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  When she reached his balls she sucked the tender flesh right below the base. Drawing the skin between her thinned lips, she teased him with her tongue.

  “Nice,” he muttered, knotting his hand in her hair.

  “Nice is all I get?” she asked, rising to the crest.

  He didn’t look at her then. Instead he focused on her bottom.

  “Do you want to fuck my ass again, Leon?” she asked, looping her tongue around his cockhead.

  “I will fuck your sexy tush again. Count on it.”

  “Mmmhmm,” she whispered, sucking his cock to her throat.

  She’d just started to hum against his shaft when he swatted her rump with four solid strikes. She released him and cried out. The surprising burn impaired her and she stopped short of giving him head, stilled by the hard swat he’d delivered.

  “You don’t really like spankings, do you, lover?”

  She nuzzled his tip and whispered, “You’d be surprised if I told you what I like.”

  He rubbed her globes, massaging her until she longed to fuck him, yearned to have him stroking her as he spanked her.

  “What if I told you I’d give you whatever you want if you suck me off right now?”

  She shivered.

  “You don’t like it when a man tells you what he wants?”

  “Yes.”

  He pinched her nipple. It wasn’t a taunting gesture. Oh no, he wanted her to whimper in pain, and she could easily detect how much he enjoyed it when she squealed out in response.

  Leon spanked her again. His flattened hand popped against her buttocks.

  Her body shook violently then. The white-hot sensations zipped through her cunt, and the same sensations spun through her body once again.

  “I could fuck you in front of a crowd. Would you like that, Ariela?”

  “Yes”

  He pinched the other nipple, twisting the point until tears fell from her eyes. A gentle smile formed on his lips. “You would be a real pleasure to train, Ariela.”

  “Train?” She balked at that. “I’m not an animal, Leon.”

  “You aren’t?” He laughed. “Remember who you’re talking to, Ariela. Remember what I’ve seen and what I know to be true. You are as much a beast as you are human. You’re as much lioness as you are a woman, and I plan to show you how to live as one and the same, regardless of your form.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Suck. Me. Off.” His voice was firm. His eyes went cold. “We have a lifetime to explore together, and we’ll take baby steps toward our future together.”

  She swallowed hard, and decided she liked this hardened man far more than the one who seemed so willing to please her, so eager to perform out of lust more than duty. She dragged her sealed lips over his cockhead, moistening her mouth in his pre-cum.

  Another spanking commenced. This time there was no end in sight as he spanked the hell out of her, slapping her globes until they didn’t just sting. They throbbed and burned.

  Her tears stung her eyes and she opened her mouth to speak. She placed her hand on his leg and tried to sit upright.

  To her surprise and inexplicable pleasure, he grabbed her hands and jerked her arms behind her back. Holding her wrists then, he growled aloud as he pushed his groin to her face.

  “Give me head, princess,” he rasped, thrusting against her lips. “Then one day soon, you and I will talk about Domination and submission. When your other mates join us, you’ll be thoroughly trained for their pleasure as much as your own.”

  She smiled against the hooded shape of his cock. “I knew there was something about you that was different.”

  “And you love it.”

  “You’re right,” she whispered, caressing his dick with her flattened tongue. “I’ve never seen anything sexier.”

  “You just wait, Ariela. I’ll show you a whole new world that will not only bring you pleasure, but will also empower you in a way you never thought possible.”

  “Empower me…or you?”

  “Both of us,” he whispered, resignation in his voice. “But first you need to show me what you can do with that mouth. And, if you’re good, I’ll fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before. And that’s a promise.”

  * * * *

  It was a promise Leon fully intended to keep.

  Leon was disappointed when his stamina was shot to hell after she bobbed over his cock about six or seven times. He lost his load straight down her throat as soon as she tightened her cheeks and fluttered her tongue across the crest, humming like a woman who was singing a song and hitting the high notes.

  He humped her face, releasing her wrists so he could flatten his hands against the floor and go for her throat without much of a problem. His cum shot through his slit and he growled aloud, holding her head to his crotch as she breathed through her nose and sucked him dry, pulsing against his shaft until he was depleted and spent.

  While her head was still in his lap, he dragged his finger down the seam of her ass, finding that puckered hole he enjoyed breaching. He twirled his finger inside her passage, pushing the pad right inside her rim. “I’ll take you here whenever I want you, Ariela. Whenever I want and regardless of who is standing by and watching.”

  “I know,” she whispered, nuzzling his leg. Her lips were slightly discolored with the salty film of his release, and he rubbed them with his thumb, admiring the sensual creature sprawled across his lap.

  Brushing a strand of hair away from her cheek, he backed away from the wall and turned to face the mirror. His cock nestled between his legs and she eyed his flaccid member.

  “Don’t worry. As soon as we get this position pat, you’ll be well compensated.”

  “I’m not concerned, Leon.”

  “Sit on my lap,” he said, extending his legs and leaning back.

  As he watched her straddle him, his cock found new life. She faced the mirror and stared back at him, acting as if she fully expected him to use her body as an instrument of sex, all for his pleasure.

  Ariela’s body wasn’t just a wonderland—it was heaven and hell. A man could find redemption in a woman like Ariela. He could find peace and love, joy and acceptance. He could also find himself up against trials and tribulations like no other. He’d sell his soul to have her, bargain with God or an enemy to keep her.

  He was already in love with her long before he met her again in the desert, and her effect on him was impossible to deny. Still, he wanted to own her love, earn and keep it, cherish and guard it. And the only way to do that was to instill in her such a profound need for him that even Jagger couldn’t erase it.

  “Bend your legs back,” he said, bracketing his arm around her middle. “Let me do all the work.”

  She studied the mirror and he lowered her body over his. His cock impaled her hole, and her lovely eyes widened.

  “This is uncomfortable.”

  “You’re fine, darling.” He winked, reached around her waist and toyed with her clit, applying pressure against the hard bud while pushing inside her with one even thrust.

  Her hole pulsed around him. “Oh God, Leon!”

  “Not so fast,” he crooned, kissing her shoulder. “Just let me guide you.”

  “Fuck that,” she rasped, squeezing her eyes shut and making an assortment of peculiar faces as he screwed his cock tighter and tighter inside her passage. His fingers thrummed against her clit and she came apart then, throwing her body forward and flattening her palms against the glass.

  He fucked her ass then as if he’d taken her pussy, hammering inside her until his cock was trapped, literally barricaded by clenching muscles and tightening tissues.

  “Ah fuck,” he crooned, jerking once then jolting forward. God help him, he was unwilling to slow down or pull out. He couldn’t stop once the clench of her bottom left him fighting for space.

  “Good damn, woman. You have a chokehold on my cock.”

  “Keep fucking me
,” she whispered, her short breaths falling out in spurts.

  He went for her clit again and hit his mark right in time. Her heat seeped from her pussy, and her hole clamped down on his shaft. He pulled her tighter against his chest, holding her steady as he drove for incomparable pleasure, bottoming out deep inside her ass.

  His hot release was never-ending. His cum shot through his cock like a bullet in search of a target but kept spurting from him like a free-flowing stream.

  “Ah God, Ariela!” He mashed his forehead against her back. This was the mating he’d heard about. This was the kind of joining only shifters enjoyed.

  This day marked the point in time when Ariela not only became his, but she would walk away from this event knowing damn good and well who had been inside her. She would walk away with an endearing reminder.

  One day soon he would make love to her and his seed would impregnate her. Ariela would eventually mother his child.

  * * * *

  “What the ever-loving hell do you think you’re doing?” Jagger slammed the laptop closed and glared at Melinda.

  She bolted to an upright attention, swinging her legs away from his desk and a pile of paperwork where she’d rested her feet. “Shouldn’t you be picking up the phone and asking Ariela the same?”

  “My wife is none of your business.”

  “Your wife?” Melinda snorted at that. “Don’t you mean your mate, Jagger?”

  Jagger swallowed the bile rising in his throat. What had Melinda heard? What had she seen? He swallowed again. It was pretty clear what she’d seen.

  “And to answer all those questions zipping through your pounding head, the answers are yes—to each and every one.” She released a wicked laugh and loosened the top two buttons on her maroon blouse. “I almost sound like Ariela. Don’t you think so, Jagger? Yes to this. Yes to that.” She flipped her hair and moaned, “Yes! Oh God! Yes! Throw it to me harder, baby. Hmmm…yes!” She fluttered her eyelashes. “Sound familiar?”

  Hell’s fury wasn’t nearly as damning as Jagger’s rage, but as Melinda seemingly started the long and agonizing process of dismantling her clothing, Jagger could see where this was heading.

  “She’s cheating on you,” Melinda told him, acting as if she were the carrier of disheartening news. “I always knew you were too good for her. Now I know why. She isn’t like you, Jagger. She isn’t human.” She took a step forward and cupped his cheek.

  Jagger knocked away her hand. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “I saw her with my own eyes!”

  “No, you saw an illusion, Melinda—an illusion that we plan to use in one of our forthcoming acts, when we introduce the lions at Rise to Power: Search for Pride.”

  “Do you really think I’m that stupid?” Melinda blinked. “Don’t answer that. I know you think you can feed me any damn line of cockamamie bullshit and I’ll buy it.” She clucked. “This time, Jagger, you’ve reached an all-time low if you think I’m that naïve. Your wife is a beast, a damn lioness. She’s a shape-shifter.”

  Jagger snorted at that. “A shifter?”

  “Come on, Jagger. You’ve heard of the prides here in the desert. We humans know all about them. It’s as commonplace as hearing about UFOs, yet we don’t all rush out and try to track down the aliens aboard them.”

  “Now you’re saying Ariela is an alien?”

  Melinda winked. “Oh you’re good, babe. Really good.”

  “I don’t have time for this,” Jagger said, sweeping his laptop into his briefcase.

  Melinda slapped her hand against the top of the leather case. “Make time, boss. In fact, phone up Ariela and her sidekick. They’re gonna want to hear what I want to say.”

  Jagger paced the room, trying to rein in his temper. When he couldn’t easily achieve the calm he sought, he wheeled around and stalked her, pursuing her as she backed against the wall. What did she plan to do with the information she had gained?

  Fear and seduction blended in her expression. Her eyes harbored the uncertainty and her lips curved in a provocative smile, one that led him to believe she had every intention of using what she’d seen to seduce him into an illicit barter, one she wouldn’t think twice about throwing down on the table, perhaps one or two nights with him in exchange for her sealed lips.

  God help him. He wanted to punch a certain lion right then. What the hell had Leon been thinking? Where was the lion-wizard’s intuition when he needed it? Had he been so involved with fucking Ariela that he hadn’t noticed an audience? Didn’t he know Jagger wasn’t the one seated on the front row?

  Melinda thrust her arm forward, waving her cell phone in his face. Sounds of sex resounded as she clicked the volume. Jagger’s eyes widened at the image.

  “So here’s where you tell me that the new exhibition you’re planning for the casino’s expansion includes a show for extreme lifestyles, right?”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, trying not to gape at the unfolding scene. Leon was spanking Ariela as if he meant to leave blisters and scars. Sure, she would heal rapidly—one of the advantages of being a lion-shifter—but the current proof was the problem.

  Leon had spanked the hell out of her ass and she apparently liked it. Otherwise she wouldn’t have a rosy red bottom!

  “Does she let you spank her like that, Jagger?”

  He gulped.

  “I didn’t think so.” Melinda took a deep breath. “Are you still trying to sell me on the fact that Leon—that’s the guy’s name in case you didn’t know—and Ariela are practicing for some sort of future act at the new show?”

  Jagger sneered. “I don’t have to sell you on anything, Melinda. This is my casino. The new expansion will be paid for by my profits. And whatever we include in that show is my business.”

  “And it has to be voted upon by the Board of Directors.”

  “Ah lover,” Jagger drawled sarcastically. “How easily we’ve pulled the wool over your eyes.” He frowned. “If you believe I have to run anything by the board, you’re dumber than you look, Melinda.”

  “Don’t insult me, Jagger. I’m a lot of things, but stupid isn’t one of them. The video you see here? I have every last groan, grunt, and stroke right here on tape. I’ve sent it to my email and a couple of trusted friends.”

  “Then why don’t you tell me what it is you want, Melinda?”

  “What I’ve always wanted—you.” She patted his cheek then and he didn’t so much as flinch. “And Jagger, this is one time when I think you’ll give me what I want. If you don’t, Ariela will.” She thrust her phone forward again. “Now call her!”

  Chapter Ten

  Ariela flipped over on her stomach and reached for the phone next to the sofa. Checking the caller ID, she looked up at Leon. “Something is wrong. It’s Melinda from the office.”

  “Maybe she’s looking for Jagger?”

  “She has his private number. And that bitch never dials a phone I might answer.”

  Ariela picked up the receiver but Leon snatched the phone away from her. “Hello. May I help you?”

  “You must be the one with the strong arms, great ass, and noticeable abs.”

  “I’m obviously at a disadvantage here. You know me, but I don’t know you.”

  Ariela rolled her eyes.

  “Who is this?”

  “Melinda from Jagger’s office.” She laughed. “I’m sure he hasn’t mentioned me. Ariela is—well, how should I put this—jealous?”

  Ariela hissed and leapt for the phone but Leon kept her at bay, mashing his forearm against her middle. Muting the call, he said, “She’s calling for a specific reason and we need to hear her out before you jump the gun and try to load the pistol without any ammunition.”

  Ariela stomped away, but immediately noticed the laptop on the coffee table. The camera was aimed at the floor. Oh no. Surely not. Didn’t Jagger lock his office when he was called away to the casino? Hadn
’t he stopped to think about the consequences if someone happened to enter his private quarters? “She’s calling to blackmail us!”

  Leon had unmuted the call about the time Ariela tossed out the accusation.

  “Blackmail is such a strong word, Ariela. Don’t you agree, Leon?”

  Clearly she’d watched enough to know Leon’s name.

  “What do you want, Melinda?”

  “Jagger is here. Why don’t I put him on the phone so he can tell you?”

  “I can guess,” Ariela said. “You want to sleep with my husband.”

  “Yes, dear, I want him to fuck me like he will never fuck another, and I want you to watch. Turnabout is only fair play. You know what I’m saying, Ariela?”

  “It’s never going to happen.”

  “Have it your way,” Melinda said, turning on the visual options and connecting to their phone the same way.

  Leon glared at the woman staring back at them.

  “You are a handsome fellow, Leon.” Melinda sneered. “And I gotta tell you, after watching the way you pounded Ariela’s ass, I’m tempted to throw in a little action for you—but you know what they say. The heart is often stingy with its love, and what the heart wants can never be traded for what the body truly needs.”

  “Jagger won’t fuck you,” Ariela deadpanned.

  “He won’t?” She hit a button and a few seconds later, an instant replay showed Leon and Ariela fucking like rabbits, going at one another as if they were military honeymooners with less than an hour to consummate their marriage.

  “I told her you were practicing for the new act at the casino,” Jagger said, meaningfully.

  “I never took Jagger for the open marriage kind of guy.”

  “Cut to the chase, Melinda. What do you want?”

  “I told you. I want to fuck your husband, and I want you to watch.”

  “Sure thing,” Ariela said flippantly, knowing good and well she wouldn’t be able to watch Jagger and Melinda together. The pain would cut too deep. “And assuming we might allow this sort of fiasco to take place, what is it that you plan to give us in return?”