Sheba’s heart was racing, with excitement and a good dollop of fear as she tangled her fingers in his thick mane. Goodness it was far denser than she’d thought so. She held on for dear life, then whispered, “Okay, slowly, Fox.”
He rose up, and suddenly she realized just how large he was. She felt as if she were miles away from the ground as he started to pad away. Many gaping eyes following her as they left. After only a short while she felt settled on his back, comfortable even, and once they were away from prying eyes she relaxed. “Wow, this is cool. Are you sure I’m not hurting you?”
He chuffed a response that appeared to be a no and then he spoke to her through their link.
“You’re fine, Sheba.”
“Hey! Why didn’t you do that earlier instead of nudging me?”
“Much more fun that way. Anyway, you feel good on me. Wanna go faster?”
Sheba didn’t have to think about it, not now. “Hell yeah, just don’t let me fall and break something.”
“Never!”
Holding on for dear life as they sped through the forest, Sheba had never felt anything so exhilarating in her life. She could feel every muscle’s movement beneath her as her mate’s Lion ran and weaved expertly around any obstacle in their path.
She noted how he picked a route that evaded low hanging branches to avoid swiping her from his back, but she still had to lower her head once or twice to stop from getting batted in the face. Her blood pumped through her as adrenaline flooded her, not unlike it had the last time she’d ridden a rollercoaster with Ari. It was exhilarating and the most exciting thing she’d ever done in her entire life.
Who the hell ever got to ride the back of an overgrown Lion? Nobody . . . ever! Yet, here she was stampeding through her land and enjoying every second of it with not an ounce of fear in her system. She leaned forward, laying her face on the thick, soft mane and loosened her grip long enough to wrap her arms around his neck. “I love you, Fox!” she yelled. “Now find us a secluded spot so I can show you.”
His paws slowed, from a hard pounding on the ground to a slow padding, and he veered back to a small copse of trees they’d passed a few minutes earlier. She stayed in her position, low, hugging him, her face wrapped in his bushy mane, inhaling his scent. It was intoxicating and erotic. She’d know it anywhere and she’d be able to scent him for miles, find him no matter where he was, and that’s just how she liked it.
He was hers and hers alone. Nobody could doubt that now and the Pack would never question her, or her mate ever again. She was ecstatically happy and so aroused by the ride on his back that she ended up giggling like a damn high school girl as he came to a stop and lowered to the ground so she could get off.
She removed his clothes and noticed his boots were gone. Oh well, tough. At least he’d have clothes. Sheba was still grinning as she started to undress, Fox transforming quickly and striding toward her, his hands stilling her. “Let me, but please, tell me what the heck were you laughing at?”
“I’m not sure.” She grinned back. “I’m high as a kite. You put Tucker in his place, and by the way, he was the last person I expected us to have a problem with. And the whole Pack was kinda overwhelmed by you. You should’ve seen Dion’s face, it was priceless. The whole thing was surreal and then riding on you was just like a dream. It’s been amazing how today has gone so far. I have to say there’s only one thing that could’ve made it better though.”
Fox stopped, already having relieved her of her shirt and started on her jeans. “What? Did I forget to do something?”
“No, no you didn’t. But if we’d stopped once we were out of sight of the Pack, and I had stripped and ridden you naked—boy! I think that would’ve made that fucking mind-blowing! Can we do that? Not right now, ‘cause we have other business to attend to. But another time? Can we?”
Fox cocked his head, smirking. “I think that can be arranged. So I take it you enjoyed our little jaunt?”
“Enjoyed it? I freaking loved it.” Sheba pulled him in close, sniffing him. “Your scent is so intoxicating . . . it’s such a turn on it’s going to be hard to actually do a day’s work, Fox. How am I supposed to just go around and do normal stuff when you’re around? Huh? Tell me how I’m to do that?”
“Wow, if this is what happens, then I’ll take you out every damn day, My Queen.” Fox’s hands made light work of the rest of her clothes then dropped to his knees. “And just for the record, you do the same to me. This,”—he inhaled sharply between her thighs, the soft breaths against her causing her pulse to quicken and her skin to tingle—“drives me insane.”
“I don’t want soft, or slow, Fox.” Sheba panted, her need for her mate escalating by the second.
“Fair enough, baby.” A rumble in his chest broke free as he pulled her down, setting her on the soft grass and caging her beneath him, his hands on either side of her head. “Fast and hard it is. Legs up, over my shoulders, Sheba.”
She wiggled to do as she was told because he refused to move, merely staring hard at her as he licked his
