thrust into her, and recognition ran through his features. “Oh, those wounds. Are you sure? We can take it slow.”
He moved into her with deliberate lack of speed.
Lee panted, tugged and hauled at him, trying to get him to come completely inside her.
“No hurries, we have the rest of our lives.”
“Your life will be very short if you don’t finish what you started.” She leaned up and nipped at his neck.
Her teeth sharpened when he pulled out and thrust in a little faster.
“More.”
He nuzzled at her neck and moved faster, harder, plunging and sliding into her until she was rocking with every thrust.
She licked at every inch of skin she could reach. Lee caressed his chest, dragged her nails across his nipples and down his abdomen before dragging them up his back and pulling him close.
He growled, groaned and ground his hips against her until she whimpered and gasped, her climax striking her and shaking her around him.
He pounded into her, and the friction heated her channel into another round of palpitations around his cock. James grunted, and his neck flexed as he held himself to her, his shaft jetting its contents deep within.
James sighed happily and collapsed on her, rolling so that they were side by side with his hand holding her hips to let him stay inside her.
She smiled and caressed his skin as a dreamy lassitude took her over. Her lids were heavy, and she snuggled against him, pulling his body heat into her until it rocked her into sleep.
* * * *
James looked down at his lioness and smiled, so much for myths of men falling asleep after sex. She had been through so much in her life, and yet, she trusted almost everyone she met. It was a rare quality and one that he intended to preserve.
The first aid centre would be done by the end of the week, and Lee’s three eligible half-sisters had been given a free pass to the Crossroads. If they wanted a mate, they would find one. It had taken a lot of negotiation on his part, but the Pride Master had agreed. The Aflai sisters might do better with another species to break the cycle of subservience to a male lion.
The rest of the females that had been taken from the lion compounds were to be evaluated on a case-by-case basis. Some might thrive in their sheltering homes and some might not. It was a wait-and-see situation.
Lee murmured and shifted closer. James closed his eyes briefly as his cock swelled inside the silken embrace of her body. None of the women he had had in his life felt this right, this perfect.
How could he have thought she was timid? As he remembered the light of battle in her eyes, it was a peculiar counterpoint to the lioness that chased butterflies. She was a complicated female, and she was all his.
He caressed the dark hair that translated into dark fur on an otherwise golden lioness and smiled. If he was honest with himself, he had been hers the moment that she had followed those two thugs out of the bar.
Give him a woman who could handle herself in an alley fight but was afraid of eye contact, and he was doomed to worship at her feet. What a way to go.
* * * *
Two weeks later
“Okay, Chuck. You only have one…what is the drink of the day?” Lee rubbed her hands together and watched as Chuck mixed, blended and twirled his way behind the bar.
“It’s a surprise. A little of this, a little of that and a lot of that.” He winked and produced a martini glass rimmed with graham cracker crumbs and the glass appeared to be filled with cream.
Lee was suspicious after the sour cherry debacle. On the other hand, she now knew that her spitting distance was twelve feet.
She licked daintily at the graham crumbs and found them sweet. A sip of the concoction and she smiled. “It tastes like cheesecake.”
Chuck grinned with triumph. “Good?”
She sipped and sighed. “Very good. What’s in it?”
“Two parts sweet and sour, one part limoncello, one part vanilla vodka and three parts cream.”
A young woman came to the
He moved into her with deliberate lack of speed.
Lee panted, tugged and hauled at him, trying to get him to come completely inside her.
“No hurries, we have the rest of our lives.”
“Your life will be very short if you don’t finish what you started.” She leaned up and nipped at his neck.
Her teeth sharpened when he pulled out and thrust in a little faster.
“More.”
He nuzzled at her neck and moved faster, harder, plunging and sliding into her until she was rocking with every thrust.
She licked at every inch of skin she could reach. Lee caressed his chest, dragged her nails across his nipples and down his abdomen before dragging them up his back and pulling him close.
He growled, groaned and ground his hips against her until she whimpered and gasped, her climax striking her and shaking her around him.
He pounded into her, and the friction heated her channel into another round of palpitations around his cock. James grunted, and his neck flexed as he held himself to her, his shaft jetting its contents deep within.
James sighed happily and collapsed on her, rolling so that they were side by side with his hand holding her hips to let him stay inside her.
She smiled and caressed his skin as a dreamy lassitude took her over. Her lids were heavy, and she snuggled against him, pulling his body heat into her until it rocked her into sleep.
* * * *
James looked down at his lioness and smiled, so much for myths of men falling asleep after sex. She had been through so much in her life, and yet, she trusted almost everyone she met. It was a rare quality and one that he intended to preserve.
The first aid centre would be done by the end of the week, and Lee’s three eligible half-sisters had been given a free pass to the Crossroads. If they wanted a mate, they would find one. It had taken a lot of negotiation on his part, but the Pride Master had agreed. The Aflai sisters might do better with another species to break the cycle of subservience to a male lion.
The rest of the females that had been taken from the lion compounds were to be evaluated on a case-by-case basis. Some might thrive in their sheltering homes and some might not. It was a wait-and-see situation.
Lee murmured and shifted closer. James closed his eyes briefly as his cock swelled inside the silken embrace of her body. None of the women he had had in his life felt this right, this perfect.
How could he have thought she was timid? As he remembered the light of battle in her eyes, it was a peculiar counterpoint to the lioness that chased butterflies. She was a complicated female, and she was all his.
He caressed the dark hair that translated into dark fur on an otherwise golden lioness and smiled. If he was honest with himself, he had been hers the moment that she had followed those two thugs out of the bar.
Give him a woman who could handle herself in an alley fight but was afraid of eye contact, and he was doomed to worship at her feet. What a way to go.
* * * *
Two weeks later
“Okay, Chuck. You only have one…what is the drink of the day?” Lee rubbed her hands together and watched as Chuck mixed, blended and twirled his way behind the bar.
“It’s a surprise. A little of this, a little of that and a lot of that.” He winked and produced a martini glass rimmed with graham cracker crumbs and the glass appeared to be filled with cream.
Lee was suspicious after the sour cherry debacle. On the other hand, she now knew that her spitting distance was twelve feet.
She licked daintily at the graham crumbs and found them sweet. A sip of the concoction and she smiled. “It tastes like cheesecake.”
Chuck grinned with triumph. “Good?”
She sipped and sighed. “Very good. What’s in it?”
“Two parts sweet and sour, one part limoncello, one part vanilla vodka and three parts cream.”
A young woman came to the
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