Leopard’s Scar (Leopard People #13) Read Online Christine Feehan

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance, Shape Shifters Tags Authors: Series: Leopard People Series by Christine Feehan
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Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 138334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 692(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
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She didn’t feel the bites, but she felt his tongue like a lash of flame dancing over her skin. The fire in her core only blazed hotter. A whimper escaped. She did her best not to move as his mouth moved closer and closer to where she wanted it. Where she needed it. His hair touched her first, sliding over her inflamed clit, and her entire body shook.

He lifted his head away and was back crouching low, one hand circling her ankle.

“Honey, please. I need you.”

“You need to learn patience, Meiling. Meditation. We practice breathing techniques every morning after working out and you still have trouble staying in control.” His tongue moved along her right thigh and his lips kissed gently. She bit her lip in an effort to keep from squirming, but she vowed to herself she was going to show him she could make him lose his precious control sometime very soon.

He came so close. Breathing. Blowing warm air. His tongue dipping. Tasting. Driving her crazy. She really did think it was possible to go insane. Then she became aware of the slow burn. Those tiny little flames licking at her thighs. At her breasts. Arrowing through her body to her clit. Crackling over her skin so that every nerve ending leapt to life.

Gedeon’s fingers settled on the tops of her thighs and gripped her there, and without warning, his tongue lapped at her bare lips, flicked her clit and then plunged deep. She heard herself cry out his name as she unraveled. Came apart. Little lights danced behind her eyes. The orgasm rolled through her and kept going because he did. He devoured her, driving her up again and again, demanding more. Always more until she was certain she was going to die of too many orgasms, or maybe it was one continuous one that never stopped.

Gedeon towered above her, lodging his cock in her hot entrance. She was helpless to do anything but accept him. He thrust deep. Hard. Driving through her tight folds. She was slick from so many orgasms, so ready for him. With the angle he had and her body so open to his, he was able to drive deep into her silken tunnel. So tight and hot. She was always so snug every time he took her. He could feel the walls of her channel surrounding him, gripping his cock and squeezing and massaging like so many fingers, stroking like so many tongues. The sensation was unlike anything he’d ever experienced.

He began to move in her, surging deep, watching the miracle of her body swallowing his. Taking his. He varied the speed and roughness and then caught her left leg and wrapped it around his hip. Did the same with her right. He lifted her off the counter, never missing a stroke, pressing her close to the wall, looking for leverage, the fierceness of the leopard gripping him. She leaned forward and bit his neck hard.

White-hot lightning forked through his body and settled in his cock. He jerked and pulsed in time to her body’s squeezing and milking. He heard himself curse in Cajun French and then he wrapped his arms tight around her and rocked her hard before setting her feet on the floor and allowing his cock to slip free of her.

Before she could move away, he caught her to him and tipped up her face, needing to see if she was good. She was. Her eyes soft. Clear. Her head was in the game, not wondering if she was to blame for what happened to her friends.

They cleaned up, ate a sandwich and drank water. Just as they were returning everything to the backpack, the insects went quiet. The birds, ever in motion, suddenly ceased movement.

Gedeon signaled to Meiling and she went out the back door first. She barely opened it. The stairs were rickety and looked as if any weight would have them crumbling. She took no chances and leapt lightly to the ground below, landing in a crouch and staying low while she took a long look around. She moved to her right to make room for Gedeon. He had the backpack strapped to his back as he dropped right beside her.

Can you tell where he is? Meiling asked. She was fairly certain McGregor hadn’t yet set foot on the island. It didn’t feel as if he had, but he was disturbing the wildlife, so he was close enough.

He’s right next to our boat. He isn’t a swamp man. I don’t blame him. The terrain is spongy, and you can see the alligator slides, Gedeon said.

He’s got to be rethinking killing all of us out here, Meiling pointed out.

It makes so much more sense for him to kill Laverne, Edge and the two of us, weigh our bodies down and hope no one but the alligators finds us for years, he said.



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