Instinctive (14 page)

He quickly moved through the rooms, shut the open windows, and pulled the curtains closed to give Jaclyn and himself their much-needed privacy. Then he made his way into the bathroom and brought back a big cotton towel. He rushed back to the kitchen to find Jaclyn exactly where he’d left her, still standing just inside the patio doors, a puddle forming at her feet, looking like a drowned cat. With her hair plastered to her forehead, she stood there wide-eyed, staring up at him. She’d never looked more beautiful. God, she literally took his breath away. His body shook at the intense emotions he’d never experienced with a woman before.

His heart softened when she began shivering. “Poor kitten. Let me take care of you.” Slyck began to peel her soaked dress from her body. He worked slowly, taking his time to savor the magnificent sight of her pert breasts as they spilled from her clothes. He dropped to his knees, carefully lifting one foot at a time as he removed the dress and turned his attention to her gorgeous, passion-drenched pussy as her unique feminine scent called out to him. Once he had her completely naked, he towel-dried her quivering body with the utmost care and noted the way she carefully watched him with those seductive bedroom eyes of hers. His
clothes brushed against her flesh as he stood, and her whole body quaked in response.

“Still cold?” he asked quietly.

She lowered her voice to match his. “Yeah.”

He gathered her into his arms, rubbed his hands over her body, and offered his warmth. “Hot shower?”

“No.”

Surprised at her answer, he inched back to look at her, and arched a questioning brow. “No?”

She shook her head and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him back to her, the look in her eyes making no qualms about what she wanted. “Hot tongue.”

He grinned at her boldness. Acutely aware of her heat and desire and the way it reached out to him, he backed her up against her kitchen table. Damned if he didn’t like a woman who knew what she wanted. Slyck gripped her slim hips, lifted her clear off the floor, and set her on the table.

With easy, gentle movements, he leaned into her and brushed his lips over her eyes, her nose, her mouth, then moved to her neck. Her body trembled and he fought the urge to unleash the beast and ravish her. He slid a hand between her thighs, positioned his mouth near her ear, and murmured in a low voice meant to entice, “You know, since I wasn’t invited to your party, I never did get fed tonight.”

Her legs began to inch open; the delicious scent of her arousal reached his nostrils. “I think there is still some dessert left. Strawberries and cream, I believe,” she purred.

“Mmm, cream. My favorite.”

Slyck gently pushed on her shoulders, easing her backward, until she lay flat on the table before him, completely naked, save for the come-hither smile she was wearing. Goddamn, she looked good enough to eat. He stepped back and slowly walked around her, deciding to do just that.

He heard his voice tremble when he said, “You look so fucking hot, Jaclyn.” Jesus, no woman had ever made his voice tremble before.

As the rain pounded against the patio door, and thunder rumbled in the near distance, the lights inside the house flickered. He felt her body tense. If there was one thing he knew, kittens feared lightning storms—and Jaclyn really was only a kitten. One who needed to be handled with the utmost care and sensitivity.

“Don’t be afraid, Jaclyn.” He ran a gentle hand over her breasts, brushing the undersides every so slightly. “I won’t let anything hurt you.”

“I know,” she whispered. She blinked up at him and spread her legs even more, putting herself in his hands, and showing him just how much she trusted him.

As she submitted to him in human form, his panther howled with pleasure and tried to claw its way out, needing most desperately for his mate to submit to him in her natural, primal state. But he didn’t want to frighten her with its presence just yet, so he focused on her throbbing clit and caged the pacing animal inside him.

“Now this cream. Where is it?” he asked, his imagination kicking into high gear.

As if she knew how naughty his thoughts had turned, she gulped and nodded toward the kitchen counter.

Slyck grabbed the bowl of homemade cream, dipped in a spoon, and took a taste. “Delicious.” He came back to her and pushed a finger inside her tight cunt. Ecstasy flitted across her face. She groaned and arched into him. “But not as delicious as your cream,” he added.

He pulled his finger out and licked it, slowly, longingly savoring the sweetness. Her taste fueled his hunger and had him itching to plunge into her hard and fast, but he forced himself to slow down before he lost all control and went at her like a primal beast in heat. Which pretty much summed up how he was feeling.

Jaclyn licked her lips as she watched him and he could practically see her heart thudding against her chest. Slyck caught a glimpse of her flaming birthmark. He touched it with the cool spoon and then dragged his hand higher, until he reached her full breasts. He spent a moment teasing her tight nipples before he made his way to the hollow of her neck. As he approached her mouth, she opened her lips for a taste. He redipped the spoon and offered her a small sampling.

She flicked her tongue across the spoon and then shook her head. A wicked gleam danced in her eyes. “That’s not the cream I want to taste, Slyck.”

Jaclyn reached out and cupped the bulge in his pants. She angled her head until her mouth lined up perfectly with his crotch. “I want to feel your cock in my mouth. I want to taste your cream.”

“Oh, Jesus, Jaclyn,” he groaned, his body clenching with need as he pictured that sweet little mouth of hers wrapped around his cock, her hot, hungry tongue laving the length of him. “Believe me, sweetheart, I want that too, but not yet.” Disappointment
crossed her flushed face. “Later, I promise. First I need to taste you.”

When she opened her mouth to protest, he cut her off and distracted her by saying, “I’m going to start here.” Slyck scooped up another spoonful of cream and put a dollop onto the peak of each tight nipple. He trailed a milky-white path down her chest and over her stomach, stopping to put a drop in her belly button. “Then I’m going to stop here.” When he lightly brushed the spoon over her hot cunt, her hips came off the table in anticipation.

“And?” she asked, eagerly, not even bothering to mask the raw excitement in her voice—a trait that he positively admired.

He grinned, loving that she felt free enough to release her uninhibited nature with him, that she no longer kept her sexual prowess or her blatant femininity hidden beneath staid attire.

“Well, then I plan on pushing my tongue high into your pussy so I can tongue-fuck you.” He swept his gaze down the length of her. “Once I have you quivering, I’m going to lick your clit so thoroughly, you’re going to come like you’ve never come before. And just when you think you’ve had enough, that you can’t take any more, I’m going to put two fingers inside you and make you come for me again.”

As he offered her a detailed itinerary of how he was going to pleasure her, thunder rumbled close, and Jaclyn began panting with wanting. Satisfaction rolled through him. He loved that he did this to her. Lightning flashed overhead, and the lights inside the house flickered off.

Her soft hand reached out to touch his face, the heat from her palm filling his soul with warmth. He nodded toward the chair
beside him as he dropped the spoon and inserted a finger into her throbbing pussy. “Then, once I have you nice and creamy, I’m going to sit in that chair, pull you down onto my cock, and spend the rest of the night fucking you. By the time I’m done with you, kitten, you won’t even remember your own name.” He gave her a cocky grin and added, “But I’m going to leave you so well fucked, you’ll sure as hell never forget mine.” She moved against his finger, riding it so hard, he could hardly stand how hot it made him. He put his mouth near hers and spoke in whispered words. “You see, sweetheart, ever since I watched you fuck that rubber cock, it’s all I’ve been able to think about. I want you to resume that position, but I want to be the one beneath you this time.”

Lightning flashed again, and he caught a few flecks of green shining in the depths of her blue eyes. Holy fuck! He drew another quick breath as her
We-Sa
reached out to him. Like humans, kittens were born with blue eyes, gaining pigmentation as they aged, or in Jaclyn’s case as she became a mature, fully changed panther.

“What is it?” she asked, reading his body language as their hot gazes collided.

He pulled his finger from her cunt and kept his voice light, even though his panther was quivering with excitement, anxious to meet its mate in their primal form. “Nothing,” he said. The last thing he wanted to do was alarm her or break the moment by telling her that her panther was trying to emerge. “The storm is close.”

She curled her fingers through his hair, and her voice hitched when she said, “I don’t normally like storms. But it doesn’t seem
so bad right now.” She gave him a small smile. “Actually, it’s kind of cozy being in here with you, listening to the wind and rain pounding against the house.”

As her words warmed him deep, his protective instincts flared. Slyck bent and captured her pouty lips with his. He kissed her slowly and gently as emotions welled up inside him. God, he could hardly believe he’d found her. His mate. He almost wept with joy.

He ran his hands over her nakedness and felt her shiver. He inched back and glanced at her body, pleased at the way she was sensuously stretched out across the kitchen table, so open, so willing—his to do with as he pleased.

He’d never seen her look more beautiful or needy. A lump lodged somewhere deep in his throat, and sweat collected on his brow as he perused her. “I love seeing you like this,” he whispered and stroked her puckered clit with the pad of his thumb, a light, continuous caress that made her squirm.

Slyck shook his head and groaned. “Look at you, baby. You’re all warm and wet and open for me.” He continued to stroke her pussy while he glanced into her green-blue-flecked eyes. He spent a long moment just looking at her before he furrowed his brow and questioned, “I know you have a very sexual nature, Jaclyn, but you’re not like this with other men, are you? It’s different with me, isn’t it?” He wasn’t sure why but he really needed to hear her say it.

She was so caught up in the moment, he could tell it was hard for her to speak. She pulled in a breath. “You seem to know an awful lot about me, Slyck.” Her voice was nothing more than a soft, strangled whisper.

“And you know the reason why, don’t you?”

The vulnerable look in her eyes was all the answer he needed, for the time being. He brushed his lips over her damp forehead, and breathed in the sweet scent of her hair. Desperate to taste her entire body, he dragged his wet tongue over her neck and continued on a downward path until he reached her nipples. “Beautiful,” he murmured as he wrapped his lips around one hard bud and drank in the cream.

She gasped and writhed beneath him. Her reactions told him just how sensitive her nipples really were. After thoroughly cleansing both breasts, he angled his head to see her. Her eyes flashed with dark desire.

“You like that, sweetheart?”

When she nodded he brushed the soft blade of his tongue over her tight peak again, inserted his index finger into her moist cunt, and felt her small tremors take hold. Heat flared through him. Oh yeah, very sensitive, indeed. She was ready to come just from nipple stimulation. But he wasn’t ready to bring her over just yet. The night was still so young, and his panther wanted to play.

With slow, deliberate movements he ran his tongue over her body, lapping up every last drop of cream until he reached her pussy. His eyes moved over her naked sex.
Ah, Jesus.
She had her hot pink cunt spread so wide-open for him it nearly obliterated all his control.

Jaclyn touched her hand to her clit, which forced Slyck to momentarily close his eyes against the southern flood of heat.

“Slyck, I need to come,” she whispered, a note of desperation in her voice.

He shackled her wrists and put them above her head. “It’s my turn to touch. Now bend your legs.”

After she obliged he dropped to his knees and pulled her to the end of the table, and keeping his promise, he pushed his tongue all the way up inside her.

“Ohmigod,” she cried out.

He dipped into her juice and then slathered it all over her clit. “You’re very swollen, baby,” he murmured from between her thighs. He gave a light brush with his tongue and watched her sex muscles flutter.

“Harder. Please. I’m so close.”

He could feel the tension rising in her. Hell, he was just about ready to explode himself. “No need to rush things,” he said calmly, yet feeling anything but.

“Yes, rush things,” she demanded. God, he loved her enthusiasm. The light flickered on long enough for him to see moisture glistening on her hot cunt. The sight made him wild with need.

Burying his face between her legs, he gave her pussy his undivided attention. He pushed into her tight pink core, stretching her with his tongue.

“That’s it, Slyck. That’s so good.”

In no time at all, Slyck took her to the edge of oblivion and kept her hovering there as his mouth indulged in her sweet cream. His cock pushed so hard against his zipper, pleasure turned to pain.

He slipped a finger inside her and stroked her G-spot. He stole a glance at her. Her fingers gripped the side of the table as her dark lashes fluttered shut. Gorgeous breasts bounced as she
drove herself against his finger. Lust gathered between his legs. Goddamn it, he needed to fuck her.

She lifted her hips from the table. “Slyck, I’m—”

He let out a long growl as she came in his mouth. Her sweet scent seduced all his senses. When her tremors subsided, he quickly climbed to his feet and looked at her. She looked so damn sexy when she peaked.