The Maverick Pride Tales - Chapter 89: Chapter 89

As soon as he was finished, he wanted to play a game pretending he was Paul Bunyan riding Babe the Blue Ox. Michael readily accepted the challenge and dropped to his knees bellowing like some kind of hurt cow, but Kylie had to give him props.
He was wonderful. Michael even gave the boy a ride around the empty office while the two women smiled and cheered them on.
Kylie laughed at their playful antics and her she-Tiger pressed against her mind. She purred softly and approvingly of her mate’s activities. He was going to make an excellent father to their cubs.
If she stuck around and got the chance to find out. But she wouldn’t. Not if she left him.
“Okay, Paulie, that’s enough for now. You did a good job, buddy! Pamela, just give me a second to get you the paper you need for his return to school,” Michael told the mother, nothing but professional as he spoke.
When he turned to Kylie with glittering dark eyes, she saw heat and more in his gaze. The jealousy she had felt earlier was gone. No matter what, Michael was serious about her being the only one for him. She would be a fool to waste this chance.
“Wait for me?” he asked.
“Sure,” she said.
“Thank you for the story, Mrs. Doc Mikey,” Paulie said and giggled.
“Yes,” Pamela added, holding her son’s hand, “Thank you.”
“No problem. He’s a very sweet boy,” she said, and watched as Pamela’s usually hard face softened for a moment.
“He’s my whole life,” she said honestly.
And Kylie felt the truth in her words. It seemed she had been very wrong about the she-Cat. True, Pamela had not made life easy for Kylie’s friends, but the woman had been a victim of abuse.
She had been seriously wronged, and if Gretchen could forgive her—even more than that, she was trying to help the female—then Kylie had no cause to spread any more grief around.
Kylie watched her talk to her son, and Pamela did really look good, she thought to herself. Better somehow, like she was healthier than she had when Kylie had first arrived in Maverick Point. Maybe Gretchen was right, and the woman deserved a second chance.
“Here you go,” Michael came in, and handed Pamela an envelope.
“Thanks,” she said, and nodded awkwardly.
She was dressed in a neat pair of jeans with a long-sleeved blouse that was at odds with how she used to look, Kylie realized. She seemed to have put on weight, and it agreed with her. She was softer somehow. And that couldn’t be a bad thing.
Pamela and Paulie both waved goodbye before heading outdoors to the overwhelming New Jersey summer heat.
Michael quickly closed the door behind them and stalked over to his mate. He placed both hands on her hips and brought his forehead down to touch hers.
A sense of perfect harmony and peace, along with a bone deep need for the man, had her inner Tiger rearing up and pushing Kylie to mash herself to him.
The rock-hard evidence of his own echoing desire pressed against her soft belly and a resounding purr built in her throat.
“Mate,” he nuzzled her face until his lips found hers, capturing them in a soul-searing kiss that had them both breathless in seconds.
“We can’t do this now,” she moaned, but zippers and buttons were hurriedly opened and a moment later, Michael had her half-naked and against the cool, painted wall.
“I locked the door,” he murmured as he lifted her up and found her with his throbbing manhood.
Legs splayed with her jeans dangling from one foot and his glorious cock buried between her slick folds, Kylie moaned and clung to him as Michael suckled her nipple, biting the hard nubbin while he pumped his hips.
She all but melted as he pressed deep inside, claiming her body with the same miraculous strength he had all through the night before.
And early that morning too.
His need was as great as her own, she realized with a shiver that raced down her spine all the way to where they were joined. Fuck, she loved the way he filled her.
“Mine,” he grunted as he drove her mindless with desire.
He was wild and rough, relentless in his pursuit of their mutual and undeniable pleasure. And yet, Michael was breathtakingly tender, and oh so careful. Even cradled the back of her head with his hands to keep her from banging it as he slammed his hips into hers, essentially fucking her stupid.
And wasn’t that just positively delicious?
Her entire body sizzled. She was no longer in control of her actions, no, Kylie was a puppet dancing to his tune. His mastery of her body proved her complete undoing.
“Gonna come,” she moaned, scratching at his shoulders underneath his opened shirt.
That just made him all the more eager to please her. His muscles rippled and he worked harder. Fucking her sublimely with that body she loved so much. His bulk was typically hidden behind nicely made clothes and impeccable manners, which was why she had damn near swallowed her tongue the first time she saw him standing naked as the day he was born. And when he was like this, raw and out of control, Kylie was a certified goner.
He was so fucking gorgeous. Especially when he was fucking her, she thought with a somewhat crude and wicked grin.
“More,” she growled, squeezing her thighs tight around his narrow waist.
He growled but complied, giver that he was, strumming her clit with one hand while his dick did magnificent things to her. Each stroke of his veined shaft sent tendrils of unparalleled pleasure spiking through her blood.
She could see it just there, hovering in the near future. That glorious gift of the perfect release that only her mate could give her.
“Want,” she murmured. “Need,” she cried.
“Now,” he commanded.
And that was all it took. A gruff demand from her sexy as fuck mate, and finally, it was hers. Kylie came hard, screaming his name. She roared her fulfillment, biting him again on his neck, and Michael bellowed in turn.
He filled her with his cum, mashing his hips to hers and pressing his pubis against her needy clit. Stars exploded behind her eyes, and her pleasure went on and on, spiraling into infinity.
Amber gold eyes watched her, and Kylie’s beast surged forward. She finally released her hold on his skin, fangs receding, as she lapped at the wound, sealing it, and dropping a soft kiss to apologize for the hurt.
Typically, one bite would do, but over the last day and a half she quickly realized they’d given each other half a dozen mating marks minimum. Whatever happened, she wouldn’t be going anywhere.
Her she-Tiger wouldn’t allow it. She knew that, and finally, she accepted it. Their matebond flexed and pulsed around them, wrapping them both in a cocoon of love and Shifter magic.
Shit. She loved the man. Like truly, madly, deeply in love.
The realization was powerful even as they remained locked in place. Working hard to regain their breaths, she almost did not hear it when a knock sounded at the door.
“Hold on,” Michael yelled, and turned back, kissing her lips before he eased out of her.
She was wobbly on her feet, but he helped her stand and even wound up half-dressing her. Kylie was too cock-stunned to move. She’d understood it when he’d claimed her that he had been hers from the start, but Kylie had not acknowledged what that truly meant until right now.
Fated mates.
A fairytale for Shifters, but real too. She had found hers. Even more, she loved him. Like that head over heels, sappy movie, and awful country music kind of love. Kylie laughed softly, and he cocked his head to the side as he righted his own clothes.
“What is it?”
“Nothing,” she said, and nodded towards the door where someone was pounding away.
“Coming,” he growled.
“We did that already,” she snarked, and he did a double take.
“Feisty little kitten,” he grinned and winked at her.
“I hate to go, but I have patients,” he said as he went to the door, but she was already nodding.
“And I have to get ready for the baby shower,” she replied.
“I’ll see you there later?”
“Yes. Of course,” he said. “And Kylie?”
“Yeah?”
“I don’t want you to worry yourself thinking to death about this all day, but I thought you should know⁠—”
“Know what?” she asked, retying her sneaker.
“I love you.”