The Maverick Pride Tales - Chapter 198: Chapter 198

Burn. Burn. Burn.
Megan’s body was on fire, and the maddening male currently resting on her like he had all the time in the world was the stoker of that fire. With every brush of his cheek against hers he was tethering her to him. Winning her she-Tiger over with such simple, almost platonic touches. And yet there was nothing at all platonic about her feelings for him.
Oh, she wanted him. More than anything. But he was going to make her beg, wasn’t he? There was a part of her that wanted to lash out at him. An angry, savage part that never felt good enough or deserving of affection. But that wasn’t fair.
That baggage was not put there by Cole, and she needed to deal with that as something separate from him. No, he wasn’t responsible for her self-doubt or misgivings. He wasn’t abusing her trust or feeding her lines. He was right about this. Right about everything.
He wasn’t being cocky when he said he could make her beg. He’d been stating a fact. Looking at him now, seeing the Wolf so desperate and intent in his eyes, she knew he felt just as helpless as she did. He was not tricking her. In fact, Cole was working hard not to manipulate her.
He’d been nothing but forthright with his feelings and intentions. Yes, he’d had misgivings about the whole matchmaker thing. No, he hadn’t been looking for a mate. Yes, his Alpha commanded him to go to dinner with her. No, he did not force her into his bed.
Cole didn’t try to make her fall for him. She did that on her own. Maybe it was the fates’ own design. Or maybe she was just built that way. All she knew was asking him to kiss her wasn’t a weakness. Oh no, it was a strength. Knowing who she was, owning her sexuality, those were things no one could give Megan. Those were things only she could give herself.
“Kiss me, Cole,” she said, loving the flash of silver glowing in his eyes.
“I thought you’d never ask,” he growled, bending his head, and claiming her mouth with his.
Megan moaned into his mouth, granting him entrance, welcoming the stroke of his tongue against hers. She’d always been worried about her size and strength, especially in compromising situations. But Megan did not have to worry with Cole.
He knew how to take perfect care of her body. His whispered words were like another pair of hands as he praised her skin, gifting her touches and kisses when she begged for more.
She did her fair share of touching and worshipping herself. Stripping away the layers until all that remained on her skin was one of her favorite pieces of clothing, a sheer bodysuit that made her feel both feminine and sexy—something of a feat for a woman with her height and curves.
“Holy. Fuck. Wait,” he hissed stilling her hand when she went to unsnap the thing.
Cole straddled her thighs, pulling off his shirt and sitting up as he raked his gaze across her body. Fuck, she loved his body. Loved that he made them sort of even by taking off his clothes, too.
She felt exposed, more so than if she’d been naked. The sheer navy bodysuit allowed for nothing beneath it. So there she was, and as she saw his gaze darken to a molten silver, she knew she was beautiful in his eyes, and that filled her with a radiant sort of confidence Megan had never felt.
“I have been imagining you in one of these sexy little thingies since that first night, lily.”
“You have?”
“Yeah, I have.”
“Well, what do you think?” she asked, biting her lip.
“Do you have many of these?”
“Yeah. A couple, I mean.”
“Can you get more? Like, they aren’t vintage or sold out or anything?”
“No, not at all. I order them from a lingerie shop in Maverick Point. Kisses by Kylie⁠—”
“And she’s not going out of business?” he asked earnestly.
“No. Why are you asking me this?”
“Put in an order for a couple of dozen on me, lily.”
“What? Why?”
“Because this bodysuit is my favorite fucking thing on your sexy ass, and ever since I met you, I have had this fantasy.”
“What fantasy?”
“This fantasy, tiger lily,” he growled.
Megan’s eyes darkened as she watched a three-inch, razor-sharp claw extend from his forefinger. Cole was breathing heavy. His eyes burned with his Wolf, and she felt her she-Tiger rise to meet him. He stuck his claw beneath the high neckline of the body suit, his stare never leaving hers, and he sliced down, careful of her skin. Heat pooled between her thighs and Megan sucked in a breath. Fuck. He was so sexy, and he was looking at her like she was a goddess.
He ran his hand down her body, from neck to her sex, laying claim to her flesh with his heavy-handed touch. She was panting by the time he was finished those long, slow strokes. Moisture spilled down her thighs, and Megan felt swollen and hot all over. Her sex squeezed on air, needy little thing that she was Megan begged him to do more than pet her.
“Please, Cole.”
“Fuck, you look so fucking good. Need to taste you, lily. Need you to come on my tongue,” he growled, sliding down her body.
Cole nudged her legs further apart, making room for his enormous shoulders. She leaned up on her elbows, stunned as he held her gaze before dipping his head down to lap at her glistening sex.
“Oh gods,” she moaned after the first swipe of his long raspy tongue.
“Fucking delicious,” he growled.
Megan ran her hands through his hair, grabbing on to his long, thick locks as he continued to lick, suck, and lave attention on her sex. Oral had always been one of those things Megan felt she was not built for. She’d never been very demanding in bed, then again, she hadn’t had much experience.
Her lovers had been few and far between. Two if she were being honest. Once with a boy from her Pride who moved away when they finished high school. And once with a human when she’d gone to college. They’d dated for a while, but it was nothing special.
Nothing had ever felt special, till now. Cole was nuzzling her clit with his nose as he delved deep into her pussy, fucking her with his mouth, and Megan thought she was going to completely lose her mind. It felt so damn good, the things he was doing to her, and the fact he had a death grip on her ass while he did it just made it even better.
She was a big girl. A she-Tiger. Megan could handle anything the Dire Wolf through her way. And she could give as good as she got. And she would. As soon as he made her come.
“Oh fuck. Oh yes, right there,” she moaned loudly as stars exploded behind her eyelids.
Megan pulled on Cole’s hair, needing him to stop before she spiraled out of orbit. Of course, that just made him dig right in, and before her first orgasm even stopped, he was building her second.
“Need you, Cole,” she growled, and this time, her big bad Wolf responded to the growl in her voice.
Cole lifted his head, silver eyes blazing. He divested himself of his jeans kicking them off as he crawled up her body, stopping to kiss and fondle her breasts along the way. Oh, but he had magic hands. Magic mouth, too.
“Tell me what you want, lily?”
“I want you,” she said, clutching at his shoulders.
He grinned like the wicked SOB he was, and kissed her hard and rough, making her taste herself in a way that should have been embarrassing but it wasn’t. Cole had this way of making everything they did seem super sexy and natural. She shivered in anticipation, knowing what she wanted and going for it.
She pushed on his shoulders until he got the hint, and he rolled onto his back. Megan followed, climbing on his lap, and positioning his swollen staff right at her soaked entrance. Cole bit his lip, hands on her hips as she pushed down, taking him in deep.
“Fuuucckk, lily. You feel so good.”
Megan hardly started to move before Cole reared up, hugging her tight to his body, his mouth claiming hers. This made all the fucking difference. Her orgasms of moments ago had nothing on the way it felt to have his entire, tattooed, muscled body pressed so firmly against hers.
Her chest burned, but not from the friction. This was an inner burn. Something magical and poignant. Her she-Tiger roared inside her, the sound echoing in her head as he moved them both up and down. Cole’s arms were like steel bands, but Megan loved the feel of them. Loved his strength.
I love him.
Her eyes opened, meeting the silver stare of his Wolf. Together they moved, neither in control, and neither submitting, both working together towards one ultimate goal. Pleasure. Bond. Mate. Her gums ached, and she knew her canines were dangerously close to extending. Cole growled, and she saw them then. His fangs were bared as well.
“Do it. Make me yours, mate,” he growled, and Megan had no will to deny him.
Whatever else happened, she knew Cole was supposed to be hers. Her heart expanded and her Tiger roared as she closed her mouth around his skin and bit down hard. The coppery tang of his life’s blood flooded her mouth, but Megan didn’t spill a drop. She drank him down, her body exploding in pain followed by a pleasure so intense she couldn’t make a sound. Cole’s garble roar as he filled her with hot streams of cum told her what she already knew. He’d bitten her back. Claimed her as his own.
So many uncertainties. So many questions. But for now, she pushed those all back, determined to simply feel. And feel, she did. Her body hummed with pleasure as she felt the ties of their matebond wrap around them. Cole’s heart was pure and strong, his feelings for her weren’t written out for her to read like words on paper, but she felt them all the same. He cared. Thank the gods, he cared. Megan sighed, collapsing against him as she tried to catch her breath.
“Mine,” he growled, voice still laced with his Wolf.
“Mine,” she echoed, gasping as he stood up with her in his arms.
“You can’t carry me. I’m too heavy.”
“Gonna love you in bed this time, mate.”
Cole ignored her statement and peeled the remnants of her ruined bodysuit from her arms as he walked them to his bedroom. She sighed and snuggled closer. There was no sense telling the man anything. He was going to have his way regardless of her thoughts on the matter. But she didn’t have to worry about hurting him. The Wolf was strong as an ox.
Guess the Fates really know what they’re doing, she mused. She was seriously going to have to give Uncle Uzzi a call or send him a basket, or something. Later, when she could walk again.
Cole tossed her in the middle of his bed and followed her down, a Wolfish bad boy grin on his handsome face. His hair was messy from her hands, and she adored how deliciously rumpled he looked. Not to mention the way his silver gaze seemed to cherish her.
“I do cherish you, lily.”
“How did you know what I was thinking?” she whispered, afraid to break the spell.
“Our bond is strong. I can see it. It’s a silver and amber braided rope moving between planes, tethering us together.”
Megan’s eyes filled with tears, and Cole kissed them away as they streamed down her face. He wrapped her up in his arms and held her while she cried. She was never emotional like this, but sometimes a girl just had to let go.
“Are you sure?” she whispered her greatest fear.
Megan was terrified of ruining the moment, but she needed to know. Beautiful, patient man that her Wolf was, he kissed the top of her head before lifting her face so she had to look at him.
“I knew five seconds after I met you and spouted that nonsense about not wanting a mate that I had just met the only woman in the universe who was meant to be mine,” Cole confessed.
“I know I messed up and you’re gonna need time to learn to trust me, lily. I know and I will earn your trust, I promise you. No matter how long it takes.”
“Good,” she said, smiling through tears and pulling him down so she could kiss him again.
For a girl who hadn’t known a lot of affection in her life, Megan sure liked to kiss. Kissing Cole was best of all. He had the softest lips and the most wicked tongue. He tasted like ripe apricots and sunshine, sweet wine, and chocolate. She just couldn’t get enough of him.
Seeing her mark so red and vivid on his skin made her Tiger purr with possession. Oh, she was hooked. A total and complete Cole addict. Who knew? Maybe someday she would get tired of him?
Yeah, right. Maybe in a hundred years or more.