Page 24 of Mane Attraction
The sight of her, slick and open for him, nearly made him lose his mind. He had to take a moment, just to look, to memorize the reality of this woman—his mate—surrendering to him.
“Please,” she begged, her voice a husky whisper that shot straight to his core.
He needed no further encouragement. He settled between her thighs, his hands spreading her wider. He leaned in and tasted her, a slow, deliberate lick that made her cry out and her whole body tremble. Her flavor was addicting—sweet and musky and uniquely hers. He focused on her clit, circling it with his tongue before drawing it into his mouth and sucking gently.
Her gasps turned into desperate moans. “Yes… right there… don’t stop.”
He added his fingers, sliding two inside her with ease, finding her hot and tight and so ready for him. He curled them, finding a rhythm with his tongue that had her climbing higher, her thighs shaking against his ears. He felt her inner muscles begin to flutter around his fingers, the telltale sign of her impending release.
“Let go,” he commanded against her, his voice rough with desire. “Come for me, Xelene.”
The order, delivered with alpha certainty, shattered her. Her back arched off the seat, a sharp, beautiful cry tearing from her throat as her orgasm crashed over her. He felt the powerfulclench of her around his fingers, the tremors that racked her body, and he drank in every gasp, every shudder, worshiping her through the storm until she collapsed, boneless and breathless, onto the leather.
Lev pulled back, watching her with fierce satisfaction. Her skin was flushed, her dark hair fanned out, her lips swollen from his kisses. The controlled, composed reputation architect was gone, replaced by a woman utterly claimed by pleasure.
And I did that,his lion purred, the thought primal and proud.
Her green eyes fluttered open, hazy with satisfaction but holding a new, unwavering heat as they locked with his. A slow, sated smile touched her lips. She reached for him, her hand finding the waistband of his trousers.
Her fingers, still trembling from her climax, found the polished buckle of his belt. The decisive click of the clasp releasing was the loudest sound in the royal vehicle. Lev didn’t hesitate. He helped her, his own hands moving in tandem with hers, shoving his trousers and boxers down his hips until his cock sprang free, thick and heavy and achingly ready for her.
Mine,his lion roared, the thought a primal drumbeat in his veins.
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LEV
With a surprising strength, Xelene pushed him back until he was seated against the plush leather. Her green eyes held his, a challenge and a promise, as she rose up on her knees. She positioned herself over him, the heat of her core a brand against the head of his cock. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft skin, holding her steady—or maybe holding himself back from surging up and taking her.
Then she began to sink down.
It was an exquisite, slow torture. He felt every inch of her slick, tight heat enveloping him, stretching to accommodate his girth. It was more than physical; it was as if the missing piece of his soul clicked into place. Her head fell back, a raw cry tearing from her throat as she took him to the hilt, seated fully upon him.
“Lev…” she gasped, her voice thick with wonder and pleasure.
He could feel it fully now. The mate bond wasn’t just a faint pulse anymore; it was a live wire strung taut between them, humming with intense energy. Her pleasure washed over him in warm, dizzying waves, mingling with his own desperate need until he couldn’t tell where he ended and she began. His lionsurged forward, its presence a golden pressure behind his eyes, demanding he claim, possess, mark.
“You feel that?” he growled, his voice rough with the effort of control. “That’s us.”
She answered by moving. A slow, deliberate roll of her hips that made him see stars. Rational thought evaporated. His grip on her hips tightened, guiding her, meeting her with powerful upward thrusts.
“Take what you need. It’s all yours,” he commanded, the alpha in him taking over.
Xelene obeyed, her rhythm becoming urgent, her body riding him with a fierce abandon that shattered his last shreds of restraint. She was everywhere—her scent, her heat, the feel of her inner muscles clenching around him, the sight of her beautiful face contorted in ecstasy. He thrust up into her, deep and hard, each stroke forging the bond between them tighter.
She leaned forward, her mouth crashing into his. The kiss was messy and desperate, a tangle of tongues and shared breath. He could feel the tension coiling tight within her, the telltale flutter around his cock. He drove into her, again and again, chasing that peak with her.
“Come for me,” he snarled against her lips. “Let me feel all of you.”
Her cry was swallowed by his mouth as her orgasm detonated. Her body convulsed, her inner walls clamping down on him in rhythmic, milking pulses of pure ecstasy. The sensation was cataclysmic. It tore through his control, through his very being.
His own release followed, a tidal wave of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. His lion broke free with a silent, triumphant roar. As he spilled himself deep inside her, a fierce, possessive instinct took over. His hands, still locked on her hips, pulled her down hard against him with a final, claiming thrust.
In the blinding, white-hot haze of completion, he barely registered her change in cry.
The scream was sharp—devoid of pleasure, full of shock and pain.
Lev’s eyes flew open, the golden haze of his lion receding as cold dread doused the afterglow. Xelene was rigid in his lap, her face pale, her eyes wide with confusion and hurt. One of her hands flew to her left hip.
