His breathing ragged, he stared at her, wanting her with every piece of him.
But for all his sexual hunger, he knew that it was now her move…
CHAPTER 2
Pandora couldn't breathe as she stared at the tall, sexy panther in her doorway. He embodied everything that was primal and male. His hands were braced on each side of the frame as he looked at her with an intensity so raw, it shook her. Masculine power and lethal grace bled from every pore of his magnificent body.
He had long black hair pulled back into a queue. His eyes were a clear blue that appeared almost colorless against his tanned skin and long midnight lashes. His face was elegantly carved and yet had a rugged quality that kept him from being pretty.
He was dressed in black jeans and a black poet's shirt. There was something timeless and old about him. Something that reached out to her and set her entire body on fire.
Without her invitation, he stepped into the room and bent his head so that he could rub his face against her hair.
Pandora gasped as that simple action sent chills all through her. His breath scorched her extra-sensitive skin, which wanted only to be touched by him. Her nipples hardened in expectation of what was to come.
"Gataki." He murmured the Greek word for "kitten" as he took a deep breath in her hair.
The human half of her wanted to shove him away from her. The animal part refused. It wanted only to cuddle with him. To rip his clothes off and know once and for all what it would be like to have sex with a male.
The door to her room slammed shut of its own volition.
Pandora circled around him, rubbing her body against his as she fought the urge to cry out in pleasure.
"Do you accept me?" he asked rhetorically. It was technically the woman who chose her lover, but when a female was this sexually aware of the male, there was really no way out.
All Pandora could do was nod. Her body would never allow her to deny him. He was too virile. Too consuming.
Too much of what she needed.
He turned on her with a fierce growl as he seized her for a scintillating kiss. Pandora moaned at the taste of him. No one had ever kissed her before. It was forbidden until her first cycle for any male to touch a female not related to him.
Ever since she'd been a teenager, she and her girlfriends had whispered about what they wanted for their first matings and who they would choose.
Pandora had expected Lucas to be her first. Almost four hundred years old, he was legendary among her people for his prowess and ability to teach a young pantheress her passion.
But his handsomeness paled in comparison to the dark stranger before her. This male tasted of wine and decadence. Of mystical, exotic power and knowledge.
His tongue swept against hers as her body heated to a fever pitch.
"Are you Dante?" she asked him as she nibbled his firm lips.
"Yes."
Good. At least he wouldn't share her. It was a small relief to know that.
"What is your name, gataki?"
"Pandora Kouti."
He pulled back to smile at her.
"Pandora," he purred as he buried his hands in her hair before inhaling the sensitive flesh of her neck, then licking it slowly. Teasingly. "And what surprises are you hiding from the world in your box, Pandora?"
She couldn't answer as he continued to lick her skin. Her knees buckled. Only the strength of his arms around her kept her from falling.
Dante knew he should leave. He should flash himself into a cold shower somewhere.
But he couldn't.
She was too hypnotic. Too tempting. The animal in him refused to leave until he'd tasted her.
And he would be her first. He could smell her innocent state.
That knowledge alone was enough to make him roar. He'd never taken a virgin before. For that matter, he'd rarely taken any woman of his own species. A pantheress was violent by nature. She had to be held down, and if a male wasn't fast enough, he could be maimed or killed during mating.
Once an orgasm seized a pantheress, the ferocity of it would make her feral. She would turn on her lover with claws and teeth bared. In the case of a Katagari female, she'd turn immediately to her animal form and attack her lover.
The male had to be ready to pull back and flash to his animal form or he wouldn't be able to defend himself from her surging hormonal and psychic overload.
It was a sobering thought.
Dante had never cared much for violent mating. He preferred to take his time pleasing his lover. To sample every single inch of her body at his leisure.
He'd always loved the taste of a woman. The scent of her. The feel of her soft limbs rubbing against his rougher ones. Always liked to hear the sounds of her ecstasy echoing in his ears as he brought her to climax over and over again.
And Pandora…
She would be unlike any lover he'd ever known. His first Arcadian.
His first virgin.
Kissing her deeply, he dissolved the clothes from their bodies so that there was nothing between his hands and her sweet, succulent flesh.
She shivered in his arms.
"It's okay, gataki," he said as he skimmed his hand down her supple back. "I won't hurt you."
His words seemed to make her panic. "You're a Katagari male."
He nibbled her shoulder, reveling in the taste of her soft, salty-sweet skin. She was truly decadent. A mouthwatering treat to sate the beast inside him.
"And I won't hurt you," he reiterated as he nibbled his way around her shoulder blade, down her back, and then around front so that he could taste her breast.
Pandora cried out the instant his mouth closed around her hard, sensitive nipple. Her body jerked and sizzled.
What was this? All she could think of was having him inside her. Of having all that hard, tawny skin lying over her as he showed her exactly what it meant to be loved by a man.
He was all sinewy muscle.
All strength. Power.
Wickedness.
And for the moment, he was all hers…
He pulled back from her with a growl before he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. She felt so dainty in his arms, so coveted.
The covers pulled themselves back so that he could set her in the center of it. Pandora's nervousness returned as the chill of the covers brushed her fevered skin.
She'd waited a lifetime for this moment. What would happen to her? Would she be changed?
Would he?
Dante gave her a fierce, ragged kiss as he spread her arms out above her head. Two seconds later, something wrapped itself around her wrists and held them there.
"What are you doing?" she asked, even more nervous than before.
His gentle touch soothed her as he massaged her tense shoulders. "I want to make sure neither of us is hurt, gataki. You've never had an orgasm before and you have no idea what it's going to do to you."
"Will it hurt?"
He laughed at that as his large, masculine hand cupped her breast. "No, it won't hurt at all."
She wanted to believe him. The animal in her didn't detect a lie so she relaxed. Dante might not be the man she would have chosen first, but he was proving to be gentle enough to soothe the human part of her.
He laid himself beside her so that he could study her body. He skimmed a callused hand over her breasts, then moved it lower so that he could toy with the short, crisp hairs at the juncture of her thighs.
She clenched her teeth as fire consumed her body. She ached for that hand to move lower. For it to caress the burning ache between her legs until she could think straight again.
"Tell me what you dream of, Pandora," he said quietly as his thumb teased her sensitive nub.
She licked her lips as pleasure tore through her. But it did nothing to ebb the vicious bittersweet pain inside her.
Dante blew a fiery breath across her erect nipple. "How does an Arcadian take a male inside her body?"
"Don't you know?"
He moved so that he was draped on top of her. She moaned at the delicious feel of his naked body pressing down on hers. In that moment, she wanted to see his hair unbound.
"Untie your hair," she said.
The tie came loose immediately.
It was rare among the Arcadians to find a male so at ease with his psychic abilities. They were taught to hide them unless they were fighting their animal cousins.
Dante didn't appear to have such hang-ups and she wondered if all Katagaria were like him.
"You are powerful, aren't you?" she asked.
He nodded as he stared at her in a way that reminded her so much of a panther that it was almost scary.
Pandora watched his light eyes carefully, seeking any sign that he would turn feral on her and hurt her. "Are you going to devour me?"
His smile was wicked. "Until you beg me to stop."
Dante leaned forward so that he could press his cheek to hers and savor the feel of her delicate skin. She was totally enjoyable.
With humans, he had to hide what he was from them. But Pandora knew exactly what he was and, unlike a Katagari female, she wasn't fighting him. She responded to his caresses just as a human would. With delight and innocent trust.
It was refreshing and touched a foreign part of him deeply.
He wanted to please her in a way he'd never wanted to please anyone else.
Reaching down between them, he gently separated the tender folds of her body so that he could touch her intimately.
She cried out in ecstasy.
Her response delighted him. Dante used his powers to shield the sounds from escaping the room as he kissed his way down her body to where his hand played.
Pandora could barely think as she felt Dante spread her legs wide. It was as if every part of her was burning. Her head spun with pleasure.
And then she felt the most incredible thing of all. Dante's mouth teasing her. Hissing, she threw her head back and arched her spine as his tongue worked incredible magic on her. He sank one long, lean finger deep inside her as his tongue continued to explore every tender fold with a thoroughness that was blinding in its intensity.
Dante couldn't take his eyes off her as he watched her head rolling back and forth on the pillow. There was nothing a male of his species valued more than the taste of a virgin's climax.
His kind was known to kill for the privilege of taking a virgin, and for the first time in his life, he understood that primal desire.
The revelation shocked him. He'd always told himself that a female wasn't worth another panther's life. But as he watched her innocent, unabashed reaction to his touch, he was no longer so sure.
There was no artifice in her response. She was reacting honestly to him. Openly. And he loved it.
When she came, crying out his name, he felt something deep inside him shatter with pride and satisfaction.
Dante held her hips still, expecting to have to pull away from her.
He didn't. She lacked the violent tendencies of his kind. Instead of attacking him, she stayed on the bed, panting and purring as she continued to let her climax flow.
Pandora wasn't sure what had just happened to her. But it had been incredible. Wonderful. And it left her wanting even more from him. She still felt her body spasming as Dante continued to stroke and tease until she was weak from it.