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Leopard's Rage (Leopard People 12)

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“I trust Miron and Rodion Galerkin, but you beat the shit out of them and put them out of commission,” Mitya groused. “Was that really necessary?”

Mitya was fishing. He had no idea why Sevastyan had come to the house in the middle of the night a couple of weeks earlier, yanked Miron out of his bed and beat him to a bloody pulp. He’d calmly walked past three guards to find Rodion and done the same to him, almost without breaking a sweat. He’d left both men on the ground and just walked off into the night without a word.

Sevastyan stared at him with cool eyes, never blinking, not bothering to answer. He wouldn’t have done it had he not considered it necessary. Mitya could order the men to tell him why, if he wanted to know that bad, but neither man would be able to talk for a while. Sevastyan had made certain of that. The doctor had wired their jaws shut, which meant they couldn’t shift for a short period of time. Shifters were fast healers, but their leopards would be furious, and they wouldn’t be so happy drinking their food. He figured it might give them some time to think before they gossiped—especially about him.

Mitya sighed. “You’re a mean son of a bitch, Sevastyan.”

“That’s what makes me good at what I do.” He planted both hands on the desk and leaned over to look at his cousin. “Mitya, I’m not willing to lose you or Ania. I’ll be talking to her, but you do it first. You curb that streak in her so I don’t have to. She won’t like me much if I have to lock her up.”

“She thinks you’re going to let her drive.”

“Neither of you are going anywhere. The safest place for both of you is right here. I want her out of that garage once I tell you he’s actually out of Houston. At the moment, you’re safe enough, so if you want to take her to dinner, or do something special, get it done now. You’ve probably got another week at the most.”

Mitya nodded. “Thanks, Sevastyan. I’ll let you know my plans well in advance.” He cleared his throat. “I know you don’t like to talk about this, but I think it’s necessary to point out that sometimes leopards can make mistakes on their first life cycles.”

“Don’t start, Mitya.” Sevastyan glared at him. “We’ve had this conversation three times.”

“She doesn’t look at you the way a woman should look at her man. You said yourself her leopard hasn’t made her presence known for a long time. There could be a mistake.”

“You don’t know the first thing about her.”

“Do you?” Mitya challenged.

Pushing down the inevitable rage, Sevastyan left the room, glanced at his watch again and headed for the small office at the very end of the hall. Just thinking about his woman sent little flames licking over his skin and down his spine. Deliberately he slowed his steps so he could savor the way his body responded to the thought of her. It didn’t matter that he’d just been thinking some of the very things Mitya had been saying. He knew Flambé was the right woman for him. He just had to figure out why she wasn’t so certain.

His blood turned into a raging inferno while a fireball rolled and twisted in his gut. He’d needed sex all the time before he found Flambé, but he could force himself to go without. Now, she was his addiction. His obsession. He craved the sight of her. The touch of her skin. Her hair. The scent of her. The taste of her.

He dreamt of her. Woke up in the middle of the night reaching for her. Opened his eyes in the morning, his body hard and painful, erotic images pouring into his mind, all of her. Now, the whips of lightning flashing through his body to strike at his cock and balls aroused him with every step he took.

The room given to Flambé to work in was the last of the offices down the long hallway. He yanked open the door and closed it, locking it as he did so. Sometimes, when he came into the room, all he could think of was eating her alive. He would strip her, plant her on the desk and put his mouth between her legs. Now, his cock was a monster, driving him into a frenzy of urgent, almost desperate hunger.

Flambé stood bent over the desk. The light was on under the drawing she was examining and she had a pencil in her mouth, her teeth biting down on it. Her hair spilled down, unusual for her. As a rule she wore it up, but clearly she’d pulled out the tie keeping it drawn away from her face, so the silky mass cascaded down her back. She half turned to look at him over her shoulder.

He was on her in seconds, his leopard fast, the room so small he covered the distance in a one leap. He put a hand between her shoulder blades to press her down until her breasts lay on the surface of the desk.

“Stay still.” He reached with both hands to open her jeans, yanking them down along with her panties. “Kick off your shoes and step out of your clothes.”

She obeyed him while he pulled her T-shirt up and over her head, ridding her of her bra at the same time. She lifted her body just enough that he could slide the material out from under her before he pressed her down again. He liked her body bare, all that smooth skin for him to see and feel. She didn’t seem to like light touches. She winced when he touched her that way, so he always used a firm, hard grip. Possessive strokes.

“The next time I tie you.” He used the top of his boot to nudge her legs wide. Then wider still. “I’m going to leave rope marks on your skin so I can see them for a day or two.” He opened his jeans and released his burning cock. He bent forward so she could feel the friction of his clothing rubbing along her body just before his teeth nipped her earlobe. His fingers slid into her entrance to find her slick with heat. “I see you like the idea.”

“Yes.” She whispered her response.

He didn’t wait. There was no waiting. He gripped her hips and slammed into her, watching in awe as her body swallowed his cock. She looked so small, stretching to accommodate his size. He felt her sheath, that scorching hot tunnel fighting his invasion, but giving way as he drove through those tight muscles gripping him, the friction unreal. He wanted to roar with ecstasy. She surrounded him like a fiery, silken

fist as he surged into her again and again, using his strength, burying himself in that perfect haven he never wanted to leave.

He might want to stay there forever, but he had a job and he needed to ensure he set everything in place for all of his cousins to be safe. He moved faster and deeper in her, watching her body slide into her desk, each jolt causing her breasts to skid and bounce over the glass overlay, adding to the visual appeal as he fucked her hard.

Flambé’s bright hair went wild, the silken mass spilling everywhere. Her naked body, nearly buried beneath his fully clothed, much larger one, was a sight, her curves all feminine. Her breath went ragged, labored, hips pushing back into his, desperate for him, as her body coiled tighter and tighter. White-hot lightning lashed at him, struck hard, surrounded and clamped down, strangling his cock. A wicked, silken fist squeezed while a thousand scorching-hot tongues stroked and licked along his shaft and over his crown. Twin out-of-control firestorms settled in his balls, raged there and sent a volcano erupting in hot jetting pulses, coating the walls of her sheath with his semen over and over. Thunder roared while her body rippled powerfully around his.

He lay over the top of her, finding his breath while aftershocks triggered Flambé’s body to clamp down over and over around his cock. He savored the feeling, just holding her, wishing for more time with her. When things settled down, he wanted to turn his cousin’s security over to Gorya for a couple of weeks and just spend time with Flambé at their home. Just the two of them. Or take her off where no one would interrupt them.

Reluctantly, he straightened and gently helped her to stand as well, turning her to face him. “Clean me up, baby,” he ordered. “I’m short on time or I’d spend a little time with you.”

“Because you spend so much time with me when we’re here,” she said, flicking him a quick glance from under her long red-gold-tipped lashes.

He put his hand on her shoulder. “I visit you at least four times a day before we head home.” He put pressure on her until she knelt down. She was gorgeous naked. He loved to look at her body. He couldn’t help running his hands from her shoulders over the curves of her breasts to her nipples.



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