The Maverick Pride Tales - Chapter 194: Chapter 194

Cole could tell the second Megan started overthinking what they were about to do, and fuck, but he was a selfish prick, cause he leaned forward, cupped her cheeks, and kissed her again. She tasted divine. Better than anything. Even better than peanut butter and chocolate, and those were his two favorite fucking things in the world.
Shiiit. I should let her go. She’s not mine.
Mine.
No. Not mine. I’m such a prick for doing this.
But he couldn’t stop. She deserved more, so much more, but at least he could make her feel good for a little while. Yeah, he could do that. He needed to. At this point, it was like a biological imperative. Drinking from her lips, he swallowed her down, taking everything she gave and more.
Good woman. Sweet woman. Sexy woman.
He could not imagine someone like her needing the help of a matchmaker to find a mate. Why hadn’t someone from her Pride just swooped in and made her his? Were all male felines idiots? Then again, Sheila’s mate was a Lion, but maybe Tigers were different. Dumber.
Yeah. Maybe.
At the same time, he was glad they were too stupid to realize what a jewel Megan was. Otherwise, Cole might have to get all murdery on someone’s ass, and that was never a good look on him. Megan’s nails scratched down his back, and Cole growled in appreciation.
The scent of her arousal permeated the air, making his dick harder and his stomach tense with anticipation. Cole didn’t stop kissing her or touching her. Hell. He couldn’t. Plus, she didn’t tell him to, and that was enough for him. He needed this. Needed her.
“Fuck, lily, you’re perfect,” he growled, stripping away her clothes, baring her for his eyes only.
Right away, he found the scars she’d mentioned. The ones that had made her feel imperfect or self-conscious, and without hesitation, Cole dropped his head and kissed them. He frowned, wondering how she’d gotten them. He counted four puncture wounds on her left side, like something with claws had tried to gouge a tunnel right through her body.
Anger at the motherfucker who dared hurt her filled him for an instant. But the catch of her breath brought him back to the present. She didn’t need him to avenge her. She needed him to show her it was alright, that those marks were okay. Megan needed him to worship her. So he did.
“These scars are beautiful, Megan. They’re the marks of a warrior, and that’s what you are. Sexy, bold, and enduring. A survivor. And don’t think I didn’t see that cute as fuck fairy you got tattooed on your left ass cheek, woman.”
“Oh, yeah? I have a few more,” she whispered shyly.
“I can’t wait to find them all. What a glorious surprise you’ve turned out to be, tiger lily,” he growled, licking his way up her side to one perfect, heavy breast.
He caught the tip in his mouth, sucking in as much as he could fit, and flicking the tight bud with his tongue. His fingers slid down her soft belly to cup the short curls covering her sex, and ooh, yes, she was wet for him already. Her back arched, and she gasped as he slid between her folds, pressing one then two thick digits inside her impossibly tight sheath.
Fuck, yes, she was gonna destroy him. Her pussy was so hot, so wet, Cole couldn’t wait to fill her with his cock. But he needed her ready first. He was a big man, and he needed to act accordingly. Paying attention to her breasts, he pumped his fingers in and out of her quivering sex, building heat and passion till she was clawing at his shoulders.
“Please, Cole, need more,” she moaned and gasped, and he was more than ready to comply.
He pressed down on her knees, forcing her thighs to open wider to accommodate him. His chest burned with emotion and his stomach clenched as he pressed the head of his cock inside her entrance. He was so damn greedy for her. He wanted this moment to last. Wanted it to mean something. Cole growled, grabbing her neck with one hand and held her gaze while he pushed every last inch of him into her tight, wet heat.
“Fuuuck,” he moaned, heart pounding a desperate tattoo inside his chest. Like it was trying to mark him from the inside out.
“Cole,” she moaned, gripping his hair as she pulled him to her for an even deeper kiss.
He couldn’t be still any longer. Cole flexed his hips, plunging his tongue into her mouth. She was writhing against him, and fuck, it felt good. He wanted it all, needed more. He pressed his belly to hers, his chest to her breasts, his legs against hers. Fuck. Cole was desperate to touch her as much as possible.
Maybe it was the Wolf inside of him wanting to mark his territory in this way. Or maybe it was just him wanting her for himself. Wanting to make her feel good. Oh yes, he wanted that, and more. So he gave her attention. Lavished her with kisses, coveted her with caresses, let her know without words what he was feeling when he touched her like this.
She gasped, and he felt her pussy tighten around him. Fuck, yes, he wanted that. He repeated the move. Swivel, swirl, flex, grind. Keeping his thrusts shallow, he pressed against her throbbing clit, swallowing her scream as ecstasy took hold. She was so sexy, so fucking tempting, he followed her, driving for his own pleasure, pounding into her hard and fast.
She tightened her embrace, wrapping her arms around his waist, and fuck, he loved her strength. Her tiger bright eyes sparkled with intensity, and he felt her core tighten around him. Good girl, coming again for him.
Cole roared, his canines lengthening as he came, but he didn’t bite her. Had to talk to her first. For now, it would have to be enough to fill her with cum, mark her with his scent until it ran down her thighs. Yes, he liked that idea. Loved it, in fact.
Everything was different now, whether or not she knew it. Cole had made a mistake thinking the old matchmaking Witch was wrong. Megan was his. His Dire Wolf chose her. The man in him wanted her. Both human and animal sides needed her.
Yes. Mine. Mate.
Speechless at the profundity of his feelings, Cole eased out of Megan, careful not to hurt her. Her eyes were closed and had a soft smile on her face. She looked so beautiful. He kissed her eyelids, then her nose, cheek, chin, before tucking her into his side. He grinned when her chest rumbled, as she cuddled with him.
“Are you purring for me, tiger lily?”
“Mm hmm,” she replied.
“That’s my pretty kitty,” he teased, kissing the top of her head.
“Kitty? I shift into an eight hundred pound she-Tiger, so you better respect my purring ass,” she retorted.
“Oh, I respect you, lily. I respect the fuck out of you,” he said, nipping her ear between his teeth. “In fact, I think I wanna respect you again.”
He flipped them over, so she was on top of him, and Megan looked scandalized. He rubbed her back, cupped her ass, and kissed her until she sighed, kissing him back. He wanted her to be confident and relaxed when she was with him, especially like this. But he didn’t force her, he just kept on touching her, letting her know she was cherished and coveted this way. Her chest vibrated as she flexed her hips, rubbing her sex along his shaft and coating him in her arousal.
“Fuck, lily, that feels good,” he growled, sitting up so he could reach her breasts with his mouth.
“Tiger Shifters purr when they’re happy, Cole,” she said, her chest rumbling with her purr as she lifted up, placing his mushroomed head at her entrance.
They groaned in unison as she sat down, taking him all the way inside. He felt deeper in this position, like he was touching her in places he didn’t even know were possible. He felt her stretching around him, fitting him like a glove, and it was perfection personified.
His chest felt tight and hot like someone was branding him there, but it was a good kind of burn. Megan cupped his cheeks, her eyes were too bright to be human, but that was okay. He loved that her Tiger was there, too, taking part in this. She pressed her mouth to his, sucking on his tongue and he grunted, loving her in control.
He took her hips in his hands, guiding her up and down his shaft. Megan was so hot. So wet. So tight.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
He was going to come. His control damn near shattered. He was the one moving them now. Bucking into her harder and faster, pulling her up and down, their skin slapped together accompanied only by their pants and groans. Their fucking was loud and proud in the otherwise silence of his bedroom, and Cole wouldn’t want it any other way. His woman was wild in bed, just like he’d imagined. But something inside him snapped at those words. His Woman. That was right. Megan was his woman.
Mine. Mine. MINE.
Which made it totally awkward ninety minutes later when Cole emerged from the shower to find her gone with only a note on his bed.
Thanks for a great afternoon. Don’t worry about me reading anything into it. I promise not to. See you.
Your friend,
Megan
“What the fuck?” he grunted, collapsing onto his knees.
Cole dropped the paper, rubbing the space on his chest right over his heart. His skin burned. Confusion, pain, and emptiness filled him so hard and fast, he had no chance to adapt. Cole could only react.
His charcoal gray Dire Wolf ripped out of his skin and vaulted down the stairs like a rocket. He tracked her scent to the bar but lost it at the parking spot reserved for Uber and Lyft drivers.
“Cole? What are you doing?” Lucy huffed at him.
She was standing at the back of the bar with a soda in one hand and a pink frosted cupcake in the other. The little Mama liked her sweets, and after giving birth, she’d told the Pack to stop her snacking, but Cole wasn’t concerned about that. Besides, he knew better than to interfere with a hormonal postnatal female.
“Oh, I get it. You know, if you’re looking for Megan, you are about fifteen minutes late. She came in a little while ago, smelling like you, and asked for a Shifter friendly ride home. I had her call Echo, that Gorilla Shifter who moved here from Newark. You know? He has a fleet of Shifters doing odd jobs including working for Uber and Lyft to provide safe travel for our kind.”
Yeah. Cole knew the fucker. He was a randy bastard, always coming onto everything in skirts. He snarled unable to help himself as he thought of his sweet tiger lily in that guy’s clutches.
“Well, don’t growl at me. I would have driven her home, but she wouldn’t wait. Anyway, you know how reliable he is. But I think the real issue is why did she smell like you, Cole?”
He barked once at his Alpha fem and took off into the woods that ran parallel to the road. The monster Wolf was pissed. He didn’t like the idea of Megan alone in the car with that handsy Gorilla. Hell. He didn’t like the idea that she left at all. What had he done wrong? He needed to find her and talk to her before this got any further out of control.
Arrrrroooooooooooo!
By the time he tracked her to her apartment, he’d worked himself up pretty damn good. He ducked into alleys to avoid crossing paths with normals. Only thing was, he didn’t bring a change of clothes with him. After he shifted back to his human form, Cole was stuck butt ass naked behind her building. He listened with his keen Wolf senses, zeroing in on her bedroom.
She was inside, and she was alone. At least, he thought she was. It was too far to scent from where he stood. Snow covered the ground, and the air bit as it slapped against his nudity. He was Dire Wolf Shifter, but even he got cold in January.
“Fuck this,” he growled, scaling the fire escape all the way to her bedroom.
He paused outside, watching her remove her clothing and step into the adjoining bathroom. Her body was so damn luscious. Every perfect curve left him panting with need. She stole his breath, his rationale, his common fucking sense. Had to, otherwise why the fuck would he have entered her room without announcing himself?
“Ohmygah!” Megan screamed as she picked up the lamp off the side table and cracked it over Cole’s head.
At least, that’s what he thought she hit him with. Got him right in the temple, too. He would have been amused if he wasn’t busy passing out.
“Good shot, lily.”
“Cole? What are you doing here?” Megan asked.
She covered her mouth with her hands and winced as she touched the side of his head that was currently throbbing like he’d been hit by a truck.
“Guess you were telling the truth. You are a little jumpy,” Cole mumbled.
Megan was so pretty. He knew she wasn’t used to being told that, but that did not make it less true. Her hair was like spun honey, and her bright amber tiger eyes glowed with her animal.
She was stunning, his little tiger lily. Cole was going to make sure she knew it, too. Just as soon as he could speak coherently. Yep, he vowed to himself to make sure his mate never questioned herself when it came to him.
I promise, lily, I’m gonna make you so happy.
He would have told her right then, but suddenly, everything turned black.