Island Stripe Pride - Chapter 69: Chapter 69

“Look at me, Bruno,” she said, sitting up and straddling his lap.
He hissed a breath as her heated sex came into contact with his hard shaft. Neither of them had on any clothes, and he loved the feel of her soft, warm body. Mara cupped his face in her hands, her thumbs stroking his cheeks.
“I am so proud of you,” she whispered, and his eyebrows went sky high.
Of all the things she could have said, he’d never figured on those words coming from her mouth.
“Proud of me? I’m a killer. I was taken. Tainted⁠—”
“No, now you listen to me. You are a survivor, a warrior, a fucking avenging angel, and I am so proud you are mine. And you are mine, Bruno. My Bunny has already decided you belong to me, and I belong to you. No more waiting and misunderstandings. I want to be yours. Really yours.”
“You do? I mean, everything else. All the stuff about my past and what I’ve done doesn’t change what you originally thought about me, Mara. You were right. I tomcatted around for a long time, Mara. Just trying to feel anything,” he whispered.
“I don’t care about that, Bruno. Your past is in the past. Let me be your future.”
“You sure?”
“Yes,” she replied, smiling wide and sniffing back her tears.
“I mean, don’t get me wrong,” Mara said with a shaky laugh. “You even look at another woman and it’ll be your head, I crack under a cast iron frying pan.”
“Deal. And I will never look at another woman, kit. You’re all I see,” he whispered, leaning down to claim her lips in a soul searing kiss.
Mara moaned and opened for him, responding to his touch immediately. Fuck. She was perfect. Submissive and soft for him when he needed that, or fearsome as a shield maiden when he needed her to be. Mara was everything a woman should be, and after tonight, she was his. His sweet, sexy Bunny with her heart of gold and a voluptuous, sexy as fuck body made for sin.
She rolled her hips against him, and Bruno went crazy with need. He switched positions, laying her down on the thick, plush rug and rubbing his hands between her slick folds to test if she could take him. She was so hot and tight. So fucking wet already.
Good girl. Sexy girl.
“Mine,” Bruno growled, crashing his mouth to hers.
He’d never been a fan of kissing. It was too intimate. Too messy. But with Mara, Bruno could stay kissing that woman all day long. She tasted like heaven, moaned like a siren, and made him want to roar his claim to the whole fucking world with the way she opened for him like a flower leaning towards the sun. He’d go to war to keep her right there kissing him. He’d bleed for that privilege. Fuck yes, kissing Mara was worth it. She was worth it. The female was pure magic.
“More,” she whimpered, and he obliged her.
Licking a trail from her lips to her neck, he teased the skin he intended to mark with a quick, sharp nip. Her eyes flashed open, the brilliant blue trapping him, and Bruno had never been happier to be caught. Her fingernails dug into his hair as he licked his way down her body. He had to stop and pay homage to her incredible tits.
The woman was firm and round, soft and pliable in all the right places. Her berry-tipped breasts perfect for the taking and take he did. First one, then the other, lick, suck, nip. Then he was moving again, desperate to get his mouth on her sex. Bruno was all kitty, and nothing pleased him more than lapping at his mate’s honeyed cream.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
“Oh gods,” she moaned, arching her back with every swipe of his tongue against her sensitive bud.
He loved her like this, moaning loudly, bucking wildly against his mouth. Tasting her climax was number one on his list tonight, and when she cried his name, he checked the little imaginary box and moved triumphantly to number two.
Get the Bunny all nice and ready, then make her mine.
Placing his big hands on either thigh, he pushed her legs wide, and Bruno moved up her body. Not slowing down even a little bit, he slammed his cock into her molten heat. Mara cried out again, riding the waves of her first orgasm. But Bruno was nowhere near finished with her. He stayed buried deep, keeping his thrusting shallow against her clit. Mara’s eyes opened wide, and he felt her pussy clamp down, squeezing the fuck out of his dick.
Perfect. Sexy. Mine.
“I can’t again, I can’t,” she moaned.
“Yes, you can, kit. Come for me again and I’ll give you that claiming mark you want so bad,” he whispered, rocking his hips harder and faster.
He saw her inner Bunny peeking through, knew the animal wanted his claiming mark as much as he wanted to give it. Feisty little beastie growled at him. Bruno replied with a deep, rumbling purr, and he flashed his fangs.
Sexy Bunny hissed, scratching his shoulders as her pleasure rose and rose and rose. He felt it in the tightening of her sheath and reveled in the glory of the pleasure only he could give her. But before he could stake his claim, before he even registered what she was about to do, Mara leaned forward and bit down on his neck, tearing his flesh with her blunt teeth.
“Fuuckk!” Bruno roared as his orgasm gripped him.
She was marking him! Mara was doing it, claiming him with her bite. Holy fuck. She’d really chosen him, and he was elated. Bruno leaned down quickly, returning the favor before he got lost in the bliss of his own incredible orgasm. The scent of copper hung in the air as he cried out his completion.
When he’d wrung every ounce of pleasure from both their bodies, Bruno slumped against her. He couldn’t move if he tried. His inner beast chuffed in satisfaction, and when he closed his eyes halfway, Bruno saw the bright gold cords of their matebond wrapped around them tightly. He purred loudly, opening his eyes to find her baby blues staring up at him, a sleepy, satisfied smile on her lips.
“Mate,” she whispered, touching the mark she gave him with gentle fingertips
“Mate,” he replied, rolling them both to their sides.
Bruno didn’t want to leave the warmth of her body yet. Didn’t want to separate himself from this remarkable woman. This unique Bunny who’d learned every secret he had and still accepted him for what he was.
Tiger. Monster. Mate.
“You’re my Tiger monster mate now, Bruno. Don’t you ever forget it,” she whispered, kissing his mouth, and already reading his mind.
“Anything you say, kit.”
And he meant it.
“You know I’m not great with words, Mara, but you make me want to be.”
“I love your words, Bruno. I love you,” she assured him.
“There you go, woman, stealing my lines again. I was going to say I love you first.”
“Really? Too bad, mate,” she replied with a giggle, kissing him on the nose.
“Oh, yeah?” Bruno growled and tickled her ribs, sending her into gales of laughter.
They rolled and wrestled on the floor until he had her pinned beneath him. Her eyes flashed, the blue going all light and glowy. Damn, she was beautiful, and he was so lucky she picked him.
“I love you, Mara. You make the Tiger settled. The man proud. You make everything in this world better just cause you’re in it.”
“That’s the nicest thing anyone ever said to me,” she whispered, eyes glossy with unshed tears.
“I mean it, kit. I love you. I’m gonna spend every day from now on showing you just how much I love you.”
“Deal,” she whispered, kissing him hard on the mouth.