Free Bought by the Puma (Studly Shifters Book 1) by Ashley Hunter Page A

tongue into her mouth. It was then that Whitney remembered Simon was naked, his cock digging into her belly. She rubbed against him, resulting in a groan from Simon. She pulled away, her head spinning.
    She knew what she wanted. And she wanted Simon.
    "Take me home." She ordered.
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    "What will happen to the bodies?" Whitney asked.
    Simon turned the wheel with one hand. His other hand was clasped in Whitney's across the center console.
    "Natalya isn't dead, just stunned and covered in glass wounds." That was too good for her. "She'll be incarcerated in a special prison for shifters. Grattidge's body will be dealt with by John."
    Who was planning on incinerating the body and sending the ashes to Grattidge's Beta to tell them what happened when a wolf shifter messed with someone else's mate. Simon could tell that John wanted to rip Simon's hide for jumping in as he had done but the outcome was the same as the one they had been aiming for so it wouldn't last very long.
    "And what about me?"
    Simon squeezed her hand.
    "John will take your statement tomorrow. Because you're my mate, he's not going to have you arrested for nearly jeopardizing the assignment."
    Whitney grunted.
    "That's something."
    They didn't say anything more as they drove back to the cottage. They didn't need to say anything. Simon was feeling content for the first time in a long time. The last two weeks had seen his puma settling a little after finally getting Whitney into bed and now it knew Whitney's feelings for him, the beast was acting like a little pussy cat. It had liked it when Whitney thought it was beautiful.
    But it was itching for something more. So was Simon. And he knew neither would be completely settled until Whitney gave her consent and allowed them to mate with her.
    They reached the cottage and Simon helped Whitney out, holding her close to his side as they went up the path, letting them in. He shut the door and sniffed at his clothes, making a face. He had left his clothes in the car and now they had picked up the smells and stenches that belonged to Bryce Grattidge.
    "I need a shower."
    "Do you want me to scrub your back?" Whitney asked saucily.
    Simon grinned and stripped off his sweater.
    "I like the sound of that." He kissed her and pulled away before his beast jumped out and started bounding about. "But I do have to warn you of something. It's about my puma."
    "It's not going to come out mid-sex, is it?" Whitney's eyes narrowed. "Because I'm not into bestiality."
    "No, not exactly." Simon winced and hastily explained when he saw Whitney's expression. "Not exactly. It's recognized you as its mate from the first moment it caught your scent. It's held itself back for now but since you've admitted to loving me, it wants to mate with you properly."
    He watched Whitney's expression as she caught on to what he was asking for.
    "You mean biting me." She said slowly.
    "It's not as painful as it sounds." Simon slipped his arms round her. "We make love and I bite you, usually near the point of climax. It makes the orgasm more explosive."
    Whitney didn't answer. She simply reached up and tugged Simon's head down to meet hers. Her mouth was hot against his and Simon groaned as she bit his lip. Hard. She pulled back, her eyes bright.
    "Will you bite me, Simon?" She whispered.
    Simon knew they weren't going to make it to the shower.
    "God, Whitney."
    Their hands pulled at each other's clothes, both kicking away their shoes. Whitney pushed Simon onto the couch and climbed onto his lap. She grasped his cock as Simon clutched at her hips, her hand almost enough to make him come before he had even got inside her. Her pussy was hot and wet, wet enough that he slid in on the first thrust.
    Whitney moaned and began to grind and bounce on his cock, her walls squeezing his cock. Simon held on tight to her hips and helped her along. He spied blood on her arm and the claw marks on her upper arm just above her elbow.
    He leant forward,