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I
had never failed to get my mark.
Until now.
Shit.
I
shoved a hand through my hair. This was not going to look good on my record.
Obviously, I couldn't kill Bob and keep my perfect record. And I couldn't let
anyone else kill him either. It was the rest of it I wasn't sure about.
"You're here."
I
blinked down at Bob in surprise. One, I was shocked that he remembered me. I
thought I had blended in pretty well. Most people didn't remember me even when
I was stupid enough to sit across from them and drink coffee.
I
hadn't been able to resist after getting my first smell of my mate.
And two, I was shocked—and a bit intrigued...and maybe confused—that he seemed
so happy to see me. If the smile crossing his plump little lips was anything
to go by, he was practically ecstatic.
"I didn't think you'd come," Bob said.
He was expecting me?
"I'm here," I said because Bob seemed to waiting for me to say something.
My eyebrows rose when Bob reached for me.
Was I ready for this? I knew if I touched him, I would claim him and it would
be the end of my life as I knew it. I would no longer have just myself to
worry about. There would be someone else more important than me.
While most panthers didn't form familial bonds, those that found their mates
did, and those bonds remained unbroken even in death. Once a mate was claimed,
no other would do. Bob would become everything to me and I would protect him
with my life.
"Please?" he whispered as he held out his arms.
Oh hell.
I stretched out beside Bob, pulling the man
beneath me.
"You smell fucking fantastic, baby," I
murmured as I rubbed my nose against the warm skin along Bob's throat. "Right
here, you smell like heaven."
"N–No one's ever thought of me as heaven
before," Bob whispered.
"I do." I started alternating between sniffing
Bob's skin and licking it. Bob tasted as good as he smelled. I really did want
to eat the little man up. I wanted to start at the top and lick my way down to
the bottom.
And then maybe lick my way back up.
I gently edged Bob down onto his back and
started pulling his cotton shirt up his stomach. I wanted more skin. When
Bob's shirt was up around his armpits, I moved from the man's neck to his
chest. I latched my lips onto one of Bob's dark-hued nipples.
The cry that fell from Bob's lips made my cock
rock hard. Had anything ever sounded so erotic? I needed more skin.
"Arms up, baby," I said as I tugged the shirt
up. I definitely needed more skin, preferably naked skin from head to toe.
Once Bob lifted his arms, I whipped the shirt off over his head and tossed it
on the floor.
I started to reach for the hem of Bob's pajama
bottoms when I noticed the lower lip caught between the man's pearly white
teeth. I instantly stopped what I was doing and cupped the side of Bob's pale
face.
"Bob, you're okay with this, aren't you?" I
asked. My arousal took a nosedive at the nervousness displayed on Bob's face.
"I'm afraid."
My eyebrows rose quickly. "of me?"
"No, of not being good enough." The pale skin
quickly flushed.
"Bob, this isn't a contest. Just do what comes
naturally."
Moving over to stand next to the side of the
bed, I grabbed the legs of Bob's pajama pants and pulled them down his legs.
For a man that was so damn short, he had some damn long legs. I could just
imagine them wrapped around my waist as I pounded into the man.
Damn!
I could feel Bob watching me as I stripped my
clothes off. I slowed down, taking my time. I was horny as hell and just
wanted to get to the claiming part of things, but knowing Bob was watching me
made me want to put on a little show for him. I knew I was good physical
shape, but approval from my mate meant the world to me.
Once I was naked—and Bob was panting from
watching me—I climbed up on the end of the bed between Bob's legs. I stroked
my hand down one of Bob's legs, awed at how smooth it was. The smooth skin
covering Bob's cock and balls was a work of art.
I pushed myself up Bob's body until I reached
the hard cock jutting out from Bob's shaved groin. I grabbed Bob's thighs and
pushed them up so I could get a better angle then made one long lick with my
tongue from Bob's perineum to the top of his cock.
"Oh, oh...!" Bob shouted as he thrust his hips
into the air.
The man really did taste fantastic. I could
lick Bob all day long and be a very happy panther. I used my tongue to bathe
Bob's body, moving back and forth between his ass and his cock.
After a few moments, I licked my fingers then
started applying pressure, slowly inserting them into Bob's ass, one at a
time. By the time Bob was humping into the air, his head thrashing about on
the bed, I was about ready to explode.
I couldn't for the life of me understand how
Bob was single. He was the most responsive man I had ever met. I knew exactly
when I hit a sensitive spot and when I didn't. Bob's cries and moans, and the
shivers that racked his body, told me everything.
Bob was a dream.
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