Flynn, Joyee - My Angel Cheetah [Purrfect Mates 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) (6 page)

“I love you, Curtis,” I blurted out. What he said wiped away any lasting doubt that I’d fallen head over heels for my mate already. “You’re the most loving, sweetest, wonderful man I’ve ever met. And I won the mating lottery getting you as mine.”

“I love you, too, angel,” Curtis sighed, and then we both moaned as he bottomed out inside of me. “You feel like heaven, Shem.”

“It feels weird,” I whispered, still not in any pain but not really enjoying it yet either. I mean, I was thrilled to be with Curtis, but so far I could kind of do without being on the bottom for sex. But Curtis seemed to love it, and that made me want to keep going to find out more.

“It won’t once I start moving. Just give your body a moment to get used to me,” he said against my lips as he leaned over. Then he ran his tongue in my mouth when I opened for him. I moaned into his mouth as I threw my arms around his neck. Curtis explored every inch of my mouth, taking his time as he had when entering my ass.

Our tongues danced and ran over each other for several moments before I realized my mate was shaking. “I’m ready, Curtis. Take me.”

“Oh thank god,” he groaned and slowly pulled back.

“Sorry, didn’t know you were waiting for my green light,” I replied sheepishly. When he thrust back into me that time, it didn’t feel so weird. Almost as if he belonged there.

“I wish you could see how gorgeous we look joined together,” Curtis whispered before thrusting into me again.

“Tell me,” I gasped as he rubbed over my prostate. “Tell me what it looks like so I can imagine it, big guy.”

“Your back arches when I push into you, and your hole sucks me right back in as if it wants me there as much as I want to be there. My sac rubs against your soft ass, angel, and it’s like nirvana. When I start to pull back out, your pretty, hard cock smacks against your stomach and leaves wet spots from your pre-cum. Your balls are already pulled up against your body, and it makes me remember how they tasted in my mouth.”

“Holy shit, you’re going to make me blow,” I moaned as the images he painted in my head played.

“Do it, my angel. Come for me again,” he growled as he started to move faster. “Are you ready for me to claim you?”

“You’re going to come already?” I asked, shocked it was almost over.

“Shem, you’re so tight I can’t last long after that delicious appetizer of your ass. I’ve been waiting all my life to claim my mate and the anticipation had me on the edge before we started.”

“Okay,” I gasped as he thrust into me harder. “Okay, I officially like being on the bottom now. It doesn’t feel weird. It feels fantastic. Claim me, Curtis. Make me yours forever.”

“Thank the heavens,” he moaned loudly and nuzzled my neck. I tilted it to the side to give him more room. Curtis licked my throat, and I started to spin into a blissful spiral of sensations. “I love you, Shem.”

Before I could even respond, he sank his fangs in my neck. I screamed out as my brain turned to mush and my cock erupted. I came so hard I thought I might black out from the pleasure of it all. Curtis went wild at my reaction, pounding into me as he drank my blood. It was like I couldn’t tell where I ended and he started as our mating bond solidified. And I never wanted it to end.

But like all good things, it had to. Moments later Curtis lifted his head and roared as he shot his seed into me. Oh man did I love that feeling. It was as if he was claiming me all over again and branding me from the inside out! He wrapped his body around me as he pumped the last of his cum in me before rolling us over so I lay sprawled all over him.

“Did I hurt you, angel?” He
panted
as I moved up and down on his massive chest. “I got rough there at the end, and I didn’t mean to do that. I wanted to be gentle with you.”

“Shut up. It rocked. Need sleep,” I grunted out as I slapped my hand over his mouth. “So
gonna
be the bottom from now on.”

“Get some rest, my angel cheetah.” Curtis chuckled and kissed my palm. “I’ll clean us up and take care of you as soon as I catch my breath.”

“So I was good? I mean, I kept up with your other partners?”

“That was the best sex of my life, Shem.”

“Yeah me.” I yawned, snuggling against his chest. I was glad I could keep him sexually satisfied, and that was my last thought as sleep pulled me under.

Chapter 4

Good to Curtis' word, we were at his family's estate in
Rapid City
,
South Dakota
early Friday afternoon. My brothers had packed our few items up and worked with some of Conley’s vampires to get the rest of our belongings from our house in
Massachusetts
. It was a larger house, and it ended up that the
Boston
coven was overflowing, so they were going to buy it from us at a good price considering the market.

I was excited for the move and for Curtis to claim his title as head of the local covens. It was his family’s legacy, and while Harold made the whole thing have a bad taste, I knew it would make Curtis happy. And I loved Curtis, so him being happy was a priority with me.

But when he said that we'd be having a meeting after we got there with the heads of those covens and his entire household, I suddenly felt sick to my stomach. I figured I’d meet a few people here and there, wade into the deep end of this.

Oh no! We were jumping in right away, and it was sink or swim time. It wasn’t bad enough that there were going to be issues with Curtis after Harold, but he was going to introduce his blind, male, shifter mate. This was going to suck huge monkey balls, and I seemed to be the only one who realized it.

“Everything will be fine, angel,” he said in my ear softly as he took my hand and helped me out of the vehicle. “We’ll have a quick meeting to introduce you and your brothers after I lay down a few new mandates. I just need to get the immediate issues out in the open first. Hopefully your brothers can help me with those. Then we’ll get everything to your rooms before meeting with the Rapid City Fire Department.”

Curtis had called them Tuesday when we’d decided to officially make the move and offered the RCFD the chance to use that falling-apart house at the back of the property where
Kody
had been kept as a controlled burn. It would be a good training tool for the RCFD, and Curtis thought it would bring everyone a lot of closure when it was gone.

“Just catch me if I faint,” I hissed at him as he led me up some stairs. Then we walked for a while amongst lots of whispers. At least I could smell my brothers flanking us, and that helped my nerves some. Finally, he led me up some more stairs onto what felt like a platform. Fuck! Were we on some stage in front of a bunch of people? I was going to beat him later for leaving out that detail.

“I’d like to thank everyone for coming at such short notice,” Curtis said loudly as he dropped my hand and stepped forward. “Some of you know me, but for those of you that don’t or we haven’t met yet, I’m Curtis Booth. I know there’s a lot that needs to be handled after they way things were run under my brother, but I ask that everyone please be patient while we handle the most pressing issues first.

“As some of you may have heard, I’ve recently mated. This is my mate,
Shemael
Cowell, and his brothers, who will be residing here as well. I know how Harold felt about shifters and their use for vampires. Let me make this clear, that is
not
how I feel, and they are to be treated with the same respect as any other coven members. Speak now if you have questions or if this is an issue because Conley Norton feels the same way and has instituted laws that they are to be treated as our equals.”

“Why? They’re weaker than us,” one man called out, and already I didn’t like him.

“Says whom?” Curtis snickered. “I’ve seen them in cheetah form, and they are not to be messed with. I know most of you haven’t been around shifters and might not know their capabilities. But I can assure you that
them
deciding to join us here is a benefit to us. The eldest of the Cowell brothers, Cass, has agreed to answer any questions.”

Well, that was another thing they left out of the agenda to me. Idiots. I figured they did it on purpose so I didn’t know how long we’d be the center of attention.

“Shifters have three forms, right?” one woman asked after a few moments of silence.

“Yes, we have our human, half-animal-half-human, and full animal form,” Cass answered. “But we are completely sentient in every form.”

“You can’t be faster than vampires though,” that same man said. Douche.

“Not in human form, but we are faster than cheetahs in nature and are stronger than humans in human form,” he replied slowly as if choosing his words carefully. “I’ve never raced a vampire in cheetah form, so officially I can’t say either way. But I’ve seen enough vampires move that I know it would be close.”

“So what can you do that we can’t?” the woman asked hesitantly. And while the question might have seemed harsh, I was pretty sure she was giving us a chance to show the perks of having us around.

“Our sense of smell is much greater for one—” Cass replied but was interrupted when a few vampires snorted or snickered. “In this room there are sixty-seven vampires, and ten outside the room. You all have different scents.”

“Yeah? I can smell that, too,” Douche Bag countered.

“Seventeen of you in this room haven’t showered today,” Cass continued, ignoring the guy. “Thirty-five of you have had blood in the past twenty-four hours, twenty in the past two days, the rest within the week except one of you who smells sick. I’d guess it’s been a while since that person has drunk any blood.”

“Holy shit,” someone gasped.

“Furthermore, there are twenty-two guns in this room, and sixteen more in the hall. Ten of you are aroused for whatever reason. Three of you are sweating profusely, and six of you smell of another vampire in this room that you’ve been intimate with.” Cass finished up and paused while people whispered. “Can you still smell all of that?”

“We can’t confirm any of that,” the man sneered.

“Everyone who has a gun of any form, hold it up,” Curtis said loudly. After a few moments, my mate started chuckling, and I knew Cass got it right. “That would be twenty-two. Any more tests?”

“Actually, Master Booth, I’m the one that’s sick,” a different man replied. “Harold was upset with our coven for various reasons and cut off our blood supply six months ago. We’ve been living off what reserves we had, but we’re out, and my whole coven is sick.”

“We’ll handle that immediately after this meeting,” Curtis said gently. “And none of this ‘Master Booth’ shit. I hate that title. Curtis is fine.”

“Why is your mate staring out the window, Curtis?” that same woman asked.
Awww
, shit. I didn’t realize that’s where I was facing.

“I mean no disrespect. I’m blind,” I answered as I turned towards the sound of her voice.

“Oh great, a blind shifter is his mate,” I heard the douche bag mumble.

“Can we see you shift? I mean, is that rude to ask?” the woman asked. “Can you see nothing at all even then? How can you run if you can’t see?”

“I can see somewhat in half and half form and fully when in cheetah form,” I answered before turning to Curtis. “That’s up to my mate. I have no problem shifting in front of everyone, but Curtis has issues with others seeing me naked. Shifters aren’t bothered by nudity, but I guess vampires aren’t used to it.”

“Fine,” Curtis sighed, and I started to get undress. He grabbed my hand as I went to unbutton my jeans. “I’ve got a tablecloth here. Wrap it around your waist for when you change, okay?”

“I love you, too, big guy.” I chuckled while finishing getting naked. I trusted he’d keep me hidden. As soon as I was naked, he wrapped it around my waist, and I held it there. “Can everyone see me?”

“Yep, you’re all good, angel.”

I gave him a nod and then let the change flow over me. I heard several gasps and a few soft shrieks as the tablecloth fell away and I let my cheetah out. I took a moment to stretch out the kinks and took in my surroundings before hopping off the stage. We were in a ballroom, and the room wasn’t even half full with vampires.