“I see you followed my breadcrumbs,” Laura said.
She stood naked by the bed, all lush curves and soft skin. He dropped her blouse and bra atop the pants and reached for the hem of his shirt, jerking it over his head and tossing it aside as he toed off his shoes.
“Did I miss a crumb?”
She gave him a questioning look then grinned. “You mean my panties?”
He nodded, popping the button on his jeans and lowering the zipper.
“I wasn’t wearing any,” she murmured, climbing onto the bed and crawling across it toward him before rising on her knees to face him.
He groaned, shoving the material wide then tugging it and his underwear down his legs and off. He gripped his cock with one hand, stroking his palm over the thick stalk while he prowled toward her. She met him with a crash, gripping his shoulders and jerking him to her. Their mouths clashed, biting and sucking at each other before she slipped her tongue between his lips and began a duel.
He was on the bed with her, urging her back, but she turned the tables, shoving him down and coming over him.
“I need to taste you,” she purred, licking over his skin, following a path down over his chest and abdomen until her lips brushed the head of his cock. “I’ve been wanting to do this since our shower.”
She ran her tongue over the head, appearing to savor the pre-cum leaking from the slit.
“So good,” she mewled. “I want more.”
She wrapped her lips around the crown and sucked, one hand cupping his balls while the other worked his shaft. He groaned, clenching his fingers in the sheets beneath him to keep from reaching for her. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to tear her mouth away so he could fuck her pussy or if he wanted to fuck her mouth and feel the back of her throat closing around him. It took everything he had to leave the choice up to her.
“Both,” she promised, taking her mouth off but continuing to run her tongue over him. “I’m going to give you both.”
She took him deep, somehow managing to take his full length and swallow around him.
“Fuck!” he cried out, one hand flying to the back of her head. He threaded his fingers through her hair but forced his touch to remain light instead of holding her still while he took over.
She twirled her mouth around his shaft, her tongue exploring every inch of him. Up and down, she went, driving him out of his mind with the pleasure she created. He couldn’t hold back much longer.
“Baby, you need to stop,” he warned. “I’m going to come, and I really want to be inside you when I do.”
“You are,” she murmured around him, sucking harder.
“God, baby.” He growled, pumping his hips up and loving the way she took him. “I’m coming. Oh, God, I’m coming, baby.”
She moaned around his length, swallowing every spurt of semen. He shuddered as she worked him, taking all he had to give. He went limp beneath her, completely spent while she licked and purred like a content kitten with a belly full of cream. Her sharp teeth nipped him.
“A kitten with cream? Really?”
He chuckled. “You have to admit it fits right now.”
“For you, maybe,” she said. “You’re the one who’s content. I’m still waiting.”
He flipped them over, pushing up on his arms over her. “I should do something about that.”
“You should,” she agreed.
He took her mouth again, tasting himself on her tongue. There was something erotic about that, and he wondered if she felt the same when she encountered herself on his lips.
“I do,” she panted when he broke the kiss to move lower.
He skimmed across the tops of her breasts and latched on to one succulent nipple, taking greedy pulls that had her clasping his head and pressing him closer. His mate was hungry for her pleasure, and he planned to give it to her. He scraped his teeth over the tight bud before releasing it and moving over to lavish the other with equal attention.
She thrashed her legs, pressing the cleft of her sex against him as he brushed his lips over her stomach. He smelled the musky scent of her pussy, and it made his mouth water with desire. He slipped his tongue between her plump folds and found the hard kernel of her clitoris and rubbed over it. Spreading her wide with one hand, he really tasted her and explored every inch of her before dipping his tongue inside and swirling it around her channel.
“Finn,” she moaned, her fingers clenching in his hair.
He returned to her clit, gripping it with his lips and tugging on it before letting go and blowing a puff of air over it. He slid his hand down to thrust two fingers inside her and groaned at the way she gripped him. Taking her to the edge, he held her there, kept her hovering, begging and pleading for him to send her flying.
“Soon, baby,” he promised, rubbing his chin over her clit, knowing she liked the feel of his beard against her there.
“Now,” she demanded, lifting into him. “Make me come.”
He gave in with a groan, granting her flight and reveling in her scream of his name as she soared. He gave her no time to recover. His cock was fully engorged and ready to claim the second part of her earlier promise to let him fuck both her mouth and her pussy.
“Yes,” she cried as he rose over her, spreading her thighs wider with his.
This was how he wanted her. Thrashing beneath him, clawing at his back and screaming for more, always for more. He thrust hard, penetrating her sex with his and not stopping until his balls tapped against her flesh. Her thighs clung to his hips, and her feet wrapped around the backs of his legs. She moved her arms, sliding them under his and running her hands up to clutch his shoulders, her nails digging for purchase.
“That’s it, baby. Hold on to me.”
She pulled herself up, licking over his neck and zoning in on the mark she’d given him.
“Not yet, baby,” he crooned. “I’m not ready to stop.”
It would be over if she sank those sharp teeth of hers into him, and he wasn’t ready to come again yet. She felt too good, too perfect.
“Turn over,” he told her. “I want to take you from behind.”
“Yes,” she agreed, releasing her hold on him so he could push himself up and off of her. She rolled over, coming up on her hands and knees and glancing back at him over her shoulder. “Mount me.”
He growled at her choice of phrasing, easily reading her wicked thoughts and knowing she’d chosen the words on purpose. He gripped her hips, pulling her back until her lush ass bumped his groin, his cock slipping between her rear cheeks.
“I want to take you there,” he warned, rubbing along her seam. “Want to lube that tight hole and work my way inside, nice and slow.”
“Yes,” she agreed, pressing into him.
“Not yet,” he crooned, gripping his dick and moving it down to her sex. “I want my pussy right now.” He drove deep, and they both cried out at the added depth. She dropped her chest to the mattress, lifting her ass higher for his strokes.
“Harder!” she cried.
He tightened his grip on her hips, slamming his cock up her channel then slowly dragging it back out.
“Oh, God,” she whimpered. “Yes! Yes!”
He picked the pace up, riding her fast then forced himself to slow once more, giving her the strokes she commanded. He slid one hand between her ass cheeks and rubbed his thumb over the tight bud of her anus. He brought his hand up and spit on the fingers, using it to lube her back hole just enough to slip the tip of his finger inside. She cried out at the small invasion, her pussy clamping down on his cock, and he knew she liked the way it felt. He swirled the digit inside her, stretching her.
“Yes,” she moaned. “God, yes!”
He kept his finger there, holding it still as he rode her pussy.
“I’m close, baby. I’m going to come. Come with me. Let me feel your pussy milking my cock. Take every drop of cum, baby. Let that pussy suck it out.”
She rocked back into him, meeting his every thrust.
“Fuck me,” she pleaded, and he knew what she wanted through the link they shared.
He pressed his finger deeper, impaling her on the digit then pulling it back and driving it in again. She tossed her head back and forth against the mattress, hoarse cries leaving her lips to spill on the air. His release built in his balls, and he knew he was on the edge. He dropped over her, trapping his hand between them and sliding the other one under to find her clit. He brushed over the bud then pressed down and rubbed hard circles.
She came with a roar, and he answered with one of his own as his release spurted to fill her.
“Mine,” he rumbled and bit down on her neck. She jerked beneath him, and her pussy clamped down like a vise, becoming almost painful as she forced more semen from the tip.
They collapsed on the bed, and he gingerly removed his finger from her ass. Laura groaned and shuddered against him, as the slight movement seemed to trigger another, smaller orgasm for her. He managed to maneuver them onto their sides, him snug against her back while they both recovered.
“You amaze me,” he rumbled.
“Mmm,” she agreed. “Shower and food. Then I can amaze you all over again.”
“Insatiable wench,” he teased.
She turned until she faced him. “I have another idea.”
He lifted a brow, waiting for her to continue.
“Shower, food then a run. I think your lynx should meet my leopard.”
“I like that idea,” Finn agreed. “I like that idea a lot.”
* * * *
“Follow me,” Laura told Finn before stepping out the back door in nothing but her skin. It would be fur soon enough.
“I’ll be nipping at your heels,” he purred then jerked her against his chest and kissed her breathless.
They’d made love again in the shower and barely made it through dinner without pawing at each other again. It probably didn’t help matters that they’d forgone putting on any clothing. There was just something about her mate that made her want him constantly. He smiled, and she was wet with need. One touch and she would do anything he desired.
“Just try to keep up,” she taunted when they broke the kiss.
He gave her ass a smack that had her giggling. She turned her back to him, giving a shake of her backside as she took a few steps away. She took a deep breath, centering herself. She was nervous for some reason. Probably because her mate was watching, was going to get his first real look at her beast.
“I already love your spirit, baby. Show me.”
His words wrapped around her like a warm hug. She let her animal free and felt the burn as muscles stretched and bones shifted. Another deep breath and her animal was free and flying across the ground. There was something about being swaddled in fur, senses ignited, that made everything around her come alive. The moon was brighter. The air sweeter. Even the grass and dirt felt softer beneath her feet. She glanced back at her mate and almost lost her footing at the love that shone back at her.
He snapped his teeth at her hind leg, making her growl, and she swore she heard his lynx laugh at her. Then he was off around her, running faster than a normal lynx would ever be able to. She stayed with him, darting in front then around several times, teasing him. They played, enjoying the night and each other. They ran the perimeter of the land now owned by the pride then slowed their pace on the way back.
Finn stopped in the shadows of the brief woods that dusted the land. She followed him in and flared her nostrils as he turned and began stalking her. She moved deeper into the shadows. She knew what he wanted, felt his need and returned it.
She let him chase her, the lust rising higher with every capture and escape. Her animal craved this type of bond, this sexual claim, and she felt his did, as well. The next time he cornered her, she didn’t try to escape. She flashed her teeth, let a roar rumble in her chest as she issued a challenge for dominance. If he wanted her, he’d have to take her by showing he was stronger. It was the only way.
They snarled and parried, snapping their jaws at each other and giving nips. Finn nudged her with his head, pressing her to submit. Submission wasn’t in her leopard. He would have to prove his dominance. She swiped at him, and he knocked her paw away, getting in her face and roaring. She hadn’t even realized he’d maneuvered her until he moved behind her and there was no place for her to go. He gave another roar and mounted her, plunging his cock deep and taking her at a fast and furious pace.
She growled with pleasure, finally fully submitting to her mate. He’d proven himself capable of protecting her, proven his strength and virility. He was everything she’d ever hoped for in a mate and all she’d ever need.
Mine.
His claim echoed through her mind. One she accepted and returned.
Mine.
Chapter Sixteen
Finn stood in the doorway, watching Laura and her brother as they talked. Logan looked so much better, the most relaxed Finn had seen him in far too long. The last couple days had been good, and it seemed the injections were working. Clara stayed snuggled next to him as if afraid to let him out of her sight, something Finn understood. Since the moment he and Laura had finally come together in her house, now their house, he’d been reluctant to stray too far from her.
“Stop hovering, mate, and come here,” Laura called out, making him grin.
“I stopped in to give you guys an update. Tah just heard from Gabriel.”
“What’d they find?” Laura asked, coming to her feet. Finn wished he had better news for her.
“The lab’s gone. Burned to the ground. There were four bodies left in the rubble. Murphy and Daniel dug through the mess while Gabriel and Kenzie did a wider search of the area.”
“Anything?” Logan asked.
“Not a lot. They’re bringing everything they can salvage here where we can all help sort through it. Gideon gave them a couple names to check in with while they’re there. Shifters he trusts and who may have more information for us,” Finn continued. “Murphy took pictures of the wreckage. It’s hard to tell if it was started intentionally or not.”
“The only reason they’d burn their own lab would be to hide something,” Laura said. “Four bodies? I wish I could remember whether or not there were others there with me. I can’t imagine Gabriel leaving anyone behind. It’s not like him. I wasn’t in great shape though. I would have been a liability. Plus he was dealing with the fact he’d been forced to leave his mate behind.”