Chapter Seventeen
Ryan
Maya is soaked. She’s practically dripping. Her scent wraps around me like a shroud that cancels out everything else in the room. If my wolf wasn’t feral before, he would be gone completely if she refused me now.
Slowly, painfully slowly, I run my fingers to the concealed zipper at the back of her dress, pulling it down to reveal her creamy skin. I peel it down her body, reveling in the hitch of her breath and the way she gives herself to me. Everything feels so damn right.
My hands slide up along her bare waist, barely grazing the side of her bare breast before moving downward again.
I take my time, enjoying the electricity in my fingertips that only touching my fated mate could elicit.
Maya lets out soft little whimpers every time I move away from her breasts, which leads me to believe she’s sensitive there.
“Up,” I order when I can’t take the dress down further.
Maya stands immediately, though her knees wobble ever so slightly and she reaches for the table to steady herself.
Her dress falls to the floor, and she steps out of it before turning to face me.
I pick up the latex material before folding it and placing it on the table and bringing my gaze back to my mate standing before me in nothing but her thigh-high boots.
I’ve seen her naked body before while watching through the windows of her home, but this is the first time she has put herself on display for me intentionally. My wolf is settled by her hard as diamonds nipples and the visible wetness that tracks down the inside of her thighs.
“Stunning,” I say, perusing her trim figure—her shapely runner’s legs, the curve from her hips sweeping to her small waist, and her breasts that look like they will fit perfectly into the palm of my hand.
I could sit and stare at her for hours. But that’s not what we agreed to.
When I pat my lap, Maya settles herself back in the same position from before, spread over my thighs, sitting faced away from me with her back to my front and her head resting on my shoulder.
My hands caress her skin, smoothing over her arms, stomach, the sides of her breasts, and along the inside of her thighs, until she is shaking with need.
“You do not have permission to come, Kitten. Not until we are alone.”
“Ye… yes, Sir,” she murmurs through heavy breaths
My fingers trail to her breasts, to her peaked nipples, and she whimpers when I tweak and twist them. When I trail a hand down to her soaked pussy, she lets out a sob. This must be torture, having her mate's fingers touching her sex and not being able to come.
“You want to come all over my hand, don’t you?” I ask as I push a finger into her tight channel.
“Yes, please.”
“That’s not what we agreed, Kitten,” I say, adding a second finger and slowly pumping inside her wet heat.
“I’m sorry, Sir. I can’t… I need…” Her breathing comes in hard pants as she tries to stop herself from cresting the wave of an orgasm. I’m barely touching her, but she’s so beautifully responsive. So mine.
I withdraw my fingers when her body starts to shake and she slumps down. I take the hand that had been playing with her nipple and wrap it around her sleek ponytail, pulling her head back so she can see me as I suck my own fingers, tasting her arousal for the first time.
I let out a groan of appreciation. “Delicious,” I say before crashing my lips against hers, claiming her mouth. She kisses me back greedily, but I can smell her disappointment at her orgasm being stolen away from her.
“Don’t worry, Kitten; good things come to those who wait,” I whisper against her lips before resuming my exploration of her body.
Moments later, an attendant comes over with the key to the room Maya had booked.
Gripping her hips, I push her up to stand.
Then I pick up her dress and tell her to lead the way so I can hang back a few steps and watch her naked form move through the tables of others.
She keeps her head held high, and while several patrons glance at her appreciatively, no one stares or says anything.
When she gets to her door, there’s a shred of uncertainty interrupting her sweet scent, but she unlocks it and walks in anyway. “Can you remember what the plan is?” I ask, needing clarity about what she’s feeling right now.
“Yes, Sir.”
“What is your color?”
“Yellow. I… I’m a little nervous.”
“Do you want to stop or slow down, Kitten?”
Maya smiles at me, and her whole face lights up. She transcends every image of beauty I have imagined up to this point. No painting in a gallery, no sunset or flower, nothing could ever compare to her allure.
“I just needed to know it was okay,” she whispers as she closes the door behind us. “I needed to know you would listen to me. That hesitation would be met with respect rather than frustration. And now I do.”
My mind spins with anger, and my wolf wants to howl and tear apart whoever made her feel like she wouldn’t be listened to if she wanted to slow down. But I don’t have time to spiral because Maya is pressing herself up against me and making everything else disappear. For now.
I squat down and pick her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist. I can’t hold back my groan at how well we fit together. How her weight in my hands feels so right.
I walk toward the bed in the center of the room.
It’s a four-poster with various hooks and cuffs.
On one end, there are stocks for restraining a submissive, but I don’t need any of that.
Maya doesn’t want to be tied down, and that’s not an issue for me.
I want her to be dying to feel every ounce of pleasure I am so willing to give her.
I deposit my mate onto the center of the silky purple sheets and press a chaste kiss to her lips more before pulling back.
“I want to keep the opaque there tonight; I want you to myself. Is that okay?” Maya moans out her agreement as I shrug off my jacket and unbutton my shirt.
Her eyes light up, and she bites her bottom lip as she rakes over my body.
“Like what you see?” I ask, smirking at her eager nod. Of course she likes my body; I was made for her.
She tracks my hands as I slowly unbuckle my belt and shuck my pants. By the time I’m down to my boxer briefs, her eyes gleam with the yellow of her cat. Maya presses her legs together and lets out a groan when I drop my briefs, revealing my hard cock.
“Keep those legs spread and your hands above your head,” I order as I climb onto the bed, and Maya complies immediately. “Such a good girl. So needy and wet for a masked man. I’ve been dying to taste you since the first moment I smelled you. Lie back and enjoy. Come as many times as you want.”
I lunge forward, the world blurring as I focus on what I’ve needed for days, and Maya's squeal pierces the air as my tongue finds her slick cunt. There’s a rush of wet heat, and then a sweet, tangy taste explodes in my mouth.
Delicious. Her responsive body arches against me.
I'll devour her pussy every day for the rest of my life, and it still won’t be enough.
So. Fucking. Good.
Maya’s thighs clamp around me as she bucks against my face.
Her moans are a growing melody building to a symphony, and her body shakes and trembles.
All too soon, she tenses and stiffens as an orgasm crashes through her, but I continue to lick her through the aftershocks of her pleasure, refusing to let her come down.
I pump two fingers into her tight channel, hooking them and finding that spot inside her I know will bring her pleasure.
So easy to locate, so responsive when I stroke it.
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” she chants as her pussy clenches around my fingers. I withdraw my tongue and lips from her pussy while keeping my fingers buried inside her.
“No need to call me God; Sir works for me,” I mutter, before crushing my lips against hers and swallowing the moans of her second orgasm. Maya gasps for breath as she falls apart before me. We’ve only been in this room for about five minutes, and she’s already come for me twice.
Vindication and pride settle into my bones. I was so right to wait for her. No one else would ever be so right for me.
“What if I want to get on my knees so I can worship you fully?” she asks when she finally steadies her breathing and stops quivering.
“Not tonight. It’s not part of the carefully laid-out plan I’ve given you. Can you remember the plan, Kitten?”
Maya whimpers and squeezes her eyes shut. She shudders before raising her sultry gaze to mine. “You said you would make me come on your tongue, your fingers, and your cock, and then you would fuck my ass. And you’ve already crossed your tongue and fingers off your list.”
“Color?”
“Green, Sir.”
“I need to be honest with you about something first,” I whisper into her ear. “It’s been a long time for me. I’m not going to last very long when I get inside you.”
Maya’s breath hitches at my confession. “That’s surprisingly attractive. While we’re being honest, would you consider telling me your name?”
I stroke circles up and down the inside of her thighs, eliciting involuntary shudders from her.
Does she genuinely not know it’s me? How is that possible?
Does she still not recognize me as her mate?
Or as her patient? I can’t stop now. I’m so close to being inside my mate.
My tenuous grip on my humanity would be lost completely if I tried to pull my wolf back at this point.
Barring her mask and her high healed leather boots, Maya lies naked and boneless.
Her silky hair is still in its ponytail but looks much less polished than when I first saw her tonight.
She’s so at ease with me. Maybe she doesn’t know I’m her mate; maybe it’s different for cats.
And now that I have a direction, I can start searching for more information.
But for now, my mate wants me to fuck her, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
“All in good time,” I say, grabbing a condom from the side table of toys before positioning myself between her thighs. “How do condoms fit into your limits?”
“Everyone is tested regularly here so that condoms aren’t required,” she says with a shrug. “And we don’t need to worry about pregnancy.”
“Kitten, I didn’t ask if I had to use a condom, I asked if you wanted me to,” I say, putting authority into my voice.
I know I can’t get her pregnant; we’ve just met, so her first heat will take a while to come on.
And shifters don’t carry STDs. But that’s not why I’m asking her.
I know she’s safe with me, but I want her to be comfortable too.
“I’ve never…”
“You’ve never gone bare before?” I ask when she trails off and averts her gaze.
Maya shakes her head slowly, then inhales deeply and holds her breath before letting it out again. “I’ve never actually had sex before,” she confesses in little more than a whisper. “I’ve used toys. It’s not a big deal. I’ve… I just haven’t felt safe enough.”
She’s rambling. Like I wouldn’t love the news that I’m her first. Like my wolf isn’t puffing out his chest right now. It shouldn’t matter. It doesn’t matter. But still, she hasn’t felt safe… until she met me. And that has me feeling powerful in a way being the alpha of a pack never did.
“Kitten, do you want to stop?”
“Definitely not.”
“Thank Fate, because I’m going to explode if I don’t get inside you. Do you want me to use a condom?”
“No, Sir,” she says, her voice ringing out clear and firm. “I want to feel you—all of you.”
Fuck. My canines are already extending, and the serum I’ll use to seal our bond when I bite her fills my mouth.
My wolf pushes me to claim her, but I won’t.
Not yet. Not until I figure out why the hell she doesn’t seem to recognize our bond.
Not until she understands and begs me to sink my teeth into her throat.
I let out a groan and drop my head, breathing heavily as I push my wolf back down.
I line up my cock with her entrance and push inside her in one sure, steady thrust. The need to fuck her hard presses in on me, but I force myself to go slow.
Maya arches her back and gasps, and I still myself as I adjust to the heavenly feel of her pussy choking my cock.
She’s so wet and tight that I could come already.
I could give in to the fireworks that erupt at every point of contact between us.
But I grit my teeth and hold it back, praying to the Moon Goddess that Maya will get there soon because I refuse to get there before her.
I pull out and slide back in again, staring into Maya’s eyes as my balls draw up tight with the need to unload inside my stunning mate.
Tingles shoot down my spine, and I know this will be over embarrassingly quickly.
Taking one of her pebbled nipples into my mouth, I suck hard while my thrusts build in speed and intensity.
Maya gasps and bucks her hips, incoherently babbling about how big I am, how much she loves this, and how close she is.
My ego expands exponentially at the thought of making this stunning woman fall apart.
Just when I feel like I can’t hold on another second, Maya falls off the deep end into the abyss of pleasure only one’s fated mate could bring, and her pussy constricts around me, milking me of my seed.
A noise escapes me, bordering on a roar, but I can’t hold it in.
She’s everything. She claws at my arms with her animal’s nails, scoring my skin and drawing blood.
I welcome the pain. Relish how it refocuses my mind away from the need to sink my teeth into the juncture of her neck and shoulder.
Until Maya sees what she’s done. I’m still inside her when she notices the droplets of blood. Her already pale skin blanches completely, and her eyes go wide, returning to the dark pools of obsidian of her human form.