The Maverick Pride Tales - Chapter 129: Chapter 129

Lance shook his entire body against the cold as he swapped fur for skin.
“Fuck! That hurt.”
He raised his free hand in surrender still gripping the poker she was holding onto after her third attempt to smash his skull in. the woman was strong, and spunky too. Good for her.
She should be pissed, and he knew she was even without the way she was squinting her eyes angrily. It was the tear tracks on her face that broke his heart. Nothing he said was going to be good enough.
“Please don’t cry,” he murmured. “I know I do not deserve another chance, Anna. But I am asking for one. Please, Annalia. But I won’t be able to explain if I am passed out with a concussion,” he began, and she had to hide the twitch of her lips. “First, I’m so sorry. I swear, I never want to hurt you. Not ever.”
“Okay, but maybe we should talk later,” she mumbled. Her face was turning the same shade as her dress, and he cocked his head to the side. Then, she squeaked and looked down.
“Dude, you’re naked. Your jingle berries are just flapping in the breeze here, and well, I can’t take you seriously⁠—”
Fuck, she was cute. Lance felt his dick grow hard under her perusal and Anna gasped and her eyes went wide with shock and something else. Maybe interest?
Please let it be interest.
“OMG. You have a boner!” she squeaked and covered her eyes with her hands.
Lance stood taller, unashamed of his nudity. Shifters were used to it, but what sweetened the deal was the heady scent of her arousal floating on the breeze. The winter night was cold, and she was starting to shiver.
“Hear me out, Anna. Let’s go inside so you’re not cold. I promise I won’t do anything unless you tell me to. You have my word.”
“Your word?”
“You might not think much of it right now, but it’s the best thing I can give you. I swear it. Look, leave the door open if you want, but you’re shivering, and my Tiger is going crazy inside of me wanting to get you inside. Safe. Warm,” he growled, and she stood there a moment before nodding.
“Alright,” she said, trusting him enough to turn her back on him as she entered the code correctly.
“You can shut the door,” she said, walking to the other side of the room, poker in hand.
Fine. She could have that. She could have anything she wanted far as he was concerned.
Anna’s gaze flicked to his cock for a moment, and the damn thing stirred again. She whimpered, eyes wide, and flashing back to his. He shrugged.
“I can’t help that, Anna. You keep looking at me, I’m gonna get hard.”
“Cause Shifters are horn balls with no control?” she asked.
He shook his head. Silly woman. Didn’t she know it had nothing to do with sex and everything to do with her?
“Not at all, Anna. It’s cause you’re the one doing the looking.”
What the what now?
Anger and lust warred with each other, the latter winning out by a smidge. The tall, gorgeous, and naked—did she mention naked—man had followed her home in his Tiger form, and now, the giant was standing in her rented living room.
Did she say giant?
Cause dayum. When she said that, Anna meant GIANT.
Had to be at least eleven semi-hard inches so far, and it was still growing every time her gaze brushed along his impressive and girthy length. She rolled her eyes to the ceiling and huffed out a breath.
She could do this. Have a conversation with a gorgeous naked ass man that she felt completely possessive over after less than two hours of his company for no rational reason at all, right? Sure she could. Anna was an adult.
“First, I’m naked because we can’t shift with clothes on,” he explained.
“Alright but does that always happen when you Shift?” wide-eyed she pointed at his now loud and proud full on erection.
Not that he had no reason to be proud, she reasoned.
One more time with feeling—the man had earned it.
Dayum, she thought.
Wait, that wasn’t enough. Okay. DAYUM!
That was more like it.
“No,” he growled, gripping his enormous dick with one hand. “Like I said, this,” he grumbled and stroked himself from root to tip, “is all because of you.”
“Things like that don’t happen cause of me,” she confessed.
“They sure as fuck do, Anna.”
She shook her head, mesmerized by the way he was touching himself, groaning when he stopped. When her gaze met his, she found his sexy grin had faded. Lance stalked forward, backing her into the wall. He reached up removing her jacket, letting it drop to the floor. His blue eyes on hers the entire time as he grazed his fingertips across her shoulders, waiting for her reaction before pressing his body close.
She hardly noticed she’d been shivering with cold, and maybe something else, but the second he touched her she felt it. His warmth. Despite his nakedness, Lance was a raging inferno.
“You’re hot,” she murmured against his chest.
“So are you,” he returned.
“No, I mean like literally,” she said with an unladylike snort and rolled her eyes. “Your skin is hot.”
“Oh, that’s just a Shifter thing.”
“We should be talking, Lance. Not doing this,” she murmured as he ran his lips along her neck and jawline.
“You’re right. Of course,” he growled, and when he looked at her his eyes were the gold of his beast. “If it makes you more comfortable, I can put something on while we talk, Anna.”
She sighed, knowing she was going to listen to what he had to say. She needed to. Maybe she was being a fool or easy, but something inside her told her she would regret it for the rest of her life if she pushed him away now.
“Okay,” she said and stepped away from his warmth. “But I don’t think I have anything that fits you.”
“No worries, I keep spare clothes in the back hall closet.”
“Wait. What? You keep clothes here?”
He was bending down and lifting her coat off the floor, sidestepping the question as he hung it on the rack by the door. Lance, bent down again, lifting her feet and removing her heels almost immediately.
Fuck, that felt good. How did he know she needed them off? Dressing up like Cinderella for the night, didn’t mean she’d changed. Anna was a creature of habit, and that meant comfort was king.
“This is my cabin,” Lance explained after guiding her to the sofa.
“Your cabin?”
“Yeah, I own it. Actually, I built it. I only stay here half the time though. My beast has been anxious lately. Anyway, Uncle Uzzi asked to use it,” he explained and walked to the hall closet where he expertly removed a pair of gray sweatpants from the bottom drawer and shrugged them on.
Chest still bare, the ripple of muscles playing across his body was hypnotic. Anna had to bite back her groan, and she did, literally taking her lower lip between her teeth. Lance seemed to follow the movement, eyes narrowing as he walked back over to her.
“If you want to be bitten, love, you just have to ask,” Lance growled and bent down, placing himself between her legs, then proceeded to kiss the hell out of her.
Annalia whimpered at the first thrust of his tongue. Had she made jokes about him not being a good kisser, because the man was a damn expert. Fuck how he got that way. She didn’t want to know about the years of practice he’d had, only cared about the way he was handling her right then.
So good.
She really shouldn’t be doing this, but his big warm body was pressed up against hers, his cock pulsing against the apex of her thighs.
“What are you doing? We’re supposed to be talking.”
But she didn’t push him away. She couldn’t. Fuck. He felt so good. His big body pushing against hers, and it had been so long since anyone had made her feel that way—if ever.
“Can’t help it. You smell so fucking good. Like sex and sweet spice. Want you,” growled and sniffed the crook of her neck.
Moisture pooled between her legs. Anna whimpered. The snow in his hair had melted, and it his chestnut locks were damp and curling against his forehead and neck. She couldn’t help herself. Annalia reached up, pushing them back, pulling his face closer to her skin. He growled as he kissed her neck, then moved back to her lips, and down the other side of her neck.
He was driving her crazy with those small nuzzles. Each tentative touch made her shiver with need and want. His entire chest vibrated against her with the sound. Lance’s warm, minty breath mingled with hers. Anticipation—not asthma—had her breath catching in her throat.
She wanted his lips, wanted his tongue. Panting with the strength of her need, she nuzzled his cheek. Lance turned, stroking his nose against hers, teasing her mouth with his lips.
Hardly touching, and yet she moaned anyway. Those tiny whispers of kisses made her want to weep in frustration.
“Lance,” she moaned.
“What do you want, Anna? Tell me.”
“Kiss me,” she demanded.
“I am,” he grinned.
The bastard.
“No,” she growled, biting his lip, hard. “Stop fucking around and kiss me.”
The deep, throaty growl that rumbled through his chest until it escaped his lips shouldn’t have made her panties wet—okay, soaked—but it did. Anna’s muscles seemed to lock in place. She was a deer caught in the path of a dangerous predator.
Lance was that and more, a true Tiger inside and out. She didn’t know if this was smart, risking her heart with a man like him, all for the sake of a night’s pleasure.
Suddenly, Lance reached up with both hands cupping her face. He angled her head exactly where he wanted. Then he kissed her.
For real, this time. Lance thrust his tongue inside her mouth, and Anna forgot why she’d been worried to begin with.
OMG…yes, yes, YASSSSS!
This was what she’d been missing in her life. A man who knew exactly what to do with a woman like her. She moaned into his mouth, but he didn’t let up. Thank fuck.
Anna might kick herself tomorrow, but right then she was going to take everything he offered. And nothing mattered in that moment except his mouth on hers. He spent countless time, licking and nibbling at her lips, exploring her entire mouth, teeth, tongue, all of it.
He kissed, teased, licked, and breathed her in. As if he could swallow her very essence down with a single, though incredible, kiss. Meanwhile, his hands held her face in the gentlest of caresses. She clutched his shoulders, using his hard body for support. God knew she had no strength in her legs. The man gave the phrase ‘weak in the knees’ new meaning.
“Too many clothes,” she ground out against his insistent mouth.
“You sure?” he panted the question and bent to kiss her again.
Anna moaned, lips still locked with his. Something primal inside her was gratified he seemed as out of breath as she was.
“Yes, I’m sure.”
Anna grinned and pushed him back with two hands on his chest. She knew he was the stronger of the two, but he allowed her to move him.
That alone was hot as fuck, far as she was concerned. The man was sex on legs, but she was in charge.
Watching her like a true predator, he followed every move she made as if mesmerized. The knowledge gave her a little power trip, and she shook her head when he made to move.
“Not till I say,” Anna whispered, moving away from the sofa.
Lance growled but remained where she left him. Somehow, they’d made out across the sofa till they were both on the floor. Anna stood up, eyeing his thick erection beneath the gray sweats he’d pulled on. His cock seemed to beg for attention. But not yet, she told herself.
Anna continued to walk backwards, tugging the zipper under her left arm that held the strapless dress up.
“Want me to take this off?”
“Fuck yeah,” he nodded.
“You can start walking,” she told him, gasping at how quickly he stood and stalked her. “Stop,” she said when he almost reached her. “No touching. Not until I say so.”
“Anything you want, love,” he growled, eyes focused like laser beams.
The feline grace with which he moved was not lost on her. She marveled at how such a big man held so much elegance in his every move. He was big, muscular, sexy, and beautiful. The issues she had, they could work out later. Right then, she was on fire for him.
Anna’s eyes never left his, but she didn’t need to see where she was going. The beauty of the cabin was in its open design. Entryway, hall, kitchen to the left, living room, then a single door that led to the master bedroom and bath. There was a soft rug beneath her feet as she passed the fireplace and the sofa. Mindful of where she stepped, Anna held the now unzipped dress high.
Lance’s growl grew in volume when she paused just in front of the bedroom door. One hand on the doorknob, still facing him, Anna dropped the dress. His breath whooshed out on a loud exhale, and she was so fucking glad she went with the black lace lingerie.
The demi-cup bustier lifted her large breasts while the see-through fabric hid nothing from the eye. The matching panties made her feel sexy, naughty, and the way his eyes ate her bolstered her confidence a little more. His gaze turned gold, zeroing in on her already slick sex.
“See anything you like?” she teased.
“Mine.”
The word was barely recognizable, but so fucking hot coming from his mouth. Lance’s body was tensed, his muscles gleaming in the dimmed lighting of the bedroom.
Annalia turned around, not missing the way he sucked in another breath. She walked over to the king-sized bed and stood in front of it.
“You coming?”
“You first,” he grunted the words.