Free One Down: Bayou Heat (Pantera Security League Book 1) by Alexandra Ivy, Laura Wright

you down on my shaft… If I’m inside you, so deep you can’t breathe, so deep I can’t think…you will belong to me.”
    Her nipples tightened to buds, aching, desperate to be touched, and her pussy creamed against the shaft of his cock.
    “Do you understand what I’m saying?” he urged, his face a mask of unbridled tension. “I’m Pantera, a puma. I can’t possibly walk away from you after I’ve had you. I know that as I know my own name.”
    The thing…inside her was growling, clawing at the edges of her skin. It wanted to get to him. It wasn’t to bite him.
    “Please,” he begged. “I’ll let you go if I must. But push off me now…get dressed and wait outside—”
    She didn’t let him finish. She was up, on her knees and with her eyes pinned to his, she sat down forcefully on his cock.
    A gasp ripped from her throat at the deep invasion, and for a moment—a delicious moment—she couldn’t find air.
    Cerviel let out a sound she’d never heard before in her life. Animal and male fused. And it did something to her. Caused a chemical reaction inside her. Her skin flushed, her breasts ached and inside her pussy, she felt anxious and wet. Very, very wet. And she had to move.
    His hands closed around her hips and he started to rock her back and forward, every few seconds jacking up his hips to get himself deeper.
    This was it, Hallie thought, her entire being humming with the music of this male’s body and soul and heart and promise. This was how sex, making love, even fucking should feel. Utterly free, completely safe, and wonderfully connected.
    “You’re so tight, Hallie,” he said through gritted teeth. “So warm. Your sweet pussy is sucking me deep.”
    Every word he uttered was like hot lightning exploding inside her body. Every thrust took her closer and closer to that amazing shatter of climax she’d experienced last night. But this time when she came her eyes would be on his—and they’d do it together.
    “Cerviel,” she cried as she circled her hips, grinding herself against him, her wet heat against his soft hair.
    “Yes, ma chère . Tell me.”
    She shook her head and placed her hands on his chest, squeezing his pectoral muscles. “I just wanted to say it. Your name. On my tongue.”
    He growled at her and thrust into her over and over until she whimpered. Then he dragged his hands from her hips to her ass. “Come here. Let me have that tongue.”
    She was close, so close and if he kissed her, deep and hungry, she would fall over the edge and crash. But she followed his order—after all, he was her male—and leaned in, her hands bracketing his face.
    “My kitten,” he said near her lips. And with a light swat her to left ass cheek, he took her mouth in a deep, everlasting kiss.
    Hallie smiled with sexual heat. “Tell me again, Cerviel. Tell me what happens after this.”
    He nipped at her lower lip, then swept her up in another hot kiss. “I can never let you go.”
    It was there, on the cliff. She just had to take it. She started to move, her hips lifting and lowering, rotating and grinding at a mad and fevered pace. Not only was she going to take what was hers, but she was going to send him there too.
    “Never,” he growled. “You’re mine. Oh, fuck, kitten!”
    Hallie’s mind flashed red, then pink as she exploded. Her hands threaded in his hair and gripped his scalp. And as wave after wave crashed inside her, she held still, frozen, letting him take over, letting him pound into her as he too grabbed hold of the perfect bliss.
    “Hallie,” he snarled and growled as his body went mad and his fingers dug into her ass. “So hot! So fucking hot and soft…”
    The cave echoed with the slap of their bodies and the cries of their release.
    Cerviel didn’t slow, not even as hot seed poured into her.
    He was doing what a Pantera male did, she was certain of it. Something inside her understood and welcomed it.
    He was marking her.
    Good and deep and