Cat Scratched! (6 page)

Nevertheless, he would not hold back his passion. It just was not in him.

But, Salair would give her a banquet of the senses. Snow would remember this joining since he could gift her with this particular experience in this particular way but once.

Snow put a hand to her fevered forehead. Her head was spinning! Her heart pounded. Her breath–or was that his breath? – came in short gasps. The skin on her legs itched.
In anticipation for his touch.

That searing touch!

She almost moaned aloud.

He paused, going completely still over her. Watching her, she knew.

And it was that heated regard that she could
feel
on her that suddenly made her growl in her throat.

Snow blinked.

Had that feral sound just come from her? Had he just caused her to make such a wild sound?

The low
purr
that rumbled from his chest was her answer. The cat's sensual nature. Never to be toyed with, she knew. Yes, she had made that wild cry.

And the male had responded to it.

As he pressed down on her full length, she felt every hard angle of him. His skin was smooth and warm, yet rock hard under the deceptively alluring cover.

His muscular arm encircled her waist, sliding lower to lift her closer to him. His other hand swept back the damp tendrils of hair that clung to her neck.

Tugging her head back, he exposed her arched throat.

A soft nicker warned her to stay put.

He exhaled shallowly, the faint stream of air lilting against her throat as he came in to claim his prize. She was his mating treasure–and he was about to stake his claim.

Holding her immobile, his tongue swept up the side of her neck. Short, flicking licks. A quick taste before the main meal.

Snow shivered at the utter sensuality of the dominating act.

When he reached the underside of her ear, he captured the small lobe between his lips, letting the skin slide against his teeth. Just enough to elicit a soft groan from her. He surprised her by taking a quick, sharp nip.

"Oh!"

Salair chuckled softly. It was just one of a myriad of bites he had perfected.
The Satin Sting.
Male Familiars often prided themselves on their inventive variation and use of the sexual bite. Apparently, Snow did not know this. He looked forward to revealing his other range of gifts. After all, he had enthusiastically spent the span of two incarnations perfecting them. To put it bluntly and without overstating, he was
pinpoint
good.

However, there was a danger for him.

The closer he came to a certain spot on her neck, the more he was apt to lose the control he was forced to maintain for her in this first of matings. Normally, when Familiars joined, it was a wild pairing from the start. Due to Snow's untouched state, however, he would have to rein in some of his fire lest he risk injuring her.

It would not be easy.

Already, he was in the throws of the mating trance. His breathing was deepening as his blood thickened in his veins. His special senses were starting to open completely to her in preparation for the bonding. Snow was melting into him in a way he had never experienced before in lovemaking. It was extraordinary.

He closed his eyes to concentrate on the rich sensations flowing through him. He could hear her shallows breaths–mimicking the sound of caught prey–increasing as she unconsciously began to compliment his slowed-down cadence.

Aligning her life to his breath. . .

Beautiful
.
It was beautiful.
With that, his mouth covered hers again. Only this time Snow would learn that there was more than depth to a Familiar's kiss.

Salair’s tongue stroked fluidly inside. There was
something
he did that made her whole body quake with desire!

Blindly, Snow clutched his upper arms, seeking an anchor to the impossible sensations this man was evoking in her.
Simply with his tongue.

Unbidden, in the back of her mind, she wondered what else he could do with such a skill? A blush rose to color her cheeks.

{So shy, my Soft cat?}
He sent her the thought. The tips of his fingers skimmed under the fall of hair at the back of her neck. Over a spot so sensitive that she immediately reared up, arching against him.

She gasped for breath, at once recognizing another advantage to a Familiar's telepathic gift of sending thoughts out to others. It could be used as an erotic tool during lovemaking
{You are quite expert at this, Salair Ner.}
A
rrrr
rumbled through his muscular chest.
{Well, I am quite fond of 'this', as you put it.}
She shivered as his fingertips lightly skimmed up and down the back of her arms, accentuating the experience. Then the man
purred
deeply into her mouth. A long vibration that made her tremble to her toes. Pleasure strokes escalated throughout her body, pulsing and building. He plunged his tongue inside her, but it was–He was doing–What was he doing??? A
pleased-purr
vibrated through her own throat, surprising her.

{So.}

{So?}

{You are Familiar, after al .}
With that he swirled that blazing tongue inside her mouth in such a way as to make waves of pleasure tingles sweep through her, building and building, until she thought she might scratch him up. . . Just so he would. . .

Snow's back arched up off the ground as she reached her first peak; the pulsing ripples dancing over and over her. When she could catch her breath again, she blinked. Had he actually brought her to release?

With just his kiss?

Well, she had experienced something extraordinary; what else could it be?

Her body fought to find some normalcy after the strange onslaught. Familiar males could do such a thing? She had no idea. What else could they–She did not have time to ponder the male Familiar dilemma.

Salair immediately gathered her limp body closer to him, and whispered something in her ear before gently flipping her over onto her stomach.

Into the grass.

Snow tried to turn, cantilevering up on her elbows. The male Familiar held her down securely.

"Salair, whatever are you doing? I want to touch you." He had been right about that–she did want to touch him

"You will,
Softcat
. But not now."

Snow frowned. What did that mean?

"Know you nothing of our mating rituals?" His deep voice rasped right behind her left ear.

"There-there are
more
rituals?" She was not sure she liked the sound of that. Certainly, nothing was coming to her instinctively as to what he–It could not be what she was thinking. . . Could it?

"
By Aiyah
, Salair, you are not actually–You do not really mean to follow the traditional ways of–You cannot be serious!"

He laughed, low and sensual. "We males take great pride in following the ways of our kind, Snow. To be a Familiar's mate, you need first be
taken
like a Familiar's mate."

No way. No No No.

Snow began to struggle in earnest as she fully comprehended what he was saying. She had no intention of letting her first encounter with a man to be like that! It was
untamed
.

"Salair, I have changed my mind!"

He rolled his eyes. "Oh, really. And when did you actually entertain this, Kittenfeet? Hmm?" She stopped squirming under him for a second.
Kittenfeet
? Come to think on it, she did not anticipate any of this. She certainly did not seek it.
How is it then that I am laying face down
on the ground with a powerful Familiar draped over me from head to toe, pressing into the curve of my back with more than his good looks?
Her nostrils flared. So, this was how it was done! It was already too late. He had mated her! His kind would never be dissuaded at this point.

Or any point, she ruefully acknowledged.

Once they sensed their mates, it was all over. There was no way Salair would stop now.

But he did stop. For a brief moment.

"What are you so apprehensive about?" He whispered coaxingly. "I will give you intense satisfaction,
Softcat
." He paused, then added truthfully, "Eventually." That was all Snow had to hear. Shocking herself, she hissed and tried to scratch her way free.

Salair's hold on her was firm.

What was more, she had inflicted absolutely no damage on him.

She was caught, lying beneath him and at his mercy.
By Aiyah!
Familiar males were entirely too irksome when they mated! And Salair Ner seemed most serious. During their prior conversations, it seemed as though he might be swayed to a few things.

Now it appeared he was resolved in his path. Snow did not think she could talk him out of this position. But she did try.

"I think we will have more enjoyment another way." She tempted him with a sweet voice.

Fortunately, she did not see the flash of a grin behind her.

"That may be. . ." He gave her a moment of hope before he came in for the kill. "Yet, we will never know." His finger quickly tested the moisture between her legs. Snow's mouth opened in shock, but nothing surfaced in response. Probably because he was insinuating his knee directly between her clenched thighs.

He wasted no more time. He simply slid the swath of her hair aside, and sharply clamped down on the back of her neck with his
teeth
.

Then he
pressed
between her nether lips. Snow was not happy with the position. She thrashed. He held her still, barely embedded in her lush folds. In her sweet liquid.

It had been hard for him to stop his forward momentum, but he had no desire to hurt her. When she tried to buck him off, a cautionary growl near her ear was all the warning she got.

It was enough.

The Familiar first mating position was instinctually male dominant. And so it had been for their people since the beginning of time. He was embedded in her–just past the portal. And although she had no one to compare him to, she was sure he was rather large.

A tiny tear cascaded down her cheek.

He tenderly licked it away.

"The discomfort will subside shortly. Then you will see how this Familiar will make you cry with pleasure. Never pain again,
my Softcat
." With that he sharply nipped her ear, then soothed the spot with a gentle sweep of his tongue. The acute sting of his bite took her mind off the burning for a moment–which was, no doubt, his intention. Feeling her inner muscles ease slightly around him, Salair did not stroke, but
bore down
against her inner walls, sliding ever so slightly forward as he did so. The tender inner muscles immediately clamped around him. Rich, viscous fluid coated him anew. She might be sore, but his Softcat wanted him.

He swallowed the groan rising in his throat. The feel of being inside her! Surely, this mating thing was underrated, for had he known how good this would be, he would have searched for his mate from the day he reached his adulthood. His member throbbed inside her.

His fingers intertwined tightly over hers.

Snow could feel him bear down inside her. It was somewhat enjoyable, but not enough to override the stinging discomfort.

The tip of his member came right up against the shield of skin blocking his way. Experimentally, Salair tapped against it.

He was a full-blooded, strong male in his prime–but her whimper almost brought him down. Between his difficult, snug fit in her, and the firm, tight walls, he knew that this was not going to be so easy.

Wrapping his arms tightly around her waist, he lifted her up and back into him as he
drove
downward. A ragged cry issued from Snow.

The metallic smell of blood assailed his nostrils. He thought he might be able to help her, so he sharply bit the back of her neck once more, locking her in place. Only this time he
enhanced
lightly.

Snow moaned aloud. Pleasure played with her pain.

"What-what do you do, Salair?"

{Males have the ability to enhance the sexual act. I thought if I gave you a slight taste of enhancement, the discomfort would subside.}

Her eyes went wide. "I did not know males could do that. I have never heard the villagers speak of it; nor even boast of it in the taverns–as the men are wont to do."

{That is because men cannot. Only male Familiars have such gifts.}

"Is that why the slavers seek you out? And why the males fetch such high prices at the auctions?"

{It is one reason.} He answered rather cryptically. She wondered what other reasons there could be. "Ah, Salair, what did you mean by a
s light
taste?" His answer was a low laugh followed by a short burst of
true
enhancement.