Page 24 of Purring for Her Lion (Harmony Glen #5)

In answer, she wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me forward, taking the first inch of me inside her. We both groan at the sensation.

“I’m sure,” she says, her eyes locked on mine. “I want this. I want you.”

I push forward slowly, giving her time to adjust to my size, watching her face carefully for any sign of discomfort. But she takes me beautifully, her body yielding to mine as if we were made for each other.

When I’m fully seated inside her, I pause, forehead pressed to hers, our breath mingling in the small space between us. She feels incredible—tight and hot and perfect around me.

“You okay?” I ask, my voice strained with the effort of keeping still.

She nods, her hands coming up to cup my face. “More than okay. Move, Roarke. Please.”

I start with slow, deep thrusts, each one drawing a soft sound from her throat. Her hands roam my back, my shoulders, tangling in my mane as she pulls me down for a kiss that’s all heat and need.

Gradually, I increase the pace, driven by her encouragement—the way she lifts her hips to meet each thrust, the breathy “yes” and “more” and “harder” that fall from her lips. I’m losing myself in her, in the feel of her around me, in the knowledge that she’s finally, truly mine.

“You feel so good,” I growl against her neck, nipping gently at the sensitive skin there. “So perfect for me.”

“For you,” she agrees, her voice breaking on a particularly deep thrust. “Only for you.”

The possessive satisfaction that courses through me at her words is almost overwhelming. I slide a hand between us, finding where we’re joined, circling her clit with my thumb. I want to feel her come around me, want to feel her pleasure from the inside.

She climaxes with a cry that I’m sure the neighbors could hear if we had any close by. Her inner walls clamp down on me, pulsing rhythmically, almost pulling my own release from me. But I’m not ready for this to end, not yet.

I slow my movements, letting her catch her breath as the aftershocks subside. She looks up at me with dazed eyes, a lazy smile spreading across her face.

“You’re using that smirk against me,” she accuses softly, tracing my lower lip with her finger. “You know I have no defense against it.”

I hadn’t realized I was smirking, but I don’t deny it. “Is it working?”

“You know it is,” she says, and then, with surprising strength, she pushes against my chest. “Let me show you something else that works.”

I allow her to guide me onto my back, curious to see what she has in mind. She straddles me, her thighs bracketing my hips, her hand wrapping around my cock to position it at her entrance. The sight of her above me, taking control, is more arousing than I could have imagined.

She sinks down on me slowly, her head falling back, a long, low moan escaping her as she takes me to the hilt. My hands find her hips, helping to support her as she begins to move.

“You’re beautiful,” I tell her, watching the play of emotions across her face as she rides me. “So beautiful.”

She finds a rhythm that works for both of us, rising and falling on my length with increasing confidence. My hands roam her body—cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples, sliding down to where we’re joined to circle her clit again.

“Roarke,” she gasps, her movements becoming more erratic as she approaches another peak. “I’m close... I’m so close...”

“Come for me,” I urge her, bucking my hips up to meet her downward movements. “Let me feel you.”

She does, her inner muscles clenching around me as she cries out my name. The sight of her coming undone above me, combined with the tight grip of her body on mine, nearly pushes me over the edge. But I still have other plans for us.

When she collapses against my chest, breathing hard, I give her only a moment’s rest before flipping our positions again. She lands on her hands and knees, and I position myself behind her, my cock sliding easily back into her well-prepared body.

“Oh god,” she moans, her head dropping between her shoulders as I fill her from this new angle. “That’s... That’s deep.”

“Too much?” I ask, stilling my movements.

“No,” she says immediately, pushing back against me. “It’s perfect. Don’t stop.”

I grip her hips, holding her steady as I begin to thrust. This position allows me to go deeper, to hit places inside her that make her cry out with each movement. It also satisfies something primal in me—seeing her like this, taking me from behind, submitting to my claim.

“Mine,” I growl, the word escaping before I can stop it. “My mate.”

“Yours,” she agrees, her voice breaking as I increase the pace. “All yours.”

I can feel my control slipping, my release building at the base of my spine. My cock is swelling, the beginning of the knot forming—a physiological response I’ve never experienced before, not even with previous partners. Only with her. Only with my true mate.

“Liana,” I warn, my voice strained. “I’m close... and there’s something you should know...”

“I can feel it,” she says, surprising me. “The... swelling. Is that normal for you?”

“It’s a Rodinian trait,” I explain, slowing my thrusts slightly. “The knot. It forms when... when we mate. When we bond.”

I lean over her back, my chest to her spine, my mouth at her ear. “I won’t knot you today. Not until you’re ready. But I want to... I want to claim you fully. One day.”

She turns her head, seeking my mouth for a kiss that’s all heat and promise. “I want that too. But yes, one step at a time.”

The permission, the acceptance in her voice is what finally breaks my control.

I straighten, gripping her hips tightly as I thrust into her with increasing urgency.

I feel my release building, unstoppable now, and when it hits, it’s more intense than anything I’ve experienced before.

I growl her name as I fill her, my cock pulsing deep inside her body.

The sensation triggers her own climax, her inner walls milking me for every drop as she comes around me with a cry that might be my name or might just be pure pleasure.

We collapse together onto the bed, my larger body curled protectively around her smaller one. I nuzzle the back of her neck, placing gentle kisses along her shoulder as our breathing slowly returns to normal.

“You better not go anywhere,” she murmurs sleepily. “Do you know the food investment I’ve put into you?”

I laugh, the sound rumbling from deep in my chest. “I’m not going anywhere,” I promise. “You’re stuck with me now.”

“Good,” she says, and then gasps as I shift behind her, my cock—still hard despite my recent release—pressing against her. “Wait, already? How are you... I mean, that’s not humanly possible.”

“I’m not human,” I remind her, rolling my hips slowly against her. “And I’ve been waiting for this for a very long time.”

She turns in my arms to face me, her expression a mix of disbelief and arousal. “Well, in that case...” She reaches between us, wrapping her hand around my length. “I guess we have some lost time to make up for.”

As I claim her mouth in another hungry kiss, I allow myself to imagine our future together—not just the next few hours or days, but years. Decades. Her by my side, her chaos complementing my order. Nugget growing alongside us, the homestead expanding to accommodate our needs.

I’ve spent so much of my life alone, convinced that solitude was safer.

That connection meant vulnerability, and vulnerability meant pain.

But as I move inside her again, as she wraps herself around me, giving and taking pleasure with equal enthusiasm, I know that I’ve found something worth the risk.

I’ve found my mate. My heart. My home.