The Maverick Pride Tales - Chapter 157: Chapter 157

Heat cycles differed from feline to feline. For Annabeth, who had been avoiding the full-blown biological occurrence until she’d found her mate, it was that much more intense.
Her scent thickened, arousal increasing her natural musk, and she wondered briefly if he would be affected by it. She pressed her legs together, scissoring her thighs trying to relieve the ache. Shocked by how quickly it had progressed, she moaned and kicked off her shoes.
“I can’t. My clothes. I’m sorry. Feel too hot. Too tight,” she groaned.
Mate. Bite. Claim.
Annabeth shook her head against her Lioness’ train of thought. Typically fated mates would be on each other like mad, but what if his response was merely biological?
No. She could not mate him. Annabeth would not risk it. Yes, she wanted him, but she was not about to tie herself to him blindly.
“Let me help, Annabeth. Can I?” Hank asked, stilling his actions as he sought to undress her to relieve some of the pressure.
“Please. But no biting, Hank. Just sex.”
His blue eyes burned into her soul as he gritted his teeth. She felt her heat burning at full blast, but if he did not agree, Annabeth would ask him to leave. She would rather spend the night locked in the bathroom writhing in pain than have him mate her without his consent.
“Okay. Sex only. No claim marks,” he growled his reply, and his voice went impossibly deep.
“It burns,” she groaned and gasped as her clothes became unbearable.
Hank growled, hovering above her. He reared up, hands on the collar of her dress, then he flicked his blue gaze at her face and ripped. Annabeth had never had this happen before. Oh, she’d torn clothing in a frenzy or haste, but it had mostly been her clumsy ministrations that led to it.
When Hank tore her dress away with his talon-tipped hands, he looked fierce and powerful, and oh so fucking hot. She moaned when he ran his hands down her now naked body, uncaring that the lights were on and he was seeing all her jiggly bits.
“I got you,” he growled, nuzzling her legs apart and inserting his own between them while he crashed his lips to hers.
He worked on his clothes next, all the while kissing her and stroking her with his lips. Fuck, the man could kiss. Annabeth moaned against his seeking tongue. The wonderful appendage stroked along hers, tangling and wrestling for dominance while he petted and caressed every inch of her, smoothing away their underthings expertly until they were both gloriously bare.
Lucky for them, Stein Luxury Resorts were owned by supernaturals. That meant the furniture was sturdy, and each room was soundproofed. Doubly so. Otherwise, who knew what folks would think with all the kak kak kaking, purring, and growling going on in her suite?
Sexy man. Good kisser. Lover.
Annabeth hissed in anticipation as Hank pressed her down on the bed before lifting off. He stood, butt naked and gorgeous, the hard muscles of his abs flexed as he looked at her with appreciation in his gaze that she reciprocated, looking her fill at his muscled body.
Her eyes worshipped him as he revealed his thick biceps, swollen pecs, and rippling abdominals. She’d done some reading on their road trip, and even in the wild Gyrfalcons were thought of as stocky, muscular predators. With all the speed and deadly efficiency of other raptors, this man was the largest and most deadly of the group.
The stuff that made ancient Egyptians use the head of a falcon to represent their god, Horus. She could understand why they would want to worship the raptor as a cosmic entity whose body delineated the heavens.
Holy smokes, his body sure is heavenly.
Cobalt blue eyes flashed as he lowered himself, kissing his way down her blushing body. Annabeth hissed. Her Lioness with her every step of the way. Each touch, every slide of his skin against hers, every nibble and peck—all of it—was magnified tenfold in her heat.
And they’d only just begun.
The sun and the moon shone in his eyes as he speared her with his reverent gaze, and she nearly lost her grip on reality as his callused fingers traced the swollen lips of her sex before he dipped down for an open-mouthed kiss.
“Fuck me,” she whimpered.
As if her words egged him on, Hank began to eat her in earnest, creating fires in her belly as he brought her to the edge of oblivion and back again. Teasing, seducing, making her wild with need.
“Feels so good,” Annabeth groaned as he licked her from her dripping cleft to her throbbing clit.
“Yessssss, I am going to fuck you. Gonna make sure you feel good everywhere,” he hissed, going down for another swipe.
Moisture pooled from her sex, and Annabeth screamed in delight as he pushed blunted fingers into her tight sheath.
“So tight,” he growled.
If sensations could be labeled and put in order alphabetically, Annabeth could have worked her way down the list. Sure, that she felt each and every one of them while Hank feasted on her so fabulously.
Astonished. Bewildered. Crazed. Decadent. Excited. Flustered. Greedy. Hot. Infatuated. Joyful. Keen. Lusty. Magical. Needy. Orgasmic. Passionate. Quaking. Rapturous. Satisfied. Tender. Unbelievable. Vibrant. Wonderful. Xenial. Yowling. Zealous.
Fuck yes. All that and more. So much more.
For the first time in her life, Annabeth felt fulfilled. Hank was more than determined to bring her pleasure amidst her heat, and she was so fucking grateful, she vibrated with it.
Oh wait. That was him, she moaned as he rumbled with his mouth latched onto her clit.
The rumbling pleasure as he swapped fingers and tongue was so intense, she thought she would die from it. His tongue pierced her channel while he used his thumbs to rub her bundle of nerves in titillating circles.
“More,” she moaned, pumping her hips in time with his thrusts.
So close. Close. CLOSE.
Mindless to everything else around her, Annabeth focused on the careful attentions of Hank’s expert mouth. He was so goddamned good, filling her so deeply with his tongue. He ate her like a starving man at his first meal in months.
“NOW!” she yelled, pulling on his hair as he lick, lick, licked her to fruition.
Her orgasm raced over her like a steamroller with a jet engine. She yanked on his hair again, pulling him off her sex. She needed more from him, and he went willingly. Licking a path from her pussy to her mouth, Annabeth welcomed the taste of her own desire on his lips, while searching for his cock with her hands.
Once she had him, Annabeth fixed him with her stare. He pulsed in her hand, so swollen and hard. Like eleven inches of warm stone wrapped in velvet.
Yummy.
“Are you sure about this, Hank? I know I am in heat, and you are reacting to that. I know you have other plans for your future, but I need you to be okay with this. I won’t make any permanent bonds between us. No biting. No claiming. I need you, but I won’t take you if you don’t want to be here.”
“Does it feel like I don’t want you, Annabeth?” he asked, flexing his hips so his hard cock inched closer to her entrance.
“I need you, Hank,” she whimpered as his lips skimmed hers.
“I want you, Annabeth,” he said, and fuck, that felt important.
“Just this. Just now. Okay?”
Annabeth could not allow his words to mean more than what they did. He wanted her. Now. Just for now.
Being in the middle of a heat cycle was dangerous for females. Many a cousin had regaled her with horror stories of claimings that had taken place during the rough, marathon sex that often accompanied a Shifter’s heat.
Annabeth knew Hank was hers. But she could not allow him to tie himself to her because of biology. That would never be enough for her. And she would not allow him to settle for that either. If they mated under these circumstances, he’d resent her in time. Annabeth could not live with herself if that happened.
“Annabeth,” he growled, flexing his hips.
“Want you. Need you, sweet. Lemme have you,” he begged, and fuck, that felt good too.
“I need you too,” she confessed between his expert caresses and kisses.
“No promises. Just sex,” she repeated, more for herself than for him.
She was hardly lucid, but she needed to remember that very important thing. Hank was not hers for keeps. After this, he was going to walk away, and Annabeth was going to have to move on with her life.
“No more thinking, kitten. Just feel,” he growled against her lips.
His cock throbbed in her hand, and her sex was so needy for him. Her Lioness snarled and snapped her massive jaws.
Claim him already, but she ignored the feline and focused on her lover.
“Last chance to back out,” she offered, removing her hold on his cock.
She moaned as his mushroomed head breached her entrance, holding his blue gaze with hers.
“I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life,” he said, his gravelly voice stroked her as sure as his thick shaft.
Then she was gasping, clutching his shoulders as he pressed his hips forward and sunk balls deep into her hot pussy. Annabeth purred as his girthy length seemed to touch every significant part of her core.
“Fuck, kitten,” Hank grunted as he withdrew, then pushed inside. He did it again, and again in fast, hard drives that left her panting.
“You feel so fucking perfect,” he growled the words through clenched teeth.
Annabeth had to agree. She was no virgin, but sex was on a whole new level when it was with her mate.
Mark him.
No!
She pushed the she-Cat back down as he pounded into her. Who knew her Falcon liked to talk so dirty? The things he whispered. Praising her bountiful curves, describing the feel of her slick sheath fisting his cock as he slid in and out, brought her unexpected pleasure.
“S’tight/ S’hot. You like my cock buried inside of you, kitten? Gonna get you off so good,” he promised.
And fuck yes, he already was. Her nerve endings were already buzzing with promises of her next orgasm when he turned it up another notch.
Pulling out of her wanting sex, he flipped her over, and she sighed. Thankfully, he was not finished yet. Hands pressed her back down into the mattress, Hank lifted her ass up high, spreading her thick thighs.
“S’gorgeous,” he grunted, rubbing his fingers over her engorged clit.
“Ohh,” she stammered, unable to find the right words.
Then it was only sensation after sensation as he worshipped her reverently with his hands, mouth, and tongue. No one had ever made her feel small and cherished, sexy and bold, wanted and needed, all at the same time. No one but Hank.
Desperate and wanting the release she instinctively knew he could bring, Annabeth moaned. His lips, his hands, all touched her in a million places at once. It was almost too much, but still not enough.
“Please,” she begged, but she didn’t have to for long.
No sooner had he removed his hands, then he was filling her again. Splitting her open on his cock, that seemed even bigger than before. His fingers gripped her hips tightly, almost painfully, as he fucked her from behind.
Dropping forward, Hank caged her in. Their sweat-slicked bodies gliding against one another as he cupped her breasts with one hand, tweaking the nipples and tugging them in time with his thrusts.
“I’ll take care of you,” he grunted.
“Hank,” she moaned his name as another wave of pleasure eclipsed over her.
“Beautiful. So fucking beautiful, Annabeth. Feel s’good.”
No one had ever spoken to her like that during sex. She’d never been described like some sexy goddess he couldn’t wait to have again. Even as they loomed on the precipice, he whispered to her, until he could no longer speak.
And wasn’t that sexy as fuck?
It wasn’t long before he joined her, tipping her over the edge on her third orgasm so far. Coming simultaneously, Annabeth could hardly breathe as he flexed his hips, spilling hot cum into her womb and marking her with his scent.
If she could not have his bite, at least she would have this, she thought as her pussy contracted around him, milking him of every last drop.
Mine, her she-Cat said determinedly.
Not yet. But maybe.
No one could blame her for dreaming.