Lily and the Lion by Honey Phillips
Chapter Twenty
Leotra wanted to roar with satisfaction at his female’s response, but he didn’t want to frighten her. He smacked her delicious ass again, a little harder this time, and the scent of her arousal perfumed the air. The thin cloth of her pants wasn’t much of a barrier, but he didn’t want anything between them. He yanked them down impatiently, distantly aware of a ripping noise.
“The way you keep tearing my clothes, I can see more shopping in my future,” Lily said breathlessly, but he was more focused on the luscious white globes now exposed to his avid gaze.
White except for the slight trace of pink left by his hand. He loved the sight of his marks on her skin, the sign of his claim. He stroked the spot, then slid his hand up to the base of her spine, so bare and vulnerable without a tail.
Apparently tired of his slow exploration, she wiggled her ass again, and he laughed.
“Such an impatient female.”
But what his female wanted, she would get. He started spanking her again, still lightly but hard enough to give a rosy glow to those pale cheeks before he was finished. His cock felt like a blazing metal bar between his legs, aching from the way she had squirmed against him. He slid his hand between her legs, already knowing that he would find her wet. He loved the fact that she was always so ready for him. His fingers brushed lightly across her clit, and she gasped.
“Leo, please.”
“Yes, love?”
“I want you. Inside me.”
His cock jerked so hard he almost threw her off his lap. He had been doing his best to be patient, to wait for her to be ready.
“Are you sure?” he made himself ask.
She turned her head and glared up at him. “Of course I’m sure. Why would I—”
With a wordless growl, he lifted her off his lap, tossed her face down on the bed, lifted her hips, and sank his cock inside her with one long thrust. She cried out, her channel milking him in exquisite little pulses that threatened to bring on his own climax. But he had waited too long for this. He clenched his jaw and forced himself to remain in place until her tremors finally died away. Her body sagged against the bed, but her sweet little cunt still fisted him in a tight grip.
“One,” he said, and she gave a breathless laugh.
“I don’t think I can come as many times as I did last night.”
“Perhaps not, but we’re not done yet,” he growled.
He dipped down to gather some of the sweet wetness from between her thighs, then circled her delicate pucker. She shivered, but pushed back against his finger.
“Do you want my finger in your hot little ass?”
When she didn’t respond immediately, he pulled away and gave her a quick spank.
“Answer me, love.”
“Yes, all right? Yes.”
“Good girl,” he growled, working his way inside the tiny hole.
The increased tightness to her already impossibly tight cunt made his heart race, but he refused to move until… there. She gave a soft sigh, and her ass relaxed the tiniest fraction before she pushed against his hand. He started to rock into her, keeping his pace slow as his finger echoed the movement.
“Someday I’m going to take you here,” he growled. “Push my big cock into this tight little ass until I’m balls deep.”
A fresh rush of moisture inside her cunt eased his way, and he sped up, just a little.
“You like that idea, don’t you, love?”
When she didn’t answer, he gave her ass a warning tap.
“Yes, oh, God, yes.”
His hips jerked forward automatically, and they both groaned. His pace increased as his patience began to evaporate. He reached beneath her, holding her in place for his strokes but also so he could press against her clit with each thrust. Lightning streaked down his spine as her body began to convulse around him, and then he was coming in long heated waves as his barbs locked them together.
He carefully pulled his finger free, then collapsed down over her, careful to keep his full weight from crushing her, drained and unbelievably happy. She turned her head and smiled at him.
“I should buy you more pakas.”
“You may buy me as many as you wish, although I need no additional incentive to want you.”
“But you like chasing me.”
“True. I would say that it’s instinct, but I’ve never had the desire before, even when the female was in heat.”
Her blunt little teeth closed on her lip. “You mentioned that before. What does it mean?”
“When a Tajiri female is in heat, she is… wetter, more responsive. But you are like that all the time.”
“You do seem to have that effect on me,” she agreed, but she was still frowning. “Is that the only time they are interested in sex?”
“Of course not. But if they are not in heat, it sometimes requires artificial assistance. Why do you want to know?”
“This. What we have between us. Is it just because I don’t need, um, artificial aid?”
“No.” His barbs had softened enough that he could pull free, so he sat up and pulled her into his arms.
“I find you infinitely desirable, and I love the fact that your body reveals your desire for me as well. But if we required such aid, I would simply purchase it by the barrel and place it in every room in our house. And every vehicle,” he added thoughtfully.
Her cheeks were flushed pink and her eyes oddly bright as she leaned towards him.
“Thank you, Leo,” she said quietly.
She kissed him, and even though he would have sworn he was completely drained, his shaft began to harden. But before he could suggest further exploration of her responsiveness, his data pad pinged. He looked over at it, then sighed.
“As much as I would prefer to remain here with you, it is time to prepare for the party.”
Her sigh echoed his, but she smiled at him.
“At least we’re going together.” She wrinkled her nose. “I’d better go take a shower before I get dressed. I smell like sex.”
“You smell delightful, but it would be best. Otherwise, all of the males at the party will be following you around like stray pakas.”
“You’re the only kitty I want,” she whispered, then slipped out of his arms.
He smiled after her, but by the time she was dressed, his smile had disappeared beneath the dread of the upcoming evening. He was actually considering canceling when she came to join him. Lust and pride roared through him in equal measure.
Her dress was a pale gold silk that fastened high on her shoulders before dipping down into a deep cowl neckline that revealed the upper swell of her luscious breasts. When she turned in front of him, he saw that the rear neckline dipped even lower, exposing her entire back. On a Tajiri female, the opening would allow for her tail. On Lily, it showed the provocatively smooth, bare flesh above the swell of her buttocks. The dress had no ornamentation, and it needed none. The silky fabric draped across her magnificent figure was ornament enough… except for one thing.
His hands actually threatened to shake as he pulled out his purchase.
“You would honor me by wearing this.”
Her eyes widened. “It’s beautiful, but I’m not sure I feel comfortable wearing such an expensive necklace.”
“It is not just a necklace. It is a mating collar.”
“A collar?” Her eyes flew to his face. “I’m not sure I like the implication.”
“It is a tradition, or perhaps more accurately, it is a replacement for the original tradition.”
“What do you mean?”
“In the past, a Tajiri male would mark his mate by biting her. Here.” He ran a finger along the tempting curve of her neck, and she shivered. “Eventually, that became regarded as uncivilized. The mating collar replaced it. Do you not have a symbol to indicate that a couple is joined?”
“We exchange rings,” she admitted, still staring at the collar. “And you think this is necessary?”
Oh, yes.He wanted to claim her as his in every way possible. His fangs would have been at her neck in an instant if he thought she would allow it. Patience, he reminded himself.
“You agreed to act as my mate,” he told her.
“I guess I did. All right, I’ll wear it.”
She reached for it, but he gently pushed her fingers aside and moved behind her. As the lock clicked into place, satisfaction roared through him so quickly that he had a hard time restraining himself from giving voice to it. Mine!
She walked over to the mirror to study it, her fingers lifting to trace the delicate gold band inlaid with gems the exact blue of her eyes.
“Do you like it?” he asked as he came up behind her.
“How could I not? It’s beautiful.” Their eyes met in the mirror and he could see a question there, but before she spoke, Nargan knocked on the door.
“We are ready to depart, Master Leotra.”
Only years of training kept him from snapping at the male. Instead, he picked up her matching cloak and wrapped it around her shoulders as he escorted her down to their vehicle. As he had done with their transport that morning, he had ordered that the windows be tinted so that she would not be afraid. She didn’t flinch as they left the garage and flew out into the city.
It was a silent trip. There was so much that he wanted to say to her, but this was not the time or the place. Instead, he leaned back against the seat and watched her, satisfaction filling him every time she turned her head and her collar caught the light. She lifted her hand to it several times, an oddly thoughtful look on her face, but she didn’t speak either.
The vessel settled quietly onto the private landing pad at the mansion, and he bit back another sigh. Time to find out what his father really wanted.
“Come, love.”
He held out his hand, and when she took it, an unexpected burst of confidence struck him. Whatever it was, they would face it together.
