Mating Call, Book 2

The English winter weather has no chance of cooling Kim down when her dreams of Erik return, and this time they’re hotter than ever! Having spent the past two years waiting to be in heat again so she can mate with her black panther shape-shifter lover, Erik Blackwell, Kim is excited about the prospect that she’s ready at last. But there’s one thing that she isn’t ready for...

The handsome white tiger shape-shifter that walks into their visions and then into their life, proclaiming himself to be her potential mate too!

Torn between two lovers and unable to stop herself from joining in the carnal pleasures in their visions, will Kim be able to resist the lure of Kristian in real life? Will Erik believe everything that happens or will he see past the lies to the truth and fight for the woman he loves?

“I'll see you then,” she said and waited for her sister to say goodbye before she closed her phone.

“See who when?” a deep male voice said and she jumped, swiftly rolling over onto her side to face the owner of it.

She smiled at Erik as he leaned in the doorway, arms folded across his chest. He looked so damn good in his black roll-neck jumper and jeans. She didn't want to speak, she just wanted to lure him over and slowly unwrap him as though he was her Christmas present.

“Sherry, on Christmas Eve, so please tell Sean I want best behaviour from him.” She sat up and then placed her hands behind her and leaned back.

Her head tilted to one side as her smile turned seductive.

“It's cold in this room.” She looked down at her thin t-shirt, drawing his attention to her hardening nipples.

“You need something to warm you up,” he purred back at her, his voice husky with the desire she could see in his eyes and feel in him.

“Why don't you do just that?” she said, leaning back a little more to entice him into coming over to her.

A smile teased his lips.

“What about Sean?” he said.

She frowned. “No offence to him, but he's not my type and I'd rather it was just us.”

He laughed and pushed away from the doorframe. She jumped when he kicked the door closed and it slammed. He turned the key in the lock.

“I'd rather it was just us too.”

She caught the real meaning behind those words. He wasn't talking about Sean now. He was talking about the man in their visions. He hadn't appeared since the one she'd had while sleeping by the fire, but each time she went to bed, she felt anxious, wondering whether he'd return to them that night. She didn't want to see him again, but she was curious about who he was and she wanted to see his face. All those dreams she'd had without seeing Erik's face had driven her crazy. Would this be the same? Wouldn't she see his face until she met him in real life?

Erik had told her that it was unusual. Normally you could see the face of your intended in the visions before you'd met.

She raked her eyes up him as he stopped beside her at the foot of the bed. The black jeans did nothing to hide the shape of his powerful legs and her gaze lingered on his crotch for a moment, her heart thumping hard against her chest as she took in the outline of his cock. She forced her eyes to keep moving, and they wandered upwards to his stomach and chest. The jumper was tight enough that it emphasised his build, showing how well toned he was beneath his clothes. She knew firsthand just how good his body was. It was divine, a beautiful landscape that she loved to spend quiet hours exploring.

She shuffled forwards on the bed and parted her legs so she could get closer to him by allowing him to stand between her knees. Her stomach hummed with anticipation as she edged her hands towards him. Her fingers settled on his hips and she slowly slid them up and under the hem of his jumper. He stood motionless and she could feel his gaze boring into her, his attention overwhelming as he focused wholly on her.

Her fingers touched bare skin. It was warm and soft, but hard at the same time, and the silken feel of it made her want to purr as her fingers traced the contours of his sides. She moved her hands towards each other, trailing them over his abdomen, and when he tensed his muscles, she released the moan she'd been holding at bay since her fingers had begun their exploration of him.

Slowly lifting the hem of his jumper, she pushed the black t-shirt he wore underneath up with it and half-closed her eyes when she finally revealed his stomach. She'd never grow bored of touching him and mapping each valley and peak of his body. Her eyes closed fully as she brushed her lips across his skin, creating a path of soft kisses as she moved across to his navel and over to the other side of his stomach. He smelt warm and enticing, but comforting at the same time.

He sighed and she could almost picture him standing before her with his eyes closed, head tilted back slightly as he basked in her kisses and love, and restrained himself. This had to be slow. Slow was what they needed right now.

His fingers closed over her shoulders, applying gentle pressure as he held her as though she was an anchor to this world. She smiled and pushed his jumper up further. Her eyes widened when he moved backwards and pulled his jumper and t-shirt off over his head at the same time. She watched the muscles of his torso tense and relax as he moved, his arms raised above his head. A pulse of desire made her pussy throb and she tensed her own muscles, making the most of the arousal he'd stirred by something as simple as revealing his body to her.

His arm lowered and he dropped his tops to the floor. She faux purred at the sight of him, standing before her, waiting almost, ready for anything. Ready for her.

Her stomach heated and tightened, her belly aching with her hunger for him. He looked stunning standing there, muscles visible even though he wasn't tensing them, a monument to power and strength. The thought of all that strength being used on her made her weak. She wanted to feel his power.

But tonight was a time for taking things slow. They both needed to reaffirm their feelings for each other. They needed to strengthen their growing bond and this was the best way to.

She held her breath when he moved towards her, leaning over her. His fingers caught the bottom of her top and lifted it. She obeyed his command, raising her hands above her head and letting him remove her t-shirt. He dropped it to the floor with his own. The cooler air made goose bumps sweep over her skin but they were chased away by fire as Erik's hands ghosted up her sides towards her breasts. She swallowed and closed her eyes, falling back into the bed and sighing out the breath she'd been holding.

Her back arched off the bed as his hands cupped her breasts, thumbs teasing her nipples through the lacy material of her bra. She bit her lower lip, pressing her breasts up into his palms and silently begging for more. His touch was electric, always fire and lightning, making her body burn with desire.

She gasped as his hands slid downwards, fingers pressing in as they travelled over her stomach. A smile wound its way across her lips when began to undo her jeans. God, she could just lay here and let him do as he pleased with her, be a slave to his desires. She was sure it would feel as intense as she'd imagined it would.

He tugged her jeans off her legs and pulled her towards the edge of the bed. She frowned when nothing happened for a few seconds and then sighed when his body pressed against hers, covering it. His skin was warm against hers, his body hard. He nestled between her thighs, his crotch pressing into hers, and she realised that he'd removed his jeans.

Opening her eyes, she smiled into his and lured him down for a kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck as his lips met hers and they began their dance. It was slow this time, intense with feeling and unspoken words. Sometimes they didn't need to speak. They knew each other so well now that things had begun to transcend words.

His mouth left hers and he kissed down towards her neck, teeth teasing her at the same time as fingers tortured her right nipple. She mewled, begging him to touch her properly. She wanted to be naked, needed to be skin on skin with him.

He seemed to hear her silent plea because he pushed himself up off her and caught hold of her wrist. He pulled her up into a sitting position and knelt before her. She studied his face as he unhooked her bra and peeled it off her at a painfully slow pace. The minute changes in his expression were beautiful, reflecting every feeling he had for her and how much he needed her.

She closed her eyes again when he dipped his head, his lips wrapping around one of her nipples while his thumb brushed over the other. They both hardened instantly, sending throbs and waves of desire and pleasure down to her belly. She tensed her thighs, loving the slippery sensation in her pussy and the way her clit pulsed.

His fingers crept into the waist of her lacy shorts and she lay back and raised her backside off the bed to assist him as he removed them. She waited when he pulled them off over her feet, not wanting to open her eyes to see what he was doing. The anticipation only heightened her every feeling, making her whole body hum as she tried to sense what he was doing and where he was. A tiny gasp escaped her as fingers swept over her thighs, a touch so light it left her wondering if she'd imagined it. She focused, waiting for it to happen again. Fire trailed across her abdomen just above her hip and then he ran his fingers downwards, setting her whole body aflame with desire.

She felt light as his hands dipped inwards, harder now as they headed towards her pussy. They spread her legs, exposing her. She wanted to lift her legs onto the bed and look at him, watch him, but she remained still and squeezed her eyes shut even harder until her other senses heightened to compensate.

Something brushed across her curly hair, sending a spark shooting through her, and she tensed for a split second. His touch left her and she almost mewled to get it back, but he didn't steal away the pleasure of his hands on her for long. The next thing she knew, he'd nudged her knees further apart and was sliding one lone finger down the length of her pussy.

She groaned this time.

It was joined by her body arching off the bed when he parted her and ran his tongue over her clit. She tried to move closer, wanting more pressure, but he held her down, forcing her to stay where she was and endure this light caress of his tongue over her pussy. It was maddening, driving her out of her mind with a need for more, an urgent desire to feel him inside of her.

A shudder ran up her spine when he flicked her pert nub with the tip of his tongue and then laved it slowly, torturing her. She curled her fingers up until her hands were tight fists above her head and moaned out her encouragement to the ceiling.

Tensing her muscles, her mouth fell open as it made everything so much more intense. Every stroke of his tongue, each flick of her clit, made tingles spread over her like a warming blanket and made her stomach tighten. She brought her feet up and struggled to get a foothold on the edge of the bed. When she did, she raised her backside up, giving him easier access to her. He took full advantage of her move, sliding his tongue lower and thrusting it into her slick channel. She moaned, her clit aching as he sucked on her opening. The idea that he wanted to taste her so badly that he couldn't wait for her to cum made a new flood of arousal leave her. He groaned and it vibrated against her pussy, making her throb with need.

Before she could beg him to keep going so she could find some sweet release, he'd licked back up to her nub and was sliding two fingers deep into her core. She clenched them, loving the feeling of them inside her and wishing it was his cock. He began thrusting, slow and long into her, bringing her closer and closer to the edge until she was moaning with each thrust.

It was too much.

Just as she was about to fall into bliss, he pulled his fingers out of her and stole her breath away before she could speak.

He ran the head of his cock up and down her pussy, rubbing it against her clit. She raised her backside higher, desperate to encourage him to do what she needed. She needed him, needed to get as close to him as he could, wanted to feel him filling her with his seed. She didn’t care anymore about going slow and it seemed he didn’t either. The look in his eyes said he wanted her and he was going to have her.