“Some.”
“Did she tell you about mates?”
“She said that there was one person out there for them and they would know instinctively that they were meant to be together.”
“You’re my mate, sweetheart. The other half of my soul.” I lower my head until my lips brush across hers.
“Me?” She squeaks. “Are you sure? I mean…”
“I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.”
“But I’m not a shifter,” she argues.
“Doesn’t fucking matter. You’re mine and I’ll never let you go.” My mouth possesses her. No way will I let her denounce my claim. Her lips part under mine and I let my tongue dance with hers. She responds gently at first, melting into me before becoming the aggressor. My arm slides under her ass and lifts her up. Her legs wrap around my hips. Her pussy is hot against my bare stomach. At the contact, she moans low in her throat. Hard nipples rub against my chest and I pinch one between my finger and thumb, twisting it gently. She breaks the kiss, panting hard as I move my lips down the satiny column of her neck.
“Kellen,” she moans. “This is crazy.”
“Tell me you want this, want me.” I plead, nipping at the juncture of her neck and shoulder.
“Yes, Kellen, please.”
Turning I place her on the smooth table thankful that I chose it instead of the wooden one. It would probably kill the mood with a splinter in her plump ass. My hands skim underneath her t-shirt. Her stomach tenses underneath my hands. Pulling the shirt over her head, I capture her lips before she can protest, shirt landing in a heap somewhere to the side. Her breasts press against the black bra holding them in, the plump mounds begging for my hands. My claws slice through the fabric like butter, baring her to my gaze. Cupping the enticing flesh, Molly’s back arches pressing her closer to me. My thumbs rub the pebbled flesh. Her whimper fills my ears. The rest of her clothing is no match for my claws. Goosebumps pepper her skin as my hands slide down her thighs and pull her closer to the end of the table.
With a tug of cloth, my cock springs free, the night air blissfully cool against the heated flesh. Stooping down, my nose caresses the dark curls at the top of her mound. Her lips are wet with her honey and I can no longer resist a taste. I lap at her from slit to clit, her salty sweet taste ambrosia. Her legs tense against my arms. Placing them over my shoulders, I dive in to heaven. Long slow licks and rapid flicks of my tongue have her squirming and pushing her hips into my face. I soak my beard with her juices. Her hands pull my hair as she groans low in her throat. Thrusting two fingers into her wet core, I lash her clit until she’s clenching around me. Her back bows off the table as her pussy clenches around my fingers. Her scream echoes into the night as I take her over the edge. The head of my cock replaces my fingers as I slowly push inside her.
“Fuck you’re tight.” She squirms beneath as I push inside inch by inch. Her eyes flutter closed,
“No, look at me. See your mate take you. Only you.” Her gaze locks on mine as I bottom out. It takes all my strength not to pound into her and let her adjust to my size.
“Kellen, please, do something,” she begs.
“Who do you belong to sweetheart?”
“Please,” she whines.
“Who Molly? Who owns this pussy?”
“Tell me.” My thumb rubs her clit in soft circles as she clenches around me.
“You do. Oh God, you do. Kellen, please.” Tears of frustration leak out of her eyes as I continue to tease her. Her hips buck against me.
“Good girl.” I ease back until just the head is left inside. Her juices shine on my cock in the moonlight. Grabbing her hips, I slam back in. The table screeches across the wood with the force of my thrust. With each piston of of my hips, her keen cries become louder. Her pussy tightens around me like a vice and I pinch her clit between my fingers, setting her off. Her pussy is trying to suck the cum from my balls. My canines punch through my gums as my cat lurches forward.
Mate, mate, mate.
Not yet, it’s too soon.
No bite now.
Back off.
Her eyes ease closed as the orgasm washes over her. I bury my face in her neck, resisting the cat’s urging to bind us together. My spine tingle and my balls draw up tight. The first jet of cum shoots out like a rocket, stealing my breath. More and more pours out of me until I’m sure there’s nothing left in my body. It drips down her thighs, pooling on the table underneath her as I ease back. A satisfied smile graces her as she blinks up at me, content. Her legs drop limply from my shoulder as I gather her close, a long lingering kiss having me ready to take her again. My jeans drop to the ground and I step out of them. Picking her up I carry her back into the house as her arms wrap around my neck, legs around my waist. I keep one arm shelved under her ass, opening the door with the other.
“Are we mated now?” She asks sleepily.
“Not yet. I need to bite you to bind us together.”
Her brow furrows. “Why didn’t you?”
My forehead touches hers. “God, you have no idea how much I wanted to.”
“Then why?”
“Because when I bite you it’ll change you. You’ll become a shifter. That’s not something to take lightly.”
“I’ll be able to change into a tiger too?”
“Yes. It will tie us together heart and soul for the rest of our lives. If you were a
