Mated by Night (2 page)

He left enough money to cover their drinks and the tip. As he stepped out of the bar, he remembered the file he would need for the morning meeting was on his desk. He had some notes to make. Dammit, he’d have to go back to the office and pick it up. At least he knew Ana wouldn’t be there.

Chapter Three

Ana grabbed some of the files from her desk, glanced down the hallway to ensure nobody was coming and quietly slipped into Callum’s office. The moment she stepped foot in there, the tigress purred. She pushed at the skin and wanted out. The scent of him lingered in the office. Pure male and dangerous wolf. The combination made her bite her lip to keep from groaning. She really needed to start taking her heat medication sooner than ever it seemed.

Callum’s office was dark woods and black leather. She walked around his office, her steps muted by the carpeting. She walked over to his desk and pulled his chair back. His scent was even more powerful there. The leather of the seat squeaked when she sat down. He still had the latest file right on his desk. She opened it and read for a few minutes, but the potent scent of him in that area managed to distract her from the task at hand.

“Why does he have to be the one you want?” She hissed at the cat. The animal pushed under her skin as if to remind her she wanted him too. Callum wasn’t all tattooed like the Day brothers. He was much more like Royce. A typical business man who wore slacks and button-down shirts. With those gorgeous dark eyes and spiky cut hair, he was hot. But when you added the few times she’d caught him grinning or his eyes glowing with the animal, she’d been a goner. Sexual arousal to the billionth power.

She sighed and leaned back on his chair, caressing the arm rests at her sides. She needed help. All her brain focused on was the he’d been there before. His body sat on that chair and his scent was still on his desk. She picked up the pen he’d used and lifted it to her nose. Yeah, it was official. She needed therapy and a serious dose of hormonal control. Disgust over her inability to control her own body filled her. Slamming the file closed, she picked it up, along with the notebook and pen she’d brought with her and headed for the sofa on the other side of the office.

Sitting at his desk was messing with her head. It was pushing her to want things she really should not at the moment. A mate. A wolf. They didn’t play well together. She scratched, he bit. Great combination in bed, but not with wild animals.

She spread the papers around her on the sofa and started taking notes. Her mind drifted on the idea of her mating with Callum. Why oh why did she do it to herself? Why couldn’t she just find a nice tiger to give her a litter? She knew it was that. She wanted babies dammit. But why did her bitchy cat want to focus on a wolf? Wolves were not for tigers. It was a match made in hell.

She leaned back and closed her eyes. Callum’s scent continued to drive her tigress wild. It was hard enough to get her stomach to stop flip-flopping and to control her erratic heartbeats.

“Stop torturing me,” she begged her tigress. “He’s not for you.”

His scent grew thicker around her, more powerful. Her pussy went slick with need. The damn cat inside her reveled in his scent. She purred in the back of her throat, the sound low and soft.

“That has to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Her eyes snapped open to clash with a golden gaze no more than a few inches for her.

“I’m—” She gulped.

“In heat,” he inhaled and licked his lips.

She squeezed her legs tight because if not she’d definitely wet her panties.

“I’m sorry,” she tried again.

She glanced at the man looming in front of her. How had she not heard him walk in? Where was her super cat hearing when she needed it? Probably thinking about him just like everything else in her body.

He’d caged her in the sofa. She licked her lips and tried not to moan when he leaned closer.

“You really do smell delicious,” he said, his voice rough with the beast.

She glanced down at his mouth. At the hard way he breathed. He appeared to be having as much difficulty breathing as she did getting enough air into her lungs. She knew he wanted her. She could scent it, but more than that, she could see it in his eyes.

“Mr. Night...” her voice trailed off when he shook his head.

“Callum. Say it.”

She gulped. Dear lord she was in such deep shit. Not even the kind of deep shit a person disliked. This was the deep shit she had dreamed about but tried to steer clear of due to their different species status.

“Callum,” she whispered.

A slow predatory grin spread over his lips. His eyes brightened and a dangerous tightening took hold of his features.

She blinked. All hell broke loose. He leaned down, meshed their lips together and kissed her with so much heat she was left breathless. She gasped. He used the movement to plunge his tongue into her mouth. She purred in the back of her throat. The tigress wanted the wolf so badly. It was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. Her animal’s urges had pushed her into full blown heat.

Callum continued to kiss her, rubbing his tongue over hers so expertly she lost herself in the moment. He nipped and sucked on her lips, groaning with every press of their lips. Every swipe of their tongues was like a match being lit on fire. Her blood scorched her veins.

He pulled away from her. Their gazes met. His bold look raked down her face to her chest. She bit her lip. Her body had turned into a hormonal mess that pushed her desire to new heights.

“Callum...”

“Shh,” he murmured and got down on his knees. She licked her lips, watched him spread her legs open and push her skirt up. “This is such a pretty dress.”

She leaned back at the feel of his hands sliding up her legs. The way he stared at her body, so possessive, sent shivers down her back.

“Thank you,” she clenched her teeth to keep from moaning. The tigress rolled under her skin. She wanted out.

“But you’re beautiful, so the dress has to go.” He pushed the material up, until she was spread open and showing off her red bikini panties.

She took large gulps of breath, her muscles tight. Her nails dug into the arm rests she held on to at her sides. He smoothed his hands over her inner thighs and then yanked on her panties. The glow in his eyes increased to an almost unnaturally gold. She knew her own eyes glowed with the power of her tigress.

“This.” He lowered the panties down to her shoes and pulled them off. He left the heels on and shoved her legs wider. “I wanted to stay away,” he muttered. “I wanted you to find someone else to mate with.” He inhaled deep and groaned. “You still can, but right now, I have to have you.”

Her pussy throbbed with need. She’d never had her heat to the point her body was so ready to give in to any man. Ever.

He leaned down and rubbed his nose over her clit. Electricity shot down from her nipples to her pussy. She groaned and pushed her hips closer to his face. She forgot all about modesty. All about him being a wolf and her being a cat. All about her being a big girl with big curves. She no longer cared about any of it. All that mattered was him and her. Here and now. Giving some relief to the raging inferno in her pussy.

“You smell so fucking good, little cat.”

“Oh, God!,” she purred in the back of her throat. The sound sent vibrations through her body.

“And that purring is definitely hot as hell.”

The feel of his tongue on her flesh was like a cool wave on a hot day. She moaned loud, loving the long licks he did going from her ass up to her clit. Then, to make her even crazier, he flicked his tongue over the tiny nerve bundle in quick swipes. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her claws dug deep into the sofa, tearing through the leather.

He lifted his head and winked at her as he licked his lips. “That’s it, kitten. Show me the wild side of you.”

Chapter Four

Jesus. She might not make it out of there alive. Or unmated. Wait, he’d said it was just sex. That he wouldn’t take her for a mate. Okay. She could live with that even if her animal hissed against the idea. Crazy cat wanted the wolf. Go figure.

“Keep licking me. I’m so hot. I need you,” she said, her voice low and garbled from her animal being so close to the surface.

Callum’s head dropped between her legs again. It was the most amazing thing she’d felt in her life. His tongue danced over her clit, down to her entrance and even lower to her ass. Then he did it again. She gripped the leather, the sound of it tearing continued to fill the office.

A ball of fire burned bright in her pussy. She gasped at the quick tightening of her muscles. The orgasm caught her completely by surprise. His licks and sucks on her pussy turned faster, harsher.

Tension snapped inside her. She pressed her head back against the sofa cushion and let her body lose control. She screamed. The burning call for him rushed up her throat and left her lips at the same time a wave of bliss blasted her.

She’d never, not even when she’d played with herself, come as hard as she had that moment. Her legs shook and she held the torn leather from the sofa in her fists.

Callum lifted his head from between her legs. A sexy smile flirted over his lips. “I knew you’d taste good. Like fucking strawberries.”

That’s the moment she ignored the human side and let the animal have her way. In an instant, she sprinted. One minute he was on his knees in front of her and the next she was tearing at his clothes while he was on his back on the carpet. Not that she timed it, but it took her exactly five seconds to rip his clothes off.

“I hope you weren’t too fond of that suit,” she grinned, spreading her hands over his smooth muscled skin. That’s what she wanted to touch. Skin. His warm skin and feel that much closer to the wolf inside him.

“Fuck the suit.”

Her thoughts exactly.

She ran her claws down his abs, watched him inhale sharply and stopped. Their gazes met and a world of communication happened. She knew what he was watching her for. Scratches. Kitties liked to scratch and she was no different. Right at that moment she wanted her claw marks all over him. To mark him as hers. Fuck what tomorrow might bring. She wanted now.

“You got it,” he said. “Fuck tomorrow. I want you too.”

She’d said the words out loud and didn’t feel even a little bad over them. For too long she’d lived following the rules to her species. But there was no denying it this time. Callum was too much temptation wrapped in hot and sexy to ignore.

She took a long sweep down his body and fell in lust all over again. From his powerful arms down to his rock hard cock, she was more than a little impressed. She was ready for a taste.

Leaning down, she sniffed his neck and moaned. Fucking hell. Even his scent was divine. Like something out of her wet dreams. He smelled of wild animal and hot sex waiting to happen.

“God, Callum. You make me so wet,” she moaned, rubbing her nose on the curve of his neck. He caressed his hands up to her chest, taking her large breasts into his hands and fondling her nipples.

“Ah, pussy cat. You’re the one built to bring a man to his knees,” he said softly. “Or to his back.”

A small grin split her lips. She’d always seen the serious side of him. Never this playful and sexy man. Fucking hell she liked it. Oh, she liked it a lot more than she should but she didn’t give a damn about that right now.

She took a small lick of his skin and felt her pussy squeeze. Jesus, she was in trouble now. In fact, she couldn’t stop herself from licking her way down to his cock. His abs contracted as she slid past them. When she got to his belly button, she took a little nibble hard enough to burn but not leave a mark. She had to try to control that side of her.

He was so hard and hot. She loved the length and girth of his cock. Normally, she’d pay little attention to that. After all, it was how a man used it that counted, but when she’d been with a few who had smaller sizes, she’d learned size mattered. No matter how good a man was with his equipment, there was nothing she could do but fake it if she couldn’t even tell the equipment was being used or not.

She licked from root to tip and sighed. “Now this,” she said and met his gaze with a smile, “is the kind of sucky day I like.”

He barked a laugh and slid his fingers into her hair, roping it around his hand to allow him a clear view. “Suck my dick, kitten. I want to watch you slide it down your throat and let it out covered in your spit.”

She did just that. She twirled her tongue around his cock in circles, using her saliva and his pre-cum to lubricate his length before opening wide and sucking him into her mouth.

“Ah, baby!” He groaned, pulling her head to his cock. “Your mouth is heaven.”

She bobbed her head up and down, allowing her saliva to slide down his length as she sucked. With one hand, she jerked him at the base and she ran her other hand over his abs. She had little control over her actions with the grunts of pleasure he kept giving. Her gaze strayed up to his abs as she sucked. Every time she sucked harder, he’d groan and the grip on her hair would tighten. She wanted to scratch him. The cat inside ordered her to do it. But she knew she shouldn’t. He wasn’t hers. They weren’t a couple. Hell, they barely knew each other. Instinct didn’t lie, though. He was the one she wanted. Her animal wanted him and the woman did too.