Page 74 of Wedding the Werepanther

“So, I was thinking…” She bites her lower lip. “Victoria complained that she couldn’t feel me the last time I was in Faerie, and I think that’s true this time as well. When we came through the door, I stopped feeling her presence.” She rubs herchest. “Which means if we have sex here, she won’t know, and we won’t activate the consummation clause.”

“Sneaky.”

“Well, she’s the one who was sneaky when she did the whole fine-print thing.” Kayla waves a hand. “This is simply me being sneaky to get around her sneakiness.”

“Does that make it double the sneakiness or sneakiness squared?” I grin down at her. “I wasn’t complaining. Quite the opposite. I love it.” I’ll grab any chance to be with her with both hands. “Is it all right that we don’t have any toys or protection?” Humans worry about such things, and I want to put her at ease. All fae find it difficult to conceive, and it’s almost impossible without knotting for hours. I can’t knot and claim her yet, no matter how much I want to. I might take advantage of the marriage contract to stay close to her, but I refuse to make our most intimate joining a trap.

I’ll knot Kayla once I win her heart.

“I want to try without a toy. Your aphrodisiac come is pretty great.” Her cheeks darken. “And I’m on birth control, so no worries there.”

I call upon my magic to start my shift.

“No!” Kayla grips my arm, her heart racing so loudly I can hear it. “Stay a werepanther.”

Then she does the last thing I ever expect. She turns her back on me, and she runs.

A growl fills my chest, but I force myself to remain still. My wife, my mate, just invited me to chase her. Does she have any idea what this means to a cat sith?

“You coming, or am I doing this chase by myself?” Kayla calls from the edge of the forest.

Goddess, my witchy beauty knows exactly what this means to me!

Brightness floods the area as she activates the flashlight on her phone, and she takes off running again.

Instinct takes over as a primal need floods my body. To chase. To claim.

I bolt forward, a roar tearing from my throat, warning all others away. This prey ismine.

I rip my shirt over my head and pause just long enough to kick off my boots. Then I’m off, hot on her heels. Tree limbs slap at me as I run, doing little damage through my thick fur. Even without the light showing me exactly where she is, I’d hear her. Moreover, I’d scent her. Kayla could be quiet as a mouse, and I’d find her from her musky sweetness alone, that hint of lavender over lust that drives me wild.

My feet pound against the ground, matching time with the speeding beat of my heart. Claws dig into the soft loam, providing extra purchase as I spring forward, keeping each footfall true.

Leaping over a clump of ferns, I catch a fleeting glimpse of Kayla, a darker shadow outlined by light. Her arms pump, her purple hair streaming behind her like a flag waving me on.

I am the hunter in the night, silent, intent, focused only on my prey.

Closing the distance, I let her sense me behind her as I steer her back toward the falls. My roar fills the woods.

Kayla gasps, and the wind carries the rich scent of her increased arousal. My lips pull back from my fangs as I suck in her taste, coating my tongue and the extra gland in the roof of my mouth that tells meripeandfemale. Goddess, she’s intoxicating. I can’t get enough.

The rush of the waterfall grows louder ahead. She’s almost where I want her. I no longer have to hold back. A low growl reverberates through my chest as I speed up.

Kayla becomes visible through the trees, her steps slower, her breath coming in harsh pants. She glances over her shoulder and gasps to see me so close.

The sound goes straight to my cock.

Right before she breaks out of the woods and into the clearing, I dive forward. My right arm circles her waist, my fangs clamping onto the side of her neck. Impact jars through me as my left forearm slams into a tree, but I ignore the flash of pain, bracing to keep Kayla from injury.

Her phone flies from her grasp, landing under a clump of ferns and reducing its light to a glow.

I plaster myself to her, molding my body over hers until her deliciously plump ass presses against my cock. My tongue flickers over her neck as my fangs hold her in place, not breaking the skin but not letting go either. A growl rumbles through me as I use my claws to shred her T-shirt, stripping it from her. Her bra goes next.

Kayla braces both of her hands against the trunk and pushes back into me, her body begging for more as her ass grinds against my groin.

I hook a claw in the waistband of her jeans and pull, the knife-sharp edge slicing through the thick fabric. I shred them from her legs, then tear away the thin, silky panties, bringing them to my nose and pulling her delicious scent deep.

“Oh, god,” she gasps, and her heady scent grows richer, making my cock leap.