The Jaguar Prince

Chapter 25

Rogar sat up. “I want you.” Which was obvious, but Callie couldn’t blame him. Not when she was touching him like this. Innocent? Yes. Sensuous? Painfully so. And by the gods, he hoped she didn’t stop.

It wasn’t as though he could turn off his emotions when she was around. On the contrary, it was more as though each of his senses were heightened when she was near.

He studied her. She nibbled her bottom lip, not commenting. Why did she fight the attraction? He knew she felt the same. Was Callie afraid he would seduce her into going back to New Symtaria with him? That he wouldn’t fight fair?

She’d be correct in her assumption.

The thought of leaving her behind shook him to the core. He’d come to care for her so much in such a short time. He didn’t want to go home without her. Was seducing her the answer?

It would be underhanded and dirty.

He only hoped it worked.

Rogar leaned in, brushing strands of hair from her face. “Spend this time with me—while we still can be together.”

She sniffed. Not the response he’d hoped for. He nuzzled her neck, then swirled his tongue inside her ear. She gasped, clutching his shoulders.

That was more like it.

He brought his lips to hers. She caressed his tongue with hers. Flames of desire flared inside him. No woman had ever ignited his passion as quickly as Callie. Maybe she had bewitched him. But what a sweet bewitching it was.

He slid his hand under her top. Sweet torture! She wore nothing beneath it. His erection throbbed with the need to bury himself deep inside her, but he didn’t want to rush. No, it was much better to draw out their mating.

He cupped her breast, his thumb scraping across the taut nipple. Still he needed more. He ended the kiss, pulled her top over her head, and tossed it to the side, then drew in a deep breath as he stared at her. She was perfection.

“I…I…” she stuttered, bringing her hands up to cover what he so desperately wanted to look at.

“No, my sweet. You’re beautiful.” He brushed her hands away. “Your breasts are perfect.” He cupped one, running his thumb over the tight nipple.

She sucked in a breath, her eyes drifting closed.

It wasn’t easy to pull away, but he stopped touching her.

She opened her eyes and looked at him. He saw the question forming on her face, and knew she wondered why he’d stopped.

“Look,” he said. “Your nipples are a dusky rose…perfect. Your breasts just full enough for me to cup in my hands. No, look,” he told her when she would have turned her eyes away. “Watch as I caress them, take each one into my mouth.”

He lowered his head and sucked one delicious nipple into his mouth rolling the nub around with his tongue. She gasped and pulled his head tighter to her.

He moved to the other side, running his tongue over her nipple, teasing, before sucking it inside his mouth. His hand slid beneath the waistband of her sweats, running over her flat stomach, reaching down, touching her, feeling her dampness, knowing she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

He jerked when her hand snaked between their bodies, and she in turn began to touch him, to stroke her finger lightly over his erection.

“Yes, just like that,” he told her. His breathing became labored as her grip tightened just a little. She massaged him, then slid his foreskin down, then up with oh-so aching slowness. Exquisite torture! He wouldn’t be able to stand much more.

He knew the routine, and grabbed his pants that were on the sofa where he had shifted form, and pulled out a package that contained a sheath. He’d decided since Callie apparently wanted this protection, that he wouldn’t argue with her. He wasn’t about to take the chance that she might refuse him. That would drive him insane. He quickly rolled the sheath down his erection.

The pressure built inside him until he thought he might explode. He tugged her sweats off, then pulled her onto his lap. She straddled his legs, rubbing herself against him. He watched her face, saw the passion, and it fired his desire even more. He cupped her butt, pulling her in tighter against him. Then in one swift movement, he raised her, lowering her body onto him.

She gasped. “Oh, yes, that’s what I want. That feels…yes…”

She gripped his shoulders, sliding her body sensuously up and down him, her slick wet heat embracing him in ecstasy. He tightened, trying to hold back, but it seemed like forever since they’d made love.

Her body jerked. She gasped. Her eyes closed.

He let go, giving way to his own orgasm. Felt the waves of passion quiver through him. This was good. Very good.

With a deep sigh, Callie laid her head against his chest. Her body was soft against him. He knew deep in his heart that she was meant to be with him.

But something else was happening. He felt Balam growing stronger inside him. He groaned, unable to stop the tide that rocked him to the core.

Callie jumped up. “Not again!”

He couldn’t stop the change. Too much passion flowed through his body.

The ache grew inside him, the burning began to build as fog enveloped him, just before he shifted. It would have been nice lying in her arms, feeling her naked body pressed against his.

It was much later that his heart slowed to a normal pace. He opened his eyes and looked through Balam’s.

Where is she, old friend?

In the bedroom. She shut the door. I think she’s still a bit leery around me.

That will change with time.

I have no doubt. Go to her.

Rogar shifted. He walked down the hallway, then eased open the door of the bedroom. She’d left a light on. It bathed her in a soft glow. He watched the even rise and fall of her chest.

Rather than join her, he went into the bathroom. Shower first, then he would crawl beneath the cover, and pull her naked body against his. He could get used to having Callie around.

As in forever?

Rogar smiled as he continued on without even a stumble. Yes, Balam, I could get used to her forever.

She would make a good lifemate.

I only need to convince her of that. Rogar wasn’t sure it would be that easy, but he kept those thoughts hidden.

She doesn’t like change. It might be harder than you imagine.

Rogar turned the water on in the shower and stepped beneath the spray. You doubt I can?

No, but it will take a bit of finesse.

He laughed. Are you going to give me lessons?

Silence.

Had he offended Balam? His animal guide could get quite touchy at times.

No, I think you should be able to manage quite well,

Balam told him.