Page 83 of Just a Friend for the Lion
His mouth devours mine like he’s starving, and maybe he is—hell, maybe I am too.
Because the second Carter kisses me,really kisses me, the whole world falls away.
Buttons go flying. A seam pops. He’s tearing through my dress like it personally offended him, and normally, I’d pitch a fit if anyone treated my favorite clothes like this.
But right now?Rip away, Lion Man.
I don’t care if I’m standing here naked in nothing but kitten heels.
“Fuck, Kitten,” he growls against my throat, teeth grazing the same spot he bit me before.
My mark. His mark.
“Oh my God, that feels?—”
“I know it does,” he purrs. “Thatscar will always be sensitive. An erogenous zone made just from our bond. It’ll just keep getting better,” he tells me.
“Really? Why?”
I honestly can’t imagine this feeling any better.
“Because you’re mine, MJ. All mine.”
“Yes,” I gasp, threading my fingers into his hair, tugging hard because I need him closer. I am just so turned on by his words, his nearness—him.
“Yes, Carter. Yours.”
All my inhibitions, my defenses, my doubts are gone, shredded like tissue after a single swipe of his claws.
His hands grip my thighs, spreading me wide, and then I’m airborne, slammed against the wall with his body caging me in.
He’s hot and heavy and so fucking hard I can feel every inch of him through his slacks.
“You feel that, Kitten?” he snarls, grinding against me until my vision whites out. “That’s all yours. I need you. My Lion needs you. I almost lost my damn mind waiting for this. For you.”
“Then stop waiting,” I pant, rolling my hips against him. “Take me, Carter. Show me what it means to be yours. Claim me again, Mate.”
And oh, God, the look in his eyes—gold blazing, pupils blownwide—nearly unmakes me.
His whole body seems to rumble under the force of his purr. I swear I feel it—all that power and need running through him, making him vibrate—I feel it everywhere.
The next second, he’s tearing through the house with me in his arms, then I’m on the bed.
He’s ripped his shirt clean in two, tossed the ruined fabric aside, and stripped his slacks down so fast it should be illegal.
And holy hell.
I knew he was big. But like this? Naked, proud, golden skin gleaming under the dim lights?
He’s not just a man. He’s a god.
A Lion-god.
And he’s mine.
“Spread for me, MJ,” he orders, voice low and rough like gravel and honey mixed together. “Show me where you want me.”
Heat floods me.
