick.

“Fuck, yeah,” I growl, giving her sweet behind a hard slap. She jumps and moves faster, and I’m meeting her thrust for thrust. A few more slaps, a few more twerks, and sparks start to shoot behind my closed eyes. My balls tighten, and my head drops back as the orgasm rips through my pelvis.

“Oh, f*ck!” It’s a ragged shout, and I grip her hips to keep my balance. “Mercy, Mercy me…”

I’m holding her, savoring the pulses of pleasure as she lifts up, arching her back against my chest. I can feel by the spasms around my shaft she came again, and I slide my palms up her flat stomach to cup her breasts. They’re perfect handfuls. Dropping my face to her shoulder, I kiss the crook of her neck.

“Thank you,” I whisper against her skin.

Her body ripples with a laugh, and her voice is a sigh. “Why are you thanking me?”

“You are a beautiful, sexy lynx. You’re strong, and you probably have shifter alphas eating from your hand. Thank you for giving me a piece of your time.”

Her palms cover my hands on her breasts, and she gives them a squeeze as her head rolls against my shoulder. “You don’t know anything about me, Koa.”

“I know a little. I tasted your blood.”

“Mm, yes.” She kisses my cheek. “Then you know you were exactly what I needed tonight. Something I’ve needed for a long time.” A deep inhale and she starts to move away. “So you see? I should be thanking you.”

I love the naughty gleam in her crystal eyes. She stands and walks toward the tree line, and I watch her slim body moving away from me. Her beautiful dark hair skims the top of her ass, and an empty feeling passes through my stomach.

“Wait,” I say, standing.

She pauses and looks over her shoulder. I take a few steps toward her, unsure what I’m doing. It’s been so long since I’ve pursued a female, I feel stupidly out of practice.

“Spend the night with me. We can go our separate ways in the morning.”

It’s a blunt proposal, and her chin drops as she seems to consider what I’ve said. I’m about to take it back, try to polish my delivery and say it in better way, when a beautiful smile curls the side of her soft cheek. She steps to me, lifting her hand and running a finger along the line of my bicep.

Her next words fill me with warmth. “I can’t think of anything I’d rather do more.”





Staying





Mercy


I’m in my bed when I open my eyes again. My body is tender from last night’s encounter… or encounters. Multiple encounters. Pausing for a moment, I slide down in my plush king-sized bed, grinning as my thoughts travel over how I spent the last eight hours.

It’s not unusual for shifters to have casual hook-ups. Sexual relations are how shifters find their mates; although, it takes time, more than one meeting, and it’s usually shifters of the same species.

Still, as I lie here, the satin coverlet touching my lips, just below my nose, I can’t help remembering Koa, the gorgeous black panther. His body is a mountain of hard muscle, and his huge hands gripping my ass, moving me up and down his cock… Oh, god, that cock!

A little shiver, and I can’t stop a blissed-out giggle. I’ve been with human males a few times. I’ve even slept with a coyote of a separate shifter clan in a nearby town a few times. None of it prepared me for last night. Pleasure doesn’t even begin to describe it.

Everything about him was so… BIG. I couldn’t even spread my entire hands around his biceps. I had to hold on as best as I could while he explored every part of me in the most erotic way.

Again, my eyes squeeze shut, and I giggle. Oh man! He was incredible. With my eyes closed, I remember his face. Green eyes so intense — too intense. I had to look away from his penetrating gaze. Straight white teeth and luscious scruff of beard on his square jaw… so sexy.

I’ve never been with a big cat. His power is overwhelming, yet he’d been graceful and took his time with me… Except when he didn’t. The memory of him turning me around and roughly exploring me with his nose and tongue floods my brain. It was so primitive and animal.