Mating Fever by Susan Hayes
Tessa
“Like hell I am!” Tessa summoned her claws and raked them down Doyle’s chest, which merely shredded the fabric to reveal his muscled torso. What god had she pissed off that they would present her mate to her now? She was in the middle of a job … and apparently so was he.
The same job.
She snarled again, but the scent of her mate was making it hard to hold onto her anger. All she wanted was to rub up against him, lick him, bite him and fuck him hard.
Shit.
Her leopard was completely enthralled, the traitorous cat howling inside her head, insisting she accept her mate. Doyle gripped her hair, tugging her head back sharply so that she was looking up into his face.
Holy shit, he’s gorgeous.
He had ice-blue eyes and the chiselled features of a model, masked by a close cropped beard that was only a few shades darker than his hair. He was tall and powerfully built, like most cat shifters, but she couldn’t tell what species he was. Not that she’d had a lot of experience with her own kind.
“Your name, mate. Tell me your name.”
“Tessa. I’m Tessa Banks.”
“Hello, Tessa.” The way he whispered her name made her heart do a slow somersault in her chest. She opened her mouth to answer, but his lips crashed down her hers, fierce, feral, and demanding. Her resistance crumbled in an instant as the full force of the mating fever hit her. There was no fighting it. No stopping the inevitable. This was her mate, and she needed him to claim her. Here. Now.
His scent filled her lungs, saturated her very cells, imprinting itself on her psyche forever. She climbed his body, lips still mated to his, mouth open, tongues dancing. His hands manifested claws, tearing away her clothing. Tessa responded in kind, wrapping her legs around his hips to steady herself as she tore away the rest of his shirt. He growled into her mouth loud enough that the vibrations reverberated down to her very soul, eliciting a soft rumble of response from her leopard.
He held her tight as he dropped to his knees and then eased her back onto the floor. Her legs were still tight around his hips, and the hard ridge of his cock was now pressed to the seam of her slick pussy. Every touch made her wetter, and she could taste her own arousal perfuming the air around them, blending with the tantalizing scent of spice that belonged was all his. As if sharing the same thought, he lifted his mouth from hers and drew in a lungful of air, his eyes glittering with lust as he stared down at her.
“You smell amazing.” He dipped his head to run his tongue along the line of her jaw. “You taste even better, and I’ll bet that fucking you is going to be the best thing I’ve ever experienced. I need to fuck you, Tessa. Need to feel your hot little cunt around my cock.”
“Yes, need you, too,” she moaned, lifting her hips off the floor to grind her pussy along his dick.
“Say my name,” he demanded, his voice barely human now. He pushed up and away from her and she untangled her legs from his hips, freeing him.
“Doyle.”
He tore away his pants with a swipe of his claws and she lifted her head to stare at his incredible length of his cock. He was gorgeous and ridiculously well-endowed. Maybe the gods didn’t hate her.
“Tell me you need me again, and say my name, woman.”
On second thought, maybe the gods hated her after all.
“You did not just say that.”
The snarl that filled the air was pure animal. “Yes, I did.”
Tessa’s human side wanted to roll her eyes, but her leopard wanted nothing more than to roll over and offer herself to the pushy bastard kneeling between her legs.
“Get over yourself.”
“I’d rather get inside you,” he said as his claws raked across the front of her pants, reducing them to scraps. A few more swipes and she damned near naked, with only a few tattered shreds left of her jeans. Doyle moved slowly back up her body, pausing to nuzzle and suckle at her breasts until she arched up off the floor and moaned.
Gods, she wanted him. Every arrogant, sexy inch of him. Damn fate right to Hell for choosing this bastard to be her soul mate.
Doyle covered her body with his, rubbing the thick crown of his cock against her swollen folds. “Say… My… Name.”
Her leopard clawed her way to dominance and Tessa heard herself speak, her words a half-snarl that came straight from the animal that shared her soul. “I want you, Doyle. Take me. Claim me.”
He growled in response, a primal sound that fired her blood and sent a fresh flood of cream to her pussy. His mouth slanted over hers and her lips parted, inviting him into the depths of her mouth. He reached between them, talented fingers pressing into her soaking wet folds to toy with the delicate pearl of her clit. Doyle’s touch sent her into another fevered frenzy, her hips rising to grind herself against his hand.
“Please, Doyle.”
A shudder coursed through him at the sound of his name. He withdrew his hand and rocked his hips, angling his cock so that it slipped into the needy depths of her pussy. She tangled the fingers of one hand into his hair and kissed him back, the nails of one hand shifting to talons as she clawed at his back, wanting to force him deeper.
The mating fever dragged her deeper into a lustful fog as the scent of his blood mingled with the smell of their mutual need. Her fangs lengthened and her pussy clamped tight around the driving thrusts of his cock. Every stroke was harder than the one before it, and he tore his mouth from hers to bury his face in the crook of her neck. Tessa turned her head, offering him her throat. It was an act of submission she had never performed for anyone. One she would have never considered, not until him.
Her fangs dropped and the urge to sink her teeth into him and seal their mating grew as she neared the moment of orgasm. She knew he was driven by the same need, because she could feel the prick of his teeth pressing to her throat. The mating fever made it nearly impossible to resist the urge to claim a mate, and once it was done they would be bound together for the rest of their lives. It should have terrified her, but Tessa didn’t care. She couldn’t. Not when all she could think about was the incredible pleasure coursing through her.
“Tessa…” he growled her name in an inhuman voice that was a blend of man and animal.
Her toes curled as his breath caught and she knew they were on the verge, so close to release she could feel the first tremors that heralded the moment he would claim her. That was when a tinny voice started squawking, and Doyle froze.
Something was wrong.
