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Crushing her mouth to his, tasting her own desire on his lips, her hands traveled down his hard chest and the rippling muscles of his abs until she found it. His cock was long and thick, pulsing in his grip as she guided him to her slick, swollen heat.
“Fuck me, now,” she commanded.
Lance wasn’t smiling anymore. Claws gripping her hips, he thrusted his pelvis forward until he filled her all the way to the hilt. The curve of her body hanging half-way off the couch allowed him to slide deep, so deep. Annalia’s beast roared in pure joy.
“Yes,” she moaned aloud, and clung to his shoulders with her sharp nails digging into his skin.
“Mine,” his voice was no more than gasps, but she loved it, needed it.
The stark possession in the word called to her she-Cat. She wanted to be his, knew it was where she belonged. The absolute certainty stunned her, but she welcomed it. How marvelous to be so sure, she thought with wonder. And she was sure. Lance was her fated mate, and she was his.
Mine, mine, mine.
He growled and moaned with each thrust, pulling whimpers and cries from her lips as his massive cock stroked every nerve ending inside her slick sheath. Cupping her ass, he lifted her higher until he was standing.
“Shit, I’m too heavy,” she worried aloud, wrapping her legs around his waist.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he growled and pressed her up against the wall.
Arms wrapped around his neck, she kissed his mouth as he continued to move. The ridges along his cock stroked her sensitive flesh as he drove in and out of her heat.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, she whimpered.
Her pleasure grew and her Tigress surged forward. It had to be at the right moment. She knew that instinctively. The moment her orgasm began, her sheath tightened around his cock, gripping him like a vise. Then Annalia struck.
Wrapping her jaws around his right shoulder, she pierced his tender flesh, giving him her mating mark. Lance cried out. His cock grew bigger, harder inside of her with the strength of his orgasm.
“Mate,” he roared the word, and her Tigress went nuts.
The beast roared proudly as blood filled her mouth, hot and sweet with hints of his own wintergreen scent. She swallowed it down like the animal she was, then released him, and licked the wounds closed.
Still trembling with the force of their coming together, Lance somehow managed to get them to the bedroom.
“That was,” she was still panting, trying to get a hold of her breathing.
“Yeah,” he nuzzled her cheek, “Need your pump?”
“No,” she smiled, and meant it.
This breathlessness was entirely welcome.
