The Maverick Pride Tales - Chapter 69: Chapter 69

After an hour of running about the forest, chasing his fiery little mate, Reg had to admit defeat.
“Who always wins?” she asked.
Gretchen came out of her bathroom still damp from the quick shower she took. She was wearing nothing but a bath sheet, but suddenly, she appeared very conscious of that fact.
Must be the way Reg was staring at her. Like if he looked hard enough, he could see right through the thing.
He fucking wished.
She gulped and pulled it tighter. Fuck. He knew they needed to talk, even though all he wanted was to jump on her and have her ride him till the sun came up.
His chest rumbled as he watched her from his position on her couch, wearing the jeans he’d left behind in her salon. Nerves on edge, he’d stopped breathing the second she entered the room.
Holy fuck.
Was it possible she’d grown even more beautiful in a matter of days? His body reacted predictably, and he refused to hide it. It was a bloody fucking miracle. This kind of heat and need always was.
Reg wanted her. He always would. In fact, his attraction seemed to grow by the second.
“Me,” he answered her question, and smiled at her confused expression. “You might have won the game, shona, but if I still get to be here with you when the game has ended, then I am the winner.”
“Oh,” she replied, swallowing, and looking down. Fuck, she’d painted her toes purple, and Reg grinned. Even her feet were cute.
“You’ve called me that before. Shona. What does it mean?”
“Oh, um, it’s a term of endearment. Though probably only used by our Pride. It’s a Bangla word, passed down through our families and traditions, like our Tigers themselves,” he began and felt his cheeks grow warm as he explained. “It means sweetheart or darling.”
“I like it. And that’s fascinating, I would like to learn more about your family and ancestors, Reg.”
“I’ll tell you anything you want to know, shona. Anytime you want,” he murmured, his blood rushing through his veins like thunder in his ears.
His mate approached him slowly and stealthily across the room until she was standing directly in front of him. The flowery scent of her skin made his mouth drool as did imagining her naked beneath the robe.
“Gretchen,” he whispered her name.
The one word was infused with so much longing, but he didn’t dare touch her. Not yet. If he did, he would not be able to stop. It was hard admitting that kind of loss of control, even to himself. But if he was Superman, she would be his Kryptonite.
Yes, she’d frolicked and played with him while in her fur. Also true, they were fated mates. But he would not force or cajole her into being with him. She had to make the decision herself.
He knew if he touched her, it would take the choice away from both of them. Fated mates and physical attraction went hand in hand. But he wanted her for much more than her sweet body.
He could not make the first move. Not Reg. He could not touch her yet. That would ruin any chance they had for a future.
Fucking kill me now, he thought and closed his eyes breathing forcefully through his nose.
Of course, it might have been easier had he just cut off his hands. Her flowery scent filled his nostrils and shot right to his groin. Droplets of water clung to her hair and her skin was pink and fresh from her shower. She was temptation itself. And Reg was a dead man.
“Why are your eyes closed?”
“Because if I look at you any longer, I’ll have to touch you, shona, and right now that is not what you need from me.”
“What do I need from you?” she asked, and he thought he felt a swoosh of air in front of him, but he kept his eyes closed tightly.
“Time. Answers. Just ask me or tell me what you want to know. Whatever it is you want, I will do it or get it for you,” he replied.
“Open your eyes and look at me, Reggie,” she whispered, and he obeyed, opening his eyes slowly.
Reg nearly lost the ability to speak once he came face to face with his mate in all her glory. Gretchen was biting her lower lip, standing before him like some kind of offering. The bath sheet she’d had on lay in a puddle at her feet.
She was naked and glowing from her bath, mere inches from him. Bare, bold, and beautiful.
Mine, snarled his Tiger.
“Mate,” he growled the word, and fisted his hands tightly at his sides. “You’re not making it easy to be noble, shona.”
“I don’t want you to be noble, Reggie. I just want you. I want to feel you deep inside of me, right now, Reg. Need you, mate,” she purred the words, and his cock throbbed in response.
That was all he needed to hear. Without further delay or hesitation, Reg scooped Gretchen off her feet, lifting her by her luscious hips. She complied immediately by wrapping her legs around his waist, pressing her hot wet sex against his belly. His already hard cock throbbed with need.
Fuck, she was so very wet, and he wanted her so damn badly. He mashed his mouth to hers. Locking her plump lips with his and nibbling on the lower one.
Grrrr.
His Tiger wanted more. He wanted it all.
Reg focused on the kiss. The mouth was a funny orifice. A person ate with it. Drank with it. Spoke with it. And then there was kissing.
Kissing was something else. Something entirely intimate, that allowed him to be both the aggressor and completely vulnerable. He never really enjoyed kissing before. But with her, Reg loved it.
He really really loved it. Kissing her was beyond anything he’d ever experienced. Christ, that mouth. It was fucking gorgeous. Those pouty pink lips were so ripe, so tasty, purrfect for kissing.
Gretchen liked it too. He knew from the way she opened for him with sweet reckless abandon, completely trusting in him to take care of her. Her softly delivered submission had his Tiger snarling and his body wound tight. Reg wanted to be balls deep and surrounded by her.
Fuck, he was ready to spend hours just kissing the woman, but then she wiggled. His impatient little shona raked her nails down his back and slapped his ass, urging him on. Reg growled, his eyes glowing with his beast. Her needs came first. Always.
If his little she-Cat wanted more, he would give it to her. They collapsed on the bed with Reg kicking off his jeans. His mouth quickly dropping back down to claim her lips once more.
“Need you, mate,” she groaned and tugged on his bottom lip with her sharp teeth.
Of course, her own beast would be riding her hard. Her she-Tiger would want to confirm their mating, and he was more than ready to give her anything, everything she ever wanted.
“Mine,” he snarled like some kind of fucking cave-Tiger, but he did not give a fuck.
He was a possessive ass, but she was his, and he reminded her of that fact by grazing his teeth along her neck. Reg scraped his fangs over her healed mating mark. Loving the way, she wiggled and squirmed beneath him.
He grinned wickedly and did it again. That little spot would always be special between them. A physical trigger for an emotional bond that would only grow and grow to untold heights.
That was only if she wanted it to. Fuck, he really hoped she wanted it to.
Gretchen wiggled again, her soft wet heat rubbing against the hard bar of his cock. He hissed out a long breath. She felt so good. Soft, supple, and submissive, and yet she fiercely dominant, egging him on with her pants and nips and moans. Tugging and pulling, pleading, and demanding until he touched her where she wanted.
So totally fucking hot.
He was putty in her hands.
If putty was a hard as steel rod, his inner beast growled.
Reg’s cock jerked in her hands, and Reg growled as she reached between them and cupped his balls while massaging his shaft.
“Lie back,” she commanded, flipping their positions.
Reg obeyed, turning until he was sitting on the bed with his back against the headrest. His sexy mate stared at him with glowing blue eyes. It seemed her Tiger wanted in on this.
Fuck yeah, that was more than okay with him. It meant, if he was lucky, she might claim his sorry ass.
Reg growled and licked his lips as Gretchen knelt between his splayed legs. Her heavy breasts swayed back and forth, a delight for his eyes, and his mouth watered with longing.
“Not yet, big boy, first I get to play,” she said, and leaned down to lick a trail from the base of his cock all the way to the dewy drop of precum that leaked from his slit.
“Fuck,” he growled, watching intently as she continued to lick and fondle.
He’d never seen anything as gorgeous as Gretchen making long swipes with the flat side of her tongue along his aching cock. She was so fucking hot, paying close attention to the thick vein that throbbed with desire for her and her alone.
His mate adjusted her position, and with a sly wink she took him in her mouth, swallowing him down until he hit the back of her throat.
“Oh fuck, shona. S’good,” he grunted, and growled as she sucked him down far as she could, sliding her lips along his base and leaving a shiny trail of saliva in her wake.
Searing arousal tore through him as he thrust inside her mouth. Reg knew he was a dead man the second she wrapped her hands around the base of his cock, using one to fondle his balls tenderly while she sucked and squeezed until he was nearly out of his mind.
Fuck, he couldn’t stop his orgasm, though he tried.
Okay, not very hard, but he did try to resist. Reg was a goner.
“Gimme,” she growled with her mouth full of cock.
And he did. He gave up all control to his mate, but fuck, what a way to go! She slid her palm up and down along the base of his dick, in time with the hot suction of her mouth. Using her tongue to lap and caress his head, until fuck, he was going to blow.
Balls tightened, gasping for air, Reg held her head in place, fucking her mouth until he felt the first spikes of pleasure start to form.
“Gonna come, shona, you gotta let go,” he warned, but she tightened her hold, and shook her head.
Working double time, she looked up at him with glowing sky blue eyes. He felt her growl reverberate from her body through to his cock, felt her sharp claws pierce his thigh, and that was it for him.
Reg tossed his head back, a roar escaping his lips as he chased his orgasm, stroking the caverns of her hot mouth until he came to completion.
Tendrils of ecstasy shot through him starting from his cock and spiraling out all the way to his fingertips and toes. Reg came inside her mouth, and his gorgeous mate swallowed down every last drop of his release.
Tiny aftershocks pulsed through him, but still, his mate held on. His sexy she-Cat refused to let go of her prize. Licking and stroking, his sexy as hell mate caressed his dick tenderly, taking every drop of his cum inside of her.
Gretchen sat up slowly, licking her expert lips and smiling like the cat who swallowed the canary.
Fuck yeah, she sure did. His fiery little mate had sucked him dry.
“Mine,” she growled.
Reg would have thought he was utterly spent, but surprise surprise. His dick stood up and saluted the beauty who just brought him to heaven and back. He growled, grabbing his revived hard on.
He loved her possessive statement—no, fuck that, Reg loved her. So damn much. And he wanted to show her. It wouldn’t take long. He could probably do it in another fifty or sixty years.
“That’s right, shona, I’m all yours. Now, it’s my turn. I want you face down on the bed, mate,” he demanded.
Her eyes widened, but he could tell her Cat like the sound of that, and down she went. Sweet little ass held high, his mate moaned as she lay face down on the mattress like a good little kitten.
Only his kitten was a fierce as fuck Tiger. And Reg was one lucky male.
Grrr.
Reg leaned forward and spread her legs, dropping his palm down hard on one ripe globe. She mewled at the sting, but he made up for it with a wet kiss over her reddening skin.
“Gonna lick you now, mate,” he told her and dipped down, diving right in. Reg loved feasting on her sweet cream, and from this angle it gave him a clear path from her clit to her sweet little forbidden hole.
There was nothing in the world compared to the flavor of his mate’s arousal. Heady and strong, her flowery musk had him salivating for more. Gretchen cried and bucked while he sucked down her salty, sweet essence.
She was more than ready for him. Moisture dripped from her slit, and he gladly lapped up every sweet drop. Later, he would take her ass, but for now he was all about going deep and hard into her tight channel.
“Gonna take you now, Gretchen. Gonna fill you with my cock. Fuck you so good, mate,” he growled, kneeling behind her, and parting her folds with his thick head.
Back and forth he rubbed, teasing her mercilessly. He nudged her clit with that broad head, then he retreated. Again and again, he used his thick length to stroke her outer lips, brushing against her sensitive bundle of nerves until she snarled and turned around, her eyes glowing with her animal.
Fuck, that was so hot.
“Stop fucking around,” she growled, but Reg smirked his reply.
“Patience,” he told her, slapping that sweet ass one more time.
He was in charge here. She tried to press back, but he held her still with a firm hand on her hip. He loved the heart shaped curve of her ass, teased her there again with his thumb, while brushing his cock along her slit, coating himself in her juices.
Everything about her drove him crazy with desire. When he’d teased them both long enough, and had her mewling incoherently, Reg filled her with a single fierce thrust of his cock thrust and pressed his thumb deep inside her asshole.
“Mine,” Reg growled, his invasion deep and thorough.
This position made it easier for him to determine the speed and strength of his movements. He wanted it to last, wanted her moaning and bucking beneath him.
So, Reg started slowly, relishing each sweet inch of her slick channel, her ass squeezing his thumb as her pussy did his cock.
His shona was impatient, she pushed back taking him deeper and faster than he’d intended. That earned her another slap on her cheek. He knew she liked the sting, could tell by the way her pussy clenched around him.
He could scent her arousal spike and he growled wickedly. His little mate liked it when he spanked her. Like his finger in her ass and his cock in her pussy. That was good, he thought as he slapped her ass again, her pussy and anus clenching around him once more, eliciting a groan from both of them. He liked it too.
“Mine, shona. You are mine,” Reg growled and moved.
He played with her ass some more, loving her squirms, before withdrawing. Later, he would take her there later, he growled and collapsed forward, caging her in on all sides. He needed both hands for this.
The time for going slow was over. Reg withdrew from her heat and slammed forward. Harder, faster, deeper. He pounded into her furiously, bringing them both to greater heights than he’d ever reached.
“Mine,” he repeated, and reached round to find her hard, swollen clit.
“Yours,” she echoed, working with him, fighting for release.
Reg’s fangs descended. He strummed the nubbin with his forefinger and roared as her pussy squeezed his cock even tighter. He could not hold back any longer.
“Gonna mark you,” he growled.
“Yes,” she returned, her gaze holding his as he struck through her skin with his sharp fangs.
Teeth slicing through the skin on the back of her shoulder, Reg drank down her life’s force. He scored her hips with his claws too, but he was careful not to mar the beautiful tattoo that graced his mate’s luscious curves. His orgasm ripped through him, as their mate bond wrapped around them.
Reg held nothing back. He just kept fucking her as he spilled his seed deep inside her womb. Gretchen’s orgasm raced through her, but his sweet shona still turned her head. Mashing her lips to his, he hissed loudly when she nudged his face aside and latched onto his shoulder, biting him with her own sharp fangs.
Oh sweet fuck, she was marking him as her own!