Page 49 of Finding Her Panthers

“I need you to distract me. I need you to make love to me.” She continues to explore.

I’m hard—of course, I am. I was the minute I saw her on the bed. All she has to do is breathe near me, and I am ready for her.

“I am always willing, sweetheart, but I don’t want to take advantage of you,” I say, desperate for her touch.

“You won’t be. I have wanted this with you from the beginning.” The willingness and heat in her eyes are hard to ignore. I smell her need.

“You need to be sure,” I push. Her hand is moving steadily, breaking my control bit by bit.

“I am. I need you, James. Just you.” Her other hand grips my side, moving under the edge of my shirt. “Let go.” She leans forward, breathing the words on the skin she revealed.

I unclench my hands, reach up and pull my shirt off, throwing it to the side. I palm the sides of her face, tilting her head up, showing the desire for her in my eyes.

“Unbutton my pants,” I instruct. I hold my breath as she works, watching her, hungry for her touch. When she accomplishes her task, she looks up at me while taking my cock out and giving it a slow stroke. Holding my gaze, she lowers her head. Using her tongue, she licks the head, tasting the proof of her effect on me.

I close my eyes in ecstasy, reveling in the pure pleasure it brings. Not wanting to miss the picture before me, I bring my attention back. As if she was waiting for me, she takes me in her mouth, sucking as much as she can, her other hand gripping the base. I have never seen anything so erotic.

My hand palms the back of her head, not pushing, just following the delicious rhythm she is creating. The gift of having her worship me is humbling. That’s what this is. She is not doing it because she thinks I want it. Something you just have to do. No. She is enjoying it as I see the pulse in her neck, her chest heaving. Her nipples are hard, her shirt hiding nothing.

I take my hand from her head to join my other one, pulling down the top of her tank to allow her beautiful breast to be free.

The picture she makes for me. Her mouth was full of me, her hand stroking, eagerly tasting me, those breasts heaving. I could come just like this. But that’s not how I want to. I want to be deep inside her. To fill her up.

I step back slightly to pull out of her luscious mouth. She gave me a questioning look. “That felt amazing, but if you continue, I will come in your mouth. That’s not what I want. But anytime you want to do that again, I won’t turn you down.” I grin. “Lay back on the bed.”

I wait until she does as I take my jeans the rest of the way off. This time I crawl up her body, running my nose up to all her curves, taking in the scent that is all her. I nip at the underside of her breast, enjoying the anticipation of the moment. She is so soft, with many areas to explore with my mouth. I circle her nipple with my tongue, going from one to the other, giving each equal treatment.

My hand strokes her stomach, circling from hip to hip. Her moans music to my ears. She doesn’t seem to care that Jax is probably enjoying them in his office, distracting him. I can’t help but smile at that.

Heat radiates from her body to mine, causing a sheen of sweat to cover us. I moved down again, biting the edge of her underwear, snagging them, dragging them down over her hips, slipping them off her feet. I trail my hands up her legs, learning her form, stopping when my thumbs encounter her wet heat, glancing at her when she gasps. So beautiful. She is ready for me already, but I don’t want to rush the moment. I’d been waiting for this long before she found us.

I open her to me, staring intently. I trace my fingers through her soft lips, rubbing lightly. My other hand controls the thrust of her hips, bringing them back down to the bed. Her noise of frustration spreads happiness through me, just knowing I’m the one bringing her that much impatient desire.

I take my hands away, causing her to whine, but that turns into a groan as she watches me rub all that wetness over my cock. Pulsing with need, I jerk with the sensation.. Fire shoots from her wide eyes. I finally press her to the bed with my body, drawing my cock through her hot lips, fighting the urge to dive in. She tugs my head to her, fusing her lips to mine and exploring each other, sharing our lips in the most sensual way.

Her hips grind against mine, her feet digging into my back, subtly suggesting the need for me to slip inside. I break our kiss, and looking deeply into her eyes, I gradually enter her. I am sliding slowly forward, drawing out the blissful moment until I am as far as I can go. I freeze, relishing the feel of her wrapped around me.

The beast in chains inside me suddenly shatters them. My eyes change, the gold saturating them, as I start thrusting with determination to give her everything I am. Faster and faster until the frame of the bed cracks from the power.

Her claws drag down my back, slashing deep. The scent of our sweat, blood, and animal act as an aphrodisiac, urging us higher. My fingers dig into her hips, my animal controlling my claws, knowing I would rather die than hurt her. This is what I am meant for. The pressure builds in the room, anticipating the bond to be complete, willing us to hold nothing back, joining us now and forever.

Electricity zaps down my back, warning me, but I hold back, waiting for her. She tilts her head to the side, reading my mind, offering her submission. When I can no longer wait, I strike, biting her shoulder.

We both come harshly. Filling her, drinking from her, I am home. She is my home.

I jerk when she bites into the bottom of my neck, attaching herself to me.

I shudder as we fall still, licking the marks, the after-effects blissful. My panther is curled up in my head, at peace at last. Reluctantly I pull out, not wanting to crush her. Falling on my side next to her, nuzzling my mark, I drag her close.

“I think we broke the bed.” She looks at the headboard and the jagged pieces. I followed her gaze, and we both burst out laughing, curling into each other.

I am so glad this woman is mine. “Should we ask Jax for another one? I want to see the look on his face,” I say, still chuckling, imagining it.

“Be nice,” she scolds. “James, that was beautiful.” She looks at me seriously. “It was just what I needed to release all the shit pent up inside me. Being bonded to you is a blessing.”

“You are a piece of me now, more than ever. My panther is happy, too.” I grin, caressing her face. “The road you had to travel, and still have to travel, to get to us will be worth it. I will make it worth it.”

“Shit, you are so amazing. You know exactly the right words at every moment.”

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