Mating Instinct (The COMPLETE Ridgeville Series) Read online

  He leaned forward and she thought he would kiss her, take her mouth and show her his skills. No, he only nuzzled the line of her jaw, just below her ear, continuing until his face pressed against the juncture of her neck and shoulder. He inhaled deeply, brushing her nipples with his chest, causing her pussy to tighten and more of her cream dampened her already wet panties. When he exhaled, his warm breath teased her skin, sending her arousal rising higher.

  A groan sounded from his chest and he pressed closer, his form aligned with hers from chest to knees, allowing her to feel his body’s responses.

  This felt too good to be bad. Normally, she wasn’t the kind of girl to open her legs for a guy from the get-go, but she’d be lyin’ if that hadn’t been her plan for the night. She had to remind herself that good Maya was on vacay and bad Maya was holding the do-me reins.

  “Maya…” He sounded tortured, aroused, yet torn. “I should make you leave. Right now. This instant.”

  Maya whimpered, rocked her hips against Alex’s, hoping she could be enough of a temptress so he wouldn’t send her away. Because… He was like a twelve on the fuck-me-now scale. “No… please… don’t.”

  She hadn’t been able to keep Henry in her bed, not with her “fat” body, but she hoped she could lure Alex just a bit further. Okay, a lot further, since she wanted him naked and banging her before the night was over.

  “My sweet, you shouldn’t stay. You don’t understand.” His voice was deep, rough, and needy as hell.

  “I’m a big girl, Alex.” She almost snorted at the pun. Almost. “One night.” She reached between them, stroked his cloth-covered dick from top to bottom and back again, making sure she squeezed and pressed while she pet him. “I’m not asking for anything more. Just this one night…”

  He moved his hands, face still buried against her neck, breathing deeply as he caressed her arms, fingers trailing over her exposed skin, his teasing touch leaving goose bumps in its wake. At the neckline of her dress he traced the edge, then over her breasts, making her gasp.

  “You don’t know what a sweet temptation you are, Maya.” He hooked his finger beneath the hem and tugged, exposing more of her abundant flesh—and finally nipples—to the cool air.

  She whimpered, aching and needing more of his pleasurable touch. “Alex…”

  Yes, she had a good chance of winning Slut of the Year award this time around. No doubt. But as far as she knew, one-nighters were supposed to be all about the quick fuck. So yeah, she probably was doing something right.

  Another pull and she thought she heard the tearing of cloth, but then he cupped one of her bare breasts, thumb tracing her hard nubbin. Okay, she couldn’t give a flying fuck if he’d ripped her dress. She’d steal a club t-shirt before she left if need be. Plus, there were other dresses in the world, but there was only one Alex, and only this night to be with him.

  Here, kitty, kitty…

  2

  Alex knew he should let her go, shove her out the front door and maybe hunt her down later. Specifically when his beast wasn’t riding him so hard, demanding he claim the female in his arms. Then they’d produce lots of little cubs for him to protect.

  He tried to remind himself that just because her lush body and intoxicating scent called to his lion and him like no other, he couldn’t do as he pleased and munch on an unsuspecting human. Yeah, shifters were known to exist, but the world didn’t know everything. They knew nothing of their matings, the moon, or the turning of humans. None of it.

  His cat wanted to roll in her scent, and make sure they stayed tangled until they smelled as one. Fuck, the idea made his cock throb in his jeans, and just as it did, her tiny hand squeezed between his legs again, immediately eliciting a moan from him.

  “Maya…” He shifted his hold, pinched and rolled her nipple, absorbing every whimper from her lips and reveling in her satisfying response.

  She arched into his touch, pressing her lush tit into his possession. “Please…”

  Oh, fuck. He couldn’t resist a begging woman, especially one his beast ached to claim as its own. At the thought of claiming, pain lanced his gums, his canines extending in his mouth. A deep, bestial growl formed in his chest, vibrating him from within. Shit, the beast wanted her—badly. Good thing the man did, too.

  With a groan he dropped to his knees, his mouth at the perfect height to suckle her nipples. She was such a pretty thing. He wanted to wrap her in cotton and keep her safe… forever. She would be his. She just didn’t know it yet. Hell, he was only seeing it for himself now. His mate…

  Alex wasted no time in capturing a nipple, sucking the nub into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue. With his free hand he kneaded the other heavy mound, pinching gently on the firm nubbin.

  In moments the heady scent of her arousal surrounded him, wrapped around his cock like a living thing, jerking the hard shaft aching between his thighs. He kissed his way to her other nipple, treated it with the same attention as the first, scraping one of his canines over her sensitive skin, growling when she sifted her fingers through his hair. His lion wanted to sink its teeth into the softness of her skin, claiming Maya while passion rode them hard. It’d never heard of a mating mark being on a woman’s breast, but his lion didn’t seem to give a damn, either. The beast wanted to please its mate, wanted to provide whatever she desired.

  The man ignored the “mate” part of his lion’s thoughts. Alex wanted her just as much as his inner cat, but letting those thoughts run free would only distract him. If he didn’t focus, he’d release the snarls roaring inside his head.

  Alex let her nipple drop from his mouth with a pop, and raised his gaze to meet hers. A satisfied smile split his lips when he saw her passion, her heavy-lidded eyes and blatant need dancing over her beautiful features. Arousal made her skin flushed, and those well-loved breasts had pinked from his heated attention. He wanted to bite every inch of her ivory skin, leave his mark to show other males this female belonged to him.

  The musky scent of her cream taunted him, lured him closer and closer to the juncture of her thighs. While he’d toyed with her lush breasts she’d widened her stance, the bottom part of her dress stretched taut between her thick thighs.

  Squatting, he leaned forward, bending his head, pressing his chin just above her mound, rubbing it back and forth. Focused on her, Alex intently watched her reaction. The fabric kept them separated, but the pressure would still give her pleasure.

  Maya gasped and shuddered, rocked her hips against his touch. “Oh, Alex…”

  Keeping his chin in place, he taunted, “What do you need, sweet? I’ll give you anything, just say the words.”

  “Please…” She bit her lip, her eyes rolling up, and she tensed against him once more. “Lick me…”

  Alex leaned back and rested his hands on her knees, slid his palms along the outside of her thick legs, lifting the silky, barely-there material. Within moments the tops of her thighs were revealed to him. So plump and curvy, he couldn’t wait to have them wrapped around his waist, holding him close while he buried his dick into her tight heat.

  But first…

  “Lick you where, Maya?” The cat knew, wanted to lap at her cream, gather every drop of her juices into its mouth. Her arousal crept through her silken panties, the damp spot growing larger before his eyes. “Do you want me to eat this little pussy of yours? Hmm?”

  She whimpered and nodded, her lip tucked between her teeth.

  “Say the words for me.” Alex leaned forward and tested his resolve. He licked at the wet bit of cloth and let his eyes drift closed while he savored her taste. Her essence held the flavors of vanilla, musk, and a sweetness his inner cat wanted to drown in.

  Alex agreed. He repeated the action, brushed the fabric just hard enough to yank a groan from her.

  “Lick my pussy. Pretty please, Alex?”

  * * *

  Maya froze for a moment, surprised by her own audacious behavior. Those thoughts, those words, typically lived in her mind. De
ep inside. Like a subterranean mole rooted in the back of her brain. She’d fantasized about talking dirty, about directing her lover, but Henry preferred her quiet.

  But with Alex… Oh, god, it felt wonderful, talking and begging the man at her feet. His eyes darkened with each syllable she spoke. His thumbs teased the outsides of her hips and inner thighs, dancing along the edge of her panties, so close to where she needed him.

  The delicate touch aroused her further, her clit aching, hurting with the desire to be stroked and licked. Her pussy felt empty, desperate to be filled with his cock, over and over.

  This is what Gina promised she would find here, and Maya was damned thankful Genesis had delivered.

  From the look on Alex’s face, Maya figured cats had a real thing for cream. No, she’d never dated or had sex with a shifter, but she had no doubt the man at her feet was all roar. His amber eyes turned a fiery gold, and she could’ve sworn his arms were sporting a bit more golden hair than before.

  Good. From the gossip she’d heard, being furry meant this guy was really into her. Now she wanted him inside her.

  Alex didn’t make her ask again, didn’t make her repeat the words. No, he slid his hands farther up her thighs until he grasped the waist of her panties. He tugged them down her legs, helped her kick them aside.

  The cool air of the room wafted over her soaking pussy, causing goose bumps to rise on her legs. She turned her focus to him, watched while he stroked the juncture of her thighs with his thumbs.

  Oh, she’d never seen a man look so hungry, so intent on her before. Never like this. His eyes practically shone in the dim room, licking his lips as if he were presented with a feast.

  “Please?” Maya had never thought she’d beg a man for his touch, but she’d obviously been wrong.

  He spared her a glance, gifted her with a smirk and a wink before he repositioned his hold, carefully spreading her lower lips. “Damn, sweet. You’re so fucking pink and hot for me, aren’t you? Fuck, I need to taste you. “

  Alex leaned forward and she couldn’t have torn her attention away if she’d wanted to. His tongue snaked out and touched the top of her slit, lapped and pet the sensitive bit of her mons, and she automatically whimpered in response, letting the sofa fully take her weight.

  “Mm…you taste so good.” His voice was deep, a near growl, but she didn’t care. Not when he came back for more, not when the flat of his coarse tongue rubbed over her aching clit and sent another burst of pleasure through her body.

  He took his time, licking, tasting, and laving her pussy with expert strokes. When he wasn’t gathering her cream around her opening and swallowing, he nibbled the aroused flesh. He gave her tiny bites on her labia here, a scrape of a tooth against her clit there. And yeah, it was a big fucking tooth.

  Here, kitty, kitty…

  “Yes, Alex…just like that.” She curled her fingers into his hair, holding on while he gave her the most pleasure she’d ever experienced.

  Henry had been…adequate. Alex was extraordinary.

  Alex turned his attention from her soaking cunt to focus on her, their gazes clashing, locking into one. “Want you to come on my face, sweet. Can you do that for me?”

  Oh, god, she was a slut of epic proportions. At least, she knew his name and where he worked. That had to diminish her chances for receiving the Slut of the Year plaque, right? Maybe make her a runner-up?

  She nodded, watched while he brushed her clit with his thumb. She couldn’t hold back her responses to his delicate touch. Her whole body twitched and spasmed, back arching and trembling with the fierce shot of lightning-laced pleasure that stimulated her nerves.

  “Oh, someone likes that, don’t they?” He chuckled, bringing his mouth back to her pussy, but leaving his thumb in place.

  He circled her clit—’round and ’round and ’round—teased her with his strokes while he lapped at her hole. With each pass of his tongue her pussy clenched and she thought she’d die at any moment.

  Alex seemed to love tormenting her. He growled, pressed closer, tongue fucking her hole as if he were hell-bent on sending her over the edge. Wondrous sounds continued to travel from his mouth to her aroused heat, ratcheting her need higher with each passing second.

  He growled, she twitched. He moaned, she gasped.

  The hottest man she ever knew was between her thighs, eating her like she was a buffet, and she couldn’t get enough of him.

  Alex quit his gentle teasing, the circling of her pussy with his tongue, and slipped a finger into her sopping heat.

  “Fuck!” Maya grasped the edge of the couch for support.

  “Just as soon as you come for me.”

  She trembled, rocked her hips against his delightful invasion. Alex kept that talented thumb circling her clit, a nice and steady rhythm that promised to deliver on his demand. Then he pulled the single finger free and replaced it with two, the thick invasion stretching her pussy the tiniest bit.

  “Yes!” Her pussy clamped down, thankful to be filled with more of him, even if it wasn’t his cock.

  Alex pumped in and out of her, nice and slow at first, and then his tempo changed. He moved faster, pushed deeper, and his thumb mirrored the pace as it massaged her clit. God, the man knew how to get a woman to come. Ladies didn’t need fancy tricks. No, all they needed was a nice consistent fucking, with no random movements. Slow and steady won the race.

  Maya shifted her hips, worked to meet each thrust, trying desperately to increase her pleasure. Her orgasm was rapidly approaching, dancing and running closer to the edge with each brush of his thumb, each press of his fingers into her wet heat.

  And then… he changed his penetration, did something with his fingers and touched a sweet spot inside her that yanked a scream from her throat. “Alex!”

  “Found it, didn’t I?”

  She felt his breath fan over her heated flesh. She pried her eyes open, watched him plunge his fingers in and out of her slick heat, a predatory smile on his face.

  “Ohfuckohfuckohfuck…” Maya pinched her nipples, tugged and gave herself a bit of pain to mingle with the pleasure coursing throughout her stimulated body.

  Her orgasm gathered strength. It twirled, twisted, and turned inside her. Breezed over her singing nerves and lighting them with her burning arousal. Mouth barely open she panted, turned-on by his fingers plundering her cunt, and the lewd display he presented for her to watch.

  Alex’s lips and chin shone with the evidence of her desire. His eyes turned the darkest gold and the sprinkles of fur she’d glimpsed before now coated his forearms, glowing and glittering in the low light.

  God, she’d never experienced anything so decadent, so thrilling. A man, more beast than anything, desired her above the other gorgeous women in the club. He drooled over her curvy body. Again, did cats drool?

  Apparently, they did.

  “Give it to me, Maya.” His voice dipped inexplicably deeper, almost an animalistic growl that echoed throughout the room.

  Maya couldn’t deny him, couldn’t hold back her body’s response to his demand. She arched, dropped her head back and let her orgasm gather, the bubble of pleasure growing larger with every breath she took, each press of his fingers and rub of his thumb over her clit egging her climax along. It formed like a balloon within her body, increasing in size with each quick beat of her pounding heart. Her pussy clenched and milked his intrusion, body shuddering and twitching with each circle over her clit.

  “G-Gonna…”

  The word left her lips a mere second before she felt like she’d shattered, splintered into a million pieces as she came around his fingers, milking him, pussy spasming, each twitch shooting yet another burst of pleasure through her tensing body. She thrashed and jerked while wave after wave of rapture ignited every one of her nerves.

  The orgasm slipped and slithered through her, her muscles tensing while Alex gradually slowed his masterful movements. He brought her down in tiny increments, until her legs could barely hold her w
eight, her knees nearly jelly-like.

  Through slitted eyes she watched her shifter lover pull his fingers free of her cunt, and then slip them into his mouth, moaning almost joyfully around his digits. With a pop he released them, and rolled to his feet.

  “Damn, sweet. You’re delicious.”

  Before she could respond he captured her lips and thrust his tongue into her mouth, tangling his with hers. She stiffened at his initial invasion, but then melted into him, savored the taste of her arousal mixed with his masculine flavor, her musk mingling with the naturally occurring citrus and cinnamon that marked him.

  He notched his dick against her still exposed pussy, rubbed the ridge of his cock along her sensitive slit. She clung to his shoulders, before wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him flush against her needy center.

  He growled and then moaned at the contact, grinding his hips, yanking a whimper from deep within her. Her channel clenched on air, practically begging to be filled with him, his fingers, his cock, anything that was an extension of him.

  Large hands slid over her hips, then reached around to cup and knead her ass. God she needed this, needed the touch of a man who wanted her exactly as she was. Alex, this stranger, seemed to be the one to do just that. Suddenly, Maya was lifted from the back of the couch, and in a split-second, her world began to spin.

  “Alex!” She struggled against his hold. The man was strong, but she was… fluffy. “I’m too heavy. Put me down!”

  Maya knew she was heavy, yet there he stood, supporting all of her weight as if she were nothing but a feather in the palm of his hand. The man had to be stronger than an ox. Then again, he was a lion, one of the fiercest beasts in the world. Grrr.

  He paused a moment to glare at her, and she could’ve sworn his eyes flashed bright, before returning to a fiery amber. Okay. She now knew dark gold meant hotness, and bright amber meant anger. Well, if this was going to be more than a one-night fling, she’d at least know where she stood with him. Not that she’d probably ever be around him again. And definitely not six months from now. Nope. Nu-uh. One night.