Free Fated for the Lion by Lyra Valentine Page A

chest.
    “You’re perfect.” His hands ran over her curves and cupped
her breasts. “The most beautiful woman in the world. I want— will —be
with you forever.”
    “Why, mate, I think you just told me you loved me.”
    He growled into her neck, and his warm breath sent an
electric shock through her body. She’d never get tired of that.
    “I love you,” he rumbled, “I love you, I love you, I love
you. Always have. I won’t be kept apart from you ever again. Damn anyone who
tries.”
    Excitement pulsed through her veins. She could sense the truth
in his words. And under it all, a need to claim her and show her with his body.
Her heart pounded in her chest, ready for whatever he desired.
    He claimed her lips in a powerful kiss. He nipped and bit at
her lower lip, laving over the small hurts before catching her lip between his
teeth again. The sweet flavor of him burst over her tongue, pulling a moan from
deep within her. He slipped his tongue into her mouth with a growl that made
her knees weak. He stroked and tangled with her tongue, demanding and giving
pleasure as one.
    Lena panted when he released her. He nuzzled her neck, and
planted his lips across her jawline and just below her earlobe. The soft
touches made her squirm against him, and her nipples hardened against her bra.
They rubbed against the fabric, ratcheting her arousal higher with each rough
pant he lured from her lungs.
    He settled his teeth against her shoulder, sharp fangs
barely grazing her skin. She knew the light touch could quickly turn to deadly
force, or be used to mark her as his. Desire or death, each brought its own
thrill. She whimpered against him, and felt liquid heat dampening her panties.
    His free hand tore her bra from her body and freed her
breasts for his perusal. He dipped his head with glittering eyes, and rubbed his
cheek against the full globes. Her nipples tightened into sharp buds that
pouted for his attention.
    Ethan laved his tongue over the pink buds, leaving a wet
trail from one to the other. His hand massaged at her flesh, rolling and
pinching her delicate nipples between his fingers. She moaned as the pleasure
notched higher and higher into the territory of pain. Her pussy throbbed as he
pinched sharply. He released her when she thought she could handle no more, and
his tongue immediately replaced the pain with pleasure.
    Her lioness growled with pleasure. She appreciated his show
of dominance. She craved to be marked by Ethan, for all to scent her and know
she belonged to him.
    “Tell me what you want.” His voice was thick with his
possessive lion. He pressed his hips close to hers, and she gasped when his
hard cock jolted against her clit.
    She shivered as his words stroked over her. Every nerve
strummed alive. Goose bumps dotted her skin. She was eager and desperate for
him. She wanted him to take her and fill her.
    “I want your body. I want you to make me cum with your
fingers, your mouth, your cock. I want to feel your lips all over me.” She
licked her lips, feeling her new canines descending. The lioness spoke through
her. “I want to sink my teeth into your shoulder and claim you as mine.”
    She strained to get closer to him. He kept her pinned, only
touching her where he choose. Over her breasts, down her sides, squeezing her
ass. It overwhelmed her and denied her.
    “Fuck me.” She whined. She tried her hand at being the sexy,
domineering one. He’d requested it before and followed through. She groaned
when he didn’t immediately obey. He’d pay for that.
    She tugged at her hands trapped in his wrists, but he
refused to budge. He licked and sucked at her nipples with her stretched out
for him. His free palm slid down her chest and over her stomach. She let out a
moan each time he pressed his length against her, and a fresh rush of heat
slicked her for him.
    Finally, after he had enough of tormenting and torturing
her, he released her hands. His hands settled on her hips, and he hooked