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  The hunters were no match for his greater strength and determination. Kahn would not suffer the fate of his sire.

  He released a pent-up breath when she slid back into his bed. A joy unlike anything he’d ever experienced filled his heart as she sought him out and curled into him once again before falling back asleep.

  Similar to the way a human would squash a bug, Kahn crushed the hope that rose in his heart. He would not allow himself to hope she’d love him in return and choose to make a life here with him. Even if one totally discounted the fact he was part man, part jaguar, there was still his primitive way of life to take into consideration along with the great potential for dire consequences.

  From his experiences of living among the humans, he much preferred to indulge in a simple harmony with nature. Humans were afraid of the unknown, and shifters were at the top of their list. Most who’d known his secret considered him a freak and were not able to accept his animal half, forcing Kahn to keep that essential side of himself hidden.

  Regardless of his close relationship with other animals, Kahn was also an outsider here in his chosen home. At least the animals had an easier time accepting his dichotomous nature. He didn’t expect a human to truly understand his duality or the dangers of associating with a shifter.

  When the woman woke, he wouldn’t reveal his human side. He’d provide food and shelter until she was well, then he’d lead her back to “civilization” and return to his solitary, uncomplicated life.

  Still, as sleep claimed him once again, unwelcome hope seized his heart, regardless of his admonition against such foolishness. He clung to the impossible optimism that the woman spooned so close to him—his mate—would accept all of him. Both man and beast.

  * * * * *

  Anita woke with a gasp dying on her lips. The strong need to fuck filled her and the warm body pressed against her heated flesh would do just fine, thank you very much.

  His distinctive, spicy taste still permeated her mouth from the long kisses they’d shared and she burned for his gentle touch. The warm blasts of his breath washing over her breasts had her whimpering. She ached. The swollen globes needed attention, as did her moist pussy.

  She tried pleading with the stranger. “I need you.”

  Shhh. Go back to sleep, love.

  The words rushed through her mind like a velvety caress. She recognized the deep, sexy voice as it echoed in her thoughts. His ability to speak in her mind was awe-inspiring. She wanted to talk to him the same way but lacked the gift.

  Go back to sleep…yeah, right! She almost laughed at the impossible idea. There was no way she’d be able to sleep with her body this jacked up. She knew from past experience she wouldn’t rest now until reaching the sweet release of orgasm. Whether it would happen by her hand or his was the only mystery remaining in this equation.

  “I can’t. Please touch me.”

  Running her hands down her sides, Anita grabbed the hem of her thin tank top and pulled it over her head then reached between her breasts and popped the front closure on her bra, allowing the ripe globes to spill free. A deep sigh passed her lips as she took her breasts into her hands, her fingers beginning a firm massage. She pleasured hard, elongated nipples between her fingers and began a series of firm tugs, which created a flood of hot cream within her panties.

  “I need you.”

  His heated gaze devouring her bared torso from the depths of darkness and still he didn’t make a move toward her, resisting the temptation. “Don’t you want me?” Her tone was plaintive, her lips pouted.

  More than you can imagine, love, but I cannot take you.

  Anita wished she could see him, but the inky night was effective as a blindfold covering her eyes. She never did have very good night vision. Still, not seeing him didn’t decrease her desire.

  Whether he was man, beast or a bit of both, was of no concern. She wanted Rakahnja, burned for his touch. The need for sexual release was overwhelming and it didn’t matter which creature provided it as long as her desires were met.

  As endless, silent moments passed, her other senses picked up the slack created by her lack of vision. She could hear the increase in his breathing and feel each warm exhalation flood over her skin. Anita knew he was near from the heated breath enveloping her.

  Reaching out, she grabbed hold of his head, pulling him to her chest, a little surprised to have found him with such ease. The incongruous feel of the short, silky pelt of fur barely registered in her mind. Right then her mind was focused on getting his warm mouth on her aching flesh and reaching completion. Later she would puzzle out the things that were not important now.

  When he was positioned where she needed him, her hands returned to her lush breasts, cupping the firm globes, holding them toward him in a silent offering. One she hoped with quiet desperation he’d accept.

  At the first tentative slide of his warm tongue against her nipple she arched her back, driving her breast into the heat of his mouth. He needed no further prodding.

  As her fingers massaged, her mysterious companion laved her nipples with impossibly long strokes of his abrasive tongue. The only frame of reference she had to compare the sensation with was her neighbor’s cat, Rubino, licking her hand. The stranger’s tongue had the same rough texture. Damn, did it feel incredible.

  “Oh, yes!”

  Wonderful shivers raced through her body. The sharp, somewhat painful rasp of teeth over one distended peak sent fire zinging through her torso, straight to her pussy.

  She wanted more, needed more. While she was enjoying him pleasuring her breasts, she wanted to experience his touch between her trembling thighs. Anita wiggled beneath Rakahnja, pushing her shorts and panties over her hips, using the toes of one foot to help drag them from her body.

  “Oh, God. Please, lick my pussy. I need you.”

  The words were bold, but she was beyond embarrassment or worry. The desires of her body had taken over and she was ready to surrender to the passion he masterfully stoked.

  Her pleading was more than he could resist. He shifted before even realizing it was happening. His body lengthened, muscle and bone expanding, making the swift change into human form.

  With slow, deliberate movements, Kahn worked his way from the deep valley between her breasts down to her abdomen. When his tongue found the shallow indention of her navel, he teased the small cavern, flicking in and out, imitating what he’d soon do to her pussy. He felt the muscles of her abdomen spasm beneath his mouth and reveled in her responsiveness.

  Not until he’d worked his way to her lower abdomen did he move between her legs. She shivered as his sides caressed her thighs.

  Taking a deep breath, he let her musky fragrance permeate his being. He was so hard, his balls drawn up close to his body merely from the evidence of her arousal. A small gush of fluid escaped the tip of his cock with the first delightful sampling of the sweet honey coating her inner thighs. She tasted like heaven.

  Although she couldn’t see him, Kahn’s keen vision afforded him the most wonderful sight. The woman had brought her hands to her breasts and massaged the full globes, roughly tweaking her nipples. The ripe pink folds of her sex opened before him, much the way a flower unfurls to bask in the radiance of the sun. He’d never seen anything more erotic or inviting.

  He drank in her sweet essence, her heady cries and moans driving his lust higher with each lick. She bucked her hips, thrusting closer to his mouth, and Kahn gave her the firmer contact she sought. He quickly became drunk on her, losing himself in this woman who gave so completely.

  The need to touch her, feel the walls of her pussy clamping down on his fingers drove him wild. With one hand, he spread her folds wide while piercing her core with two thick fingers. The woman cried out, bucking wildly against his hand, the walls of her pussy gripping him tightly. She was incredibly close and he was eager to watch her set free, floating on a wave of ecstasy he’d provided. But he wasn’t ready for this to end.

  Kahn slowed the thr
usting of his fingers and slid his tongue in wide circles around the little pink nub that was swollen so beautifully. He let her incredible flavor permeate his senses. This was something he never wanted to forget.

  “Please,” she cried, “I need to come.”

  “Oh, you will, my sweet,” Kahn growled. “Once I’ve had my fill, you will definitely come for me…many times.”

  Chapter Four

  Kahn endlessly lapped at her delicious pussy, alternating between fucking her tight sheath with his fingers and tongue while gorging with rapacious greed. He knew there was no way he’d ever get enough.

  She was so incredibly beautiful and responsive. As orgasm after orgasm rocketed through the woman, a deep red blush spread across her cheeks and strangled screams filled the cavern. After her third climax, she collapsed limply on the bed wearing the smile of a sated, fulfilled woman, but Kahn ached.

  Laying his head on her mound, he struggled against his animal nature, which demanded he flip her over and take her from behind. He vividly pictured sinking his teeth into her neck, holding her in place as he frantically fucked in and out of her tight, hot, wet cunt and dominated her body.

  His animal inclinations were nearly overpowering the gentler human side. A deep growl rumbled through his chest.

  What difference would it make if he sank his aching cock into her, taking what he desperately needed? Maybe she wouldn’t even remember any of this once she recovered. The disorientation was liable to leave her memories muddled. Then he could slink away, keeping an eye on her from a distance until she was well enough to leave.

  Yet the very thought of her leaving made him want to issue a warning and hold her captive within his primitive home. He never wanted to let her go. His heart ached at the thought of being without her, but he knew there was no way he could keep the woman here. When she recovered, she’d want to return to the human world, go back to her life.

  Of course, he could always beg and plead with her to stay, but Kahn didn’t think it would work. He was too strong-willed and would not reduce himself to begging for the impossible.

  No! There was no way he’d be so weak. Kahn wouldn’t allow history to repeat itself. He’d learned its painful lessons, and no matter how much he wanted the woman, he would not subject her to a doomed fate.

  No sooner had he decided on a course of action than her fingers threaded within his hair and began to massage his scalp. Oh, Lord. Divine shivers slid over his skin and raised goose bumps along his heated flesh. A deep, rumbling purr welled up in his chest and vibrated from his throat as he rubbed against her legs.

  It had been too long since he’d been touched.

  Kahn fought to keep the beast under control, struggled against shifting form and joining with her in a harsh, primal mating, but her insistent tugging at his hair wasn’t helping matters. Small whimpers and pleas passed her lips, severely testing his strength to resist.

  “I want you.”

  And just why the hell was he refusing? Why not give the lady what she wanted?

  “You don’t know what you’re asking.”

  She continued to tug, becoming more determined. “Please…make love to me.”

  In the end, Kahn was too weak to refuse. They both wanted the same thing. The reasons he should not join with the woman lost their power over him as she continued to state her case.

  “I need you!”

  The quiet statement tore at his resistance, ripping his control to shreds. With a powerful lunge, Kahn covered her body, caging her beneath his much bigger, stronger frame.

  “Then you shall have me, my sweet.” His voice sounded husky, wild and untamed.

  Snaking his arms under her legs, he forced her knees toward her chest and spread her wide. He slowed for only a moment, the head of his shaft poised at the entrance to the moist haven of her pussy.

  “Please!”

  The need in her voice, accompanied by a quiet sob nearly undid him. The single word barely passed her lips before he complied, thrusting forward, filling her in one powerful motion, giving in to his true nature. She screamed out her pleasure, seeming to glory in his complete and dominant possession.

  Rakahnja’s cock filled her, the deep penetration making her gasp for each breath, her heart beating at a rapid pace against his chest. They remained that way, each adjusting to the other for breathtaking moments. When he began to move, it was no tentative or easy seduction. He drew on his incredible strength, pulled back until only the tip of his cock remained within her then slammed forward once again, creating a punishing rhythm.

  Her cries of pleasure inflamed his need. Kahn captured her mouth in a wild kiss, tongues twining in a frantic dance. He swallowed the sounds of pleasure as his cock swelled—the soft spines in his glans beginning to extend from the always-present barb.

  She begged and pleaded for more, harder, faster. He gave her everything she asked for and then some as they joined in a near-violent mating.

  Their skin was coated with a slick sheen of sweat. The salty scent, combined with the musky smells of sex, hung heavily in the air they breathed and heightened the already intense experience.

  Over and over, he thrust his hard cock deep into her tight core. Each time their bodies met generated a slapping sound, filling the cave with the primitive rhythm of their wild fucking. He gloried in the way she held on tightly, digging her short fingernails into his shoulders, unable to move and meet his thrusts due to how effectively he held her pinned to the ground.

  Nothing had ever felt as exquisite as her hungry flesh gripping him tighter than a fist. Unbelievable rapture spread through Kahn as the head of his cock flared, the protrusions unfolding further beneath the ridge, extending outward.

  He had not anticipated a true mating, though he should have. They fit so well. She touched a hidden, essential part of him no other was able to reach.

  She bucked beneath him, trying to meet each thrust, reaching for her orgasm.

  “That’s it love. Feel me. Know your mate.”

  Each stroke of his cock raked the sensitive spines along her wet, heated walls, driving him wild. His cum leaked from the tip of his cock to combine with her slick juices, easing his way through the tight clench of her cunt. White-hot lightning streaked down his spine, gathering in his heavy balls. The built-up energy demanded a release he wasn’t yet ready to give in to. Not until she reached completion first.

  The barb was driving him crazy. He’d known it existed, knew the anatomy and physiology well, but had never experienced it opening within a lover. It was an experience reserved for when a feline joined with his one true mate. There would be no other for him now. Only she would be able to slake his needs.

  Tension within his sac reached epic proportions as he felt the spines wedge him securely against her sweet spot. The stimulus would give her nothing but pleasure. She would be delightfully stretched and full, the soft protrusions teasing with a pulsing motion, inflaming her sensitive tissues.

  With a slight change of angle, Kahn’s pelvis ground against her clit each time they crashed together. The friction tightened every muscle and sent her careening over the precipice.

  The sudden, earth-shattering orgasm soared to life within her body. She cried out his name as her pussy clamped down on his cock in fierce spasms, making it difficult for him to move.

  Nothing would slow down his impending release. No matter how much he longed to extend the experience, his body had other ideas. Powerful waves of bliss spread from the spines, washed over his shaft, and joined with the tension in his balls. Then a cataclysmic explosion unlike anything he’d ever felt erupted. Scalding-hot spurts of his cum surged through his cock, shooting into her spasming womb.

  Anita screamed again, her head thrashing from side to side as the spines continued to stimulate her sensitive tissues, driving her orgasms to new heights of bliss. Kahn’s own release was endless, each spasm of her flesh around him demanding more cum from his body, the rapid clenching and unclenching of her walls drawing out ev
ery last drop.

  Finally, when they both began to relax, he could feel the protrusions once again tucking under the ridge of his cock as the barb retreated back within his shaft. As he withdrew, the still-folding spines rubbed over her tender flesh, sparking wild, spasmodic aftershocks that fluttered through her cunt and into him.

  Kahn fought against the automatic renewal of desire as his cock began to harden again, responding to her as it had to no other. He fought in vain to resist the temptation. Neither one of them had the strength to mate with such hard and feral passion again so soon after just reaching completion.

  Then she once again begged for more and Kahn surrendered, giving in to his mate. There was nothing he’d deny her. This time, they came together slow and sensual, making love. Each long, languid stroke of his cock seemed to bring them closer, strengthened their connection.

  After spending himself a second time, he slid down her torso, following his natural feline instincts. With gentle strokes of his tongue, he lapped up their combined juices, devoting infinite care and attention to devouring every sweet drop of salty-sweet fluid while cleaning his mate.

  She writhed and bucked against his face, gushing more sweet honey on which he gladly feasted. No matter how much of her cream spiced with his own essence he managed to imbibe, he desired more.

  Once she was satisfied, it took several minutes for her breathing to return to normal. When her body relaxed, she fell into a deep, sated slumber with the spent bulk of his body resting heavily over her.

  A searing pain streaked through his heart. He loved her enough already to know he’d have to set her free, no matter how much the very idea killed him inside. A life together would only bring misery.

  When Kahn woke in the morning, the decision was taken from him. She’d taken an unexpected turn for the worse during the night. She now had a fever and would not wake as he gently prodded. On closer inspection, he noticed the cuts on her leg seemed to have become infected, the flesh red and swollen. Kahn no longer had any choice in the matter. It was time to take her home.