Shyla sat behind me on my Harley, her arms wrapped tightly around my waist, holding on like she’d never let go. Stopping in front of the cabin, I cut the engine, then turned my head for a kiss. It was long, slow, and had me hard within seconds. Fuck. I wanted her.
“Let’s go for a run,” she breathed, nibbling on my bottom lip. “My cat’s clawing at me to get out.”
“Let’s go,” I agreed, groaning when she got off the bike, taking her warmth with her.
Grabbing the bag, we’d brought, I took it inside and threw it on the one bed in the small cabin, hurrying back just in time to see my mate shift. One moment, she was gloriously naked, the next, their stood an ocelot. I’d never seen one in person before. She was gorgeous. Her black, orange, and white coat gleamed brightly in the sun, and I couldn’t resist reaching out to stroke her soft fur. She stood still for a moment, purring contentedly, and then she sprang away from me, streaking off across the open land.
I didn’t waste any time stripping, then shifting and taking chase, but it still took me awhile to catch her. She was small, maybe forty-five to fifty pounds at the most, and fast. She was teasing me, playing with me, and it was driving me crazy. Finally, after a good twenty minutes, I caught up with her. Pouncing, I pinned her to the ground and held her there for a moment until she stopped struggling.
Backing away, I shifted, my heart pounding as I stared at her. “Shift,” I growled, reaching down to take my cock in my hand, slowly beginning to pump it.
One moment there was a magnificent cat in front of me, the next a woman so beautiful I couldn’t believe she was my mate.
Her eyes on my dick, she bared her teeth, growling, “Mine!”
I grinned, continuing to stroke myself. “Come and get it,” I teased.
“Mine,” she snarled again, quickly closing the distance between us, pulling my hand away and replacing it with her own.
I shuddered, pleasure slamming through me at the feel of her skin on mine. I moved closer, my hand going to her mound, one finger sliding inside her slickness. I slipped another finger inside and began to move them in and out as I rubbed her clit with my thumb, a low growl of satisfaction leaving me when she screamed my name.
Removing my fingers, I brought them to my mouth and licked them, a slow grin appearing as her eyes flared in arousal.
“Griff,” she purred, letting go of my cock to wrap her arms around my neck as she rubbed her body up against mine.
“Fuck, Shyla,” I groaned, grasping her hips and lifting her up, and then settling her hot core over my length. She moaned loudly, moving her hips so that I slid in and out of her. “You feel so good.”
“You too,” she gasped, her body shaking as she raked her claws down my back.
Unable to stand it any longer, I slipped out of her, laid her down on the grass, and quickly slid back inside. Then, I began to move. My hips jacked back and forth as I took her, her throaty cries making me move faster. “Shyla, my mate, I love you so fucking much,” I growled, unable to wait any longer to tell her.
My eyes on the mate mark, I sank my teeth in deep just as she moaned, “Love you, too, Griff!”
I felt her fangs find my shoulder, and her pussy tighten around me, sucking me in deep, just as I came. “Mine,” she whispered again, holding me close.
“Always.”
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About the Author
Dawn Sullivan has a wonderful, supportive husband, and three beautiful children. She enjoys spending time with them, which normally involves some baseball, shooting hoops, taking walks, watching movies, and reading.
Her passion for reading began at a very young age and only grew over time. Whether she was bringing home a book from the library or sneaking one of her mother's romance novels to read by the light in the hallway when she was supposed to be sleeping, Dawn always had a book. She reads several different genres and subgenres, but Paranormal Romance and Romantic Suspense are her favorites.
Dawn has always made up stories of her own, and finally decided to start sharing them with others. She hopes everyone enjoys reading them as much as she enjoys writing them.
Other books by Dawn Sullivan
Rare Series
Book 1 Nico’s Heart
Book 2 Phoenix’s Fate
Book 3 Trace’s Temptation
Book 4 Saving Storm
Book 5 Angel’s Destiny
Book 6 Jaxson’s Justice
Book 7 Rikki’s Awakening
White River Wolves Series
Book 1 Josie’s Miracle
Book 2 Slade’s Desire
Book 3 Janie’s Salvation
Book 4 Sable’s Fire
Serenity Springs Series
Book 1 Tempting His Heart
Book 2 Healing Her Spirit
Book 3 Saving His Soul
Book 4 A Caldwell Wedding
Book 5 Keeping Her Trust
Alluring Assassins
Book 1 Cassia
Sass and Growl
Book 1 His Bunny Kicks Sass
Book 2 Protecting His Fox’s Sass
Book 3 Accepting His Witch’s Sass
Chosen By Destiny
Book 1 Blayke
Book 2 Bellame
Part XII
A Slash in the Dark
East Texas Dark Leopards
By Samantha Conley
© 2020 Samantha Conley
Prologue
Slash 18 years ago
The fallen leaves crunch under my paws as I dart past the trees. Waning sunlight filters through the tall canopy, making the forest gloomy. The wind rushes by tickling my whiskers. A
