Fated for the Lion (3 page)

“Oh.” She gasped as he tossed her onto the bed like she
weighed nothing. She bounced, and landed further from the edge. It was a large
bed, certainly larger than what she could fit into her small apartment.

The room was still lit by the evening sun setting over the
city. One wall was all window, and she guessed it was the same side as his
office below. The lights coming alive below must look wonderful from the
vantage point on his bed.

Not that she’d be repeating the night, she scolded herself.
They were living out teenage fantasies they never experienced. His supermodels
would be back to warming his bed with their tiny little bodies just as soon as
she was gone.

The bed shifted, and her attention turned back to Ethan. He
looked at her with open hunger again, and she blushed. She’d forgotten just how
naked and vulnerable she was.

“Touch yourself.” He ordered, his tongue touching his lips.
“I want to see how you like it.”

A new wave of heat ran through her limbs at the command.
Lena gulped. She’d never been watched before.

But when her eyes met Ethan’s, she knew there was no room
for objection. She caught her lip between her teeth and shifted on the pillows
behind her.

She slowly opened her legs, and could see the lump in his
throat bob with a hard swallow. He’d inspected her closely earlier, told her
how much he loved how she looked. He’d tasted her, and told her how much he
loved that, too. She didn’t doubt he would love a show.

She banished the butterflies in her stomach, and fluttered
her hands across her breasts. She pinched one pebbled nipple between her
flingers, rolling and flicking the hard bud until she was gasping. She’d always
been sensitive, and her body didn’t disappoint. Liquid heat raced down her
channel, and her fingers found slickness when her other hand found her pussy.

Ethan’s eyes didn’t look away as he toed off his shoes. He
undid the buttons on his shirt, and shrugged it to the floor. He loosened his
belt as she started to circle her clit already swollen from his attention.

Lena’s attention snapped back to Ethan as his fingers popped
open the button on his slacks. He hadn’t eased his zipper down more than a few
inches before his cock surged out. He didn’t have anything else underneath, and
she swallowed hard. Need hummed through her nerves and centered in her pussy at
the sight.

“Don’t stop rubbing on my account, sexy little Lena.”

His words tightened every part of her, from her nipples to
her core. She let out a shuddering breath, and pinched her nipple between her
fingers. She circled her clit again, jumping as she hit the bundle of nerves in
just the right way.

Ethan was too damn sexy. He was a porno come to life, and
she had a front row seat. His arms were thick and lined with muscle. She
stopped counting his abs when she reached eight, and gave a small moan. She was
definitely licking each defined muscle before the night was through. He even
had the stupidly sexy lines that ran over his hips and arrowed down to his
cock.

God damn. His beautiful cock. She slipped a finger into her
pussy as he palmed his cock. Longer than she could tell in his slacks. Thicker,
too, if she could believe her eyes. She could see a pearly drop at the tip, and
she licked her lips. She wanted to taste him, just as he had tasted her.

He wrapped his large hand around his shaft, and pumped
himself from top to bottom. His eyes heated as he watched her, and he slicked
the drop of precum down his shaft. More appeared almost instantly.

“You want this?” He stroked himself slowly.

Lena nodded. As much as she wanted to feel him between her
lips, she needed him more elsewhere. She took her finger from her pussy and
beckoned him to her.

He crawled across the bed in a slow hunt for his prey, and
she was what he would be pouncing on. His arms caged her body, and he settled
between her open legs. She pushed her finger into his mouth, and he sucked her
clean with eyes closed in pleasure. Lena let out a sharp breath, unable to
handle the entirely erotic image.

***

Yes, yes, yes
. The lion and the teenager in Ethan screamed.
His family never approved of his interest in Lena, and it didn’t entirely stem
from her lack of a second nature. She was too poor, and only at the school
because her father taught there. She didn’t belong.

His hands on her hot skin said otherwise. She fit against
him like she was made for him, and her little noises drove him up the wall. Her
beautiful curvy body held enough spots to explore for days, and he intended to
lick and nibble every inch.

Positioned just above her and sucking the remaining juices
off her fingers, he studied her. Her cream was delectable, soft and addictive.
Her dark hair formed a halo around her face, her careful style lost somewhere
during the journey to the bedroom.

He nibbled along her jaw, and sniffed deeply. Her spice filled
the air, as it had nearly every time he walked by her in school. He couldn’t
count the times he had to hold his breath and quickly get away before his furry
friend came out to play.

He wanted to kiss away every bad memory of him she had. He
didn’t want her? Oh, how wrong she could be. He’d held himself apart for her
sake. He couldn’t challenge his father, his alpha in the pride. So he did what
he thought best and avoided her.

But now… Now she was naked and wet in his bed.

He fit the head of his cock against her pussy, sliding up
and down to tease her. She groaned, and it yanked his eyes back to her face.
Her eyes were closed, and he ached to see again into her soul. The grey of them
was a tempest, and he wanted to ride out the storm with her.

She pushed her breasts together, and flicked and rolled her
nipples between her fingers. She writhed against him, her hips rising to urge
him to press inside her. Fuck, he couldn’t wait to feel her all around him and
overwhelming him.

His lion wanted to sink his teeth into her soft skin, and
claim her while they rode her hard. Mate, it chanted. Mate, mate, mate. Ethan
couldn’t deny the beast. After his first taste of her lips, he knew he would
never be satisfied with just one night. She belonged to them, with them.

She would be his forever. She didn’t know it yet. Hell, he
was just seeing it. She would be his mate.

“Please, Ethan…” She begged, and he couldn’t resist her any
longer.

With a groan, he sank into her heat.

He cursed, and his voice sounded too thick and deep even in
his ears. His lion was close to the surface and stretching him thin. He let out
a shuddering breath and pulled back, even as her leg rose to wrap around him
and hold him close.

“You’re so tight and hot, sweetness.” Ethan pushed back
gently into her, working her open around him. Rubbing up and down her slit,
teasing her until her hips rose up, then plunge in an inch. Again and again.
His lion snapped at him to take their mate.

Lena tried to pull him deeper in her, but he was determined
to make her say what she wanted again. Her voice giving dirty commands did it
for him. His dick jumped in his hands thinking of her voice dripping with need
when she finally said the words.

If he could hold his beast off long enough. Each dip into
her hot pussy, and the lion rattled against his conscious. It wanted to plunge
into her and claim her, but Ethan wouldn’t cave easily. Not until Lena begged
for him.

“You want me to fuck you?”

She dragged her nails down his back, and shoved her hips
against him when she couldn’t pull him down into her. “Fuck me, Ethan.” She
growled.

The lion growled back. It loved the sass from their mate.
What fun they would have teasing each other to higher and higher pleasure, and
seeing who would break first. She’d be a hellcat in the sack.

He lowered himself over her, claiming her lips and holding
himself just out of reach. He slid his tongue against hers in the same rhythm
as he teased her pussy with his cock. Rolling his hips, he gave her just barely
more penetration.

Lena moaned in his mouth, and she clawed at his shoulders
again. He hissed at the sting, knowing she must have drawn blood. His lion
chuffed with smug pride. He should have given in when their mate made her
demand known.

Despite the sting or his beast’s smugness, Ethan grinned.
Lena would make a beautiful lioness. She was already ferocious in her love.
His lion chuffed again. She held
her own against him, even made her needs known. It boiled down to her demand
for respect. He needed to respect her desire. She wouldn't be a passive
participant. She'd actively take what she wanted from him.

He flooded into her with one swift movement. His eyes shut
against the pleasure of being sheathed completely in her heat, and Ethan’s
control almost slipped. He roared back, only to sink into her again without
control.

Fuck, she felt too good.

He distracted himself with kissing her, fucking her again in
time with the strokes of his tongue. He kissed down the long column of her neck
as he picked up speed.

“Ethan,” Lena groaned when his teeth grazed the soft skin at
the juncture of her neck and shoulder. He licked and nibbled the spot where his
mate mark would go.

“I’m going to keep you here in my bed forever.” He murmured
against her skin. His cock twitched at the clench of her pussy around him.

His lion lurked just below the surface. His mate in his
arms, his cock buried deep inside her, it was perfect. He felt his canines
descend, and he didn’t pull back. He needed her. She was his true and rightful
mate.

He nibbled again at her neck, breathing in her lovely scent
that was tinged already with his own. He thrust into her hard, just as he bit
her neck. Blood welled to the surface and tasted sharp on his tongue. She
shuddered in his arms, and he groaned at the feel of her cunt tightening around
him. He pulled back, gently licking at and healing the wound he’d inflicted.

It was done. His lion roared in pleasure, and he echoed with
a growl. She’d bare the mark for the rest of her life. No other shifter would
dare lay a hand on a mated woman. His lion rumbled at the thought. Mine.

He picked up his pace and rolled his hips into hers. She
wrapped her legs around him, heels digging into his ass to urge him on. Heavy
panting and soft sighs filled the room, joining the slapping sound of flesh on
flesh. He slammed hard into her slick heat, reveling in the feel of her pussy
pulsing against his cock.

“You going to cum for me again, Lena? Tighten that perfect
little pussy around me and make me cum?”

She shuddered against him, and he grinned into her new mate mark.
His little lioness liked dirty talk, it seemed. It was a dangerous game. He
wanted to describe all the things he planned to do to her and feel her soak his
cock, but her pleasure rode him close to the edge. His balls tightened and drew
close to his body.

He hitched her leg higher on his hips. All his gentleness
was gone. He slammed his cock into her heat. Rolling his hips, tilting to catch
her clit with each slam. She thrashed underneath him and gasped a moan with
each deep connection.

Her big breasts bounced with each thrust, and he couldn’t
resist. He lowered his head to her. Knowing what he wanted, she arched her back
and offered more of herself to him. He groaned as he took one tight little bud
in his mouth, sucking hard.

She clenched hard around him with each thrust. Each nip and
lick of her breast threw her closer, and he held tight to his control. He
wouldn’t finish without her, even if his body screamed for its own release.
Lena needed to go first.

“Cum for me.” He pushed himself to his hands, lightly
covering her slim throat with his large palm. It undid her completely.

Her back arched and her mouth dropped open in a silent
scream. Her pussy clamped down hard on his cock. He kept his pace, milking her
orgasm for as long as he could. His cock throbbed inside her, his balls high
and ready to unload.

Lena drew in a ragged breath, and wrapped her legs around
him again. Her cheeks flushed with pleasure, and the warmth spread down her
skin to her chest. She moaned again, and it drove him on.

He upped his pace, driving into her with even more force
than before. She responded well to his every move. He groaned, feeling another
release rising inside her.

“Fuck, Lena.”

Her nails raked down his back again, and he teetered on the
edge. His arms trembled and struggled to hold him upright, and he let go of the
soft hold on her throat in case he lost all control. She was perfect, loving
the fierce slaps of their bodies coming together. His cock jerked inside her,
pulsing and twitching as he came. He slammed his hips into her one final time,
holding himself deep inside as he bathed her insides with hot streams of his
seed.

They panted into each other’s shoulders for what felt like a
blissful eternity. She was all soft curves under him. The perfect pillow to lie
on and in. He could feel his lion purring. Their mate was claimed.

“Wow,” Lena murmured, barely audible above their breathing.

Ethan rolled them so Lena lay against his chest. She shifted
and pressed her head into his shoulder with a contented sigh. He trailed his
hand down her back and enjoyed the feel of her body draped over his own.

“Wow,” he echoed.

He buried his nose in her neck and lapped gently at the mate
mark. If he craned his neck he could see it, pink and fresh against her creamy
skin. He’d tell her in the morning. After he’d taken her over and over. It’d do
well to wear her out before he confessed. Maybe she’d be gentler with him if
she were a tired lioness.

Lena wiggled in his arms. “That was a good...drink. But I
should probably get going.”

He pulled her back down and smiled into her neck. His
lapping tongue turned to kisses that he trailed up the column of her neck and
over her jawline. “I told you I’d keep you in my bed.”