The Maverick Pride Tales - Chapter 85: Chapter 85

Her kiss swallowed him whole, taking him from where he was standing and rocketing him into infinity. Her sweet, lush body pressed against his, and she moaned.
Michael was a total goner.
Kissing Kylie was like an addiction he did not even know he had. His tongue delved into the hot cavern of her mouth, tasting every inch of her, and relishing in her flavors. He wanted to consume her, to swallow her down, to stamp himself all over her heavenly body.
Kylie was pure ambrosia. Kissing her sent him spiraling, she was his heaven on earth, his weakness, his strength, his everything, and he was never letting go.
“Mine,” he growled, pulling her closer.
Kylie’s arms came around his neck, and she opened her eyes. He found her she-Tiger staring out at him, ring of golden fire circled her celery green irises. His cock grew even harder.
“Need you, Kylie. Want you. Please?” he asked, and it was a question.
Fuck. He would get down on his knees and beg if she needed him to. Michael’s need had reached a level of urgency he could not have anticipated just seeing her staring at him, eyes glowing with her beast. He waited, barely holding onto his own Tiger, until she nodded her head.
Thank fuck.
Without words, he lifted her in his arms and carried her out the door.
“Micha—”
“Not a word.”
“But I⁠—”
“Is your answer still yes?” he asked, pausing briefly, and looking at her intently.
“Yes.”
“Good. Just let me get us out of here before I lose my head, kitten.”
Eyes wide, Kylie nodded. His car was parked on the side of the Pride House, but he made it there in seconds.
Michael loaded her carefully inside, racing around to his seat before peeling out of the driveway.
“Where are we going?” she asked with that same breathless hitch in her voice that sent shockwaves of need spiking straight through to his steel hard cock.
The woman was trying to kill him!
“Our house,” he said, and felt the truth in his words.
Over the last sixth months he’d made several renovations to the home where he’d been raised with his grandmother. New floors, new paint, new furniture. Every improvement, every change made were her in mind. He’d even left it sort of plain and bare, hoping she would fill the space with what she liked. Nerves had him doubting his choices.
Did he think too much of himself and his chances by doing all that? Would she think so? Fuck.
His Tiger pushed all the negativity away. None of that was important. All he wanted was to make her happy, keep her safe, bring her pleasure. Making her feel good was all the beast wanted before he marled her with his mating bite.
Fuck. Yes. Mine.
They walked up the back patio stairs to the private entrance to his, no, their home. Kylie stalled, her breathing was short, and a little shallow, and he tried to calm himself. Michael led her down the hallway, with a steady hand on her waist.
Once inside the large living room, Kylie turned to face him. A large, floor to ceiling window faced outward overlooking a stand of pine trees, allowing sunlight to filter through and onto her beautiful blonde head.
He was glad he’d had special, one way glass installed so he could see out, but no one could peer in. This moment was his. Kylie was finally right where he wanted her, and damn did he want her. Michael was dying to touch her, to strip her bare, to see every inch of her clearly defined in the light of day.
“I feel like I should say something,” Kylie began, unsure, and he could not blame her.
“I apologize about before, telling you to shush,” he began, feeling his cheeks warm. “Fact is, Kylie, you can say anything you want to me. Anything at all.”
“I, uh—” Kylie looked down, and he scented her embarrassment. It brightened her cheeks, strengthened her fragrance. “I’ve, um, never actually done this kind of thing,” she admitted.
Michael grinned and stepped closer to her. He couldn’t help it. She was like his moon. He was drawn to her as if by gravity or reeled in like a fish from the sea. Maybe she was more like the sun in his universe, and he was just a planet, orbiting round and round just to be near her.
He grinned and shook his head. Michael was a doctor, not a poet. But she was all those things to him and more still. He was destined to be with her. Michael believed that in his soul.
His sweet Kylie was every bit as glorious as the sun, but he wouldn’t die if he touched her. Oh, he would burn alright. They both would.
But it would be a slow, deliberate kindling. A joining of bodies and souls, of their inner beasts and their human sides.
The manifestation of their consummation would be a matebond. An ethereal force that tied them together, bound them for life. That was what happened when fated mates found one another. Every fiber of his being screamed that one truth at him.
“What kind of thing?” he asked, intensely awaiting her reply.
“I know Shifters have different morals than normals, but, you see, I’ve been trying to stay alive so I never⁠—”
She paused, and he realized he’d started growling.
“I am sorry,” he said gruffly. “The thought of you being alone and in danger⁠—”
“No,” she said, stepping closer to him. “I mean, I appreciate the concern, but it led me here. And, well, what I am trying to say is I’ve never been intimate with anyone.”
Her confession hung in the air between them, and Michael did not know how to react. If he threw his head back and roared, she would think he was a Neanderthal. If he contemplated her situation, he would lose his mind for the time she had lost in her hectic youth. He figured he should just tell her the truth about what he was thinking.
“I know this makes me an even bigger freak than you must think⁠—”
“Hey now,” he said, shaking his head. He moved closer, wrapping her in his arms, and smiled when she didn’t pull away. She felt good in his arms, her curves molding to the hard planes of his large body.
Other female Shifters were thin and hard, but not his mate. She was soft and perfect, powerful, but caring, and after all she had been though, she was letting him hold her, and that was a miracle he would gladly fall down on his knees to praise god for.
“I am sorry, kitten,” he murmured, kissing her nose, her cheek, her head, everywhere he could touch. And between kisses, he talked. “I am sorry that you lost that time. Time when you should have just been a kid. Time when your biggest worry should have been your prom dress, or whether to kiss your sweetheart on top of the Ferris wheel, or any number of silly kid things,” he finished.
“My life did get better, after I left,” she whispered, leaning into his caresses, and damn that made him feel ten feet tall.
“I’m glad it did. I’m thankful you found your way here. And if I am being honest, I can’t say I am not happy you saved yourself for me,” he confessed, baring his soul.
“I didn’t know it at the time,” she teased.
“Kylie,” he growled kissing her hard and fast. “You are driving me insane, you know that don’t you?”
“Am I?” she asked, wonder shining in her bright eyes.
“You are without a doubt the sexiest woman I have ever met.”
“How can I be sexy? I’ve never had sex. What if I disappoint⁠—”
“Shhh. You are my mate, kitten. And what we are about to do to each other, I’ve never done either,” he whispered before claiming her lips.
“Yes, but, oh⁠—”
Michael tipped her backward, licking a trail from her neck to her earlobe. Fuck, she tasted like sunshine and sin. A delicious combination of everything he ever wanted, and nothing he had ever tasted.
Kylie moaned into his mouth, and he swallowed the sound, his kisses moving up her chin to her perfectly plump lips.
She shivered in his arms, and he made a note that she was sensitive just there beneath her ear. He licked the spot and nuzzled her, spreading his scent on her sublimely soft skin.
“I—oh, do that again, please,” she murmured as his hands made short work of her top and pants, grazing the hard pebbles that were her nipples through the sheer bra she had on.
“Did you design this?” he growled, as he backed her onto the couch and nuzzled her breasts with his face.
“Yes, um, do you like it?” she whispered, and he watched in amazement as she blushed and looked away from him.
“Keep your eyes on me, kitten, and I’ll show you how much I like it,” Michael growled, moving away briefly to push his pants down.
His shirt did not fare as well. Damn thing tore before he got it off his head. Fuck, he had never been so aroused in his life.
Her honeyed arousal seeped through the black cotton boxer briefs he wore, and fuck, it was all he could do to not come right there. Thick and hard, his cock throbbed against her, ready to penetrate her slick entrance, but not yet.
Michael growled, sucking on her tongue as he rocked his hips into her, loving the way she instinctively opened her legs wider.
Holy hell, she wants me.
The realization hit him like a slap to the face. He wanted to jump up and shout in triumph, but there was no way in fuck he was leaving his new favorite place.
Michael was not about to ruin or rush this. He slid his hand sup her body, taking time to explore every nuance and curve. She called herself plump, but she was mistaken. Kylie’s body was a curvaceous wonderland designed to make a Tiger—in particular this Tiger—lose his ever-loving mind.
“You’re so big,” she said, as he reached between them and pulled off his constrictive underwear.
Her eyes went wide, and Michael grunted in response. If she kept looking at his cock like that, this was going to be over before he began.
Fuck, no! His Tiger refused to go out like that. Michael went back to exploring her body, cupping her breasts in that crazy sexy little bra she wore. It was like a whisper of black fabric so sheer, it was hardly there. Tugging down each cup, he squeezed her puckered nipples while he explored her cleavage with his tongue, then grazed his teeth across one then the other.
“So beautiful,” he growled, kneeling in front of her.
There was so much he wanted to do, he hardly knew where to start. And she was not idle, his sexy little mate had been touching him too. Her hands ran over his chest and abs, her nails scratching his back and shoulders.
Fuck, it feels so good. She feels so good.
Her body was so hot, so soft, so fucking perfect. Michael leaned back, spreading her legs, loving that she let him. Kylie’s eyes were bright, the celery green rimmed in the gold of her she-Cat. He paused a beat to take it all in.
Never had he seen someone that damn pretty. From the top of her golden head to the soles of her pink-polished feet. Her body was made for him, and the sight of her sex swathed in the tiny scrap of sheer black tulle made him just about lose his mind.
A little pink satin bow sat just above her cropped curls, matching the one between her fantastic breasts and giving just a hint of innocence to the sexy black confection. The effect was tantalizing, and Michael was blown away by another facet of her genius. He was ridiculously proud—not to mention, profoundly grateful—for both her amazing creativity and the fact he was the only man to see her modeling her own designs.
“God, you are really good at what you do,” he said, and ran his hands up her body to show his appreciation.
“Thank you,” she bit her lip and went to cover a tiny scar on her belly from his eyes.
Oh no, he was not having any of that. Michael narrowed his eyes. Time to show her just how beautiful she was.