The Maverick Pride Tales - Chapter 13: Chapter 13

Of course, that wasn’t all the beast wanted. Not by a long shot. His Tiger wanted him to come too.
So fucking bad.
To fill her with his seed. To mark her with his scent from the inside out.
Grrr.
Get her swollen with his cubs.
Fuck yeah.
“Mine,” he growled and nipped her earlobe, holding her there while he worked his dick inside of her, grinding her sweet pussy against him.
“Hunter,” she ground out, her voice panicky.
“I’ve got you. Always,” he replied.
Her blunt fingernails dug into his shoulders, looking for purchase on his slippery skin. He didn’t mind the pain. In fact, he rather liked it.
“You’re mine, Elissa. My sweet mate, my Nari,” he proclaimed like the Neta he was.
“Hunter?”
“Tell me you’re mine,” he demanded as he pumped his dick faster, harder.
He felt her pussy clench. Her channel gripping his dick in a tight hold that was bound to make him explode.
Not yet, he told himself. Not until she said what he wanted to hear.
“Elissa? Tell me!”
“Yours,” she moaned, “yours, yours,” she repeated, trying to move her hips.
He held her still, working hard to rein in the beast who demanded he turn her around and take her like a wild cat.
Yes, he wanted that, but he would go at his pace, not his animal’s.
She mewled and whined. Her slick channel squeezing his shaft, clenching, searching for fulfillment, but he held still. Hunter knew what she wanted.
Fuck, he wanted it too.
But he needed her complete agreement first. After this, there would be no going back.
Mine. Grrr.
“Yes, but to be mine completely, I need to mark you, Elissa,” his canines slipped free, making it harder to talk.
“Need to claim you, to bite you. The whole fucking world needs to know you’re mine, my mate, my Nari.”
“Hunter, yes, please, yes,” she begged.
“Thank the gods,” he ground out, pressing his forehead to hers for a moment before pinning her with his stare.
“Come for me, baby, and I’ll do just that. I’ll make you mine, mark you with my bite,” he said, his voice deep with his beast.
“Yes. Please, yes,” she whimpered.
That was all he needed. Hunter altered his hold on her, dragging her hips against him. Sensations buzzed along his skin like little bolts of lightning. Elissa moaned and sighed, scratching at his shoulders, urging him on, and he did not stop.
He held her with firm hands, grinding her on his dick. Back and forth. Swirl, thrust, swirl. He kept on the torturous pace until he felt the first tremor of her orgasm squeeze his shaft.
“Hunter! Oh now, now, now,” Elissa shouted her pleasure.
He reveled in that, in her telling the whole Pride House who it was that brought her so much pleasure. Elissa had yelled his name, and now he would claim her.
Her already tight pussy was growing incredibly tighter. Back arched, mouth open, he watched for the moment when her brown eyes glazed over with ecstasy. And there it was, one more swivel of their hips in time, and Elissa fell off that metaphorical cliff into a sea of pleasure the two of them would share for decades to come.
“Mine,” he growled, wanting to claim her, her orgasm, her breathy moans, her kisses, her sighs, every last inch of her for himself.
The need to please her rode him hard. He would always want that, looked forward to finding pleasure for and with her for the rest of their lives.
Mine.
Just when he thought they couldn’t climb any higher, he opened his mouth and struck. His teeth sliced through the butter soft skin between her neck and shoulder, marking her as his for all the world to see.
Her sex gripped him harder, walls convulsing on his shaft as her orgasm sped through her trembling body. Balls tightening, dick pulsating, he couldn’t wait to follow her into oblivion.
Hunter swallowed down her life’s blood, searing her to his soul and his heart. The bite, triggering his own release, drew hers out longer still. He almost blacked out as immeasurable bliss soared through him.
Hunter saw stars.
No joke.
He literally saw fucking stars as his seed jetted from his cock, filling her womb, and tying them together for eternity.
The bonds of their mating securely wrapped around the two of them. Time stood still, nothing else existed, just the two of them.
Tied together forevermore as Neta to Nari. Mate to mate. Man to woman.
It was the greatest moment of his entire fucking life.
Eons later, Hunter lifted her from the tub. Her plush body was happily sated and limp. She pressed into him further, all her strength gone, and he couldn’t help the satisfied grumble filling him.
He’d fucked his mate good. Just like he was supposed to. The Tiger chuffed happily contented as his luscious Nari leaned into him, trusting him to care for her. His heart swelled with pride and love.
Yes, it was too soon for that kind of declaration just yet, but all the same, he felt it to the bottom of his soul. The current of feeling was so strong, it threatened to drown him. A fucking riptide of heat, lust, caring, devotion, and more.
Shit.
He grabbed a couple of towels from the cabinet, draping one over Elissa, and carried her into the next room. Possessive and protective instincts he’d only felt a hint of welled up quicker than the tide. She was everything to him. The first and last thing he would ever care about for the rest of his days.
His, no, their bedroom was more than large enough for the two of them. Hunter hoped she liked it. The colors were a bit boring, but she could decorate it any damn way she pleased. He didn’t care. As long as she was with him, he was content.
Fuck that.
Content was far too boring a word for what he felt, knowing she was with him. She belonged to him now. He’d laid his claim, and he wasn’t letting go. Tiger agreed, snarling at the prospect that someone would take his sweet mate from him.
Let them try, and they will know death.
Okay, so his cat was a little fucking cranky when it came to thoughts of anyone interfering with his mating.
Mine, growled the beast.
Yes. She was his. And wasn’t that fucking awesome?
Hunter laid her down gently on their big bed. Taking one of the fluffy towels from her, he proceeded to dry her off, then himself before joining her. She sighed as his skin touched hers and he relished the sound. She felt it too, the deep connection between them. It was almost tangible.
“That was amazing,” she said, and snuggled into his arms.
He’d never done that before. Never held a woman after he’d had sex with her. But he wanted to now. Wanted to wrap his arms around her and hold her to him.
It was better than anything he’d ever imagined. The sweet sensation of her soft, silky skin against his, her warm breath on his chest, their mixed scent filling the air.
Sigh.
For the first time since his ascension to Neta, his Tiger felt the burden of his title lifted off his shoulders. For the first time, he was happy.
“You are amazing, my Nari. And this is only the beginning.”
Desire spiked through his veins once more as she wiggled against him. The scent of her cream reached his sensitive nostrils. He ran his hands down her shoulders to her hips and ass.
Turning ever so slightly so that she was on her back, and he was hovering over her, Hunter spread her legs apart with his knees. He hissed as his hardened cock stroked along the soft skin of her thigh.
“Oh, but you couldn’t possibly be ready so soon-”
“Let me tell you something else about Shifters, baby, we have an incredible healing rate.”
“Hunter,” she mewled his name, hips softly flexing in invitation.
She rubbed her heated body against his hardened shaft, and Hunter felt his Tiger press forward. Yes, he wanted her. Always would. With a hunger that would never, ever be fulfilled.
Her brown eyes widened as she realized just how capable he truly was, and he didn’t bother to hide his grin. Elissa licked her plump lips, and he kissed them, unable to resist.
“Yes, I want you again. I will always want you, my Nari, always,” he growled, pressing his lips back to hers in a soul searing kiss.
He could feel her heartbeat, taste the sweet, musk of her arousal on the air. She wanted him too.
Thank fuck, he thought.
His Tiger approved. She quivered in his embrace, a low moan rolling out of her lips as he licked his way past the valley of her breasts, over her soft belly, to her mound. Her pink sex was surrounded by neatly trimmed curls a shade darker than her long golden locks.
Hunter couldn’t help himself. He pressed his face into her, inhaling her scent and drawing in her flavors.
“Need to taste you,” he groaned as he placed soft, gentle kisses along her nether lips.
Gently, slowly, thanking the Fates, the universe, and whatever gods might be listening for the gift of her. He kissed her sex softly once more, then he covered her pussy with his mouth, flattening his tongue and swiping it along her slit up to her clit.
Elissa shouted. Closing her legs instinctively, but he held them open with his big hands on her thighs. He growled softly, pushing her knees wider, making room for his large shoulders.
“None of that, my gorgeous Nari. This sweet pussy is mine now,” he growled.
Then he licked her again.
And again.
And again.
Back to front, and then down again. Hunter sucked and licked until he was sure she’d forgotten all her inhibitions. He held her legs wide, baring her for him. His beast not content until he kissed, licked, and tasted every slick sweet inch of her exposed flesh. Then he dove inside to taste more.
And his saucy little mate loved it. If her moaning wasn’t enough to tell him, the way she grasped his head and held it in place, pushing up from her hips to ride his face, sure was.
So fucking hot.
He loved it, too. Loved the way she tasted. The way she pressed him closer until, finally, he speared her on his tongue. Her channel squeezed the muscle in response. He continued to fuck her with it, using his thumb to circle her clit until she was bucking wildly against him.
With his other hand, he circled her forbidden hole, pressing lightly until he breached the outer rim. His Tiger wanted all of her. Every fucking inch. But would she allow it?
He knew normals had sexual hang-ups Shifters barely thought about. So he went slowly. Circling and circling her tight little rosebud. Hunter fucked her pussy with his tongue and used her natural juices to lubricate the actions of his thumb.
He pushed in and out of her sweet ass slowly, softly, testing to see if she welcomed his touch.
Thank fuck, she did.
His Nari was a wildcat and so fucking sexy his dick was about to explode. She moaned louder, riding his face, and encouraging him to finger fuck her sweet little asshole.
All he wanted was to please her, so he kept it up. Rolling his tongue in and out of her sex, fingering her nub and her hole until she couldn’t take anymore.
As her orgasm exploded, Elissa screamed his name, and he growled as her juices dribbled down his chin. But Hunter didn’t stop until he’d sucked down every last drop.
Fuck, she was perfect, beautiful in the aftermath of her orgasm.
“I wanna come inside you, baby, you want that?” he asked and turned her over onto her soft belly.
Fuck, he loved how pliable she was in his arms. His mate was ready and willing for him even sated as she was now.
“Yes,” she whimpered and leaned her head down, thrusting her ass into the air.
His dick pulsed with maddening need. She was so curvy, so gorgeous. He didn’t understand why human men had a problem with curves. More cushion for the pushin’, in his not-so-humble opinion.
“You are so fucking gorgeous, baby,” he smoothed his hands over her ass and between her folds testing her readiness.
“Fuck me, Hunter. I want you to fuck me hard,” she demanded.
Shit, his dick throbbed harder.
Pliable was good, demanding was better.
“Anything you want,” he said and shoved his cock into her.
Her pussy sucked him in, squeezing all eleven plus inches of him, until he was buried to the hilt. Squeezing her ass in his hands, Hunter pounded into her. He wanted to go slow, really, he did, but his animal demanded he satisfy her.
Judging from the choked moans coming from Elissa’s open mouth, she wanted that, too. Fuck yes, he loved knowing she wanted what he was doing to her. Loved the way she demanded him to move faster, harder.
Wasn’t that just fucking gorgeous?
“Oh fuck, Hunter! Yes, more,” she screamed as he continued to thrust.
His balls banged against her with each thrust, hitting her sensitive little nub. He drove deep inside her, loving her tight heat. She whimpered as he plunged his cock in and out of her slick sex, banging the headboard against the wall so hard he was sure he cracked it.
“Yes,” she gasped, “there, there, there!”
He growled as he stroked that sweet spot inside of her. Loved knowing that now, he would automatically find that secret bundle of nerves each time they made love. Listening to her moans, he pumped faster, lowering his hand as he strummed her clit, adding that much more sensation. He stroked and stroked that tiny nubbin, making sure every one of her nerve endings felt what he was doing to her. On and on he moved until his sweet Elissa was screaming his name.
He pushed her farther and farther, higher and higher, until they were both panting with desperation. Dropping to all fours, he caged her in the safety of his arms while he worked his dick inside of her. Stroking her channel, he could hardly think.
His brain was full of her. Her image, her scent, her taste, the sound of her breathing.
Fuck.
When had he become a poet? He didn’t know. He just knew this was right. She was right. She was everything. The only thing that mattered.
“Elissa,” he growled her name around his fangs.
Shit.
He couldn’t help himself he was going to mark her again. Hunter reared back just as her pussy tightened around him and struck. The sweet flavor of her life force coated his tongue, filled his mouth as his orgasm took over.
Thank fuck, she was coming too. He felt her sex grip his as they fell into ecstasy together.