the long fabric until it was just shy of revealing her core. Trinity ran a finger over the material, between her folds, careful not to touch her clit. After two strokes, the scrap of material between her legs was soaked. She looked Kian straight in the eye and said, "I'm wet, Kian. My pussy is tired of fingers and toys. It wants a long, hard dick thrusting in and out until I scream someone's name." She traced her slit again. "Are you sure you don't want it to be yours?"
She lifted the fabric off, leaving her bare from the waist down, and tossed it at him. Kian caught it and brought the drenched material to his nose to draw in a deep whiff. His low growl sent a thrill through her. This plan might work after all.
Kian stared at his mate and struggled with what he should do.
She was perched on a rock, her beautiful, engorged pussy glistening in the midday sun. His dick was hard to the point of pain. To save Trinity the embarrassment of his lameness, he hadn't fucked her in nearly four months.
Right now, however, he wanted to rush over, pin Trinity down, and slowly devour her until she screamed his name.
But she deserved better.
The instant he started limping over to her, his wife's desire would vanish. She—along with the rest of his clan—kept their looks of pity and disgust to themselves. He knew better than anyone else that a lame cougar-shifter was a liability, and a lame cougar-shifter clan leader was even worse.
He took the material now coated in her scent—a mixture of earth and leaves—and tossed it back to her. The best thing was to ignore her question. "Unless you really want Sy or his men to fuck you, get dressed."
Hurt flashed in Trinity's eyes but was quickly replaced by one of determination. "Well, if you put it that way."
She tied the long piece of material around one wrist and yanked the knot tight around her skin. He frowned. "What the hell are you doing?"
She said nothing but walked over to the nearest tree branch closest to her height, tossed the material over it, and grabbed the end. "I'm horny and tired of waiting, Kian." There was enough slack for her to easily tie her other wrist tight. "I will always love you, but if you don't want me, someone else will. My scent will attract any unattached cat in the area and I'm going to stay out here, tied to this tree, until someone fucks me so hard I can still feel it in the morning."
Bile rose in his throat at the image of another man pounding his dick into her sweet warm pussy, Trinity moaning until she cried out someone else's name as she came.
Kian barely resisted clenching his fist. He was jealous of the unnamed man, but he'd better get used to it because the unnamed man would be strong and whole, and able to take care of Trinity the way she deserved.
He took a deep breath and tamped down his jealousy. He couldn't let Trinity know how much he secretly wished to keep her. He shrugged a shoulder. "You say that now, but once night starts to fall, it'll get cold and you'll come back inside."
She raised her chin a notch and Kian knew he was in trouble. "Your brother might be able to resist, but if he's bringing any of the young males with him, they won't hold back once I let them know you're about to release me from our mate vows."
He went still. "How do you know about that?"
She shrugged. "You may not talk to me, but your brother Sy does. He thinks you're a dimwitted fool, and call me biased, but I tend to agree with him." She leaned against the tree trunk. "I'm not going to beg or plead with you anymore, Kian. You know your lame leg doesn't make you any less of a man to me, but if you won't believe me, then leave me alone so I can start over."
He was going to reply, but then Trinity tightened her grip on the material slung over the branch and arched her back. Her tight, tawny nipples were now thrust forward, covered only by a scrap of see-through lace, and he could do nothing but stare. Trinity's fire was what had made him fall in
She lifted the fabric off, leaving her bare from the waist down, and tossed it at him. Kian caught it and brought the drenched material to his nose to draw in a deep whiff. His low growl sent a thrill through her. This plan might work after all.
Kian stared at his mate and struggled with what he should do.
She was perched on a rock, her beautiful, engorged pussy glistening in the midday sun. His dick was hard to the point of pain. To save Trinity the embarrassment of his lameness, he hadn't fucked her in nearly four months.
Right now, however, he wanted to rush over, pin Trinity down, and slowly devour her until she screamed his name.
But she deserved better.
The instant he started limping over to her, his wife's desire would vanish. She—along with the rest of his clan—kept their looks of pity and disgust to themselves. He knew better than anyone else that a lame cougar-shifter was a liability, and a lame cougar-shifter clan leader was even worse.
He took the material now coated in her scent—a mixture of earth and leaves—and tossed it back to her. The best thing was to ignore her question. "Unless you really want Sy or his men to fuck you, get dressed."
Hurt flashed in Trinity's eyes but was quickly replaced by one of determination. "Well, if you put it that way."
She tied the long piece of material around one wrist and yanked the knot tight around her skin. He frowned. "What the hell are you doing?"
She said nothing but walked over to the nearest tree branch closest to her height, tossed the material over it, and grabbed the end. "I'm horny and tired of waiting, Kian." There was enough slack for her to easily tie her other wrist tight. "I will always love you, but if you don't want me, someone else will. My scent will attract any unattached cat in the area and I'm going to stay out here, tied to this tree, until someone fucks me so hard I can still feel it in the morning."
Bile rose in his throat at the image of another man pounding his dick into her sweet warm pussy, Trinity moaning until she cried out someone else's name as she came.
Kian barely resisted clenching his fist. He was jealous of the unnamed man, but he'd better get used to it because the unnamed man would be strong and whole, and able to take care of Trinity the way she deserved.
He took a deep breath and tamped down his jealousy. He couldn't let Trinity know how much he secretly wished to keep her. He shrugged a shoulder. "You say that now, but once night starts to fall, it'll get cold and you'll come back inside."
She raised her chin a notch and Kian knew he was in trouble. "Your brother might be able to resist, but if he's bringing any of the young males with him, they won't hold back once I let them know you're about to release me from our mate vows."
He went still. "How do you know about that?"
She shrugged. "You may not talk to me, but your brother Sy does. He thinks you're a dimwitted fool, and call me biased, but I tend to agree with him." She leaned against the tree trunk. "I'm not going to beg or plead with you anymore, Kian. You know your lame leg doesn't make you any less of a man to me, but if you won't believe me, then leave me alone so I can start over."
He was going to reply, but then Trinity tightened her grip on the material slung over the branch and arched her back. Her tight, tawny nipples were now thrust forward, covered only by a scrap of see-through lace, and he could do nothing but stare. Trinity's fire was what had made him fall in
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