Island Stripe Pride - Chapter 64: Chapter 64

Mara’s head was buzzing, and not from the drinks or the music. She rarely went out. Clubs and bars were not usually her scene, but tonight had been fun. Bruno was a lot different from what she’d expected. Her first impression had been of a playboy Tiger who just wanted a chance at grabbing her cottontail, but he was different.
Yes, she noted the female eyes on him when they’d been dancing. Had even seen the way one brazen hussy had grabbed at his arm, as if to pull him away from Mara. Bruno ignored the woman, brushing her off without being violent or mean. But if he hadn’t, well, Mara was shocked at the things her Bunny had been willing to resort to. Cute and fuzzy, her counterpart may be, but she was also ferociously territorial, and she had a pretty powerful bite.
Chomp chomp motherfuckers.
She couldn’t stop thinking about Bruno’s promise to walk her to the door and kiss her right. It sounded like he was holding back to her, and for the first time in her life, Mara wished she was as bold and forward. Unfortunately, shy and awkward were adjectives that best described the single Bunny.
No, she wasn’t a virgin. But her practically non-existent sex life was mediocre at best. Bruno was a hot guy. He undoubtedly had oodles of encounters with the fairer sex. Most of which she could only imagine. The type of attention he’d garnered tonight from tall, statuesque, eager looking females, would have normally sent her running. But Mara had stood her ground.
Odd. Very odd. Typically, she’d have given up without a fight, but she didn’t walk away tonight. Maybe that was because he’d ignored everyone else. Good man. Fine Tiger.
Bruno had treated her to his singular attention, and damn, it felt good. She could hardly fathom how a quirky, chubby Bunny Shifter like her had captured the interest of the big, sexy, tatted up male. Didn’t matter though. Her nose didn’t lie, and she knew Bruno was interested. The question was, could she survive just one night with the male?
Silly, soft-hearted creature that she was, Mara’s biggest fear was losing a piece of herself to the man. He was a tomcat. A player. And even if he made her feel like the only woman in the world tonight, were those memories going to be enough to keep her warm when he tired of her? When he left, as he inevitably would?
The miles sped by, and Mara had grown quiet. Bruno didn’t push her for conversation, though. He seemed to understand that she needed space to gather her thoughts.
Unexpectedly considerate man.
By the time he’d turned off the engine and walked around the car, Mara had decided. She took his offered hand when he opened the door, allowed him to tug her to a standing position, then she touched his chest and waited for his golden eyes to meet hers.
“I had a good time tonight.”
“Yeah?” he asked, his grin wicked and tempting.
“Yeah. And, uh, well, I don’t want it to end.”
“You don’t?”
“Nope.”
“What do you want, kit? Tell me,” he growled.
“I want you,” she whispered. He was leaning down, his lips so close, she was dizzy with need.
“Want me to what,” he growled, dipping down to brush his lips against hers.
“That’s it. I just want you.”
Then he was lifting her up in his big strong arms, princess style, carrying her up the walkway and climbing her stairs till they reached the front door. His gold eyes were glowing in his head, and she’d never seen a man so damn sexy, staring at her like she hung the moon.
Perfect, sexy, dangerous man.
He was giving her all the feels, and when he took the keys from her trembling hands, keeping her steady with one arm beneath her knees, Mara knew he was strong enough for this. Man enough to make her feel like a woman. To make her shiver and shake and burn with desire.
Bruno closed the door with his foot, maneuvering through the room, avoiding furniture easily despite the darkness. Of course, he was a Tiger after all. Once they reached her bedroom, he allowed her to slide down his body, the constant rumble in his chest turning her into a puddle of needy goo at his feet.
“Kiss me,” she whimpered, unable to resist anymore.
“Mine,” he replied, pressing his hard mouth to hers.
Mara exhaled through her nose, finally, oh finally, he was kissing her. And it was better than she expected. Her entire body was on edge, waiting for his touch, but Bruno remained a statue. Only his mouth pressed against hers. Those plump lips, harder and rougher than she’d imagined. But good, oh-so-fucking good.
She moaned, and that singular sound, loud in the otherwise quiet bedroom, seemed to be exactly what he was waiting for. The man could kiss. And while he ravaged her mouth with his lips, teeth, and tongue, Bruno’s hands found her heated flesh. He pulled her to him. Big, sexy, hot as fuck man.
Rucking up her skirt, he cupped her ass, snarling as his fingers slid along her crack. Points to Toni for suggesting the lacy red cheekster panties she wore. Bruno growled as he tugged her dress down in front, pulling her breasts free from the tight, stretchy fabric.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous, kit,” he rumbled, pinching her tiny buds and making moisture seep between her legs, soaking her panties.
He backed her against the wall, still kissing her—thank fuck. She was writhing against him mindlessly, just one big nerve-ending searching for release. He knew it too, cocky fucker. Grinning against her mouth, he pushed and lifted her till her feet were dangling. Mara was hovering off the ground, supported by his body and the wall.
He ran his fingertips between them, tugging her panties to the side and growling deep at the wet heat he found there. Fuck, this felt so good. Bruno was really, really good at this, and Mara clutched his shoulders, biting his bottom lip when he dipped his thick digits inside.
Plunge, withdraw, plunge. She whimpered and moaned, crying out when his teeth settled over her neck as he fucked her slowly on his hand. Her stomach tightened, unfamiliar sensations making her tummy-flies go nutso, then he was gone, and she whimpered at the loss.
“What are you⁠—”
But before she could finish the thought, he was falling to his knees, holding her up with strong hands, burrowing his face between her thighs until she had no choice but to drape them over his wide shoulders.
“Oh gods,” she moaned as his tongue found her.
Sexy, sexy man was licking her from ass to clit with long, hard swipes of his rough tongue. Bruno growled, the vibrations pulsating through to her nether regions, as he fisted the tiny scrap of lace impeding his journey. Then he tugged on it, ripping the fabric from her body.
Hot. Hot. Hot man.
“Mine,” he growled, and fuck yes, she wanted it to be true.
Wished the tomcat would pick her as his own, but that wasn’t possible. He wouldn’t want her—but before she could get all doubtful and sad, Bruno turned the tide. Using one hand to hold her, he plunged two thick fingers inside her tight sheath. Lapping at her clit harder and faster, the sexy rumble in his throat grew louder, better than any adult toys she’d ever had. Mara was lost to sensation, and just as her orgasm started taking over her body, he stood up, placing her carefully onto the bed.
“Mara,” he grunted as his buckle hit the floor.
“Right there, right there,” she moaned, flexing her hips, but his confounded hand was retreating from her sex.
No, no, no. So close.
Then she felt something better pushing against her entrance. Bruno grunted, tearing the rest of her dress from her body, cupping her heavy breasts as he stared into her eyes.
“Mine,” he snarled, slamming into her fully with one long, hard thrust.
“Yes!” Mara yelled.
Her pleasure skyrocketed as he moved his powerful body over hers. Stuffing her so good. Filling her so right. Bruno D’Italia was a motherfucking god at this. And when she felt him arch and growl loudly, warmth coating her insides and dripping down her thighs, Mara wished with all her might that she really was his. That the hoarsely shouted word was a real vow to make her his own.
She’d heard the rumors. Knew the stories. He was a killer. An Enforcer who rose in his Pride by sheer might and strength. But Bruno was not dangerous to her because he was a brawler. He was dangerous because he single handedly tore down the wall she’d built around her heart to protect herself all those years ago.