Page 52 of Puma's Pride

With no effort, I flip her over and shift her until she’s kneeling on the bed. Wrapping my hand around her damp hair, I tug her head back as I let my eyes roam over the sight before me. Her round ass is slightly pink from the shower. I want to see that ass glow red, so I swing my arm back and slam my palm against her right cheek and then the left. Her body bucks and arches as groans slide through her lips. I admire my palm print, but it’s not enough. I rear back and slap her ass again and again until it turns a lovely shade of red. Her essence sparkles as it drips down her legs. Her body shudders with each smack and I know she’s close to exploding. Without warning her, I line my dick up and slam home.

“Fuck. Jesus. Fucking Christ.” Alisa screams out as I use my hand in her hair and the other on her hip to keep her in place as I pound into her. The feel of her around me is heaven. The heat coming from her ass burns my skin, just like the heat of her channel scorches my dick. When her body clamps down on my cock, I bellow out her name as she screams out mine. We crash onto the bed in a heap of sweaty limbs and fuck me, I’ll never be the same.

“I’m sorry.” Alisa says, and I frown. Glancing into her face, I can’t see her eyes because she has them closed, but I see a smile tug at her lips.

“For what?” I ask, playing along.

“For mentioning Max. I don’t think I’d live through another punishment like that one.” She says, and I bark out a laugh.

“Fuck, woman. You’re something else.” I tell her, brushing my hand along her arm, down her waist, over hip hip and onto her thigh. She’s so soft, I just want to pet her forever.

“I didn’t expect you back so soon. I figured you’d be busy for the rest of the evening.”

I wait for her to ask about what we learned, but she doesn’t. I want to grin, because I know it’s killing her. “You’ve never seen Chill in action. And honestly, I never want you to.” I admit.

“That bloody?” She asks.

I chuckle. “She rarely draws blood. She doesn’t have to. Instead, she terrorizes them into talking.”

“Really?” she asks in surprise and I nod.

“She’s fucking terrifying. She’s scarier than Stephen King.”

“Damn. I can’t imagine…” She trails off and I know she’s trying to picture it.

“And I don’t want you to.” I tell her. “I like all my parts, but one set in particular.”

I watch as she realizes my meaning and we both chuckle.

“That would do it.”

I open my mouth to tell her what we learned when someone pounds on the door. Corinne’s frantic voice has me up and moving. Pulling on my jeans, I rip open the door. I hear Alisa scrambling behind me and wince. I should have waited, but the abject fear coming through the door was palpable.

I step into the hall to join Corinne and Trouble, giving Alisa privacy.

“What’s wrong?” I ask her.

“Mal, he’s missing. So is Elina. I went to check on him after my shower and he wasn’t in his room. Elina’s not in hers either. I checked everywhere, but I can’t find them.” I hear Alisa gasp as she joins us.

Trouble has his arms wrapped around Corinne, and I pull Alisa to me. I can see the panic building in their eyes.

“They’re in the clubhouse. Somewhere. We will find them.” I grab my kutte and put it on over my bare chest. Striding out into the common room, I shout to get everyone’s attention. Movement stops as everyone in the room looks at me.

“Has anyone seen Elina or Mal in the past hour?” I ask.

“They went down for their nap about ninety minutes ago.” Desdemona says. “I’m guessing you checked their rooms?”

“Corinne did.” I supply. “Has anyone else seen them?”

“I saw them go into the playroom a little over an hour ago.” Max offers. “Did you try there? I know they love the new tent. Or they could be in the castle.”

“I’ll check.” Showtime offers as she races down the hallway. I turn to watch her go in time to spot the look of horror on Corinne’s face. Alisa has the same expression. “What?”

They look at each other, and I see the tears drip down Corinne’s face. “Oh God, they must have heard us.”

“Heard what?” I ask, stifling my impatience.

“I was talking to Alisa and Desdemona about wanting to leave. About taking Mal and just disappearing. I felt guilty for exposing Mal to danger after the attack today.” Corinne says. She looks at me and then focuses on Trouble. “I’m sorry. I was just upset after what happened.”

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