Man-Eater (11 page)

“Are you ready, baby?”

“Do I get to taste you, too?”

“You get to do anything you want. But first things first. I need to stick my tongue into your precious pussy.”

Kendra bucked involuntarily up at the mention of it. Lord, that sounded good. Cyrus parted her thighs even wider and thrust his tongue into her entrance.

For the love of all that’s holy.

She grabbed his head, pushing him deeper inside of her. His tongue swiped up her sopping-wet crease toward her clit. If it wasn’t erect before, it was now. Her nubbin stood at attention, begging to be touched. Her heat always did that to her. It made her clit yearn for a man, but with Cyrus, the longing was almost unbearable. She had never needed anyone like she needed him.

“Suck my clit,” Kendra moaned.

She moved her hands down his shoulders, rocking his whole face farther into her pussy. She felt his tongue swipe once, twice, and then—oh mercy. He sucked her clit back, fucking it with his tongue. She thrust up into his face again and he circled back around her nubbin. Kendra felt a jolt break free from deep within her core. She knew what was about to happen. Cyrus had barely begun eating her out and she was already going to let go. Not so fast. She wanted to wait. If he was going to claim her, she wanted it done right. But then he swiped his tongue around her clit again.

Sweet kitty
.

She dug her fingers into his shoulder blades. Not fingers. Claws. She knew she had partially shifted.

“That’s it, baby!” Cyrus growled.

She was certain she had scratched him, but he was a shifter. He would heal quickly. Cyrus sucked her clit back with a slurp and then licked down her folds all the way to her asshole. Then he rimmed around the edges while pressing two fingers into her entrance. She was so wet his digits slid right in.

Yes, lick around my ass. Please.

Cyrus slipped a finger into her ass.

Oh, yes.

Sparks flew. It felt as if the fire had finally broken through. Like her heat was about to consume her whole being. Like it was burning down the house. The jolts of her orgasm broke free from her core, radiating out in streams of pure electric pleasure. Cyrus licked back up her pussy. She needed to have him now. She had to have him now.

“Mark me,” Kendra moaned through the starbursts that danced on the back of her eyelids. Her tigress was itching, crawling to get out and at the same time, her limbs were languid, liquid. Who would win? Her tigress or her orgasm? She didn’t know. All she knew was that the waves of pleasure continued to pulse out of her core. She felt his finger slide out of her ass, and then his hands dropped below her hips as he turned her over on the car hood.

Shit, she thought again. They were right out in the open. It was a lonely stretch of highway, but still, was anybody going to see them? Oh well, what did it matter? There wasn’t a lot she could do now, except stop. And there was no way on earth she was about to do that.

“If I mark you, you could become pregnant, you could have my cubs,” Cyrus said.

“You think I don’t know that?” Kendra asked.

“Little tigers are a big responsibility. I want you to be sure.”

“I am sure,” Kendra hissed.

“Then so am I.”

And she felt him spread her pussy lips open with his fingers. Then, before she could even catch her breath, he entered her with his enormous cock. It was exactly as big as Kendra remembered it. He plowed into her, slowly filing her up as he grunted into the night air. When Cyrus bottomed out, he rested there for a moment and then withdrew, leaving nothing but pure pleasure in his wake. She rocked her hips out to meet him and he filled her again.

“Harder,” she moaned.

Kendra’s hands shifted again. Right in front of her. She felt her tigress’s claws scratch right through the metal hood of the car. And then she felt Cyrus’s enormous cock plunge into her with the power of his animal. She thrust out to meet him again and again, the little jolts of electricity orbiting around her core, growing stronger, growing hotter, circling for her release. As Cyrus pounded into her, he reached down for her clawed hand with his own.

“I’m going to fuck you, baby. I’m going to fuck you up the ass just like the doctor ordered. I’m going to make your anus suck my cock back until you can’t do anything but scream, and then I’m going to keep fucking you again, and again, and again.”

“Yes, please,” Kendra breathed through clenched teeth.

Kendra felt Cyrus panting over her, his cock continuing to thrust into her. He bent low over her, his chest touching her back and reached for the lube that sat at the base of the windshield. A moment later, she felt a squirt of the warm lotion all over her ass. Cyrus’s finger poked into her hole, loosening her up. It felt so good she thought she might come right there.

“Are you ready to feel my huge cock in your tight ass?” he asked as pulled out of her dripping pussy.

Do I want this? Do I really want it? Yes. Yes, I do. With him I want everything.

“Mark me while you’re doing it,” Kendra whispered. “Mark me while you fuck my ass.”

In the next moment, she felt his cock nestle between her ass cheeks, her perfect globes cupping his dick.

And he pushed slowly inside of her.

Holy shit. He was huge. But the feeling, the feeling was like nothing she had ever experienced as he slowly filled her up. She felt as if she was going to split open, and at the same time, she felt as if she couldn’t contain herself. Like she was going to come. He pushed all the way inside her. Thank heavens for the lube, Kendra thought. Without it, there would have been no way. Cyrus rested for a moment, and then pulled out, leaving her empty before thrusting back into her tight hole.

Oh, yes.

Together like that, nothing separating them, she felt as if they were one.

“Mark me,” Kendra moaned.

He slapped her on the bottom of the ass.

Again, please.

He drilled into her again and Kendra felt as if her whole body was warming up. It was as if her heat had finally broken through to the surface. As if it was finally getting the release it needed. Cyrus drove into her again, but this time, she rocked backward. He grabbed her hips, but not with his hands, with his claws. She knew she would be scratched. Maybe even deeply. But she was a shifter, too. She would heal, and besides, she needed him. She needed more. She wanted more. He kept driving into her, harder and harder, balls slapping against her ass. She felt like she was going to split open. Like she was going to break. But it didn’t hurt. It felt so, so good.

“Yes!” Kendra screamed.

Starbursts let loose behind her eyelid as he drove into her once more time. One time too many. Her heat broke loose. It shattered her senses, rushing out from her core with a fury that surprised even her. But what had been wanton desire was now fulfillment. Agony turned to ecstasy. Desire was recast as pure pleasure. He grunted into her again and this time she felt him bend low once more, his canines biting into her neck. She knew that his tiger’s teeth had extended from his mouth in their shifted form, and she accepted their mark willingly.

Never before had a shifter found her complete enough, sexy enough, woman enough. But this shifter wanted all of her, and she gave it to him. She gave it to him because from the moment they had met on this lonely stretch of road, she had known they were meant for each other. As his teeth bit into her, Kendra craned her neck upward in pain. Or was it pleasure? She couldn’t tell. But she felt him thrust into her one more time, and then his cock began to jerk and spasm just as her asshole spasmed around it. This was it. This was the completion of the marking ritual. And it was everything she had ever wanted.

“You’re marked, my love,” he whispered in her ear. “You’re mine.”

Kendra felt like she had just won the lottery of love. Like her girlish every wish had finally come true. But she couldn’t help herself. She wanted to be sure. “Do you promise?” Kendra whispered.

“My promise is on your neck for the world to see,” Cyrus said.

He pulled out of her and reached under her legs, picking her up into his arms. Headlights shone in the distance. A lone car approached.

“What do you say I get you out of here and show you your new home?”

“You mean we’re not going to be living in your truck?”

“Not unless you want to, babe,” Cyrus said, kissing her on the lips. “But I’ve got somewhere just as good.”

“Where?” Kendra asked as he deposited her into the seat of his car.

“Let me take you there.”

∞ ∞ ∞

Kendra wore Cyrus’s big blue overalls. She actually felt cozy in them, his scent enveloping her. Cyrus squeezed her hand as he drove them through a grand gate. According to the iron sign atop the archway, they had just entered the King Cat Ranch. Kendra immediately noticed the plantings along the sides of the driveway. The place was fancy. But why was he bringing her here? By the time they pulled up in front of the sprawling ranch house, Kendra was sure Cyrus was going to tell her that he still lived with his parents.

“This is it,” he said.

“You live here?”

“No,” Cyrus said with a smile. “We live here.”

They got out of the truck and Kendra looked around. Even in the dark, the home was impressive with its rolling green lawn and meticulous landscaping.

“I thought you drove a tow truck.”

“I do. On occasion.”

“But?”

“I work the land, too. Run cattle. Do some oil leases. And help out my friends. Roland’s brother owns the tow truck. He’s away on a well-deserved vacation. I volunteered to look after his business while he was gone.”

Kendra gasped. Cyrus’s professional circumstances had been of little concern to her. She had felt their connection and that was what mattered. Anything else they could work out. The only difference now was that working it out looked like it was going to be a whole lot easier. Still, his obvious wealth worried her on some level. It was intimidating. “I don’t know what to say.”

Cyrus opened the front door. “You don’t need to say anything. Nothing’s changed. I’m still me.”

“I know, but…”

“But what?”

“But… I don’t have anything like this. Everything I have is gone. I have nothing to contribute.”

Cyrus rolled his eyes, a smile forming on his face.

“Nothing to contribute? Did I really just hear you say that?”

Kendra looked up into his kind tiger’s eyes and immediately knew that her concern was overblown. It was just money, after all. And he was still Cyrus. Still perfect.

“I don’t care how much money you have. You have everything to contribute. We’ve been mated for less than an hour, and I already know I’m nothing without you. Our cats don’t lie, Kendra. Nothing to contribute, please. This house is nothing to contribute. You just being here with me, your presence is priceless. You’re priceless.”

“Even in these big blue overalls?” Kendra asked.

“Especially in those big blue overalls.”

He picked her up into her arms.

“You’re my mate, Kendra. That other woman, I didn’t mark her. But you, I did. You’re my mate and that means forever. Whenever something is bothering you, you tell me. Whenever I do wrong, you tell me. I act like a jerk, you let me know. I’ll make it up to you, I swear. Because I want one thing and one thing only, and that’s to make you happy.”

He twirled her around the marble foyer.

“Do you copy that?” Cyrus said.

“Loud and clear,” Kendra replied.

“Good.”

He kissed her deeply on the lips, his tongue finding hers. It was like a dream, and in that moment, Kendra knew that everything would work out all right. Already her heat was subsiding, and as it did, she was suffused in a world of calm. She had driven down that road, trying to get away from her heat, but she had found him. She had found, Cyrus. No matter how she looked at it, Kendra was now certain of one thing. She was the luckiest woman in the world.

Epilogue

Ma
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aters was in the middle of the afternoon rush when Cyrus and Kendra stopped in for a bite to eat. Kendra had done a couple more shifts, mostly for fun now that she and Cyrus were mated. Not to quell her heat—Cyrus had done a fine job with that—but because she loved the sexy feeling of dancing for him. It made her feel alive. When combined with the warmth and security she now felt in the company of her mate, it was the perfect aphrodisiac.

Kendra knew that sometime soon, her life would change. One of these days, she would no doubt get pregnant, but until that day came, she was enjoying the carefree life with her new mate. She hadn’t even been back to the city. There was no point. She had Cyrus, and that meant she had everything she needed.

“So you going to get on stage?” Charlize asked her.

“Maybe after you.”

“You heard I was going to dance?”

“I think everybody in here did.”

“What can I say? Gets in your blood.”

“Don’t I know it,” Kendra said.

Kitty entered the back room after her set.