The Maverick Pride Tales - Chapter 86: Chapter 86

“Don’t hide from me, Kylie,” he begged. “I want to see all of you.”
A shadow of worry marred her lovely face, but he would not allow that to linger long.
“I have scars from back then,” she whispered.
“We all have scars. Yours just tell me how strong and fierce you are.”
“But I, I mean, I have so many,” she replied, her eyes wide and clear.
“So do I. Yours make so proud of who you are and what your survived. You’re a warrior, my sweet Kylie. Of course, they also make me want to hunt down and destroy whoever did this to you⁠—”
“Sweet, but she’s gone now.”
“Good for her. She’s where she belongs. But more importantly, I want you to know our scars don’t matter. We both have them, and they are part of us, but the only thing I want is to give you something better. I want to be better for you, Kylie, so we can have a life together.”
“What do you mean? You don’t even know me,” she said, and he saw for the first time that was what bothered her.
“I know you, kitten. In here, I know everything I need to.”
He took her hand and laid it against his chest just over his heart. The movement brought him closer to her. His big body loomed over hers and his hard, cloth-covered cock brushed against the apex of her thighs. He sucked in a breath at the sharp jolt of pleasure that stabbed through him at their new, intimate position.
“I never believed in fated mates,” she told him as if it were some deep, dark secret, but Michael just smiled in response.
“We were told stories as cubs, but it was like a fairytale. But Kylie, make no mistake, you are my fated mate,” he growled, catching her lip between his own, and tugging on it gently before he let it slide back out of his mouth. “By the time I am through tonight, you’re gonna know it, too. Without. A. Single. Doubt.”
Kylie purred. Her chest rumbled with it, and her eyes flashed green gold at him. The sound sent spikes of desire shooting through him like lightning strikes. Michael growled.
He took her face in his hands and started his sensual assault with a deep, soulful possession of her mouth that left the two of them panting and writhing against one another.
She’d missed out on a lot of things. Heavy petting and making out like teenagers in his childhood home seemed exactly right somehow.
“You taste so good, kitten. I can’t get enough of you.”
“Oh god! Do that again,” she mewled as he flexed his hips, sending the hard ridge of his cock sliding against her soaked panties.
“Like wildflower honey laced with hot sauce,” he groaned, licking a path down to her breasts.
Michael groaned aloud as he came face to face with the dusky pink tips. He leaned forward, sucking one plump nipple into his mouth.
Christ, she had superb breasts. He cupped them, kissed them, kneaded and pinched. He could just imagine pushing them together and sliding his cock between them. The image made him ache, but he put it away for later.
Kylie’s fingers tangled in his hair, and he loved knowing she was losing herself to his touch. She purred and growled, and damn, but he paid close attention. He wanted to know what pleased her and committed every response and reaction to memory.
Unhooking her bra carefully, after all she had made it, he moaned as he caught her beautifully dusky-pink-tipped breasts in his hands. Teasing her nipples had been a treat before but holding them together and licking them both simultaneously was un-fucking-believable.
“Mine,” he growled the word as he travelled further down her soft belly and moved her panties to the side, pressing his face to her slick folds.
“Michael!” she shouted at the first swipe of his tongue from her crack to her clit.
He loved the sound of his name falling desperately from her mouth. He wanted more of it, but he needed better access. Hands behind her knees, he pulled her down further on the sofa and held her legs apart.
“Sorry,” he grunted, having no choice but to tear her panties clear off her hips.
“It’s okay, I can make more. Just don’t stop,” she ordered him.
She was so sexy, biting her lip and watching him with those crazy gorgeous eyes. Michael held her gaze and opened his mouth, allowing his long tongue to snake all the way out. He swiped it slow and hard from her forbidden hole all the way up to her hooded clit and back down.
Again, and again, and again. Lick, swipe, nibble, suck.
He consumed every drop of her sweet nectar, swallowing it down, imprinting her unique flavors on his brain. The room was cool, but near her, he was on fire. Like his whole body was being swallowed by the flames of his need and her wanton abandon. Fuck, it was glorious.
“Michael, please, so close,” she moaned, and her purring increased, vibrating throughout her entire body and his.
Tempting little minx gave him the most wonderful idea. He allowed his beast to come forward a trifle, and with his voice deep and rumbly, Michael told her exactly what he was going to do to her.
“Gonna make you come, kitten. First, I’m gonna stretch you with my fingers, fill your pussy so good, then I’m gonna lick you, and keep on licking you with the flat of my tongue. When I cover your sweet, needy little clit, I’m gonna growl, kitten. And I’m not stopping until you come all over my mouth. You want that, Kylie? Want me to make you come with my hands and my mouth?” he asked and waited for her assent.
Kylie nodded, and that was all he needed. Michael doubled his attention, kneading one breast with his free hand while slowly slipping one long finger inside her slick sheath.
Fuck.
His eyes crossed as her slick channel fought against him. She was small, so tight. Worry crossed his mind, but he dismissed it. She was his mate. She was made for him,
Her walls squeezed him as he bumped against her innocence. Slowly testing her limits, Michael continued to lick her tight bundle of nerves. He wouldn’t hurt her, never that, but there was nothing he could do about the slight discomfort she would feel at first.
Kylie wiggled and rocked her hips in time with his ministrations, eager, and so fucking sweet, his dick was near to bursting. Precum soaked his boxer briefs, and he let go of her breast to give himself a tight squeeze. Michael growled deep, adding a much appreciated vibration to his actions.
“Come for me, baby,” he grunted, allowing his Tiger more leeway and using his beast’s purr to vibrate against her clit. He closed his mouth over the nubbin, sucking it into his greedy mouth.
“Don’t stop, please,” Kylie begged, her hands pulling on his hair. She lifted her hips, pressing her sex against his face. Close as she could get.
Michael loved it. Everything she did told him how she felt. He feasted on her. Sucking, purring, and growling against her pussy, fingering her sheath, and swallowing down every drop of her juices. Michael was determined to lick her all the way to paradise even if it killed him, he thought, but what a way to go!
Finally, Kylie exploded with a fierce cry. Her pussy rippled around his fingers, but Michael still wasn’t finished. While she experienced her first of what he intended to be many orgasms that night, he reared up, freeing his cock from his underwear, he thrust his hips, taking her innocence when she would feel the least pain.
“Mine,” he roared.
“Yes!” Kylie moaned, reaching up to grab onto him. She clung to his shoulders.
“Mine,” she growled, and pulled him down to slam her mouth to his.
Michael’s skin burned with need. His Tiger demanded he bite her now, claim her for all the world to see. But he held the beast in check. There was a proper time for that, after all. He swiveled his hips and pulled out of her viselike grip, just to slam back in again.
This was not the sweet, soft initiation he had intended, but Kylie didn’t seem to mind. His Tiger pressed him, and he couldn’t help but claim her with enthusiasm.
She grabbed his hips in her claw-tipped hands and scratched him, marking him there. Claiming him as hers, and fuck, his dick grew even harder.
“Mine,” she growled that word again, sending his lust soaring.
Virgin that she was, his sexy little kitten was rocking his world. Kylie pushed up to meet his thrusts. The she-Tiger was right there with him, staking her claim and taking part in their mating.
Thank fucking God.
He held her face and bore his eyes into hers, wanting to see every single moment of them coming together. To record it in his mind for all eternity.
“Yes. Yours. And you are mine. Fuck, baby, you feel like fucking perfection. Made just for me, Kylie, no one else. Mine,” he growled.
“Yes. Fuck, yes. I want you to bite me, Michael, claim me. Now.”
“I am, baby, in every way I can, I am claiming you tonight,” he said, and growled as his words caused her pussy to clench around his cock.
Fuck, she was amazing. Her hands were everywhere, stroking, kneading, scratching, even slapping. And he loved every fucking bit of it.
“I want it now,” she growled impatiently, and bastard that he was, he chuckled.
“I’ll give you everything you want, she-Cat, put my mark nice and high on your neck, but first I gotta feel your walls sucking my cock dry, can you do that? I need you to come for me.”
“Wanna,” she moaned.
“You will. Can you feel my cock, kitten? Feel me deep in that tight little pussy of yours?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned, and he flipped them over so that she was astride him.
Taking her ass in his hands, he took control, bouncing and rocking her by that sweet peach of an ass. Michael lifted her up and slammed her down, harder and faster, he met her downward thrusts with his hips, burying his cock so deep he never wanted to leave.
Her she-Tiger was in control now, and she held onto his shoulders. Her eyes met his before tossing her head back giving him better access to those fantastic breasts of hers.
“That’s it, baby,” he grunted as he felt the first ripples of her orgasm begin to squeeze and caress his shaft.
“Fuck, yes, I claim you, Kylie, mate, I claim you right now,” he roared and sunk his teeth in that spot just below her ear that he’d marked earlier.
Heat emanated from their bodies, and he swore the air itself sizzled. Michael’s balls reared up and tightened as his dick exploded inside of her. Fuck, it was so good. So much better than anything else he’d ever experience.
He roared in surprise as pain erupted from his chest and he opened his eyes to see her blonde head lapping at the bite she’d just given him.
“Mine,” she growled.
Thank fuck.
“Yours,” he replied.