Fast and the Furriest (11 page)

“
Mine
.”

Mine
.

Zoe’s pussy enveloped him in her sweet heat, her wetness stroking his length and wrapping around him like a moist fist. Pleasure radiated down his spine, consuming him with a sudden rush of tingling ecstasy that had him stilling his hips. If he moved, he’d come, and he didn’t want to do that until her blood filled his mouth.

Filled his mouth because he sank his fangs into her flesh and claimed her as his own.

His. His. And his again.

“Say it,” he demanded. His gums burned with the need to bare his fangs. The tiger pushed and shoved, wanting to transform his teeth so they would be prepared to claim her. He withdrew slightly, shuddering with the pleasure that action caused, and then shoved in once more. “Say it.”

She wrapped her legs around his waist and arched into him, rolling her hips. The move caressed his cock, her pussy fluttering against his shaft. “Yours.”

He retreated and then thrust, the power jarring her and causing her breasts to bounce. His gaze fell to the plump globes and his mouth watered with the need to taste those berry-hued nubbins. “Again.”

“Yours,” she gasped.

He repeated the motion. Out and then in, the power between the actions increasing with each move. “Again.”

“Yours.”

“Again.” Their hips slammed together.

“Yours.” She met his thrust.

“Again.” The bed shook.

“Yours.” Their skin slapped.

“Again.” The frame hit the wall.

“Yours.” Her wetness bathed his dick.

Then he no longer demanded the word. She gave it to him freely.

“Yours. Yours.
Yours
.”

Ares pounded into her pussy, and the wet squelch of their bodies meeting warred with the echoes of the furniture striking the wall. He increased his pace with every breath, dominating her with his passion.

Zoe rhythmically squeezed his dick, milking his length with every deep penetration, and he reveled in her tightness. He’d nearly forgotten the bliss that could be found in her arms, the overwhelming ecstasy that she could gift him without reservation.

She released his hips and planted her feet on the mattress. Then she met him thrust for thrust, increasing 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, his mating mark.

“Come,” he demanded.

“Ares,” she whined in response.

“Come first.” He bared his fangs, his cat rushing forward in their first act of true dominance over their mate. “
Come
.”

Zoe’s voice caught, breath stilling, and he thought she’d deny him—deny them. But then she did as he desired. She arched, eyes rolling into the back of her head as a scream wrenched from her throat. She shouted into the air, the sound bouncing off the walls, and he knew everyone within the house heard her yell.

“
Ares!
”

Her pussy squeezed tightly around his shaft, and his pace didn’t slow. Not when he had what he desired most within reach.

Head still tilted and giving him room, Ares lowered and struck in one fluid movement. His fangs pierced her flesh with ease, his teeth breaking the skin, and then blood filled his mouth. Hot, sweet, and delicious, it coasted over his tongue and down his throat.

He came as he bit her, balls releasing his cum, and his dick pulsed as the ultimate pleasure consumed him in a blinding rush. Ecstasy warred with joy at claiming his mate, the dual sensations fighting for dominance.

His tiger roared, rejoicing in the action of claiming their mate. He bit deeply and sucked hard, drawing more of the blood to the surface and into him. He reveled in the seductive flavor of the liquid, swallowing it down and committing it to memory. She suffused him, her essence crawling into every part of him until they were one.

She was his now. His and his alone. Once she changed she could return the favor, but his claim was secure.

Zoe whimpered and moaned, her movements slowing the longer he drew on her neck until her only actions were reduced to trembles and shivers. Ares slowed with her, his hips easing their thrusts until he simply rested against her. He blanketed her with his form, covering his mate from chest to knee with his larger bulk and pinning her to the bed.

When they finally stilled, he eased his teeth free, gently lapping at the abused flesh and encouraging her burgeoning cat to seal the wounds. He hoped her transition would be complete by morning, and she’d be fully healed, only a scar remaining.

He knew his scent now suffused her, and it could no longer be washed off. Zoe was his—
his
—and no one could take that from them.

He gave the mark one last lick, one last gentle caress, before he slowly eased to the side and off of his new mate. Then he gathered her close, his cat at ease for the first time since she’d come back into his life.

Mine.

Zoe easily went into Ares’s arms, snuggling with a sated sigh while she wondered when they could do that again. She nuzzled his chest, breathing deeply, and winced at the bolt of pain from her mating mark.

Mating. Mark.

She was mated. To Ares. With a mating mark.

She was covered in his scent and as soon as her tiger made its first appearance, she’d give him a mating mark as well.

He just didn’t know it yet. Sure, Ronnie told her all about the fact that alphas didn’t take the mark. Ha! Just let him try to deny her. If she was gonna belong to him, he would belong to her just as much.

“You’re mine,” he whispered.

Zoe purred. “About that—”

About nothing. Not when an ear-splitting scream filled the air, the sound transforming into a pained shout and then finally a furious roar. The walls muffled the noise, but there was no doubt one of their tigers was outside the house and in trouble. That shout was followed by a loud pop. Then another. And another.

A gun?

“
Fuck
.” Ares shoved her aside and leapt from the bed, his long strides carrying him to the bedroom door.

“What’s wrong? Who was that?” Adrenaline flooded her blood, her new tigress responding in an instant, the cat alert and on edge.

It was in tune with the pride, her consciousness searching out the ethereal tendrils that connected her to each pride member. The strings were all thrumming with anxiousness, some ends jumbling and tumbling together until she couldn’t keep the fear straight in her mind. The cats downstairs were frightened, their animal halves taking possession of their minds—slowly becoming more animal than human. While that would have worried her if she were still human, her cat was happy with the change.

A human mind could balk at an order, a tiger—one of their tigers—would follow orders.

Ares yanked the bedroom door open, swinging it wide. The moment he had access to the hallway, his change began, starting with his hands and feet. Another roar rent the air and he met her gaze. “Claire. It’s Claire.”

The rest of his transformation fell over him then, sliding over his body in a rippling wave. Fur sprouted, black and orange stripes slipping free to cover his skin. His bones broke, and muscles stretched as he adopted his tiger’s shape. It took no more than two steps into the hallway, two heartbeats, and he was on four feet.

On four feet and racing down the hallway. When he should have turned right and bolted down the stairs, he continued across the landing and raced toward the other end of the house. There were no exterior doors there and the yell definitely came from outside, but she didn’t question him. Her mate—and his inner tiger—were intent on caring for their sister. There was no way they’d risk her life. There had to be a way outside this way.

And there was. Through a second story window. He didn’t slow as he approached the massive plate of glass. No, he increased his pace, picking up speed as he dashed forward and then shattered the invisible barrier.

Fear had her slowing, but the cat urged her on. It roared and clawed, assuring her it would keep her safe. It would help her. It wouldn’t allow her to be hurt by something as small as a jump from a second story window.

Then it seemed tired of arguing—not that Zoe got a thought in edgewise—and forced the action on her.

It wrenched control, snatched her human mind from the driver’s seat and slammed her ass into place. Instinct drove her then. Protect. Defend. Destroy.

Protect.

Defend.

Destroy.

Devour.

Okay, the devouring thing needed to not happen. She wasn’t eating anyone.

The tiger told her to just wait and see.

Maybe having a cat wasn’t the best idea ever.

If tigers could cackle, hers would have. Evilly.

What it could do was force her fluffy ass to jump out of a window. Her skin stretched and burned, a throbbing ache taking up residence in her muscles and bones. The pain grew with each step, each jarring thump of her bare feet on carpet. It increased with the beat of her heart and every inhale until she was a running ball of hurt.

She sensed her feet getting cut by the scattered glass, but her cat didn’t slow. Nope, it simply hurried this first transition along, transforming the soles of her feet to feline pads. Then her hands became claws, the snap and crack of bone forcing agony along her nerves, but the tiger wouldn’t let her stop and cry over the roll of pain. They had a destination—a purpose. Whoever scared Claire didn’t give a damn if Zoe wanted to cry.

The tiger pushed her on, forcing her to take that last, unavoidable leap, and then she was airborne. Her feet left the safety of the carpeted hallway and used the windowsill as a platform. She pushed off the edge and was weightless for one second, then two, and then gravity kicked in.

All the while her inner cat had things under control. Which Zoe was glad for, because she sure as hell didn’t know what she was doing.

Zoe’s shift was fast and furious. Where Ares’s looked like a soothing wave, Zoe’s felt like jagged stabs. Arm. Leg. Hand. Foot. Face…

It took the same amount of time, but the random transitions had her twitching and whining as she fell to the grass. Despite the pain of her change, by the time she hit the ground, it was on four paws instead of two feet. She touched down, her new legs taking her much heavier weight with ease.