woman
still lurked close to the surface and wrapped his arms around the
lithe feline body of the supple cougar. Short fur brushed the fine
hairs of his arms and made his skin tingle from the top of his
head , to the
bottom of his feet and everywhere in between. Blood rushed to his
groin, hardening his shaft and the challenge to claim he'd tried to
deny began. In a way he felt helpless to stop it and in another he
never wanted to. His whole life he'd wondered what it would feel
like to have someone be this in tune with him--this connected. All
his.
With slow, careful
movements he swiped his hands down her torso and marveled at the
strength he found just under the surface of her cougar's skin. Taut
muscles teased as well as served as a reminder that she too was as
much a predator as he, maybe more so. Felines weren't known for
their pack nature like wolves. They hunted alone and
often , and rarely
mated for life. It was more their human DNA that held them together
as a group, not the animal. That solitary nature made his kind wary
of getting too close to their breeds. Their loyalty was never
certain and they trusted the wolf breeds even less.
So why her and why now? The question
continued to plague him despite the lingering doubts. He turned his
face into her side and pressed his nose to her fur, inhaling deep.
She constantly reminded him of a field of wildflowers on a hot
summer day with an underlying scent of something else. He breathed
again, this time deeper. Fear. Faint but unmistakable. The truth of
their situation sliced deep. If they were to mate, a mix of their
breeds would bring nothing but trouble. He'd seen it first hand.
Which still did nothing to deter him from petting her further. The
first twinge of magic from her suffused him with an intoxicating
wave of arousal as the big cat in his arms turned seamlessly to the
woman he desired above all else.
Fur turned to warm, fragrant skin that slid
against him sinuously, teasing his senses. Instinct guided him as
he stroked and touched everywhere that he could. His Kitty was
scared and he didn't blame her. The best he could offer her for now
was a distraction--through pleasure. Yes, more pleasure than either
of them could possibly bear.
Soon the reality of their situation would
crash down on them and she'd be faced with multiple issues that
would threaten her life and his sanity.
A growl slid along his throat.
Protect .
Fight .
When Kitty hissed, Rafe realized he'd
tightened his hand to a white knuckled grip around her arm. For
fuck's sake. He would be no help to her if he couldn't even control
his baser urges.
Pleasure. Focus. Give her what she needs and
show her how it can be. Somehow his brain managed a few last
coherent thoughts before he flipped her to the floor and came down
on top of her. Her body called to him, made him want to see her
submitting to both their needs. But this wasn't about control. He
sensed something more important happening between them. Deeper. He
wanted her to feel the same connection he did from the inside out.
There was a lesson here they both needed to learn. Sometimes
genetics and clan rules were meant to be broken. If only for a
moment...
"You could have killed me," he bit out
before bending to her shoulder and pressing his lips to her naked
skin. "Why didn't you?"
She shrugged.
He didn't really want or expect an answer.
There were too many emotions and issues swirling between them for
that conversation. He trailed his fingers from the outside of one
knee, along the curve of her hip until he spanned her side with one
hand. With more reserve than he thought he possessed, he leaned
forward and touched his lips to her damaged face. Her reflexive
jerk did nothing to deter him as he tightened his grip on her waist
and continued to caress her scar.
"Don't," she whimpered.
"Yes," he breathed. "Don't let your fear win
here, Kitty. A simple scar doesn't change who you are inside."
"It's hardly simple." She started to protest
and Rafe
still lurked close to the surface and wrapped his arms around the
lithe feline body of the supple cougar. Short fur brushed the fine
hairs of his arms and made his skin tingle from the top of his
head , to the
bottom of his feet and everywhere in between. Blood rushed to his
groin, hardening his shaft and the challenge to claim he'd tried to
deny began. In a way he felt helpless to stop it and in another he
never wanted to. His whole life he'd wondered what it would feel
like to have someone be this in tune with him--this connected. All
his.
With slow, careful
movements he swiped his hands down her torso and marveled at the
strength he found just under the surface of her cougar's skin. Taut
muscles teased as well as served as a reminder that she too was as
much a predator as he, maybe more so. Felines weren't known for
their pack nature like wolves. They hunted alone and
often , and rarely
mated for life. It was more their human DNA that held them together
as a group, not the animal. That solitary nature made his kind wary
of getting too close to their breeds. Their loyalty was never
certain and they trusted the wolf breeds even less.
So why her and why now? The question
continued to plague him despite the lingering doubts. He turned his
face into her side and pressed his nose to her fur, inhaling deep.
She constantly reminded him of a field of wildflowers on a hot
summer day with an underlying scent of something else. He breathed
again, this time deeper. Fear. Faint but unmistakable. The truth of
their situation sliced deep. If they were to mate, a mix of their
breeds would bring nothing but trouble. He'd seen it first hand.
Which still did nothing to deter him from petting her further. The
first twinge of magic from her suffused him with an intoxicating
wave of arousal as the big cat in his arms turned seamlessly to the
woman he desired above all else.
Fur turned to warm, fragrant skin that slid
against him sinuously, teasing his senses. Instinct guided him as
he stroked and touched everywhere that he could. His Kitty was
scared and he didn't blame her. The best he could offer her for now
was a distraction--through pleasure. Yes, more pleasure than either
of them could possibly bear.
Soon the reality of their situation would
crash down on them and she'd be faced with multiple issues that
would threaten her life and his sanity.
A growl slid along his throat.
Protect .
Fight .
When Kitty hissed, Rafe realized he'd
tightened his hand to a white knuckled grip around her arm. For
fuck's sake. He would be no help to her if he couldn't even control
his baser urges.
Pleasure. Focus. Give her what she needs and
show her how it can be. Somehow his brain managed a few last
coherent thoughts before he flipped her to the floor and came down
on top of her. Her body called to him, made him want to see her
submitting to both their needs. But this wasn't about control. He
sensed something more important happening between them. Deeper. He
wanted her to feel the same connection he did from the inside out.
There was a lesson here they both needed to learn. Sometimes
genetics and clan rules were meant to be broken. If only for a
moment...
"You could have killed me," he bit out
before bending to her shoulder and pressing his lips to her naked
skin. "Why didn't you?"
She shrugged.
He didn't really want or expect an answer.
There were too many emotions and issues swirling between them for
that conversation. He trailed his fingers from the outside of one
knee, along the curve of her hip until he spanned her side with one
hand. With more reserve than he thought he possessed, he leaned
forward and touched his lips to her damaged face. Her reflexive
jerk did nothing to deter him as he tightened his grip on her waist
and continued to caress her scar.
"Don't," she whimpered.
"Yes," he breathed. "Don't let your fear win
here, Kitty. A simple scar doesn't change who you are inside."
"It's hardly simple." She started to protest
and Rafe
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