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“No,” she mewled into his mouth when her lips finally parted
against her will. She was so angry, so impossibly furious with him, yet there
was no denying how much her body craved his. The combustible chemistry between
them in full swing, just like it’d been fifteen years ago.

Take him, use him like he used you. Tit for tat, Kitty.

And as crazy as it should have seemed, Kitty’s body was all
on board with the idea of taking her revenge out of Monk’s hide. Or rather his
dick.

He fucked her mouth with his tongue, banishing any further
feelings of doubt. Kitty needed. She hungered for him. She suckled him, the
mint and cinnamon taste of Monk seeping into her veins, drugging her the way it
always had. Her hands sank into his thick hair, holding him in place, the edge
of the windowsill digging into her stomach. Heat pooled between her legs,
desire dampened her thighs, her lack of panties only making her hotter. Only
Monk had ever had the power to turn her on this much and she silently thanked
him for fucking her over all those years ago, otherwise she would’ve had to go
on disability from riding him like a cowgirl every minute of every day.

Big, hot hands drifted down her back to cup her ass through
the thin material of her skirt. She always wore loose, comfortable clothes when
she was working because she needed to feel free. But it had the added bonus of
being easy to get beneath, as Monk proved right now, his hands pulling her
skirt up to her waist. She knew the instant he realized she wasn’t wearing
underwear because his breath hitched and he paused. He muttered something under
his breath and cupped the bare globes of her ass, the faintly rough pads of his
fingers sliding across her tender skin.

Kitty rocked her hips, the sill hampering her movements. She
needed to have him inside her now. With the desperation of a woman on the edge,
she tugged Monk through the window, his long body landing on hers, although not
fully because he managed to catch most of his weight on his hands so he
wouldn’t crush her. It made her heart do a stupid, unnecessary flop, but she
chose not to pay attention to that.

Because once she rolled them so she was on top, Kitty had
Monk right where she wanted him. The bulge of his cock pressed right against
her bare pussy. She wiggled back a few inches, knowing she couldn’t get to him
if she sat right on top of him. A feral growl rumbled in the back of her throat
as she hiked her skirt higher, not to provide him with a show, but to get at
the zipper of his pants.

He caught her hands with his, stopping her from reaching her
goal. “Baby, slow down.” His voice was rough and ragged, telling her he was
nearly as crazed as she was. “We don’t need to rush this.”

But they did because if she let him slow down, she’d come to
her senses and kick his ass for being a bastard. So she used a dirty trick, one
she’d learned from him, but never attempted before because she’d been far too
shy.

Kitty licked her lips, letting her need shine in her eyes as
she looked down at him. He looked sexy with his hair all tousled, his face dark
with need and his lips slightly puffy from their kiss. If she weren’t in such a
rush to fuck him, she’d let him do the one thing she hadn’t back in high school
and let him eat her out. Her pussy creamed at the thought of straddling his
head and riding his face. Maybe if the heat became unbearable again, she’d try
that. Right now, she wanted cock.

“I want to fuck you, Monk.” She pulled on her hands to get
him to release them. His eyes widened at her words. He’d always been a sucker
for dirty talk. “I want to slide that big cock in my pussy until you’re buried
to the hilt.” Kitty’s heart hammered as her words conjured images of doing just
that, her inner muscles clenching in anticipation. “I want to ride you hard and
fast, feeling every inch of your cock inside me, ramming into me over and over
again. I’m so wet for you right now, my pussy aches.”

He let go of her hands, panting harshly as he hurriedly
undid his belt and the button of his slacks. Kitty watched in hungry excitement
as he unzipped his pants, his cock nearly bursting out of the opening. Long,
thick and ruddy with lust, Monk’s cock looked like the perfect fit for the need
pounding through her. Well, soon to be pounding in her, she thought with a sly
smile that faded when he fisted himself and stroked.

“You want this?” he asked in a near growl. “You want my
cock, Kitty-Cat?”

Instead of answering him, Kitty reached out to swipe the
pearly bead of pre-cum coating the tip of his cock and sucked her finger clean.
She moaned at his taste, richer than his kisses, but definitely Monk.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” His fingers circled the base of his
cock, squeezing.

She chuckled, releasing her finger with a pop. “Bet I can
get you hotter,” she boasted as she reached for his cock, needing to guide him
to her aching cunt.

He allowed her to take control as she used the crown of his
cock to stroke between her slick folds, wetting him even as she teased herself,
every brush of his hardness against her clit making her gasp. Holding his
length between her folds, she rocked her hips, riding him in a slow, steady
glide that left her panting for air.

Monk’s hands gripped her hips, his claws piercing her thin
skirt to score her skin. The slight pain caused her nipples to tighten into
aching peaks. She wanted to rip her top off, to give him her breast to suckle,
but knew if he saw what she’d done with his former mating mark, he’d go
ballistic.
Keep shirt on, get cock in pussy.
It sounded like a plan.

She guided his cock, now soaked with her juices and his
pre-cum, to her entrance and pressed down. It’d been a while since her last
lover, but even if it hadn’t been, David hadn’t been nearly as wide at the tip
as Monk. Luckily, she was so worked up that it didn’t take more than a slight
burn and a little sweat for her to slide all the way down his length. She
didn’t stop until her pelvis rested against his, her eyes closing with the
exquisite pleasure-pain of his thick cock buried deep inside her.

“Goddamn,” he spat, his voice sounding strained. The hands
on her hips dug deeper, the claws lightly piercing her skin. “Don’t move yet.
Don’t— Let me get some control, or I’ll come too—”

Kitty rocked her hips, a moan bursting out of her as his
shaft slid along her inner walls, the friction sending pleasure darting through
her body. It felt so good, so fucking perfect she couldn’t have stopped if she
wanted. And she didn’t want to. Not now.

Monk deserved a fucking medal. He gritted his teeth, the
tight clasp of Kitty’s body holding him like a silken fist. He’d tried holding
her still, tried reasoning with her, but it seemed his Kitty-Cat had a mind of
her own.
Thank God because this is the most pleasure I’ve ever known.
But it was too much.

Then his little beast lifted her lips and slammed down on
him. His cougar urged him to give his mate the hard fucking she demanded, but
Monk fought for control. There were…things he wanted her to know.
Important…things, he was sure. It was hard to tell because his mind went fuzzy
from the sound of her moans as she rode him faster, the feel of her pussy
sliding up and down his dick, clenching and fluttering around him. The scent of
her arousal grew thicker until he swore he could taste it on the back of his
tongue. His cougar wrestled for dominance, his claws digging into her skin
until the coppery scent of blood joined the musk of her need. It was that
combination of smells that helped Monk’s cougar take the lead.

Rolling Kitty onto her back, Monk released her hips to grab
her hands and pin them to the floor. She writhed beneath him, her bear’s
strength testing his own, but in a fight for dominance, he didn’t pull any
stops. When it seemed as if she would flip them over again, Monk ground his
hips against hers, the crown of his cock hitting her deeper than ever.

“Oh,” she gasped, her body going nearly lax beneath him. But
then she wrapped her legs high on his waist, bringing him in even deeper.
“More. Harder. Now.”

Normally Monk enjoyed slow, almost torturous lovemaking, but
Kitty made him feel like the beast living beneath his skin, like fucking her
was life or death. Bracing his knees on the floor, he had to clench his jaw
tight as he withdrew his cock. The relief when he slammed home again caused
sparks to explode behind his eyes. He needed more of her, he needed all of her.

He transferred her wrists into one of his hands so he could
free the other one. Gripping her thigh hard, he shifted it to drape over his
shoulder, changing the angle of his thrusts. Thanking God that his Kitty was a
flexible girl, he gave it to her hard and fast, the slap of his balls against
her ass punctuating the air.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted as he fucked her like a madman,
her inner muscles tensing around him. “Fuck me, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Her last words ended on a shriek as her orgasm crashed
through her. If he had been in control, the way he was used to, Monk would have
enjoyed watching her fall apart. He could have ridden her through the orgasm
and made her crest again. Purposely. But once her tight pussy started clamping
and clenching around him, the base of his spine tingled, his balls tightened
and he blew the tip off his dick with the power of his climax.

Grunting loudly at the force of his release, Monk’s hips
hammered into Kitty, his cock jerking into her, making her moan as her pussy
started up another round of clenching and clamping and milking. He was
completely fucking lost in her, his climax bursting out of him, bathing her
with his seed until he had nothing left. Yet his body still humped against her,
not ready to leave the warm, wet haven of her pussy despite the sensitivity of
his cock.

Minutes later, possibly hours going by his shuddering
muscles and hopelessly limp dick, Monk slumped over Kitty. Breathing in the
combined scent of sex and blood, his cougar let out a purr of satisfaction.
Their mate had allowed them to have her, had demanded it really. It was a good
fucking day. And as soon as he was able to move again, he’d pull her shirt to the
side and remark her.

Monk closed his eyes, content and happy for the first time
since he’d purposely hurt her so many years ago. This was where he was meant to
be, buried deep inside his mate— With her hand shoving him away. Still a little
boneless from the force of his climax, Monk rolled off Kitty with a groan, his
cock sliding free of her.

That was fine. He’d just lie here until he had enough energy
to put Kitty over his lap and spank her soft ass. He was the dominant male and
if he wanted to sleep in the female he loved, he would and she’d like it. His
cock should have been wrung out and waving the white flag, but the minute he
thought about how tight and wet and hot Kitty’s pussy was, it stirred with
interest.

Interest his mate didn’t share because he heard her moving
next to him. “Well, that was nice,” she said in a bright, chipper tone.

Monk squinted at her through one eye to see her get to her
feet, her skirt falling down to cover her gorgeous legs. “Nice?” he managed to
croak, his voice rough from all the panting and grunting he’d done. She’d made
him come like a porn star and she thought it was fun? How about amazing, or
exceptional, or even awesome?

“Mm-hmm,” she murmured as she moved across the room to the
dress form with things pinned in it like a voodoo doll. “Be sure to lock the
door behind you when you leave.”

That roused Monk enough to sit up and stare at her. Kitty
ignored him, picking up a length of fabric and draping it over the shoulder of
the form. “Leave?” he asked, feeling like a fucking macaw, repeating everything
she said. He cleared his throat and tucked his cock away to feel a little less
vulnerable in the face of his insane mate. “I’m not leaving yet.”

She laughed, further proving she’d lost her fucking mind.
“Of course you are. I have work to do.” She glanced at him over her shoulder,
her dark eyes twinkling. “It was fun, Monk, but you didn’t think it was
anything more than sex, did you?”

Stomach twisting with dread, Monk got to his feet and tried
ignoring how slack and weak his muscles felt. “What? Of course this was more
than sex. This was us getting back together.”

The sparkle in her eyes died and her full, kiss-swollen lips
tightened. “There is no us and there definitely won’t be any getting back
together.” She straightened and turned to face him, looking completely unlike
the woman he’d just made love to on the floor. “This was just us scratching a
mutual itch and while it was good, it was only sex. So thank you.”

Monk’s brain scrambled to figure out what she was doing.
There had to be another reason for this about-face. He’d apologized to her.
Thinking back to the frantic, animalistic coupling, he realized she hadn’t once
looked at him with tenderness, the way she used to. She hadn’t said “make love
to me”. She’d said “fuck me”. His cock twitched again because the one time
they’d been together, he’d tried to get her to tell him what she wanted, but
she’d been too shy.
Well that’s certainly changed.

“You’re getting back at me for what I did.” It made sense.
He’d hurt her a lot worse than he’d intended and she wanted to strike out at
him for it. “But you never let me explain—”

“No, I didn’t because it doesn’t matter anymore.” Her voice
was cool and collected, the look she sent him just as contained. “And yeah,
maybe part of me wanted to have sex with you in some weird sort of revenge, but
it was more that I wanted sex and you provided. Is that so hard to understand?”

Anger flaring at her dismissive words, he stepped closer to
her. “Yes, it’s fucking hard to understand. Is this all some kind of game
you’re playing to make me feel even worse about what I did to you? I hated
myself for it, okay? I still fucking do, but I never stopped loving you!” The
disbelief on her face caused the dam to break, words pouring out of his mouth
without conscious thought. “I was afraid that if we mated, I’d kill our cubs,
okay? I was scared of killing the love you had for me.”