Colette began to grind against Mav’s thigh, and Mav watched her, felt her. Mav squeezed Colette’s perfect breasts in her hands and sucked at her neck. Mav hoped it would leave a mark.
“I thought I was meant to be the one in charge.” Colette said, breathless, still riding Mav’s leg.
“Colette, you will never truly know the power you hold over me.” Mav was becoming more overwhelmed by Colette’s closeness by the second. She didn’t know what had come over her, but she found she wanted to…sting? The desire to bury her stinger into Colette struck Mav out of nowhere. Just a moment before, the thought of hurting Colette had been abhorrent somehow, but now somewhere in her soul Mav knew it would not harm her.
“Will you take your clothes off?” Mav asked.
Colette smiled up at her, sweat glistening on her skin in the moonlight. “Yes, Mav, since you asked so nicely.”
Mav backed up a step to give Colette some space, and she watched, transfixed, as Colette stripped out of her clothes piece by piece.
“Lay down, Captain.” Colette’s voice was soft but rang with dominance, and Mav felt a thrill at the command. She didn’t hesitate, sitting down on the large plush rug near one of the windows and leaning back on her elbows. She watched as Colette prowled toward her, gloriously naked. Mav could not believe how beautiful her human thief was.
Colette stood over Mav’s hips before lowering herself onto her knees. Mav wanted to touch Colette more than anything.
“Do you think you can make me come, lion?”
Mav nodded.
“Go ahead, then.”
Mav didn’t hesitate, retracting her wicked claws and reaching up to touch the thick curls between Colette’s legs, wet with Colette’s arousal. Mav stroked softly, gradually parting her soft folds and working her fingers in to find Colette’s clit.
Mav savored every sound that came from Colette’s lips as she explored. She stroked and pressed and slipped a finger in…then two. Mav worked Colette’s tight cunt with a singular focus, until she felt Colette’s inner channel beginning to flutter.
“Mav, don’t stop, please,” Colette whined.
Mav saw her tail flick through the air out of the corner of her eye, but it was too late to stop herself. Her stinger plunged into the flesh of Colette’s pert ass, and then Colette was coming on Mav’s fingers. She couldfeelher venom flowing into Colette, and the base of her tail tingled with pleasure. Mav felt an orgasm crash into her as well at the sensation of stinging her mate.
Mav’s eyes flew open. Oh no. Oh no, no, no.
“Colette,” Mav said, breathless. “Colette are you alright?”
“Hmm? Oh,yes,” Colette answered, her face flushed and eyelids drooping. Mav began to panic. Her venom, usually, would already have knocked a human out cold. How was Colette still conscious?
“Can you tell me how you’re feeling?” Mav reached up to cup Colette’s cheek.
“I feel…Ifeel, everything,” Colette said dreamily, sitting down fully onto Mav’s hips. She began to grind herself against Mav, clearly still quite conscious.
“Colette, you shouldn’t be awake still. I stung you. I need you to tell me you are alright. I’m so sorry, Colette, I don’t know what came over me.”
“I’m fine, sweet lion, don’t worry about me. Just touch me, please, Mav.”
Mav did not understand what was happening, but she was starting to realize that being near Colette made everything confusing.
“You promise you’re alright?” Mav needed to make sure Colette was safe.
“Yes. Please take off your clothes? I want to rub my face in your pretty fur.”
Mav was absolutely done for.
Chapter Twelve
Colette felt like shewas in a dream. Every sensation against her skin was euphoric, and all she wanted, more than anything, was to be close to Mav—her lion.
Mav was leaning up and pulling off her leather armor, shifting Colette enough to slide her leggings down over her muscular thighs. Old gods have mercy, she was beautiful.
This night was not unfolding how Colette had expected, but she wasn’t about to complain. She felt all too relieved to be back with her Captain so soon. She knew she should be trying to escape, but the thought of leaving Mav had a twinge of sadness pulling at her sternum.
