Brooke, Leah - Panthers' Prey [Black Panthers 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (32 page)

Lifting a brow, she let the robe fall a little more, exposing her breast completely.

“That’s awfully arrogant, don’t you think?”

She didn’t know where the urge came from, but she ran her fingers over her breast, teasing herself by avoiding her nipple. Of its own accord, her head dropped back, her eyelids becoming heavy. She didn’t dare look away from him, though, not wanting to miss the slightest change in his expression.

His need for her shone clearly in every look, in every graceful move of his lean, muscular body as he came forward, a panther stalking his prey. His eyes hardened, a muscle working in his jaw as he followed the movement of her hand, and when he licked his lips, she shuddered with the need to feel his hot mouth close over her nipple.

Unable to stand it anymore, she pinched her nipple, throwing her head back and crying out at the tug that went all the way to her clit.

A low growl came from somewhere deep inside James’s chest, the rumbling sound of it vibrating over her and causing little pinpricks of delight everywhere. Fisting his hands at his sides, he came to his knees and slid closer.

“Let the robe fall, Bailey. Let me see that gorgeous body.”

The way he looked at her and the erotic threat in his deep tone made him impossible to resist. The look of hunger in his eyes and the coiled strength in his powerful body, as though he could spring at any moment, added an element of danger to their play, one that she found incredibly exciting.

To tease both of them, she shrugged her shoulder, letting her robe fall to her waist.

Her breasts swelled under his gaze, the need inside her growing. Thinking about nothing but relief, she slid her hand down her belly, her breath catching as James licked his lips, his narrowed gaze following the movement.

He started to reach for her, only to curse and pull his hand back.

“Spread those thighs and part your folds, honey. Let me see you. Do it now, Bailey.”

All embarrassment fled under his steely command. Hunger wouldn’t allow her to deny him. With shaking hands, she slowly spread her thighs, shivering with awareness when his gaze caressed her slit.

Feeling daring, she did something she’d never done before.

She touched herself in front of a lover.

Taking a deep breath, she parted her folds and slid her fingers over her clit.

With a gasp, she let her head fall back, shocked that the slightest swipe of her fingers enflamed her, sending a shock of heat through her, one much sharper and more intense than anytime she’d touched herself in the past.

Hearing the low, almost continuous growls coming from James, she found herself lost in a world of erotic pleasure, one that she knew she’d visit again and again if she accepted him as her mate.

She knew her body well and went over almost immediately, a small wave that relieved some of the pressure but that in no way satisfied her. In fact, her orgasm only seemed to make her want more.

Frustrated, she spread her thighs wider and stroked faster, bending to get the angle she needed. Her fingers, soaked with her juices, slid easily over the burning nub, the next small orgasm rolling through her only increasing her need for more.

Frantic for relief, she rubbed harder, a sob escaping when it kept her on the edge but didn’t come close to giving her the satisfaction she strove for.

“I want you, Bailey. End this fucking game and let me have you.”

Startled at his deep, almost vicious tone, she paused, so shaken by the fury in it she remained frozen, staring over at him.

He looked at her as though starving for her. Raising his eyes to hers again, he moved forward, his hands and jaw clenched.

“It’s not enough, is it, Bailey? You need your mate.” His eyes flashed with heat, the anger and need in his voice pulling at something deep inside her.

Her pussy and bottom clenched almost continuously now, the need to come making her desperate. Whimpering in frustration, she rubbed frantically at her clit, unwilling to accept that she believed him.

How could she if she couldn’t even wrap her mind around the fact that things like shape-shifters and mates even existed?

“No mates. No shape-shifters. James, I need to come.”

James slid from the bed and went to her nightstand drawer, where he’d already stashed a huge box of condoms. He rolled one on with none of his usual finesse and came back to stand at the foot of the bed, never taking his eyes from her.

“Make yourself come again. And again. It won’t satisfy you anymore. The only thing that will satisfy you now is being taken by your
mate
.”

In the past, masturbating had given her all the relief she needed. Now, it only served to arouse her so much, she couldn’t even think.

“No. James, make it stop.” Increasing the speed of the strokes to her clit, she cursed, tears filling her eyes. “It burns. It won’t stop.”

“You’re fucking stubborn, do you know that? If you want relief, all you have to do is stop fighting what we both know you want.”

The sight of his hard cock proved to be more than she could stand. Coming to her feet, she swayed, her legs unable to support her.

Grateful that he caught her, she held on to him, pressing her breasts against his chest and reaching for his cock.

“Fuck me, James. Damn you! This is your fault.”

“No, it’s yours.” He stared down at her, his face tight with anger and need. “I already told you, I want that ass this time, Bailey.”

He reached out to roll a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tangling his hand in her hair and pulling her head back. Looming over her, he pinched her nipple, his eyes narrowing to mere slits when she cried out.

“You won’t be satisfied until you admit the truth to yourself. It looks like it’s only going to get worse for you until you do. You have two mates, Bailey, and we’re both shape-shifters. You know they exist. You’ve seen us shift. You
know
the truth, damn you! All you have to do is admit it to yourself. Let yourself believe, Bailey. In us. In
this.
”

Touching his lips to her forehead, he groaned.

“I’ll give you all the relief I can, but it’s up to you, Bailey. But if you want me to take you, you’re going to have to give me that ass. I want it all from you. I need your ultimate submission, and for you to admit what we both already know. You belong to me.”

Her fear grew even stronger as she struggled to come to terms with the truth.

Heart, soul, and body, she belonged to him.

Chapter Twelve

Holding her trembling body against his, James fought his own raging need, wanting nothing more than to toss her facedown in the center of the bed and fill her tight ass with his cock.

He wanted to hear her scream his name as she came, the cry of a woman to her mate, a cry to show how much pleasure he gave her.

His cock throbbed in response, the hunger so strong he knew he had to rein it in and proceed with caution.

He wanted to see her look at him the way she had in the shower. He needed for her to admit to him what he’d seen in her eyes.

Although she still fought it, she loved him.

It hit him hard, the need to see that look again, the need to have her admit that she belonged to him. The force of the possessiveness that rose up inside him staggered him.

When she’d asked if he was sure he was her mate, he’d wanted to smash his fist into the wall, so outraged that she would doubt it for one minute, especially after he’d seen the truth of her feelings in her eyes.

Felt them.

He’d told her about the night they’d rescued her, hoping she would understand how strongly he felt the bond between them, even without knowing her. That look in her eyes had done him in.

To have a woman like Bailey as his mate would make him the happiest man on earth. He would have it. He would have it all.

Now, without even thinking about it, he couldn’t stop running his hands over her soft skin, memorizing every curve and valley and attentive to her reaction to each caress. All the while, he drew her closer and closer until he held her fully against him. The sweet scent of her juices tantalized him until the need to taste her became overwhelming.

“I can’t wait any more, Bailey. I want the taste of my woman, my mate, on my tongue.”

He ran his hand down her soft, tight body, not stopping until he parted her folds and rubbed his fingers against her clit, his cock jumping again to find the sensitive little nub swollen and slick. The sweet, helpless sounds she made stirred the primitive need to dominate burning inside him, one that he knew would be all-consuming if unleashed.

He soaked his fingers with her juices before turning her in his arms. Using the fingers of his other hand to tease her clit, he growled in his throat as he pushed his drenched fingers against her puckered opening.

Using strokes to her clit to keep her on the verge of coming, he applied pressure.

“I want this ass. I want to fill it with my cock. I want to feel that tight ass clamp down on me. I want it to ripple all around me when you come. I want you to come hard, to get the satisfaction we both need. Admit the truth, Bailey. Admit that you love me.”

To his delight, she pushed back, gasping when she took the tips of two fingers into her ass.

“I can’t. Oh, God. James.”

The fear in her voice got to him like nothing else could have. Her ass tightened like a vise on his fingers, the contractions of the tight ring driving him insane.

“Don’t be afraid. I would never hurt you.”

A shudder went through her, spiking his need. “Oh, God. James. Yes. Take me. Fuck me hard.”

Another growl broke free, one he didn’t even attempt to suppress.

He withdrew, lifted her high into his arms, and headed for the bed, hunger for her making his skin feel too tight for his body.

“You make me fucking crazy. Before we’re done here, I’m going to do the same to you.”

* * * *

Bailey didn’t even have time to catch her breath before James pulled her thighs apart and buried his face between them.

Once she felt his hot tongue slide into her pussy, breathing didn’t seem so important anymore.

He used his strength, but Bailey knew without a doubt he would never force her, which gave her the freedom to give in to him without fear. Her inhibitions seemed to melt away under his wicked assault, and she made her own demands, squirming and grabbing at him.

“More. James, I’m going to come. Harder!”

The hands he wrapped around her thighs held her still while he ate at her, overpowering her struggles with an ease that thrilled her.

The low growls coming from him seemed to vibrate over her clit, setting off a wave of sizzles that grew and burned. Her cry of pleasure became a moan of frustration when he lifted his head and bit the cheek of her bottom.

“I want you, mate, as I’ve never wanted anything in my life.”

His words washed over her in a blanket of warmth, so natural and uninhibited, that she responded immediately.

“James. It’s never been like this for me. Never. God, I want you so much.”

The tingling heat racing through her held her on the brink of coming, but James wouldn’t let her go over. Her breath came out in sharp pants, her senses overwhelmed by the pinpricks of pleasure that broke out over every inch of her body as he teased her pussy and clit.