Catching Her Mates Page 5

  “Are you ready to be with us?” John helped her out of the car.

  “I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t. I wouldn’t have met you if I hadn’t decided to take the mating to the next level. It’s way past time.” She smiled. Trust him to want to put everything out there and have it said so clearly. Very much a police officer.

  “This might not be gentle.” John began leading her to the house.

  Well, duh, she was going to be mating with three cats, and they were going to bite her. Who thought of soft lovemaking during a first mating? Maybe once they’d gotten the claiming out of the way, they could do the slow and sweet. Definitely something to look forward to.

  “When I claim you three, I can’t guarantee gentle either.” She drew her fingers over his shoulder.

  That wouldn’t happen tonight. Females claimed their mates after the males. It could be weeks or months later. It depended on the relationship and if the female felt comfortable in it. Tension rolled through her shoulders. If there was any threat from other females.

  Those men had a mate. Every woman in town needed to know that those men were taken, even the humans. But the humans would have to be taken care of another way. A mating mark wouldn’t work. Unless she took out a billboard, humans would consider them fair game.

  “I hope you aren’t. I like a little wildcat in my bed. I can’t wait until you do that, but tonight, it’s all about you.” John turned as he stopped before the white door to the house.

  “I’m not human. I’m not expecting gentle. We can get to the whispering sweet love words a little later. This is about sealing our relationship. At some point, I want those words, with the feeling behind them.” Why was he being so cautious right now? She’d gotten this far.

  The time to run had been before she’d met all three of them. Not that it would do much good. In addition to looking at her driving record, he’d probably noted her address. He’d find her.

  “Good. This isn’t some one-night thing. Once you’re inside, you’re a part of us.” John cupped her cheek. “We keep what’s ours.”

  “And so do I. I might have hesitated, but now, I’m more than ready.” She looked to the door. Her foot tapped, and her heart rate increased. “Are you going to show me your house?”

  John laughed. “You’ll get around to seeing it all, but I think a tour’s going to have to wait until we settle a little. Let me show you at least one room, because I definitely have a preference.”

  He pushed open the door and urged her into their home. Was he going to be a predictable cougar male? He might mean a brief look while he got her in the position he wanted. Most likely facing away from him for easy biting.

  A big, open living room spread out before her. They passed a huge plush black couch flanked by rich wood end tables and dark chairs. Her work shoes made barely any noise on the wooden floor.

  John guided her to the dining room. A half wall that had a buffet-style counter attached divided the dining area from the living room. With his arm at her waist, he steered her to a big, gleaming dark wood table sitting in the center. Her teeth dug into her lower lip. Definitely the kind of thing a male cat would choose.

  He pulled the chair out and away from the table. With a nudge of his foot, he slid it to the back wall. She blinked. It thudded and rocked on its legs. She leaned back. That was more aggression than he’d shown before.

  She glanced up at him. A muscle flexed on his cheek. His eyes locked on her face. Such intensity. She drew in a deep breath and remained still. Would her clothes survive if he got his hands on them? Maybe she should take the initiative and remove those. She couldn’t let them get ripped up.

  She lifted her hands and unbuttoned the little white buttons. The shirt parted as she quickly made her way down the garment. Cool air brushed over her skin. A shiver ran down her back.

  She pushed her shirt wide and dropped it to the floor. His eyes narrowed. Better get those pants at least unclasped. She dropped her hands to the waistband. She flicked the closure open and dragged the zipper down. She glanced up. John’s eyes fastened on the swell of her breasts. She clenched her hands into fists. Maybe they liked bigger breasts.

  “I’ll finish this for you.” John pushed the shirt over her shoulder.

  She nodded. “All right, I was just a little concerned when I saw the passion in your eyes. I need these clothes so I have an extra pair for work.”

  “I can’t say that you’re wrong about that. I wanted them off as soon as possible and might have used the most expedient way to get rid of them.” He reached behind her and flicked open her bra. The peach fabric loosened and slid down her arms.

  “I want you, too, and when it’s my turn, I don’t know if your clothes will be safe from me.” She flicked open the buttons on his shirt.

  She smoothed her hands into the small space, touching the warm skin. He drew in a hissing breath. He grasped her wrist, gently pulling her hand away. A pang shot through at the loss.

  “Not yet, angel, I can’t hold out long with you right now. I have to have you. The cat’s clawing at me. It wants you, and it wants you now.” John leaned down and brushed his lips over her cheeks.

  Her lips tingled. She clutched at his shoulders. His mouth feathered over hers. She opened for him. His tongue stroked against hers and his flavor burst in her mouth. A rich, almost smoky flavor combined with his woodsy scent and drove her wild. With that first taste, she’d found home.

  A moan burst into the silence, and the vibrations sent prickles over her skin. She leaned into him. The heat from his body lured her closer. She swept her hands over his chest. A leisurely explore would have to wait until later. His teeth scraped over her lower lip. The sting ricocheted through her, adding to the pulsing knot low in her belly.

  “Are you ready?” He trailed kisses along her jaw.

  She nodded. “Yes.”

  They’d claim her first. Finally, after all this time, her mates would claim her. About damn time.

  He reached down and pushed her pants over her thighs. The fabric skimmed over her legs. Tingles followed the path. She kicked out of her shoes and stepped from her pants.

  “I can smell that you want me, and your scent is delicious. I’d love to spend hours licking and tasting you.” John drew his hand up her thigh. “I need you to find pleasure as I take you. I don’t want to leave you wanting.”

  She shivered and licked her lips. A few strokes of his fingers, and he wouldn’t need to worry. “I’ll be ready.”

  He lifted her onto to the table. “Let me see to you. As soon as we’re all mated, we’ll show you the pleasure of being touched by three mates.”

  She braced her palms on the table and leaned back, widening her thighs for him. Shivers ran over her body. Did he like what he saw? Thin, short, and small breasted wasn’t every man’s ideal.

  He stroked over her shoulder and down to the small mounds of her breasts. “Oh yeah, this is what I want. I love your sweet body. You may be small, but the lithe power beneath the skin fascinates me. I can almost feel the energy bubbling there.”

  She bit her lip as she waited for him to make a move. His eyes roved over her, from her breasts and down to her pussy with the small patch of hair above the bare lips. Her heart raced. She gripped the edge of the table. Did her bare skin make him want to touch as much as his did to her?

  Thunk. She gasped and turned her head. Archer and Judge stood back behind the wall that separated the dining room and living room. A wooden napkin holder lay on the floor. They wouldn’t crowd each other at this point. Male territoriality. Even co-mates sometimes fought before they solidified the bond with the female.

  “Before I take you, I’m going to lick, touch, and taste you. When I know you’re ready, I’ll lift you off this table, turn you around, and sink into that sweet pussy.” John leaned down, but his gaze lifted to hers.

  “I can’t wait.” She tightened her thighs.

  The slightly rough texture of his pants rasped against her skin. Her inner muscl
es clenched. She could probably ride one of his hard thighs to pleasure. A shiver rolled over her body.

  “You’re not ready yet.” John lowered his mouth to one reddened peak as his fingertips trailed over her stomach. Her muscles tensed. Just move that hand down a little and curl those fingers. A few good strokes would have her ready for him fast.

  “I will be. I can even help you.” She lifted one of her hands and skimmed it over her stomach, brushing against his arm.

  He grasped her wrist, putting it back on the table, and straightened. His eyes narrowed at her. “Put it on the table and leave it there. I’ll get you ready. You don’t have to do anything this time. Not that I wouldn’t mind watching you pleasure yourself.”

  She drew in a breath. If he took too long, he’d see her independent streak. Though he should already be aware of it if he’d listened. She put her hand on the table and leaned back.

  His breath puffed over the peak. Prickles danced across the flesh. His lips brushed against the nub before closing over it. Warm moisture surrounded the nipple. She tensed and sucked in a breath. Too slow. His tongue lapped at the hardened flesh, lashing the tip over and over. Tingles raced over her. So intense. He eased his palm down her belly. She drew in a breath as her body tightened.

  When he traced the outline of the small patch on her mound, the tantalizing touch twisted the cord of frustration wrapping around her. A groan rolled from her. Damn, he was such a tease.

  His tongue lashed at the stiffened peak. She writhed. Not enough. Her hips lifted. He skimmed his finger over the lips, tracing once and then again. Her inner muscles tightened and the ache grew. More. Give me more.

  She arched her back, trying to push the flesh deeper into his mouth to get a little more pressure there. He laughed. The vibrations rolled against her breast. A shiver rippled over her skin. She growled.

  “I’m going to enjoy playing with you.” John lifted his mouth. Between the words, his tongue licked at the flesh as if he couldn’t get enough of her taste.

  Each ragged breath rasped in her throat. Bring it on, Chief. She’d learn what he liked, what they all liked, and what made each of them hot. And she’d turn the tables on them. They’d hunger and burn until their skin sizzled with need to be touched as hers did.

  “I’m going to enjoy watching your face as you come.” He traced the lips of her pussy. He pushed between the folds and grazed the sensitive hood of her clit in the process. “Not tonight, maybe in the morning when we’re all settled and rested.”

  What a wonderful way to wake up. If that was true, she’d linger in bed every morning. “Right now, I want to come as you ride me.”

  He tensed. Maybe too much of a challenge to throw at a man in the grip of a claiming. How was he holding on so long? He had hunted for his mate, so the need to claim had to be greater with him than it was her.

  He smiled. “I’ll get to that. I can’t wait to sink into you. I’m almost desperate for it. You need to be wet and hungry. This sweet cream is reassuring, but I want you bucking against my hand.”

  He pressed his fingers between the lips and curled, flicking over her clit. Sensation speared through her. She jolted and gripped the table. That’s it.

  His head lowered back to her breast. She arched, pressing the flesh against his lips. He closed his lips over one tip and began drawing on the nipple. She panted and trembled.

  The muscles in her arms twitched. If she moved even one hand right now, she’d tumble back onto the table. He eased his fingers away from her clit. She groaned. He couldn’t stop now.

  A sharp twinge cut through at the loss of his touch. She shook her head. His thumb brushed over the nub. Her breath locked in her throat. She rocked her hips. Just a little firmer.

  He dropped a kiss between her breasts. His lips glided up the slope to the neglected hardened nipple on the other side. Prickling heat leapt over her skin. His tongue swirled around the darkened peak.

  Fuck. He was such a tease. She moaned. The building excitement pulled tighter within her. He pushed his fingers into her sheath as he strummed his thumb over sensitive bud.

  The thick digits thrust into her. She lifted against his touch. So good, but not enough. Her mouth opened, but only a groan emerged.

  “More.” She tightened her thighs. Her need raged. Those thick digits danced over her flesh like magic. This time, she had to have him inside.

  “That’s what I want to hear.” He pulled back. His mouth left her nipple with a distinct smack, and he drew his fingers free from her.

  He gripped her hips and lifted her from the table. Her feet settled on the cool, wooden floor. She inhaled and leaned into him. So good and so lickable. Her tongue swiped along his neck. He groaned. The tense muscles in his shoulders and along his jaw gave her a little hope that he felt as strongly as she did.

  He turned her to face the big piece of furniture. Her heart pounded, and electricity pulsed over her skin. She’d waited so long for him.

  He stroked her back. Warm tingles followed the path. A shiver ripped down her spine. He dropped a kiss on her shoulder, trailing his mouth up to her neck. She pushed back against him, rocking her hips. Her inner muscles clenched. The emptiness sent an ache echoing through her. She had to have him. First him, then her other two mates.

  A low rasp rolled through the room. She glanced back. He pulled his hand away from his zipper. Prickles danced across her skin, and she wriggled. Clothing rustled. The pants fell to the floor with a soft whoosh. Her breath caught. Soon.

  He stepped up behind her. His cock brushed against her leg and buttocks. A drop of warm moisture smeared against her skin. She leaned forward, ready for his touch.

  “I’m going to claim you, Leslie.” John’s deep voice rumbled over her. “You’re mine, little cat.”

  His cock nudged at her entrance. She shivered. He slowly sank into her. He gripped her hips. Her muscles tightened, and fire ran through her veins. He tugged her back against him, sliding all the way into her.

  “I’m going to make you come. You’re going to scream my name before I claim you.” John leaned over her.

  His warm chest nudged against her back. She squirmed. He cupped her pussy. The heat seared through her. When he stroked over the sensitive hood, she caught her breath. The knot in her stomach tightened. She bit her lip, shaking her head. Not until he came with her. She pushed back against him.

  She trembled. His finger flicked back and forth even as he drove deep into her. Her pulse pounded with each plunge. The ache low in her stomach coiled. She pushed back into his fast strokes.

  “Whose are you, mate?” He stroked her clit again and again.

  “Yours.” The muscles in her throat tightened. Air rasped over the sensitive tissue with each breath. Damn it, he knew.

  “Whose?” His hips slammed forward on the question.

  “John’s!” She shoved back into him and pressed up.

  He grazed her clit. Brutal sensation ripped up her body and then spread all the way down to her toes. Her body bowed, and her breath locked in her chest. She shivered and moaned. Better than I ever imagined.

  Hot, moist breath puffed against her shoulder. She arched into his touch. His teeth sank into her. A gasp tore from her. Pain blended with pleasure. She rolled her hips back into his.

  His hiss brushed over her skin as he plunged his shaft into her again and again, seeking his pleasure. His arms tightened, holding her against him with increasing force.

  He came. His body tensed, and his seed spurted within her.

  She blinked and shook her head. Arrogant male cat. Demanding she say his name.

  Her heart raced, and she panted. Finally, he’d claimed her. She had one of her mates. Maybe someday soon, they could start a family.

  She tensed. Oh, shit. None of them had talked about that. They’d probably freak later if they wanted to wait a while.

  “It’s a little late to be talking about this, but I’ve got an implant to prevent pregnancy. We’ll have to talk about how so
on you’d like to have children and how many, but I didn’t want any of you to suddenly remember and feel bad.” She shoved back against John. The cat wouldn’t have let the men wear a condom. Not with the initial mating.

  “Thank you for telling us.” John kissed her shoulder.

  She turned to Archer and Judge. John stepped back. He lingered, caressing her arms. Already heat bubbled within her, reaching for the other men who were her mates.

  Chapter Five

  Judge straightened. There was nothing sexier than their mate being fucked, but he’d had to hold onto the top of the fucking half wall. If he hadn’t, he would have gone over there and tried to pull John away and claim her. They were all part of this.

  He drew in deep breaths. Somehow, he’d held himself back. But now, it was time. His cat hissed and growled. Time to claim his mate. Once he did, the beast would settle.

  As soon as John stepped back, Judge strode forward. He lifted her into his arms. Her body nestled against him. So light and her body so small. He had to make her his. Protect her and keep her safe.

  The inner cougar raked and pushed at him. Claim our mate. Take her right here. Over a chair. On the floor. Fuck. He’d do better than the hard floor. She deserved comfort and care.

  He carried her to the black couch and put her down next to it. So light, but she’d be able to handle what they had to give her. There was strength beneath the surface. He drew his fingers over her cheek. She eased onto the cushion. She smoothed her palm over his chest. He dropped down next to her. Clasping her hand in his, he pressed her palm to his cheek.

  He had more finesse than to fall on her. He exhaled and flexed his fingers. Though not much at the moment. Blood pounded through him, and each pulse sent a throbbing ache through his cock. Later, he could show her the finer points of his lovemaking.

  “Kiss me.” Leslie cupped his face, drawing him closer.