So would he.
Shaking away the disturbing thought, he forced his mind to focus on the task at hand. Fucking his mate for the first time. He sank to his knees before her, lifting one of her legs over his shoulder.
She wavered on her foot, but the cat kept her balance. “Wh-what are you doing?”
He just flashed her a wicked grin, set his mouth against her sex, and licked.
She screamed, high and thin, standing on tiptoe to get away from his mouth, but her fingers fisted in his hair, holding him to her. He chuckled against her clit, and she moaned.
The sweetness of her flooded his tongue, and he drank the wetness that coated her sex. He worked her with his lips, teeth, and tongue…suckling, tasting, biting gently. He cupped her ass in his palms, pulling her closer to him. She gasped, the muscles in her legs shaking against him. Her pussy contracted around his tongue, her cream slipping over his taste buds.
“I-I…Hunter, Hunter, Hunter!”
Hearing her scream his name made lust burn through him, made his cock harden to the point of pain. If he didn’t get inside her soon, he was going to explode. He hummed against her clit, nipping at the little nub. He moved one hand up her thigh until he could stroke her damp lips and ease his finger into her tight pussy. He added a second digit, loving the snug clasp of her inner walls. Her hands tugged on his hair as he began pumping his fingers inside her. Hard.
The frantic sounds she made told him exactly how close she was to orgasm, and he worked her faster and faster with his hand and mouth. He wanted to feel her come against his lips, wanted to taste her satisfaction. Pulling his fingers from her pussy, he trailed the moisture to her anus and teased the rim of the small pucker.
“Hunter…” She shuddered in his arm, her hips pressing back into his hand.
He bit her clit and sank his thumb into her ass. She screamed as she came hard. He continued to move his tongue and fingers over her, in her, until she moaned and pulled at his hair. Her hands closed over his shoulders, pushing weakly. He chuckled, licking and suckling. The taste of her would drive him mad.
With sudden force, she shoved him back and toppled him onto the area rug. He frowned as his back hit the floor. “This isn’t what—”
“I don’t care.” Passion flushed her face and made her eyes sparkle. “I want to fuck you right now, and I’m not going to wait until you’re ready. Deal with it.”
He grinned, folded his arms behind his head, and licked her wetness from his lips with relish. “Then by all means, have your way with me.”
She laughed, a low husky sound that made his cock throb. “I will.”
Straddling his hips, she positioned her herself above him and closed her fingers around his dick to stroke the shaft. She rubbed the head over her slick lips. He gritted his teeth until they ached, the muscles in his neck cording as he fought the need to slam home into her tight heat.
She sank down on him slowly, squirming and twisting her hips until he was encased in her pussy.
Perfect. Deus, it was fucking perfect.
His hands lifted to cup her pert breasts, his thumbs chafing her dusky pink nipples until they were tight and flushed. Her hips rolled against his, lifting and lowering herself on his cock. The slickness between her legs coated his shaft, and the glide was so smooth he had to laugh.
Bracing her hands on his chest, she leaned forward to change the angle of his penetration. He groaned, arching between her slim thighs to rock his pelvis into hers. She shuddered, her claws extending to dig into his pecs. He grinned. “Watch the claws, kitten.”
She blinked and withdrew them. “Ah. Didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“A little scratching from a pretty she-cat isn’t even enough to qualify as real pain.” He rolled his hips, grinding his teeth to keep from coming before she did.
He’d never had to fight so hard for control in his life. It was unsettling, but he didn’t have the time or attention to spare to examine it.
She clenched her inner muscles around his cock and laughed when he groaned. The sound hit his chest like a blow, and watching her face light up and her eyes dance with mirth made it difficult to breathe. Deus, he wasn’t going to last much longer. Reaching between them, he extended his talons and flicked the tip of one over her hardened clit.
She jolted, orgasm strumming through her body. Her wetness sealed their bodies together at one central point as she arched. Her thighs locked tight, and he knew he’d never in his life forget the look of ecstasy that swept over her face just then. A low cry spilled from her lips, and her pussy milked the length of his cock as she came. Retracting his talon, he worked her clit with a fingertip, dragging more from her.
“Hunter!”
His name on her lips broke his control. He bracketed her hips with his hands, flipping her underneath him so they were half on the carpet and half on the wooden floor. She gasped at the quick movements, but he was beyond caring about anything except the drive toward orgasm.
Catching her wrists in one hand, he held them over her head and pinned them to the floor. His hips bucked hard, driving deep inside her sweet heat. It felt so damn good, he was going to go off like a biobomb.
His jaw locked as she arched under him, her beaded nipples rubbing against his chest. Their mingling scents combined with the musk of sex and sweat in the room, dragged out the primal hungers, and the hawk fought for dominance within him. He slammed his cock into her over and over again, no finesse, no concern for her comfort, just the white-hot need to come inside his mate’s soft body. But her long legs clamped around his flanks, lifting her into his thrusts. Her voice chanted in his ear, calling his name, urging him on.
That was all it took to send him flying, to push him higher than he’d ever been in his life. Her pussy clenched around his cock again, and she hissed as she shattered in his arms. His fingers bit into her wrists, his back bowing as he came in powerful jets inside her.
“Delilah,” he breathed. Shudders racked his body as he released her hands and sank down on top of her. He buried his nose in her throat, inhaling the fragrance of her with each ragged breath.
She flung her arm around the back of his neck, panting. Her legs relaxed, her thighs falling open against the floor. His cock slid from her pussy, and he grunted. He knew he’d want her again. Soon.
First, he should probably get them both up and off the floor. A self-deprecating smile curved his lips. Certainly not how he could have ever contemplated taking his mate the first time. Then again, he’d never imagined having one—hadn’t even wanted one. But she was here now and he had to deal with her.
He gathered her against his chest and stood. She stirred when he laid her on the bed, yawning catlike. “I should…”
“No, you shouldn’t.” Crawling onto the microsilk sheets next to her, he pulled her back into his arms. “You’re here for a week. Stay there.” He settled against her, throwing his thigh over hers. “Sleep.”
She sighed, a little purr rumbling in her chest. Her body relaxed into boneless sleep. It was amazing how felines could do that. He let out a slow breath, stroking his fingertips down her side. The restlessness that had ridden him for weeks had dissipated, and his muscles loosened by degrees, his eyes sliding closed. If he was taking the wrong risk and she gutted him in his sleep, at least he’d die having had the best sex of his life.
Not a bad exit strategy.
2
When Delilah woke up, the man was wrapped around her like a boa constrictor. She smirked. Afraid she’d get away, was he? Smart man.
She’d stay the week, though, if for no other reason than to find a way to get around his security system and