Prey & Prejudice: Cougar Falls, Book 7 (14 page)

All dolled up, wearing hooker heels and offering herself like that. On the one hand, Zoe appreciated Alissa’s stance. The woman admitted to her mistakes and openly announced she’d be interested in mating the man.
Well, played, Whoreberto.
That attitude of “letting him call the shots” put a definite kink in Zoe’s plans.

Who the hell had asked Alissa to mention Zoe’s plan to claim him? Miles hadn’t taken to the idea at all, and now that Alissa had planted the seed, he’d be that much more stubborn when Zoe tried to nab him. Would he consider Alissa’s offer instead?

Glaring at Miles who slept so soundly, she yanked off her clothes and let them pool at her feet.
Man needs a friggin’ keeper.

Inside, her cat grunted her assent. Time to get started on this wooing crap. She wanted to sex him up and keep him. But no. Miles would make this as difficult as possible. Her crush on the stubborn cat was morphing dangerously into deeper affection. She actually respected him, and God knew, she desired him like no other.

Zoe was gorgeous, as smart if not smarter than him, and wanted the position of pride leader—something he wanted desperately to let go of. She didn’t know why a mating between them needed to be complicated. They each had needs the other could provide. Yet she knew without a doubt, if she approached him first about mating, he’d reject her before she could finish asking.

Stupid male ego.

So she’d do what she did best. Seduce a
yes
out of him.

At the thought, she grinned. This might not be easy, but it would be a lot of fun. Strutting toward the bed, she stopped and dragged the sheet down his back to bare his golden body, inch by inch. She didn’t stop until the sheet hit the floor, showing off the expanse of his muscled back, ass and thick thighs. He murmured something and shifted, raising his leg on the bed, and she caught a glimpse of that male part of him.

She tingled from head to toe and forced her scent to escape the Hunter’s mist she’d earlier doused herself in. Time to play with her prey before she pounced.

Chapter Nine

Miles was having the best dream. In it, Zoe’s scent layered over him, and then her hands followed suit. She stroked his feet, his legs, his ass and shoulders. She rumbled her approval and purred as she rubbed herself against his back. Her breasts felt hot against him, and he swore her nipples poked rows of desire into his skin.

Now hard and wanting the release always out of reach when dealing with her, he shifted and found himself pinned. Strange. Roused out of his sleep, he blinked down at his bed and felt someone spread his legs.

Her scent hit him hard, and he sucked in a breath as warm hands cupped his balls and massaged him.

“That’s nice,” she whispered and dragged those skilled hands under his body to grip his hard shaft. Then she withdrew her touch and started kissing her way up the inside of his thigh.

Dream or reality, Miles didn’t care. This felt too good to ignore, and he’d suffered for long enough. No more cold showers that didn’t work. No more jacking off to memories of her blowing him, of him licking her. Now he’d ease this incessant desire and bury himself inside her. The lustful curiosity was killing him
and
his cat.

When her lips touched his balls, he arched his hips off the bed, trying to give himself some respite from his aching shaft. But then she sucked him, and he couldn’t move, caught in extreme frustration.

She made low moans in the back of her throat and continued to lick her way around him. Up his sac, over his buttocks to his lower back. She shoved him back down onto the mattress and nibbled up his back, rubbing those round breasts all over him.

“You’re naked,” he said stupidly, needing to kiss her.

“Yeah. Just like you.” Her husky voice entranced.

He bucked under her, enough to move her so that he could flip onto his back.

She settled over him once more, straddling his groin with a wet pussy, and he was well and truly ensnared. The woman wanted him. Her sweet scent called, and he intended to answer.

He yanked her down and met her hungry kiss with his own. They ravaged each other’s mouths. All the while, he ground up into her pussy, his hands on her waist to hold her down. When she nipped his lip and sucked his tongue, he growled approvingly. But Zoe being Zoe had to take things one step further.

She started riding him, grinding against his cock with sure, slick movements. And he feared coming before entering her. Too fast, too much need.

He pulled her up over his body, so he could suck on her nipples the way he’d been dreaming about.

She cried out while he sucked and teethed, giving both breasts equal attention. Then her clever hands found his cock, and she gripped him tightly enough that he had to fight not to explode.

He stopped sucking and closed his eyes, overwhelmed by her touch and scent. He was fast losing control, and he didn’t like it. No woman had ever done this to him, and no woman should.

Too wild, too—

“
Fuck.
”

She eased over his cock, taking him inside her wet heat and scorching him with need.

He lost it. Miles swore as he slammed up into her, then pulled them back down to the bed. He tugged her hair to get her face closer, and when her glistening lips parted and she moaned his name in surrender, he started to purr.

He kissed her and fucked her, thrusting up to meet her every time she slammed over him. Their coupling was fierce and rough and perfect.

When she cried out and came, squeezing him snugly, he didn’t even try to hold back. He kissed her, hugging her torso to him as he climaxed in relief. She pulled up and watched him, and he continued to come, her body milking him of the tension plaguing him since he’d first laid eyes on her.

She shifted, and he sucked in a breath, the sensitivity squeezing another jolt of pleasure from his system.

“Oh my God.” She stared down at him, her eyes glazed with pleasure, and he knew she hadn’t faked a damn thing.

Why she was naked and in his bedroom mattered less than the rightness of being inside her. Drowsiness overcame him as he pulled her close for another kiss. He didn’t bother to pull out, but gathered her on top of him and held her head to his chest.

Her soft sigh teased him into sleep once more.

Miles woke to a heavy weight holding him down and a soft snore that didn’t belong in his bed. He blinked at dark hair over his cheek and the scent of a well-pleasured female. Her essence permeated the room, as did the subtle beginning of a mate bond, if he wasn’t mistaken. Odd, but not unpleasant.

He should have been running for the closest exit. Instead, he stroked Zoe’s soft hair and shifted her to the side. To his surprise, he slid out of her. Naked. Sex. No protection.

He might have impregnated the female last night, but he couldn’t find it in him to panic just yet. The endorphins continued to give him that pleasure high, one he wanted to feel again. A glance at the clock told him he had time. He hurried to the shower and cleaned himself up, curious that her scent had yet to fade.

He’d gone to bed the previous night thinking about her, but he hadn’t scented her or seen her. She’d come into his room while he slept and taken advantage, seducing him awake until he couldn’t breathe but for want of her. The sly woman.

He chuckled under his breath and turned off the shower. After drying off, he joined her again in the bedroom. She lay on her back, gloriously naked. And perilously close to landing in an unfortunate wet spot on the bed. Using his towel, he covered it. Then he returned to the bathroom for a washcloth. After wiping her up and acknowledging his startling satisfaction at seeing her filled with his seed, he considered what to do.

She’d obviously seduced him. But why? Because he hadn’t jumped when she’d expected? Because, unlike the other randy assholes in the pride, he hadn’t fallen in line and danced to her tune…until now.

Alissa had mentioned that Zoe intended to claim him. He caught the subtle scent still on his skin. Yet to wear it, some part of him had accepted it. His stupid cat, no doubt.

She frowned in sleep, looking like a vexed kitten.

No leading me by the balls, Candace. We share a connection, you and I. Time to make you see that you’re as helpless as I am about it.
With a smile, he tossed the rag and decided he could give as good as he got. He released scent into the room, the arousal of a sexually needy cat, and loomed over her. Just as she opened her eyes, he settled between her legs and licked her.

And licked her some more. She tasted delicious. Already he wanted to see her experience her pleasure. Several times. With his mouth on her, as he kissed and sucked her breasts, while he lay buried inside her.

She moaned his name and threaded her hands in his hair, and he deepened the intimate kiss between her legs. Her plump clit felt hard. He needed to consume her until her taste was no mere memory, but a part of him always.

He thrust his tongue inside her and purred as she keened and flooded him with cream.
So good, so right.

His cat urged him to rub his scent in, and Miles let go of her clit to rub his cheeks against her folds, her inner thighs, and up to her belly. While she panted and sighed his name, he continued to kiss her soft skin. Such muscle under her golden flesh. The contrast of strength and softness, beauty and deadly potential, made him ache to know the whole of her. Inside and out.

As much as Miles had no intention of letting her control a mating, he feared he’d lost the battle in his desire not to mate
her
. God, he wanted her, and for more than just sex. Her constant challenge excited him. The woman aroused him. And her cat constantly played with him, encouraging him to live and enjoy life with a sense of humor.

How could he not be attracted to that?

Now what to do about it remained the question. He decided to wonder about that later and continued his foray over her body. He learned by touch what she liked best, her sensitive spots and how much she loved having her nipples suckled.

He could spend hours over those delectable mounds, but she urged him with sharp nails over his back and constant writhing to bury himself deep.

Moving up her body, he stared into her eyes, seeing her cat caught in the pleasure as well. He kissed her neck and nipped her throat.

She moaned and arched her head back. “What are you doing to me?”

“What you did to me,” he answered in a low voice, half growling, half promising. Then he raised his head to watch her face as he entered her.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and held on while they joined as one, gazing into each others’ eyes—and souls—as the physical became spiritual, their cats intertwining as well.

“You feel so big inside me,” she breathed.

“Balls-deep, isn’t that right?” he rasped as he seated himself fully.

“Fuck,
yes,
” she hissed and tried to move, but he wouldn’t let her. “Please. Take me. More, Miles.”

“Yes.” No battle of wills here, just a hunger to quench. A need to fulfill. “Watch me.”

She stared at him, her expression both dazed and ecstatic as he withdrew fully, only to ram back inside her.

“Oh, yes. Again.”

He took her slowly, thoroughly, each thrust and pull one long, deep stroke, until he couldn’t deny her moans and cries for more. He angled his body so that with each pass he grazed her clit. He took her with force, needing to stake his claim and remind her who dominated in bed. By the sounds she made and the scent of pleasure growing thicker, she needed it as well. Zoe would have to have a confident partner, a man with stamina and strength to satisfy the powerful feline inside her.

This time when she came, he came with her. And they watched one another as their crisis impacted, the cathartic bliss overpowering.

Miles shuddered, gave one final surge and felt his seed and a burst of energy leave him, a gift from his feline, settling over and into Zoe.

He hadn’t realized he’d closed his eyes until he opened them to find her staring at him in wonder. To his astonishment, she flushed with what looked like shyness.

He didn’t know what to say, so instead, he gave her the softest kiss as he withdrew from her body. As his raw desire finally faded, affection took its place.

Zoe didn’t speak. She tugged him down to her and curled into his arms, touching him all over. He returned the strokes, petting her back, and they fell asleep holding one another once more.

Zoe thought for sure Miles would have something to say the next morning, especially after Alissa’s pop-in the night before. But after he’d left the bed to shower, he slapped her on the ass and told her to stop being so lazy.

Even the best sex of her life hadn’t made her a morning person. She glared up at the impeccably dressed cat.

“I’m off to a few meetings. I’ll see you later.” He leaned down and kissed her, lingering, and she caught the spike of lust in the air. He pulled back, stared at her breasts for a long minute, sighed, then left.

Zoe felt as if she’d dreamed the whole experience. Earth-shattering, bone-melting sex with Miles Bermin that had blown her ever-lovin’ mind. Yet no dream would have left his scent clinging to her throughout her shower and into the day.