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“Cat . . .” The warning in his voice should have been enough to assure her that time was becoming of the essence.
A light sigh of laughter brushed across his thigh as she rose sinuously to her feet, gripped the hem of her shirt and pulled it free of her body. It dropped to the patio alongside his, her shorts quickly following.
Fuck.
What he saw was not nearly as prominent as his own markings, nor the stripes as wide, but her soft flesh was just faintly shadowed with a hint of gold in a pattern of Bengal stripes that amazed him.
“You didn’t tell me.” Cupping her breast, he ran the pad of his thumb over one softly colored stripe arcing over the swollen curve and pointing toward her nipple.
“You didn’t ask.” The mild retort was followed by a sensual little gasp when he caught the hard tip between his thumb and forefinger, applying just enough pressure to send pleasure streaking through her.
The scent of that pleasure, of her hunger, had every muscle in his body tightening while his cock throbbed faster, the stiff length becoming further engorged.
“You don’t have to wait for me to ask.” Sliding his other hand in the hair at the back of her head to hold her still, his lips lowered. “Volunteer the information.”
“When you do . . .”
He didn’t want to hear more.
Covering her lips with his, Graeme gave her what she asked for, the mate that haunted both of them.
Holding her firmly to him, he took her parted lips with a rising need made sharper for the little moan that turned more to a purr as his tongue flicked across hers.
The taste of her was a sensual delight he’d become addicted to with the first kiss. Full of life, enriched with fight and the very nature of her stubborn independence. It was the essence of the most exquisite elixir and he ached for more. Ached for more of her.
Tilting her head back, he took more even as she fought to share in the control of their kiss. Her very nature refused to submit, but her submission wasn’t what he hungered for. Not her submission and not just the fiery pleasure of finding release inside her.
What he longed for in the deepest reaches of his maddened soul was her heart. A heart that even now, he knew he didn’t fully possess.
• CHAPTER 18 •
Cat tried to fight the pleasure, to hold back some part of herself, even though she knew there was no part Graeme hadn’t already marked.
His kiss dominated her, fed into the hungers the Mating Heat was only strengthening and burned through her body like wildfire. One broad, callused palm cupped the swollen curve of a breast while the other smoothed down her side, her hip, before flattening against her lower stomach and pushing between her thighs.
Long, talented fingers slid through the excess moisture that gathered between the folds there, sliding over her clit, curving and finding the entrance to the depths of her aching sheath. And once there he didn’t hesitate. As his palm cupped her mound, his finger slid inside her, parting the sensitive tissue as Cat went to her tiptoes with a gasp of pure delight.
Curling his finger once inside, he found that ache deep inside, the one that only the barb had found when he released inside her. Now the tip of his finger found it, rubbed it, caressed it, stoking the rising need gathering inside her until she didn’t think she could survive if he made her wait much longer to climax.
The pad of his palm rubbed against her clit, stimulating it further, increasing each sensation gathering inside her pussy until she was on the verge of begging him to take her. She needed him to take her, ached for it, would have screamed for it if his lips and tongue hadn’t trapped the sound inside her.
Each firm caress of his finger against that bundle of inner nerve endings pushed her further, pushed her deeper into the rising waves of sensual destruction. One arm slid around her back, holding her close, keeping her against him when her knees weakened. His finger continued to torment her, delight her, driving her wild inside with the need to orgasm. The unruly hunger pulsing inside her had her hips rising and falling against the penetration, riding his finger as she began to gasp, desperate to find that touch, that one caress that would send her exploding into release.
Graeme tore his lips from hers, moving his mouth to her ear to nip at the lobe as he eased a second finger in beside the first. The additional penetration had pleasure and pain riding side by side. Stretching heat sizzled through the intimate passage, building by the second as he filled her. Reaching inside her, both fingertips found that spot, stroked and rubbed, creating a storm of such sensation she became lost in the spiraling force of it.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he whispered, nipping at her ear again. “So sweet. That’s it, baby, take it. Ride my fingers just like you’re going to ride my cock. That’s it, my little cat. Give it to me, let me feel you coming around me.”
As though all she needed was his demand, her senses erupted. Spasms of repeated rapture rippled through the flesh hugging his fingers, tightening on him, holding him inside her as a wail of tortured pleasure filled the air around them.
She could feel the rush of moisture as it spilled from around his fingers to her thighs, ripples of agonizing ecstasy racing from the tightening flesh of passage as pleasure exploded there to encompass her clit, where it detonated once again.
She was jerking in his arms, perspiration dampening her flesh and his as he held her through the storm, groaning in hunger as he gave her release while holding his own back. She didn’t have to think about his pleasure, didn’t have to think about anything but the explosions tearing through her and sending waves of brutal pleasure throughout her body.
The storm didn’t abate, though. Even as the cascading arcs of release tore through her she could still feel the fire burning inside her, the need for more rising rapidly. The hunger inside her for this Breed was like a fever she couldn’t escape. Even when she was certain she could contain it, still it slipped out of her control, rocked her senses and left her far too vulnerable, too weak to the need they shared.
“That’s it, baby,” he crooned at her ear as the shudders began to ease and the grip she had on his fingers loosened. “Now you can ride my cock.”
Before she could do more than catch her breath at his sudden move, he was lying back on a padded lounger and drawing her over him.
