Tymber Dalton - Doggy Tales

She returned to their table and caught his amused smile.

“What?” she asked as she took her seat.

He leaned in and nipped her earlobe. “You are a wet, wet girl, aren’t you?”

Her body heated at the purring tone of his voice. How the hell could he purr when he hadn’t said any r’s was beyond her, but he did.

She managed a squeaky, “Uh-huh!”

“Would you like to go back to my place?”

She started to stand when he chuckled and placed a staying hand on her shoulder. “I meant after dinner.”

“Why wait?”

He looked at her before bursting out into gales of laughter. “I guess you’re right.”

They were practically ripping each other’s clothes off before he even kicked his front door shut behind them.

“I don’t normally do this,” he rumbled against the base of her throat where his tongue was doing delicious things to her libido even without any contact with the more sensitive regions of her erogenous zones. “I don’t normally take a woman home on the first date.”

“Neither do I,” she gasped, “but I don’t care!”

He scooped her up into his arms and carried her into his bed. He was totally naked by the time he pounced on her and pushed her legs apart. She heard the rip of fabric, and then he tossed the remnants of her panties over his shoulder onto the floor.

“I’ll buy you new ones,” he said before his head disappeared beneath her skirt.

She fell back to the pillows, moaning, his tongue rasping along her clit and dissolving conscious thought. Shirt and bra off and somewhere on the living room floor, she realized he was making a purring sound as he licked and sucked at her pussy.

“You…taste…sooo…good,” he murmured between strokes.

She moaned in reply, unable to speak as the first of several orgasms wiped out her fine motor skills for a few minutes.

When he finally came up for air, he pulled her skirt down and flipped her over, pulling her up to her knees and yanking her skirt the rest of the way off.

She heard the sound of a condom, then the biggest, hardest cock she’d ever felt started slowly pressing for entrance.

Fists buried in the pillows, she fucked herself back onto his enormous rod. “Oohhh god, yes!” she screamed as yet another orgasm washed over her.

Never…this…good…ever!

He held still inside her until she recovered, then he started moving again, slowly at first, then picking up speed and force until his thighs slapped against the back of hers and she felt like her body would never stop rippling in waves of pleasant passion.

He let out a roar that reminded her of a mountain lion’s scream as his own climax hit. His body slammed into hers, her brain turning into some sort of pleasure-filled soup as they collapsed onto the bed, his weight comfortably pinning her to the mattress.

She found his hand and laced her fingers through his, pleased when he squeezed her hand. He nuzzled the back of her neck, gently nipping, his cock and her clit simultaneously twitching with renewed interest.

He purred in her ear. “You are so wonderful.”

Again with the purring. He reminded her of a big cat.

“You’re pretty damn great yourself,” she managed.

With lithe agility, he rose up, flipped her over, and covered her body with his again. “I want you,” he whispered. “I want you to be mine.”

Reality struggled for a foothold in her brain. “Huh?”

He kissed her. “Marry me. Be my mate. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.”

Sitting up, she pushed him off and scrambled up the bed away from him. “What? Are you crazy ? We just met!”

He followed her on all fours, stalking her, his blue eyes blazing. “Tell me you don’t feel it. I can smell it on you. Tell me you don’t feel something for me that you’ve never felt before for any other man.”

“I…I…” She always was a sucky liar. “Okay, yes, something, but marriage?”

He grabbed her and kissed her again, nearly melting her reserve until her sanity sent her a telegram. She pushed him away again.

“This is crazy!”

He sat back and shook his head. “I know what I know. My kind does. Just like Scudder and Tessa.”

“What?”

He was taking a huge chance. The only reason he did was because he knew, one thousand percent, that she was meant to be his mate.

“Scudder is a shape-shifter like me. Well, sort of like me. He’s a canine. I’m a feline.”

Startled, Kaylie’s face went blank for a moment before she started laughing. “That’s a good one. Riiight. Shape-shifter. Sure. I think that orgasm fried your brain.”

He realized his cock was still sheathed by the used condom. He yanked it off and threw it on the floor to deal with later. Then he closed his eyes and shifted.

Kaylie’s laugh died in her throat, followed by something she thought might have sounded like a strangled scream, except she couldn’t seem to force any air into her lungs. A huge panther with blue eyes and blond fur the same color of Frank’s now sat on the end of the bed where Frank had just been.

Frozen in place by fear and disbelief, she realized she couldn’t move as the large cat silently stalked up the bed again until it lay between her legs, its chin now resting on her belly.

And as it started vibrating, she realized it was purring.

How had her evening gone from mind-blowing sex to something out of a horror movie? “Nice…kitty?” she whispered, too terrified to move.

She swore the beast smiled at her.

Frank waited her out. He knew from talking to some of his cousins that once the initial shock wore off and the screaming stopped, that usually the mates started processing what their eyes were showing them and their minds started working again.

He was just glad his neighbors were in Bermuda on vacation. Her screams wouldn’t attract unwanted attention.

She slowly started to move out from under him. He moved with her, following her as she backed out of the bedroom and down the stairs, her eyes never leaving him. He continued purring and hoped they could get past this stage quickly and get back to the fucking portion of the evening.

He could spend all of his life with his cock buried inside her.

And spend his life loving her. Without a doubt.

In the living room, she grabbed her purse. He wasn’t sure where she thought she would go with nothing but her purse, but then she glanced around and before he could shift back, she spun around, dashed into the guest bath, and locked herself in.

Crap. He shifted back and lightly tapped on the door. “Kaylie? Honey, please, come out and talk to me. It’s going to be okay.”

He heard her speaking to someone in low, hysterical tones. He knocked a little louder, heard her nearly panicked squeak and the speed of her conversation pick up. Sure he could either break the door down or pick the lock, but that would only terrify her more.

Before he could talk to her again, his cell phone rang. He ignored it and pleaded with her to come out, to listen to him. Then his house phone rang. He let it go to the machine when he heard Ivan’s voice.

“Frank? Pick up right the fuck now.”

“Crap!” He leapt the couch and grabbed the handset before the machine could cut him off. “What?”

“What the fuck is going on? I’ve got Scudder Harris on the phone saying his wife’s cousin is hysterical and locked in your bathroom!”

He let out a groan. Fan-fucking-tastic. “Yeah, I just showed her my shift. I asked her to be my mate.”

“Oh, Jesus H. Christ! I’m on my way.”

Before Frank could respond, he was listening to a dial tone.