He stared down at her, his dick hard as steel as his balls slapped her ass with each stroke, going faster and faster. She smiled up at him, making his heart slam against his chest. Honest to fuck, she was killing him with her sweetness, testing his hard-won control. So, he did what he wanted—he kissed her sassy sweet-mouth, stroking in and out with his tongue in tandem with his cock. “Need you to come with me, Katjie.”
“You feel so good in me, Ridge. Just come. I already did once.” She smiled up at him, resolved to let him use her.
Fuck that. His mate would come again. He reared back, his little mate scratching his shoulders, surely leaving her marks. Yesss, his leopard purred.
Ridge lifted her under the legs with his arms, the angle allowing him to watch his dick disappear inside, then come back out coated in her cream. Holy shit, the vision was so damn erotic his cock twitched in warning. It took major concentration for him to hold the rising need to come back while he pumped and swiveled, hitting her clit with each slam inside. No way was he going to leave her behind before seeing her come apart first.
It took him a moment to realize she was panting, whispering, and squirming on his cock. He continued his assault, enjoying the feel of her tightness, and fought his own need as she squeezed him in rhythmic pulses.
“Ridge, don’t stop. I’m going to come,” she yelled.
When her words hit him, he nearly exploded at the same time. Her tight little pussy tightened around him, and she choked out his name on another scream. Ridge bent, licked the muscle on her shoulder and bit. Her body jerked, clamping around his. He didn’t even try to hold his own orgasm back. He lost any sort of rhythm, his hips jerking back and forth as pulse after pulse of his seed filled the latex. Hell, at this point he was sure he’d burst the damn thing with as much come as he was filling it with.
His leopard roared, shaking the windows. Ridge froze, looking to reassure Noelle she was safe. Her eyes were closed, a happy smile on her face. Licking the wound with his tongue, he sealed the mark. In a day or so it would be a scar, but any shifter would be able to tell what it meant. She was his. If she’d been a shifter, she’d have done the same to him.
Purple eyes blinked open, brighter than he’d ever seen them. “My turn,” she growled.
Ridge eased out of her, unsure what she meant until she flipped their positions. The spent condom was removed, tossed into the trashcan without a care, then she was sliding onto his still-hard dick. He recognized the alpha female staking her claim, could smell the wild within her. How or why he didn’t know—only the Goddess knew these things. For now, he’d lie back and enjoy the ride.
When her fingers traced his chest, Ridge was sure he wasn’t going to be able to stay still for long.
“Hold the headboard, Ridge. I want to play.”
There was only one female who would ever be able to tell him to do something and he’d do it, and even then, only when they were fucking, or making love, and that was his mate. He lifted his arms and gripped the wooden slats. They wouldn’t hold up if he pulled too hard. Hell, he didn’t think anything manmade could, but he’d do his best to honor her wishes.
“I’m all yours, Noelle.”
She lifted up and kissed his forehead, bringing her breasts right where he could take advantage of them. He wasn’t one to not lick what was in his face, sucking on one ripe little nipple. Her moan of pleasure was music to his ears.
Noelle slid her lips to his jaw, then his ear. “You don’t play fair, mate.” She kissed the area where his shoulder and neck met, making him shiver.
“Never said I’d play fair, Katjie.” Ridge bit his lip trying to stifle his plea for her to fucking ride his dick.
“Hmm, I guess you didn’t.”
In the next instant, he felt the sweetest pain he’d ever experienced. His mate’s fangs sliding into him, past skin, through muscle, marking him as hers. “Holy fucking shit, Noelle,” he roared.
His hips surged upward, ramming into her over and over. Roaring filled his head; his body wasn’t his own, but then again, his mate had just claimed him.
Slowly, he realized Noelle was speaking to him.
“Shit, you okay?” he asked, stilling his movements.
She looked like Rocky when he hit the top of the stairs and the music played, all conqueror and shit. Noelle may not know it, but his little claimed mate had done that, she’d claimed him, his little witchy mate had just claimed him in the way of shifters. And it was better than he’d ever expected.
“I’m great. Are you?” she asked shyly.
Now that the roaring in his head was easing, he could think clearer. “Baby, if I was any better, I’d be fucking dead. Come here.” His neck felt wet, probably from his blood. He wouldn’t tell her she should lick the wound to seal it. It would make the mark even more pronounced.
“Oh, wait.” She pushed his head to the side, easing the slight ache. Good little mate.
“Need you in my life like I need my next breath, Katjie. Thank you for being you and being so damn perfect for me.” He gripped the back of her head, holding her where he wanted so he could seal their mouths in a kiss that went deeper.
She stripped him of his control, yet she gave him something else. She gave him
