Page 38 of Purrfectly Bound

Eleven

Annalia was never what you would call a sex siren. She liked sex. Loved it, in fact. She just wasn’t used to having good sex. At least, not with another person. But masturbation could only get a girl so far.

With Lance, all that changed. Her sexy, gorgeous Tiger watched her fondle and stroke her sex with greedy, hungry eyes. The second she gave him permission, he leapt across ten feet as if it were nothing, just to sink on all fours in front of her wide-open legs.

Lance knelt in front of her like a knight of old. Fuck, it was hot. He made her feel like some sort of deity to be worshipped. Annalia wasn’t done taunting him yet. She slid her cream-soaked hands to his mouth, and he licked them one at a time. His intense growl made her even more wet.

She was taunting him, daring him to act. Never had she been so bold, never with anyone else. She couldn’t even imagine it.

Anna had never stripped for her lover, touched herself for him. It wasn’t in her nature to be so adventurous and daring. Well, it wasn’t before. Raw and dirty were things she’d always been curious about.

But they were secret fantasies of hers. Sort of like having a gorgeous man kneel between her thick thighs. And Lance was fucking gorgeous. Big, sexy, and sweet and he wanted her. She knew that for fact.

He inhaled deeply, holding in his breath as if to savor her scent. The way he wanted her was so fucking hot. With a subtle flex of her hips, she enticed him forward.

Need, arousal, burning lust, and buds of affection swelled up inside of her. Her sex clenched on air, begging to be filled. She’d started out teasing him, but now she was the one silently begging for his attentions.

She didn’t know what came over her. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. She knew what, but some things were plain unbelievable. She pinched herself on her outer thigh, just to be certain.

“Mine,” growled her mate.

Mine. Mate,her beast answered.

Mate?

Yes, mate,her inner Tigress growled her response.

Holy fucking shit. Annalia was a Shifter now. She had a big, stripedy, furry-ass she-Cat speaking inside of her head. And the animal wanted two things.

One, for her mate to stop fucking around and get to it already. He was still just looking at her. Mesmerized or so it seemed by her needy pink bits.

Two, her Cat wanted to bite him. Like a piercing-the-flesh, swallowing-his-blood, marking-him-as-hers bite. Her human heart might have trouble reconciling the fact that in under forty-eight hours she was totally ready to commit to the man, but her she-Cat was more than ready. The beast wanted to claim and be claimed.

Her pussy ached with the need to be filled. This level of desire was burning her alive. The she-Cat inside her hissed and growled. She wanted to get right down to the part where he fucked her stupid, filled her with his cubs, and they lived happily ever after.

Easy, she told that new part of herself. Let’s just have some fun.

Mine, snarled the Cat.

“So beautiful,” grunted Lance, “Gonna taste now.”

Then he was leaning forward, his hot breath on her thigh, and all thought fled her brain. His tongue swept over her lips, parting them, sliding inside. He growled against her, making her vibrate with the force of the sound.

Fucking hell, the man was purring as he lapped at her center. Better than any vibrator. Head back, she moaned and rocked her hips in time with his licks.

Lance was a motherfucking cunnilingus god. Even more, he treated her better than any other man ever had. He really listened to what she had to say and opened up about himself too. He was supportive, caring, never condescending or conceited. And he never, ever made her feel like she wasn’t enough.

On the contrary, he made her weak-kneed with all the soulful stares and the questions he asked about her. He even supported her when she’d stood up to Sandra and Glenn. Not taking over, or trying to rescue her, he let her handle it. He believed she could, and that was amazing.

“Oh god,” she moaned aloud as he added one finger, then two to her sheath.

Stroking them along her g-spot, Lance purred as he flicked her clit with his tongue. He used everything he had. Lips, tongue, fangs, fingers. Lance was not holding back, but he was taking his time.

Fuck, it was so good. Purring loudly, the vibrations coming from his mouth rocked her like her own personal massager. And she loved every bit of it. Then he scraped one long fang along her swollen clit, and Annalia saw stars. She was one big explosion of pleasure.

Every single atom that made up her being scattered into oblivion. Pulling his hair, she held him in place, rocking her hips, pressing her pussy firmly to his mouth, riding out wave after wave of unending bliss.

He lifted his head, slowed the plundering of his fingers, and grinned. Evidence of her pleasure coated his lips and chin, but Annalia wasn’t embarrassed. Still holding onto his hair, she pulled him forward.

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