Island Stripe Pride - Chapter 9: Chapter 9

Dean placed his mate carefully down on the thick quilt that covered the custom built Alaskan King bed inside his cabin.
Maybe the Fates had lent him some insight when he’d designed the thing. It was extravagant for one person, but for two, it was perfect. Like her.
She looked divine with her curls billowing out like a dark sail across the white bedding. He straddled her hips, grasping the edges of the pajama top she wore and meeting her eyes before tearing it clear off her body.
She gasped aloud, but her lust-filled gaze told him she was more than willing to go forward. Her own Tigress recognized him as her mate, and though his sweet Nari did not quite understand what that meant, her instincts told her to trust him and that was good enough for now.
Dean slid alongside of her, using his arms as purchase on the soft mattress, he looked into her eyes, seeking permission before capturing her lips with his own.
Violet arched her body off the bed, teasing him with her smooth, silky skin. Her hardened nipples bit into his chest and he growled at the thought of capturing them with his mouth and between his teeth.
Oh yes, she was a veritable feast. A banquet for his senses and he wanted every last morsel for himself. Even better, his sweet mate was no whimpering damsel, she was fierce and strong. Their tongues continued to war and dance together, battling for dominance as their exchange grew heated and more intense.
Dean stroked his hands down her face and neck, caressing her shoulders, and ribcage, those wide, perfect hips, to her plump, shapely thighs. She opened her legs for him instinctively and his hands found the skin there to be even smoother, softer than he’d ever imagined.
“Oh god,” she moaned and he caught the sound, sipping it from her lips.
Traveling down her chin, to her neck, and clavicle, then down to her berry-tipped breasts, Dean paid homage to her body the way a priest did to the gods.
Sucking on one perfectly rounded nubbin, then the other, he rolled her nipples between his teeth gently tugging the sensitive flesh until she was writhing beneath him.
His Violet was perfect in every way, and when she tried to shield herself, wrapping an arm around her middle, Dean simply tugged her hand away and kissed the soft flesh there, locking his gaze onto hers.
Society could go fuck itself for all he cared. He had no desire to make love with a stick figure and couldn’t fathom why the media chose to emulate one particular body type over all the others. To each his own, that was his motto, and he never wanted anyone like he wanted her.
Humans and supernaturals came in all shapes and sizes. Unfortunately, the world didn’t seem to celebrate all of them. Well, he would show her just how stunning she was to him, even if it took all night.
“Never hide from me, little one,” he growled, dipping his tongue into her belly button as he did so.
“I’m, uh, I’m overweight. My stomach is too flabby and I have cellulite on my thighs,” she confessed as if it were something bad, and he hissed at her shaking his head.
“No, you are just right. The perfect size and shape, exactly as a woman should be, and I never want to hear you talk badly about your body, my body, again, okay?”
“I, oh, oh, I, yes, uh huh,” she moaned as his fingers slid up her thighs and stroked the soft curls that hid her most secret flesh from his gaze.
Fuck, she was soaked. Her cream coated his fingers and he couldn’t wait to lick them clean one at a time.
Grrrr. Mine.
“You’re perfect, little one. Beautiful and soft, built to cradle my hard body with your sweet, soft flesh. To carry my young and keep them safe. I am gonna fill you, love, but first,” he bent and used his shoulders to spread her legs even wider, “I need to taste you, sweet. Have to see if that sugar cookie scent goes as deep as I intend to.”
“Dean!” she yelled as he pierced her with his tongue, strumming her throbbing clitoris with his fingers.
He buried his face between her legs and feasted on her sex, suckling that plump little nubbin and sliding two, then three thick digits into her tight sheath until she was bucking wildly against him.
She tasted like manna from the heavens. Pure sex and sugar cookie sweetness all the way down to her core. And she was all his.
Possessive much? Fuck yes. Dean was the Neta, and he did not share. Violet was all his and he was going to satisfy every single one of her desires if it took him the rest of his life.
Dean teased her nether lips, slowing his pace and licking her slowly from asshole to clit with the flat of his tongue. Violet moaned and moved with him, attempting to get him to go faster, but he would not be rushed.
Loving her was never something to rush. He intended to show her how much she meant to him with every kiss and caress. She deserved every bit of attention he intended to lavish on her.
And she would like it too. That much he could guarantee. He growled, allowing the vibration to flow from him through to her, swallowing down her sweet cream greedily as her sex clenched around his fingers.
Fuck, she was perfect and he would never get tired of that or of her. He knew that even as his heart raced and the strength of his arousal spiked a fever through his blood.
She was his mate, his perfect match in every way, and he thanked the Fates and all the gods that had delivered her to him this Christmas Eve. His perfect present. The only one he would ever want.
“S’good, Nari,” he whispered approvingly.
In the throes of passion, his shy little mate was fierce as a Nari should be. She gripped his hair until she had him right where she wanted him, fucking his face with every buck and thrust of her hips. And when she came apart, it was a thing of pure beauty.
Dean almost spilled his seed on the bedspread like some green cub from the mere sight of her. Eyes at half mast, mouth open, her orgasm seemed to pulse through her entire being before she fell back to earth with him.
He couldn’t wait to do it again. To make her come even harder than the last time. He doubled his efforts. Kissing, stroking, caressing every inch of her.
It was all he could do to gain control before she’d turned the tables and had him flat on his back. Her newly found Shifter strength served her well, though she probably was unaware of it as of yet. He was too turned on to explain, couldn’t wait to seal their bond.
That would only happen when he came deep within her, marking her with his cum and his scent. And yeah, he was probably going to bite her again. Cause that was just the kind of possessive asshole he was. He wanted everyone to know she was his.
Mine, growled his Tiger as Violet straddled his thighs looking for all she was worth like a warrior queen as she sank down onto his thick shaft.
“Fuck,” he growled, gripping her thighs tightly as she rocked her hips, sliding along his cock in a rhythm as old as time itself.
Dean sat up, capturing her breasts in his mouth before kissing his way to her lips. Never before had sex been so soul-crushingly sweet.
Dean was thoroughly captivated by every twitch of muscle, every sigh and moan, and every minuscule movement that brought him and his mate closer to that ultimate pinnacle. She was everything he’d ever wanted in a woman, a partner.
She was earthy and real, and at the same time, like a gift from the heavens themselves. Dean’s Tiger clawed at him from the inside. He begged to be freed, to join in the union, and take his rightful place beside his Nari.
“Want to bite you again, mate, to claim you,” he said trying to explain this time, to wait for her ascent.
“Yes,” she nodded, “mine,” her Tigress showed behind her glowing eyes and Dean recognized the she-Cat’s need for affirmation as well.
“Yes, yours, and you are mine,” he growled.
Even as his fangs descended, Dean felt his sweet mate go rigid above him. She was so close to the edge, so near to ecstasy, and he would deliver her all the way there. Fuck yes, he would.
“Now, now, now!” she yelled as he thrust upwards with his hips and closed his jaws over that same place where he’d bitten her earlier.
Need drove him now, pure mating instinct. He needed to reaffirm his claim, with her every bit a part of their union as she was unconscious before. His Tiger knew she was his one true and fated mate, her soul called out to his, and he could not wait until the time when she would claim him back.
“Dean!” she called his name and the scent of her ecstasy rose.
“Mate,” he growled back as the combination of her walls tightening around his cock and the slide of her sugar cookie scented essence down his throat had Dean soon following her into oblivion.
“Fuck,” he snarled the word as a sharp, stinging pain started in his left shoulder, increasing his pleasure tenfold and he looked down to see her dark head bent as she staked her own claim on his flesh.
White hot bliss pulsated around Dean as they clung to one another, sealing their matebond in the most basic and yet, entirely profound way that only two beings who were fated could ever do.
Mine, his Tiger roared the word this time, announcing it to all who existed on that metaphysical realm where Shifters’ beasts dwelled until called.
He sent the message through his Pride bonds and knew in the resounding joy that his Pride had felt his call. He was a single Neta no more.
He had his Nari now.