Flynn, Joyee - My Angel Cheetah [Purrfect Mates 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) (3 page)

“Yeah, Shem. And it makes me want to give you my heart, and I would do anything to deserve your love.”

“I’m pretty sure I don’t deserve you, Curtis.” I wanted to smack myself in the forehead for admitting that, but it slipped out before I’d even realized it. “I–I just mean, you’ve thought about this already and think these nice things about me. All I’ve got so far is you’re hot and sweet.”

“Shem, you’re a little distracted with the drive to claim me,” he said gently as he pushed us both up so we were kneeling. Curtis wrapped his arms back around me and turned his head. “I feel the pull to your blood, Shem. I’ve been feeling it for a while before I met you, and while it was hard to stay away, I knew eventually we’d find each other. But it’s nothing like what you’re describing and experiencing.”

“Wait, I thought you didn’t know I was your mate?” I gasped, pushing to get away from him.

“I knew my mate was close, but I didn’t know it was you, angel.” Curtis kept his hold on me until I stopped struggling and held him back. “It’s like a homing beacon. I felt the pull and knew my mate was somewhere near. But with everything else going on, I felt it better to wait until I had my head on straight. And then I stumbled on you and realized that was silly because just being near you fills me with peace.”

“How about this? Does this make you feel calm and peaceful?” I asked as I pulled out and thrust back into him deep. I was all for serious talking and getting to know Curtis, just not right this second. It was my first time having sex, and I wanted to enjoy it and feel everything. Not think so much.

“No, no calm isn’t what I’d say,” he groaned and moved back onto all fours. “Hot. I’d go with completely hot and horny for you, angel.”

“This is good for you, right?” I asked as I grabbed his hips and started thrusting in a slow, smooth motion.

“Does it feel good to you, Shem?”

“Yes, but I want to go faster,” I answered as I was fighting to hold back the animal in me. My cat wanted to fuck Curtis into the bed so he couldn’t walk for a week and remember this forever.

“Then go faster, angel.”

“Don’t do that,” I growled loudly and smacked his ass. “I’m asking what you want, too. I know you want to make this perfect for me, but I want to do the same for you. Don’t just say whatever I want works. We’re both in this.”

“I didn’t mean it that way, Shem,” he said softly as he glanced at me over his shoulder. “I meant, it all will feel good to me, hard, fast, slow, gentle. It doesn’t matter because it’s with you, and that makes me love it. I want whatever you want to give me.”

“Are you always this easy to please and easygoing?” I groaned when I started taking him faster, loving the way his hole sucked me right back in every time as if it knew that’s where I belonged.

“Pretty much,” he gasped, and I guessed I was rubbing over his sweet spot. “Harold might not have always been a bastard, but he was always a control freak. I learned early in life to just go with the flow.”

“I’m the same way,” I grunted as I thrust harder. “Our other mate better be someone who likes to be in charge, or I can just imagine the three of us never making decisions because we all are like that. Even picking a restaurant will be hell.”

“Oh, I like to be in charge.” He growled and pushed back hard against me. If I hadn’t been gripping his hips tightly, he would have thrown me off of him. “I just don’t always have to be in charge and can listen to others. I’m not very demanding, but I can be a good leader.”

“I don’t doubt it,” I said firmly. I wasn’t sure what his statement meant, but I knew this wasn’t the time to discuss it. “Fuck, this is so much better than I ever thought it would be.”

“Yeah it is,” Curtis moaned loudly and met me thrust for thrust. The closer I got to my climax, the harder and faster I pounded into his ass. When I knew it was time, I leaned back over him and started stroking his cock. “Bite me, angel. Claim me as yours.”

“Oh, hell yeah,” I growled as he tilted his head to the side. I sank my teeth in his neck, moaning when his sweet blood flowed over my tongue. Curtis even tasted perfect. My mate cried out as he shot his seed all over my hand and the bed. I drank down enough to completely claim him before lifting my head and roaring out his name as I came.

“Shit, yeah, so fucking good,” he yelled as we both kept coming, wave after wave hitting us hard. “You’re all mine now, angel.”

“And you’re mine, Curtis,” I panted as I pumped the last of my cum inside of him. “You’re stuck with me now. Hope you made the right decision.”

“I know I did.” He snickered and gasped for breath. I shifted back to human form and pulled out of him. I wasn’t ready for the spent and exhausted feeling that came as I collapsed to the bed. Except I never landed. Curtis must have turned and caught me before I flopped down. “I’m going to love you forever, Shem.”

“Okay,” I replied, still trying to catch my breath. He pulled me against him, spooning me from behind. “That fucking rocked.”

“Yes, it did. Do you feel better now? No more clawing need?”

“Yeah, I feel much better, but still horny. I’ll be a very horny kitty for the next few days,” I answered and then started laughing. “I’m not sure why I’m laughing. I’m just so fucking happy.”

“That’s good. I am, too,” he said, nuzzling his face in my neck. And suddenly I was so thirsty it hurt. But it wasn’t me… it was him. Our mating had started the chain reaction of our emotions intertwining.

“Drink from me, Curtis,” I whispered and gave him better access to my neck. “I can feel how much you need it, my mate.”

“I thought maybe I was losing it when I started to feel your excitement and content. And that I make you feel safe. But then I wasn’t sure those weren’t my thoughts.”

“When cheetahs mate, there’s a bond that forms. Everything we feel from now on, the other can sense,” I explained, feeling guilty that I’d not told him that beforehand.

“Stop it. I would have mated you either way,” he said, gently chastising me. I heard him lick his lips, and his words sounded different. I guess his fangs had come all the way out. “Did you mean it when you said I could drink from you?”

“Yes, of course, Curtis. Take as much as you need.”

“I just need to take the edge off and finally taste you, angel,” he whispered in my ear. “It won’t hurt. It will probably make you come again. And you won’t be immobile from the chemicals in our fangs since we’ve mated, okay? Don’t be scared. It will feel good.”

“I know. You’d never hurt me,” I sighed, reaching back to run my fingers over his hip. “Drink from me, take my blood, and let me be what you need.”

He didn’t hesitate then, sinking his fangs in my neck quickly. I gasped in shock and delight. He was right. It didn’t hurt. For a second I felt them pierce my neck, which wasn’t great, but then it was like that warm feeling in my balls right before I came. And it spread out from my neck to my entire body.

The moment he drank from me, my cock swelled right back up instantly. His hand brushed mine away as he started to stroke me furiously. I moaned and squirmed against him as intense pleasure shot through my groin. By the third pull of my blood, I came hard. I cried out, bucking against his hand as my cock shot reams of cum. This orgasm was about as intense as the one I’d had making love to him.

Hell, if this was what I got in return for giving Curtis some blood, he could drink from me as often as he wanted. As the last wave of my climax left, he pulled his fangs out of me and started licking the bite. “Did you like that, angel?”

“Uh-huh,” I grunted, not having enough energy to form complete sentences or thoughts.

“Did I take too much?”

I shrugged that time. I had no clue what was too much blood.

“Do you feel dizzy or light-headed, Shem?”

“No, just spent and a little sleepy now.” I chuckled, snuggling back against his body. “But I was feeling like that after we had sex. My body isn’t used to this much sexual exertion. And I’ve never come like that before, and twice!”

“I promised to keep you happy.” He snickered and tightened his arms around me, interlacing our fingers over my chest. “Thank you for giving me what I needed, my angel cheetah.”

“Is it dorky that I love that you have a pet name for me already?”

“No, not at all, Shem. I’m falling for you hard, and you feel so perfect in my arms that I was just thinking how I ever thought I was living before experiencing this with you.”

“Well, I can’t take away what makes you happy,” I said with a yawn. I patted his arms lightly as I closed my eyes. “I guess I’m just going to have to keep you.”

“I’m thrilled you’d even want to,” he replied after a moment as sleep pulled me under. The last thought I had was what the hell had my mate been through to doubt himself so much? Curtis was a catch, and he was acting like he’d found the Holy Grail in me as a mate. While I was flattered, he didn’t seem to see himself as I did. And that was something I was going to fix.

* * * *

The next afternoon we were lounging in bed, getting to know each other in between rounds of hot, hot sex. I’d never been so happy in my life. Curtis was amazing. I’d really struck the mating lottery with him.

“Would you quit feeding me?” I giggled and pushed his hand away when he put another strawberry against my lips. “I’m fully capable of feeding myself.”

“It’s part of my seduction,” he whispered in my ear. Chills went through my body at the simple sound. “It’s not about you being blind, my angel. I want to pamper you.”

“Okay,” I sighed teasingly. Opening my mouth, I moaned loudly as I bit into the berry, just to seduce him back.

“I swear, I’ll never get tired of hearing you make that noise.”

“But I make so many other nice ones,” I replied with a purr. I swallowed the food in my mouth and bit the bullet. I needed to know what that comment last night meant. “What did you mean last night when you said you could be a good leader? I’m not doubting the truth of that. It’s just you sounded like there was more to that statement.”

“Yeah, I guess there was. Conley asked me to take over Harold’s position as head of the Dakota and
Wyoming
covens. I’ve been thinking about the offer for days. That’s why I was wandering around the mansion when I found you. I’m actually really glad I have someone to talk to about this now.”

“You can talk to me about anything, Curtis. You know that, right?” I heard him move the tray before he picked me up and sat me down to straddle his lap. Instinctively, I started nuzzling his neck and marking him with my scent.

“I know I can, and that means the world to me,” he answered softly. “It affects you now, too. I mean, we’ve not even gotten to your plans, Shem. Are you going back home? Where is home?”

Suddenly, I was very cold. The mention of home, which was my parents’ house, brought that day with the Hunters swarming like locusts and my parents death back to the front of my mind. I pushed away from Curtis as my stomach started to heave.

“Shem, what’s wrong?” he asked in a panicked voice as he held onto me. But I couldn’t answer him. I was afraid if I opened my mouth, I’d vomit. Smacking his chest hard with my hand, he finally loosened his hold on me enough so I could get away. “What did I say wrong? Why can’t you go home?”

Oh god, that just made it worse. I tried to scramble off the bed, but I’d not yet mapped the room, so I ended up hitting my head on the nightstand and falling to the floor in a heap. When I went to cry out in pain, I threw up all over the floor. I grabbed my head in a futile attempt to stop the pain, but everything was just hitting me so damn hard.

My parents were dead, and here I was lounging around with my mate in bed like I didn’t have a care in the world. So many emotions were slamming into me as I emptied the contents of my stomach. I hadn’t even made it to the bathroom. Fuck, I was useless!

“It’s okay, angel. Just breathe, okay?” Curtis cooed gently as he rubbed my back.