Night of the Lions (Lions of Manhattan 1)

“You mean, he isn’t human?”

“Baby, the way you’re saying it suggests that me and my brothers aren’t human either.”

“All of this is just a big joke to you, isn’t it?”

“Catherine…”

She slid from his lap. “I should have known. Well, ha-ha. Thank you for the laugh.”

“You owe me a kiss.”

“The hell.” Cat strode out of his office angrily. She paused only to scowl. “You sleep on the couch tonight.”

Gabe groaned. His cock strained under his briefs to the point that it hurt. The hell. The hell he’d let her go this time. He’d told her the truth, though deep inside he’d known she wouldn’t easily believe it. But he was telling her the truth. He deserved that kiss.

Gabe got up from his chair to follow her to his bedroom. He was going to collect that kiss whether she liked it or not.

Cat slammed the door, fuming. That man! Of course he was going to lie. He just wanted to mess with her. Werelions. What’s up with that? Her face flushed with heat. She wasn’t sure if it was because he’d toyed with her or the fact that he’d demanded a kiss. Cat remembered when he’d licked the side of her jaw and sucked her earlobe. She hadn’t been able to breathe. All the bones in her body had melted instantly. She was mad. Mostly furious at herself, because she couldn’t stay mad at Gabriel.

The door behind her burst open. Cat instinctively shielded her nakedness. Even that didn’t do much. Gabriel didn’t focus on her bare body. His eyes zeroed on hers. Five strides later, he enclosed her in his arms. He crushed his mouth on hers, kissing her greedily. She squirmed in his arms, her protest weak and futile. She almost fainted when he gave her a chance to breathe.

“Ask me a question. Anything,” he rasped.

“Why are you doing this?” Cat wanted to kick herself in the shin afterward. The questions weren’t free. They came with strings attached. “I didn’t mean that. Void!”

The hungry smile on Gabriel’s face widened. “No one makes a deal with me and voids it. That’s not the way things work.” He swept her off her feet and carried her to the bed. Her back hit the mattress and a heartbeat later he was on top of her. “You asked me why am I doing this. It’s because I want you. Ever since I saw you in the club. I couldn’t get you out of my mind.”

“You’re doing this to distract me from the truth.”

“Seems to me you’re the one who doesn’t want to face the truth.”

“Werelions don’t exist.”

“In due time, my sweet Catherine, I shall prove to you it’s true.” Gabriel brushed his lips on hers. Nibbling. Exploratory kisses.

Cat willed herself not to respond. But three kisses later and she found herself kissing him back. Her back arched as he thrust his tongue into her mouth. She ground her hips exasperatedly against his, rubbing his bulging hardness.

Gabriel snaked his hand over her breast, palming and kneading. He pinched it and rolled her nipple with such mastery that a deep, drawing sensation shimmered in her pussy. Gabriel broke the kiss and trailed wet licks over her chest. “God.” He hissed, staring at her breasts. “I love them. They fit perfectly in my palms.” He squeezed her again.

Cat moaned.

“Your nipples are so pretty. Like ripe berries.” Gabriel took a curious lick. “Mm. Sweet. Taste even better than any berries.” Gabriel lowered his head. He darted his tongue out and flicked it against her nipple. She jerked. A high-octane pleasure jolted through her. Gabriel traced her areola with the tip of his tongue. Her heart thumped harder. He sucked her breast greedily, making her toes curl.

Jesus. Cat grabbed his shoulders and clawed her nails into his expensive shirt, not caring if she ruined it. Her spine kinked in pleasure. Each suck made her tummy flutter and her pussy clench, wet with desire. Gabriel released her nipple. His gaze shifted to her untouched one. He latched onto it hungrily. Cat yelped. Pure pleasure swept her mind to oblivion. She writhed and bit her lower lip. If she screamed, would anybody hear what they were doing? The bedroom door wasn’t closed properly. Was there anybody else in Gabriel’s apartment?

Cat clawed the bed sheet. Her spine felt as if it had melted into liquid. Gabriel wasn’t only sucking her, he was also playing with her nipple. His tongue circled the tip of it where it was most sensitive. Suddenly, she wanted to come so badly. Her pussy quivered and creamed.

She wanted to yell again when he released her. Both her nipples were red, hot and throbbing from the delicious abuse. Gabe’s eyes gleamed with lust—they were almost luminous.

“Ask me another question.” His voice was gruff. Needy.

“Are you crazy?”

“Hmm. Yes, I am. Crazy about you.” With both hands, he splayed her thighs apart. Her pussy was bare for him to see.

“Gabriel!”

He dived into her pussy and gave the hood of her clit a long lick. The impact was devastating. She would have dropped on to her knees and keeled over if she hadn’t already been on her back. She closed her thighs, trying to push him away. Gabriel growled and planted his hands firmly on her flesh, shoving her legs apart again. He licked her wet seam and paused before her clitoris. He looked up. Their gazes clashed. A smile spread on his face. Cat mewled when he sucked her clit the way he had sucked her nipples. Unadulterated pleasure shot through her centre, paralysing her being for long seconds.