Fated for the Lion (2 page)

He knew he should force her out the door. Separate himself
from her before he did something stupid and irreversible. Just because she
tempted man and beast didn’t mean he could do as he pleased. He didn’t need Nephilim
breathing down his neck because his mate ran screaming when she figured out
what he’d done. Even if the lion wanted to roll her in their scent and not let
her leave the bed for days.

Lena whimpered when he pulled away from their kiss. He
pressed his nose to the crook of her neck and breathed deeply. His lion rolled
happily on his back and bathed in the scent of their mate. With a sigh, she
tilted her head to the side to allow him better access.

He froze. She would have no idea what the gesture meant to
him. His cock strained against his slacks, and it was only sheer will that kept
him from ripping the clothes from her body. He wouldn’t rush anything. He would
savor every little bit of Lena he could get.

“Why me? You can do so much better than this.” She gestured
at her curvy body, and he heard the incredulity in her voice. It drove the
beast back enough for him to regain control.

Reaching for her with a growl, he pulled her off her stool
and against his body. Lena gasped as he molded their bodies together. She was
shorter than he remembered, and he could almost cover her entire back with both
hands. His solid chest wasn’t the only thing hard against her, either. She
swallowed at the thick pressure against her stomach.

She couldn’t help but peek between their bodies, and nearly
gasped when his package seemed to grow right before her eyes. He didn’t lie
when he said he wanted her.

“Curves, Lena. That’s what I want in a woman. And yours are
so damned sultry.” He pressed his nose into the crook of her neck and breathed
her in again. A deep, vibrating purr reached her ears.

Holy shit. Good God above, let her die happy now. Pressed
against him, she could feel the muscles of his abs through his shirt. Trace
them, almost. And every other hard inch of his body, including the thick, hot
bar of his cock against her soft belly. His purr of appreciation made her want
to lap at his skin.

He wanted curves. Her curves, specifically. Curves she
usually accepted, but not confronted with Ethan’s level of wealth. He probably
had supermodels lounging by his pool on the weekends. She had the extra cushion
that would send them screaming for their dieticians and personal trainers. But
damn, did his very hard, very thick cock go a long way toward convincing her of
his sincerity.

She thought he would kiss her again, and she tried to
capture his lips. He teased her, pressing his soft lips against her for the
briefest of moments before moving away and nuzzling along her jaw. He pressed
his lips against the spot just below her ear, and a small moan escaped her. Her
knees grew weak, and she fisted her hands in his shirt to keep from toppling
over.

Lena reached between them and found his impossibly huge
package. She stroked him through his slacks, squeezing and pressing in just the
right places to make him moan. She always imagined what he’d feel like in her
hands, in her mouth, in her pussy. He was more man than her wildest fantasies
had ever conjured.

He purred again, and pressed his face into her neck. His
deep breath brushed his large chest against her hard nipples, and her pussy
clenched for attention. His exhale sent a warm burst of breath over her skin
and teased her desire even higher.

“I’ve always wanted you, Lena.” He skimmed his hands up her
sides, and caressed down her arms. He unwound the scarf from her neck, trailing
his fingers over her skin as he slowly exposed the swell of her cleavage.
Letting the scarf fall to the ground, he cupped her breasts and ran his thumbs
over the mounds above her neckline.

Lena let her head fall to the side again. Ethan made an
inhuman sound, and her eyes snapped open to see amber mixing with the green of
his eyes. The color was wild and beautiful, and she gasped. “Ethan…”

Gently, oh so gently, he eased the zipper of her dress down.
She didn’t think she’d be upset if he tore the thing off her body, even if he
seemed so careful to avoid rushing her. She needed to see him, feel his skin
against her own. She whimpered, aching and needing more of him.

He tugged, and her dress pooled at her heeled feet. She
stood in front of him in just bra, panties, and curves. Just what he wanted. She
looked up at him and heat entered his eyes. She held her breath against what
he’d do next.

He reached behind her and struggled with her bra clasp before
it, too, fell away from her body. He pinched and rolled her hard nipples with
his fingers, and sucked every moan from her lips with another consuming kiss.

Lena arched into his hands, even without his large hand on
the small of her back. She wanted to preen for him and present herself for the
taking. Ethan wasted no time in lowering his mouth to capture her nipple
between his soft lips. A low growl entered the air, and she shivered at the
possessive sound coming from him. She liked a man who was vocal with his
appreciation of her. It bathed her insides with fire, and arrowed straight to
her clit.

Heat rushed through her and dampened her already wet panties
when he started to knead her other breast. He switched back and forth between
the heavy globes, laving her nipples with his tongue while his large hands
covered the mounds, gently pinching and plucking at her. Again and again,
adding little nips to the licks until she couldn’t speak if she tried. She only
knew she needed him to keep touching her.

With a low pop, Ethan released her nipple from his mouth. He
kissed a trail down her body as he knelt in front of her. He rubbed his
stubbled cheek against the outside of her thighs and over her hips. She fisted
her hand in his hair, and he turned those deliciously yellow-green eyes on her.

She groaned, rocking her hips into him. He wasn’t touching
her enough. She wanted him all over her skin, making every inch of her as pink
and glistening as her breasts.

Ethan chuckled, a low, feral sound. It sent another wave of
liquid heat to her pussy, and he finally gave her the attention she needed.

Leaving her hips, he rubbed his cheek just above her clit,
back and forth, still achingly separated by her panties. His eyes locked with
hers as he watched her reaction.

“What do you want, Lena?” His voice was thick with desire.

“Please…” Lena caught her lip between her teeth. He nuzzled
her again, and slid his palms up and down her thick thighs, around to her ass
to give her a quick squeeze.

“Please, what? Say the words for me.”

Sparks tingled where his skin met hers. So that was how he
wanted to play. She’d always dreamed about telling her lover what she wanted
and how to touch her, but she’d never had the courage. Something in Ethan’s
expression dared her on. Double dog dare.

“Lick me.” Her voice wavered.

Ethan planted a kiss right above her throbbing clit. “Where
do you want me to lick?”

She knew exactly where she wanted him to lick, to bury his
tongue and taste every drop he created. Her cream dampened her channel, and ran
into her panties. She could feel the spot growing larger as he urged more out
of her with just soft touches on her skin. He was good. Too good. She pushed
away thoughts of how he got so good out of her head. The supermodels weren’t in
front of him. He wanted her curves.

“Say where…” He added fingers to his teasing, and slipped
one between her legs. The pressure made her eyes roll back and she pressed her
hips forward again.

“Lick my soaked pussy, Ethan. Eat me until I scream.” Her
voice sounded strange in her own ears. Who was this woman with all confidence
and hot sexuality dripping from her pores? The intense need Ethan had built in
her made her bold and desperate.

She heard the sound of cloth ripping, then cool air flowed
over her lower half. She stuffed her thumb between her lips and moaned. He’d
ripped away her clothes to get at her quicker.

Fuck
. Lena was still surprised she’d managed to say
the words. Ethan loosened something inside her and let her inner sex kitten out
to play. His beautiful eyes darkened at each word, and she knew the little
kitten wouldn’t be satisfied until he was filling her empty pussy with his
thick cock.

Ethan blew gently over her clit, and she jumped. The
delicate breath yanked her arousal higher, and the heat throbbing in her clit
increased tenfold when she warmed again. Ethan nuzzled her again, breathing her
musky scent and not touching her. It was agony.

Lena opened her mouth to ask—no, demand—what
he’d promised, and he beat her to it. He trailed his hands up the insides of
her thighs, brushing his fingertips over her skin glistening with her wet
desire.

She watched as his face changed from teasing and fun to
naked hunger. He licked his lips as if he was presented with a grand banquet
just for him, and she was the main course. It sent a shiver of anticipation
down her spine.

“Ethan?” She’d meant to demand, but she begged. She begged
and begged and begged. She wanted him for so many years, and now he held her
away from her goal by the narrowest margin. “Please, Ethan!”

He licked his lips again and shot her a glance. His fingers
spread her lips wide, and a new flush covered her skin. She’d never been
studied so thoroughly, feared it in fact, and it felt at odds when he was still
so very clothed.

Ethan cleared away any of her insecurities with his next
words. “So pretty and pink. Perfect little pussy.”

He leaned forward, and Lena was lost. She watched,
fascinated not only at his desire for her but her own response to his touch. She
couldn’t tear her eyes away. Not that she wanted to. He was too sexy as he
snaked his tongue into her. He lapped at her cream, licking, tasting, stroking
her with his tongue. He traced up and down her slit, but she jerked when he
swiped hard over her swollen clit.

“Better than I ever imagined.” He growled.

He nibbled on her skin, tiny bites that left her panting for
more. He suckled on her clit, and gently pulled the sensitive bundle between
his teeth. Then he moved back to her channel, thrusting his tongue deep inside
to gather up all of her juices.

She stroked his back and neck, encouraging him on. She’d
never been touched like he touched her, never been interested in it. The
awkwardness of spreading out before someone who didn’t know how she needed to be
touched wasn’t for her. But Ethan knew what she needed even before she knew,
and touched her in ways she didn’t think possible.

“You going to cum in my mouth, Lena? Sexy, sexy Lena.” She
twitched at his purred words. Cat in the cream, indeed.

His eyes were heated when she met them, half closed and
through thick eyelashes. He watched her closely as she writhed on his lips. She
knew there was no denying him. She didn’t think he’d give up until he had her
screaming his name, but that’s what she’d asked for. She bit her lip, and
nodded.

His thumb pressed hard into her clit, and she wobbled in her
heels. “Fuck.” She hissed.

Ethan smirked, and pressed again. “Not until you cum for
me.”

She arched into him, bracing herself on the barstool. He
trailed a hand from her ankle to her thighs, and slipped a finger into her wet
pussy. He circled her clit, teasing her with soft strokes then hard swipes of
his tongue. His finger, pushing in and out, matched the pace he made on her
clit.

Lena closed her eyes. She’d die of a heart attack at any
second, she knew it. Teenage fantasies were nothing compared to the real thing.
He loved what he did to her, judging by his groans and growls. It was ten kinds
of hot to hear he enjoyed lapping at her as much as she enjoyed feeling him
overwhelming her.

He was done teasing. He was fucking her with his fingers and
mouth. He slipped his stiff finger from her, and added a second. She groaned
when he pushed back inside her, and her pussy clenched around him. She needed
to be filled with him, and she’d take any part she could get.

His steady rhythm on her clit added to the coiling heat from
his fingers pumping in and out of her sopping channel. She shifted her hips,
trying to meet his motions and feed into the oncoming train of her release. Each
swipe of his thumb and thrust of his fingers danced her closer to the edge.

Then he changed his rhythm. Instead of simply sliding in and
out, he curled his fingers inside her. She spasmed against him, a sharp gasp
ripped from her lungs. “Ethan!”

“That’s what I want to hear. Scream for me, baby. You’re so
close.” His voice was so deep, so sexy and feral.

He plunged in and out of her slick pussy, curling his
fingers to rub against that sensitive spot that guaranteed he’d get her to
scream again. Lena felt her release gathering inside her, twisting her insides
into a tight coil ready to spring. She panted, her skin burning with arousal.
She arched her back, and let her head drop back. Each stroke of his thumb, pump
of his fingers, edged her closer. Her pussy clenched around him, body
shuddering as he milked the orgasm from her body.

“Ethan!”

She screamed his name as her release hit her full on. She
shattered into a million pieces of pure pleasure as he gradually slowed his
movements. He drew out her release, not wanting it to end a moment too soon.
She twitched against him, her entire body throbbing as wave after wave of
pleasure washed over and through her. Her nerve endings pulsed in time to him
slowly bringing her down from the mountain of bliss he’d hauled her up.

Her legs shook when he finally pulled his fingers free of
her. She groaned when immediately slipped them into his mouth and licked away
her juices. He watched her intently as he cleaned himself off, letting her see
how much he savored the taste of her. It was almost too much for Lena. The raw
sexuality written on his face made her feel small. She could never match what
he wanted, not for long.

He surged to his feet and claimed her lips. She could taste
herself on his tongue, along with a taste that was pure male. It quelled her
worry, and sent desire threading back through her veins. She marveled again
that Ethan knew what she needed even before she could put a name to it.

He molded her body against his again, and his cock pressed
again into her belly. Lord above, she would scream if she didn’t feel him
pressing inside her soon. She raked her nails down his back, and he moaned
softly. His hands slid over her body, cupping her breasts, running down her
sides, before reaching her hips and lifting her in the air.

“Put me down!” Lena protested. She wiggled, and shuddered at
the pull of his slacks against her sensitive bud. She reeled a moment before
finding her voice again. “I’m too big.”

He growled, and the noise jerked her eyes to his face. “You
tell me who put those thoughts in your head and I’ll make sure they don’t have
a tongue to speak ever again.”

“You can’t shut up society as a whole.” She mumbled. But she
was chastened, and shuttered away the thoughts. He held her easily in his arms
with no sign she was too big. His muscles didn’t quake under her weight.

To prove himself further, he hoisted her higher and slung
her over his shoulder. “You’re damn gorgeous. I love this ass.” His hand came
down on her bare bottom to emphasize his point.

Lena bit her lip to hold back the soft moan that tried to
escape her lips. The slight pain made her pussy twitch for more. She kicked her
legs and giggled. “Put me down, caveman!”

“Woman, mine!” Ethan huffed, and smacked her ass one more
time before setting off into the apartment.