Page 19 of Cujo's Rampage

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath. She was right. I couldn’t always be with her, not long-term. Leaning down, I pressed my lips to hers, briefly kissing her before lifting back up to look into her eyes.

“I get it, I do. And I want you to always be safe. I’d just prefer to be the one who makes that fucking happen.”

Slipping her hands down to my chest, she grinned up at me. “You wanna be the big, bad wolf who comes in to rescue the damsel in distress, huh?”

Her touch seared through me. That, together with having her scent surrounding me, had my cock throbbing with need, making it difficult to focus on our conversation.

“Somethin’ like that.”

Her eyes darkened with desire and she leaned in, wriggling her hot little body against me. The friction over my hard dick had me growling as it upped my need to claim what was mine.

Lily-Rose

My mate was all raw sexuality when he got riled up like he was right now, and in response, my body lit up like a damn Christmas tree. I’d had every kind of sex there was more times than I could count, but no one had ever made me feel even half of what Cujo did.

Sliding my hands down his front, I kept going until I could grip the bottom of his t-shirt. Without taking my gaze from his, I started shoving the fabric up, running my fingers over every dip and bump of his muscles along with all the scars. With another of his sexy growls, he reached a hand over his head and pulled his shirt off, the fabric ripping in his haste.

We’d been so rushed in the hotel room, now I wanted to take a little more time. Learn his body. Looking over the flesh he’d revealed, my gaze caught on a particularly nasty looking scar and without thought, I moved to trace a fingertip over it. What he must have suffered to have so many scars… He gently wrapped his hand around mine, my gaze jerking up to his face as he lifted my hand to press a kiss against my palm.

“I’ll tell you any damn thing you wanna know later, babe. Right now, I need to fuck you more than I need to breathe.”

His crude words pushed a wave of heat through me, and I leaned in to press a kiss over his heart as I slid against him, making sure to rub against the rock-hard erection.

With another growl, he wrapped his hands around my hips, and I squealed as he easily lifted me and tossed me over his shoulder. He gave my butt a tap as he headed out of the living area, making me squeal again. With a rumbly chuckle, he then ran his hand up my thigh, under the skirt of the dress I was wearing. The feel of his rough, callused hands stroking over the sensitized skin of my thighs and butt had my arousal soaring. By the time he tossed me onto the mattress, I was desperate for him. For only the second time in my entire life I actuallywantedsex. I stilled as that thought really sank in. Never had I imagined a situation in which I would crave anything sexual that I’d learned to hate. Tears stung my eyes as I marveled over how differently I looked at intimacy now. How could my mindset change so much in such a short time?

"Mate bond."

My ocelot seemed to think that was the answer to everything lately.

I gasped when Cujo took hold of my ankle and pulled me toward him until he could help me stand. The moment I was upright, he laid his lips over mine. He held nothing back, devouring my mouth in a way that had all thoughts fleeing my mind. All I could focus on was getting closer to my mate.

He broke the kiss and ran his gaze over my face.

“That’s better. Need your focus here with me, not wherever the fuck you went earlier. Now, if you wanna keep these clothes, you need to strip. If I do it, I’m gonna tear everything off you.”

With a contented sigh, I shivered at his growled words. Then reached for the hem of my dress to lift it up and over my head. One day I’d tease him with a slow striptease, but not today. Our mating in the hotel room had been rushed and over way too quickly, but now we had all night to touch and learn each other.

I couldn’t wait to start.

Within seconds I was naked and when I looked back to Cujo, he was the same. Another shiver ran through me as I ran my gaze over him. He was perfectly imperfect. While he didn’t have an ounce of fat on his lean, muscular frame, his skin was covered with scars. He’d covered up some of them with tattoos, but my shifter sight allowed me to see what he’d hidden beneath the ink. One day I’d be brave enough to ask him about what he’d been through, but that wasn’t going to be tonight. Tonight was about the start of our future, not either of our pasts.

With a cheeky smile I moved close, pressing myself fully against his body, loving how the coarse hairs on his chest and torso felt against my skin and the way his erection pressed against the softness of my tummy. His ice-blue irises heated as he watched me. He didn’t move to stop me or control my movements, as though he wanted to see what I’d do before he took over.

I’d never wanted to touch any of the men I’d been with previously. I’d always been all about getting them off as fast as I could so I could leave. But with Cujo, all I wanted to do was touch and caress. To learn every inch of his muscular body. My ocelot was purring with her contentment to be playing with our mate.

Slipping around him, I moved to his back, pressing kisses and running my palms over the wide expanse of muscles, inhaling his scent while leaving some of my own behind, marking him. This man was mine and I wanted the world to know it.

Chapter Eleven

Cujo

Lily-Rosehadtobethe most affectionate woman I’d ever met. I hated to think how suffocated she must have felt living the life her father had forced upon her. I was going to have to learn to be more attentive. I didn’t think that’d be much of an issue, though. It was easy to reciprocate her attentions, which was a shock to me. Not only did her rubbing all over me as though she was in her feline form not bother me, but I actually fucking enjoyed it. Those fucking scientists that held me had made sure I related touch to pain, and by the time I got free, I never wanted to be touched by another human ever again. I’d always done everything I could to avoid it, but with Lily-Rose, I craved it. I needed to touch and be touched by her.

"Because she is our mate. Ours to protect and cherish."

I mentally gave my wolf a nod. It was going to be interesting with me and Lily-Rose learning how to be mates. Neither of us had grown up with parents or a pack to teach us anything about how mate bonds worked.

When she moved over to my other side, I lifted my arm so she could slip around to my front without having to break contact. She was so much shorter than me, she only had to duck a little to get under my arm. When she moved in front of me again and my cock was once more pressed against her soft tummy, I groaned as a spike of arousal went through me.

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