The Snow Leopard's Pack (Glacier Leopards 5)

Coming back to pull Lillian in close without anything between them, feeling her naked skin against his, sent a shock of pleasure through him. He kissed her deeply and walked them back toward the couch.

She overbalanced when the backs of her knees hit it, but he eased her down gently. She pulled his head down with her, kissing him fiercely. He had to tear his mouth away after a minute, because he needed to kiss her all over.

She moaned as he started down her body. His leopard purred inside him, and Cal shuddered in pleasure when his mouth reached her breasts. He focused his attention first on one nipple, licking and biting very gently, and then on the other. Her noises sharpened, and he slipped a hand between her legs.

She parted her thighs for him, and his fingers found a slippery wetness. He slid them down, and his index finger found her opening, pushing inside with hardly any effort at all.

Lillian’s fingernails dug into his neck as her head fell back. “Inside me,” she whispered in his ear.

Cal had been intending to go down on her again—his mouth had been watering in anticipation of the taste—but hearing her demand that he get inside her made his cock throb hard, and all other plans fall away.

Lillian turned sideways so she could lie back on the couch, one of her legs coming up to rest on the back of it. Her face was flushed red.

“God,” she whispered. “I feel so...shameless.”

“Good,” Cal said back. “Because we’re not doing anything to be ashamed of.”

He knelt over her and stroked her inner thigh. God, her skin was so soft. He let his fingers drift inward to touch her clit, and she made a strangled noise.

“Come on,” she said. “Now!”

Lillian’s wish was his command. Cal braced himself over her so he could go slowly, and pressed the head of his cock against her entrance.

The hot, soft, wet sensation was overwhelming. But he had to hold himself back. Cal knew that there were men out there who wished they were very well-endowed, but practically speaking, it meant that he had to have a lot of self-control during sex, because it would be easy to hurt Lillian if he wasn’t careful.

She didn’t seem like she was afraid of being hurt right now, though. Lillian arched her hips, pushing him further inside under her own power, and gasping in pleasure.

Well, Cal trusted her to know what she wanted. He got a hand under her hips—distracting himself briefly with the softness of her curved behind—and pressed inside.

She felt like nothing on Earth. Cal wanted to stay inside her forever.

Lillian’s eyes had fallen closed as he pushed inside. Her chest was heaving with her panting breaths. Cal would’ve been worried, but she reached for him, pulling him forward, tilting her hips for him until he was seated completely inside.

Cal could feel his control starting to slip away. “All right?” he asked her. His voice came out rougher than he’d expected, desire stealing away any polish and leaving only rawness behind.

Lillian nodded. “Yes,” she said. “Yes. Move.”

Cal let himself go. For once, he wasn’t keeping himself leashed, watching every movement, holding himself back. Instead, he moved.

Lillian cried out as he pulled back and thrust into her. Her legs wrapped around his hips, and she moved to meet him. Cal felt a fierce joy rushing through him—here was someone who could match him, who saw his desire and smiled. Who wanted him, but didn’t want...danger.

That was something Cal had always feared. That anyone who wanted him, wanted his leopard, wanted the leashed power and primal need that he knew lay beneath the surface, would also be dangerous. His animalistic side had always been balanced by a desire not to hurt anybody.

And now, he was learning that those two things didn’t have to be incompatible.

Because he was driving forward now, thrusting powerfully and without any reserve, and Lillian was making high-pitched noises of pleasure. She was starting to clench around him, somehow spiraling Cal’s pleasure even higher than before. The fluttering contractions of her inner muscles made him groan, his grip on her hips tightening, his thrusts speeding up.

Everything was slick and hot. The scent of sex permeated the air, filling Cal’s head until he couldn’t think of anything else. He put his head down and licked at the sweat between Lillian’s breasts, shuddering at the hot taste of it. He could feel the orgasm building inside of him, his cock twitching inside of Lillian as he drive forward. There was the slightest resistance at the end of each thrust—he was big enough to fill her completely, he thought—but far from hurting her, it seemed to bring her to even greater heights of pleasure. Every time he bottomed out, he could feel her muscles clench, her fingers tighten, a pleasurable moan jolt out of her.

Cal thrust in as far as he could and stayed there for a long moment, pressed in tight and close, and felt Lillian’s breath speed up, her moans change pitch.

“Oh,” she said. The syllable barely

had any air behind it at all, but Cal heard it anyway. “Oh, can you just—don’t, don’t move, just stay right, stay right there—”

He lifted his head to look at her. Lillian’s beautiful face was wracked with pleasure. Her lips were parted, her eyes closed, her face shining with sweat. Her hair was curling in little damp tendrils around her face, and Cal felt almost blinded by the sight of her. The love that welled up in him was overwhelmingly fierce, like he was holding the light of the sun inside himself.

Her voice had risen in pitch, and now she was trailing off. Her back arched, and Cal finally pulled back and thrust again, hard.