Free Grayslake: More than Mated: Dirty Lion Bastard (Kindle Worlds Novella) by Renee George

her breast to his mouth and sucked her rigid nipple. The action triggered after effects of the orgasm, sending little shockwaves straight to her clit.
    “Yes, yes,” she murmured. “I need you inside me.”
    “I want that,” he said, kissing her neck. “I want you so much.”
    He wrapped his arm around Scottie’s waist, surprising her when he lifted her up and crawled with her onto the bed. His rigid cock rubbed against her thigh as he positioned himself between her legs. He stared down at her, and she could see his lion lurking just below the surface. She allowed her tiger to join in the pleasure as Shane entered her in one quick motion.
    She cried out as the sheer size of him stretched her wide, but it was a cry of joy, of complete joining, one mate to another. Her lips mashed against his once more with fired passion. Nips and bites flitted along his throat, chest, abdomen, as Scottie worked her lower body over Shane’s erection. A throaty hum of delight escaped from her as she rocked against him.
    Scottie’s mouth met his as a fresh, hungry desire filled her. She wanted to weep her joy at being in his arms. Every stroke inside her caused a rush of blood to her groin. The strain on her engorged clit felt wonderful and painful at the same time. She bit her lip as his amber gaze bore straight through her. Keeping hers fixed on him was a much tougher task with every plunge of his rock-hard length, and he was relentless.
    “Yes, yes,” she mumbled because it was all that she could manage, other than grunts and moans of pleasure. “Shit.” Her eyes started to glaze, and a sharp tug of her hair snapped her to attention. “Shit, this feels so good.”
    “Mine,” he rasped, his thrusts solid and deep. “You are mine.”
    “Yes, yes, oh, hell, yes!” she said. Shane’s face widened, and a fine sheen of fur sprouted along his skin. When he bit down into her shoulder, Scottie cried out again as her back bowed. “Shane!”
    A wave of spasms wracked her, and a frenzied euphoria danced through her body. Grinding herself onto him, she milked his cock for every ounce of pleasure, riding the ecstasy as pain and pleasure burned through her body.
    Shane’s orgasm tore through him. He flung his head back, and a roar ripped from his throat. He held her tightly, almost vise-like until the last of his hot seed was spent inside her womb.
    They held each other for a long moment, neither of them saying a word, just the pure, unadulterated, and silent happiness of the claimed.
    “It’s about fucking time!” Tig yelled from the other room.
    Scottie covered her mouth. She’d forgotten Tig was in the other room. “Oh my gosh. I was really loud,” she whispered.
    Shane grinned. “Yes. Yes, you were.”
    ****
    One year later…
    “Go to papa, Simba,” Scottie said.
    Shane smiled at her little joke and the horrified expression on Mia Abrams’ brown eyes as the Grayslake Itana gasped. “You didn’t name your son Simba.”
    Scottie laughed. “No, of course not. His name is Aslan.” She handed the boy over to Shane.
    Mia put her hand on her hip. “The Chronicle of Narnia.”
    “His name is Michael Scott,” Scottie said, a playful smile on her lips. “We named him for my father.”
    “Hey, Mikey,” Shane said, making a face at the baby and eliciting a giggle. The boy had been born one-hundred and thirteen days after he’d claimed her. It didn’t take long after that for their son to shift. A lion cub with tiger stripes.
    Though Grandma Lin and Great Aunt Tig and Uncle Tony didn’t join the Pride, they remained a huge part of Scottie’s life. And since Shane had opened the Leone Territory, it had become less of a haven for inbreeding. Half the werecats left after Shane became Rex, but the half that stayed were flourishing and almost every day cat shifters from all over petitioned to join the Pride.
    “Itana,” Shane said. “You’ll get used to my wife’s sense of humor.”
    She balled her fists on her hips and