“Not any guy, just you.”

Zara smiled as she leaned back into Logan’s embrace. His hands felt so good on her, smoothing around her waist before parting company. The left slid upward to cup one breast as the right made its way down to press the satin of her wrap between her thighs. Strong fingers cupped her mound, firm pressure against her still hidden clit making her body ache.

“It had better be just me,” he growled, his voice heavy with both possessiveness and his cat. Her own purred at the sound, wanting nothing more than to roll over for their powerful alpha mate. But the human had other ideas. He couldn’t have this too easy… Or at the very least she couldn’t let him think it was that easy, even if it was.

“Well… I dunno, with a lioness of my own now, perhaps I should cast my net a bit wider,” she teased, tilting her head to the side to allow his lips better access. He kissed up her neck, leaving a fiery trail until he reached her ear. Nuzzling behind it, he found the spot that weakened her knees just as his hand made its way beneath the satin of her wrap. His purr of approval was loud as he discovered she was naked underneath.

“Do that and men will die,” he promised, finding her pussy lips and parting them to stroke between. Clever fingers zeroed in on her clit and stroked, making her gasp aloud. “You’re mine, kitten, and I’ll kill to keep you.”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, wrapping her fingers around his wrist for balance as he carried on stroking her. Her thought processes went up in smoke when he circled her clit, collecting the slickness he found there and smoothing it over the small bundle of sensation. He didn’t let up, didn’t give her time to think, much less react. He also didn’t take his time, playing her reactions as he usually did. Instead, each touch, every slide and stroke, seemed designed to propel her up and over the edge as quickly as possible.

“God, Logan,” she managed on a shaky breath, clinging to him. “That… Ohhh…”

Words failed her, her knees weak as pleasure coursed through her body. Familiar tension coiled low in her belly, a hard knot between her legs that built and built. Higher and tighter, until it was all she could do to cling to Logan’s arms as she rode his hand.

“Just a little more, kitten,” he whispered, human blunt teeth grazing her earlobe. “I want you to come, want you nice and wet when I slide my thick cock where it belongs.”

At his words, he slid two strong fingers into her pussy. Something cracked deep within and sensation flooded her, dumping ecstasy right into her bloodstream. She screamed, or moaned…she had no idea which, as her release washed over her. Hard waves of heat and pleasure robbed her of every thought but those of him.

“That’s it, kitten. Ride it.” His voice was a low croon as he pumped his fingers slowly, stretching out her release.

Finally though, the waves died down and she sagged in his arms. Holding her easily around the waist, he reached around and snapped the water off. She nestled against him as he tested the water. Grunting in satisfaction, he stood upright, and turned her to claim her lips in one hard, possessive kiss. His hands weren’t idle, slowly stripping her silky wrap from her until she stood naked in front of him.

She met his gaze levelly, searchingly. She’d always been curvy, but since finding out about her condition, her curves had gone into overdrive. Would he still find her attractive now she wasn’t quite as slender as she had been when they’d met?

His gaze swept her, and his eyes flared amber. “Mine,” he growled, voice filled with heat and desire.

Taking half a step back, he didn’t take his eyes off hers as he stripped his clothes. Each garment hit the floor, one after the other, until he stood naked before her. The ache of need filled her again, her cat purring for the virile male mere steps away. The male it wanted for their mate, but who had yet to claim them properly.

He lifted his chin, eyes golden. The look was a challenge but the purr that trickled from his throat belied any aggression. Of the violent sort anyway. She lifted her own chin, meeting his challenge head on. His answer was to stalk her. Just a few steps until the heat of his skin whispered against hers. Before he could touch her though, she shot a hand out, placing it in the center of his broad chest and stopping him in his tracks.

The silent message was clear. They were both strong-willed, and physically he’d always be more powerful than she was, but this was because she allowed it, not the other way around.

He growled, his cat obviously not liking being denied its prize, but when he reached out to stroke two fingers under her chin, his touch was gentle. It wasn’t a commanding touch. It was a seductive one — one he knew she liked. A request for more…

She relaxed her arm and he surged forward, sweeping her up into his arms.

“Logan!” she squeaked, wrapping her arms around his neck and clinging to him. He wouldn’t drop her, she knew he wouldn’t, but the sound was instinctive. “I’m way too heavy.”

“Shut up.” He dropped a kiss on her nose and stepped into the tub. “If I can bench press small cars, I’m sure I can handle one…” He kissed her again. “Deliciously.” Another kiss. “Curvy.” A nip on her lower lip. “Little kitten.”

The moan escaped her without permission as he bent his head and kissed her thoroughly—a long, heat-filled tangle of lips and tongue that wiped her mind of everything but him. Eventually, he lifted his head to look at her and the expression there stole her breath.

“I love you, Zara. Never forget that.”

The obvious emotion in his voice and the honesty in his eyes made hers tear up. Since she’d found out about the cub, her damn emotions had been in overdrive. Swallowing back the thick feeling in her throat, she nodded and leaned in to press her lips against his.

“I love you too,” she whispered, his little purr of happiness triggering her own as he lowered them both into the bath. The warm water welcomed them into its fragranced embrace, lapping against her skin in a sensual caress.

Words weren’t needed as he turned her to straddle him, the water sloshing against the side of the tub as they moved. His gaze intent and focused on hers, he reached up to slide his fingers through the hair at the back of her neck. His cock throbbed between them, trapped in the slick grove of her pussy lips as he pulled her down to claim her lips again.

She parted for him instantly, groaning as he thrust his tongue in to tangle with hers. She’d never tire of kissing him—or anything kissing led to for that matter. Just something about the way he kissed did it for her, slid past her defenses and rendered her pliant and eager in his arms.

With a masculine groan, his grip tightened and he held her still to plunder the soft delights of her mouth. He nibbled and licked at her lips before catching the lower one between his teeth and tugging gently. The tiny bite was enough to set her on fire, her soft moan of surrender accompanied by the gentle slap of water against the side of the over-sized tub.

His hands slid down her sides, lingering in the cello curve of her waist, then continued on to cup her ass. This time it was his turn to groan as he gripped her hips and slid her up and down his engorged shaft, teasing them both. She moaned against his lips, dueling with his tongue, and rolled her hips at the end of his slide. The movement ground her clit against the hardness of his cock and he broke away to curse.

“Playing one up, kitten?” he murmured, abandoning her mouth to trail his lips against her jaw and then along her throat. “I can do that too…”

Holding her hips, he lifted her up off him and held her still in an iron hold. She whimpered, hands braced on his broad, heavily muscled chest as he moved. He rubbed the broad head of his cock through her folds and against her clit. Already sensitive thanks to her recent climax, the tiny bundle of nerves throbbed, but it was her pussy that ached with each pass, desperate to be filled.

He wouldn’t give it to her though. Instead, he seemed content to just tease her, winding her frustration higher and higher until she was ready to explode.

“Logan, please,” she begged, panting as her nails curved into the granite-like muscles under her hands. “Now…”

“Hmmm? What was that?” He pretended not to understand, instead circling his hips so the head of his cock slipped and slid over her clit. “Now what, kitten? What do you want now?”

“You know what I want,” she growled. The temptation to punch him was almost overwhelming, but her need was too great to resort to violence. She needed him now. Needed him to slide that thick cock deep inside her where it belonged and make them whole again.

His lips quirked, but he didn’t back down. “I do, but I want to hear it. I want the words.”

“I want you inside me,” she breathed, leaning down to whisper a kiss over the side of his neck. When she reached his ear, she nipped the lobe lightly. “And, so help me, if you want it ever again this side of the next century, you’ll damn well be inside me befor—“

She had been meaning to say he’d be inside of her before she finished her sentence but he didn’t let her get that far. Instead, he moved his hips to fit the thick, broad head of his cock against her entrance and with one hard thrust, filled her to the hilt.

“Ohhhh…” Her soft feminine sound of pleasure was echoed by his deep growl. His cock throbbed and pulsed in her depths, filling and stretching her in just the way she liked. So full and tight that the pleasure bordered on pain, but she didn’t care. It was the best kind of pain and one that she could become accustomed to.

Logan leaned back against the side of the tub, hands on her hips and every muscle in his body tensed as he watched her. She could see the iron control it took for him to stay still. To wait until her tense body relaxed about him and for that tiny rock of her hips as her sheath ached and sought more sensation.

His gaze shifted, became darker, and his hold on her hips tightened. He lifted her up almost all the way and she pouted at the delicious withdrawal, already feeling bereft and empty. Then his eyes flared, gold eating up the blue, and he thrust again. Surged back inside her in one hard movement. She held his gaze, matching him look for look as he lifted her again.

Her hands, too small to get anywhere near circling them, curled around the thick muscles of his upper arms as she started to move. She matched his movements up and within her, bringing pleasure to them both. Water slapped over the side of the tub, the sound almost unnoticed under the sounds of their love-making, as he set up a hard and fast rhythm.

And she was utterly lost, his to command, to take… To love… She wouldn’t have it any other way.

* * *

Logan thrust deeply into Zara’s tight, wet heat and didn’t bother to stifle his moan. Being inside her was the kind of heaven he’d never thought he’d be lucky enough to experience. She fit him like a glove, silken inner walls gripping his cock as she rode him. For a moment, he just watched her, committing every little expression to memory. She was so expressive, every ounce of pleasure showing in her dark eyes and across her flushed face.

He’d done that. Made her shiver and moan in his arms, those sexy little sounds imprinted on his soul forever. Each stroke of his hands over her skin brought a new reaction and he lapped them up, needing to bring her to ecstasy over and over again. She was like a drug—his perfect addiction and one he never wanted to be free of.

A sensual temptation he would never let go.

“Scream for me, kitten,” he ordered, his thrusts harder, faster now. “I want to watch your face as you come. Love to see that.”

She panted and bit her lip as she looked down at him. Her eyes were shot with gold, evidence of her arousal and that both sides of her nature wanted this… Wanted him. His own lion purred, the beast mollified by the nearness of their mate… Well, the woman who would be as soon as he got his fangs in her shoulder and left his claiming mark. Which would happen by the end of the night. He wanted her to scream for him. Wanted her release. Wanted her breathless, moaning and clinging to him as she begged for both his cock and his bite.

“What about you?” she panted, the bite of her sharper than human nails against his pecs and shoulders sending lust rolling through his body right down to his cock.

The engorged shaft pulsed in her depths, massaged as the tight walls clenched around him. He closed his eyes for a second, fighting back the need to roar and lose his load there and then. Iron control was the only thing that held back the tide, and he knew his expression was tight when he opened his eyes.

“Don’t you worry about that. Just do as you’re told, kitten.”

His voice was harsh and deep with both passion and his cat, but he didn’t care. If the scent of arousal flooding the room was any indication, she didn’t either. He bit back his smile. His little kitten was as alpha as they came, but sometimes she had a surprisingly submissive streak.

He gripped the back of her hips, driving his upward at a relentless pace. She was so small and delicate that he was careful to moderate his strength, worried about hurting her. But within a few thrusts, those beautiful dark eyes opened and fixed on him.

“I’m not made of china,” she growled in irritation. “I won’t break. Now fuck me properly.”

“Yes, boss.” His smile was lost under a feral snarl as he did just as she asked.

Hands on her hips, he lifted her up, ignoring her little whimper of disappointment. Water sloshed around them as he spun her around, placing her hands on the side of the bath as he pushed her legs apart with his knee. She made that soft sexy sound of need and pushed back, grinding her ass against his cock in a way that heated his blood to boiling point.

“Oh, no, kitten.” He leaned over her to whisper in her ear. “You’re done giving orders. It’s my turn now.”

Dipping his hips, he reached between them to fit the broad head of his cock against her welcoming heat. A quick thrust and he was balls deep, their mingled groan barely fading before he began to move. Setting up a relentless rhythm, he reached around and down between her thighs to find her clit. His fingers moved in concert with his hips as she moaned and writhed. His cock pulsed, fire gathering at the base of his spine and reaching out to encircle his balls, but he ignored it. Her pleasure came first, came above everything, even his own needs.

“Oh… fuck… Logan…” she moaned, hips grinding back on each of his hard thrusts and her sweet pussy clenching around his shaft as her release grew ever nearer.

But he didn’t give her a break. Didn’t let up. Instead, he drove her higher and higher, nearer to that peak.

“That’s it, kitten. Let go,” he ordered, leaning down to scrape a fang, now dropped down into his mouth, over the tender skin of her shoulder. “Give it to me. I want to hear my name on your lips as you come. Scream for me, and I’ll give you what you need.”

She whimpered, a fresh wave of liquid heat bathing his cock and almost taking him over the edge there and then. He started to count backward from a hundred. Imagined pink fluffy kittens… the leaders of the city naked…anything nonsexual that would stave off his climax.

“No…” Her hand wrapped around his wrist where he had his hand braced on the edge of the tub next to hers. “Together. Fuck me and claim me, Logan… please.”

Her movements were uncoordinated, her pussy clenching around his cock in rhythmic waves that told him she was close.

“Take me, kitten,” he whispered, nipping her neck again as he thrust into her. He savored the shudder that ran through her body in response and the invitation as she tilted her head to the side, baring her throat to him in submission.

He relished the cascade of ripples that began as he played with her clit. Her claws emerged, kissing his skin, and he knew she was right on the edge. Pulling back, he rolled his hips to tease her and then thrust back in. Hard. “Take all of me… own all of me as I own all of you.”

She moaned as her body tightened but he was ready. The instant he felt her pussy grip him, he stopped kissing her neck and struck, driving his fangs deep into the fleshy part of her shoulder. His lion roared in triumph as she screamed his name and came hard and fast.

He held her in place with his teeth as his hips pumped. But it wasn’t long before the tight grip of her body and her climax triggered his. His cock jerked and pulsed, hot seed bathing her inner walls. She whimpered and moaned, clinging to his braced wrist as she rode his cock.

It seemed forever before the waves of pleasure ebbed and died down. Slowly, he disengaged his fangs, drawing them back as he swept his tongue over the wound on her shoulder to heal it. Satisfaction filled him. It was good and deep, would scar well. Then everyone would know without a doubt that she was his.

Pulling from her, he turned them both and gathered her into his arms, sliding into the water so they could recover. He heard a purr in the back of her throat as she nestled against him, head against his shoulder. Sleepy gold-shot dark eyes watched him and a smile curved her lips. Gentle fingers reached up to stroke gently along his jaw, pulling him down for a long kiss that was so soft and full of promise it made his heart ache.

“My king,” she murmured. “My mate. Finally.”

“And forever,” he purred in response, holding her to him as he closed his eyes.

Everything he needed was right there, in his arms, and they were his.

Forever.