Naughty Temptations

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

Kenyon almost laughed. Would have if the situation weren’t so messed up and Sirena didn’t appear shell-shocked. He knew one quick, surefire way to distract her and end any further protests.

Leaning in, he tangled his fingers in her hair and sealed their mouths together. Her lips parted readily and as before, with the first heady taste of her, he went up in flames. At least he wasn’t alone; she became just as frantic for more.

Sliding his hands under her ass, he lifted Sirena into his body and rose, keeping her pressed between him and the wall.

She tugged at his T-shirt, the material interrupting their kiss for an agonizingly long moment as she yanked it over his head. He followed her lead, shoving the remnants of her ruined blouse over her shoulders, flicking open the front clasp of the sexy bra and covering her bared breasts with his chest. The soft yet firm globes cushioned him as he pressed her back to the wall, the skin-on-skin contact eliciting a mewl of pleasure from her kiss-swollen lips. Kenyon kissed her again, swallowing the sultry sound, taking it deep inside.

He wanted to tear open his jeans and slam his c**k into the slick warmth of her receptive p***y, erase all trace of that lion and mark her. But Kenyon needed more than a quick, hard f**k against the wall. He had to replace the image of another male touching her, remove any trace of the lion’s scent and stake his claim.

More than that, he craved his mate. He wanted to savor her, kiss every inch of satiny skin, suckle her n*****s, tease the spasming walls of her p***y with his tongue and draw more of those delightful sounds from her lips.

Within him, Kenyon’s cat clawed for freedom, yearning to run with its mate and join with her.

Soon, he promised.

Leaning back, he ended the kiss and growled, “Bedroom?” He clenched his jaw, fighting to hold back.

Sirena let go of him only long enough to point. “End of the hall.”

She held on tight, scraping the edge of her teeth along his jaw, prodding him to move faster. Once inside the room he dropped her on the big bed, removed his shoes then freed his throbbing c**k from the restrictive confines of his jeans.

His intention to go slow flew right out the window when he looked over to find Sirena nude, spread out on the bed m**********g, her discarded skirt hanging from the nightstand. One hand plucked at a puckered pink n****e while two fingers from the other rapidly moved between her legs, f*****g her sweet p***y.

His p***y!

She squealed as he bounded onto the bed with a fierce roar. “Mine!”

“Fine,” she conceded. “But that works both ways. If I’m yours then you are most certainly mine. And Kenyon, I don’t share!”

Distracted by the thick fluid glistening on her fingers, he mumbled, “Good.” Considering the matter settled, he captured her wrist and drew those devilish fingers closer. A half-formed protest died on her lips as he sucked her fingers into his mouth and swirled his tongue around them to devour every last drop of cream, groaning in satisfaction over her rich flavor.

Twisting to the side, Sirena reached into the nightstand and grabbed a silver tube he easily recognized as a c******l stimulating gel.

“No.” He snatched the tube from her hand and tossed it across the room. “You don’t need that anymore.”

Maintaining his hold on her wrist, Kenyon rose to his knees and slowly moved over Sirena, caging her beneath him. He captured her other wrist, holding both in one hand on the pillow. “Always in such a rush to reach orgasm,” he scolded.

“Sometime today would be nice,” she grumbled.

“That hasn’t worked for you in the past, Kitten. Behave and I’ll get you there…repeatedly.” He flashed a wicked grin. “And unless you want to be tied to the bed, I suggest you keep your hands where I put them.”

Sirena groaned, “Ooh, that’s kinky, Kenyon.”

God, the sound of his name on her lips turned him inside out.

He gave her wrists a squeeze then let go, watching her expression as he lowered his head, kissed the upper swell of her breasts and cupped them in his hands. The warm mounds overflowed his palms. Kenyon massaged her breasts as he tried out various touches on her sensitive n*****s, pleased to learn she enjoyed the sensation of his teeth scraping and nipping at them best.

By the time he’d thoroughly licked, sucked and nibbled every gorgeous inch of her breasts, Sirena writhed and moaned, begging him to f**k her. He did, only not in the way she wanted. After gliding his tongue along her cleavage a few times, he knelt above her chest, pressed her breasts together and slid his throbbing c**k into the damp channel.

Damn, that was good.

He tipped back his head and fell into an easy rhythm, rocking his hips, shallowly f*****g her breasts. On an upward thrust, hot suction enveloped his cockhead, shocking him and drawing out a spurt of c*m.

Kenyon’s eyes snapped open. He glanced down to watch Sirena smack her lips and hum in delight. Her obvious enjoyment in tasting him strained his resolve to go slow.

Gazing up at him from slumberous golden eyes full of desire, she sealed his fate. “Please, Kenyon. Need you. Inside me.”

Wrapping his fingers around the base of his shaft, he muttered a few choice curses as he gave in, repositioning himself between her long legs and filling her with one swift plunge.

They both groaned at the amazing sensation of that first penetration. Sirena’s body held him like a hot, wet glove custom-made for him. Her legs wrapped around his waist, ankles crossing over his lower back, hips rising to meet his, moving together as if they’d done so hundreds of times.

His balls drew up tight to his body as he rocketed toward climax. But Kenyon wasn’t ready. And to hell if he would leave her behind.

“No,” Sirena cried as he withdrew and grabbed her hips, easily flipping her over.

He slapped the lush curve of her ass, enjoying the red imprint of his palm that appeared. Sirena scrambled up onto her knees and lifted her ass into his hand.

“Oh, you liked that. And I’m the kinky one?”

She dropped her shoulders to the mattress and seductively wiggled her ass. “Please!”

Unable to deny her anything, Kenyon gave the lush curves a few playful swats before moving between her widespread thighs and driving himself balls-deep in her hot p***y. His hips smacked against her ass with each punishing drive and their panted breaths soon filled the air. Reaching around her hip, he pinched her engorged clit at the same time he took the tender flesh at the curve of her neck between his lips and sucked. He had no idea how he managed to keep his teeth from sinking in, taking hold, marking her.

His c**k swelled and for the first time in his life Kenyon felt the agonizing pleasure of the barb beneath the crown flaring outward, each sensitive protrusion rubbing along wet, spasming tissue, stealing a little more of his restraint.

So f*****g good!

Imagining Sirena’s belly rounded with their child, he found himself wishing for a family. He even said a prayer that the bit of feline anatomy meant to stimulate ovulation did its job and his seed took root. The only thing more perfect would be the moment he claimed her as his mate. But that he would not do until she knew the truth of his cat.

Sirena felt it coming, roaring through her straining body. She’d reached this precipice countless times before, never making it over the peak. Yet this was different. Every muscle in her body clenched in anticipation. And then she soared right over the edge. She screamed as the orgasm shook her, powerful contractions of her p***y clamping down tight and milking Kenyon’s magnificent c**k, triggering his own climax. Hot spurts of c*m filled her, marked her, forever changed her.

For long moments their bodies, damp with sweat, shuddered and convulsed in the throes of ecstasy. With small blasts of pleasure still erupting from her clit, Kenyon toppled them over, spooning her body from behind, nuzzling her neck, an arm slung over her waist, her breast filling his hand.

At last she knew the bliss of satisfaction, the joy of lying replete in a lover’s embrace. She couldn’t wait to experience it all again.

“How long,” she panted, struggling for breath, “until we…can do that…again.”

His laughter made her heart swell within her chest.

*****

Sirena’s entire body ached yet she’d never felt better. Two days of mind-blowing s*x took a lot out of a girl while giving back even more. One glance her way from those amber-flecked bronze eyes and they were making love. Hell, they’d christened every solid surface in the house along with the porch swing and railing. And still she hadn’t had enough of Kenyon.

How long would it last before he got bored and went chasing after some other female? He’d said they were mates but he hadn’t marked her. They also hadn’t made time to talk and Sirena couldn’t help wondering if he already had a mate or three even though she knew better. The two of them had spent the better part of a year talking on the phone, sharing intimate details of their lives. He wasn’t the kind of male to keep a mate secret. Yet doubts plagued her.

Warms arms wrapped around her from behind, pulling her against a solid chest as he placed a sweet kiss on her temple.

“I can see the wheels spinning. What’re you so deep in thought over?”

Turning in his arms, she took in the serious expression on his handsome face. Her heart ached at the idea of him leaving. Before meeting in person she’d sworn they were soul mates because of the tangible connection both felt. Now she loved him with all her heart. Losing him would be pure agony.

Keep my mate, her lioness growled.

“What is it, Kitten?” Seeming to read her mind, he asked, “Are you ready to talk about mating?”

“You said I’m your mate,” she started hesitantly.

“You are,” he stated in an assured tone, allowing no room for doubt.

“Then why haven’t we mated?”

Cupping her cheek in his hand, Kenyon stared into her eyes. “Because you weren’t ready and hell if I’d force a mating on you, Sirena. You mean the world to me and a mating is too important to rush.”

He took her hand and guided her over to the couch, where he pulled her down onto his lap. “If you’re ready to listen, I’ll tell you how I am different from the lions in your father’s pride.”

She snorted inelegantly. “Male felines are all the same.”

“No!” His sharp tone captured her full attention. “We are not. I’m not a lion. I’m a hybrid, part lion and part tiger. I will only ever have one mate. You! And, Kitten, ligers mate for life. If something were to happen to you, I’d spend the rest of my life alone.”

A liger? She’d heard of them but never met one. Could it possibly be true, he’d only take one mate for life?

“I wanted to give you time so you’d be sure. Because once we’re mated, it’s you and me forever. There’s no out clause.”

He brushed the hair from her eyes in a tender gesture that melted her heart.

“I was already half in love with you before we met. Once my cat caught your scent, I was a goner. Once we are mated it’s forever. I will never stray and I promise to put in the necessary effort to make this relationship good for both of us.”

“You’re too good to be true. It’s as if you see straight into my soul and are handing me everything I’ve ever wanted on a silver platter.”

A lopsided grin spread across his sexy lips. And that quick she was hot and ready for more of him.

“All that and awesome in bed. You really must be a figment of my imagination.”

“God, what you do to me, Kitten.” He took her hand and placed it on the hard bulge in his jeans. “Does that feel imaginary or real?”

As she stroked him through the denim barrier, her n*****s tightened and her p***y clenched. “You’ll never take another mate?” She had to be one hundred percent sure.

“Never. I’ll never understand the lions. You are more than enough for me, Sirena. All I’ll ever need.”

Oh God, she had to have him. “Take me.”

He stared into her eyes and growled, “Is that a yes?”

“Yes. Make love to me. Claim me. Make me yours.”

“Forever?”

“And ever.”

Kenyon growled and thrust Sirena onto her feet. Confused, she gaped at him.

“Run.”

“Wh-what?”

“Shift and run. My cat will settle for nothing less than a true mating.”

Understanding dawned and she turned and ran, pulling the dress over her head. Soon as her feet hit the porch she shifted, setting her cat free, springing over the steps and landing on the grass in her lioness form. Exhilaration pounded through her blood and energy surged within her muscles. She didn’t look back or slow down as she raced toward the woods feeling more alive and free than ever before.

The chase was on.

Sirena ran full out, jumping over fallen trees, streaking through the forest as if her life depended on it. She would not go down easy. Neither of their felines would be satisfied with anything short of a real chase.

She ran for what seemed like hours, even endured getting her paws wet by running in the stream to hide her scent trail, losing him for a short time. But the liger would not give up and was never far behind.

While she’d dreamed of a true mating, she hadn’t believed it would ever happen. Not to her. And yet here she was, living her dreams with Kenyon.

Her mate.

Only hers.

As the much faster liger drew closer anticipation electrified her senses. And then it happened. Suddenly, the liger came barreling through thick brush and was right on her tail. His hot breath washed over her backside making her entire body quiver and her p***y clench.

Sharp teeth closed on her shoulder a moment before the bigger feline came down over the lioness, caging her beneath him. Ready and eager, she lifted her tail. With one hard thrust, her mate buried his hard shaft deep inside her. She purred, met him stroke for stroke, pushing up into him as his teeth sank deep into the juncture where shoulder met neck. Her heart pounded fiercely as Kenyon laid claim to her—body, heart and soul.

She felt the feline barb as it extended, the projections stroking her p***y, driving her mindless with pleasure. As they came together, the liger released her neck and roared, sending smaller animals running in fear.

Collapsing on the ground, she drank in the tenderness her mate lavished on her, nuzzling her neck, licking her fur, reigniting her desire. Her lioness had discovered heaven on earth. Kenyon was their perfect mate, sharing the same sense of adventure and the longing to spend her life with only one mate.

Her mate. She was well and truly mated. And she couldn’t think of a better way to celebrate Christmas Eve.

Moving down her body, he found her swollen, wet s*x. The liger drew in a deep breath, taking her musky scent into his body, making her part of him. The very idea of it made her heart swell. His tongue rasped over her p***y, drinking in her unique flavor. She cried out and her cream gushed over his tongue as she writhed on the forest floor in ecstasy.

The liger licked and rasped his tongue over her sensitive flesh until she screamed out in release then he mounted her, sinking his teeth into her neck, holding her in place. Claiming his mate.

She quivered as he took her hard and fast, wild and uninhibited, pounding into her until they exploded together in a shattering climax that made her see stars.

As they lay together on a bed of moss, the lioness nuzzled her mate’s neck, licked his snout and cuddled into the warmth of his body, relishing the new connection formed between their animals.

As the sun began to rise over the horizon turning the clouds vibrant shades of pink and purple against the blue sky, the liger and lioness loped back home, not shifting until reaching the porch. Once inside, Kenyon lit a fire in the hearth while she laid out blankets and pillows over the rug.

This time, coming together as man and woman, Kenyon made slow, passionate love to her before the crackling fire, beneath a huge Christmas tree decorated red and gold.

Reaching out she stroked his cheek, love filling her heart and emotion choking her voice. “My Christmas, my mate.”

“I am yours,” he agreed. “And you are mine. My friend, lover, mate and soon…my wife. Forever. Merry Christmas, Kitten.”