Two To Go: Bayou Heat (Pantera Security League Book 2) (7 page)

When he came up for air a minute or two later, he could hardly breathe. Hours in the ring with living monsters and hardened warriors and he barely broke a sweat, yet one drugging kiss from this female and he was fucking gasping.

“God, I want you,” he whispered.

She grinned. Like a cat. “Then get your clothes off, and mine too, and let’s do this.”

Her words spoke to a part of him that had once been implanted, but was now threaded in his blood. “You know we could have company at any second.”

Her grin widened. “I do.”

A snarl of appreciation exited his lips. “Bad girl…” He sat up and started removing her boots, pitching each one aside.

“You have no idea, male,” she uttered provocatively.

“I want to. I really, really want to.” He drew down the zipper of her pants. “Female.”

“Oh, I like that,” she returned as he eased them off in one smooth stroke and tossed them over his shoulder.

A gruff curse broke from his lips as he saw she wore nothing underneath. Soft, smooth skin with just a thin strip of hair on her already glistening pussy.

“Like what you see?” she asked, dragging one leg to the side so he could get the full view.

“I don’t care who it is,” he said on a feral growl, his eyes lifting to meet hers. “I don’t care if they’re packing an Uzi or a firebomb. If someone walks in right now, sees you like this, I’ll kill him.”

Elyon sat up on her elbows. “The Pantera blood is strong in you.”

Nostrils flared, eyes narrowed and fierce, he leaned forward and pulled the jacket from her shoulders, then eased the spandex top over her head. After tossing both away, he scooped her up and flipped her onto her stomach. She squealed and laughed hoarsely.

Max was beside himself now. The sight of her narrow waist and sweet, round ass nearly had him howling.

“Now you,” she commanded. “Next time I see you, it better be all skin and hard muscle.” And just to make him completely brain-dead, she raised that bitable backside and wiggled it at him.

Fuck…
“Gone, done,” he ground out as he ripped off the shorts and underwear he had on and pitched them at the window.

He leaned over her and settled his teeth on the hooks of her bra. For several long seconds, he just nuzzled her—her skin, the fabric, the little locks that stood between him and heaven on earth. She smelled like warmth and comfort and he wanted to just drown in her, and forget everything that came before her, and hell, maybe after her as well.

Jesus, this whole fucking thing was madness. How they’d met. Their instant connection. Her strength. His insane hunger.

Air rushed from his lungs as she lifted her ass again, and this time ground it hard against his shaft.

“Oh, Ely,” he uttered, then ripped the fabric apart with his teeth. “What am I going to do with you?”

Even as he asked the question he was moving down her body, kissing and licking her hot skin as he went. She moaned and moved as he lightly bit between her shoulder blades, the center of her back, then kissing, down, down to her lower back.

The view. Christ.
He planted himself just below her ass. She was a perfect, delectable angel. Sent from the Pantera, not heaven, but maybe that was better.

Sure was hotter.

He grazed his teeth over the round flesh, every inch of his body tight and tense. She made little mewling sounds, like the cat she was. And the strangest thing…each time she did, his chest vibrated. As if she was calling to something beneath his skin.

Impossible.

He moved downward, just a little, just enough so he could inhale her into his lungs. Beautiful. He gazed lovingly at her pussy. She was so wet, her lips glistening, her opening releasing sweet droplets of cream down her inner thighs.

Hunger assailed him.

Never had he felt like this.

Never had he wanted to taste and drink and feed from a female. But Elyon wasn’t just a female. She was special. A work of art. A prize to be fought for and won.

With that thought, he dipped his head and lapped at the tears of her desire.

She hissed at the gesture and thrust her backside up, giving him an insane view. Tight, wet, and very pink folds. His heart stopped as he stared at the feast before him. It was like her pussy was calling to him.

Eat me.

Suck me.

Fuck me.

With gentle hands, he spread her ass cheeks and dipped his head, let his tongue run from her clit all the way to her sex. Her guttural groan was like the sweetest music, fueling him to give more, take more.

And he did.

Happily. Gratefully.

Again, he licked her from top to bottom, then back again, settling on the tight bud that was swelling even as he flicked it back and forth with the tip of his tongue. Eyes open, he watched as with each swipe, her pussy would clench and sweet juice would trickle out and tempt him.

“Mmmmmm,” he whispered as he left her clit and licked all the way up to her opening. “You make me hungry, Elyon. But it’s a hunger—no, a thirst—that will never be quenched.

This time, when he put his mouth on her hot, swollen bud and sucked her in, she cried out. He felt the sound everywhere. On his tongue, in his throat, under the skin of his chest, pulsing inside his cock. He kept at it, gently suckling her, drawing her clit inside, then releasing.

“Don’t stop that, male,” she commanded, her tone fierce, her breath labored. “Or I swear to the goddess I’ll bite you.”

He grinned and released her clit just enough to whisper, “That’s no threat, Ely. That’s an enticing promise.”

She turned and glanced over her shoulder, snarled at him.

Max’s eyes widened and his dick grew impossibly harder. She was a hot, sexy female, and yet…there it was, her puma, in her eyes, in the structure of her face.

Mine.

Max wasn’t arguing with whatever that was inside of him. Not anymore. It’d be a lie.

His tongue came out and as he stared at her, he flicked her clit back and forth. Her nostrils flared and against his tongue he felt her tremble. Again, he lapped at her. Back and forth. Over and over until the trembling extended to her legs and her ass and her back.

She let her head fall forward and lifted her backside even higher.

Max gripped her ass in his palms and nestled his face in her pussy, drinking, sucking, moving with her as she pumped her hips wildly. She was going to come. He was going to make this incredible female fly over the edge of blissful madness.

No. We are.

No longer was it a voice in his head, but a snarl inside his chest. And ignoring it was impossible.
They
were hungry.
They
wanted to feed from her.

Holding on tight, he sucked her until her manic jerks ceased, until she froze and cursed and creamed and cried out into the room he’d never brought anyone to—his quiet prison.

Max knew bliss.

Her wet heat permeated his nostrils, marked him, and with each gentle flick to her clit he took her from the top of the mountain peak down to the soft, warmth of the valley.

She shivered and shook, and he released her and gave her ass a soft kiss.

He was just about to pull her into his arms, when she suddenly flipped onto her back, wrapped her arms around his torso and rolled them both over.

Max grunted with the movement, then groaned as he took in the sight before him.

Or above him.

Elyon sat on his thighs, her legs spread wide as she straddled him. She looked like a fierce, sexy predator, hungry for her prey. From her beautiful face to her sleek shoulders, to her breasts, her flat stomach, and the nearly shaved pussy that was wet and ready for him, he’d never desired anything more.

She was a goddess.

“Ely,” he murmured, needy as fuck.

She smiled and took his cock in her hand. “Your turn.”

***

As she sat poised above Max, Elyon still shook from her climax. Still breathed heavily. She’d never been touched that way before. So raw, untamed, so hungry. Like it would never be enough, yet would always be enough. There was no question in her mind now. This male was her match. She was convinced of it. How it happened she didn’t know. How he’d softened her heart so swiftly, when that muscle had been surrounded by iron walls for…forever, she wasn’t sure. But now, as she looked down on this fearsome male, with his black braid, his angel wing tattoo, his amber eyes rimmed by midnight black lashes, full mouth, and hard jaw, she felt a strange, feminine weakness.

Until he started stroking his cock, that is.

Control. Back.

She grinned. He was beautiful. In every way. Long, hard as metal, and leaking at the top—she felt her mouth water…or was that her sex? Her fingers tightened on him, trying to fully encircle him. But it was no use. He was too thick.

“Want,” she snarled.

“This?” he asked, placing his hand over hers.

Her eyes clung to the thick, pink organ that stood straight up, and their stacked hands. This time, he set the pace. Guiding her hand up and down, squeezing as they drew closer to the base.

His groan rent the air and in seconds, his hands were on her hips. He lifted her into the air and held. Breathless and smiling with delight, she stared down. Muscles, sweat, tight, hard. His strength was formidable, hot as hell. Precious few could match her, much less overpower her in bed like he no doubt could.

She looked forward to that day. Pinned down, maybe her wrists tied…

It was her turn to groan, and just as she did, he started to lower her. But it was slow…too slow. Her sex clenched in anticipation, and she growled at him.

He chuckled, the sound vibrating through her. “Patience, my beautiful cat.”

“Oh,” she whispered as the head of him entered her. “Oh, goddess, yes.”

It was like Christmas morning. A new present each glorious inch he gave her. And there were many presents in store. He was huge. And she deserved no less.

Mine.

Yeah, yeah,
she told her cat.
Wait your turn.

All thoughts died in her mind then as he not only set her down on his shaft, but grabbed her shoulders and pressed himself deeper still.

For long seconds, she couldn’t breathe.

It was fucking glorious.

Max’s eyes were near to black. No longer amber.
His cat’s eyes.
He released her shoulders and dragged his hands down her to her breasts. His lip lifting with his soft snarl, he palmed them both and started to massage them.

Ely arched her back and pushed herself closer to him. “We fit,” she uttered breathlessly.

“Like a glove,” he agreed, his fingers working her nipples.

A rush of heat thrashed her insides and she started to move, rotating her hips, slow circles to feel him everywhere.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” she said on a whimper.

“I can.”

Her eyes refocused on him.

He grinned wickedly up at her. “From the first moment I saw you, I knew you were the kind of female who took what she wanted.”

“You think I wanted you, male?” She reached for him, one hand on his chest, which felt like skin over steel, and the other grabbing at his braid.

His eyes went wide and he growled at her, sending his hips up and thrusting his cock so deeply inside of her she gasped.

“Didn’t you?” he taunted. “Christ knows I wanted you. Desperately. Like air to a dying man.”

Ely could barely hear him now. With that thrust, he’d sent her into another world. She was herself there, yes, but she was her cat too, and everything was brighter and hotter and wetter.

Closing her eyes, she started to move, starting riding him. The build up inside of her was overwhelming and uncomfortably wonderful now, and she wanted the finish line she craved.

“Oh, fuck, Ely,” he groaned, grabbing her hips and matching her movement. “I wish you could see what I see. Straddling me like that, your sexy, wet pussy taking my cock deep, belly contracting with the need to come. Oh, Christ, yes, woman… Nipples hard, pulse pounding in your throat. And your face,” he groaned as she moved faster, pulled his braid harder. “So beautiful. You’re no angel of death. You’re my angel of life.”

And with those words, that wonderful, personal sentiment, Elyon hit the pinnacle. Crying out, she gave herself over to wave upon wave of delicious, almost painful ecstasy. She felt Max’s hands on her hips, guiding her thrusts as he neared the edge, and was so grateful. Her strength was waning, her mind was fuzzy, every inch of her skin was trembling with electric fire…

“Elyon,” Max snarled. “Look at me.”

Her mouth parted and she shook her head, groaning.

“Look at me now!” he demanded.

Her eyes shot open, just in time to watch him climax. As she was coming down, he was flying high. His face was hard and ferocious, and as he pounded into her, taking, claiming, she saw something. Just below the surface of his skin…in his eyes.

His cat.

Beautiful.

Majestic.

Mine
, growled the mated and very possessive cat inside her.

As he held the female—his female—in his arms, Max knew that life would never be the same.

It was that simple.

And that profound.

But even as he struggled to accept just how deeply he’d been altered since Elyon had strolled into the gym with her badass attitude and sexy grin, he realized that he knew precious little about her.

The thought bothered him.

Not because they didn’t have the rest of their lives to become better acquainted. Oh, he’d be making sure of that. Eventually he would discover her favorite color and if she liked coffee black or with sugar and cream. But he sensed that the barriers she used to keep others at a distance hadn’t been completely lowered, despite the raw intimacy of their sex.

There were pieces she continued to keep hidden from him.

Brushing his lips over her sweaty brow, he wrapped his arms even tighter around her naked body. “Tell me, Ely.”