They were home. Gi had won the Run For the Gold, in spite of all her naysayers and detractors. Those pundits who worked for race magazines, wrote blogs or covered the big races for the networks had all changed their tunes, saying they’d always believed in the filly with a tattered past and the jockey with no prior race experience.

And they’d put both Gi and Molly through the wringer—running every test they could to try and prove that somehow they’d cheated. But they hadn’t. What they had done was defied the odds and the Albanian mob and taken the prize. The Albanians were none too happy about that and had begun rattling their sabers.

The increased threat had caused Killian to keep closer tabs on all of their she-cats, most especially his mate. They hadn’t gone for a long run without an escort in months. Carlyn had finally openly defied him, flinging her clothes at him, shifting in the blink of an eye, and charging through their French doors.

He bounded after her, but she’d been prepared and managed to snag a ride on a delivery truck that was headed for home and driving way too fast. All Killian could do was try and keep up as she sat on top of the truck, chuffing at him as he did so.

When the truck made a rolling stop before heading onto the highway, Carlyn hopped down and waited for Killian, whose anger rolled down the tether like a steam roller, threatening to knock her over.

Loping up to greet him, she brushed alongside his body, butting her head against his, tangling her tail with his and purring all the while. She nipped at his flank and then neatly jumped the fence back onto their farm. Growling his annoyance, Killian pursued her, none too happy with her game.

Carlyn bounded through the pastures, jumping fences and logs and even venturing into one of the cold tributaries that ran to one of the streams that rambled through their farm. Once he caught up with her, he could easily match her pace and fell in beside her, letting her take the lead.

She galloped along the water’s edge, finally coming to an enormous boulder that had been split by lightning and then weathered to a wide, flat surface. Carlyn bade her great cat to retreat and as the swirling mist enveloped her, she reverted to her human form. Killian had been quicker and was now standing looking at her, his hard cock jutting up and away from his body and almost reaching his belly button.

“You are the most misbehaved she-cat that ever lived.”

“Ever? You can’t possibly know that. I’m quite sure there were some prehistoric she-cats that were much worse behaved than me.”

“Perhaps, but then I was never mated to them. I ought to stripe your backside,” he snarled, allowing his annoyance with her to travel down the link.

“You might should do so, but you’re not going to.”

“You think not?” he growled, reaching out to grasp her arm and pull her into his embrace.

He wrapped his arms around her trapping her back to his front so that his cock was nestled in the cleft of her ass.

Carlyn took hold of his hand and dragged it down to her fevered sex. She could hear him scent the air, gathering the telltale signs of her arousal, and could feel the emotion roiling down the tether between them change from anger to lust. His hand slipped between her legs, finding her engorged clit, teasing and pleasing it.

“Yes,” she purred.

She leaned back against him, softening her body, inviting him to use her as he wanted and giving him easier access to do so. She felt herself go weak in the knees, just the way she always did. It wasn’t the cool breeze of the evening that raised goosebumps along her flesh and pebbled her nipples. No, the force of nature that was responsible for that was the man whose cock was getting a bit insistent about where it wanted to go.

Killian groaned as his cock throbbed against her as arousal surged through her system in harmonic rhythm to his need. She’d never known any man that could so light her up the way he did. It didn’t matter if it was some hard, fast, primitive fucking or a long, slow lovemaking session where she screamed his name repeatedly while he tried to see how many times he could make her come before he relented and came himself.

They’d fucked first thing this morning—a wild, primitive coupling that had been overwhelming in its intensity. Standing here like this, wrapped in his arms, she was far more focused on what her own body was experiencing. Killian made synapses and nerve endings fire in ways that only he could. She shivered within his embrace.

“Cold, mo cara?”

“No, my alpha. Hot. Very, very hot.”

“Let me feel,” he said stroking down from her clit to her pussy to find she was incredibly wet.

Killian scooped her up in his arms and took her to the split rock, laying her down as if she was some kind of ancient fertility goddess that he was about to have his way with. He took her thighs in his strong hands and hooked her knees over his elbows, spreading her wide.

“We’ll see how wet you are,” he rumbled low and seductively.

Stepping up, he pushed into her in a single pass, making her body arch as she cried out his name. It no longer concerned her that someone might hear or see them. Their clan had become accustomed to the way the alpha and his lady interacted and how often Killian had her with little care as to whether he had ensured their privacy.

She grasped at his forearms as he held her still and began surging in and out of her in short, harsh strokes at first and then in longer and more primal ones. Her lover was in full-on predator mode, and all Carlyn could do was writhe in his embrace. She felt the telltale nubs rise along his length as he thrust in before pulling back and allowing the barbs to drag furrows in her inner walls as they wrapped around him, trying to hold him inside.

He pounded into her relentlessly, driving her towards another orgasm that left her trembling, with no ability to do anything other than respond. Killian hesitated for a moment before he began stroking her again. Her pussy ached and needed in equal measure. It was too dark to really see, but she knew the ease with which he glided in and out of her meant she had more than enough lubrication for him.

Killian lowered his hand, allowing it to separate her butt cheeks as he tapped against her dark rosette. Carlyn’s eyes went wide, and her pupils dilated further as he pulled all the way out, plunged his fingers into her to gather her honey and then shoved himself back in, fucking her with a slow, deliberate pace as he used his well lubricated fingers to tease her bottom hole.

Carlyn refused to believe she found the thought of anal sex anything but repulsive, but they both knew that wasn’t the truth. When he chose to take her there, she always came hard and then wanted more. Her clit was throbbing, and her pussy was taking all he had to give so when he began playing with her ass, she just purred, squeaking when he slipped his finger into her dark entrance.

This was a first and she cried out as she came. Having him use her bottom hole as he plowed her pussy was too much and she began to squirm.

“No, mate. You are mine. Your body is mine to enjoy and pleasure whenever, wherever, and however I please.”

“Killian, please.”

“You damn well are going to please me after pulling that little stunt. I ought to stripe your behind before I toss you over my shoulder and parade you through the house with my cum still trickling down the inside of your thighs.”

She wanted to say something but her ability to speak coherently had deserted her. His cock was swelling and beginning to twitch, a telltale sign that he was close. It was easy to tell he was enjoying the way her pussy spasmed along his cock as her tight ass gripped his finger.

Killian closed his eyes and groaned in pure hedonistic animal pleasure. He enjoyed his dominance almost as much as he enjoyed making her submit to him. Carlyn was lost in a carnal haze, too far gone from the orgasms and feelings—both emotional and physical—that they evoked.

He continued to finger her bottom hole as he slammed into her repeatedly before finally driving to the very end of her channel, releasing his seed into her well-fucked pussy. When he was done, he left her just lying on the rock, reveling in what he could do to her with so little effort as he went to the stream and washed his hands.

Carlyn sat up, resting on her elbows. She knew better than to move her body position. If and when he was done with her, he’d let her know.

Yes, it was most definitely good to be mate to the alpha.