He moved positions, not giving her enough space to get away but enough to let her breathe.
She wiggled beneath him. He hissed in a breath as her body rubbed against his rock hard dick. She paused.
"Oh," was all she could say.
He closed his eyes for a count logger than a blink as he tried to picture anything that would get his shit under control.
"Nope. I'm good," he said.
"That's not. Is that you?"
He chuckled, his eyes wide in amusement.
"That's all me Raine."
"Oh."
A hint of pink touched her cheeks. He sniffed the air as her arousal hit him like a tornado of scents.
Without warning she thrust her pelvis up in a counter move, making the effort to knock him off her.
"Why are you fighting me?"
Looking up at him, she smiled.
"Don't you shifter types have to prove that I am a worthy mate or something?"
He smiled, hitching his knee higher and locking her in a compromising position. He was rewarded with a little squeak of surprise from her.
"Oh princess, this is not how you prove yourself, not to me anyway. My cougar already knows you're it."
He couldn't resist her. He relaxed his grip on her wrist and pressed into her, his dick begging to be played with. She couldn't ignore the bulge in his pants, he wouldn't let her. She'd caused it. He was so hard he couldn't think.
Raine pressed into him and he groaned in pleasure. Her hand snaked around, finding its way between them.
"Careful there Raine. Be aware of what you are doing."
Lust clouded her baby blues. She dragged her teeth over her swollen bottom lip.
"I'm very aware of what I am doing."
Those words were a key to his willpower, unlocking him to her. Kian eased his face closer, his grip releasing giving her every chance to escape.
"Do you?" he asked.
She paused, her hands precariously close the button on his jeans and, her fingers brushing skin that peeked between his shirt and the waistband.
"Maybe I do. Maybe I don't. But I'm not fighting this anymore."
She didn't turn away from him as he closed the gap, his lips so close he could nearly taste her.
She closed her eyes and he took it as an invitation. At first the kiss was slow, simple. The current of electricity between them slowly pulsing as he took in the flavor of her. His tongue explored, reaching out to hers. She answered by pressing further and deepening the kiss.
The need built, his cougar taking control of his desires, his animalistic need. Forgetting whatever game she'd been playing his hands found a new mission. Running his palm over her and finding her taut nipple under her clothing, he groaned. He kneaded her, pulling at the peak as he pressed into her.
She moaned, her hands reaching below his shirt in a feverish mission. The heat of her palms on the ridges of his stomach eliciting a shudder at her touch.
As he let his hands play explorer over her body, he grew impatient. She had too many clothes on. He found the neckline of her shirt and yanked, tearing the length of her shirt without a second thought. She didn't hit him, so he took that as encouragement. Her kisses grew hungrier by the second.
Tracing the tops of his fingers over the edges of her bra, he broke the kiss and started to lick a path along the skin. She arched her back, pushing her breasts closer. He cupped one then the other before pushing up the bra, freeing one taut nipple then the other. He sucked at each peak as she ran her hands through his hair pulling him closer.
Her pelvis rocked against him as he began to kiss a path from her nipples down her stomach stopping at the waist of her pants. Slipping his finger under the elastic of her athletic pants, he felt a growl rumble up his chest as he watched her skin tighten under his touch. She raised her hips in response.
Slow wasn't his thing and with her physical permission, he pulled down her pants tossing them aside. Taking a moment to enjoy the view he felt his body twitch at the site of her beautiful nakedness.
"I can't wait anymore," she said as she quickly pushed up to her knees, never looking away. He knelt in front of her as she took on an expedition of her own. Running her hands over his body before gripping the edge of his shirt and pulling it above his head.
His body burned at every touch. His dick throbbed beneath his pants as she grappled with his button. Sweet relief swept through him at the tug of the zipper.
As he sprang free, her touch released an explosion of anticipation. His cougar wanted to claim her, the human side of him needed to be inside of her.
He pulled at her hips, lifting her. She wrapped her legs around him as her lips met his.
He laid her down on the soft mat, bracing his weight on either side of her.
"If you don't tell me to stop, I can't make myself," he said, giving her one last out.
Her words breathy as she spoke. "Do not stop."
Crushing her lips to his as his hand stroked the heat between her legs. She moaned as he slid his finger between her folds finding the warm liquid of her body. Pressing first one finger into her, she bore down onto his hand. The scent of her need reached him clearly as he pulled out to return with two fingers, stroking her.
The way she moaned had him nearly losing his mind and he'd barely even started. She rocked against him as he pressed a third finger in. She purred against his mouth. He pulled his hand away, the scent of her on him.
The war within him, fighting against his nature to mark her, he slowly matched her rhythm. Guiding the head of his dick
