The Maverick Pride Tales - Chapter 107: Chapter 107

“Where are you taking me?” he asked her, not really concerned, only that it was taking long, and he was desperate to touch her.
Javier watched her hips sway seductively in the dream of a gown she wore. His mate—thank the gods, he had finally met his mate, and she was gorgeous. He couldn’t wait to undress her. Visions of fucking her on top of the shimmery gown had filled his head ever since he’d laid eyes on her. His own sweet kitten.
“I don’t know, but I hope we get there soon,” the woman of his every fantasy laughed, and it was like silver bells sounding through the air.
For a moment, he thought he could hear her underlying sorrow, and that bothered his Bear. He wanted her happy. No, he wanted her overjoyed, as he was to finally meet her. His mate. The one person in the universe designed wholly and completely for him.
She tried the doorknob of the first room at the top of a deserted stairwell and met his eyes when it clicked. Javier exhaled slowly, relieved that the room was unlocked.
“This must be a guestroom,” the gorgeous she-Tiger said as they walked inside the neat little bedroom.
It was clean, but unoccupied. They both would’ve scented any person who might have slept there recently, but everything was fresh and new. That was good. His Bear did not like the idea of her on anyone else’s sheets or furniture.
She was too precious for that. His throat rumbled with his animal as Javier ran his fingers down her bare arms once she’d stopped walking. He’d never thought himself particularly lucky, but Javi must have been blessed to deserve such a treasure as she. His mate stood in front of the tall window, bathed in moonlight like a goddess. Her beauty unparalleled.
“Your skin is lovely. So soft and pale,” he murmured and ducked his head to taste it.
He’d been dying to see if she was as sweet as he imagined, and she was. Sweeter still. No longer able to hold back, he spun her in his arms and breathed in her cinnamon sugar scent in great big gulps. Like a greedy child who couldn’t wait to gobble up all his treats—but Javier knew better than to rush this. She was his mate, and he would savor her like the treasure she was.
“Feels good,” she whimpered, and he smiled widely. He wanted to please her. It was imperative.
“I’m dying to taste you,” he growled, placing biting kisses along her jaw till he reached her mouth.
Javier trembled like a green boy as he reached for her, cupping her cheeks in his hands. She was so beautiful. He bent his head to capture her mouth, unable to delay, not even for a moment. Fuck, her top lip was as delectable as he’d imagined earlier.
She moaned and opened for him, and his cock hardened even more. Her instinctive submission to his seeking tongue was making him so damn hot. Their kiss turned frantic as his feisty little mate reached for his jacket and tugged it off, next came his shirt. Ignoring the last few buttons, Javier pulled the thing off, burning to have her hands on his skin.
She wanted him, and the knowledge made him drunk. He growled and nipped at her skin, loving the way she purred in response. Desire was good between mates, necessary even. She’d said one night, and he agreed only because he had a plan. Javier was going to make her addicted to him.
He was going to love on her so damn good she would not want the night to end. And when dawn finally came, she would be his for all time.
It was a good plan. A fucking great one, as far as he was concerned. Running on instinct, he cupped her breasts, squeezing the ripe mounds, testing their weight. She was all woman, and his Bear was already enamored. Sexy, elegant, and earthy at the same time.
Perfect. Sexy. Mine.
“Fuck, kitten, you taste so damn good,” he growled and swallowed her lusty moan.
The scent of her arousal increased, teasing his senses, making his cock throb inside his pants, and filling him with all manner of naughty little images. Javier was going to see each one become reality, but first, he was going to make his sweet mate purr.
She pushed at his shoulders and Javi’s eyes snapped to hers, breaking the kiss. He noted her swollen lips with satisfaction. His gorgeous mate reached behind her and undid the clasp of her gown, tugging the two straps down and unveiling the best damn present he ever got for Christmas.
Holy fucking hell. She was stunning. Javier’s growl reverberated in the room as she released her breasts from their confines.
“Mine,” he whispered in a deep, guttural voice that was more Bear than man. He could not help it.
“For tonight,” she agreed, and he said nothing.
Her bosoms were rounded and full, with dark tips that hardened under his fervent stare. He moved in, desperate to get his hands on them, but knowing she needed tenderness and reverence. Javier cupped her, teasing the tight buds with his fingers while he mashed his lips to hers once more.
His naughty little kitten rubbed her tongue against his in a way that had his balls tightening, seeking release as he pressed his hard length against her soft belly. Christ, she was so damn hot. Made him positively wild with her pants and moans. He needed more. Needed her. Could not wait to sink into her.
“Yes,” she growled softly as his lips sought her earlobe, then her neck, and finally closed over one ripe tip.
The growly little purring sound was almost his undoing. Javi teased the nubbin with his tongue, tugging it gently with his teeth and releasing one to suckle the other. Her fingers pulled on his hair, and fuck if that wasn’t pushing him closer to the edge.
Naughty little kitten, like a little hair pulling, eh?
Good thing Javi did too. Nothing was taboo as long as those involved were willing, and for his mate, he would do anything and everything to see to her pleasure.
“Need you naked,” he grunted.
Javi closed his eyes, battling the Bear. His animal was pushing for control. He wanted to mark her, to claim his mate right then and there, but first, he needed her consent, and she was already under the mistaken impression that this was a one-night thing. That was his fault.
Liar liar.
No. Not a lie. I will make her want me so much, she will not let go. She is mine. Mate.
Javier hadn’t lied. Okay, maybe a little, but only because she did not understand his meaning. He’d said he only needed one night, but he meant to make her change her mind. It was the only reason he had gotten away with it. Otherwise, her Tiger would have known.
Most Shifters didn’t lie because they could detect it in a person’s scent and see it in their body language. Subtle changes, like the nuance in a person’s voice could give away a lie easily.
So no, he had not lied when he said he only needed one night. He just did not mean what she thought he meant. Now that he had her in his arms, Javier knew he would never let her go.
This female was his, decreed by the Fates, and he was hers as well. She was his whole universe—everything to him. Javier had means and determination on his side. He would win her love if it took forever.
Starting now, he growled, his body on fire for the sexy she-Tiger. She was the only one capable of cooling the flame of his need. And fuck, yes, he needed her, wanted her, had to have her.
Mine. Mine. MINE.
Okay, so his Bear was a possessive asshole. Who could blame him? There would be no one else for Javi. Only her.
“Like this, sweet?”
“Yes, oh yes,” she moaned, her head back as he licked a trail down her breasts to her belly, nipping the scrap of cloth that covered her most secret place before trailing kisses along her delicious thighs.
He wanted every one of her shivers and trembles, every purr and moan from her luscious mouth. Possessive, she’d mentioned that, and maybe he was about her, but he knew she was no toy or bauble. She was a fucking goddess and if she let him, he would worship at her feet.
“Javier?”
“Yes.”
“Would you do something for me?”
“Anything,” he returned, stopping the kiss he’d been planting along her inner left leg. Her scent was strong, he knew she wanted him, would have known it even if he wasn’t able to see that little bit of fabric damp with her need from his position on his knees and almost all the way between her thighs.
“Will you stop if I say so?” she asked, and he knew it was important to her.
“Of course,” he nodded, answering honestly.
It might kill him, but Javier would most certainly stop if that was what she wanted. His mate’s needs and desires came first. Always.
“Do you want me to stop, querida?” he asked, and fuck, he was panting.
“No. I was just checking.” The sexy little temptress grinned and bit her lip.
“Good,” he growled, standing, and lifting her off the floor in one move. He needed that mouth under his, had to kiss the teasing little delight that she was.