She was a furnace, burning hotter than anything he’d ever known. Her taste was addictive and he couldn’t pull the honey out of her fast enough with his tongue. He held her still while he devoured her ravenously, forgetting everything but the need to feed that terrible, wild addiction growing in him. He knew he would never get enough. She would sate him for a short time, and he would have to go back again and again.

He was good at sex. No, he was great at sex and he knew it. He might not be able to tie her to him any other way until her leopard emerged, but he could tie her this way. He drove her higher and then higher, his ruthless mouth demanding. She came hard, her voice hoarse from her sore throat.

He didn’t let her go back down but pushed her up again, suckling on her sensitive clit, stroking with his thumb, using his tongue to stab deep and draw out the spice and honey spilling out of her. It was wild. Primitive. Out of control. She came a second time, her hot channel spasming, her belly rippling. He felt it in her thighs.

Ignoring her gasping pleas, he moved over top of her and pushed the head of his cock into that fiery inferno and then stopped.

“Look at me, Cat.”

She kept her head turned away from his, her eyes shut tight. He waited. Patient while her body throbbed and burned around his. She licked her lips and he wanted to lick them too. Finally she gave him her wide, blue gaze.

“You look at me. Don’t turn your head. When I give you this, I want you to know who I am. You haven’t once called me by my name, and you’re fucking going to do it when I’m buried inside of you. Do you understand me? If you want this, say you understand and use my fucking name when you do.”

He was nearly more leopard than human in that moment. Not his body, but his mind. This was his woman. His mate. She needed to submit to him. To know she belonged. Even if she couldn’t wrap her head around the fact, her body needed to know.

Her eyes begged him. He shook his head, gritting his teeth. She squirmed. Writhed. Tried to force him to impale her. He refused to move, although it cost him. Jackhammers tripped in his head. His blood pounded with need. He felt savage. Half angry, half desperate.

“Fucking say my name and tell me you understand what I’m saying to you.”

“God. Okay. Eli. Just please do something.”

“You’re mine. You know that now, right? Mine. No one else ever gets inside your body. Or your mouth. That belongs to me. You belong to me.”