Page 101 of Wedding the Werepanther

She loves me! My dearest Kayla loves me. I hoped I’d won her heart with my year-long courtship game, played first long and slow and then hot and fast. Warmth and happiness and love fill me until my entire body hums with joy. I kiss her again until she clings to my shoulders and my erection strains against the confining pressure of my jeans.

A door bangs, and we break apart to see Victoria write:“The ring! You have to do the bit with the ring, or it’s not a proper proposal!”

“Ah.” I glance around. The ring went flying when I stood to kiss Kayla, and I didn’t pay any attention…

“I’ve got it!” Dewdrop chirps. He stands on the banister, wings spread for balance, the wooden box clutched in his hands. “I caught it before it could fall.”

“Thank you, Dewdrop.” I slip the ring from the box. “You’ve saved the day.”

Holding Kayla’s eyes, I slide the amethyst ring onto her finger.

Kitchen-cupboard applause echoes down the hallway, and Victoria writes,“I get another wedding! You’re having it here, of course.”

Kayla looks at me, and I tip my head, leaving the decision to her. I’ll marry her anywhere.

“Of course we’re having it here,” she says.

Grinning, I sweep her off her feet in a bridal carry and bound up the stairs as she throws her arms around my neck and gives a delighted chuckle.

Inside her bedroom, I nudge the door closed and set her on her feet. “Now that the marriage contract is complete, we no longer have to worry about the consummation clause.”

Her lips curl as her eyes meet mine, sparkling with shared, secret amusement. We agreed to never speak of the time we had sex in Faerie where Victoria can hear, not wanting to deal with the resulting tantrum. Ilikehaving hot water for my showers.

“I need to claim you, Kayla,” I growl, my erection leaping at the thought. “I need to knot you and make you mine.”

Her lips part on a gasped “Yes.”

There it is again: the most perfect word in the world.

As much as I long to claim her, I take my time, licking and savoring every inch of her skin. I kiss her palms, the insides of her wrists. My fangs tease across the soft skin of her inner elbows, and my mouth opens wide to suck on the rounded caps of her shoulders. I nibble her ears and scrape my fangs along her jaw, reveling in every soft inhale she makes. I suck on her throat, enjoying the feel of her racing pulse beating against my tongue as the rich scent of her arousal perfumes the air.

“Goddess, the scent of you drives me wild, my witchy beauty,” I groan. “I can smell that you’re already so wet for me.”

I peel off her T-shirt and drop to my knees to worship her glorious breasts. My lips glide down the slope of one breast, then up the other, teasing the soft skin at the edge of her bra. A twist releases the fabric, and I feast, big open-mouthed kisses sucking on her nipples until she buries her hands in my hair and cries out my name.

I glide my mouth down the soft swell of her stomach, my lips whispering over her skin in a primal promise of love and worship. Her jeans succumb to my slow assault, and I toss the heavy denim aside and set her on the edge of the bed. Gripping a foot, I lift her leg to lick the soft divot of her inner ankle, smirking at her moan as I glide my mouth up her calf to tease the back of her knee. I scrape my fangs across the velvety soft skin of her inner thigh, enjoying her shiver. If these past few weekshave taught me anything, it’s where my witchy beauty loves to be touched, and I make full use of every bit of that knowledge.

The damp spot on her panties grows, her smell blooming even lusher, and my mouth waters, but I force myself to repeat my attentions on her other leg, enjoying the lush softness of her thigh, and by the time I reach her core, she squirms, her hands tugging at my head as she lifts her hips.

Opening the drawer of her bedside table, I pull out a vibrator and flick it to life. Even though we’ve long since proved she can climax without them, I never want her to worry about bringing toys into bedroom play.

Besides, I’m a cat. Show me a toy I don’t love.

Her beautiful brown eyes watch avidly as I glide the buzzing shaft over her underwear, teasing her until she gasps, “Shadow, please.”

I catch the edge of her panties with my fangs and rip them from her, then plunge my tongue inside her sweet depths, groaning as her exquisite taste fills my mouth. I lap at her, working her with tongue and toy until her thighs tremble, her inner muscles clench around me, and she screams my name.

I ride out her orgasm, then set the toy aside. Standing, I strip off my clothes and climb onto the bed, pulling her up beside me. The movement leaves behind the shredded scraps of her panties, and I toss them from the bed.

She huffs in amusement. “God, you’re flipping hell on my underwear collection.”

“I’ll buy you a hundred, a thousand.” I smirk, teasing a fang with my tongue. “I’ll buy you every pair of panties in the world as long as I can tear them from you.”

Kayla reaches for me, her lush thigh pressing against my cock and making me moan. Leaking seed coats her skin, and her pupils blow wide, turning her brown eyes black as she gasps,“Oh, god, Shadow.” Her strong hands tug me forward, insistent. “Shadow!”

“I’ve got you, my beauty, my dirty girl. I’ve got exactly what you need.” I move over her, the head of my aching cock trailing aphrodisiac precum across her thigh. Fisting it, I pump out a handful and lather it over her wetness, using two fingers to push it inside. “Goddess, you feel so amazing. Going to get this pretty little pussy all ready for my knot.”

My fae form doesn’t have the permanent knot of my werepanther form, but the base of my cock tingles with anticipation, ready to swell upon orgasm, ready to lock her to me for hours on end.