The Maverick Pride Tales - Chapter 161: Chapter 161

Thank fuck Hank had kept the hotel room, which was a good idea in hindsight. No way would he have been able to bear driving back to Blue Valley or Manhattan—where they both lived.
The decision on where they would build their lives would have to wait. Truth was, he didn’t care, as long as he had Annabeth beside him.
Hank slammed the door to their room closed. Mouth locked on hers, he tore at her soaked dress, cursing the asshole who’d spilled his drink on her.
Should go back. Punch that fucker again, his bird growled.
As if she sensed his turn of thought, Annabeth reached between them, cupping his dick in her firm hands, and everything else slipped away into the periphery of his mind. There was only one person who existed at the forefront of his thoughts. And she was everything.
Her. His mate.
The one and only female he would ever take as his own.
“Are you sure, Hank,” she said, slowing down for a moment to look up at him.
Her golden eyes glowed softly in the dimly lit room. The air around her shimmered and swayed with the softly pulsing illumination that seemed to come from her warm ivory skin and honey-colored hair.
“Annabeth, I was sure two seconds into meeting you,” he confessed, aware of the slight widening of her eyes and flare of her nostrils.
“Really?”
“Yes, really. I am so sorry I wasted so much time. I thought I had to keep the promise I made to my father, but I did not make that promise for any of the right reasons. I was looking for approval from a man who did not approve of anything about me” he confessed.
“I am so sorry, Hank.”
“Don’t be. You taught me what real love is, Annabeth. It’s accepting someone for who they are, not what. It’s smiles given freely. It’s having faith and trusting someone with your heart. I promised my father I would carry on our line, and I mean to keep that promise.”
Annabeth gasped, but Hank powered on, making sure she understood him.
“I will honor my vow by carrying on my line with you. With you, Annabeth. You are my mate. You are everything I have ever wanted. Love you,” he whispered, touching her face reverently.
“Oh, Hank. It’s alright. Everything is okay,” she replied. “I understand you were going through something, and I am so glad you found your way back to me. I love you, Hank. We have forever. Starting right now.”
“How did I get so lucky? I don’t deserve you.”
“Yes, you do.”
“Thank you, Annabeth. You give me everything,” he growled, overcome with emotion for this sweet, precious woman.
My woman.
Hank took a moment to gaze at his mate’s luscious, bountiful curves. She was a work of art. Perfection personified, and she was his. Finally.
“I look at you, and I lose all sense of space and time. You’re a treasure, kitten. I love you completely. Let me show you,” he whispered, then claimed her mouth.
He was impatient, but so was she. Licking his way down her body, Hank buried his face between her creamy thighs, spreading her wide. She yelled his name, and it was music to his ears as he feasted on her. Annabeth screamed again and fisted his hair, rolling her hips and grinding her sex against the flat of his tongue.
“Yes, more,” she yelled.
He did his best to comply. His lusty little Lioness was so damned sexy, he almost came from listening to her whimpers and cries. The second he felt her pussy ripple around him, he was on her.
Sliding up her body, Hank gripped the base of his cock, aligning his head with her slit, then he pushed in. Stretching her walls, Annabeth clung to his shoulders, moaning at his invasion.
She was so slick and hot, her sex still trembling with the aftermath of her first orgasm. First of many, he promised as he drove into her welcoming flesh. In and out, he made love to his sweet mate, grunting as her claw-tipped fingers pierced the skin on his hips.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight,” he growled and moved sharply, swallowing her cries of pleasure.
“Claim me, Hank,” she commanded, and he was more than ready to do the job.
He lowered his head, sucking on that piece of flesh he’d been eying between her shoulder and her neck. Flexing his hips, he buried himself deep, stroking her tight walls and rubbing her clit with every swivel and swirl of his hips. Annabeth locked her legs around him, scratching his hips.
Then he struck. Biting down, he held her in place, moving harder, faster, and deeper while wave after wave of orgasmic bliss filled her. His own climax rushing through as she pierced the skin of his chest above his heart with her own fangs.
“Mine,” she growled, in a throaty feline purr that had his cock ready to burst again.
“Guess I had it right the first time,” he said, a wicked grin spread across his face as he looked down into her twin golden pools, “I’m yours.”
“Yeah?” Annabeth smiled, and it was like the sun shining on him. She nuzzled him with her nose and lips, dropping loud kisses on his flesh, marking him in every way that counted.
“Fuck. Yeah. This Falcon’s heart belongs to you, kitten.”
“Guess that makes me the cat who got the canary.”
“Annabeth, I love you. But that is truly an awful pun,” he growled.
Annabeth laughed. Snorted. Then laughed some more. And wasn’t that fucking adorable?
Hank sighed, then moaned, as he tickled her into submission. Their playful antics quickly turned erotic, and he proclaimed his love loudly, filling her once more with his hardened length.
“I love you, Annabeth. You are the only woman I ever want to mate. Forever,” he growled.
“Mine,” she echoed.
“Yessssss.”
Kak kak kak kak!
Rawwwwwrrrr!
One month later…
Hank and Annabeth entered her old apartment in Blue Valley Pride, where they were moving in until they settled on a nice house to build their dream family. Sighing happily, Hank carried her over the threshold kissing her silly for a moment before letting her stand on her own.
“Hey, love,” he whispered, smiling so bright it almost hurt to not look at him.
“Mmm. Hang on,” Annabeth said, realizing she needed to do some recon first.
She had truly lucked out with a mate who was happy to be wherever she wanted, and that included being near her job and Pride. Despite the antics her family, the Goldens, sometimes got into.
“Honey, just wait for me in the living room.”
“Why?”
But she just raised one finger and bit her lip before pushing the door open to their bedroom.
“I just need to check the bedroom really quickly,” Annabeth said, running back to kiss her mate hard on the lips one more time.
“Want help?”
“No, I got it,” she said before running off to see if her prankster siblings had done anything untoward to welcome her mate into the fold.
The bed was clear. Thank the gods. The closet too. Now for the bathroom. Eyes narrowed, she opened the door, exhaling when it was just as plain and clean as ever.
Happy rawr.
Annabeth was relieved her family had taken her messages to heart when she’d told them her mate was not used to their kind of boisterous activities. He’d mated her, but she was hoping for marriage as well. And there was no way he would agree to that if they scared the poor guy to death.
“Hey, love?”
“Yeah?” she replied, ears straining to hear anything that might hint what he was trying so hard to conceal.
“I think someone sent us a little gift basket,” Hank growled, and Annabeth came rushing to the living room to find her tall, gorgeous mate holding an enormous gilt birdcage filled with an assortment of X-rated bird-themed goodies.
OHMYFUCKINGGAWD. I am gonna kill them.
Annabeth approached warily. Hank’s eyes glowed blue with his Falcon. His jaw clenched. And his nostrils flared. He cocked his head to the side, perusing the gift basket.
“Do you suppose they meant the feathered strap on for you or me?” Hank asked with one eyebrow raised.
“Uh, I am assuming me,” she replied and blushed furiously as he pulled item after item from the basket.
“Let’s see what else we have here. Ah, we have edible undies—strawberry flavor. Nice. Birdseed? Oh, ah, and a gallon tub of sunflower seed butter with instructions to butter up your coochie so the seagull gets to munching,” Hank read off the attached notecard and Annabeth wanted to die.
“Please stop.”
“Not done yet, kitten. We have more lube, an assortment of merkins, one fur and all the rest are feathered, and my personal favorite a two-toned bird lure complete with a package of freeze-dried rats.”
Hank was biting the inside of his lip, and she did not know if he was going to explode or start laughing. She really hoped the latter.
Sigh.
“Lover, I can explain. It’s just my family is a bit more intense when it comes to the whole practical joking thing,” she tried to explain.
But it did not matter. Her mate was already pulling her towards him. His deep chuckle vibrated through her as he locked her in a tight hug, dipping her backwards, and Annabeth released a relieved breath.
Then he was nuzzling her neck, her cheek, and finally Hank was kissing her. All explanations and rational thoughts left Annabeth’s head.
“I love you,” he growled before tossing her over his shoulder and grabbing the container of sunflower seed butter in his free hand.
“And I know just what to do with this!”
Same day, somewhere else.
Uncle Uzzi smiled broadly as the handsome young Lion opened the door to the limousine before he got in.
“Hello, Uncle Uzzi,” the young Lion greeted him.
“You’re Carter, aren’t you?” he asked.
“Yes, sir. Hank told me to treat you better than I would my own parents, so you just tell me where to go and what to do and I am on it,” he replied and smiled charmingly.
“I see,” Uncle Uzzi said as a familiar, tingling sensation washed through his veins.
“You just listen to me, Carter, and everything will be fine.”
This was going to be a piece of cake! The chocolate gooey kind, he thought and made note for Richard to buy some Dutch chocolate.
The handsome Lion Shifter cocked his head and glanced at the Witch in the rearview mirror before speeding away. It seemed the Uncle Uzzi’s Magical Matchmaking Service had another client in its sights.
And this pussy better watch out…
The end.