Paint Me

It wasn’t much longer, no, she arched and writhed and moans and cried out with each movement and each thrust. His own body began to build higher, and knowing he wouldn’t be able to take much more he slipped one arm down around his mate, pressing his fingertips to her sex, stroking roughly against her clit, forcing her legs to spread for him as he does this, still taking her from behind.

It had the desired effect, after a short period of time Arien began to buck back against him, her breath coming in ragged wanting pants, whimpers, moans, until finally with a cry of pleasure, a toss of her head, she began to convulse around the length of his cock. That was all it took for Sebastian to let go of himself, shuddering about her body, holding her tight to him and growling low, loud and deep into her shoulder as his orgasm was upon him. It was all he could do to hold onto the beast inside him, to keep his form into shifting.

Arien was exhausted, not only that, but she couldn’t believe what she had allowed to happen. But it felt good, the warmth of Sebastian draped over her back felt good, the touch of his mouth against the sting of his bite mark. The soft kisses he began to draw over every inch of her skin, caressing the nape of her neck. He was trembling; she could feel it as he lay out against her.

Slowly, Sebastian felt himself go flaccid and slip from the welcoming depths of Arien’s body. He carefully moved so he could sit on the couch, and then he pulled her into his lap, still breathing heavily, still needy and wanting.

Arien couldn’t look at him for a long time, nor could she say anything, it was as if her voice had stopped working, her throat had stopped working, and everything had stopped working. Even her brain had turned to mush. So, she just closed her eyes and pressed herself in against her lover with a soft whimpering sigh.

“If you want,” Sebastian’s soft voice broke their silence, “we could go get dinner and then come back and do it again.”

He sounded so serious that Arien had to laugh, and laugh she did. She turned her head in against his hard chest, hiding her face in his warmth, then perfect masculine smell of him, and her arms curled up around his neck and held her to his body. “You’re such a boy.” She teased, and then finally felt her head raise, and her eyes search his out.

The amber orbs were gone, and returned in there place was the warmth of the deep brown. It reminded her something was wrong, and even as Sebastian smiled, Arien felt something tighten in the pit of her stomach. People don’t change the color of their eyes randomly. It doesn’t happen.

He felt the change in her immediately, and carefully his hand came up to stroke her soft locks back from her face, and his lips came down to brush against her mouth in the sweetest and most tender manner. “Just trust that I care about you, and that you are my mate, and let me show you that I can be a good mate, then, when you are ready, we’ll talk about my eyes.” He whispered.

She could see the pleading in his eyes, and she seemed to go over it again and again in her mind. Should she let it drop? Maybe, but who knows. She paused for a moment, and then finally said, “We made love without protection, that won’t happen again. I don’t know about you but I’m not quite ready to have any children running around.” Not to mention that she didn’t know where he’d been. Truth is protection never entered her mind.

“Oh, so we will be doing this again?” Sebastian asked, eyes sparkling, perfect lips twitching into a perfectly amused smile.

“Well, I hope so. You did just offer me dinner, and then coming back here to do it again, right?” she asked, putting on an innocent face. “Besides, you have to prove to me that you can be a good ‘mate’, whatever that means. You’ll have to explain that to me, you do understand.” She went on blithely, and Sebastian began to laugh, soft warm laughter that shook his chest, and Arien against him.

“Okay, you’re taking me at face value, and you’re not fighting me like a wild cat. Could it be that I tamed you, and claimed you with my wicked bite?” Sebastian wiggled his eyebrows lasciviously, and Arien tilted her head down and gave a hard bite to the smooth flesh of his chest, causing a growling moan to erupt uncontrollably from within Sebastian’s chest.

“Maybe I just know how to control you, and rather liked being bitten and taken?” She curled in closer to him, and he whimpered, wishing she’d do it again, touch him more, bite him more, and tease him more. God was he whipped. One of her small hands came up then, to touch the bite wound at her shoulder. “It does sting though.” She admitted to him, blushing slightly.

Brushing her hand away, Sebastian examined the bite. It was clean, it would heal on its own, and it was a mark to all others of his kind that she was his. His and no one else’s. He didn’t tell her that, not yet, but his scent was rubbed all over her, and even after she bathed, any of his people would know that she was claimed and taken. He lowered his head to inhale at her neck, smelling the mingled scents that were uniquely her, and the underlying scent that is him.

“You smell good.” He growls softly, and she laughed a little in response, “The bite will heal, and leave it alone, okay?” He continued on, then paused, “You and I... oh Gods Arien, I know you don’t quite believe me, but you are mine. I’ll show you that I love you. I’ll show you that you belong to me.” He whispered against her.

Arien remained quiet for quite some time, not quite understanding what was going on. Yea, he was handsome, sweet, charming, adorable, vicious, animalistic, dominating, strange, and definitely not quite right, but she felt this strange bond to him. It was as if she belonged in his arms, cuddled against his chest. And she could do a lot better. She hadn’t dated, really dated, in over a year after a bad break up she’d thought would really work out.

But he was talking crazy, and that scared her. She looked up at him for a moment and then slowly began to speak. “Okay, okay... I’m willing to do this thing, to be your exclusive, if you will please stop talking to be like that, about mates and being yours and belonging to you and such. It’s a little creepy.” She said, shifting a touch in his lap.

He seemed to ponder her words, as if he hadn’t realized he was sounding creepy, and then he glanced down at her with a frown. “You are accepting all of this rather easily.” He said, narrowing his eyes a little bit. “You know something.” He finally stated.

Arien smiled, then that smile turned into a grin, tugging at her lips. “You’re not human.” She said simply, as if that was a given.

Sebastian blinked.

“Okay, that’s true.” He whispered, swallowing a little hard.

“My grandmother was a witch, and she married a were.” Arien told him suddenly, looking a little sheepish. This didn’t come to a surprise to Sebastian, the fact that she had wear blood in here made perfect sense. In fact, he was certain that she’d had it in her somewhere, hence his being drawn to her. He just was surprised she’d known about it.

“What was he?” Sebastian asked slowly, and she gave a little shrug.

“If memory serves, Grandpa was a Snow Leopard.” She said softly, “What are you?”

Sebastian couldn’t believe it. She knew about him, she knew! “Leopard, regular run of the mil leopard.” He murmured, and she nodded.

“That’s why you want me, right?” She asked, and Sebastian couldn’t help but nod his head. “Grams always told me that I had it in me, that I was free and to wild to be normal, and that some one would come around and tame me. I assume that’s what you’re going to try and do, right?” Again, he nodded, but this time laughter was in his eyes, and she leaned down and nipped his chest.

“Being with me, Arien, will probably bring out your leopard side, you know.” He whispered, “Not everyone wants that, but... if you are my mate, and if you understand what that means, then you know you won’t be happy without me.”

Arien seemed to think on this for quite some time, and finally, she moved off of him and slid to the other end of the couch, curling her arms around her knees, holding them to her chest. “Will you show me?” she asked, and he knew what she meant. She wanted to see his beast, and it was impossible to say no to her. “I want to see if this is real Sebastian, you... surprised the fuck out of me, I won’t deny this, I wasn’t expecting anyone to come claiming me, but you did, and I’m glad you did. But I have to see and know what I’m getting into before I do anything. , before I make up my mind.”

Nodding his head, Sebastian slid from the couch, “Okay...” he whispered, and then suddenly the change began. Imagine those old horror films, with the turning and the fur and make it quicker, seamless, without any pain and almost graceful in a strange sort of way. That’s how the shift was for Sebastian, and after a moment, a panting leopard, huge, padded up and put his head into Arien’s lap.

She was in shock, to tell the absolute truth, but when she gazed down into his honey eyes, she couldn’t help but place her hand upon his head, stroking between the ears. And after a moment, a low rumbling purr began to sound, and she laughed and leaned down to kiss between his ears. He crawled back onto the couch, and then flopped into her lap like a huge house cat, and again, she couldn’t help but giggle and laugh, wrapping her arms around him, and noting that it did indeed feel right.

Nuzzling at his neck, rubbing her cheek against him affectionately, Arien finally had to admit it. This was what she wanted. Not the cat, not sexually anyhow. No, she wanted Sebastian, even though he was the cat. Sure, it would take time, she knew that, and just because she was his mate didn’t mean that things would be perfect, but she knew this was right, she felt it in her bones.

“Sebastian, can you come back to me in your other form now?” she asked, and those big golden eyes gazed into hers for a moment, before he slipped back down to the ground and resumed his shift into man. When complete, he remained on the ground, biting his lower lip as he gazed at his mate, his Arien.

“So?” He asked, and for the first time, HE was the vulnerable one. Not her. She understood that he would never be able to let her go, but that he would not touch her if she didn’t want it. Thing was, she did want it. Her hands came out and she motioned him up onto the couch, which he obliged willingly enough, pulling her into his lap.

“So, how exactly are you going to prove to me that you’re a good mate?” She asked, arching on delicate brow.

He stared at her for a moment, and then burst out with a sudden laugh, pulling her closer, and then growling softly. “Why don’t we start by giving your huge kitten something to lap at?”

She gasped softly as he shifted her in his arms, and pressed her back against the couch once more, this time purring contentedly as he began to lap and lick from her lips down, over her breasts, her nipples, her belly, and down towards the apex of her thighs.

The last thought Arien had before pleasure consumed her was:

Oh yes, I’m most definitely his kitten.