The Maverick Pride Tales - Chapter 87: Chapter 87

Who knew mating could be so much fun?
Kylie could hardly catch her breath. After their living room escapades, Michael had carried her to the bedroom.
There he’d laid her out on the Tiger-king-sized bed and proceeded to shock the shit out of her. The man was a doctor, so it was not surprising he knew about the female body. What was surprising was he knew exactly how to touch hers to make her lose her mind.
For example, Kylie had not been aware of her fantastic ability to experience pleasure at his hands, or mouth, or even better, his insatiable cock for hours on end. Of course, now, as she lay panting, she wondered if maybe he didn’t break her vagina.
Oh fuck.
“What are you thinking about?” Michael’s warm breath tickled her ear, and she wiggled her ass, burrowing close to his magnificent frame.
“I was wondering if you broke my pussy,” she said honestly.
She allowed him to swallow her body with his embrace. Loving the feel of his deep chuckle as he kissed her head.
“Well, kitten, if I did, I promise to kiss it and make it better.”
“You’re insatiable.”
Kylie tried to sound scandalized, but what came out was a sigh of anticipation. Nothing felt better than Michael’s tongue on her sex, except for maybe his cock buried deep inside it.
“For you? Of course I am, kitten.”
He chuckled again and tugged her till she was lying atop his warm, hard body. He couldn’t seem to get enough of just holding her, and she loved it, especially the feeling of security being in his arms gave her.
Dammit, she was in love with him. Maybe she had been all along. Lord knew no one had ever made her feel this way. Like she was channeling a million lovely little surprise emotions with every touch, kiss, and caress.
Who knew she could be head over heels this quickly? She sighed happily in his arms, where she belonged.
“Seriously, I was thinking about that thing we did, where I sat on your lap and we both faced out towards the mirror. I swear, you went so deep inside me I saw stars,” she murmured loving the way his breath caught.
Michael growled, hands cupping her ass, and she bit her lip as she felt his magnificent member stirring against her already wet sex.
“I liked that too. Especially the way your gorgeous breasts bounced up and down every time I filled your sweet pussy. You have the prettiest nipples, kitten.”
Mm.
She moaned. Funny how much she liked it when he talked dirty to her. One big hand slipped down her crack and he teased her hole while the other wrapped around her hip. He pulled her up his body, sliding her along his length.
Kylie moaned, as he used her own slick folds to glide along his engorged cock. Fuck, he was huge. Shifters often were, or so she was told. But she had never felt this way with anyone else. Never wanted another man to touch her like this.
“Like that?” he whispered as he nuzzled her neck.
Fuck yeah, she liked that.
Unable to speak, she nodded, urging him to let her move faster, but he didn’t. The fucker.
God, she loved the feel of his big arms wrapped around her and the strong, steady stroke of his dick along her slit. His thumb found her clit, and she grew even wetter.
“Guess my pussy isn’t broken after all,” she said on a moan as she became desperate for his penetration.
Instead of plunging deep like she wanted him to, Michael teased her instead. He rubbed the head of his cock along her entrance, coating himself in her juices, and driving her mad with need. She growled impatiently, wanting more.
“Michael,” she moaned his name, and sat up, loving the feel of his thickness as it slid between her lips.
She felt his growl reverberate through him and into her, loved the press of his weight as he rolled them over and flipped her onto her belly. His thick fingers were strumming over her tiny little nubbin, and her stomach grew warm. Yes, this was what she wanted.
She felt him reach over to the nightstand and retrieve something, but she was almost too far gone to pay attention. The trickle of cool liquid seeped along her crack, and she moaned aloud as he rubbed it good and deep between her cheeks with his free hand. Then she felt something different.
With his fingers, Michael carefully teased and coated her hole, dipping one, then two thick digits inside and making her slick with oil. Kylie groaned against the intense fullness that filled her.
All the while, he kept strumming her clit, playing her like a maestro. Pleasure made her press back against him as her orgasm hovered just out of reach. Then he pressed the tip of his cock against her hole, and Kylie stilled.
That maddening hand continued to strum, bringing her to near ecstasy. Michael caged her in, and she felt his breath, ragged as her own, as he nipped her ear and whispered.
“Gonna claim you everywhere, Kylie. Gonna fill this sweet ass with my cum, mark you with my scent. Gonna tap this clit until you scream, and you're begging for my dick in your ass. Ready, kitten? Want me? Want my dick to fill your pretty ass?”
Kylie screamed as her orgasm ripped through her, spurred on by his dirty words. And he did not relent. Michael told her in graphic detail every single thing he’d planned to do to her, and fuck yes, he was right. She wanted all of it.
Right. Fucking. Now.
“Yes!” she moaned, and he growled, pressing his gorgeous cock into her ass.
He pushed his way inside of her until she was stretched so tight she thought she would burst. And he never stopped touching her. Through it all, his finger stroked and strummed.
“That’s it, baby, take it, take me. You were made to take me,” he growled. “Easy now, push back,” he instructed, hissing when she obeyed.
Instinctively, she loosened her limbs for him, and he started to move—in and out, in short strokes at first, then longer ones.
Fuck, he felt good.
Her she-Tiger snarled and roared. The beast loved the feel of his thick cock buried in her ass. His fingers never stopped moving, and soon she was pushing back taking all of him with every thrust.
“That’s good, kitten, so fucking good,” he grunted and started moving in earnest.
Meting out a rhythm in a dance as old as time, Michael took her virgin ass as he had taken the rest of her. Every last bit was his. She could feel it in their matebond as it danced and pulsed around them, intensifying with each and every coming together.
She had been in denial since she’d met him. Had known even as she’d walked away and shaken her head that he was the only man she would ever want and need. The only man she’d ever give control of her body to. The only man she would ever love.
“Michael!” she screamed his name as the now familiar heat of bliss began to build and build until she was bucking eagerly back into his thrusts.
Taking more of him and demanding even more at every turn. Christ, she was a goddamn nympho for the man!
Her fangs descended, and she turned her head, nipping his arm with her teeth as he loomed over her, caging her in. With every flex of muscle, he took her to new and unreached heights, furthering her bliss.
He growled at her, taking her cue and marking her again on her shoulder. Fuck, but she lived for his mate mark, and the sweet orgasmic pleasure that rushed forward as he swallowed her blood and filled her with his seed.
Sex between Shifters was a wild, bloody, orgasmic affair, as she’d discovered. But what they had, this uncontrollable desire to be with one another, this communion between fated mates, was positively cataclysmic.
Michael panted above her, and they both moaned when he withdrew from her well-loved body.
“Mate,” he grunted, leaning over to grab a cloth from the side table.
He wiped her clean and tucked her close to him. They would shower eventually. Had done so twice already, but she was too tired to move.
“Yes,” she replied, nuzzling his flesh with her nose and lips.
Kylie had never felt quite this safe and satisfied in ever. For the first time, she was home. Happiness filled her as sleep finally overcame her willfulness to stay awake—and yes, at that point nothing else had kept her eyes open. But she was calm now, happy in her post-orgasmic state of bliss.
She had never felt as treasured as she did in his arms. It was something she’d wished for all her life. Even if he decided later, he didn’t mean it. Even if this was only temporary.
No, she pushed away the negative vibes making her shiver and frown. They had no place here between them. Kylie would not allow those black thoughts to fill her, and instead, she listened to the steady beating of Michael’s heart beneath her ear.
Mate.
The next day.
“Good morning,” Kylie said aloud, as she entered the Pride clinic early the next morning,
She had woken up alone, a note tucked beside her telling her that Michael had a patient to see. Kylie had grinned at the silly little heart he’d used with an M next to it as his signature.
She’d been surprised at having slept nearly twelve hours straight through the night. She never did that. Walking through the house to the hallway, she came to a locked door that opened into the medical clinic. Kylie grinned and pushed it open as she studied the framed pictures and smiled at the drawings his younger patients had sent him.
“Hey! Morning,” her mate called back, coming out of a room to meet her.
His brilliant smile greeted her as he put down his patient’s chart in the sleeve hanging on the door and stalked over to where she stood nervously in the entryway.
The clinic waiting room was empty, though she could hear someone in one of the patient rooms waiting for him, she supposed. Kylie allowed him to pull her close, and accepted his good morning kiss with gusto.
She sighed contentedly as he wrapped her in his arms, loving the way her head rested just beneath his chin. It was quickly becoming her favorite place in the world.
“Did you sleep well?” he asked.
“Too well,” she answered.
“Ah, well, you earned a good rest,” he said, and she could feel his smile as his cheek pressed against her hair.