Page 36 of Purrfectly Bound

Lance hissed. He was not a fucking pansy-ass Lion. His inner beast rose, chuffed, and growled at the suggestion. But he backed off once he understood his mate was asking questions.

“No, not like Lions,” he scoffed, “We are way cooler than Lions! Those overgrown house cats can’t even comprehend our awesomeness.”

“Is that so?” she laughed.

“Damn straight,” he insisted, loving the sound of her laughter as she tried to stifle her giggles.

“Okay, easy. Tigers are cooler than Lions.”

“Way cooler.”

“Fine, way cooler. You happy now?”

“Yes,” he held her gaze in his.

Was it him, or did the temperature just rise by about a hundred degrees? The robe she was wearing opened slightly as she wiggled in her seat. Giving him an unobstructed view of the swell of her breasts.

Fuck beef and broccoli. Lance was hungry for something else. His mate, and her amazing wonderland of a body.

She was soft and supple. All welcoming warmth and silky skin. Anna fit him like a glove. She smiled and bit her lip. brushing her still damp hair behind her ears. The movement caused the robe to open wider, baring more of her bountiful breasts to his starving eyes.

“Annalia,” he growled her name and stood.

“Yeah,” she raised her eyebrow tauntingly.

The little she-Cat knew exactly what she was doing. He stalked over to her side, turning her chair around. Lance tugged her upright by the knot in her belt and Annalia hissed through her teeth. The sound of her wild she-Cat made his cock even harder.

“Want you, mate,” he rubbed his nose against hers.

“Oh really?” she grinned.

Lance nodded, nuzzling her face to the side, but the minx avoided his kiss. He followed the trail she laid out, but always, she evaded him at the end. The chase was sweet, but he’d had enough playing.

Lance grabbed the sides of the robe and pushed it off her shoulders, leaving it bunched at the belt around her waist. Annalia seemed to like his impatience. The scent of her cream invaded his nostrils and he growled harder.

Frustrated and horny as fuck, he didn’t let go of her belt, couldn’t for fear he’d drop her as she leaned back. She trusted him to keep her upright as she cupped her own breasts, lifting them high for his pleasure.

“This what you want?” she teased.

“Want you now,” he growled.

Anna stood straight once more, and he reached for her. Almost, so close, his hands opened, but she skittered away.

“Lance?” she called, squeezing and fondling her nipples, moaning as she tugged on the hard nubbins, “Remember my rules, no touching till I say. Mmm, this feels so good.”

Lance stood stock still. Holy shit. Anna was in the living room now. She opened the borrowed robe and let it fall, revealing every inch of her olive-toned skin to his hungry eyes.

Need pulsed through him, and it grew as her own lust-glazed eyes raked over his naked chest. She continued to moan and touch herself, pressing her mounds together. The sound of his Tiger’s growl filled the room, but his minx was not finished taunting him. She walked backwards. Legs hitting the couch, Anna sat down.

“Come closer,” she commanded, and his legs obeyed, “that’s far enough.”

Grrr.His Tiger was hanging on by a thread, but he was grateful for the few feet of space she granted him.

Lance wanted to see just what his little Cat had planned. Fucking hell, she was unbelievable. Anna moaned, rubbing her hands over her body.

She fondled and played until she reached her knees. Then his little innocent Annalia parted her legs, pushing them wide, but painstakingly slow. Lance wouldn’t, couldn’t blink if he tried.

Her heavy breasts swayed as she remained slightly bent forward, blocking his view of her pussy. His chest rumbled with the force of his need. Louder still when she licked her supple lips.

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