He leaned forward and kissed her. “A woman after my own heart.”
“No, Kane, a woman who holds your heart.” She placed her hand on his chest above his heart, and their eyes met. “Just the same as you hold my heart. Together forever.”
He kissed her softly, the urgency gone for a brief moment. “I want to savour every last moment of this,” he said.
She stroked his cheek, and sighed contentedly. “Savour away.”
Inching forward, he pressed the head of his cock against her sex, and very slowly entered her. He might want to savour every moment, but his cock seemed to be less under his control than his lion had been.
This might all end very prematurely.
16
He was so sweet, for a big hunk of man flesh. Well, that was what she thought until he entered her, then he became anything but sweet. Instead, his animal seemed to take over, filled with passion and a need to satisfy his mate.
Slowly he took her, at first inching forward before pulling back, but then something snapped and he lunged forward, filling her completely, and she found herself urging him on, her fingernails digging into his back, whispering in his ear to take her, and never let her go.
Kane kissed her, his mouth hungry for hers, and he pushed his tongue into her mouth, mimicking the rhythm of his cock inside her sex. He consumed her in every way. If she had taught him about being a lion, Kane now taught her about sex, and how enjoyable it could be.
Her breathing became rapid, and her body tensed. She was going to come and she edged towards that sweet release, wanting to feel his cock throb and pulse inside her. The primal desire to have cubs overtook her; this what was what their joining was about, making a new life, the continuation of their pride, a thing they still had to fight for.
Kane thrust into her, his hands stroking her skin, igniting a fire throughout her body, while he told her how much he wanted her, how much she meant to him. And then he groaned, lunging into her hard, and she felt his essence spurting inside her. His actions set off a chain reaction, and her back arched, a wonderful tension covering her body as her orgasm exploded, sending stars shimmering before her eyes.
Even when he was spent, he stayed inside her, not wanting to break the spell that had settled around them. There was no other sound in the cave, save for their breathing, and from outside there came only an occasional bird call, or the sound of the soft breeze across the cave entrance.
“I wish we could stay here forever,” he said. “This has been an amazing day. To think that the lion inside me has been caged all these years.”
“You don’t regret coming to Shifters Prime?” she asked, stroking his cheek.
He turned and kissed her hand. “No, no regrets. I might change my mind when we go to my pride lands, but right now? No.”
“Your pride lands. You have already become accustomed to living here,” she said, kissing his shoulder.
“When I was a lion … when I was my lion, he knew things, remembered things that I didn’t. He had knowledge that I had forgotten.” Kane stopped and his expression became distant. “He can remember my father.”
Amara sat up. “Why didn’t you say before?”
“Because we had other things on our mind,” Kane said, kissing her lips. “And I had to have some time to assimilate them. You know, it feels like a dream, and I had to go over those thoughts, try to put them together and figure out if they were real.”
“And now you are sure?” she asked.
“Pretty much. At least I will be when we get there, because I have an image of this tree stuck in my head,” he said.
She moved away from him and went to gather her clothes. “Come on, I bet Frasier knows if the tree is real.”
“He might not have been to my pride lands,” Kane said, reaching out to pull her back to him.
“I think that man has probably been everywhere in the Prime, don’t you? Anyway, I expect if he is on your uncle’s payroll, he would have visited there at some point. There is no way your uncle would have sent you back here unless he thought it was safe. The future of the pride is resting on your shoulders, so I think he would have kept tabs on what was going on. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if he has a spy in the pride.”
“So now we are caught up in some kind of secret espionage,” Kane asked jokingly.
Amara stood still, her shirt half buttoned up. “Why not? The Prime isn’t the backwater state Frasier would have you believe. Most of his talk is for show. Things get smuggled in here all the time.”
“How?” Kane asked.
“If you had taken a bigger interest in your uncle’s business, you might know more about the workings of the Prime. And its suppliers.”
“Are you implying that my uncle is a smuggler?” Kane asked.