The King takes a Mate: Paranormal Shape Shifter Alpha Male Cage Fighter Werelion pregnancy romance (Shifter Fight League Book 4) Read Online Free Page B
like a drug—his perfect addiction and one he never wanted to be free of.
A sensual temptation he would never let go.
“Scream for me, kitten,” he ordered, his thrusts harder, faster now. “I want to watch your face as you come. Love to see that.”
She panted and bit her lip as she looked down at him. Her eyes were shot with gold, evidence of her arousal and that both sides of her nature wanted this… Wanted him. His own lion purred, the beast mollified by the nearness of their mate… Well, the woman who would be as soon as he got his fangs in her shoulder and left his claiming mark. Which would happen by the end of the night. He wanted her to scream for him. Wanted her release. Wanted her breathless, moaning and clinging to him as she begged for both his cock and his bite.
“What about you?” she panted, the bite of her sharper than human nails against his pecs and shoulders sending lust rolling through his body right down to his cock.
The engorged shaft pulsed in her depths, massaged as the tight walls clenched around him. He closed his eyes for a second, fighting back the need to roar and lose his load there and then. Iron control was the only thing that held back the tide, and he knew his expression was tight when he opened his eyes.
“Don’t you worry about that. Just do as you’re told, kitten.”
His voice was harsh and deep with both passion and his cat, but he didn’t care. If the scent of arousal flooding the room was any indication, she didn’t either. He bit back his smile. His little kitten was as alpha as they came, but sometimes she had a surprisingly submissive streak.
He gripped the back of her hips, driving his upward at a relentless pace. She was so small and delicate that he was careful to moderate his strength, worried about hurting her. But within a few thrusts, those beautiful dark eyes opened and fixed on him.
“I’m not made of china,” she growled in irritation. “I won’t break. Now fuck me properly.”
“Yes, boss.” His smile was lost under a feral snarl as he did just as she asked.
Hands on her hips, he lifted her up, ignoring her little whimper of disappointment. Water sloshed around them as he spun her around, placing her hands on the side of the bath as he pushed her legs apart with his knee. She made that soft sexy sound of need and pushed back, grinding her ass against his cock in a way that heated his blood to boiling point.
“Oh, no, kitten.” He leaned over her to whisper in her ear. “You’re done giving orders. It’s my turn now.”
Dipping his hips, he reached between them to fit the broad head of his cock against her welcoming heat. A quick thrust and he was balls deep, their mingled groan barely fading before he began to move. Setting up a relentless rhythm, he reached around and down between her thighs to find her clit. His fingers moved in concert with his hips as she moaned and writhed. His cock pulsed, fire gathering at the base of his spine and reaching out to encircle his balls, but he ignored it. Her pleasure came first, came above everything, even his own needs.
“Oh… fuck… Logan…” she moaned, hips grinding back on each of his hard thrusts and her sweet pussy clenching around his shaft as her release grew ever nearer.
But he didn’t give her a break. Didn’t let up. Instead, he drove her higher and higher, nearer to that peak.
“That’s it, kitten. Let go,” he ordered, leaning down to scrape a fang, now dropped down into his mouth, over the tender skin of her shoulder. “Give it to me. I want to hear my name on your lips as you come. Scream for me, and I’ll give you what you need.”
She whimpered, a fresh wave of liquid heat bathing his cock and almost taking him over the edge there and then. He started to count backward from a hundred. Imagined pink fluffy kittens… the leaders of the city naked…anything nonsexual that would stave off his climax.
“No…” Her hand wrapped around his wrist where he had his
A sensual temptation he would never let go.
“Scream for me, kitten,” he ordered, his thrusts harder, faster now. “I want to watch your face as you come. Love to see that.”
She panted and bit her lip as she looked down at him. Her eyes were shot with gold, evidence of her arousal and that both sides of her nature wanted this… Wanted him. His own lion purred, the beast mollified by the nearness of their mate… Well, the woman who would be as soon as he got his fangs in her shoulder and left his claiming mark. Which would happen by the end of the night. He wanted her to scream for him. Wanted her release. Wanted her breathless, moaning and clinging to him as she begged for both his cock and his bite.
“What about you?” she panted, the bite of her sharper than human nails against his pecs and shoulders sending lust rolling through his body right down to his cock.
The engorged shaft pulsed in her depths, massaged as the tight walls clenched around him. He closed his eyes for a second, fighting back the need to roar and lose his load there and then. Iron control was the only thing that held back the tide, and he knew his expression was tight when he opened his eyes.
“Don’t you worry about that. Just do as you’re told, kitten.”
His voice was harsh and deep with both passion and his cat, but he didn’t care. If the scent of arousal flooding the room was any indication, she didn’t either. He bit back his smile. His little kitten was as alpha as they came, but sometimes she had a surprisingly submissive streak.
He gripped the back of her hips, driving his upward at a relentless pace. She was so small and delicate that he was careful to moderate his strength, worried about hurting her. But within a few thrusts, those beautiful dark eyes opened and fixed on him.
“I’m not made of china,” she growled in irritation. “I won’t break. Now fuck me properly.”
“Yes, boss.” His smile was lost under a feral snarl as he did just as she asked.
Hands on her hips, he lifted her up, ignoring her little whimper of disappointment. Water sloshed around them as he spun her around, placing her hands on the side of the bath as he pushed her legs apart with his knee. She made that soft sexy sound of need and pushed back, grinding her ass against his cock in a way that heated his blood to boiling point.
“Oh, no, kitten.” He leaned over her to whisper in her ear. “You’re done giving orders. It’s my turn now.”
Dipping his hips, he reached between them to fit the broad head of his cock against her welcoming heat. A quick thrust and he was balls deep, their mingled groan barely fading before he began to move. Setting up a relentless rhythm, he reached around and down between her thighs to find her clit. His fingers moved in concert with his hips as she moaned and writhed. His cock pulsed, fire gathering at the base of his spine and reaching out to encircle his balls, but he ignored it. Her pleasure came first, came above everything, even his own needs.
“Oh… fuck… Logan…” she moaned, hips grinding back on each of his hard thrusts and her sweet pussy clenching around his shaft as her release grew ever nearer.
But he didn’t give her a break. Didn’t let up. Instead, he drove her higher and higher, nearer to that peak.
“That’s it, kitten. Let go,” he ordered, leaning down to scrape a fang, now dropped down into his mouth, over the tender skin of her shoulder. “Give it to me. I want to hear my name on your lips as you come. Scream for me, and I’ll give you what you need.”
She whimpered, a fresh wave of liquid heat bathing his cock and almost taking him over the edge there and then. He started to count backward from a hundred. Imagined pink fluffy kittens… the leaders of the city naked…anything nonsexual that would stave off his climax.
“No…” Her hand wrapped around his wrist where he had his
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