“Do it,” he snarled. “Mark me.”
She squeezed her eyes tightly shut and retracted her claws.
He growled. “Havana.”
“Your cat—”
“Needs this. I need it.” Tate pinched her nipple, making her eyes snap open. “Fucking do it. Mark me. Make sure every female out there knows I’m taken. Make sure none of the women from my past thinks they can—” He groaned as her teeth latched onto the crook of his neck. More, she dragged her claws down his back, roughly drawing blood.
Tate swore. His control gone, he hooked both her legs over his shoulders, and buried himself inside her yet again—deeper this time. So fucking deep it shocked the breath out of her.
He powered into her, feeling his orgasm creep toward him. “I love knowing my come is inside your belly right now.” It gave him a primitive satisfaction that his cat shared. “Know what else I love? Being balls-deep in this pussy. So fucking tight. Perfect. Made for me.”
Her upper lip curled back. “Yeah well your cock was made for me.”
“Every inch of it.” Feeling her pussy tighten and flutter, Tate slipped his hand between their bodies to part her folds, exposing her clit to every rough thrust of his cock.
Her eyes went wide. “Shit, shit, shit, I’m gonna …”
He slid his hand around her throat and squeezed. “All over my cock, baby, come all over … Christ, yeah.” Wave upon wave of pleasure thundered through him. He ground out her name as he shoved his cock deep and spilled himself inside her.
His heart thumping hard in his chest, Tate let her legs slip from his shoulders and draped himself over her. Resting his weight on his forearms, he slowly glided in and out of her, just enjoying the feel of her.
Once he’d finally gotten his breath back, he rolled over, taking her with him so that she was sprawled on top of him. The move pulled a little on the claw marks spanning his back, but he didn’t mind that. He liked feeling that twinge of pain; liked the reminder that she’d branded him.
She hummed. “If there’s an award out there for eating pussy, you totally deserve to win it.”
A low laugh rumbled his chest. “I don’t even have a response for that.”
She danced her fingers over his shoulder. “How’s your cat?”
“He’s not upset about the bite, babe, if that’s what you’re wondering. He’s actually pretty damn smug.”
Relief filled Havana, and the tightness in her chest eased away. “Good.” She poked his shoulder. “You mentioned the women from your past because you knew it would make me think of Ashlynn and that I’d want to brand you as a warning to her.”
He shrugged, unrepentant. “I needed you to power past your hesitation and stop fighting yourself. Is your devil unhappy that you marked me?”
“No. Which is a good sign.” If Havana had done it just a week ago, her devil would have pitched a fit for sure. “Seems like your plan to win her over is working.”
“But she hasn’t opened that mental door even a crack yet, has she?”
“She’s stubborn that way.”
“And highly protective of you.”
“That, too.”
He smoothed his hand up her back and delved it into her hair. “Stay here tonight.”
“Can’t. I didn’t pack a bag.” She snorted as his face morphed into that “why aren’t things going my way, I’m confused” frown that never failed to tickle her.
“You have some of your things here,” he pointed out.
“But not everything I need.”
“So let’s go to your place and pick up more of your stuff. I don’t want us sleeping in separate beds. I like waking up and seeing you right there.”
“Hmm, well, you are a pleasant sight to wake to, so I won’t argue. Come on then, let’s go to my place.”
Walking into the living area of her apartment a short time later, Havana saw a highly agitated Camden standing near the bookcase. As she took in the entire scene, she could only sigh.
A black mamba was curled up on the bookcase, a large part of her lower body dangling from the piece of furniture … and the base of her body wrapped tight around a bearcat’s neck. Choking, the bearcat kicked and scratched. Then she sank her teeth into the snake, who hissed loudly.
Havana cursed beneath her breath. “You two have got to be kidding me.”
Both animals froze. Their gazes snapped to her and then briefly slid away.
“Put her down,” Havana told the mamba.
The snake did it fast, no doubt roughly dumping the bearcat on the hardwood floor on purpose just to be a bitch.
Camden scratched his head. “I tried calming them down, Havana. It didn’t work. They both went to bite me when I intervened.”
Havana scrubbed a hand down her face. “I’m honestly worried they’ll kill each other one day.”
Coming up behind her, Tate splayed a hand on her back. “I don’t think they’ll kill each other. Well, not on purpose.”