The Maverick Pride Tales - Chapter 11: Chapter 11

Thunder roared in his brain. The sexy temptress was teasing him to within an inch of his sanity. He was desperate to touch her, hold her, fuck, he needed her.
But acting like a possessive caveman wasn’t going to win him any favors. He had to rein in his beast. But she was doing things to him, he never thought possible. Then, when he thought he couldn’t take it anymore. She gave him hope.
Grrrrrrr.
His Tiger growled, ready to move in. But Hunter couldn’t believe his ears. Was Elissa really ready for him to claim her?
It sure seemed that way. But there was so much he had not told her yet. Maybe he didn’t have to. Maybe Uncle Uzzi had covered everything?
Fuck.
Hunter couldn’t keep his thoughts organized. His sexy as hell mate was doing a slow striptease for him, and he was about to lose his damn mind. With every delectable inch of creamy pale skin she uncovered, he lost more of his brain cells.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
His Tiger snarled inside his mind’s eye. The beast tensed as he waited on the metaphysical plane of reality where his animal half resided until they swapped skins.
The beast wanted to take a bite out of his human half’s ass for slowing things down. His Tiger was all about pouncing on his delectable mate and claiming her right now.
Images of his human side flipping her over, taking her from behind and sinking his teeth into her flesh, filled his brain.
That would be just purrfect, thought his horny as fuck Tiger.
Fuck, his cat was actually purring. Had been since he’d seen her, he realized.
Tigers don’t fucking purr.
Well, they did now. His Tiger was sure as shit fucking purring at this very moment.
Shit.
His dick throbbed as she slowly released her glorious long hair from its constrictive ponytail. He wanted to wrap it around his fist and yank her back for a kiss, smack that fine ass while filling her pretty pussy. Mark her with his cum. Get his scent all over her. Inside her too. Then he’d place his bite right there on the smooth skin of her shoulder.
Fuck yeah.
That sounded like a plan. Long, sharp claws threatened to push through his fingertips. His gums ached with the need to descend his fangs. It was his beast making himself known. The Tiger wanted to claim the female. To mark her with his seed, claws, and teeth.
Fuck. Just breathe.
Hunter knew he needed to tone it down. He didn’t want to hurt his mate. But she was so frail, so precious. She was a normal and not used to their ways.
We would never hurt her.
He knew that, but still. What if he was too rough? Hunter had been with human females, but not since he was younger.
Like most Shifters, he did not like to hold back during intercourse. The females he’d bedded knew the deal. They enjoyed it rough, raw, and dirty. No judgements and pleasure guaranteed for all involved.
That was all fine, and good, but this was his mate. His very beautiful, very human mate. Hunter needed to treat her gently this first time. He was a big male all over, and he meant that without conceit.
She was so tiny, so fragile. Knowing this, he had to proceed slowly and with care. To ease her into accepting him physically. Not easy when the ways he and his beast wanted to have her kept playing over and over in his head like some XXX porn marathon.
Fuck.
His human side grabbed his Tiger by the ruff. Hunter gave him a single, hard shake. He needed to take care. He reminded his animal that his mate was a normal.
He inhaled, savoring more of her delicious cherry pie scent, and looked into her soft brown eyes. She was ripe and ready, Hunter needn’t worry. He could tell from her scent and that sexy, heavy-lidded stare.
Yes. This was the right time, and it would be good. He would always go at her pace, the Tiger, and the man in complete agreement that her pleasure came first.
Always.
Puspa, the beast hissed the word at him.
Hunter went still. He understood what the animal wanted. To give his mate more than the claiming mark, to give her the bite that would change her irrevocably.
The Puspa only happened if the Fates allowed. When everything lined up correctly between a Shifter and his or her mate. Then and only then. Wouldn’t that be incredible? But only as a bonus. Elissa was the real treasure. Shifter or not.
Doesn’t matter. We will go slow to prove our worth. To show our unwavering devotion. To make her feel our love. We will fulfill her every dream until she believes it down to the depths of her soul.
The animal grumbled but agreed with Hunter’s plan. Ultimately, the Tiger wanted his human side to claim her.
Whatever it takes.
He looked up to tell her so, and his mouth went dry. In the moments he’d taken to gain control of his beast, his beautiful Nari had dropped her shirt. Bold and beautiful, Elissa stood before him, nearly naked.
Her chin jutted out proudly, trepidation in her gorgeous brown eyes. Beast and man stuttered at the mere sight of her. She had every right to be proud. His Nari was a goddess.
Holy shit.
Hunter didn’t know what to expect, but he thanked the gods now for gifting him such an exquisite creature. She trembled slightly, and he realized he had yet to react. Her tiny hands fisted at her sides. Determined now, he licked his dry lips.
Elissa was wearing a skimpy pair of bubblegum pink briefs with a matching bra that left the creamy tops of her breasts almost bare for him. Her ample bosoms rose and fell with every breath she took, giving him an even better view of her assets.
His mouth watered, and his cock ached. She was exquisite. Soft and rounded, more than a handful, even for him. And Hunter had big fucking hands.
The sound of her breathing teased his sensitive ears and he savored it. She was fucking purrfect.
Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
All of his blood seemed to divert to his cock, and Hunter was left speechless, unable to do anything but breathe along with her. Her sumptuous scent filled his nostrils and he salivated. A nice word for what he really did. Hunter actually fucking drooled.
Fuck.
He wiped his mouth as casually as he could. Feeling like a fucking idiot, but what could he do? She was amazing. Smiling shyly, his sweet mate moved forward and pressed herself against him. Her soft hands lifted to cup his face, and she tugged him forward in a move he found sexy as hell.
Aggressive women were not his thing, but when it was his mate who showed him how much she wanted him, all bets were off. Fuck, he would do anything to please her. Anything at all.
He followed her lead, letting her pull his head down until they were face to face. He could hardly breathe for wanting her. Like a man in a trance, he waited for her to make the first move. And she did.
Thank the Fates themselves.
Her soft lips touched his, shyly at first. Hunter gasped, completely unprepared for the spark, that feeling like he was suddenly alive again after a lifetime of being half-asleep, to spike through his veins. He was not prepared for the avalanche of need that accompanied the brief meeting of their lips.
One kiss.
That’s all it was, and yet it was so much more than that. It was like a cataclysmic collision of two entirely separate worlds. That one touch created a force so strong and powerful it swept everything else away with the power of its explosion.
All the things Hunter had ever thought he’d known about life, his Pride, himself, were now null and void. Nothing else mattered. Nothing even existed before her.
No other female. Hell, no other person. His entire world became Elissa Phoenix in that moment when he’d felt her lips on his.
She was his. His Nari. And he was going to keep her.
Mine.
His Tiger bellowed the word in a deafening roar. He was sure the rest of the Pride felt the beast’s claim through the ancient and Magical bonds that held them together.
Good, snarled his Tiger.
The Pride would know their Nari. They would protect and serve her as they did him. She was their future. She would carry the new generation in her womb. His mate.
Mine.
Roarrrrrr.
Growling deep in his throat, Hunter sucked on her tongue, loving the contradictions in her sweet and spicy feminine flavor. The richness of it burst along his taste buds, making him want her all the more.
He wrapped his big arms around his almost naked mate and pulled her to him. He wanted her to carry his scent. Needed her to wear it on her skin.
It was another aftereffect of their mating. She would have his scent on her and he would carry hers with him. A sign that they belonged to each other.
Always.
Their kiss deepened, and Hunter left all logic behind. He licked her lips, sucking on her tongue and exploring every last detail of her heavenly mouth.
Mmm. She really is sweet as cherry pie.
Her skin was still chilled from her damp clothing, but he wasn’t worried. He knew just how to warm her up. His tiger chuffed, the beast within him urging him on. But Hunter did not need any urging.
He was already head over heels for the female. Breathing erratically, he pulled her in tight, loving the feel of her softness against his muscled frame. She was short, but that was no problem, he growled and lifted her, loving the way she squeaked in surprise.
More. Want more, no, I need more, he thought.
“Hunter,” she mewled his name.
Her soft moans and pants as he nuzzled her ears, and neck drove him wild. Finally, he made his way back to her sweet lips, pressing his to hers in an urgency he could only just begin to understand. Fuck, she was beautiful, and he was desperate for her.
He met her breathy pleas with his mouth, hands, and tongue. Knowing she wanted him was better than an aphrodisiac, and her soft hands were making him crazy. She ran them over his head and neck, pulling him closer.
The bite of her blunt fingernails as she increased the pressure made his Tiger growl appreciatively. His sweet Elissa needn’t worry about hurting him. He was strong. He could take anything she dished out.
Yessss, hissed his Tiger.
As if to prove it, he urged her on. Grunting approvingly as she clawed at his shoulders and back. His hands traced the underside of her breasts. The soft swells were smooth as silk, warm and heavy in his palm as he cupped and weighed one then the other, kissing her all the while.
Elissa moaned and scratched at his shoulders, but damn, he loved that hint of pain. Hunter was one big ball of need. He was aching with anticipation. The urge to cherish the woman whose mouth he was plundering nearly sent him to his knees.
More.
Mine.
All.
Fuck, he was shaking like a cub. He needed more than this. The beast inside of him demanded it.
“Please,” Elissa murmured against his lips and that was when Hunter stopped fucking around.
Her whimpers grew louder as he dove headfirst into their kiss. She moaned his name, urging him on. When her fingers skimmed over his head, he tensed. He’d never thought about whether or not women liked his shaved head. He just hated hair. It got in the fucking way and was easier to care for like this.
He was the Neta. He had no time to mess around with girly fucking hair products like some of his Pride. It was a damn embarrassment if you asked him.
Grown ass men fucking around with shit with foody names like gel and mousse. The only mousse he wanted near him was the chocolate kind. With whipped cream.
Ooh. Whipped cream.
The fun he could have with his sexy little mate and a can of the creamy white stuff.
Grrr.
Not that he needed any enticement to lick her from head to toe. Her cream was more than enough for him.
Fuck yeah.
Hair or his lack thereof had never mattered to him before. In fact, he’d never even questioned his decision to open a pack of razors and go to town on his skull every other day. But suddenly he did care, very much about what she thought.
Hunter only wanted to make her happy. He wanted that with every fiber of his being. If she wanted him to grow his hair, he would. Down to his fucking knees if need be. But he’d ask her about it later. Much later.
Elissa wiggled her hips to fit herself more closely to him, and the bar of his cock nestled against the hot apex of her thighs. Her legs wrapped around him as they made out like teenagers, but better. He knew what he was doing now, whereas teen Hunter would have already come inside his tighty-whities.
He sucked on her tongue, his hands tracing over her silky skin, memorizing every curve and dip of her incredible body. He couldn’t wait to lose himself inside of her. But only when she was ready for him. He needed her primed to accept him and his mating mark.
Yes, the Tiger agreed.
He had to show her without words just what he was going to do to her body. He wasn’t big on talking about his feelings. Where words could only fail him, actions had always proven best. His hands held onto the round globes of her peach-shaped ass, and Hunter walked them over to the sunken tub. A flick of the handle had it filling with water while he shucked off his clothing.
Never once did he put her down or stop kissing her. He didn’t have to, he yanked off the bothersome clothes, ripping where necessary until he was naked as the day he’d been born.
This was it.
The most important moment of his entire life. Grabbing the edges of her panties, he stopped, slowing his kiss before going further.
“Are you partial to these?” he asked.
“Hmm? Oh, not really,” she said, biting her lower lip.
“Good.”