The Cougar's Timid Little Lynx (Sweet Water) (10 page)

“If we don’t stop I won’t be able to, Alice. I want you too fucking badly, but don’t want to scare you.”

He was breathing just as hard as she was, and the words for him to continue were right there, poised on the tip of her tongue. Parting her lips, and then closing them, her mouth felt full of cotton. There was no question that she wanted him, but now that he was away from her, giving her a moment to breathe, she couldn’t help but feel her thoughts start to bombard every inch of her. Sex led to their clothes being taken off, and although she knew he had the body of a god, could tell just by how he filled out his clothes, she didn’t find herself beautiful. But Luke looked at her like there was no one else for him, like she was the most beautiful female he had ever seen. He must have seen the uncertainty in her face because he brushed his thumbs along her cheeks, leaned in, and kissed her softly. He wasn’t rushing her, wasn’t pressuring her to do anything she didn’t want to, and it was her own fears that were holding her back. He reached down and cupped her breasts, ran his thumbs over her nipples, and licked her lips in a slow, gentle caress. All of her ugliness inside washed away.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. And all mine.” He snapped his eyes to hers, waiting for her to acknowledge what he said.

Alice was lost in the sapphire orbs, and knew that this was the first step to the rest of her life. “Yes, Luke. Yes, I am yours.” A low, violent sounding growl left him. It wasn’t a noise that frightened her, but one that excited her. It slammed right into her clit and caused the tissue to swell with a ferocity that astounded her. “I want this.”

Only time would tell if she was making a mistake, but right now this felt like the most perfect thing in the world. In a matter of seconds he had his shirt off, his belt undone, and his jeans unbutton
ed. All Alice could do was stare at his chest, one that rivaled statues carved out of marble. He was hairless, with broad, strong shoulders, defined pecs that tapered down to a stomach with six bulging abdominal muscles, and a narrow waist. That incredible V of muscles, like an inverted triangle pointing to what she wanted most, beckoned her like a string of dirty words. His arms were works of art as well, with thick, veined forearms that led up to biceps that made hers look like toothpicks. There was no more talking, but then again that wasn’t what either of them needed right now. Alice wanted to feel this powerful cougar over her, inside of her, and showing her that pleasure and pain weren’t the same, and that with the right person sex could be explosive. He hadn’t even penetrated her yet, but already she knew being with him would wash away all of the negative connotations she attributed to sex, thanks to Joshua.

He moved away from her only long enough to push his jeans and boxer briefs down, and when his cock sprang forth like another limb, Alice’s throat closed up tight. She wasn’t surprised at his girth or length, because he was the biggest male she had ever seen, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t nervous to have him thrust inside of her with it. Oh, he would fit, no doubts, but it would be snug, and the threat of
discomfort following slammed into her mind.

“It’s okay
. Everything is okay, baby.” His voice was smooth and coaxing, and Alice relaxed into the couch.

Just go with it, don’t think, and allow yourself to enjoy this. This one moment is about you and Luke.
“I know everything will be okay, as long as I am with you, Luke.” She was surprised with herself as the words just tumbled out of her mouth, but a gentle and satisfied smile formed on his lips. With a confidant demeanor and steady fingers, he undid her pants and pulled them and her panties off of her slowly. Her shirt still covered her belly, where it hid the worst of her scars, but she still had a few on her outer thighs. Alice lowered her hands to cover herself, feeling very embarrassed and out of place. She didn’t miss how Luke’s knuckles turned white as he made fists, his eyes trained on those thin white lines that even her hands couldn’t hide fully.

“He did this to you?”
Luke gently lifted her hands away from her body, and stared at her thighs. He was angry, but there was also a deep sorrow in him, and it was for her. Would either of them be able to move forward? She empathized with him and the pain he had been dealt with his ex, and he felt for her and what she had been through. Could they heal each other while still mending themselves? His voice held unrestrained anger, but she didn’t want that right now, didn’t want him getting upset.

She nodded but quickly followed that with, “I don’t want my past coming between
me and my future.” He held her gaze for a moment before slowly smiling at her.

“Me either, baby.” Her shirt was next to go, and the sound of him gritting his teeth as he saw her belly and the scars that littered
her flesh had her chest tightening.

The protectiveness that came from him was like a warm, comforting blanket, and before he let himself get swept away, as she did a lot of the time, Alice reached for him. He covered her with his body, the hot, hard length of him sliding right between the folds of her pussy.
Involuntarily she tensed, but she dug deep, told herself that this was a safe place for her to be, and relaxed.

“That’s it, Alice. I’m not him. I’ll never be him.” She knew that, and to prove it to him and herself she lifted her hips and rubbed herself against him.
He grunted out, “You’re so fucking wet for me, Alice.”

She speared her hands in his hair, tightened her hold on the short strands, and closed her eyes when he started kissing every inch of her chest. He ran his tongue along her nipples, down each indentation of her ribs, along her belly button, and made sure to pay special attention to her scars. For long, drugging moments he did nothing but slowly lick her, like an animal teasing its prey, playing with her until she was a squirming mess beneath him. Her heart swelled that he was intent on making her feel like her scars were nothing for her to be ashamed of, and he verified that by his next words.

“You’re so perfect, so gorgeous.” He placed his hands on her hips, slid them behind her, and angled her lower body up as he moved lower. Her rounded belly hollowed out from her rapid breathing, because she knew where he was headed, knew that his warm breath was only seconds from taking the most intimate part of her. She was losing this battle, but it was one she would gladly let him win.

Alice smelled sweet and musky, and Luke was going to fucking
come all over the damn couch before he was even inside of her. He had known she was hurt in the past, and there was also a part of him that guessed she had also been literal when she said she was scarred, but he had hoped he had been wrong. But then he had seen the scars that covered her belly, and now the ones on her outer thighs. That motherfucker was lucky he was already dead, because if he wasn’t Luke would have hunted him down, let his cougar have first go at the bastard, and make sure he knew what happened when someone fucked with his mate. She trembled beneath him, and at first he had sensed it was because she was frightened. He couldn’t blame her, because if he had been hurt the way she had, he would have been scared as well. He was going to go slow, ease her into everything, and make sure she knew that he only meant her pleasure.

Kissing the thin white lines that marred her smooth flesh once more, he wanted to show her with his actions that there was nothing for her to be ashamed of.
His cougar was a prickly bastard right now, feeling all the rage over the fact he needed to avenge his mate. But Luke pushed the fucker back, told him this was not the time to be alpha, and that right now their female needed soft and gentle. She had nothing to worry about, not from him, and not from anyone else. He would never hurt her, never make her feel less than the beautiful female she was. “You’re perfect, Alice, so damn perfect you take my breath away.” He drew a line with his tongue over the worst of the scars on her belly, and again he felt white hot fury that his mate had been hurt encompass him. The fact he hadn’t been there to protect her ate at him as it only would a mate. He was supposed to protect her, and although logically he knew that things didn’t work out the way someone wanted, it didn’t make him feel any better. He would just have to make fucking sure she knew what a treasure she was to him, and that he would do everything to ensure she and Joey were taken care of.

He leaned back just an inch, looked into her face
, and saw her eyes closed and an expression of ecstasy written across it. He felt pride as a male that he could give his female, his mate, this one pleasure. There would be more times to come, most definitely, but right here and now he was going to show her that everything he gave her would only feel good, so very fucking good. He let his eyes travel down the huge mounds of her breasts, and his mouth watered as he remembered the flavor of her flesh. She was round and curvy, and so very womanly. He continued a downward path, loving that she wasn’t skin and bones, but so very voluptuous that his fingers itched to grip onto her lush body. The dark, trimmed triangle of hair that covered her mound didn’t hide the fact she was wet and swollen, pink and ready to be filled by him. He wanted to taste her, to have her cream rushing down the back of his throat more than he wanted to take his next breath. Slipping his hands on her inner thighs, Luke gently opened her legs further, watching with unrestrained lust as her pussy parted for him in the most erotic of ways. Fuck, even the sound of her wet flesh and the concentrated scent of her was an aphrodisiac like no other. He slid his hands further inward until he framed her pussy, and then took his thumbs and pulled her labia further apart. He couldn’t wait another minute to have his mouth on her swollen, soaked flesh. He licked her from the opening of her body to her clit, and then sucked the bud into his mouth. He didn’t know if she realized it or not, but she writhed for him, lifting her hips against his mouth, and making little mewling noises in the back of her throat. Moving one of his fingers toward her pussy hole, he teased the opening for a second before slipping it inside. A gasp of pleasure left her, and he stopped to give her time to adjust. She murmured for him to keep going. There was no way in fucking hell he would have been able to stop, not when the scent and feel of his mate surrounded him.

“Come for me, Alice. Come all over my face.” She was so fucking receptive
, so damn giving. He started slowly thrusting his finger in and out of her, loving that she was so soaking wet for him, so juicy and primed. When he sensed she was close to coming he pushed another finger into her, grunting at the tight fit, but not breaking the latch he had on her clit. Humming around the bundle of nerves was the last thing she needed to get off. She threw her head back, her neck arching, and cried out her orgasm. She came hard, her fluids slipping out of her, coating his fingers and sliding down his hand. Luke realized he was thrusting his hard cock against the couch, trying to relieve some of the ache that had settled in the root of his dick and in his balls.

“Luke. God, Luke.” She thrashed her head back and forth, and pulled at his hair. He loved the sting of pain she gave him, and would have gladly bled for her if it meant she always felt and looked this way. “Please, Luke
.” She gasped out his name, and that was his undoing. Giving one more long, slow lick up her cleft, he kissed each inner thigh, placed his hands right beside her head, and looked down at her. His cock was a hard rod between them, resting right on her belly and leaving a wet smear in its wake. He was so far gone, and actually surprised he had as much control as he did. He moved away from her only long enough to grip her under her knees and around her waist and lift her into his arms. A small sound of surprise left her.

“What are you doing, Luke?” He strode out of the living room and down the hall to where he knew her room was.

“I’m not about to claim my mate on a couch.” He stepped into her room, but didn’t shut the door all the way since Joey was sleeping down the hall. He wanted to be able to hear if she called out. It was strange feeling so parental to a child that he had only seen a couple of times, but her mother was his mate, had the same blood flowing through her veins, and the cougar in him needed to make sure the little human was always safe as if she were his own. After he set Alice in the center of her bed that was a little too small for his comfort, he took a step back. Her room was barren, just like the rest of her house, and he needed to fix that, although he didn’t think she was the type of female that cared for material things.

“I’m going to get you a new bed.” Her mouth parted
, and he knew she was on the verge of arguing, but he slowly shook his head. “No, baby, I
am
going to get you a new bed, because you and I both know we already started this, and there is no way in hell I’m leaving. So that means you need a bigger bed since both of us won’t be sleeping very comfortably on that together.” For a moment he thought he may have pushed a bit too far, but the corner of her mouth twitched right before she gave him the most beautiful smile.

“You’re stubborn.”

She had no idea, especially when it concerned her and Joey.

“
And Joey is getting a new bed, too. I can’t have my girls sleeping on ones that look ready to fall apart.” He didn’t say it as a jab to her, but because he cared for them. They were his girls. “Okay, no more talking, because my cock is hard as fuck, and I’m about to come just staring at you spread out like you’re my very own offering.” Her breathing picked up, and that was exactly what he wanted from her. Despite the fact no lights had been turned on, the moon shone through the window, bathing her body in a muted silvery glow. “You trust me, Alice?” He knew he certainly hadn’t earned it, but he hoped she sensed his true intent, and realized that he wanted whatever she was willing to give. It took her a couple of seconds to nod, but when she did and he inhaled sharply, all he could smell was her intense lust and acceptance for him. “Good, baby, because I would never hurt you.” He took a step toward her, but stopped before he reached the edge of the bed. “Spread your legs for me, Alice.” He kept his voice low, so low that he was afraid she may not have heard him, but it didn’t take her long to place her feet flat on the bed and spread her thighs. It was so agonizingly slow it was more like torture, but he wasn’t complaining, especially since she surrendered to him so willingly. A low growl burst through him as his cougar had his muscles tightening in anticipation. The scent of her sweet musk hit him right in the fucking groin, having his cock growing impossibly harder. She was so damn wet that her juices slipped out of her and disappeared down the crease of her ass. Luke gripped himself, stroked his shaft from root to tip, and moved onto the bed, right between her thighs.