Moments later, an attendant comes over with the key to the room Maya had booked. Gripping her hips, I push her up to stand. Then I pick up her dress and tell her to lead the way so I can hang back a few steps and watch her naked form move through the tables of others. She keeps her head held high, and while several patrons glance at her appreciatively, no one stares or says anything.
When she gets to her door, there’s a shred of uncertainty interrupting her sweet scent, but she unlocks it and walks in anyway. “Can you remember what the plan is?” I ask, needing clarity about what she’s feeling right now.
“Yes, Sir.”
“What is your color?”
“Yellow. I… I’m a little nervous.”
“Do you want to stop or slow down, Kitten?”
Maya smiles at me, and her whole face lights up. She transcends every image of beauty I have imagined up to this point. No painting in a gallery, no sunset or flower, nothing could ever compare to her allure.
“I just needed to know it was okay,” she whispers as she closes the door behind us. “I needed to know you would listen to me. That hesitation would be met with respect rather than frustration. And now I do.”
My mind spins with anger, and my wolf wants to howl and tear apart whoever made her feel like she wouldn’t be listened to if she wanted to slow down. But I don’t have time to spiral because Maya is pressing herself up against me and making everything else disappear. For now.
I squat down and pick her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist. I can’t hold back my groan at how well we fit together. How her weight in my hands feels so right.
I walk toward the bed in the center of the room. It’s a four-poster with various hooks and cuffs. On one end, there are stocks for restraining a submissive, but I don’t need any of that. Maya doesn’t want to be tied down, and that’s not an issue for me. I want her to be dying to feel every ounce of pleasure I am so willing to give her.
I deposit my mate onto the center of the silky purple sheets and press a chaste kiss to her lips more before pulling back. “I want to keep the opaque there tonight; I want you to myself. Is that okay?” Maya moans out her agreement as I shrug off my jacket and unbutton my shirt. Her eyes light up, and she bites her bottom lip as she rakes over my body.
“Like what you see?” I ask, smirking at her eager nod. Of course she likes my body; I was made for her.
She tracks my hands as I slowly unbuckle my belt and shuck my pants. By the time I’m down to my boxer briefs, her eyes gleam with the yellow of her cat. Maya presses her legs together and lets out a groan when I drop my briefs, revealing my hard cock.
“Keep those legs spread and your hands above your head,” I order as I climb onto the bed, and Maya complies immediately. “Such a good girl. So needy and wet for a masked man. I’ve been dying to taste you since the first moment I smelled you. Lie back and enjoy. Come as many times as you want.”
I lunge forward, the world blurring as I focus on what I’ve needed for days, and Maya's squeal pierces the air as my tongue finds her slick cunt. There’s a rush of wet heat, and then a sweet, tangy taste explodes in my mouth. Delicious. Her responsive body arches against me. I'll devour her pussy every day for the rest of my life, and it still won’t be enough.
So. Fucking. Good.
Maya’s thighs clamp around me as she bucks against my face. Her moans are a growing melody building to a symphony, and her body shakes and trembles. All too soon, she tenses and stiffens as anorgasm crashes through her, but I continue to lick her through the aftershocks of her pleasure, refusing to let her come down. I pump two fingers into her tight channel, hooking them and finding that spot inside her I know will bring her pleasure. So easy to locate, so responsive when I stroke it.
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” she chants as her pussy clenches around my fingers. I withdraw my tongue and lips from her pussy while keeping my fingers buried inside her.
“No need to call me God; Sir works for me,” I mutter, before crushing my lips against hers and swallowing the moans of her second orgasm. Maya gasps for breath as she falls apart before me. We’ve only been in this room for about five minutes, and she’s already come for me twice.
Vindication and pride settle into my bones. I was so right to wait for her. No one else would ever be so right for me.
“What if I want to get on my knees so I can worship you fully?” she asks when she finally steadies her breathing and stops quivering.
“Not tonight. It’s not part of the carefully laid-out plan I’ve given you. Can you remember the plan, Kitten?”
Maya whimpers and squeezes her eyes shut. She shudders before raising her sultry gaze to mine. “You said you would make me come on your tongue, your fingers, and your cock, and then you would fuck my ass. And you’ve already crossed your tongue and fingers off your list.”
“Color?”
“Green, Sir.”
“I need to be honest with you about something first,” I whisper into her ear. “It’s been a long time for me. I’m not going to last very long when I get inside you.”
Maya’s breath hitches at my confession. “That’s surprisingly attractive. While we’re being honest, would you consider telling me your name?”
I stroke circles up and down the inside of her thighs, eliciting involuntary shudders from her. Does she genuinely not know it’s me? How is that possible? Does she still not recognize me as her mate? Or as her patient? I can’t stop now. I’m so close to being inside my mate. My tenuous grip on my humanity would be lost completely if I tried to pull my wolf back at this point.
Barring her mask and her high healed leather boots, Maya lies naked and boneless. Her silky hair is still in its ponytail but looks much less polished than when I first saw her tonight. She’s so at ease with me. Maybe she doesn’t know I’m her mate; maybe it’s different for cats. And now that I have a direction, I can start searching for more information. But for now, my mate wants me to fuck her, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
