hand to her fevered forehead. Her head was spinning! Her heart pounded. Her breath–or was that his breath? – came in short gasps. The skin on her legs itched. In anticipation for his touch.
That searing touch!
She almost moaned aloud.
He paused, going completely still over her. Watching her, she knew.
And it was that heated regard that she could feel on her that suddenly made her growl in her throat.
Snow blinked.
Had that feral sound just come from her? Had he just caused her to make such a wild sound?
The low purr that rumbled from his chest was her answer. The cat's sensual nature. Never to be toyed with, she knew. Yes, she had made that wild cry.
And the male had responded to it.
As he pressed down on her full length, she felt every hard angle of him. His skin was smooth and warm, yet rock hard under the deceptively alluring cover.
His muscular arm encircled her waist, sliding lower to lift her closer to him. His other hand swept back the damp tendrils of hair that clung to her neck.
Tugging her head back, he exposed her arched throat.
A soft nicker warned her to stay put.
He exhaled shallowly, the faint stream of air lilting against her throat as he came in to claim his prize. She was his mating treasure–and he was about to stake his claim.
Holding her immobile, his tongue swept up the side of her neck. Short, flicking licks. A quick taste before the main meal.
Snow shivered at the utter sensuality of the dominating act.
When he reached the underside of her ear, he captured the small lobe between his lips, letting the skin slide against his teeth. Just enough to elicit a soft groan from her. He surprised her by taking a quick, sharp nip.
"Oh!"
Salair chuckled softly. It was just one of a myriad of bites he had perfected. The Satin Sting. Male Familiars often prided themselves on their inventive variation and use of the sexual bite. Apparently, Snow did not know this. He looked forward to revealing his other range of gifts. After all, he had enthusiastically spent the span of two incarnations perfecting them. To put it bluntly and without overstating, he was pinpoint good.
However, there was a danger for him.
The closer he came to a certain spot on her neck, the more he was apt to lose the control he was forced to maintain for her in this first of matings. Normally, when Familiars joined, it was a wild pairing from the start. Due to Snow's untouched state, however, he would have to rein in some of his fire lest he risk injuring her.
It would not be easy.
Already, he was in the throws of the mating trance. His breathing was deepening as his blood thickened in his veins. His special senses were starting to open completely to her in preparation for the bonding. Snow was melting into him in a way he had never experienced before in lovemaking. It was extraordinary.
He closed his eyes to concentrate on the rich sensations flowing through him. He could hear her shallows breaths–mimicking the sound of caught prey–increasing as she unconsciously began to compliment his slowed-down cadence.
Aligning her life to his breath. . .
Beautiful . It was beautiful. With that, his mouth covered hers again. Only this time Snow would learn that there was more than depth to a Familiar's kiss.
Salair’s tongue stroked fluidly inside. There was something he did that made her whole body quake with desire!
Blindly, Snow clutched his upper arms, seeking an anchor to the impossible sensations this man was evoking in her. Simply with his tongue.
Unbidden, in the back of her mind, she wondered what else he could do with such a skill? A blush rose to color her cheeks.
{So shy, my Soft cat?} He sent her the thought. The tips of his fingers skimmed under the fall of hair at the back of her neck. Over a spot so sensitive that she immediately reared up, arching against him.
She gasped for breath, at once recognizing another advantage to a Familiar's telepathic gift of sending thoughts out to others. It could be used