Page 55 of The Purrfect Rival

He groaned into her pussy and she let go. Her body tensed and then a shockwave of pleasure spread through her. She sucked in a breath and let it out slowly. Rust was still licking her inner thigh, biting and growling into her flesh.

She was still shaking and gasping for air when he carried her to her bed. Placing her at the center of the mattress, he shrugged out of his clothes and she welcomed him with open thighs. He caged her with his body, the head of his cock pressing at her entrance and his gaze on her face.

“I can’t promise this will be soft and sweet,” he growled, his voice rough. “But I can promise you’re going to come again, love.”

She locked her knees behind his hips and pushed him into her with the balls of her feet. They both groaned as he pressed into her, stretching and filling her with his hardness.

“So good, Rust,” she moaned.

He pulled back and thrust deep, making her whimper. There was no slow. He’d told her that. He drove deep and pulled back, his cock burning her with how hot he felt inside her. With every thrust and retreat, she choked, trying to catch her breath. Every time she thought he’d slow down, he went faster. Harder. Deeper.

His body was sliding and gliding over hers as they were both coated in sweat. In. Out. Deep. Rough.

“Wow,” he grunted and drove deep.

She licked her dry lips and moaned again. There was nothing for her to do but widen her legs and let him own her. She loved the feel of him inside her. The way he squeezed her hips, scratching her with how hard her held her.

Another growl sounded from him and she whimpered at the way her pussy fluttered around his cock. She was so close. Her body tensed and then he thrust hard enough to make her scream.

Her body shuddered. Her orgasm tore through her like a tsunami. She clawed at his shoulders, clinging to him and calling for him. He thrust once. Twice. And tensed, his cock seeming to grow inside her. Then he was pulsing and filling her with his cum.

A loud groan sounded from him as he jerked into her. They both panted, breathless and overheated. He held her, keeping himself inside her and flipped them over for her to lie on top of him, her legs to either side of his hips.

“My little fox,” he murmured, kissing her sweaty forehead and pushing her hair away from her face. “You’re perfect. Absolutely, perfect.”

She gulped and sighed. “We can debate who the real perfect one here is, but I think I’m too relaxed to argue.” She kissed his neck and closed her eyes. “Thank you.”

“No, sweetheart. Thank you.”

She licked her lips. “The pleasure was all mine.”

He kissed her again. “Mine too.”

FIFTY-ONE

Sunlight filtered through the single window of her apartment, painting warm golden streaks across the worn wooden floor. Kalyna suddenly blinked awake, her body heavy with lingering exhaustion from yesterday’s events. Her muscles ached pleasantly, reminding her of activities far more enjoyable than magical battles.

The quiet space smelled of cedar, spice, and distinctive herbs Elder Willow had prescribed for magical recovery. But one scent overpowered the rest—Rust’s unique aroma permeated the space even in his sleep. His arm draped possessively across her waist, radiating that distinctive lion heat that made her want to burrow deeper against him.

When she shifted to face him, his arm tightened instinctively around her. His eyes remained closed, but a low rumble vibrated through his chest.

“My territory now,” he murmured, voice husky with sleep.

The casual claim sent a thrill racing through Kalyna’s fox spirit. She couldn’t prevent the slight dilation of her pupils or the quickening of her pulse. Not an ally, not a friend, not even simply a lover—a mate.

“Bold lion,” she whispered, leaning forward to nip playfully at his jaw—the traditional fox greeting between bonded pairs.

His responding purr deepened as his golden-brown eyes finally opened, focusing on her with predatory intensity. The corner of his mouth quirked upward as his fingertips traced the mark he’d left at the junction of her neck and shoulder. The faint imprint of teeth—not hard enough to break skin but definitely firm enough to leave a visible claim—tingled under his touch, a reminder of last night’s passion.

“Sleep well?” he asked, voice rough with lingering sleep.

“Better than I have in decades.” She stretched against him, relishing the slide of skin against skin. “Though I’m not sure ‘sleep’ was the primary activity.”

His eyes darkened at her teasing, hand sliding down to her hip with possessive intent. “Are you complaining, fox?”

“Observing, lion.” She pressed a quick kiss to his lips before reluctantly sliding from his embrace. “And as much as I’d love to continue our... observations, we have a council alliance meeting in an hour.”

The flash of disappointment in his eyes mirrored her own. Responsibility before pleasure—a lesson both fox and lion clans drilled into their young. Still, she caught him watching as she gathered fresh clothes, his gaze tracking her movements with unmistakable appreciation.

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