Page 57 of Love the Way You Lion
“You may sit up,” she breathes huskily. “Donottake control.”
I suck in a breath. I’m not a bottom, but she’s hot as hell and something about this encounter screams it is an exercise in trust. Complying, I sit up and it changes the angle of our coupling and she lets out alow groan that would give a porn star a run for her money. It vibrates over my cock, and I wonder how long I will play this game. “Minx…,” I warn, letting her know I will play along until I can’t anymore.
My naughty mate leans her head back into my shoulder, her back hitting the painful scratches on my chest and lighting the fire again. She whispers in my ear, “You may move. Hands on my tits, bad boy. Make me come.”
Eyes flashing with the demon, I snarl and drop my lips to her mating scar to suckle as I thrust into her. My hands wander all over her frame, avoiding the scars I know she prefers untouched without having to look. Her moans and gasps spur me on and one hand slides down to pinch her nub lightly, causing a contraction inside of her that makes my eyes cross again.
I can feel the climax inside of her build again and when it reaches the apex, I sink my fangs into her scar and she screams an ascending scale of sound that puts every dead bint in this hellhole to shame. Her claws dig into my hips and her fangs are bared and glistening against her pink lips. I could watch the view from this spot for the rest of my life and never bloody tire of it.
When her body shivers, I roll my neck, cracking it to prepare for whatever she has planned next. She’s claimed victory this evening, and despite my competitive side, the demon inside of me is hungry for more of her Beast’s dominance—which has never happened before. A purr echoes out of her, caressing my skin and making my heart race.
~What’s next, my violent beauty? ~I murmur into her mind, surprised by how much I’m enjoying her letting go of all of her preconceived notions of who and what she’s supposed to be.
Her tail flicks back and forth and she laughs.~To the victor go the spoils, my love.~
Before I can ask what that means, she’s disapparated, leaving me hard and wanting. I roar my frustration into the rafters and she giggles into my mind.
~Ollie, Ollie, oxen free... ~
Oh, my minx knows me well. Ilovethe chase and when I find her, I’m going to fuck her until she can’t walk, much less run from me again.
~Here kitty, kitty, kitty… ~I rumble into her mind, the demon face sliding into place as I get to my feet.
This time, she’smine.
The Cat And The Bird Are Holy Terrors
DELILAH
Iwake up early, stretching the soreness out of my muscles. A grin spreads over my face—I feelamazing. We had a hell of a time hunting last night. When we got home, we were covered in blood and laughing. He carried me honeymoon style, and we fell asleep curled as one. The bonding during that massacre resolved all the ugly caused by Sari.
That box I keep saying people put me in?
This little escapade should destroy that image. If not, then they’re being obtuse. Even Wilde would have had to look at me with a different lens if he were here. The convent was a brilliant choice.
Stirring, my husband rolls over and murmurs, “Was the convent everything you hoped for and more?”
“Personally, I thought the Mother Superior was right tasty. I think it’s the virtue that’s so satisfying.”
I giggle, turning to face him. “I was so full by the time we left, I could hardly move.”
“Isn’t that the bloody truth? Cloistered meant no running for us. I know how you hate the running. You were stunning with the choir.”
“Ihatewhen they run,” I pout, then smirk a little at his compliment. “They had pretty voices. They even screamed in harmony.”
He snickers and leans over to nip my jaw. “I thought the soprano bint that looked like a stork was a bit off-key, but as you’d gutted her, I suppose I can forgive her.”
“That’s why I did it, you know. She was butchering Handel.”
“We can’t have that now, can we?” Shaking his head, he sighs. “It was a good end to a shit night. I’m glad we went out.”
I flick my fingers at the cabinet, turning the music on at a soft volume. “Now this is how Handel should sound. It’s much better.”
“Good thing you butchered the bint who was singing it flat. Right fine choice, that.”
I nod, rubbing my tummy. “She wasn’t even flat. She was adding a minor fifth.” I grumble and listen for a moment, the classical soothing my irritation. “Mickey said that in two weeks I finish training and I’m official and can do my stuff at work. I’m exceptional at secret spy stuff. I’m picking things up faster than anyone he’s seen.”
He growls. “Bugger. I thought I’d bribed that git enough to keep you off the roster for a while. He owes me a bloody sailboat.”
