Leopard's Run (Leopard People 10)

Temnyy moved closer to nuzzle her muzzle with his own, and then he lapped at her side with his tongue, taking the sting away. They ran together, side by side, Godiva learning the forest area, mapping it out in her mind so she would know it well if there was danger. Several times she stopped to mark the trees with her alluring scent. The moment she did, Temnyy marked over the top to warn the others away from what was his.

She rolled in the dry leaves and playfully swatted some at him. He watched over her, her antics telling him she wasn’t quite ready for him. They ran another distance and then she began rubbing along his side and pushing her muzzle into his neck. He licked her. She was receptive to his display of affection, rolling over for him and then coming to a crouch.

Temnyy was on her immediately, his teeth holding her in place, and then he began their hours of mating. Every fifteen minutes he took her roughly, again and again. His teeth held her, biting deep and his barbed penis scraped her as he withdrew, causing pain. Still, she crouched for him, her heat driving her to the mating ritual.

It was evening before Timur pushed his leopard to return to the guesthouse. The two leopards entered panting, sides heaving, tongues rolling, Godiva clearly exhausted. Timur shifted first and immediately went to run a hot bath for her, throwing in soothing salts to help ease any bruising.

Godiva padded after him and lay on the cool tile, her eyes closed as he filled the deep tub for her. Everything in the Arnotto estate had been designed for the comfort of shifters and their leopards.

“All right, baby, shift for me,” he whispered, running his hand through her soft fur.

Godiva lifted her head and looked at him. He could see his woman there, behind those exotic, beautiful eyes. The strange light amber with the darker rings around them, eyes that seemed to see into his soul. He hoped not. His soul was black with sins.

“Come on, baby, or I’ll have to put you in the water just the way you are.” It wasn’t much of a threat. Leopards liked water. They could swim and often did. Some had achieved the skill to catch prey in water.

Godiva gave a little sniff of disdain and then her body contorted. He winced when he saw the rake mark along Ashe’s satiny skin. It was a long red streak that went from hip, over her ribs to just below her arm. It appeared more of a scrape than anything else and it wasn’t deep, but it reminded him that any mark on Godiva was a mark on Ashe.

She was on her hands and knees, and looked so exhausted he wanted to gather her into his arms and put her to bed. They had a dinner with Evangeline’s family to get through, probably another wild mating session and then he had to go to work. Hopefully, she would be so exhausted she would sleep and wouldn’t even know he was gone.

“What’s wrong, Timur?”

Her voice was husky. He willed his cock to behave. It was so close to her mouth. To those lips. To keep from doing anything he might be ashamed of later, he lifted her into his arms and stepped into the bathtub.

“I don’t like Temnyy raking Godiva with his teeth.”

“She was being a hussy.” Ashe turned her head into his chest.

Her breath was warm against his skin. He felt the tip of her tongue touch his flat nipple. Unsurprisingly, he was sensitive, and he felt as though an electric wire ran from nipple to his cock.

“Were you okay with everything that happened this afternoon?” He kissed the top of her head. “You have to tell me when you don’t like something.”

“You mean when I had your cock down my throat?” She looked up at him.

She was a fucking temptress. How could she say that and look at him so innocently? His cock was going to be out of control, and she was more exhausted than she knew. One of them had to be sane. He put her down, off his lap so she couldn’t feel his reaction to her deliberate phrasing.

“That’s exactly what I mean.”

“I loved it. I loved being outside surrounded by nature, vines and flowers. Feeling the sun on my skin. It was very intoxicating.”

“I was so out of control I couldn’t wait long enough to get you inside,” he confessed.

“I was so out of control I didn’t care,” she admitted. Her eyes met his. “You’d already warned everyone away. I saw you texting just before we left Evangeline and Fyodor.”

He nodded. “I was afraid we’d left it too late. Your female goes from zero to a full-out burn in seconds.” He leaned closer and smiled at her. “Before you protest, I love that about her. I like not knowing when we’re going to have to make a run for it. Believe me, baby, it will keep me on my toes, checking for closets or alleyways.”