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  His nails raked a path up her legs, the slight pain pushing the edge of her pleasure closer to the surface. She bit her lips to stifle another moan as her ripe body begged for more. Only this man could appease the fire that built inside her body. It had been stupid of her to think she could meet him here and not want this to happen. He’d been the smart one taking charge. This had been a long time coming.

  “I can smell how needy you are, querida,” he said as if reading her mind. “I am going to take the edge off. Then the real fun will begin.” His words held such promise. The feel of his tongue running up the small of her back, along her spine, made her gasp.

  The warm, wet trail was an unsatisfactory tease when it stopped at her bra until he undid her hook, allowing the hindrance to slide down her arms to the floor. His hands cupped her breasts, pulling at the nipples, elongating them as his face pressed into her shoulder and he inhaled her scent.

  His other hand shot between her thighs, his thumb thrumming over her clit. Ragged moans escaped her. Her hips began to move in the rhythm he set, silently asking for more. She was so wet. The cream crept from her core, coating her inner thighs. Just when she thought she would go mad from want, he slid two fingers deep inside, filling her greedy pussy. She cried out again.

  “Ah, querida, how wet you are. How eager you are to find your pleasure.” His mouth was at her ear, and the words he whispered were deeply erotic. “You are tight around my fingers. I can only begin to imagine how you will feel around my cock.” He hooked his fingers over her g-spot within her and pressed, and then she came apart.

  Sanura bucked back against him, riding out the orgasm as she shattered into a million pieces, stars bursting behind her eyelids. If he hadn’t been holding her, she would have fallen to the floor. She stayed there pressed against him, panting. Her head leaned back onto his shoulder as she tried to recover.

  “I have to know how you taste,” he said.

  His voice was thick with lust, and she heard him making licking sounds, only able to assume he was licking his fingers. His words proved that assumption to be right. He groaned. “Just as I thought, exotic and hot. I can taste your passion.” He then placed his fingers at her lips and she mewled, running her tongue over his fingers, cleaning them. With her own cream on her tongue she could taste the very desire she’d been feeling. Her breath caught as she whimpered.

  “We aren’t done, querida, by any means.” He picked her up in his arms, and soon she felt the bed beneath her as he placed her in what she assumed was the center of it. She heard rustling, her werecat hearing picking up the sound of a belt being removed, then tossed. She smiled. He was disrobing.

  “It would be a shame if we were done. You have promised my body much with that taste of what you just gave me.” She heard him chuckle and then the bed sank, his body weight settled there.

  “Damn, baby girl, you have me so ready my cock won’t stop leaking.” Rafael moved onto the bed next to her, inhaling the sweet musk her body exuded. She was a rare delicacy that made his mouth water. His cock was hard, the tip leaking pre-cum, and she had yet to place her hands on his body.

  “Touch me, querida,” he said. When she did what he asked his muscles jumped in response to the path her hands drew down his chest to his abs. Her nails teased his flesh as she took the time to trace each individual muscle. He gave a low moan that seemed to come from deep within.

  “I’ve waited so long to touch your body. We’ve both waited too long to take what’s rightfully ours.”

  “You’re right, we have.” Climbing onto his lap, she reversed their roles.

  Her moist heat sat on his stomach as she bent down to torture him. Her nose nuzzled against his neck as she breathed him in. Their kind was attracted to scents, which added to their bond. Slender fingers buried in his long strands of hair. The nails raking against his scalp intended to cause him pleasure even with that bit of pain. Sanura’s tongue darted out to brush across his carotid artery, and he bucked against her, grabbing her to try to flip her back to her back. This earned a chuckle from her.

  “Someone’s impatient; I know I’m one up on you. We should remedy that, and I promise we will soon.”

  As werecats, their senses were heightened so taking away one boosted the others tenfold. His hips lifted to come in contact with her weeping slit, and she lifted into the air, a sly smirk on her face.

  “Uh uh.” She moved down his chest. “No, no, no,” she chided, lifting her hips higher as she rained kisses over down the column of his throat to nip at the tender spot where it met his shoulders.

  She continued her playful love bites down his chest to his abs, stopping with her face just shy of his raging hard on. His slit was swollen and oozing pre-cum. She could smell the salt and feel its warmth as it dripped down the head of his cock onto her fingers as she gripped him. She blew her breath over his heated flesh and once again she could feel him twitch.

  “I’d really like to taste you, because you smell delicious, but if I start I won’t be able to stop until your cum is running down the back of my throat.” She slid her hands down to grip him at his base.

  “That’s a big cock you have, Papi. I want to feel if between my tits,” she said, stroking him with long sure strokes as his breath came in pants.

  “Would you like that, Papi? Like to fuck my tits?”

  “Yes.”

  She spit on his dick to add moisture, bending forward to sandwich his cock between her soft mounds. He growled.

  “On second thought, how about I lie down so I can suck your cock while you fuck my tits.”

  Her breath left her as he used his speed to place her onto the center of the bed with him kneeling over her.

  He placed his cock between the valley of her breast, moaning when she spat on him and pressed them close together.

  “You like the way my tits feel, don’t you, Papi?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then get to it,” she taunted. As he thrust forward she leaned her head down and held her tongue out so that with each movement up he came in contact with her hot, wet tongue. She alternated between licking him and letting the head of his cock fuck her mouth as he thrust.

  “Fuck, you feel so good, baby.”

  “You taste good, Papi. I bet your cum will be like nectar in my mouth.”

  Her words seemed to spur him on, and he moved faster as she sucked him down, making him cry out when she began to hum. Pride filled her. I’m doing that to him. There was no shyness here. She’d waited too long and grown too needy. She wanted to mark him physically and mentally. Show him she was the only woman he’d ever need.

  “Shit, querida, I’m going to come.”

  “I want it in my mouth,” she whispered as he thrust between her mounds one last time before she swallowed him down, slurping his cum as he emptied into her mouth, releasing a primal cry.

  “Mmh, that’s what you would call delicioso,” she teased as he held her body flat against his own. He lay back against the pillows, and she followed him, turning so that she was facing away from him. She’d allow him to catch his breath and then it would be on once more. The fire within her wasn’t by any means appeased, and from the feel of him, his fire wasn’t even close to extinguishing.

  ****

  His shaft hardened against her round ass. Their mingling scents filled his nostrils. He wanted to come inside her. Stir it around inside her walls until she came again the way he’d always dreamed. From the time she’d blossomed at sixteen she’d been a recurring star of his fantasies. She thought he hadn’t noticed, but he had.

  Sanura had always been his end game. He just wanted to give her time to grow up and be prepared for everything he needed from her. A grown man’s desires didn’t mix with a young girl’s first discovery. So, even though it’d killed him he kept it moving and bided his time. His need to mark her every way possible should be disturbing, but it wasn’t. The overdrive of need that flowed through her body was contagious.

  “I have more I think you�
��ll enjoy, querida.” He placed a hand on her neck, tilting her head back to devour her lips. Rafael dipped his tongue inside, tasting the remnants of his salty sweetness. Their tongues dueled as he explored every nuance of her moist cavern.

  “You taste like peaches,” he whispered, as he slid his hardness between her folds.

  “Mmm, I taste like peaches and your cum.” He watched the grin spread over her beautiful face.

  Her back arched as her arms came up around his neck. Her full hips undulated against him as he reached around to circle her bud.

  “So wet, you’re ready for me, aren’t you?”

  “Yes,” she purred. The vibration in her chest stoked his ego.

  “You’re such a good little cat. I think I’ll call you kitten,” he said.

  A powerful surge forward buried him to the hilt inside her tight passage. His pace was slow and steady as he filled every inch of her channel. Each stroke went deeper until he was brushing her cervix, causing her to scream out with pleasure. His strength would’ve broken the pelvis in a human, a fact he’d learned firsthand in his youth. The traumatic experience had turned his life upside down and put him off sex with non-supers for good. Sweat beaded on his brow as he continued his steady pace.

  His entire world was narrowed down to his thumb on her clit and how deep he could bury himself inside her. Her leg wound around his calf as she lifted herself up to thrust back, giving as good as she got. The sound of her gasps of pleasure was music to his ears. As many times as he’d imagined this he had never thought it would actually come true. Her walls clamped down around him like a vise grip as her body began to quake. He gritted his teeth, holding back his orgasm just long enough for her to explode around him before he followed.

  Chapter Three

  For several moments they shuddered against each other, the harsh sound of their breathing the only sound in the room. There was a tap at the door. She groaned, attempted to sit up and gasped as she collapsed back onto the bed. Now that is the sound of a woman replete with satisfaction. He kissed her shoulder, pulling from her with a moan of his own as he rolled from the bed, leaving her there in the center.

  “Don’t worry, kitten. It’s something I requested. Just lie there looking gorgeous.”

  She sprawled across the bed. He made his way to the bathroom with cat-like grace, grabbing a towel and placing it around his waist and tucking it so it stayed. Opening the room door, he found a cart that held what he had asked for, wheeled it in, and shut the door behind him with a soft click.

  His eyes targeted her on the bed, and he found her still in the same position. They’d yet to use even a fraction of either of their stamina, and he had no plans of ending things soon. The planning could wait. This moment belonged to them. After all they’d done to keep everyone safe they deserved it. He pushed the cart next to the bed and shot back into the bathroom, cleansing himself with a bit of soap and water. Tossing his cloth into a hamper, he grabbed one for her. Returning to her with quick strides, he knelt beside her on the bed and placed the warm cloth between her legs, cleaning her with gentle strokes.

  Her back arched, her body moved toward the cloth, and she cried out. She was ready again, but he wanted to keep her on edge. She reached for him, but he dodged easily and moved from the bed chuckling. “Not yet, kitten, but soon. This time you get to indulge me.”

  “Ah, Papi. We only have one night. Why do we need to wait?” She huffed.

  “I promise you it’ll be worth it.” He spoke over his shoulder as he headed to the bathroom to get rid of the soiled cloth. Back at her side, he settled on to the bed, removed the silver top that hid the chocolate-covered strawberries and chilled champagne.

  “Ahh, just as I requested.” Grabbing a strawberry he placed it at her lips. Using her senses to guide her she opened her luscious lips wide and accepted the plump, red, berry. Sharp, even teeth sank in, and juice welled up around the berry. Then he watched as she chewed slowly and then swallowed.

  “See now, wasn’t this worth waiting for, querida?”

  “It was perfect. I love strawberries and chocolate. Having both of them together is just divine.”

  He removed the fruit from her lips and leaned in to lick the chocolate staining her lips. “I figured you could use some sustenance for our next bit of fun.”

  She chuckled and opened her mouth for another bite. Of course, he obliged her, and then repeated the lick to her bottom lip, which had been smudged with the melting chocolate. He then ate the last bit of the strawberry, running his chocolate-coated fingers over her lips and groaning as she leaned up to suck the creamy mixture off.

  “Ah, that is the spirit, querida. We both get what we want this way.”

  He grabbed another strawberry, watching her for a moment as her breathing went up a notch. He placed it at her lips, stroking it across her bottom lip in a teasing manner then trailed it down her throat and across her breasts. He watched with pleasure as her body arched and she gave a soft mewl.

  “Oh Papi, you’re a tease.”

  “Kitten, you don’t know the half of it.”

  Leaning in he licked her nipple, laved it with his tongue, and sucked it into his mouth. Tired of playing nice he released her and bit down. She jerked off the bed, a husky purr rumbling in her chest. He rose, covered her mouth, mashing their lips together and thrusting his tongue into her mouth.

  Their tongues dueled, battling for dominance. He pulled back to suck down air before nipping her bottom lip. Plucking another strawberry from the tray as their mouths mated, he pressed a strawberry to her slit, rubbing it there as he moved down to focus on her neck. A sharp intake of breath escaped; her head fell back, and her legs parted.

  “Like that, kitten?”

  “Shit, Papi. You know I do.”

  Her hips rocked against his hand, and her lips parted around the strawberry. He looked down her body; the fruit glistened with her juices and chocolate.

  “Lie back, kitten. It’s my turn to feast.”

  He popped the berry into his mouth, savoring the bittersweet blend of her juices and the sweet berry. In need of more of her flavor he moved down her body, buried his face between her thighs, and lapped at her clit roughly, like a cat drinking cream.

  Her fingers clutched long hair, tugged the strands tight. His cock twitched. She was just as into this as he. His stiff tongue drove deep as he explored her walls. The small whimpers told him he was hitting all the right spots.

  He thrust two fingers into her tightness, using his thumb to stroke against the star at her ass. Even here she was soaked by the juices dripping down from her pussy. She hissed like the cat she was. With a gentle press of his thumb he entered her. He wiggled, and her ass sucked his digit deeper. Moaning he lifted his head, fascinated by the way his fingers disappeared inside her. This was his pussy, and by the end of the night she’d know it. She took to his rhythm with gusto, pushing into his fingers with exuberance. Her hands traveled to her breasts, and her slender fingers pulled and plucked her nipples.

  “Ah yes, kitten. Come. Let me feel your body shake with the need only I can arouse in you.”

  Eyes closed, she nodded rapidly. “Yes ... oh ... yes!” She screamed as her body bucked hard against his fingers.

  So strong, if I’d been a human there would’ve been some damage. “That’s it, querida, hard and fast. Take everything you wish from me. “

  Falling back onto the bed, she wilted like a flower. He removed his fingers and headed to the bathroom to fill the tub with nice warm water.

  ****

  Propped up on the pillows, she arched her eyebrow upward when she heard the sound of running water. Had he actually left her alone while he took a bath? Rafael had a lot of tricks up his sleeve. He knew his way around the female form, and if the strawberries and chocolate were any indication he had a romantic streak most women dreamed about. Surprising considering how often he changed girlfriends back in the day. Her attention was drawn back to the present as his footfalls came toward h
er.

  “I have another surprise, kitten.” Bending down he lifted her into his arms, and she squeaked.

  “What are you doing?” Shocked, she wrapped her arms around his neck.

  “I’m going to make sure we both get nice and clean before we get dirty again.” His sultry words accompanied by the romantic bridal carry made her jaw drop. Is he for real? Lowered gingerly into the water, with bubbles tickling her skin, she had her answer.

  “You had this planned out, why? You know we should be doing pack business.” Guilt crept in, threatening the happy place they’d created. With her heat in check for now she could think rationally.

  “There’s no way we could have done any of that with you in heat. Besides, we’ve paid our dues a million times. They can wait twenty-four hours.”

  “I suppose you’re right. It just feels wrong knowing all that I know and sitting on it.”

  “What you’ll be sitting on tonight is my cock. I want to wash the stench of that animal off your body and your soul. I know how much it killed you pretending to be a vapid twit while he put his hands on you. It’s the eve of your comeuppance, baby girl, time to celebrate. Please, allow me the honor of pampering you.” His words penetrated the shell she’d surrounded herself in for self-preservation. Weary, she leaned back against the tub, letting the water do its job and relax her aching muscles. It had been too long since she’d been fucked so well. Tiny waves lapped against her breasts as he entered the tub.

  “Why are you so different tonight? I’ve never seen this side of you, and we both know I’ve never been a flowers and candy kind of girl. “

  “While it’s true you can play sports with the best of them, every woman deserves to feel special, you especially. I never revealed this side because I never cared about any of the women before you.”

  “I- I don’t understand.”

  “Yes, you do.” Her heart rate picked up as his massage moved up her thigh, and his lips brushed her toes in a delicate kiss. “It’s always been you. Even before you were legal I wanted to spread your legs and make you mine. It’s why I keep my distance, pulled back and grew cold. I didn’t want to do anything that would land us both in trouble we couldn’t get out of. If we’d been together when that son of a bitch drugged me, I would’ve lost my mind.” His muscles flexed and anger poured off him, tinting his natural scent. Scooting in, she placed her hand on his chest.