“Sure. I want you to feel free to tell me whatever is on your mind.”
“When I first met Gerri, I thought she was full of shit. She didn’t ask a single question about the type of person I was interested in. My meeting with her felt like nothing more than a huge waste of time,” Allie laughed. “There! I said it! I’m glad I was wrong about her.” She squeezed his hand lightly.
“I’m glad you were wrong too. I’ve known Gerri for a while, so I knew without a doubt that she would eventually find my mate. You …” He may have harbored a few doubts, but once he saw Allie, he knew those doubts were nothing but unfounded fears of him spending the rest of his life alone.
“It’s been a surprising day,” Allie said with a smile.
“Is that a good or bad thing?”
“It’s a good thing. Definitely a good thing.”
“How about we make it even better?” he asked with a smirk.
“I like the sound of that.” Allie laughed as Marc jumped up from his seat and scooped her into his arms.
EIGHT
ALLIE
Allie giggled like a schoolgirl as Marc carried her to the tent. Sure, she had dated strong shifters before, but with Marc, there was something different. Maybe, it was the fact that he was also a tiger, or it could have been that they were fated mates. Hell, it could have been his scent that left her feeling drugged. Either way, being in his arms was unlike anything she had ever experienced.
Setting her on her feet, he unzipped the tent and kicked off his shoes before stepping inside. Allie quickly followed suit and slipped in behind him. The flames from the fire flickered, creating a natural ambiance within the nylon fabric.
Her heart fluttered. Anticipation tore through her. Even though they had already had sex, she was still nervous, and she didn’t know why.
“Easy, gorgeous. There’s no reason to be nervous,” Marc said, pulling her into his arms.
“I know. It’s silly, really. It’s not like we haven’t done this already.” She laid her head on his chest. The rhythmic beats of his heart helped to calm her nerves and anxiety.
His fingers danced gently through her hair and down her shoulder, stopping just above her breasts. “I couldn’t have asked for a more beautiful mate.” Marc’s lips closed over hers. Sweet Jesus, she loved his kisses. They were soft and warm yet demanding. There was no room for negotiation.
She knew exactly what he wanted. In fact, her own body hummed for it. Desired him more than anything else in the world. Her arms wound around his neck. She gasped as his hand traveled over her breast, and her nipples pebbled under his touch.
His tongue darted into her mouth, searching out her tongue. It was almost as if he was making love to her mouth. She moaned into him as his hand slid farther south under her shorts. She pawed at his shirt, pushing it out of the way.
“You have too many clothes on,” she moaned.
“That problem has an easy solution.” Marc sat up and yanked his shirt over his head, tossing it to the corner of the tent. He shimmied out of his jeans. They quickly followed the same path as his shirt. “Better?” he asked when he lay back down.
“So, so, much better. You’re so hot.” He really was a beautiful man. Tall and sexy beyond belief. As he lay sprawled out on the sleeping bag, Allie kissed a path down his wide, muscled chest to his stomach. The heat from his body scorched her lips. The head of his cock reached up proudly to his naval.
She ran her tongue over the tip, tasting the drop of precum that had formed. He was sweet and salty, and altogether addictive. Without even thinking about it, her hand wrapped around the base of his cock as her mouth closed over the bulbous head. Pumping her fist up and down his length, she met each of her strokes with her mouth. Up and down, in and out.
“God! That feels amazing,” he groaned. His fingers tunneled into her hair.
Allie had never once been turned on by sucking a cock. Never. But when it came to Marc, she could do this all day … every day. It was just the act of going down on him that turned her on, though. Really, it was enough because his cock was gorgeous. Long and hard and perfectly thick in all the right places.
And it was also his response to her. The way he lifted his hips almost forcing her to take him deeper into her mouth. The way his hand held her head on his cock, encouraging her along. It was seriously fucking hot.
“Baby, you need to stop before you finish me off. There’s so much more I want to do with you.” Marc pulled her up onto him.
“But I was having fun.” Allie pouted. There was no need to pretend anything. She had been enjoying herself more than she should have been.
“You can have more fun later.” He continued to slide her up his chest. “Right now, I want your pussy on my face,” he growled.
“Mmm. Yes, please!” Allie squatted above Marc’s face as he’d requested. Any pouting that had been there disappeared the second his hands wrapped around her hips, and his tongue landed on her clit.
“Fuck! You taste like candy.”