Snarling, Mercy felt her frustration get the best of her after he easily dodged her first attack. She stared at him, assessing him for weaknesses to exploit, but his deceptively relaxed stance gave her none. Trained for combat from a young age, Mercy wasn’t used to being on the losing end of a fight. In fact, she was better than most of the leopard males in her pack. But this man, this wolf, easily parried her every blow, making her feel as though she was a child again in front of her old teacher. Her chest rumbled in anger as she breathed out slowly, trying to calm herself down. Emotional fights were dangerous, she knew that, but this wolf always managed to unsettle and infuriate her.
“You done, pretty kitty?” Lucas’s cocky tone rankled her, but the way his voice scraped against her sensitive nerves infuriated her even more than she thought possible. With his messy blond hair and his dark jeans that were slung low on his hips, he looked more like a rugged model who had just finished a photoshoot for a perfume add or something. Her eyes involuntarily drifted down his toned chest, lingering on the lines of his abdominal muscles. She’d never been too fond of the overtly muscled type, preferring tall and slim males, but there was something about Lucas’s physique that had always called to her. She wanted to caress the hard planes with her tongue. Slowly. A head taller than her, he likely outweighed her by a hundred pounds.
“Never.” Her voice sounded a bit petulant despite her suppressed anger, but that didn’t stop the slow, wicked grin from forming on his face. Damn if she wasn’t sexy as fuck, all spitting mad and coiled like a snake to strike. He’d been hard since he first spotted her wandering in the forest, wondering why she was out here alone. Lucas loved to watch her move. Mercy was the most innately sensual female he had ever encountered, and his gaze was always drawn to the way her rounded hips swayed when she walked. She had legs for days, and the prettiest red hair he had ever seen. Not bright red, but a soft red like faded leaves in the fall. He wanted to wrap his fist around her hair and pin her down.
Mercy’s eyes changed, and she could feel her leopard responding to her tumultuous emotions. It paced and rubbed inside her, longing to emerge. To Mercy’s shock, her leopard was not interested in fighting Lucas. Not really. She was interested in a fight so much as it would prove him to be stronger, but her leopard was much more interested in what would come afterwards. She eyed Lucas with hunger and appreciation. Mercy ruthlessly shoved aside her leopard, telling her in no uncertain terms that it was never going to happen with Lucas.
He watched as normally light green eyes turned even brighter as they took on the iridescent sheen of her leopard. Lucas knew that she wouldn’t give up his challenge so easily. But the fact that her leopard had emerged, even slightly, revealed how much he affected her. Lucas liked knowing that he affected her as much as she had always affected him. Her eyes drank him in, and he would have given anything to know what was going on in that sexy little mind of hers. Her labored breathing pulled her tank top tight across her breasts with every indrawn breath, and the sight of those full, straining curves beckoned him. She lifted the corner of her mouth on a soft growl, and the tip of one canine gleaned in the soft natural light. The sight hit Lucas like a punch to the gut.
He wanted that sexy tooth buried in his shoulder while he took her hard and fast. He glanced at her clenched fists, wondering if her claws had emerged. He almost groaned at the imagined feeling of her sharp little claws raking his back as she took her pleasure.
“Damnit, Mercy, stop this,” Lucas growled at her as she continued her physical assault. He was larger than her by a mile and his strength vastly exceeded hers, but he didn’t want to hurt her. One look at her furious face and Lucas knew that she wasn’t going to stop unless he stopped her himself. He glanced down as she readied herself for another attack, the tensing of her strong lean legs giving away her plan.
Tired of stalling, Mercy raced toward Lucas for a second attack. This time, she tried to kick him instead, shifting her weight backwards slightly and pivoting on her heel to make a strike that would accommodate his greater height. Her right leg shot out towards him fast and true, aiming for the center of his chest.
Abruptly, he grabbed her ankle, twisted, and pulled to the side. His strength easily altered her forward momentum, which unbalanced Mercy and caused her to fall to the side. Lucas swiftly followed her down to the ground, caging her with his arms to blunt her impact. She grunted as her stomach met the cold forest floor, and Lucas immediately settled himself against her back. His weight pressed her to the ground, heavy, warm, and firm, with his chest against her back and his heavy thighs caging her slimmer ones. His hands pinned both of hers to the ground on either side of her head.
Mercy held still in shocked silence for all of three seconds, and then the reality of her situation kicked in hard. Lucas had her effectively pinned and rendered almost completely motionless in seconds. He had deflected her attacks so very easily, which was something she hadn’t experienced with a man since she’d learned how to fight. Maybe never. The thought wounded her warrior pride even as it turned her on. Her leopard purred within her, pleased to have finally encountered a suitably strong and challenging male. For Mercy, however, her anger was more acceptable than her arousal in this situation, so she struck out with that.
“Get off of me, damn you!” She hissed loudly at him, baring her teeth from her position on the ground that had turned her head to the side. Then she squirmed, trying to buck him off of her or at least shift his weight to give her an opening, but it was like trying to move concrete.
Lucas was very still above her, trying to control himself against jumping the soft, wiggling woman pinned beneath him. His wolf howled his victory of finally catching and pinning this tempting feline female. Every movement brushed her body against his, and he growled at the feeling of having her in his arms. Fucking finally. His jaw clenched tightly with his need to bite her and to feel his hard teeth sink deep into her soft, willing flesh.
Lucas controlled himself enough to speak, although he would much rather be doing other things with his mouth. “Hiss at me again, pretty kitty, I dare you.” His voice came out low and tight with arousal.
Mercy jerked at the raspy quality of his voice, and his ragged breath ghosted across the back of her neck in a hot caress. Her nipples puckered instantly even as they pressed against the cold, hard ground, and lazy tendrils of heat slithered down her belly to touch her in lower, more sensitive places. She couldn’t suppress the involuntary shiver that he had to feel, being as close to her as he was, but she wasn’t about to submit so easily to this dominant wolf.
Mercy stopped wiggling at the taunt in his voice. Damnit, she was not one of those fawning, submissive wolves that Lucas was accustomed to. Her leopard may want him, but she was strong, proud and independent. A dominant, aggressive wolf like him would never tame a feline like her. Angling her head farther to the side so that she could meet his eyes, she slowly curled her upper lip and let out a low, long hiss. Her eyes were bright, bold, and challenging.
Son of a bitch. The breath left Lucas’s lungs in a rush, and he felt himself harden impossibly further. Lucas and his wolf were both impressed by her continued defiance. Contrary to her beliefs, he wasn’t really attracted to submissive women, and both he and his wolf were in agreement that there was nothing submissive about Mercy. But as his erection throbbed in the tight confines of his jeans, he had never been hornier than he was in this moment with this female who tested his patience and his control.
Lucas decided that enough was enough. He let his wolf emerge through his eyes as she had done with her leopard. “Mercy,” he more growled than said, “I have you pinned.” As his wolf bled through, his voice acquired a gravely quality that Mercy found that she loved. It sounded like he was at the edge of his control, and she and her leopard reveled in being the cause of his unraveling. Not that she would ever tell him this, or his arrogance would be unbearable.
She gave him her best haughty expression of bored indifference, despite her position of being defeated and pinned. He had said that like it was supposed to mean something to her, but it didn’t. “So what?” She replied snidely. “Being pinned is a wolf thing, and I’m not a wolf.”
Lucas chuckled, and there was something dark and wicked about that sound. It caused her stomach to clench as nervousness and excitement spiked within her. Her leopard wanted to stretch against him, to entice and to seduce, and to feel all of his solid strength focus on her.
“You’re right, you’re not a wolf. You’re more like a little kitten.” As expected, her eyes glowed from the insulting term, even though Lucas had managed to make it sound like more of an endearment. She hadn’t been a kitten since she was a child, if she had ever been one considering her upbringing. And so what if she was a little short? Others, men in particular, tended to underestimate her because of her petite size, but that only made her satisfaction greater when she proved that she had a lot going for her crammed into a small package.
Lucas and his wolf were pleased that they could cause such a strong reaction from her. Mercy was known among her people and his for being cool and calm no matter the circumstances. Lucas had heard her being described as robotic, but he had always known that there was a fiery, passionate woman underneath the feigned indifference. Her cool persona thawed and melted for him, and seeing that made his chest ache and his balls tighten.
Mercy growled at his insult, even though she suspected he hadn’t meant it as one and had only said it to rile her. Just because he easily overpowered her and he was a foot taller didn’t make her a kitten! “How dare you – “
Lucas made his move. Slowly, so slowly, he lowered his body to lean more fully against hers. He had been supporting the majority of his weight because he hadn’t wanted to crush her and he hadn’t wanted her to feel the strength of his arousal. He would hold back no longer.
Her words were choked off with a gasp as she felt him press his weight against her back. He moved as though he had all the time in the world, allowing Mercy to feel the corded strength of his body. And the heat, there was so much heat. The slow possession was almost more than she could bear, and her leopard paced in impatience. Lucas’s heat was immense, burning her through her clothes. Her head swam, and she took a ragged breath.
His broad chest covered the entire span of her back, and the size difference should have made her feel overwhelmed, but it didn’t. Instead, Mercy felt feminine and protected in a way that she had never experienced. She subtly tested the strength of his hold on her. She wasn’t uncomfortable, and she could still breathe just fine, but she could move even less than before. The increase of weight against her pushed her sensitive breasts harder against the ground, which provided a delicious sort of friction for her sensitive nipples. His scent invaded her senses, and she couldn’t help herself as breathed him in until it made her lightheaded. Lucas smelled of soft smoke and pine, and she and her leopard wanted to curl up at his feet and purr. Which was utterly ridiculous, because Mercy had never purred for anyone. Ever. The hard length of his erection pressed hot and insistent against the back of her thigh beneath the curve her ass, and her leopard growled in approval and desire. Lucas had proven that he was a strong, capable male. Her leopard had judged him to be worthy of coupling with her.
Lucas had Mercy exactly where he had wanted her since the first moment he had laid eyes on her. Lucas pressed his nose to the crook of her neck and inhaled, taking her scent deep within him. Both the man and the wolf loved her scent – she smelled like sunflowers and cinnamon, a combination that made him want to smell and taste her all over. And then do it again and again.
Lucas felt Mercy’s chest vibrate as she growled. As a fiercely independent female leopard, Mercy wasn’t used to letting anyone else take the lead. She wanted him, he could smell the spicy scent of her arousal growing stronger, and he wanted to howl in pride that he was the cause of her arousal. But Lucas knew that he still had to prove that he could dominate her in a way that was absolute but also pleasurable for the both of them. And he wanted nothing more than her pleasure.
“Lucas..” she ground out as a warning, wanting him to back off as much as she wanted him to keep pushing.
In one swift motion, Lucas shifted to capture both of her hands above her head with only one of his. His second hand, he gently curved around the base of Mercy’s neck, holding her head in place and turned to the side. His hold was bold, strong, and possessive. As Mercy’s low growl continued, Lucas leaned forward and did something that he had dreamed of doing for months. He bit her.
Mercy jolted like she had been electrocuted. The nerve endings throughout her entire body flared to life, throbbing and demanding, as Lucas’s teeth sank into her soft, sensitive flesh of the curve between her neck and shoulder. She had never been bitten before, and certainly not like this. Biting was a wolf display of sexual dominance, and yet she felt her body respond almost helplessly with a strength that staggered her. Her nipples tightened almost painfully as they pressed firmly into the ground, and there was a sudden flood of moist heat between her legs. She grew dizzy and lightheaded as her arousal went through the roof, dousing her in the best kind of sensual flames. Mercy considered giving up all pretense of fighting him. She wanted to feel Lucas moving inside of her, hard and hot and fast. And she wanted it now.
The taste of her burst against his tongue as his mouth took hold of her. Mercy tasted even better than he had imagined, with subtle sunflower and cinnamon that was all female need. With his bite, Lucas felt the fighting tension abruptly drain from the line of her body. The scent of Mercy’s arousal grew stronger and thicker, and both man and wolf reacted with a painful, primitive need. His wolf howled his victory, the beginnings of her submission, and urged Lucas to claim her now. The woman beneath him was soft and pliant, and he could smell that she was already slick and ready for him. He lingered with his teeth in her neck, waiting patiently for her to submit fully, when he noticed a different kind of strange rumbling coming from her. His wolf bared its teeth with feral intensity, and both man and wolf innately understood the significance of this sound.
After several long seconds, he lifted his mouth with a slow glide of wet flesh against her softer flesh that made her shudder. “You’re purring,” he told her in a soft voice. His eyes glowed in their intensity. His face was all masculine satisfaction and hunger, such hunger. He had made her purr.
Shocked, Mercy quickly quieted the purr that had escaped without her permission. A slight wariness crept within her now despite her need for this man. Leopards purred in the presence of someone who inspired complete trust, respect, and love. The only people capable of inspiring those feelings within a leopard were family and a mate. And it just wasn’t possible that Lucas was her mate. He was a wolf, after all.
“I don’t purr,” Mercy told him automatically, despite the fact that they both knew she had just done it. A dangerous smile lit Lucas’s face, and Mercy felt her inner muscles spasm at the confidence. He was leading her to a place of such heightened sensual delights that she knew she would never again be the same. And he hadn’t even touched her yet.
Lucas stared at Mercy’s defiant, proud face that didn’t change even as the sweet lies left her lips. Poor little kitten didn’t want to admit that he had caused her to purr. Lucas grinned. He would enjoy making this kitty purr until she couldn’t take it anymore. “That sounded like a challenge, pretty kitty. You should know never to challenge a wolf. I’m going to make you purr until you’re sore and sated, and then I’m going to do it over and over again.”
Mercy’s eyes widened and darkened. His words coated her with a feeling like warm honey that floated languidly across her skin. Her heart pounded in her chest while her mind conjured possible scenarios in which he could make her purr. “I didn’t -” but before she could deny her inadvertent challenge, he flipped her over onto her back, covered her once again with his body, and mashed his lips to hers.
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