Page 56 of Stripe Theory

“Let me in,” he grunted.

He pressed the head of his cock into her, the girth more than she’d ever had. She gripped the sofa’s arm when he lifted her ass. One slow, smooth drive, and he was in her. Filling her. If possible, his hot hard length grew bigger inside her.

He pulled back only to slam back in. Harder. Another pull back, and she moaned for more. “You’re perfect.”

“You feel so good inside me.”

He pulled back and thrust deeper. “Know what feels better? Your pussy gripping my cock.” He groaned and plunged hard. “You like me deep inside you?”

She gulped back the moans in her throat. “I do. I love it.”

She opened her mouth to say more, but he drove harder and faster into her. He pressed a thumb on her clit, flicking it back and forth at the same time he fucked her.

Her back came up. A thunderstorm of pleasure shook her to the core.

He growled, his cock hot and deep inside her.

She lost the ability to control her legs. They shook with the force of her orgasm. His drives slowed until he was tense and jerking into her body, sending jets of semen into her channel.

Feeling sated and protected, she drifted off to sleep in his arms and knew there was absolutely no questioning she was his mate.

FORTY-TWO

Rehan traced Alora’s collar with deliberate fingers, savoring the quiet moment in his private office before the conference chaos began. Even in her professional attire – a tailored black suit that transformed his vibrant scientist into a proper academic delegate – she radiated the energy that had captivated him from their first meeting.

“Stop fiddling with my collar.” Her eyes sparkled with familiar mischief. “You’re just looking for excuses to touch me.”

“Don’t need excuses anymore.” He pulled her closer, breathing in her scent. “That’s one benefit of being mates.”

Her smile turned sultry. “Prove it.”

The kiss started gentle but quickly deepened, his tiger rumbling approval as she pressed closer. Having her in his arms still amazed him – how perfectly she fit against him, how their hearts beat in sync.

“If you two are done making out,” Maya’s voice crackled through their comms, “we have a conference full of potentially homicidal shifters to deal with.”

Alora broke away laughing, though she stayed within his embrace. “She has a point. We should?—”

“Five more minutes.” He nuzzled her neck, drawing out that soft gasp he loved.

“Down, tiger.” But her fingers slid into his hair, betraying her words. “We have a mission.”

Reality crashed back. Soon she’d walk into a conference center full of threats, and he’d have to let her. His arms tightened instinctively.

Alora caught his face between her hands. “Hey. Trust me like I trust you.”

The simple statement hit him right in the chest. “I trust you. It’s everyone else in that building I don’t trust.”

“Good thing you’ll be there to growl at anyone who looks at me wrong.”

“I do not growl.”

“You literally growled at the barista yesterday.”

“He was staring at you.”

“He was taking my coffee order.”

Hunter’s dry voice cut through their comms. “As fascinating as your mating rituals are, the first delegates have arrived.”

---