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And then he started purring again, the sound vibrating
through her body, rattling her to her very core. Her pussy wept with want and
she eagerly wrapped her legs around his hips, his cock coming to rest against
the parted lips of her cunt. Zach caught Colette’s gasp with his mouth,
growling as he began to stroke the length of his erection through her folds.
She tried to form a thought, tried to think of why this seemed strange, but
when the rounded head of his cock rubbed against her erect clit, a sizzling
bolt of lightning shot through her, evaporating all logic and rationality.

She arched her hips, wanting more, her hands fighting to be
free of his hold, but he held on to her, moving faster, using the lubrication
from her cunt to glide along her sex. Her heart pounded with each pass, the air
in her lungs getting trapped somewhere in her throat as bolt after bolt of pleasure
zapped her, leaving her a quivering puddle of need. She hooked her heels into
his jeans, forcing them down his thighs. He hadn’t gotten undressed, was still
fully clothed except for his bare ass and dick. For some reason, the thought
made her cream, her inner muscles tensing.

He kissed her again, his tongue thrusting, pumping into her
mouth in the same rhythm of his cock sliding along her slickness. She sucked on
his tongue, anchoring her ankles behind his tight ass to hold him in place,
arching her back so every thrust made his shirt scrape over her tight nipples.
Wet. Hot. Slick. Colette moaned into his mouth. She was so close. So ready for
him to stop humping her and come inside her. She needed it. Needed to feel his
broad shaft stretching her muscles, rubbing every inch of her—

Zach circled his hips, grinding down on her clit hard and
she exploded, shock and pleasure combing into a keening cry that erupted when
he lifted his head. Colette had faint impressions of his tense face slick with
sweat, gold eyes glittering dangerously, sharp fangs sinking into his bottom
lip, but he slammed his cock against her clit again and she burst into flames.

Before she lost herself to the pleasure, before it swallowed
her whole, she heard a magnificent roar and felt the hot wash of his
satisfaction land on her stomach. Scent-marked in the most primal of ways. And
it made her want to smile.

Zach was pleased. He felt like strutting around the parish
with his chest puffed out because Colette carried his scent. Resting on his
side after the most embarrassingly loud climax of his life, he stroked her
naked back, her smaller body sprawled over his chest. After he came, he’d taken
the time to rub his seed into her caramel-colored skin, taking primitive satisfaction
in how well he’d pleased her. She’d sighed and smiled and stretched like a
kitten being stroked.

Then he’d stripped off his damn clothes, needing full-skin
contact with her. That had been at least an hour ago and while he wanted to
fuck her, his tiger—only partially pleased with smoothing their scent into
her—wanted more. So did Zach. But there was so much more they wanted to do, so
many positions and pleasures awaiting them and patience had never really been
his strongpoint when it came to sex.

Colette shifted her weight, her hip pressing into his
hardening cock. She paused and lifted her head where it rested on his chest.
Her face still glowed from her orgasm, her lips swollen from his kisses. She
looked like a woman who’d been well loved.

“You’re ready to go again already?” she asked in a husky
voice that suggested she might have strained her vocal cords with her scream of
pleasure.

“
Mais
, yeah, of course I am, but don’t worry, I won’t
do anything to get you pregnant. We’ll just wait until we’re at your place or
mine.” He tried to make it seem as though it wasn’t a big deal when he was
nearly dying to have her cunt wrapped around him, squeezing until he came. His
dick twitched at the thought. “I didn’t think to bring anything.”

Her eyes, which had been sultry and lazy moments before,
twinkled with mischief and her lips trembled as though she fought a smile.
“Oh,” she said in a shaky voice. “That’s… Wow, Zach, that’s so nice of you. You
know, not to want to risk me getting pregnant.” She cleared her throat, her
body shaking slightly. “I guess we could, you know, just play and all, right?”

Feeling as though he was being punk’d, Zach frowned at his
mate, who didn’t know she was a mate, determined to show his dominance. “What’s
so funny?”

She shrugged, trying to appear innocent. She looked like a
devious angel with fucking on the mind. Especially when she began to shimmy
down his body, her nipples dragging along his chest seconds before her lips
nipped at his ribs. “It’s just a very sweet thing,” she said instead of
answering him. She paused to lap at his navel, his cock resting between her
perky breasts. “You’re sacrificing pleasure to protect me.”

Zach’s entire body tensed as she moved farther south, her
silky skin skimming over his aching dick. “It’s…not a sacrifice,” he managed to
choke out when her tongue discovered the slick head of his dick. He fisted the
sheets near his hips to keep from grabbing her, but God, it was hard. And not
just the erection she lapped at like the naughty girl he wanted her to be. He’d
love for her to be even naughtier and take him down her throat. He shook his
head. What was he supposed to be saying? “It’s no problem.”

She grasped his cock in one hand, pumping the base as she
wrapped her lips around the tip and hummed. The sound traveled down his shaft
to his balls where his cum practically boiled in preparation to erupt again.
Sweat gathered along Zach’s hairline as he fought the urge to just let go. This
was for both of them. This playtime was necessary if they were going to build
the foundation for a future.

Colette released his cock from the haven of her mouth with a
soft pop, but she didn’t let him go completely. No, his little vixen seemed
bound and determined to drive him insane because she rubbed her cheek against
the turgid length, the softness of her skin taunting him, the hungry,
mischievous look in her eyes tempting him to show her his true colors.

“It’s so sweet, especially when I have a whole box of
condoms in my bag,” she purred, her hot breath whispering across his strained
erection. Her tongue peeked out again, licking him from root to tip where she
swirled it to lick the pearls of seed beading up.

Blood thundered—not rushed—through his veins, roaring as
though he stood next to white rapids. It took him several heartbeats before his
brain could process her words. When he did though, he lifted his head from the
pillow, eyes wide as he stared at the sly woman lapping at his cock.

“What?” he croaked.

She sucked slightly, closing her eyes as though she loved
nothing more than the taste of his dick. Fuck, who knew she could be so
deliciously bad?

“I said, I have a whole box of condoms in my—” Her words
ended in a shriek as he flipped her over when he leapt out of bed as though his
ass were on fire.

Zach didn’t even care that the woman he wanted so much it
made his teeth ache laughed as he bolted across the room to the bag he’d
brought in earlier. The tricky female had prepared for this exact moment. Part
of him wanted to paddle her ass for making him think they had to play it
extremely safe, while his tiger purred at his female’s ability to think ahead.
He nearly tore the bag apart in his desperation, his claws itching to punch
through the tips of his fingers, but he managed to hold the beast at bay.

The box of condoms looked like a sign from God. He almost
expected to see a celestial light surrounding the blue packaging as though to
say the entrance to heaven could be found there. He shook his head of the
blasphemous thoughts and turned with the box in his hand, only to nearly
swallow his tongue.

Colette lounged on her stomach, knees bent as she kicked her
feet in a lazy, feminine movement that left him biting back a growl of want.
Her hair tumbled around her exotic face, her arms supporting her upper body.
She was a study of dark skin against white, the sleek lines of her back flowing
into the sexy dip of her spine before rising up to create a round, juicy ass
and long, lean legs. Zach’s heart slammed as he came face-to-face with the
unleashed sensuality of the woman who’d captured that pathetically small organ.
How could he have ever thought she wasn’t beautiful? In this moment, her face
lit up by happiness and her skin glowing from pleasure, she was the most
beautiful woman he’d ever seen. So beautiful in fact, his throat tightened. The
man who won Colette’s heart and soul would be the luckiest man in the world.
And he was determined it would be him.

He narrowed his eyes on the woman who was driving him
insane. Her grin faltered, the laughter fading from her eyes as heat rekindled
in the violet depths. When he took a step toward her, she leapt to rest on her
knees, her hair swirling around her shoulders.

“Don’t run,” he warned her as he tore into the box, a strip
of condoms rolling out like a welcome carpet. He tore one off, dropping the
rest to the ground and quickly covered his hard cock with the latex. His tiger
roared because it knew this meant they wouldn’t come inside their female, but
Zach quieted the animal. Colette’s gaze darted around the mostly empty cabin as
though seeking a way past him. “Don’t do it.”

If she ran, he’d chase her and take her with more force than
he intended. But he should’ve known Colette would see his warning as a
challenge. She launched herself off the bed. Zach’s tiger, roused from its pout
by her sudden movement, tried to anticipate the direction she planned to take,
leaping to the left. Both the man and the tiger had forgotten, though, that
they were dealing with a seasoned hunter who’d stalked as much prey as they
had.

Colette feinted left and went right, laughter trailing
behind her as she darted around the small, rickety table in the middle of the
room. There wasn’t a lot of room for her to move around and Zach had reach.
With that thought in mind, he spread his arms wide and attempted to crowd her
into one corner. Her breathless laughter and the scent of her feminine musk
filled the air, leaving him slightly lightheaded as lust caused all the blood
in his body to rush to his groin.

She kept the table between them, darting left and right, her
high breasts dancing as she tried to stay out of reach. Impatience beat at him,
urging him to toss the table out of the way, but his tiger wanted to keep
playing with her, wanted her to let the anticipation build. The mating dance
required some effort on his part. This was what had been missing with the other
women who came to his bed. They didn’t play, didn’t attempt to evade him with
sly smiles and pale hair, didn’t tempt him to be the animal he was.

Then Colette made a crucial mistake in their game. She tried
the same move twice, feinting to the left when she intended to go right. And
this time Zach was ready, catching her in his arms when she tried to go around
him again. Even though he had her, her naked, slick body pressed to his, she
didn’t give up. She wiggled, her breathless giggles sounding out as he carried
her across the room to the bed. She almost slid out of his hold a couple of
times, but Zach finally had his prize and he wasn’t about to give her up.

He fell to the bed with her, careful to keep his weight off
her, but the move still caused the frame to groan and slam into the wall behind
the headboard. Ignoring the way her eyes widened at the sounds, Zach’s hands
slid down his mate’s curvy back, over her round ass and gripped her thighs.
With one quick move, he spread her legs wide and with a slow thrust, slid his
cock home.

Colette’s breath was caught somewhere, probably on the other
side of the room where she’d dared to play with the tiger and got caught.
Mostly though, it’d been punched out of her lungs with one forceful thrust of
Zach’s cock. She was so wet it didn’t hurt so much as it stung a little as
muscles that hadn’t handled anything his size were stretched to their limits.
But even then, even as her body fought to accept him, her pussy telling her
brain this was a bad idea, Colette’s nerve endings tingled with absolute
pleasure.

And kept tingling because he wasn’t finished fitting every
inch of his hard length into her body. Her eyes widened when he finally hit
bottom, a squeal rising up in the back of her throat. She’d never, never ever
had that sensation, wasn’t even sure she liked it. It was a pressure and ache
all at once, her brain urging her to slide up and away from the battering ram
trying to pound through her body. Then Zach stopped trying to punch through her
cervix and went still.

Colette let out a little sigh of relief and stared up at the
man holding her legs open. His hands nearly circled her thighs, his strength
such that he held her hips above the mattress as though her weight was nothing.
It was both erotic and terrifying to know how much stronger he was, but her
body chose to accept it as sexy beyond fucking belief, her pussy softening and
growing moist, as though it was putting out the welcome mat.

“Put your feet on my chest,” Zach ordered in a harsh voice
that would’ve made her nervous if it hadn’t been for the obvious strain on his
face.

She wet her lips, the playfulness she’d felt before melting
beneath a wave of intense sexual need. But she did as he commanded, planting
the soles of her feet on his bulging pecs, her heart leaping into her throat
when the move caused his cock to rub what seemed like every square centimeter
of her cunt. Once she was in the position he wanted, he began to move again.

And her whole world shattered. It wasn’t that he was hurting
her. It wasn’t that he pounded into her hard and fast, bumping her cervix with
every thrust. No, it was none of those things. Instead, he devastated her with
tenderness and slow, shallow thrusts that sent ripples through her entire body
like a pebble in a still lake. It started off small, just a little tingle of
pleasure, but then the next thrust hit another nerve, building on the pervious
pleasure and again and again, each grind of his hips set off fireworks in her womb.

Colette lost herself in the bliss, her hands finding and
gripping his thighs as though Zach was the only thing keeping her grounded.
Sweat popped up all over her skin, her pores opening as though they wanted to
absorb everything he had to give her. And she did. She took it, sliding with
him, letting him rock them to orgasm, letting Zach control their pleasure and
she didn’t take her eyes off him once.

How could she when he caught her gaze with his, demanding
she watch? It added to the intimacy of the moment, combining with the slick,
sucking sounds of his cock sliding through her wetness, the soft slap of his
balls hitting her ass when he gave her a little more of a thrust than a glide.
Their harsh breathing filled the air, causing it to grow even more humid.

And then it crashed over her like a category 5 hurricane.
Colette tried to fight it. She couldn’t have told anyone why she wanted to hold
that orgasm back, maybe from fear that it would destroy her. And it was a
well-founded trepidation because it did destroy her. It started at a molecular
level, the very foundation of her being quaking at the pleasure this man gave
her and radiated outward. She was vaguely aware of someone making loud,
high-pitched sounds, of her entire body shaking and shuddering, but it was
muted because of the euphoria that enveloped her like a blanket of fire,
burning her to the bone and leaving her a brand-new person.

Zach’s hold on her legs tightened to the point of pain and
his gentle glides became sharp, fast slams as he worked her for his own
pleasure, the steady pulses of her inner muscles fighting him when he withdrew.
Sweat gathered and dripped. Bodies strained together, muscles tensed, smooth
finesse became desperate poundings until finally, with a loud groan, he hit her
cervix one last time, sending her into another orgasm, but this time she
dragged him with her beneath the flames.

* * * * *

“We should get going,” Colette gasped against Zach’s mouth.