Fast and the Furriest by Celia Kyle Page B

the strength of their meetings. Her pants and moans filled the air, joining his as they both fought for what they desired most.
    Pleasure. Bliss. Ecstasy.
    His balls tightened and hardened, drawing up against his body as the joy of their fucking nearly overcame him.
    “So tight.” He rolled his hips, making sure he caressed her clit with each thrust. “So good.”
    “Yes,” she hissed, her eyes turning amber.
    She stroked his forearms, his biceps, his shoulders, her sharpening fingernails digging into his skin. She scratched his flesh, leaving burning trails in her wake and that sting made fucking her so much better. That pain added to the pleasure, pushing his body closer to release with each breath.
    The scent of their sex filled the air, wrapping them in a musky, delicious blanket of passion and need. He breathed in the flavors, his cat purring in response. Her sweet cream beckoned the animal, but the tiger also knew that succumbing to the luring aroma would only distract them from their true goal—mating Zoe.
    He restrained the feline, forcing it to focus on their mate, on the juncture of her neck and shoulder. Her pale skin called to him, urging him to lower his head, grasp her flesh between her teeth and then bite until her blood filled her mouth. He would swallow every drop of the coppery fluid, and his cat would roar with the pleasure of their joining.
    But not until she screamed his name. He wanted her coming on his dick before he gave in to the ultimate bliss.
    “Fuck, baby,” he shoved past his lips. His fangs now crowded his mouth, the cat slipping them forward while he was distracted by her juicy pussy.
    “Harder.” She dug her nails into his flesh, pricking his skin and then the scent of his blood filled the air.
    Ares growled low, the tiger torn between growling over the assault and purring because they’d pulled their mate’s tigress to the surface.
    The feline settled on a rumbling purr.
    Zoe reacted with a low purr of her own, the vibrations sliding down his dick and stroking him, adding to the pleasure of their mating.
    “Yes,” she hissed and increased the power behind her hips.
    “Fuck yes.” He did the same, their bodies slamming together. “Mine.”
    He couldn’t think past that single word, that one syllable. The cat repeated it in his head over and over again.
    His.
    His mouth watered with the anticipation of tasting her, savoring her.
    His cock pulsed within her slick sheath, reveling in the sensual stroke of her inner walls along his hard length. She squeezed him, milking his dick like a tight fist of wet velvet. The ecstasy of her caress continued to slice through him, gripping his balls, and sending a new jolt of bliss over his nerves. His dick throbbed with the need for release, screaming for permission to empty inside Zoe.
    Fill her. Claim her.
    Soon .
    She needed to scream his name first. Loud enough for the entire house to hear her. He’d intended for them to remain quiet, but the tiger wanted one and all to know that it was he who satisfied his mate.
    “Come for me, baby. Come on my cock.”
    Zoe whimpered and whined. “Need.” She dug her fingers further into his skin and pulled. “Need.”
    “What?” his voice held the growl of his cat.
    His pores stung as fur slipped free, rippling over his flesh to coat his skin. Tan was replaced by orange and black and he knew white decorated his chest. The beast wanted out, wanted to be a part of their mating.
    His fingertips burned and darkened as they grew. He clawed at the bed, curling his hand and piercing the blanket beneath his mate. He fought against his impending release, waiting for his mate’s shout.
    His balls slapped against the curve of her ass and he took pleasure in that small sting as well. Everything about Zoe, about their coming together, appealed to him.
    She tugged harder and bared her neck, tilting her head to the side. “Need.”
    The plea was clear, the begging unable to be denied. She wanted his bite,