Page 27 of Loving the Lion

Sensing she was near, he drew the battered bud into his mouth and sucked. That was all it took for her orgasm to overtake her, and she was crying out into the pillow.

But he wasn’t done with his little mate. He slowed his movements, leisurely gathering the dew from her body. When her breathing had slowed, he covered her body with his. He pushed the hair back from her neck, exposing the place where he would place his mate mark. He placed a kiss on her shoulder, then moved along her back, before kissing the length of her spine. When he reached the mountains of her hips, he spread her cheeks apart again, loving her until she was on the brink of coming once more, whimpering his name. The sound tore at him. He placed another long line of open-mouthed kisses along her spine before gathering her close in his arms.

“Sally Wilder, will you do me the honor of becoming my mate?” He knew by rights all he had to do was sink his teeth into her shoulder, take her, fuck her, and she would be his. But he needed her to know that this was her choice. More importantly, that it was his choice. He choose her.

“Bachar.” She twisted in his arms, and he allowed her to turn around.

“I love you, Sally. I want you to be my mate, my wife. The mother of my children.”

“Oh, Bachar.” She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him close. His mouth found hers and their tongues tangled.

“Say it,” he growled.

“Say what?”

He growled again. “You are spending much too much time with Keair. It is not safe to tease the lion. Now say it.”

“I love you.”

“Go on.”

“I want to be your mate.”

“Good girl, now what else?”

“I want to be your wife?”

“Why does that sound like a question?”

“Because you’re all growly.”

“Sally.”

“And I can’t wait to have your babies. Or cubs. Or whatever it is that we’ll have. I love you, Bachar, and I want nothing more than to share the rest of my life with you. Is that what you wanted to hear me say?”

“Yes, yes it is.” That superior smile that she’d come to love so much spread across his face. “Now, there’s just one more thing to do.” A look of almost trepidation entered his eyes.

“Oh, what’s that?” She had a pretty good idea what he had in mind, and her pussy was weeping at the thought of him taking her.

“I need to mate you.” Again, the hesitation. “And I need to mark you.”

“Oh.” While she’d been so caught up with the mating part, she’d kind of hadn’t thought about this part. It involved pain, or that’s what she’d read. But, anything was worth the sacrifice if it meant Bachar would indeed be hers.

“I’m not going to lie to you, Sally. It will hurt.”

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Okay. I’m prepared for that.”

“You know I would never intentionally hurt you, don’t you?”

She smiled at the expression on his face. He looked just as tense and worried as she had felt. “I know. Let’s just get this over with. What do you want me to do?”

“Damn it, Sally, you don’t have to sound like you’re the virgin sacrifice for God’s sake.”

“Sorry. Just nerves.”

“Maybe we need to do this some other time?”

“Nope, you already asked, and I already accepted.” Trying to inject some levity back into the situation, she asked. “And by the way, where’s my ring?”