Page 43 of Finding Her Panthers

“I don’t think you understand the severity of my need. If I lose control, I will mark you. I will bite you,” he threatens.

Wetting my suddenly dry lips, I answer honestly. “I hope so.” Before I finish the word, he grabs the top of my shirt, jerking it, ripping it down the middle—cool air floods over me. Shock freezes me. He dives in, using his tongue, tracing a line down the center of my chest, following the edge of my shirt to my waist. Goosebumps rise on my skin, making me shudder. He looks up at me, resting his chin on my hip.

“You ready? If I go any farther, I won’t be able to stop,” he asks seriously.

I frantically nod my head. “Yes, please.”

“I knew you would beg again.” He grins, so sure of himself.

I cannot answer because his lips are suddenly on mine, taking them fiercely. He lowers his body to mine, so I finally feel the power in his frame. He feels so right. One hand cradles my neck, flexing lightly, his other tracing my side, finally circling my thigh, pulling it up to wrap around his waist. I take his cue. I follow with my other, pulling tightly and arching closer. He breaks away from my lips, kissing down my neck until he reaches my bra. He takes his hand from my neck, sliding it down to the front clasp of my bra. He holds my stare as he releases it, freeing me to the cold air and his possessive gaze. Watching me, he lowers his head slowly to take me in his mouth, the suction bringing a moan from deep inside me. My hands that had been laying submissively against the floor decide to join the party, threading through his hair, holding him to my chest.

His arms band around me from behind, hands splayed wide, forcing me tightly to him as his mouth moves lavishly over my breasts. Licking, sucking, learning my softness, relishing the contrast of our bodies. My breath is erratic, my moans echoing throughout the gym, encouraging him to do more.

I find myself flipped on my hands and knees, Jax bent over me. He pulled my ruined shirt from me and tossed it carelessly across the room. My bra follows quickly. He traces his hands from my shoulders down my spine reverently. I lean into his touch like the cat I am. Making quick work of my jeans, he leans back to admire the scene before him. I look over my shoulder at him to see him studying hotly what he uncovered. I have never wanted someone to be pleased with my body more than now.

He is a sight to see. The passion in his face is evident, the low hanging pants outlining his pleasure. His hair is tousled from my greedy hands, his chest heaving, his tattoos on full display.

My eyes lock on his skeleton-covered arm as he raises it. He cups my pussy with his hand, meeting my eyes with his own. “This is mine. Mine to pleasure, to fuck, to eat, forever. Stunning.”

Shit, I shouldn’t be turned on by that. “Yes, Alpha.”

Pleasure infuses his face. “That’s what I want you to call me. When we are like this. You call me Alpha,” he demands, slipping his finger inside me.

“Yes, Alpha,” I repeat, whimpering. I will call him whatever he wants as long as he gives me what my body longs for.

“Baby girl.” The approval saturates his voice.

His finger continues to glide in and out while his thumb rubs lightly over my clit. The rush of fire travels over me, already close to coming. His other hand whispers over my cheeks teasingly.

He pulls back suddenly, sitting back to frantically push down his pants, freeing himself, showing me the rest of his beautiful body.

“Are you ready for me, mate?” he growls, getting to his knees.

“Yes,” I pant.

“What?”

“Yes, Alpha.”

He purrs and thrusts hard.

He enters me fast, not letting me adjust to his size, just giving us both what we want what we have been craving. He bends over me slightly, holding my shoulder with one hand and the other heavy on my hip. He is controlling my position and the speed of his thrusts. He has me under complete control. He hits all the right buttons. He fills me up in all the right ways. His cock is so thick and long it seems to fit me perfectly. Meant for me. The universe picked this man for me. This was no mistake.

He increased the pace, our breathing ragged.

He leans over me more, fusing us, his mouth sucking the side of my neck, preparing me for the bite. My moans are getting louder and more drawn out. My body is burning, the orgasm moments away. My eyes are glowing. My panther is happy to have her mate finally. Two more thrusts, and then I am flying. Heat courses through me. I close my eyes as I scream, my head falling back, making it easier for him to sink his teeth into me. I orgasm again as he does. Or it could be the same one. Pleasure and pain are melding together in the perfect mix. I feel him come. Heat floods the inside of me, prolonging the euphoria.

He stills, locked inside of me. My arms lost the will to hold me up and have folded to the floor, acting as a pillow, my head too heavy. He pulls his teeth gently from the croak of my neck and licks the bite lovingly. Gently he pulls out of me, and we both groan at the sensation. I use my remaining strength to lift up, turning carefully to face him. He gives me a soft smile as I crawl into his lap. He wraps me up in his arms, petting my hair and nuzzling my neck.

“Are you alright?” he asks, muffled against my skin.

“Amazing.” I feel his grin on my skin. “But something is missing.”

He looks at me, startled. “What?”

I have the sudden urge to bite him. My panther is pushing me to. Once the thought crosses my mind, it feels right.

My eyes catch on the patch of skin below his collarbone and won't let go. I lean forward and lick, tasting the saltiness of his skin. He has so many tattoos, but this area is clear, so the mark will be visible for all to see. That is important, for it to be visible.

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