Page 25 of Loving the Lion

“I have something to show you.” His voice was a low, throaty growl that immediately got her girlie parts ready for action.

“Well, if you show me yours, I’ll show you mine.” She wiggled her eyebrows as she laughed. She tilted her head up until her lips could reach his throat. She pressed her mouth against the strong, brown column of his throat, licking the saltiness of his skin. She gave a satisfied smile when he stumbled slightly because she knew it wasn’t from the unevenness of the ground, but the way her touch could turn his knees weak. He had admitted as much to her.

She continued to nibble on his neck. “But why didn’t we stay on the boulder?” It was nice and flat, and she’d imagined him taking her there on more than on occasion.

“You are too delicate at the moment,” he answered, ducking beneath a large tree limb. The move brought his dick into contact with her ass, and she couldn’t resist giving a little wiggle.

“Oh, aren’t you the sweetest lion, thinking of me like that.”

He gave a little growl as he walked a few more yards, then he was placing her on her feet. In front of them was a wrought iron gazebo anchored firmly into the ground complete with sheer, white fabric draped from the top and down the sides. Inside was a raised platform bed covered in matching satin bedding. She didn’t know how he had done it, but a bed of bright green moss lead up to it, making her eager to take off her shoes and sink her toes into the springy green flora.

It was beautiful and erotic. Much like the man who had stolen her heart without even trying.

“It’s beautiful, Bachar.” She turned her face up to him, tears glistening in her eyes at his thoughtfulness.

He frowned down at her, his hand coming up to cup her face. “I did not mean to make you cry.”

“Everything makes me cry at the moment.” She placed her hand on top of his, turning her face to place a kiss in the middle of his palm. He bent his head and pressed a soft kiss against her lips.

“You are still too delicate for what I had planned.”

She stepped away from him, her hands on her hips. “Now look here, mister mighty lion shifter. I’ll tell you when I’m too delicate for something. Now tell me what you had planned. Or better yet, show me.” She cocked her head to the side, every line of her body a challenge she was hoping her mate couldn’t resist. “Or are you lion enough?”

She yelped as he lunged towards her, picking her up and throwing her onto the bed. She bounced once, trying not to let her gulp for breath show. He stood by the side of the bed, all fierce and warrior-like and her panties were suddenly drenched.

“On your hands and knees.”

She eagerly complied, kicking off her shoes and wiggling until she was turned away from him, her ass in the air. She’d worn a lightweight knit dress this morning that wouldn’t prove much of a barrier. She gave her ass a shake, looking back over her shoulder at him. “Ooh, are we’re going to play—”

“Silence.” The sharp command was delivered with an even sharper slap against her tender rump.

“Bachar!” Her voice quivered as she looked at him. It quivered with need and want.

“There are two things that you are to learn this afternoon, Sally Wilder.” He climbed on the bed behind her. She could feel the heat of his body as he snuggled up against her. His naked lower half pressed against hers, as hard and heavy as she had ever felt him. “First, you will learn that a mate does not disobey her lion.”

Sally remembered the words he’d spoken when he had first gone in search of her brother and later when she was still in the hospital.

His hands settled on the orbs of her ass, kneading the fluffy flesh. “In days past, a mate of a lion, especially that of the alpha, would be brought to the public square where her mate would deliver twelve blows to her backside.”

“Wait. Are there people watching now?” Sally tried to wiggle out from beneath him. There was no way in hell he was going to spank her with an audience.

“Stay still.” His hands gripped her hips and held her in place.

“Bachar,” she began, her voice holding a strident note that even an alpha lion should know to heed.

He leaned over her, caging her in with his arms and body. “Do you think I would allow anyone, much less another male to gaze upon your naked body?”

“I’m not naked, Bachar. And I don’t want anyone to watch you spank me.”

“You’re not naked yet, albi.” He rose above her again, and she felt the sharp edge of one of his claws as he slashed through her dress.

“Bachar!” Again, her voice rose with indignation, and again he ignored it, giving two more slices with his hand until the dress fell from her body. He snatched it away before she could grab hold of it and use the remnants for some type of cover. She had worn no bra, and he growled. “Why do you walk around half naked in front of my men?”

“I—I don’t.” Her voice quivered because his cock was pressed against the exposed slit of her cunt, hot, hard and throbbing.

“Mmm.” Was his only answer. “And now these.” His hand clenched around the fabric of her panties and gave a mighty tug. The satin gave a rendering sound that made her pussy quiver. “So much better,” he growled as his hands rubbed along her thighs

Bachar felt dizzy as he gazed down his mate’s perfect body. Her ass was heavy and heart-shaped. Perfection. All it needed was a little color.