Shifting Priorities: Mating Frenzy
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by Anne Kane
Category: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica/Science Fiction
Description: Mykael knows that his co-pilot is also his bond-mate, but she refuses to acknowledge it, and his patience is running out. Megan doesn't want to settle down, but she has no problems using the Imperial were-panther to sate her sexual urges. When their ship malfunctions they are forced to land on a primitive planet, where they find themselves exploring more than the unique landscape.
eBook Publisher: Changeling Press LLC, 2010 2010
eBookwise Release Date: April 2010
42 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [67 KB]
Reading time: 36-51 min.
"That's right. Take it deeper." Thrusting his engorged shaft into the moist cavity of her mouth, Mykael wound the silken strands of Megan's dark hair around his fingers.
Lust coiled in the pit of his stomach as her talented tongue slid tauntingly along his shaft. Her long, dark lashes swept up, and she smiled around the mouthful of cock before she reached up and wrapped her fingers around his balls, massaging with just enough pressure to send erotic darts of need shooting down his spine.
Mykael sucked in a deep breath and clenched his teeth, forcing down the beast that rose within him. She knew the effect she had on his control, and that knowledge danced in the mischievous depths of her eyes. Circling his hips, he closed his eyes and concentrated on the fiery heat that swept through him as she worked his cock and balls.
She was his bond-mate, whether she admitted it or not. Only the scent of a bond-mate's lust could cause an Imperial were-panther to shift involuntarily, and he'd found himself doing just that more than once in her presence. They'd been partners aboard the Wanderer for two galactic cycles now, and lovers for even longer. His patience was at an end.
With one last deep thrust, he withdrew his shaft from her mouth and pulled her up against him to claim her mouth. She opened her lips to his demanding tongue, allowing him to plunder her sweetness. He could taste the lingering traces of himself on her lips, and his cock hardened even more in anticipation.
Scooping her up in his arms, he tossed her onto the sleeping platform, following her down to reclaim her lips as he stroked the familiar curves of her body. He nipped her lower lip with his teeth, and she snarled softly even as he licked the tiny hurt away.
"Don't get any ideas, old man. I'm not one of those submissive mates like your friend has."
He licked his way back down to the hollow of her throat. "If you're referring to Jexx, I don't think there's a submissive bone in that girl's body." He could feel her pulse beneath his tongue. "And quit referring to me as an old man. I'm in my prime, and more than male enough to keep you satisfied."
Megan's expression softened and she giggled, circling his shaft with her hand. "You certainly are, but you're decades older than me."
"Which makes me experienced enough to handle a little hellion like you." He could smell her sex, the ripe aroma urging him to bury himself balls-deep in its slick warmth, but he wasn't in the mood for a quickie. He had a plan, and he needed her worn out enough to sleep right through his little foray on the ship's navigational computer this evening. He captured one peaked nipple between his lips and scored it with his teeth. Megan whimpered and arched her back, offering herself up to his lustful attention. He loved the way her gray eyes clouded with passion when they made love.
He clamped down firmly on his libido, keeping his lust under control while he worshiped her body with his hands, his lips, and his tongue. Working his way slowly toward her mound, he enjoyed the feel of her thrashing against him. She took great pleasure in every minute of his attention, letting him know how much she enjoyed their sexual liaison. But she refused to even discuss a permanent bonding.
She gasped, a wordless plea escaping her lips. He dipped his tongue to taste her belly button, swirling it around the tiny dimple as he mapped the width of her hips with his hands.
"Not too old to make you beg, now, am I?" He captured her gaze, holding it as he moved his mouth lower and slid one finger into the sweet heat radiating from between her thighs.
"Ye Goddess, no! You're the best lover I've ever had." She bucked her hips upward to impale herself on his finger, and he raked his thumb across the hard nub of her clit.
"So what do you want?"
"I want to be fucked."
He shook his head, raking his finger down the wall of tender flesh inside her. "Not good enough. What do you want?"
"I want you to fuck me." Frustration edged her reply.
Mykael chuckled. "Be more explicit. I am fucking you. With my finger."
"Damn it! I want your cock buried deep inside my pussy, and you know it."
"Oh, I do know it." He lifted her legs effortlessly, holding them wide to probe her slick entrance with the head of his cock. "The smell of your wet pussy is particularly intoxicating this moon phase." He knew his smile was less than reassuring.
Megan raised one shapely eyebrow. "Not hoping I'm in heat, are you? Because I'm not so stupid as to let you impregnate me."
He rammed himself deep with a powerful thrust of his hips, ignoring her gasp at the sudden entry. "Stupid enough to let me impregnate you? Make no mistake. When I start our child growing in your womb, it's going to be because we both want it."