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other for eternity."
"Why did you tell me that poor faerie was screaming in ecstasy, when she was
dying?"
"You were fearful; it was best to shield you from the truth."
She seemed happy with his reply. He took both her hands and waited for the
next question.
"Tell me about the transformation."
Dear gods, how had she discovered this? He drew a deep breath, deciding to be
honest.
"When we bite, our venom will change you into a Pride female. You will
become stronger, more agile and have improved senses like those you've already
experienced. You'll grow fangs; however, you'll not be able to morph until you bear
a cub."
"Explain 'cub'." She grimaced, dropped her hands and moved back when he
reached for her.
"We call our babes 'cubs'. You have fears our child will be a cat? No, it will be
as you and I and Thryll. Did you not understand the gift Nox gave to you? Our
babes will all be a mix of the three of us. Not my cub or Thryll's cub but our cub."
He watched Beth absorb this information as she sat and stared into the
undergrowth as if she needed to decide. Time passed and the awful pang of rejection
began to creep into his soul. His cat wanted to break free and run into the forest.
"Thank you for your honesty." She looked up at him. "My life, in the Human
realm, was very lonely. I honestly believed I'd passed my best 'use-by' date. I know
you don't understand that expression; it means, I thought my chance to find a man
was limited. I believe you will care for me. I can accept you for all you are, Zandor,
and everything we will be."
Zandor's cat purred. Beth giggled, her eyes dancing with mischief, and
pounced on him, rolling them both back. He pulled her close. She sprawled on top of
him, her nipples hard against his chest. Damp, urgent bodies, flesh to flesh. Enjoying
the sting of her sharp nails across his shoulders, he drank in her heady scent and fell
into her erotic web. Gods, he wanted her in every possible way, to fill her with his
essence, imprint his scent on her so she would never take another. He gripped her
head and pulled her soft mouth toward him. Sucking on her tongue, so moist, so
hungry, he tasted, enjoyed, and groaned when her impatient, honey flavored tongue
plunged deep in his mouth. His skin raised in goose-bumps as her fingers tangled in
his hair and she slid her long legs across his body. Her cool, hard nipples brushed
his chest and sent blood in a head-spinning rush to his cock.
"I want you, little one; take me into you, and know me in all ways."
Beth trembled under his touch and kissed him with passion, sucking hard on
his bottom lip. He responded with a deep growl, grasped her hands and trapped
them in his fist as he rolled her onto her back and covered her with his hot body.
"Mine," he growled as his mouth closed over a nipple.
She arched as he sucked, teasing her nipple with his fangs, and she loved it.
His scent, so familiar now, carried the pungent aromas of the rainforest, his breath of
summer rain. She writhed as his heavy weight pinned her deliciously. His legs
rested each side of her hips; his huge cock pressed against her stomach. She enjoyed
being beneath him. Hell, she loved him. She lifted her body for him to caress and
shivered when his tongue played across erogenous zones she had not known
existed. Their bare skin slid, silk on silk, as he explored and tasted her in devastating
precision.
"You taste like honey and moonbeams," he purred and bent to cover her
mouth.
His touch demanded, branded her and the soft kisses that trailed a path down
her neck romanced. He dropped her arms and his strong hands lifted her hips,
allowing him to feast between her legs. She cried out his name. His silken hair
brushed her skin and tickled unmercifully. She watched his head bob between her
thighs, opening her folds with long strokes of his tongue, swirling intently around
her hard pearl. She quivered when his fingers gripped her ass cheeks, kneading as
his thumbs caressed her ass, her pussy. With Thryll, she burned; under Zandor's hot
mouth, she melted. He caught her pearl between his teeth and sucked. She begged
for release and heard his wicked chuckle as she came in a shuddering torrent.
Zandor enjoyed the pain inflicted by her fingers twisting in his hair. He
continued to savor the wetness of her body as she writhed in ecstasy. She tasted
incredible, better than he could have ever imagined. Her scent, so concentrated here,
left no doubt she was his, made for him, for them, by the Lady, just as Thryll had
predicted. He watched her flushed face, her eyes deep pools of passion. He took
pleasure in the tremble of her moist body against him. She was ready, he decided,
and lifted her knees to his hips. So wet, wet enough to take her ass. No, not yet, but soon,
little one, soon. He rested the head of his rigid cock to her pussy. Watch her eyes, be
gentle. He pushed away his cat s urge to bite, and moved forward. Slowly, ever so
slowly, he thrust into her hot wetness.
"You're too big, it won't fit," she gasped as her arms flailed.
"You were made for me, little one. Open for me; I'm yours." He waited on the
precipice of delight; blood throbbed like war drums in his ears. "Relax, little one, I'll
not force you."
Once she relaxed, he moved again into her heat. He understood her fear as
her pussy gripped him tightly, but she would take him, all of him, here and in her
ass. He reached between them and pinched her pearl, sighing with relief when she
bucked at the contact and moaned delightfully. He would bring her up again, he
decided, and watched her spiral quickly into bliss, coating him with her nectar. He
took a deep breath of delight as her pussy began to quiver, clutched her hips, and
drove inside.
Beth panicked, convinced he would split her in two. She bit her bottom lip as
he thrust deep, and rode on the waves of an intense orgasm. All worries fled as her
pussy stretched to the limit and accepted his massive bulk. She twisted but his warm
hands held her tight as he withdrew completely and drove into her again. Sucking in
his scent, she calmed and then her pleasure rose again as he awakened a ferocious
need deep in her belly. She bit her cheek to stop swearing her undying love as the
head of his cock hit the entrance to her womb, his hard muscles, golden skin, hot and
wet, slid against her tender nipples, to torment, to inflame. A tremor of wild
pleasure shot through her center at his exquisite intrusion and she tumbled over the
edge again. Her entire body shook as he filled her with a pounding hot delight. He
dropped her legs, fell forward, and cupped her cheeks in his hands. His kiss was
fierce, possessive, deliciously demanding as fangs pierced her lip, leaving a metallic
taste on her tongue. He licked the blood from her lip, raised his head, and swore.
"Gods, we're in trouble, little one, my cat has tasted your blood."
She froze. Heart racing, she lay pinned beneath him. His eyes burned gold as
he began to move inside her. Every stroke was so intense, so thrilling, she rolled in
perpetual climax with every plunge. He lifted his head to graze a trail down her
neck with his fangs. She gasped when his teeth closed on her breast and lost herself
in him, drowned in his essence. Any thought to stop him biting was hopeless He
raged like a storm, his eyes flashed color, darkness, and lightning. She watched his
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