11. Chapter Eleven
Chapter Eleven
M av hadn’t given herself a single second to process what she had just seen— who she had just seen—walk through that door.
Her trap had worked; the thief had come here just as she’d hoped.
What Mav had not expected was to find the stunning woman who had consumed nearly every one of her thoughts since the moment Mav first saw her leaning easily against the tavern bar.
Watching Colette slip into this noble’s bedroom in all black had been an out of body experience.
Colette was here. Colette was her thief.
Colette was currently pinned between Mav’s body and the massive wooden door, her breasts heaving and her eyes full of shock and fury.
In Mav’s hurry to contain the intruder, she had grabbed Colette’s shoulders in her massive hands and had wedged her knee between the thief’s legs.
Which, now that Mav was hesitating, meant Colette’s hands were still free, and Mav’s thigh was pressed against Colette’s hot cunt.
This was not how this was supposed to go.
Mav’s wicked sharp stinger was poised in the air by Collete’s throat, ready to strike if Colette made a wrong move.
Every ounce of Mav’s training drained out of her mind as she looked down into Colette’s face, her lovely high cheekbones and eyes the blue of aquamarine, startling in the glow of the desert moon.
Colette took advantage of Mav’s distraction, and before Mav could strike with her tail, one of Colette’s daggers pressed to Mav’s throat.
“Hello, Captain,” Colette said in that sultry voice that nearly took Mav to her knees.
“Thief,” Mav answered with less bite than she intended.
“Mm, yes, I suppose I am. You didn’t ask what I did for a living.” Colette shrugged and the hint of a smile played at the corner of her lush mouth.
“Did you know?” Mav asked, the bite of betrayal hitting her harder than it should over someone she barely knew.
“That you’ve been hunting me? Yes, Captain.
I left you a note, remember? I must say, you took my advice rather well last night.
You were very focused.” Colette smiled fully then, and Mav wanted more than anything to forget the fact that this woman was the thief that was about to ruin her career.
She wanted to pin her hips to the floor and taste her.
“I can’t believe it’s you.” Mav’s voice had dropped into a growl, and venom dripped from her stinger. She should end this and apprehend Colette without a second thought; but she couldn’t bring herself to strike. Mav could hardly believe the two objects of her obsession were one and the same.
“There’s no one here but me to witness your nobility, Captain.
Should we pick up where we left off last night?
Sadly, I don’t have my rope with me, but I think we can get creative.
” Colette slowly lowered her dagger, and the intensity of their eye contact had every rational thought fleeing Mav’s mind.
Before she knew what she was doing, her lips were crashing into Colette’s, and by all the old gods of Domhan na Rùin, Colette matched her stroke for stroke.
It was passionate and wild, and Colette’s hands wound into her mane, dagger clattering to the floor.
Mav’s entire world centered around the feeling of this woman’s lips against her own, her tiny body pressed close.
Colette hiked her leg up against Mav’s hip, and she remembered that her knee was still pressed to Colette’s core.
Mav couldn’t believe what she was doing, what she wanted. It was a problem for later, she decided. Now, she would have Colette. “Ride me, beautiful thief. Take your pleasure from me.” Mav nipped at Colette’s ear, and the breathy moan that came from Colette’s lips may as well have been music.
Colette began to grind against Mav’s thigh, and Mav watched her, felt her. Mav squeezed Colette’s perfect breasts in her hands and sucked at her neck. Mav hoped it would leave a mark.
“I thought I was meant to be the one in charge.” Colette said, breathless, still riding Mav’s leg.
“Colette, you will never truly know the power you hold over me.” Mav was becoming more overwhelmed by Colette’s closeness by the second.
She didn’t know what had come over her, but she found she wanted to…
sting? The desire to bury her stinger into Colette struck Mav out of nowhere.
Just a moment before, the thought of hurting Colette had been abhorrent somehow, but now somewhere in her soul Mav knew it would not harm her.
“Will you take your clothes off?” Mav asked.
Colette smiled up at her, sweat glistening on her skin in the moonlight. “Yes, Mav, since you asked so nicely.”
Mav backed up a step to give Colette some space, and she watched, transfixed, as Colette stripped out of her clothes piece by piece.
“Lay down, Captain.” Colette’s voice was soft but rang with dominance, and Mav felt a thrill at the command.
She didn’t hesitate, sitting down on the large plush rug near one of the windows and leaning back on her elbows.
She watched as Colette prowled toward her, gloriously naked.
Mav could not believe how beautiful her human thief was.
Colette stood over Mav’s hips before lowering herself onto her knees. Mav wanted to touch Colette more than anything.
“Do you think you can make me come, lion?”
Mav nodded.
“Go ahead, then.”
Mav didn’t hesitate, retracting her wicked claws and reaching up to touch the thick curls between Colette’s legs, wet with Colette’s arousal. Mav stroked softly, gradually parting her soft folds and working her fingers in to find Colette’s clit.
Mav savored every sound that came from Colette’s lips as she explored. She stroked and pressed and slipped a finger in…then two. Mav worked Colette’s tight cunt with a singular focus, until she felt Colette’s inner channel beginning to flutter.
“Mav, don’t stop, please,” Colette whined.
Mav saw her tail flick through the air out of the corner of her eye, but it was too late to stop herself.
Her stinger plunged into the flesh of Colette’s pert ass, and then Colette was coming on Mav’s fingers.
She could feel her venom flowing into Colette, and the base of her tail tingled with pleasure.
Mav felt an orgasm crash into her as well at the sensation of stinging her mate.
Mav’s eyes flew open. Oh no. Oh no, no, no.
“Colette,” Mav said, breathless. “Colette are you alright?”
“Hmm? Oh, yes ,” Colette answered, her face flushed and eyelids drooping. Mav began to panic. Her venom, usually, would already have knocked a human out cold. How was Colette still conscious?
“Can you tell me how you’re feeling?” Mav reached up to cup Colette’s cheek.
“I feel…I feel, everything ,” Colette said dreamily, sitting down fully onto Mav’s hips. She began to grind herself against Mav, clearly still quite conscious.
“Colette, you shouldn’t be awake still. I stung you. I need you to tell me you are alright. I’m so sorry, Colette, I don’t know what came over me.”
“I’m fine, sweet lion, don’t worry about me. Just touch me, please, Mav.”
Mav did not understand what was happening, but she was starting to realize that being near Colette made everything confusing.
“You promise you’re alright?” Mav needed to make sure Colette was safe.
“Yes. Please take off your clothes? I want to rub my face in your pretty fur.”
Mav was absolutely done for.