"Three-two-one," I rush and pick her up by her upper arms. I toss her onto the bed on her back and yank down her bra cups. I go to town on her right breast, sucking the nipple while I squeeze and knead the other breast roughly. She tears at my hair, claws my arms, her pelvis bucking up for friction.
I slide my hand down between her legs. "You showing me where you want my cock, baby? Or where you want my mouth?"
She arches up. "Your cock," she rasps.
"My cock? You sure?" I rub a knuckle against the seam of her jeans, working it against her clit. "I thought you wanted this slow." I graze her nipple with my teeth.
She rolls her head from side to side. "Not slow. No." She already sounds wanton and needy. I can't wait to make her scream.
"No?" I crawl lower and slowly peel her jeans off her legs.
She reaches her fingers into her panties, working them between her folds.
"Nuh uh." I grab her wrist and pin it beside her head. "That's my pussy. Only I get to touch tonight." With my free hand, I yank her panties off, tearing the fabric in my haste.
Denali moans and reaches with her legs to pull me in. I chuckle because her legs are strong, and I can't hold down both her hips and her wrist. I roll her over and pin both wrists behind her back, then give a light slap to her ass. She moans again, and I want to slap it more, spank her harder, but I'm afraid of waking Nolan.
Instead, I pull her hips up until she rests on her knees and I taste her.
Fuck, yes.
That cinnamon mating scent of her lioness permeates the room, tingles on my tongue. I work my tongue between her lips, tracing along the inside, flicking against her clit. I make my tongue stiff and penetrate her.
She bucks and fights for control of her hands. "Nash… Nash."
"Not yet, baby. I'll fuck you when I'm good and ready. Right now, I need to taste your pussy."
"You tasted it," she moans. "Fuck me, already."
I slap her ass, then lick from clit to anus and back again. Her thighs tremble, breaths drag in and out with a shudder. I want to tease her all night, but I'm losing control, myself. The need to claim her is far too strong.
I shove my pants off. Denali waits in position, face pressed into the mattress, hands still held at her lower back. I have a condom in my wallet, but I don't go for it. Instead, I rub the head of my cock through her juices and say, "When you get this cock it's going to be bare-back, baby. Nothing between us. Because I missed you carrying my cub last time, and I'm dying to see what it looks like."
I wait, because I'm not really asshole enough to make that decision without her consent.
Denali rolls her head to the side to look back at me. "Y-you want more cubs?"
"Yeah. Do you?"
Denali rolls her face back to the mattress with a sob and I'm on top of her in a flash, both of us flattened against the mattress, my body blanketing hers.
"Baby. Talk to me. I'm sorry. What is it?"
She rolls under me and turns her wet face into my neck. "It's good," she chokes. "I'm happy." She sinks her teeth into my flesh, like she's marking me.
I jerk when her fangs punch through my skin, more out of surprise than pain. She laps the wound with her tongue as her hand slides between us and grips my cock. "Give me that lion cock," she purrs. "I'd have a million cubs with you."
Oh Christ. A lion's roar shakes the walls. I surge over her, plow in deep. She wraps her strong legs around my waist and pulls me in at the same time her arms twine around my neck and yank me down for a kiss.
I take her mouth with the same ferocity I claim her, lips bruising, tongue lashing between her lips. My hips thrust, sending me home, home, home with each spectacular stroke. I've never known bliss before this moment, and I'll never forget it-Denali, devouring me in equal measure, pledging her body and soul to me, to our family.
Happiness pours through my lion, who I embrace. We're are one, working together to please our mate. No longer do I fear him or imagine he will hurt the people I love. It was only me hurting him that made me sick.
I ride Denali until we're both slick with sweat, gasping and panting. I never want to come, and yet I'll die if I don't. I can tell by Denali's keening cries, she's close, too. There's something more that's needed. Something I'm supposed to say.
"I'm yours, lioness. You marked me. I'll never leave your side again," I pledge.
She orgasms, nails digging into my back, pussy squeezing like a tight glove around my cock.
As soon as she starts, I go off, too. I slam in twice more before burying my cock deep inside her and releasing. I seem to come and come, as if my lion knows my intent was to breed her and he's released a lifetime of my essence to fill her.
Denali's still shaking beneath me and squeezing me, mouth closed on my shoulder again. I rock slowly in and out, caressing her battered channel with my manhood now.
"I haven't touched another since the day I met you." I want her to know. She's always been mine.
"Me neither," she whispers into my ear. "I've just been waiting for you all this time. I knew you'd come."
A shudder of rightness runs through me. I ease to my side and gather her against me, our bodies still connected. "I never should've held back. I just… didn't want to hurt you any more than I had."