Southern Shifters - Press Paws (Buchanan Clan #2) (9 page)

She was bared to him, her most intimate place now revealed to his gaze. His hot, burning, needful gaze. His wolf made the final push and gained full control over the cat. Yellow eyes focused on her exposed pussy while clawed fingers danced over her skin. He scraped her thighs, leaving red stripes in his wake, and the hint of pain merely added to her pleasure.

“Mine,” he practically purred. Maybe the cat wasn’t as gone as she imagined. He cupped her center, heel of his hand pressed against the top of her slit and fingers tracing the seam of her pussy lips. “Mine.”

When she didn’t immediately respond, he rubbed her mound with increasing pressure and gentle circles. “
Mine
.”

Hannah moaned with the pleasure, rotating her hips in time with his ministrations. Her pussy grew hotter with his attentions, cunt slick with evidence of her desire.

“Say it.” The two words were nothing more than a growl.

She whimpered, unable to find her voice through the joy gathering within her. The sparks of bliss snatched every thought from her mind, and she could only rock and move with every shift of his hand. He hadn’t penetrated her, wasn’t even caressing her clit directly, but she was on fire for him. A raging inferno that didn’t seem like it’d diminish anytime soon.

Then… Then he stopped. His hand froze and she narrowed her eyes, glaring at him.

“Don’t stop.” Two could play the order game.

“Say. It.”

“Ryland…” She bared her still-human teeth. The cat prowled in the back of her mind, anxious to move things along.

Hand unmoving and still in place, he leaned closer until their noses nearly touched. “Say. It. Say it and I’ll make you come, baby. I’ll make you scream.” He traced the juncture of her neck and shoulder with his free hand. “I’ll bite and claim you until everyone knows you’re mine. But first…” He lowered his voice, the next two words coming out as a husky whisper. “Say it.”

She whimpered and whined and that word jumped to her lips before she had a chance to stop it. “Yours.”

But instead of giving her more, he took everything away. He snatched his hand back, leaving her bereft of his touch and she whined with the loss. Cool air bathed her wet pussy, sending a chill-induced shudder down her spine.

“Ryland…” she whimpered and reached for him, arm outstretched.

He didn’t return. No, he eased backward, sliding from the bed to stand at the foot. His hands went to his hips, fingers curling around the fabric. One shove had them falling and fully baring his body to her gaze.

Perfection. Utter perfection that stole her breath. His skin was a tanned gold from head to toe, his firm muscles outlined in rises and falls of flesh. Broad shoulders led to hard pecs and then a flat stomach. His stomach led to… his cock.

Long and thick, it stood out from the cropped hair of his groin. The tip was purple and flush, a tiny drop of white lingering at the tip. It called to her mouth and she licked her lips, imagining the saltiness on her tongue. She’d take him deep, lick him from root to tip and take everything he had to give.

Ryland gripped his dick, fingers wrapping around his thickness, and gave his cock a tug. He slid his hand from bottom to top, giving a small twist just beneath the head. Yet another droplet escaped, making the end of his cock glisten with the evidence of his need.

Hannah’s pussy clenched, more of her juices escaping, and she shuddered with her growing arousal.

“This what you want, baby?” He stroked himself once more, swiping the end of his length with his thumb and spreading the pre-cum.

Was that what she wanted? Hell yes. But her voice was gone, stolen by the desire pumping through her blood. She simply nodded, eyes never leaving him.

“Show me where.”

She froze, breath catching. “Wha…”

“Pet that pretty pussy and show me exactly where you want my cock.” The words weren’t much more than a string of growls, but her cat knew exactly what her mate wanted.

The feline shoved its way forward, anxious to join the mating to soon come. The lioness purred, the mental sound vibrating along her nerves and it soon echoed around the room. Their mate wanted to see where she needed him most? She’d show him.

Hannah lay back, knees still raised and feet planted on the mattress. She cupped her breasts, bringing the mounds up and together—pinching the tips to give her a sting of pain with her growing desire. She kneaded the left and then the right. Alternating between hard pinches and soft caresses.

Releasing one plump mound, she stroked the valley between her breasts, fingers trailing over her sensitized skin. She went past the curved mound of her stomach and on until her fingers reached the closely cropped curls at the juncture of her thighs.

Gaze locked on her mate, she slowly slid her forefinger between her sex lips. A tremor immediately snared her control and she shuddered with the snippet of pleasure that followed.

“Ryland,” she whispered his name and stroked her slick pussy once more. She explored her slick folds, tracing the seam of her pussy lips and then delving farther to locate her clit. She circled once, twice, and then retreated again. She teased herself and (hopefully) tormented him.

Hannah spread her legs wider, forcing her lower lips to part and bare her innermost flesh to the room’s cool air.

“Fuck, that’s pretty. So slick and wet for me, aren’t you?”

She couldn’t speak, not past the need riding her, so she simply nodded and continued her play. She circled her clit, tapping the bundle of nerves softly before circling again. When that nub became too sensitized, she slunk down to her opening and slipped two fingers into her sheath.

“That’s it, fuck yourself. Pretend it’s my cock, Hannah. Gonna go so deep, so hard.”

She whimpered and pushed deeper before retreating and adding a finger, stretching her pussy for his impending invasion. “Ry… Need you.”

She did. So bad.

She wiggled her fingers in a “come here” motion and whined with the added rush of ecstasy. She rocked and rolled her hips in time with her hand, riding her own fingers as she sought relief from her overwhelming need to come. She plunged her fingers in and out, enjoying each glide of her fingers within her cunt. She grinded her clit against the heel of her hand and her pussy clenched her fingers in a tight spasm.

“Need…” Her release edged closer, threatening to crash over her. “Gonna…”

A snarl echoed through the room, one that promised violence.
Ryland.
If he thought threatening her would halt her orgasm, he was dead wrong. Because that sound simply shoved her closer to the edge until she teetered at the precipice.

She just… needed… a little…

Ryland wrapped his hand around her wrist and yanked, pulling her fingers from the clinging wet velvet of her pussy. “Mine.”

She opened her mouth to protest, to voice her objection, but she swallowed those words. Swallowed them when her fingers were replaced with Ryland’s cock in one fierce thrust. He shoved into her to the hilt, stretching her cunt almost to the point of pain, and she whimpered with the stinging ache and the pleasure combined.

“Mine.” His voice lost all hints of his human’s tone and was consumed by his beasts. He slowly withdrew, the veins in his cock caressing her inner walls, then slammed home once more. The bed bounced against the wall with a heavy thud. “Mine.” He did it again, slow withdrawal and hard thrust. More banging. “Mine.”
Bang.
“Mine.”
Thud.
“Mine.”
Crack.

She should wonder about that last crack but she couldn’t seem to think beyond the bliss consuming her veins.

Ryland’s body covered her, one arm holding his weight near her shoulder while the other grasped her thigh. He pulled and pushed, opening her even further until she felt him deep within her cunt. And still those punishing thrusts didn’t slow. In and out, more and more, the wet squelch of their fucking filling the air.

She lifted her hips to meet his with each thrust, fighting for more of him, to take all she could from her mate. She dug her fingers into his shoulders, tips pricking his flesh and the scent of fresh blood teased her nostrils. The flavors called to her beast and her mouth watered at the thought of tasting Ryland—sinking her teeth deep and claiming him forever.

The headboard slammed into the wall again and again, punctuating each of her mate’s heaving thrusts. Pleasure grew and grew, encircling her pussy and then traveling outward. It drifted along her veins, plucking her nerves as it traveled. Bliss caressed her breasts and pinched her nipples while euphoria stole her breath.

And still it went on. Still he fucked her hard and deep. Still he claimed her with his body.

“Fuck. S’tight. S’wet.” The words were bestial and husky, Ryland speaking past his wolf’s fangs. Silver fur peppered his cheeks and slithered free to coat his shoulders before traveling down his arms.

Hannah’s cat reacted, transforming her pale skin to sparkling gold, fur rippling and covering her forearms. Her own fangs descended, the cat anxious to bite into her mate, but she held the bitch in check, clinging to her last hint of control. Not yet. Not yet. Not…

“Fuck. Hannah. Need to.” He bared his fangs, saliva dripping from one tip and he flicked it with his tongue.

He needed to bite her. To claim her.

“Yes,” she hissed and tilted her head to the side, baring her neck for him. She let her pleasure grow, gave her body a little more freedom to enjoy the ecstasy of Ryland’s cock in her pussy. “Now.”

Another thrust. Then another. His face turning into a fierce mask of concentration and need. His pace increased, pummeling her in an increasing rhythm, and she released a soul-deep moan. His cock touched her in places she hadn’t realized existed. He flicked and caressed unknown nerves, and she convulsed around his invasion. Her muscles clenched and milked his cock, each squeeze followed by a wave of pure bliss until one cascade of ecstasy rolled into another and then another and then…

Hannah’s toes curled and all hints of control were snatched from her grasp. She could do nothing but feel, endure, enjoy.

She hovered on the edge, her blood burning with the need to come, yet she still needed that one
thing
. That one event that’d throw her from the precipice. She needed—

With a roar, Ryland attacked. He lowered his head and struck, fangs sinking deeply into her shoulder. A rush of pain stole her breath, but on its heels came a cataclysm of pleasure. Ecstasy. Joy. Bliss. Fuck all, it was amazing.

It overwhelmed her, snatching every semblance of strength. It sapped her of any ability.

No, the cat was still present. The cat wasn’t exhausted by the final joy. It still had a single goal in mind. Pleasure continuing to overcome her, her orgasm unending while Ryland continued to fuck her pussy, Hannah lifted her head and treated him to the same injury.

She sank her teeth deeply, fangs puncturing skin and flesh with ease. She delved into his flesh, blood pooling in her mouth, and she suckled the wound. She drank from the injury, swallowing more and more of his delicious blood.

Ryland’s hips jerked one final time, his hips firm to hers, and a new warmth bathed her cunt as he came inside her pussy.

Blood and cum tied them now. They were inside each other, a part of each other. Nothing could destroy that pleasure-driven bond.

Ryland’s mouth gradually slowed, his hard sucks turning into languorous licks and kisses while his cock softened and slipped free of her pussy. Hannah found herself easing her attentions as well, taking her time in bathing her mate’s wound with her tongue.

He released her leg and it flopped to the mattress, her body still doing whatever it damn well pleased. With care, he lowered his chest, slipped one arm beneath her shoulder and then rolled them until he rested beneath her.

She went boneless in Ryland’s arms, resting her cheek on his shoulder so she could keep her eyes on his mating mark. “That was…”

He hummed and brushed his lips across her head in a soft kiss. “Perfect.”

Damned perfect. Ginormously, amazingly, perfectly perfect. The amount of perfectness was so overwhelming that…

That she couldn’t think of anything else.

She nuzzled her mate—her honest to god mate—and sighed. She lapped at the wound she’d left behind once more, savoring the tiny drops of blood that coated her tongue. “Mine,” she released with a soft sigh. “All mine.”

“And the Lachlans.” Oh. Right.
Them
. There were still more discussions to come, and that was one of them. “How do you feel about moving to those lands? Being the mate of the heir?”

She thought it sounded like the world’s greatest torture. But the good he could do there…

“I think.” She licked her lips and tried to organize her thoughts. She pushed away from him, putting enough space between their bodies so she wasn’t too distracted by their embrace. “I think my path in life still takes me to those lands, but now with you at my side. I had…” It sounded so stupid now, but who cared. “I pressed pause on everything and came to Deals Gap to get away from Jeremy and the Lachlans and I think that’s because I was meant to be here—to meet you. To mate you, the Lachlan heir.” She leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “I’m meant to be at your side, no matter where that is.”

Hannah had pressed pause. Now she was more than ready to press play. And the first order of business when it came to playing involved Ryland, the bed, and his deliciously thick cock…

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