Finally, in a room full of dogs, he’d found a mate.
Ivan will love to bust my balls over this.
He didn’t care how much his cousin would tease him. He could close his eyes and conjure Kaylie’s scent, complete with the overlying musk of her arousal.
He’d made women horny before, but never had someone responded to him like that before.
Ever.
By the time of their date Tuesday night, they’d spent several hours talking on the phone. When he picked her up at her apartment a little after five, it took every last ounce of his will not to push her back inside, rip her clothes off, and claim her right then.
But that kind of claiming was generally frowned upon nowadays, even if he already knew she was the one for him.
And he knew. She was already wet, and they’d only walked from her apartment to the car.
He’d picked a small family restaurant near his townhouse in Hyde Park, west of downtown Tampa, for their dinner. Decorated in beautiful Christmas lights inside and out, it was romantic, quiet, and even better, only five minutes from his door.
Kaylie excused herself to the bathroom. She couldn’t believe the lack of self-control she had over this man. She was already a wet mess.
I should have brought spare panties.
Fuck it, hopefully her panties would be off by the end of the evening. She’d even brought a few condoms with her in case things worked out the way she hoped. If it made her a slut, she didn’t care. Just the fact that he turned her crank the way he did was good enough for her. She’d been over a year without a man in her bed and was sick of being alone.
She returned to their table and caught his amused smile.
“What?” she asked as she took her seat.
He leaned in and nipped her earlobe. “You are a wet, wet girl, aren’t you?”
Her body heated at the purring tone of his voice. How the hell could he purr when he hadn’t said any r’s was beyond her, but he did.
She managed a squeaky, “Uh-huh!”
“Would you like to go back to my place?”
She started to stand when he chuckled and placed a staying hand on her shoulder. “I meant after dinner.”
“Why wait?”
He looked at her before bursting out into gales of laughter. “I guess you’re right.”
They were practically ripping each other’s clothes off before he even kicked his front door shut behind them.
“I don’t normally do this,” he rumbled against the base of her throat where his tongue was doing delicious things to her libido even without any contact with the more sensitive regions of her erogenous zones. “I don’t normally take a woman home on the first date.”
“Neither do I,” she gasped, “but I don’t care!”
He scooped her up into his arms and carried her into his bed. He was totally naked by the time he pounced on her and pushed her legs apart. She heard the rip of fabric, and then he tossed the remnants of her panties over his shoulder onto the floor.
“I’ll buy you new ones,” he said before his head disappeared beneath her skirt.
She fell back to the pillows, moaning, his tongue rasping along her clit and dissolving conscious thought. Shirt and bra off and somewhere on the living room floor, she realized he was making a purring sound as he licked and sucked at her pussy.
“You…taste…sooo…good,” he murmured between strokes.
She moaned in reply, unable to speak as the first of several orgasms wiped out her fine motor skills for a few minutes.
When he finally came up for air, he pulled her skirt down and flipped her over, pulling her up to her knees and yanking her skirt the rest of the way off.
She heard the sound of a condom, then the biggest, hardest cock she’d ever felt started slowly pressing for entrance.
Fists buried in the pillows, she fucked herself back onto his enormous rod. “Oohhh god, yes!” she screamed as yet another orgasm washed over her.
Never…this…good…ever!
He held still inside her until she recovered, then he started moving again, slowly at first, then picking up speed and force until his thighs slapped against the back of hers and she felt like her body would never stop rippling in waves of pleasant passion.
He let out a roar that reminded her of a mountain lion’s scream as his own climax hit. His body slammed into hers, her brain turning into some sort of pleasure-filled soup as they collapsed onto the bed, his weight comfortably pinning her to the mattress.
She found his hand and laced her fingers through his, pleased when he squeezed her hand. He nuzzled the back of her neck, gently nipping, his cock and her clit simultaneously twitching with renewed interest.
He purred in her ear. “You are so wonderful.”
Again with the purring. He reminded her of a big cat.
“You’re pretty damn great yourself,” she managed.
With lithe agility, he rose up, flipped her over, and covered her body with his again. “I want you,” he whispered. “I want you to be mine.”
Reality struggled for a foothold in her brain. “Huh?”
He kissed her. “Marry me. Be my mate. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.”
Sitting up, she pushed him off and scrambled up the bed away from him. “What? Are you crazy? We just met!”
He followed her on all fours, stalking her, his blue eyes blazing. “Tell me you don’t feel it. I can smell it on you. Tell me you don’t feel something for me that you’ve never felt before for any other man.”
“I…I…” She always was a sucky liar. “Okay, yes, something, but marriage?”
He grabbed her and kissed her again, nearly melting her reserve until her sanity sent her a telegram. She pushed him away again.
“This is crazy!”
He sat back and shook his head. “I know what I know. My kind does. Just like Scudder and Tessa.”
“What?”
He was taking a huge chance. The only reason he did was because he knew, one thousand percent, that she was meant to be his mate.
“Scudder is a shape-shifter like me. Well, sort of like me. He’s a canine. I’m a feline.”
Startled, Kaylie’s face went blank for a moment before she started laughing. “That’s a good one. Riiight. Shape-shifter. Sure. I think that orgasm fried your brain.”
He realized his cock was still sheathed by the used condom. He yanked it off and threw it on the floor to deal with later. Then he closed his eyes and shifted.
Kaylie’s laugh died in her throat, followed by something she thought might have sounded like a strangled scream, except she couldn’t seem to force any air into her lungs. A huge panther with blue eyes and blond fur the same color of Frank’s now sat on the end of the bed where Frank had just been.
Frozen in place by fear and disbelief, she realized she couldn’t move as the large cat silently stalked up the bed again until it lay between her legs, its chin now resting on her belly.
And as it started vibrating, she realized it was purring.
How had her evening gone from mind-blowing sex to something out of a horror movie? “Nice…kitty?” she whispered, too terrified to move.
She swore the beast smiled at her.
Frank waited her out. He knew from talking to some of his cousins that once the initial shock wore off and the screaming stopped, that usually the mates started processing what their eyes were showing them and their minds started working again.