“Naughty little kitten,” I breathe down at her as I yank down her dress and free those perfect little breasts. They're swollen beautifully in her pregnancy, and I can't get enough of them. I lean down and suck on one as she arches her back up to me.
“I don't know what you're talking about,” she denies in a silky voice.
My fingers find their way under her dress. I push aside her panties and plunge two fingers inside her. She's soaking wet, so I slip in easily. “Motherfucker. Your sweet little kitty is weeping for me,” I groan against her skin.
“Raoul,” she moans, all pretenses gone. I know exactly how to make my mate detonate. All it takes is a few calculated swirls of my thumb across her clit, and she's soaking my hand with moisture as she bites down against my shoulder to keep from screaming out so the entire dining hall doesn't hear what we're doing.
I claim her lips in a searing kiss, marveling at the way she tastes just as sweet as she did the first time. “So damn perfect. Every damn time,” I whisper against her lips in between kisses. My cock feels like it's about to burst through my zipper. With a groan, I reach down and release it with one hand as I lift Mya’s ass with the other. She willingly wraps her arms and legs around me as I position myself at her entrance and then slide in in one clean thrust.
We moan in unison, and I don't even try to be gentle. I rear my hips back until I’m nearly all the way out before I slam up inside her again.
Mya curses, and that only makes my blood boil hotter. “Whose are you?” I demand.
“Yours,” she answers me breathlessly.
It doesn't matter how many times I've had my mate, my claiming is just as possessive and obsessive as always. If I thought I was obsessed with her before, it's only magnified a hundredfold since I've had her. Every time I have her, it only makes me want more. It doesn't lessen the need at all. It just makes it that much more intense.
“Who's the only one that can make this little kitty purr like this?”
Mya doesn't answer me right away. She's got her head thrown back, her eyes closed to sensation. I take the opportunity to suck on the creamy column of her throat, leaving another mark since my previous one has faded.
I slow down my thrusts, and she lets out a whimper of protest. I tilt her chin to me and prompt her again, “Who?”
“You!” she half growls, half screams in a mixture of frustration and desire.
“Damn right,” I tell her before I begin to pound up into her harder and faster, giving her what she needs. I want to feel her pussy fluttering all over me when I come inside her.
“Raoul!” she screams my name as she convulses around me.
My breath stutters as I unload myself deep inside her, groaning at the way my seed rips out of my balls and tears up my stalk. It’s so intense I almost pass out as I stand there, my chest heaving as I fight for breath.
Mya’s little chest is panting up and down too as she goes lax in my arms.
“How do you get better and better every time?” I ask her.
She grins up at me before she teases, “I'm just good like that.”
I laugh and kiss her soundly, “Yes, you are,” I agree. “You're perfect.”
She smiles up at me, and her smile is so radiant it takes my breath away. She lights up my entire world. In Mya, I found more than my mate. I found my other half, my queen, my soulmate—and I'm never going to let her go. It's my mission to make her purr for the rest of our days. I might be the tiger king, but I bow to my fiery little queen.
THE END