Isi, however, instinctively shied from his possessive animal instinct.
“Keep your cat leashed, fur ball,” she muttered.
His hands grabbed the curve of her waist, holding her still as his tongue found her swollen clitoris.
“My cat is the least of your concerns, darling.”
“You…oh, shit.”
For once, she was speechless as Talon flicked his tongue over her tender nub, her hips rocking upward in a silent plea for release. Again and again he stroked through her damp heat, his cat snarling in satisfaction as he wrenched a low whimper from the stubborn female.
In this moment nothing was as important as giving her more pleasure than she’d ever experienced before.
“Isi, come for me,” he commanded in thick tones.
She moaned, her body trembling as she hovered on the edge of climax. “No, Talon,” she breathed. “I want you inside me.”
Her soft plea sliced through him, and he reluctantly pulled back. As much as he wanted to taste her orgasm on his tongue, he wanted to please her more.
And if that meant waiting to give her an orgasm when he was buried deep inside her…then that’s exactly what he would do.
Gritting his teeth, Talon rose to his feet, hastily yanking off his boots so he could dispose of his jeans. The taste of Isi lingered on his tongue, the scent of magnolias making his head spin.
Unaware of how close he was to the edge, or perhaps simply enjoying her power over him, Isi stared at the throbbing length of his cock, a hectic passion glowing in her dark eyes.
He reached to grasp her around the waist, hauling her up his body to claim her lips with an intensity that branded her as his.
“I can’t wait,” he muttered.
She deliberately wrapped her long legs around his hips, her smile smug. “I thought cats were known for their stamina.”
“Hold on, darling.” Talon lowered onto the chair, the tip of his cock at the entrance to her body. Then, with a slow, ruthless thrust he pushed himself into her damp channel, not halting until his balls were pressed tight against her ass.
“Oh, god…yes,” she husked.
Running his hands up her back, Talon sucked the tip of her breast between his lips, relishing her low moan of pleasure. She fit as tight as a glove around him, making him tremble with the effort to wait until she was accustomed to his penetration.
“You feel perfect,” he rasped. “Ride me, Isi.”
Planting her hands on his shoulders, she lifted her hips, drawing him out to the very tip before slowly sinking back down, burying him deep inside her. Talon muttered a curse, his hands gripping her hips as he battled against the climax that was already building.
Dammit. She’d just challenged his stamina. There was no way in hell he was going to come before he was certain she was satisfied.
But never before had sex called to both the man and cat inside him.
Sweat gathered on his brow as he concentrated on the mesmerizing beauty of her midnight eyes. The wary suspicion was gone, the pupils dilated as she quickened her pace.
His hips lifted to meet her downward strokes, his growl of satisfaction filling the air as she leaned down to sink her teeth into the flesh at the base of his neck, drawing blood.
The air was saturated with the perfume of her arousal, her slender body bowing above him as she tipped back her head and lost herself in the pleasure.
“Talon,” she cried softly, a desperate edge in her voice as her orgasm neared.
“Darling,” he whispered. “Trust me.”
“I…” She moaned in pleasure as Talon tightened his grip on her hips, driving deep into her with an unyielding tempo. “Yes, that’s it.”
“I have you, Isi,” he swore, his hand cupping the back of her head and tugging her down so he could kiss her with savage pleasure. “And I’m never letting go.”
Their tongues tangled, their bodies moving together at a frantic pace. Then, just when Talon feared he was going to explode, he felt Isi stiffen, her cry of completion muffled against his lips.
Talon felt his claws emerge, slicing through the lower skin of her back as her climax clutched at his cock, his hips slamming upward as he unleashed his passion in a flurry of wild hunger.
His cat howled in satisfaction as his orgasm burst through him, the violent jolts of pleasure radiating through his entire body.
Realization hit him at the same moment.
This woman was his.
His mate.
His destiny.
For all eternity.
CHAPTER FIVE
Talon managed to stagger up the stairs with a limp Isi in his arms, his knees still weak from the intense pleasure that had exploded through his body.
A part of him had wanted to linger in the kitchen. To lay her across the table and eat his dinner off the satin magnolia of her skin before sliding his aching cock back into her body and stroking them both to paradise.
But a more logical part of him understood they needed to talk before he indulged his ravenous hunger.
Not the least of which, he had to somehow explain that in the heat of their passion he’d marked her as his mate.
Yeah. That was going to go over well.
He grimaced, hoping she didn’t slice off his balls in his sleep.
Oddly, he didn’t question how he’d gone from considering her the enemy to accepting her as his mate with such ease.
His cat had known she belonged to him the second it’d caught her scent. It just took the male side of him a bit longer to figure it out.
Now both were in agreement.
Isi was his mate.
And somehow he had to convince her to accept him.
A task he’d made a hell of a lot more difficult when he’d accused her of being an enemy to the Pantera.
Entering his bedroom, Talon crossed to the wide bed and gently placed her in the middle of the mattress, crawling to lie beside her. Gently he pulled her into his arms, her weary head snuggled on his shoulder.
It felt…right.
Not only having Isi in his arms, but being in this cottage that had been empty for so many years.
It was almost as if he could sense his parents’ approval.
Heaving a soft sigh, Isi tilted back her head, her exotic beauty shrouded in shadows.
“That shouldn’t have happened,” she muttered.
He smiled wryly. Those were the words he’d been waiting to hear since she’d collapsed in utter completion.
“Why?”
She struggled to reconstruct the brittle barriers that she kept between herself and the world.
“Obviously because I don’t have sex with people who think I’m evil.”
He slid a finger beneath her chin, easily becoming lost in the dark beauty of her eyes. “I don’t think you’re evil.”
A hint of vulnerability touched her pale face. “Then what do you think?”
His thumb brushed her lower lip, his gaze lightly moving over the fragile features to the diamond piercings that shimmered on her nose. They only added to her unique beauty. As did her tattoos and even her birthmark.
They were the proof that this woman was as much a warrior as he was.
“I think that you were given a shitty start to life, but you’ve not only managed to survive, but to become an intelligent, competent woman able to create her own business,” he murmured in soft tones. “And one who is courageous and loyal enough to be willing to suffer just to help a sister who was a complete stranger to you.”
Her expression remained stubbornly defiant. “Nice, but we both know I’m staying because the elders want me dead.”
He leaned down to snatch a brief, utterly carnal kiss. “Lie to yourself if you want, but you can’t lie to me,” he murmured. Over the past hours he’d started to understand the gentle female beneath the hard façade. “If it weren’t for Ashe you would have disappeared the night you were brought to the Wildlands.”