Predator's Refuge (20 page)

Before they reached the part of the resort where the employee cabins were tucked away, they had to travel through the fishing area near the docks. It was as quiet as the grave here, as just about every guest and staff member was at the bonfire. Spotting a structure, Anton dragged Marci toward it.

She let out a giggle. “A supply shed?”

He backed her against the flimsy shed wall, praying it would hold their weight once they started moving. “Angel, you deserve only the best. Soft sheets and fluffy mattresses, and you’ll get that too. But I can’t wait another second. I need you now.” He slid his hand inside her cardigan, tweaking her nipple through her camisole. “I did warn you I was greedy.”

Her breath escaped in a few short pants. “Anton. Please.”

He jiggled the doorknob and cursed upon finding the door stuck. She laughed at him as he fought with the knob. He twisted it some more, so hard the screws almost flew from it, and then he pounded on it. “By the ill-used cock of Brother Ferenc, I will kick this fucking door in if it doesn’t open soon.”

“Go easy, tiger.”

“
Baszd meg!
” He used his shoulder as a battering ram and it popped open. Stifling his own laugh, he ushered her in. “In, woman, now.”

Marci entered the shed, smiled, and shook her head. He locked the door behind them. As soon as he saw the inside, he began to regret his decision to ravish her in a supply shed. There was nowhere to lie down. The walls were lined with spare oars and lifesaving equipment. The only things in the space that looked remotely cushy were piles of life jackets, still damp from the day’s usage. The scent of lake water filled the small enclosure, and he was pretty sure he spied someone’s forgotten bait in a tub on the floor. Thank God the floor appeared clean.

Marci’s laughter bubbled over and her chest heaved. She looked at him, her pretty brown eyes crinkling with amusement. “It’s perfect. I feel like a princess.”

He dragged a hand over his hair and pulled her into an embrace. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry. We might get a disease if we do it in here.”

“Don’t be silly,” she purred, her eyes glowing more with need than hilarity now. She cupped his ass. “We don’t need to lie down. Take me against the wall.”

She lowered her mouth to his neck and caressed him with a devastating series of nibbles. His cock swelled and danced against her stomach, so hungry for the velvety hug of her pussy. “You are a naughty lynx.”

He took her mouth, doling out his own brand of devastation, kissing her madly until she was snatching at breaths. Their tongues locked and dueled, each one seeking and straining against the other. She moaned into his mouth and he felt a low growl build deep in his gut.

As his head spun, Anton released her and let his gaze rove over her outfit. Her jeans hugged her round thighs, and her sweater was tailored in such a way that it clung to her curves like a devil clinging to lost souls. And that scrap of lace under the sweater? So fucking sexy, like a dirty secret meant only for his ears. “Do you know how hot you are? How you conquer my every thought?”

“I do?”

He brushed his thumb against her quivering bottom lip, hoping the tender act softened the animalistic urge inside him. “You do. I feel a great need to make you crazy, Marci. To ruin you for any other man.”

“I don’t know what to—”

“But before I ruin you,” he said, cutting her off, “I plan to make you completely hungry for me.” He sat on a large, discarded toolbox and leaned casually against the back wall of the shed. “Take your clothes off. Show me everything.”

She blinked a few times, unmoving, clearly deciding how to respond to his order.

“Oh, and I will spank your ass five times for each minute you make me wait, angel.”

She gasped and glared at him. Then, very slowly, she removed her cardigan, exposing the silky skin on her shoulders. His cock bobbed in response.

“I’ve never been so bossed around,” she muttered as she kicked off her shoes.

He grinned. “Are you suggesting you don’t want to feel the touch of my hand? Just think. A sharp sting on your voluptuous ass, followed by a caress as I smooth my fingers into your creaming pussy? You might want to pretend you wouldn’t like it, but the smell of your desire tells me another story.”

She said no more, and kept her hungry gaze locked on his as she disrobed. She wiggled out of her jeans and pulled the camisole over her head. Just the sight of her in her lilac bra and panties was enough to make his balls tighten in anticipation.

“Aren’t you going to take your clothes off too?”

“When I’m ready. And you just earned five more slaps.”

“You are bossy.” She eased the panties, a sliver of lilac satin, over her hips and stepped out of them. She then unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor, leaving her utterly vulnerable to him, just how he wanted her. Marci’s ample breasts were a feast for his eyes and her nipples pebbled under his gaze. Even from his seat, he could glimpse the sweet moisture coating her seam. “Now what?”

He patted his lap. “Now you’ll come here and accept your punishment.” He rubbed his thigh. “I’ll teach you not to keep me waiting.”

And as Marci stepped carefully around the piles of life jackets, he couldn’t help but grin.

Chapter 11

She was following his orders.

Why was she following his orders?

The dignified lynx in her demanded she let him come to her. However, more difficult to ignore, the voice of desire inside her said, “Submit. And enjoy.”

Yeah, she felt pretty good about listening to her voice of desire right now.

Taking measured steps on tiptoe, she closed the distance between them and glared at him. Arrogant beast. He couldn’t stop grinning at her. Here she was, starkers, and he hadn’t removed so much as a single sock. She shivered, but it wasn’t just from the slight chill in the air.

Something in her had changed upon meeting Anton Gaspar. The old Marci would have stayed at the bonfire, singing camp songs, keeping guests entertained. This new, lascivious Marci wanted nothing more than to throw herself across his lap and accept whatever he wanted to give her. She knew, without a doubt, she would take it all. She would allow Anton to do anything he wanted to her.

What had happened to her desire for the assistant manager role? An assistant manager would be setting a good example to other employees. She wouldn’t be carousing in a rickety lean-to.

And yet, even as she bent over his hard thighs and felt his desire thumping against her hip, she didn’t care. She wanted Anton, not another line on her résumé. Was she losing her ambition? Her drive?

No
, her lynx assured her.
We just want something else now
.

As she pondered her animal’s words, his hand made contact with her ass in the first of an unforgettable sequence of slaps. And again. And again. She jolted at the delicious hint of pain and the mind-boggling pleasure that followed. He cupped her tingling cheek, smoothing his hand over her roundness, jiggling her. In a teasing glide, he allowed his fingertips to graze her pussy lips and she arched her back. He moved his hand to her spine, keeping her down on his lap.

“Don’t even think of moving,” he warned in a whisper.

“What’s next? Are you going to tie me up? Put handcuffs on me?”

“Perhaps,” he joked. “Don’t get me wrong, Marci. I’ve never been into domination as a rule. I just want to dominate you and your incredible body.”

Slap. Slap
. That was five. Five more. She writhed on his legs, wishing the wetness at her apex wasn’t so obvious. “Not very women’s lib of you.”

He laughed and his chest rumbled near her ear, making her want to nuzzle him. “Marci, this may sound entirely Neanderthal of me, but there’s no room for women’s lib in my bedroom. Or in this shed.”

He doled out three more swats, never hard enough to hurt her, but enough of a sting to make her remember the exact size and shape of his hand. And every time he touched her, or soothed the abraded area, her heart stopped and then started again. Tears filled her eyes, but she knew it wasn’t because she was upset.

It was because she knew her heart was already his. She was lost. Or was she found, as the song said?

“Two more, angel. You’ve been a very good girl, indulging me like this. And I promise I’ll make it up to you, sweetheart.”
Slap, slap
.

As his hand caressed her ass, as his fingers dipped between her cheeks and explored her wet pussy, she allowed her tears to course over her face. He must have heard her stifled whimpers and pulled her to a sitting position on his lap.

When Anton spied her tears, he blanched. “Christ, Marci. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No.”

He stared at her for a moment and understanding appeared on his face in the form of a loving smile. “I know what’s bothering you, little one. You feel it too, don’t you?”

She nodded, mute, as rivers of tears flooded out of her eyes.

He pulled her into a warm embrace and held her there for a few minutes until she settled. It might have been her imagination, but she swore she heard their hearts dance in matching rhythms. He played with her hair, massaging her neck, while he rubbed her back muscles with his other hand. It occurred to her that, despite her blubbery behavior, she’d never quite felt so peaceful as in that moment. In his arms, she felt like an adored icon in a beautiful shrine.

After placing several soft kisses on her temple, forehead, and mouth, he finally looked at her and smiled. “I think it’s time for that soft bed, now. Let’s go.”

They had to walk a bit through the woods to get to his cabin. Rather than have her dress in all her clothes again, Anton took off his own sweater and placed it on her. It was big enough that it covered all her indecent parts. She picked her clothes and shoes off the floor, and then he picked her up. Carrying her, he took her back to his cabin.

They barely made it over the stoop before Marci realized she was falling in love with him.

* * * *

As he locked the door to the cabin behind them, Anton’s head began to pound. His little exercise of domination in the shed had been meant to establish some sort of control over their relationship, but it made him feel more at a loss.

Seeing her like that, so vulnerable and beautiful, he’d known it would affect him. But when she began to cry, overwhelmed by emotions that already cut him to the quick, it had been too much to endure. She’d unmanned him with a few tears, with her streaked face. He was a fool if he thought he was in control here. Marci owned his heart. With one word, one look, she could bruise him, kill him.

He loved her. From the first moment he’d caught her scent on the air, he’d needed her, and now he was entirely devoted to her.

He watched, feeling as lost as a hiker with a broken compass, as she wriggled out of his sweater and lay naked across his bed. He drew closer to the bed, captured by her fragile loveliness, and quickly removed the rest of his clothes. Only when he was naked with her, did he feel whole. Safe. Cherished.

And he wanted to give those feelings to her, too.

He crawled on the bed and kneeled between the legs she spread wide for him. For a moment, he just stared at her. Everything about her touched him. Her shy smile. The kindness in her eyes. The way her dusky nipples grew erect under his gaze. The soft, pink beauty of her sex, so silky and slippery for him.

“I think God made you for me.”

She reached out a hand and pulled him down to her. As soon as their naked bodies touched, sparks of electricity fired between them. Their mouths came together, softly crushing lips and delving tongues. Her hands reached down his back toward his ass, forcing him into her. Oh, how he needed to be in her!

But not yet. He wanted to worship her first.

He captured one nipple in his mouth, tasting the skin he’d already come to adore. As her moans built in intensity, he nibbled and teased the swollen bud, sucking it into his mouth. Such a tasty pebble. He could swirl it round his tongue for an age and never tire of pleasing her.

“Oh, God,” she said on a breath.

He sucked harder and her wetness seeped onto his hip. This was how he wanted her always: pliant, groaning with ecstasy, and wet.

Make her ours
, his tiger urged.
Bite her now!

The powerful urge claimed him and he fought the need to roll her over onto her stomach, brush her hair off the back of her neck, and clamp down on the tender skin there.

Tigers in the wild mated thus, and tiger shifters were no different. When mounting the female, the male would bite the sensitive skin on her neck, proving mastery over his woman. He’d never felt compelled to bite any woman in this manner during sex, preferring to restrict any love bites to little nibbles. Mating involved a stronger, more painful bite. Often so painful that wild female tigers often scratched their mates in response. In fact, some male tigers had been wounded by their pissed-off females.

And yet, as if driven by instinct, Marci turned her head and presented her neck to him. Fever scorched his insides and his tiger clamored for her. One bite, and she would be his forever.

No. Too soon. She won’t thank you for it
.

Instead, Anton turned to her other nipple and suckled, his head spinning with delight. As he licked at her, he walked his hand down her body, over her stomach and hips, and found a home for it between her legs. “So soft,” he murmured between kisses.

Marci pressed her hips up, wanting more of him inside her. He tickled her clit by sliding his middle finger around it, circling it until the little nub felt ready to burst. Each glide of his fingers between her lips made her shiver, and her delicious scent filled his nostrils. He felt his eyes burn with tiger lust and could no longer stifle the primal desire to taste her and take her.

Anton slid down her body, licking a trail toward her mound. Her perfume egged him on, almost like an invisible finger, curling toward him. When he reached her pussy, there was no fight left in him. He lowered his head, eased his tongue into her fragrant cavity, and drank her life-giving juices.