Instinctive by Cathryn Fox Page A

something. His eyes widened when he caught a glimpse of her birthmark. “Jaclyn,” he whispered, his voice edgy, raspy, and very, very shaky.

    “What?” she asked.
    She hadn’t expected to see such tenderness in his gaze when he looked up at her. “You have the mark of fire.”
    Jaclyn glanced between her legs. Her pale café au lait birthmark now flamed red. She touched it. “I think I might be allergic to something,” she said breathlessly. “It’s been inflamed ever since I arrived in town.”
    His fingers dug into her thighs. With a tone that was both rough and emotional, he murmured, “Jesus, Jaclyn, you really don’t know, do you?”
    With no idea what he meant, and not wanting her allergic reactions to spoil her night, she gripped his head and guided it back to her sex. “I know that I want you to make me come again.”
     
    And make her come again he would.
    Fiery birthmark temporarily forgotten, he turned his attention to fucking her. Which he planned on doing today, tomorrow, forever. Because everything from the way she aroused and stimulated his panther, to the taste and scent between her legs, and the mark of fire on her thigh confirmed that she was indeed his mate.
    With a flash of possessiveness, he climbed up her body and pressed his mouth to hers, seeking more than just a physical connection. After a deep, heated kiss, he worked a path down her body. His hands tugged on her dress, ripping it from her skin like he was a wild animal in heat. He kissed her breasts, sucked on her pert pink nipples, and then positioned himself between her legs.

    He wanted to slow down, but he couldn’t think; he could only feel. And this was the most important moment of his life.
    His eyes met hers as his cock probed her slick opening, his actions completely consumed by lust. As he pushed his thickness into her, she easily opened up for him, welcoming every inch of him into her body. Her warmth and heat closed around him, completing his soul in ways that he never thought possible, and empowering every inch of his body, the way only a true mate could.
    After he fully entered her, a burst of energy swirled around them, explosive, powerful, all consuming. The look in her eyes told him she felt the powerful pull between them every bit as much as he did.
    She gripped his shoulders and held him to her as he pumped into her with fevered passion. Moisture sealed their bodies as they rocked together. Blood pounded through his veins so hard, he thought he’d black out, and when her liquid heat singed his cock, he knew he wouldn’t be able to last long.
    As though sensing his urgency, she whispered in an unsteady voice, “Come for me, Slyck.”
    Something about the way she said his name, so softly, so gently, immediately pulled him into a cocoon of need and desire and propelled them to a deeper level of intimacy. Tenderness stole over him when he sought out her mouth again. His hands crushed through her long silky hair as he pushed deeper and harder. In no time at all, he felt her muscles tighten again, and at that point he let his own orgasm take hold.
    He filled her with his seed, splashing every drop high up inside her as he surrendered to the pleasure. Her hands raked through
his hair, and she pulled his mouth to hers as she too rode out her climax.
    “Oh wow,” she whispered as he rolled beside her and pulled her in close.
    “Wow?” he teased.
    “Yeah, that was totally wow worthy,” she replied, her breath still ragged.
    When she rested her head on his chest, Slyck gathered the blankets and pulled them over her. He ran his fingers through her hair, thinking about how perfect sex was with her, about how perfect she was.
    Slivers of light seeped through the opening in his curtain and cast warm shadows across the bed as they lay there and basked in the afterglow of great sex—the greatest sex of his life, as a matter of fact.
    A long while later, in search of answers, he broke the comfortable silence.