Leopard's Wrath (Leopard People 11)

He curved his palm over the hard length of his cock. She looked up and smiled at him. She knew exactly what she was doing to him. He wanted to catch all that wild hair in his hand and shove his cock down her throat. Sevastyan and the others were too close. He nearly groaned aloud as she shifted her legs, supposedly to get closer to the small secret drawer. He could barely breathe, but somehow her scent found its way into his lungs.

He wanted to roar. He wanted to lift her up and slam her down on that desktop. Take her right there. He could taste her in his mouth. Hot desire. Pure lust. It rushed over him like a tidal wave of madness.

Ania pulled out the journal and held it up. He took it with a cursory glance and then shoved it in his pocket.

She deliberately ran her tongue around her lips, wetting them. Looking up at him. His cock felt like a dagger. Diamond hard. Titanium. Her hand slipped to the front of his trousers.

“Too bad we’re not alone. My mouth would feel so good sealed around your cock, wouldn’t it?” she whispered. “But as usual, we’re surrounded by all these guards. I’ll bet you would like the things I could do to you. Or better yet—the things you could do to me.”

“Stop teasing me, kotyonok,” he warned. “I don’t particularly give a fuck whether or not they’re here. You keep it up and you’ll be on your knees sucking me dry right in front of them.”

She laughed because she knew it wasn’t true. He would never tolerate his men watching her have sex with him. The leopards were one thing; her human counterpart was something altogether different. His threat was empty and they both knew it. Well, he thought he knew it but the strange roaring in his head and the jackhammers drilling into him told him otherwise. A few more minutes and she wouldn’t be safe.

He called out gruffly to Sevastyan to make certain her suitcase was in the car and to bring it around. Backing Ania into the wall, he took her mouth while his hands went under her shirt, slid up her belly to her breasts and began to knead those soft, perfect mounds. The way they felt in his hands. So soft. Creamy. Perfect. He wanted to devour her. Maul her. Take everything she was for himself. He was rough, and she gasped, giving him even better access to her mouth.

His head began to buzz, and he was on a terrible high from just her kisses. He pinched and pulled her nipples. Hard. Equally as rough as his kisses so she was gasping and pushing her breasts into his hands. One of her legs slid around his so she was riding his thigh, trying to bring herself off.

“Not happening, babe,” he whispered. “You know better than to tease a leopard.” He refused to allow her relief.

The burn was there in her eyes. Almost as desperate as he was. He smiled wickedly and pressed his fingers deep, fucking her that way but stopping when her hips surged forward to meet his. Every now and then he flicked her clit so that she gasped and tried to ride his hand the way she had his thigh. His trousers had spots on them from her cream, and he felt as wild and feral as his leopard.

“We’re ready for you,” Sevastyan called, his voice tight.

“Leopards are driving us,” Mitya said. “We’ll need a little privacy.”

“I see that,” Sevastyan said. “Every leopard is very aware, Mitya.”

There wasn’t anything Mitya could do about that. Ania’s body was throwing off the pheromones that would drive the male leopards mad, but Sevastyan insisted on bodyguards. They were under attack and needed their best men around them. The female leopard and her human counterpart were driving them all mad.

“Hurry, baby, let’s get to the car.” Mitya nearly dragged Ania out of the house, hand on the small of her back, pushing her down the walkway to the car. “Take us up the road until I say different,” he ordered Miron and yanked open the back door.

Ania took her time climbing inside. Instead of just slipping onto the seat, she put her hands in first, bending, so the firm cheeks of her ass peeked out at him from under the shirt. She crawled in, her bottom swaying in invitation.

Heart pounding, he swatted her hard. His handprint came up immediately, a bright red beacon on her pale skin. The sound and the sight of that red handprint on her pale bottom sent a streak of lightning jolting through his cock. Sweat trickled down his body.

“Move it.”

Her laughter taunted him, and she slowed her crawl, looking seductively up at him over her shoulder. He swatted her again and leaned in to bite her. She cried out in need and lowered her torso to the seat, rubbing her nipples over the leather through his shirt. Her bare bottom was in the air, an invitation he couldn’t resist.