Gedeon couldn’t think of a way to stop her. The red stoplight illuminated her as she dragged her panties down and kicked them aside. He groaned, his body so hard he was afraid he would shatter. It seemed an impossible task for his trousers to keep the monster inside. His foot hit the gas pedal the moment the light turned green.
Her fingers began sliding between her legs. “You have to do something. You have to make it stop.”
He pulled the Audi into the garage and turned toward her, inhaling deeply. “I’m right here, baby. We’ve got this.”
He stroked caresses up her thigh. She reacted instantly, trying to move her body into his hand. “I’m taking you upstairs where we have room to do this right.”
“I can’t wait.” It was a wail.
He didn’t answer her. He rushed around to her side of the car and dragged her off the seat, flung her over his shoulder and took the elevator straight to her suite. He had a code to get in and he used it. The moment he opened the door, the scent of a female leopard in heat filled his lungs. Slayer roared in triumph. There was no doubt that Meiling had a leopard. The cat had left Meiling in a terrible sexual state.
The moment he set Meiling on the rumpled bedsheets, she was up on her hands and knees, crawling toward him, hungry gaze fixed on the bulging front of his trousers. Her hands immediately opened his waistband, tore at his zipper and pulled it down to free his cock. He reached down and tugged at the little halter top, pulling it free from around her neck.
“Lose the skirt, Lotus,” he commanded.
Her eyes were glazed over, and for a moment she didn’t move, spellbound by the sight of his enormous cock. She stroked it with one hand while she pulled off the skirt with the other. That left her in her heels, bangles and gold earrings. He unbuttoned his shirt and flung it aside, shoved off loafers and trousers and simply flipped her onto her back.
“I see you tried this toy,” he murmured, kissing her chin and then biting it with his strong teeth. “How did that work for you?”
She was writhing under him, her hands moving all over his body. Panting. Begging him for his cock. He kissed his way to her breasts. Her nipples were sensitive beyond belief, hard little pebbles, conduits straight to her clit. She cried out each time he licked, sucked or bit at them.
“It made it worse,” she gasped. “I’m on fire.”
“What were you going to do at the club, Meiling? Find someone to put out the fire for you? Is that why you went there?” Just the thought of her with another man had him snarling with rage.
He nipped at her belly button and lapped at her bare pussy lips. She lifted her hips, desperate for him to help her. He caught up the toy and pressed the button on low, slowly inserting it, watching her face as he flicked her clit and then traced circles around it and over it.
“Answer me, baby, what were you going to do?”
She rode the toy, driving down on it, her moans louder. “Yes. Like you. I was going to find someone to fuck until this went away. First I thought if I danced until I wore myself out it would stop, but it didn’t, so I was going to find someone at the end of the night.”
But not him. She hadn’t come to Gedeon for help. She was honest. He had to give her that. She’d also been drinking to give herself courage to go through with her plan. He tried not to be angry or hurt. His body was too aroused. He was worn out from fighting Slayer. He couldn’t handle this wrong and have her despise him in the morning for taking advantage of her.
More than anything, he wanted to take advantage of her. He wanted to claim her for his own. Slayer raged at him, wanted to try to bring the female to the surface. He cautioned the cat over and over to be patient. They had to do this right. Meiling deserved right. He’d been careful of her all this time; he wasn’t about to blow it at the last moment.
She hadn’t been able to get herself off using the toy, but he was far more experienced than she was. He used his hands, his mouth and her toy until she was screaming, her body nearly convulsing, the orgasms rolling through her.
Gedeon tossed the toy aside and put her legs over his shoulders, desperate for her taste. She was fast becoming an addiction. No one had ever tasted the way she did. An aphrodisiac. He didn’t know if it was because her female leopard had been so close, spilling hormones into her bloodstream, or because she was meant for him alone, but he was greedy beyond anything he’d known.