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With a fierce growl Leon pushed against me, his teeth and tongue finding purchase against my skin. He groaned against my throat and licked at the bruises he was leaving with his teeth. I gasped, hips bucking against him. I pressed against a thick hardness in his front. I couldn’t help a gasp and a smirk. His pants couldn’t be comfortable. The thought thickened the arousal that lit my veins on fire.

Leon’s hands found my pants and pulled. He dragged them down my legs. They got caught for a second on my shoes, and then he was dragging those off too. My socks hung half off my feet. My panties were the only thing left on my body. The breeze ripped through again, chilling my skin as it burned up under Leon’s fingers. The heat coming off him was becoming unbearable. I gasped and bucked against it. I wanted more, but it burned. It burned like nothing else in this world. My entire body writhed in pleasure beneath Leon’s hands. He held me against the tree with his hips and legs, and used his hands and mouth to find the sweet spots on my body. I couldn’t believe he could hold me up. Even with his stature, I was still much broader than he was. He must have been incredibly strong to hold me up with only his legs.

“So beautiful,” murmured Leon. It was the first words he’d said the entire time. His fingers traced the pale lines of old stretch marks, his eyes swept my curves. His eyes grew even darker as he traced the arc of my hips. My body shuddered beneath his gaze.

“Leon,” I breathed in return. He grinned at me, feral and hungry, and he sucked on my neck. His hands curved around my hip before diving beneath my panties.

I shrieked. Whether in surprise or in pleasure, I wasn’t sure. His fingers pressed into the damp heat of my womanhood. His knuckles brushed against my entrance. Lightning danced across my body, racing through my veins. My toes curled reflexively, my entire body going rigid and then relaxed against his hands. Leon grinned against my throat.

Then my panties were off. Tugged hard and dragged down off my body. They tore on the way down, ripping against my leg. Then they were gone. And I was naked. The breeze was cold, but it no longer bothered me. What bothered me was the fact that Leon was still completely dressed, and I was naked in the woods. I tugged at his clothes, growling quietly. He blinked, and for a second I saw some of the single-minded arousal fade from his eyes.

Together, we tore off his clothes. His shirt and pants were easy enough, and when his boxers came off I couldn’t help but stare. Every inch of Leon’s golden skin was covered in muscle. Flexing, sweating muscle that rippled with his every move. And his impressive length bobbed between us, the head dark with pounding blood.

He smirked when he saw me staring, and just like that the lust overtook his eyes again. He shoved himself against my body. I was on fire. Heat pounded through every inch of my body. It came from his hands, his mouth, his eyes. It came from Leon himself, pouring off him in waves too hot to stay still. I gasped and writhed beneath him, squirming against the tree. I wanted more. I wanted to feel him completely, and I knew he wanted the same.

With surprising gentleness, Leon shifted my weight back against the tree. My legs were wrapped around his waist again, and I wound my arms around his shoulders. He pressed a passionate kiss to my mouth, and pressed two fingers inside my womanhood. I gasped at the sudden intrusion and at the quickness of his fingers. They curled and pressed deep inside me, brushing hot spots that sent flashes of white-hot hunger through my body. My toes curled again, my entire body shuddering as he touched me. He pressed in a third finger, and another kiss. And then I was empty, my body quivering with want.

I stared at him with hooded eyes, and a slow smile split my face. He looked back at me, his own eyes huge and black with lust. I nodded and, without another pause, Leon lined himself up and pushed inside me.

Leon’s gentleness ended there. He pressed deep inside me, growling around the curve of my neck. His thrusts pushed me hard against the tree and left the bark digging into the soft expanse of my skin. I gasped, head thrown back and neck exposed. My entire body vibrated. Heat pulsed through my veins. It lit my skin on fire over and over, the fire dying with each gust of wind only to be renewed anew when Leon thrust himself deep inside me. My fingers clenched on his shoulders. My nails dug hard into his skin. He growled, and I felt fur bristle along his shoulders. But he did not shift.

I bucked hard against him. My body screamed for more, but I didn’t know what else I could give it. Leon’s teeth dragged themselves across my exposed throat. He thrust deeper and deeper inside me. My hands scrambled for purchase, my body ached for release. His movements grew faster and more erratic. I screamed, again and again I screamed as he buried himself deep inside me.

He went faster and faster. My body bucked harder. We scrambled together, struggling to hold ourselves upright. My legs went weak. Stars exploded in my vision. My body, pressed so tightly against his, found its release. I threw back my head and it slammed into the tree. I screamed myself hoarse as lightning coursed through my veins.

Leon found his own release as the heat overwhelmed me. My toes curled tightly. He pumped his hips over and over, forehead falling to my neck. In just a few seconds, it was over, and we slid to the ground, naked and spent.

CHAPTER FIVE

For a few minutes, we were both silent, and we bathed in the afterglow of our coupling. I curled into Leon’s side, content to use his warmth as a shield from the breeze, and he draped an arm around me, his entire body relaxed. I drifted, my entire body relaxed and content with pleasure and warmth.

“Leon?” I asked after a while.

He hummed against my throat and his eyes opened slowly. The black was gone, leaving them their usual  brightness, and they twinkled with amusement. “Yes?”

“Are you all right?”

And just like that, he laughed. It was a deep, scratchy thing that tickled my own throat and made me want to laugh along with him. He kissed my cheek and nuzzled deeper into my neck before he answered.

“I’m fine,” he said. “Sometimes during the mating seasons, shifters have… urges.” I raised an eyebrow. This was reminding me far too much of my health classes in high school. “And I often have a hard time controlling them.” He pressed another kiss to my throat, and I winced. He’d found one of the bruises he’d left. “Are you all right?” he echoed.

“Oh…” I said, rolling closer to him. I grinned. “… I am
fantastic.
” He snorted at my exuberant grin, and we both snickered. Our laughter shook us gently, and for a few minutes we did nothing but chuckle quietly into each other.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” I shook my head at his question. “Good.” A pause. With a shy smile, he said, “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For letting me find my release. I was growing irritable, and I worried I was forcing myself on you. But now I’m feeling much, much better.” I nodded and wriggled myself out of his arms. Standing, I set about looking for our clothes, which had gone missing throughout our activities. As I bent to pick up my jeans, I felt his eyes on me.

“What?” I asked over my shoulder.

“You’re beautiful,” he replied. I turned and found that he was sitting up, his legs crossed and one elbow propped up on his knee. He rested his chin in his hand, and his gaze followed me as I walked. A small smile rested on his face, quiet and content in its presence.

“Yeah?” My voice cracked a bit as I spoke. I wasn’t used to all this attention, and while I liked it, it was a little disconcerting at times.

“Yeah,” said Leon. “Your body is filled with dips and curves that are perfect for my hands. You hold warmth and beauty in the pale expanse of your skin. You are beautiful, fantastic.” He actually sighed. “I have never met a human woman who strikes me the way you do.”

I flushed red and felt the flush carry down most of my body. My shoulders, freckled as they were, went pink, and my ears turned bright red. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and wiggled into my panties. They were torn a bit at the side, but I didn’t care. “Um. T-thank you.” I cringed at my stuttering. That wasn’t like me. “So,” I said, changing the subject. Leon looked amused. “This mating thing, does it happen often?”

Leon stretched toward the sky and yawned, his sharp teeth flashing in the diluted light. The leaves ruffled around his thick hair as the breeze blew in. For a moment, he looked more lion than human, with a luxurious and voluminous mane and teeth capable of tearing through the thickest of hides. I leaned back against a nearby tree, watching him as he watched me.

“Yes,” he said. “Two or three times a year, usually.” He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck and standing up. “Actually, once I find a lioness that I prefer, we can mate up to forty times a day.” He shook his head, hair flying everywhere. “It’s quite exhausting, I tell you, but very, very worth it.”

My eyes went wide at the thought. Forty times a day? I didn’t know if I was capable of having sex that many times a day. I didn’t know if any human being was capable of having sex that many times a day. Being a shifter must have changed a person enough to allow them to do something like that. I felt a tight coil of heat curl in my stomach. The thought of being with him again and again, of finding heat and pleasure in his body over and over again, of pressing myself against his body until I couldn’t feel my legs… I suppressed a shudder, but felt myself flush once again. It sounded too good to be true. I wanted more of him. I wanted to taste him, to touch him, to map every inch of his body. And I wanted him to do the same to me.

“We should get going,” I said. My voice was hoarse, and it shook as I spoke. Leon raised an eyebrow at me and smirked. Though I was fairly certain he couldn’t read minds, I knew he could trace scents. I wondered what kind of scent I was giving off right now. By the looks of Leon, it was something good.

“Yes,” he said finally. “We should.” He stood, stretching luxuriously, and set about collecting his clothes. I knew I should have collected the rest of mine, but I couldn’t help but stop and stare at the man who stood before me. He moved with a grace that wasn’t human – and I knew it wasn’t, but that didn’t stop how incredible it was. His long body moved in perfect rhythm with itself. His muscles flexed at the slightest provocation. The golden expanse of his skin rippling as he bent to collect his clothes.

I stared. I stared and felt my body grow hot all over again. Ghostly touches of his hands haunted me as he moved. I remembered the way his hands had skimmed my body, the way his fingers had danced across my hips, the way his mouth and his lips had traced every inch of me before he’d finally thrust inside.

Leon looked back at me with hooded eyes, and I flushed more deeply. He slipped on his pants and tugged his shirt back on, but I noticed he only draped his jacket around his shoulders. Realizing I was still half naked, I quickly scrambled to find my shirt and bra. By the time I’d gotten those on, Leon had his shoes on and was holding mine out to me. I had to sit down on a nearby stump to put them on, and I could feel the heat of Leon’s gaze the entire time. I was tempted to ask him what he wanted, but I had a feeling I knew the answer. While it brought heat to my cheeks, I didn’t want to force him into something he didn’t want to do.

So we started walking again. We walked through the thick trees and underbrush of the forest. Trees so tall I couldn’t see the tops canopied our movements, and flashes of sunlight through the thick foliage brought forth the colors of the forest floor. Hundreds of flowers and bushes caught my eye as we walked along in silence. Large, yellow flowers with white centers, blue hanging flowers that shook like bells, bright pink flowers shaped like little pairs of lips, and dozens more. I ran my fingers across the tops of the bushes as we walked.

Leon was silent, but the entire time I could feel his gaze on my back. Every time I turned to touch a leaf or tree, every time I bent to sniff a flower, he was there. And the heat of his gaze was slowing driving me mad. I wanted to whip around and kiss him. I wanted to shove him to a tree as he had me, but I didn’t. I didn’t know how he’d react, or even if he was in full control of himself.

“Do you come out here often?” Leon’s voice jarred me from my pondering. His voice was lower than I was used to, but I remembered it from our earlier coupling. I bit my lip to control myself before I responded.

“Yes,” I said. “I like to draw here.” I gestured to the flowers and kept my gaze off Leon, just in case he decided to give me a look with his hooded gaze again. I wasn’t sure how long I could resist, especially with the heat pooling in my belly. “The trees and flowers, coupled with the differences in sunlight…” I trailed off and shrugged. “It’s beautiful, that’s pretty much it. And no matter where you go in the forest, it’s always difference. No tree, no flower, no river is the exact same.” As if to emphasize my point, I heard a river in the background as we turned to a slightly worn portion of the forest.