Chapter 9
Never in my wildest dreams did I think this perfect woman would love me. yet I believe it when she says the words. This is heaven and if I died now, I would be content.
The scent of her fills me. Stepping off the bed, I strip out of my clothes.
She stares at me with her blue eyes shining in the moonlight. “You’re so beautiful.”
“I was thinking the same thing about you.”
Sitting up, she pulls her T-shirt over her head and wiggles out of her shorts. Every move is adorable and sexy at the same time. It’s a combination that is all Daile, and I’ll never get enough of it or her.
Backing into the center of the mattress, she gives me the wickedest smile I’ve ever seen.
“What?” I place one knee on the edge of the bed. The scent of her arousal is like a drug, and I grip my cock, giving it a tug.
She bites her bottom lip, rolls onto her stomach, and lifts her perfect round ass in the air. “I need you, Jorge. I’m aching inside.”
My desire to always give her pleasure before seeking my own is challenged. “I want to taste you and feel you come apart.”
She sighs soft and needy. “We can do that later. Now I need to feel you deep inside me.”
My angel never talks like this, but I love it. My panther rises and growls as I position myself behind her. Running my hands along her back, waist, and hips, her skin is like silk. I reach around and cup both of her beautiful tits in my hands, kneading them and teasing the hard tips.
Daile cries my name and lifts her ass higher.
Notching my cock in her slick folds is like coming home. “So wet. So perfect.”
“Please, Jorge.” She rocks back to take the head of my cock inside her wet pussy.
Gripping her hips, I thrust until I’m balls deep in heaven. I hold still, unwilling to rush and so turned on, I might come before she finds her orgasm. “You feel so good, Daile.”
With a cry, she rocks forward and back, slamming our thighs together over and over. Her moans and breathing get louder and faster.
Now that I’ve got myself under control, I grip her hips and steady the pace. My spine tingles and my legs shake, but I can wait and make sure she finds her release.
Resting her cheek on the sheet, she tips her ass up, changing the angle and making me see stars. Her soft fingers touch my balls gently.
“Amante, you’re driving me to madness.” The tingle grows stronger and races up my spine. Unable to hold on, I reach around and slide my fingers over her swollen wet clit while pounding into her.
Her body tightens around my cock and pulls me over the edge.
She screams my name as her sheath milks every drop from me. She collapses and I wrap her in my arms, kissing her neck.
“The ridges are typical of panther shifters?” she asks, still catching her breath.
This is the first time she asked in all the weeks we’ve been making love. Some women don’t notice.
“Cats have them to stimulate our mates and some think it encourages ovulation.” I try not to ask if she likes this or not, but it’s not easy. “Is it pleasurable for you?”
“God, yes. Though human women only ovulate once a month regardless of stimulation.” She giggles, and the sound is music.
My heart swells at the thought of our child growing inside her beautiful body. The image of her swollen with life is sexier than it should be. “Are children something you want?”
She lets out a long sigh. “Oh yes. I always wanted a big family. Being an only child, I dreamed of six kids running around playing. Am I scaring you off?”
“No, my love. Nothing will ever scare me off again.” I get out of bed. “I’ll get a washcloth and clean you up. Don’t move.”
In the bathroom, I wait for the water to get warm. I must be losing my mind. How can I have this life with my old life hanging over my head? Brushing the unpleasant thoughts aside, I wet the washcloth and return to Daile.
Her lids are heavy, and she lies naked and sprawled across the bed.
As I clean between her legs, her gaze falls on my face. “That feels so nice.” She spreads wider, letting her knees fall open. Her hand runs from her abdomen, up to her pretty tits and she toys with her nipple and lets out a little gasp.
Finished, I run the cloth to the bathroom. My cock is at full attention, and when I return to find her touching both her tit and her clit, it grows harder still. “You’re a goddess.” I take full advantage of her position, pressing my shoulders against her thighs. While she continues to give herself pleasure, I lick her fingers and clit until she drops her hand away and lets me take over.
She lifts her hips, pressing her pussy tight to my mouth. “Oh, god. So good.” She grips my hair to the point where pleasure and pain meet.
Sliding my tongue through her folds, pressing inside her, then licking my way up and sucking her tight bud forces the most delicious cries of pleasure from her. In a soft then hard rhythm, I continue and slide two fingers inside her.
She bucks faster against my face and digits, crying my name and out to random deities. It’s like a beautiful symphony of passion as she rises to her peak and crashes over with a gush of sweet juices and screams of passion.
Lapping up every drop, I slip my fingers free and rise over her, keeping my weight on my arms. Before I can ask her if she’s had enough or wants more, she wraps her legs around me and pulls me inside her perfect body.
My cat growls and my skin tingles with the shift of hair and tail merging with my human form. My eyesight grows keener.
Daile’s pupils are blown as she gasps but slides her fingers through the soft fur at my neck. “You’re so beautiful.”
My tail wraps around her leg, skimming the soft skin of her thigh. “I can’t help it, Amante. My beast wants you as much as the man.” I pull out to my tip and thrust deep again and again.
“Yes. I want all of you, both of you.” As if to prove herself, she meets my thrusts hard and strong, over and over.
I cover her lips with mine and suck her tongue in rhythm with our fucking. My orgasm comes in a rush, and I break the kiss, a roar falling from my lips.
Her long cry fills the room as her body pulses around mine and she grips my shoulders with sharp nails digging into my skin and pulling more pleasure from the moment.
Pressing my forehead to hers, I catch my breath. “I love you, Daile. I will always love you.”
“I love you too.” She caresses the places where her nails probably made marks. She can’t know that I would suffer more to feel her body around mine for as long as we live.
Not in a position to offer more than my love and these perfect moments in time, I keep the truth to myself and roll to the side.
She cuddles in against me, and I cover us.
When I came to her house tonight, I had food and news, neither of which has been shared. “I was summoned to the club today. I thought they might be tossing me out of town.”
Her muscles tighten. “What happened?”
“They told me they were considering me for membership and asked if that was something I’d be interested in.” I hold my breath. She might not understand that to a shifter, not having a pack or pride is a lonely existence, even with her in my arms.
“What did you tell them?” Her body softens, and she traces circles around my now-human skin with her soft fingers.
“I told them there are things in my past that needed disclosing. I didn’t want them to make the offer and then find out about the situation in Florida after the fact. If they want me, they need to know the whole truth.” Even now, the memory of telling my story creates an ache in my soul.
Her hand stills, but she stays touching me. “That must have been very difficult.”
“I won’t lie. It wasn’t easy to tell or watch their expressions as my story unfolded.” Inside, my panther bristles at the situation.
“Do you want to tell me how they reacted?” She resumes her petting.
I shrug. “They listened without interrupting and said they appreciated my honesty. Jude, the president, suggested I go back and clear my name. I can’t imagine that’s possible. I guess there’s a process for acceptance. Most clubs have some kind of tribunal or round table when discussing a new member. I should know in a few weeks or months if they want me to join.”
“Why don’t you think it’s possible to clear your name? Have you ever tried?” She sits up. She’s so beautiful with her hair hanging over her freckled shoulders and her blue eyes bright with interest.
Rolling back, I stare at the ceiling. “I know it’s hard for you to understand, but a pride is like a large extended family. No one took my part when my parents were killed. No one comforted me in my hour of need. They didn’t send out enforcers to find who killed my parents. They said I did it but they couldn’t prove it, and told me to go and never come back.”
“So, your feelings were hurt and rightfully so. I can understand that, but by never pushing through to the truth, you’ve let them dictate your entire life since.” She presses her fingers to her lips. “I’m sorry. It’s not my business. You’re right, I don’t understand the dynamics of a pride or pack.”
Taking her hand, I kiss her palm. “I’ll think about it.”
A hint of a smile pulls at her lips. “Is it important to you to become part of the club here in Broken Arrow?”
“It’s very hard to be what I am and have no shifters around me who accept me. Cat shifters have prides like wolves have packs. Broken Arrow is unique because it accepts outsiders and all shifter species. I’ve never met another club like this one.” My pride was all panthers and cougars in Florida. I’ve met wolf, bear, and mountain lion packs all over the world, but this is the first place I’ve ever been where species isn’t relevant. They accept shifters who will add value to the club. “I’m honored that they are thinking of me.”
Leaning down, she kisses my cheek. “I hope you become a part of the community here in Broken Arrow because I can see it’s important to you. They would be lucky to have you.”
While I notice she excludes herself from the equation, I don’t say anything about it. After all, I doubt I’ll be accepted, and my past will eventually find me here and I’ll have to leave. That’s no life for Daile. She’s going places and that means she’s not wandering the world with the likes of me.