The Maverick Pride Tales - Chapter 62: Chapter 62

Reg closed his eyes and thanked the gods for her. His sweet, sexy little mate was beyond even his wildest imagination. Her softly whispered plea had almost sent him to the floor with a wave of need.
“Take me home, Reggie.”
His Tiger snapped his jaws, snarling and growling. The beast demanding he claim his mate.
Reg must have broken half a dozen traffic rules driving back to her apartment. He didn’t even recall getting out of the Jeep or walking up the stairs to her apartment. The second the door closed behind them, Reg swept Gretchen up in his arms and slammed his mouth to hers.
His Tiger was snarling like crazy, his impatience making him one ornery fuck. Reg’s cock hardened painfully, but he could deal with it. She was so fucking beautiful. So lush and soft. The beast was just as anxious to sink into his mate as he was.
“You are so gorgeous,” he growled, and set her down on her feet.
His hands roamed over her back and waist, her hips, and thighs. Kissing her was his new favorite pastime, he decided as he tipped her head back and plunged greedily into her mouth.
“Bed. Now,” she gasped as his hands found the sweet plump globes of her ass.
In a whir of motion, he walked her backwards, never letting go of her mouth as they tugged on buttons and zippers until she was standing there in nothing but a couple of sexy scraps of silk, and a pair of fuck-me pumps. She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
Gretchen moaned, and shivers raced through him. That sound. Fuck, that fucking sound was so hoarse, so hot and needy. He loved it.
Her body was a fucking vision wrapped up like a present in dark blue material so fine, it was sheer. The fabric barely covered her cropped curls and hard-tipped breasts. He was more than grateful to whoever designed that heavenly confection, though he’d probably have to buy her several more sets, since he doubted this one would survive the night.
She had so many sexy little secrets about her. With every layer of clothing discarded, Reg unveiled something new. Little flower, stars, and heart tattoos decorated her feet, and wrists, and one fucking gorgeous work was inked across her hip and back.
The second he’d spotted the tiger blossom tree with the full image of a large Bengal tiger beneath it, his beast had roared with approval.
Mine.
His animal pushed the thought at him, and he wholeheartedly agreed. His mate was absolutely fucking perfect for him. And she was his. All his. Forever his. Even if she did not know it.
“Do you like it?” she asked, and bit her lip worriedly.
“It’s beautiful, shona. Just like you,” he traced the image with his fingertips lightly teasing her sensitive skin.
She was so goddamn attractive? Didn’t she know? He wondered as she bit her lip. Desperate to bury himself inside her, he prolonged the foreplay. Kissing lightly, caressing her with searching, probing fingers. Reg groaned as she shivered in response.
His dick throbbed painfully in his boxer briefs. He was dying for her touch, but the sweet woman had yet to do any exploration of her own. That was okay. All things took time, he told himself.
As if she knew what he wanted, the sweet seductress that was his mate suddenly ran her small hands along the tight muscles of his abdomen before smoothing over the hard length of his cock over his cotton briefs. She teased and squeezed, dragging a low groan from his lips.
Did the woman want to drive him out of his mind?
Finally, one bold hand dipped inside his underwear while the other wrapped around his neck. She lifted her face and mashed her mouth to his lips.
Fuck, her taste exploded on his tongue.
Gretchen’s kiss was like dynamite. She skillfully dipped her honey sweet appendage into his mouth again and wrestled with his. One hand stroking his cock, the other tugging his hair. Fucking hell, the woman had gone and switched things before he even knew what happened. She’d become the aggressor, and he the willing participant.
His inner Tiger growled happily, the Big Cat loving the fact she was petting him and taking charge. Reg could not deny he was really fucking liking this side of her as well, but he was about to explode. And that was not gonna happen until she was coming all over him, preferably on his cock or his face. Either would work.
Need coursed through him like wildfire. Passion consumed his every thought until he didn’t know where to start. He growled deep in his chest, the rumbling sound seemed to make her kisses slow.
“Touch me,” she commanded, and just like that, he went into action.
He took her hands and wrested them over her head as he pushed her back onto the mattress.
“The shoes stay,” he growled, and took her nod as a yes.
Finally, he had his mate beneath him, and Reg was going to show her exactly what he could offer. Pleasure like no one else could give, and him, all of him if she wanted.
Please want me, he silently begged.
“Keep your hands here. Don’t move or I’ll stop.”
Her eyes snapped to his, angry and tempted to test him at first. She lowered her hands, and his withdrew from her body, then she returned to the headboard, and he grinned. He knew he had her. Reg saw the moment she decided to go with it.
Thank fuck.
He was taking a gamble, and he knew it, but the fact was if she kept stroking his cock the way she was, he was going to come before he even got her completely naked.
This way, he got back some control, and with a little luck, she’d love what he was going to do.
“That’s good, shona. Now, don’t move, I would hate to stop before I make you scream,” he growled, and sucked her bottom lip into his mouth.
His teeth scraped the plump flesh. Teasing it with his tongue until suddenly, he bit down, but he didn’t dare break skin. Not yet. The move was meant to arouse, not to hurt or claim. Judging from the scent coming off her, she more than liked it, and so he continued.
Leaving her hands above her head, Reg released his grip on them and used his fingers to trace the slope of her neck, down the curve of her clavicle, to her beautiful silk-covered breasts. Growling deep in his chest, Reg tugged the material causing one plump nipple to pop out. Like a fresh picked berry, pink and ripe. It beckoned him and the Tiger inside him roared.
“Mine,” he growled the word and sucked the sweet nub into his mouth.
Gretchen moaned and writhed beneath him as he fondled her sweet flesh, freeing both of her perfect mounds from the confines of the sexy as hell bra. He laved attention on one plump breast then the other. Suckling and nibbling on her soft skin while he tore the bra from her body.
Once he was satisfied, he’d shown his appreciation for her wonderful bosoms, Reg travelled lower. He sank his tongue into her bellybutton in a hot, wet kiss before sliding down her legs. He parted them, taking her wonderfully thick thighs in both his hands and pressing down.
Reg growled deeply as her light floral scent mixed with the headier fragrance of her arousal wrapped around him and took root. His cock hardened even more, threatening to punch a hole through his briefs.
“Reggie,” she moaned his name, and his Tiger chuffed appreciatively.
She wanted him. That was good. His mate should always want him, and he should always deliver.
“I love your legs, shona. Wanna taste them, here and here,” he told her, dropping soft kisses along her thighs, all the way to the sweet spots beneath her knees, to her calves, and finally to her delicate ankles.
Her feet were still inside her fuck me pumps and he intended to keep them there. Reg raised both her legs until her heels were on the mattress, pushing them apart so her sex was on glorious display. Reg knelt and looked at the succulent image she made.
Knees bent, legs splayed, pussy dripping through her sheer panties, his shona was a fucking work of art. Gretchen’s back arched and she gasped, anticipation making it all that much sweeter.
He used his hands and lips to trace the slope of her long legs until his fingertips swept over her hips and ass, to her crack. He teased and toyed with his fingers, moving back towards her front. Inch by inch, until he traced her trembling lips, guiding over her slit through the thin blue fabric that only barely shielded her from him.
The swatch of blue silk did nothing to hide her cropped curls from his piercing gaze, or her delicious scent from his nostrils. Reg salivated, actually fucking drooled, that was how desperate he was to get a taste.
“Reggie,” she moaned his name again as his fingers traced around the edge of her panties.
“What is it, shona? What do you need?”
Reg moved his big shoulders between those succulent thighs of hers, forcing them to open wider to make room for him. He leaned forward, blowing a hot breath on the damp material. The scent of her had his fangs begging to be loosed, but he held onto his control.
Barely.
"Need you.”
“So pretty, shona. But I need you to be specific,” he growled.
“Touch me. Kiss me. Please, Reg,” she begged.
“So sweet, my shona. Gonna kiss you, and touch you, and lick this pretty pussy until you scream for me, baby,” he growled the words and kissed her through the blue fabric.
“Yes, oh yes,” she moaned, and reached down with her hands.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he chided. “Keep those hands up,” he stopped his ministrations, and she whimpered, but she listened, raising her arms immediately.
“No fair, I want to touch too.”
“Not yet, shona. I want this to last. If you start touching me, it’ll be over way too soon,” he said, wanting her to understand.
“Okay,” she nodded, wiggling her hips on the comforter suggestively. She was driving his beast insane sweet little vixen that she was, and she didn’t even know it.
Mine.
“Good. Keep them up there like a good girl, and I’ll give you what you want,” he growled, pulling her panties to the side, revealing her moist lips.
The flowery scent of her was stronger with her need.
Fucking delicious, he thought as his tongue parted her slick folds with one long swipe.
“Holy shit,” she yelled, back arching as he did it again, and again.
Heaven. Gretchen tasted like goddamn heaven. She was the sweetest cream he’d ever had. And he wanted more.
Reg pushed her legs farther apart and continued to suckle her plump sex. She moaned and writhed, but smart girl, she did not move her hands again other than to grip the comforter. Good, because he wasn’t finished yet.
Bucking her hips against his mouth, Reg lapped at her like the animal he was, like a good kitty, he took his time. His strokes long and slow.
Steady does it was his motto. Yeah, he could not wait to pound home into her sweet little pussy, but he wasn’t quite done with his cream yet. He took ahold of her sweet ass cheeks, lifting her so he could better feast on her purrfectly plump pussy.
Reg’s chest rumbled with his beast as he licked at her cream, swallowing down every last drop.
“Oh my god, Reggie,” she was panting now, and he knew she was close.
She had the most amazing flavor. Made especially by the universe and all just for him. He wanted to eat all of her, to devour her whole. But first, he had to make her come.
“Like this shona, want more?”
“Oh god. Yes. More,” she begged, and he knew right then he would do anything for her.
“I need you to come for me, then you can have anything you want,” he growled, and slipped two thick digits into her channel, stretching the tight passage, and massaging her core. He almost went cross-eyed when her channel squeezed, and fuck, he couldn’t wait to see how good she was going to feel on his cock.
“Reggie!”
“Fuck, you’re tight baby. So hot and wet. Can’t wait to feel you on my cock,” he growled, and found her clit with his tongue. He flicked the flat side over the tiny nub, faster and harder while she moaned his name and lifted her pussy in time with his ministrations. Like an offering, he thought and growled as he fucked her with his fingers and his mouth.
This time when she reached down and grabbed onto his hair, he let her. Fuck, he hardly noticed. Her delicious little pussy squeezed his fingers tighter, and his dick throbbed in response.
“Come on, shona. Do it now, come for me,” he growled, and closed his mouth over her clit, suckling the greedy little nub until she was bucking against him and crying out wildly.
Reg growled, the vibration rumbling through his chest straight to her sex. He scraped that little nubbin with one long fang and that was when his mate completely fell apart with his name on her lips.
“OHFUCKOHGOD!”
“Mine,” he snarled the word, and rose to his knees.
Ripping her panties with one hard tug, he took his cock in his hands and pushed into her. Slowly, deliberately, his eyes watching her every reaction as he finally sunk home.
“Mine!” Reg roared aloud, staking his claim with his body and words. The rightness of it all echoed through to his soul.
Gretchen’s eyes met his, lust glazed even on the heels of her release. She reached for him, scratching her nails down his back, and grabbing onto his hips as he began to plunge deeper into her slick heat.
The connection between them seemed to pulse and throb like a living thing. One that wouldn’t be denied.
“Yes,” she said, as if answering him, and the Tiger in him went wild.