Love isn't supposed to make someone bleed, leave marks, or even make a person cry. But that was the only kind of “love” Alice Stratton knew. Wanting a new life, she takes her daughter, Joey, and moves to Sweet Water, a picturesque town that she hopes will erase her painful past.
Cougar shifter Luke Landon has given up on having a relationship after his ex-fiancée betrayed him. Now five years later he is living in Sweet Water and is the physician to more than half the town. He never thought he'd find his mate, but all it took was for his cougar to scent Alice, the timid little lynx shifter, and his whole life changed. But Alice is damaged, and has a child from another man. Can Luke heal his broken mate, be a father to a little girl who isn't his, and get past his own trust issues?
He let his eyes travel down the huge mounds of her breasts, and his mouth watered as he remembered the flavor of her flesh. She was round and curvy, and so very womanly. He continued a downward path, loving that she wasn’t skin and bones, but so very voluptuous that his fingers itched to grip onto her lush body. The dark, trimmed triangle of hair that covered her mound didn’t hide the fact she was wet and swollen, pink and ready to be filled by him. He wanted to taste her, to have her cream rushing down the back of his throat more than he wanted to take his next breath. Slipping his hands on her inner thighs, Luke gently opened her legs further, watching with unrestrained lust as her pussy parted for him in the most erotic of ways. Fuck, even the sound of her wet flesh and the concentrated scent of her was an aphrodisiac like no other. He slid his hands further inward until he framed her pussy, and then took his thumbs and pulled her labia further apart. He couldn’t wait another minute to have his mouth on her swollen, soaked flesh. He licked her from the opening of her body to her clit, and then sucked the bud into his mouth. He didn’t know if she realized it or not, but she writhed for him, lifting her hips against his mouth, and making little mewling noises in the back of her throat. Moving one of his fingers toward her pussy hole, he teased the opening for a second before slipping it inside. A gasp of pleasure left her, and he stopped to give her time to adjust. She murmured for him to keep going. There was no way in fucking hell he would have been able to stop, not when the scent and feel of his mate surrounded him.
“Come for me, Alice. Come all over my face.” She was so fucking receptive, so damn giving. He started slowly thrusting his finger in and out of her, loving that she was so soaking wet for him, so juicy and primed. When he sensed she was close to coming he pushed another finger into her, grunting at the tight fit, but not breaking the latch he had on her clit. Humming around the bundle of nerves was the last thing she needed to get off. She threw her head back, her neck arching, and cried out her orgasm. She came hard, her fluids slipping out of her, coating his fingers and sliding down his hand. Luke realized he was thrusting his hard cock against the couch, trying to relieve some of the ache that had settled in the root of his dick and in his balls.
“Luke. God, Luke.” She thrashed her head back and forth, and pulled at his hair. He loved the sting of pain she gave him, and would have gladly bled for her if it meant she always felt and looked this way. “Please, Luke.” She gasped out his name, and that was his undoing. Giving one more long, slow lick up her cleft, he kissed each inner thigh, placed his hands right beside her head, and looked down at her. His cock was a hard rod between them, resting right on her belly and leaving a wet smear in its wake. He was so far gone, and actually surprised he had as much control as he did.