PrimalDesign by Danica Avet Page B

as his thumb
found her clit and circled. He glanced up again to study her expressions as he
eased two fingers in her tight pussy, the muscles clamping hard around him.
    She had her bottom lip between her teeth, her nostrils
flaring as she sucked in air. Her eyelids fluttered as he set up a fast rhythm,
fucking her hard with his fingers, his thumb circling endlessly. She pinched
her nipples, a cry escaping her as her inner muscles tensed.
    “Monk,” she breathed, her hips rocking as she rode his
fingers. “More.” A hiccupping breath. “More, please give me more.”
    “I’ll give you anything you want, baby, always.” Hoping she
hadn’t heard the vow in his words or the reverence in his voice, he gave her
three fingers, stretching her pussy. “Fuck, Kitty-Cat, you’re so tight and wet.
You’re soaking my hand.”
    “Mm-hmm. Uh-huh, okay.”
    He reached over to pull her shorts completely to the side,
watching his fingers tunnel in and out of her pussy. “You’re all pink and
shiny,” he said, his cock leaving a damp spot on the front of his jeans. He was
going to come just from fingering her. “Look at you, all hungry.” He flicked
the edge of his fingernail over her clit. She let out a strangled scream, her
arousal thick in the air. “Are you gonna come for me, Kitty-Cat?”
    She rode his fingers faster, her hips bucking in time with
his thrusts. “Yeah, yeah.” A gasping cry. “Yeah! I’m coming.”
    But he could already feel her clamping around his fingers,
her tight muscles nearly snapping his bones in half. Awed by her response, he
glanced up to see her mouth open on a silent scream, her eyes wide with shocked
pleasure. Thrusting against her clenching, Monk gave it to her harder, faster,
his fingers searching out that spot that made her lose her mind yesterday. When
he found it, he tapped it once. She jumped. Twice, she squeaked. The third
time, she wailed, her hands leaving her breasts to grab his shoulders as her
entire body shuddered with the force of her orgasm.
    It was amazing and heady to know he could bring her that
much pleasure. Sure, his balls felt as if they were going to explode, his cock
ached and the front of his jeans were soaked, but it was a small price to pay
for the sound of Kitty’s cries, which still echoed around the car. She slumped
against him, her breath coming in fits and starts, her body shivering against
him.
    Reluctantly, he pulled his hand out of her shorts. Her thick
cream glistened on his fingers and he put them in his mouth, purring at her
sharp, sweet taste. “You taste fantastic, baby,” he said around his fingers.
    She let out a soft sigh, her body relaxed and sated against
him. His cock still throbbed, but Monk was far too happy with the position they
were in to shift her away. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her, cuddling
her close, and listened to her breath evening out as she fell asleep.
    Closing his eyes against his raging need, Monk breathed in
the scents of his female, his cougar purring with contentment. This was all
they’d ever wanted. They wanted Kitty and her bear to feel secure enough with
them to let down their guard, to accept them as the ones who would keep them
safe.
    * * * * *
    “Kitty, we have a problem.”
    Frowning at Daisy’s wedding gown, which was almost finished,
Kitty shook her head and adjusted the clip on her ear. “What do you mean, we
have a problem? I thought everything was going well back in New York.”
    Margaret Myers, her personal assistant and one of the best
seamstresses Kitty had ever worked with, growled softly. “Someone’s spreading
rumors that KC Designs plans to use fur in its next collection.”
    Kitty’s hands fell into her lap in shock. “What?”
    “I know! Like shifters would be so crass, but that’s what
the word on the street is. Even worse, I think S.H.A.F.T. is involved. You know
how much they like to take down celebrities.”
    “But I’m not using fur. I never would!” Kitty cried as