Leopard's Wrath (Leopard People 11)

Her breath was coming in a singsong cry, soft, almost heartbreaking music. He pulled out of her, turned her into his arms and took her mouth. Her kisses were like those flames crawling through his body, stirring his senses, driving him mad.

“She needs to come out, baby,” he whispered, resting his forehead on hers. She had her eyes closed and he waited, feeling the shivers moving through her as her female fought the natural emergence. He waited until he was looking into her eyes. Those dark purple eyes, dripping with fear, ringed with a dark ferocity that told him Jewel was very, very close. “You have to help her, Ania.”

“Tell me how.”

He barely recognized her voice. Her leopard was so close she was affecting Ania’s speech patterns. He felt the ripples under her skin. The pushing of the leopard in her body.

“Talk to her. Reassure her. Coax her. Tell her how she’ll run free and her mate will find her every bit as alluring as I find you.”

Ania’s gaze clung to his for a long moment and he knew she needed almost as much reassurance as her leopard. Her body was still on fire. Inflamed. Her hips pushed hard against his, rubbing. She found his thigh, straddled it and rubbed, the sexiest thing possible, and just that fast his cock was as hard as a diamond.

“Can’t you be in me? I want to ride you, Mitya. Let me have your cock.”

He knew he shouldn’t. Hell. Who was he kidding? There was no way to stop himself. He lifted her into his arms and waited for her to wrap her legs around him. He buried himself in an inferno, taking his breath, robbing him completely of all good sense. The moment she sheathed him, the familiar fire was there instantly. He laid her on the hood of the car again, dragging just her bottom off, so he could drive into her as he gave her instructions. It wasn’t easy to think, but it was necessary.

“Try to connect now, while we’re fucking. This is mating, this is what she needs. The feel of her mate’s cock driving into her, putting out that fire for her. Share it, Ania. Share how this feels with her. The beauty. The savagery. The balance between brutal and bliss. Lure her to the surface.”

“I can’t think.”

His hands went to her breasts so only the strength of his body kept her in position. Each time she slipped toward him, he slammed his body into her, driving her back onto the hood. His fingers were rough, tugging. Rolling. Pinching. “Do it, damn it.”

Ania nodded, her gaze clinging to Mitya’s. He was so strong. His face was carved into a mask of sheer sensuality. Lust was there in every line. In his eyes. Flames seemed to burn in his eyes, turning them that deep arctic blue. His hands were nearly as hard as his cock, but she wanted harder. She wanted to feel his teeth. She wanted her mouth on him. She wanted . . . just wanted. Her mind was so chaotic, but her body was in a frenzy of need.

There was no disobeying Mitya when he used that tone, and she had to get past the fires roaring through her and reach her leopard. It was the only way for this to stop. If it didn’t stop, she feared she’d go insane. The hard drive of his body sent her back skidding along the hood of the car. She could still feel the way his hands had smacked her bottom, and between her legs she was so slick and hot she thought she would implode. Or just burn up.

“Damn it, Ania. Do what I tell you or I stop.”

He couldn’t stop. There was no stopping. She stared up at the sky. The sun was setting, so that streaks of gray slid through the fire of orange trying to peek through the clouds rolling across the sky. Every stroke sent matching flames streaking through her body. She reached deep.

Jewel. Baby, I’ll help you. I’ll be with you every step of the way.

What if he hurts me?

She felt the leopard tremble. Both knew she was so close there was no turning back. She had no choice. She had risen, and the raging hormones were doing the rest. Taking them both over. Giving neither a choice.

He’ll only do it once and then we’re gone. I swear to you, if Dymka hurts you, Jewel, I’ll take us far away from here where they’ll never find us. It would kill her to leave Mitya, but if he couldn’t control his leopard, then she had no business being with him.

She knew the moment Jewel accepted her fate. Mitya seemed to know it as well. Most likely, Dymka was very close to the surface and was telling his companion exactly how close Jewel was. He would sense her. He would know her scent and just how ready she was.