by M. L. Briers
What’s worse was; her hands, her hands seemed to have a mind of their own, and they were roaming his body, feeling the hard muscles that convulsed under her touch as her fingers searched, tested, teased, and generally drew a mental map of the hard terrain in her subconscious.
And boy did he feel damn good!
She’d never gone for the hard musclebound man that spent hours in the gym honing himself into a Greek God, but on him it felt good, damn good, too good. She had the urge to press her naked self against his naked self…
Damn, what the hell was wrong with her?
This wasn’t her – only it was, and she liked it.
As bold as brass; she trailed her hands down under his shirt and found the heated skin and moulded abs, and she flattened her palms against them, revelling in the feel of him…
Then he growled. A gentle growl that sounded as if he was hungry, but not…
She felt the hard tug on her sweater as he yanked it upwards. Her arms flew up and for one long moment as that material was pulled from over her head, she lost the contact with his lips and her mind mourned that loss…
Crap. Who knew shifters were moreish?
Shifters were chocolate. You had a taste and wanted more.
She could live with that.
She certainly wanted more.
She wanted everything that he had to give, and from the feel of the press of his hard cock against her stomach, he had a lot to give.
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Aidan had heard his bear’s claim on her, and he’d meant to pull away, but she was on fire, touching him, exploring his body, and how could he give that feeling up?
His mate.
Could it really be that simple?
Could he really have found her on the damn mountain where he’d gone to escape the looks, the stares, the condemnation of humans and his brothers?
Mine… His bear was in no doubt.
This wasn’t wishful thinking.
This was no dream, nothing he was going to wake up from feeling downcast and frustrated.
Tammy was his.
His mate.
His life.
His forever.
The only problem was that she wasn’t.
Wasn’t his. Not really.
He’d need to woo her.
He’d need to claim her as his mate, and that would mean that he would need to bite, to bond, and to do all of that then he had to be sure that she wanted him too. That she wouldn’t leave him.
He could do that.
Mine…
She might have been human, but she was made for him. Fate had put her in his path and that was a sure sign that he could do this.
But could he woo her?
Did she want to be wooed or was she just acting like one of those bear groupies that he’d left the city to get away from?
Mine…
Did she just want to see what it was like to be taken by a shifter?
Did she want his hard cock and nothing else?
No strings. No promises. No forever after?
CHAPTER SIX
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Mine…
Aidan’s hands gripped the cheeks of her backside and he lifted her against him. The feel of her legs wrapping around his hips made him growl with knowing that she was submitting to his desire.
The feel of her feminine heat seeped clean through her jeans and against his hard cock making him growl longer and harder with the need to thrust his cock deep inside of her.
He could scent her arousal in the air. It mixed with the scent of her body and made his cock physically ache.
Mine…
He wanted to be behind her, taking her so damn deeply, over and over. Lose himself inside of her, until it was time to fist her hair in his hand and open her neck and shoulder to his bite…
Mine…
He could practically taste her blood on his tongue as he imagined marking her flesh, claiming her as his.
Aidan moved fast and her back was to the wall before he knew what he was doing. He could feel that fever within him, it was growing with need, with desire…
Mine…
He wanted to bite.
To mark her.
To claim his mate.
Her hands ripped his shirt upwards. He used his hips to press her backside against the wall, keep her in place against his cock as he stripped his shirt over his head, and then he claimed her lips again…
She rubbed her sex against him like a feline in heat… God, that drove him wild, drove him close to insane.
She wanted him as much as he wanted her.
His hands fisted the thin cotton bra that held her breasts prisoner from him and he tore it apart, letting her breasts spill out into his hands, before he dipped his head and claimed one hard nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, flicking it with his tongue as his teeth nipped…
He was in no rush and yet he was full speed ahead to touch, to taste, and to nip. The only thing that he didn’t want to do was to tease her.
Mine… His beast clawed within him, urging him on, demanding that he take her, claim her, make her theirs.
He wouldn’t do that.
He couldn’t do that.
If he bit her without permission…
It wasn’t going to happen.
He couldn’t let it happen.
She couldn’t show him her back. Not now. Not until she understood what was happening between them.
Mine…
Not yet… He answered the beast’s demands.
He just wished that he had the strength to put her down, put her aside, and not take her until she knew everything.
That time had long since gone. If he didn’t have her on his cock now then he’d gone insane. Not just any insane, but his beast might burst from within him.
No, he needed her body to sate him. To calm his bear.
Aidan unwrapped her legs from around his hips and lowered her feet to the floor. His lips were still clamped around her nipple and her hips were moving of their own volition as her back arched and she pushed her breasts up towards him.
His hands found the waistband of her jeans and he ripped them open without care or consequence. Then he thrust them down her thighs to her knees. Dragging her nipple downwards until she moaned at the hard tug.
He put his knee between her legs and forced them apart, lifting his foot and stomping the material down to gather at her ankles. He gripped her hips and lifted her out of the pool of cloth before putting her back down again.
Her hands were already at the waistband of his jeans, yanking them open and giving his cock a little relief from the restrictions.
When her fingers reached in and she wrapped them as best she could around his hard girth – he groan out a growl that rattled the windows.
Tammy fisted his cock and got one good, long stroke down his shaft before he fisted her wrist in his hand and yanked it away on another deep growl… He pinned her hand to the wall and opened her legs wider with his knees.
His teeth closed against her nipple and he tugged it hard as he pulled his head away. The sound of her drawing in a long breath made his cock twitch to be buried inside of her – to hear that sound as he took her down his length…
He needed that.
He needed her now.
The fingers of his free hand found the hot, wet heat of her sex as his lips came back down on hers and she gasped into his mouth as he thrust one thick finger inside of her channel.
Her hips came forward, but he pushed her back against the wall with his weight against her, pinning her there.
His need to claim was too powerful. He needed her to submit to him, not to challenge him now.
Mine…
“I want you.” He growled against her lips.
His voice held his bear’s growl and he wasn’t ashamed of it anymore. He wanted her to know his bear, it was one step closer to wooing her, to claiming her.
“Yes…” She gasped as he took her silken ch
annel with another finger, stretching her around his digits, opening her for the girth of his cock…
Mine…
He needed her now. He needed to hold his beast at bay.
He released her wrist, pulled his fingers from inside of her, and grasped her backside, lifting her against the wall, pressing his hard cock against the opening to her femininity, and then he took her down his length in one, long, slow push that stretched her around him until she didn’t think that she could take anymore…
Tammy bit out a long curse. Her head dropped back against the wall and she felt him hold in place, then felt his cock pull back a little, before he was pushing forwards again, eating her up inside and making her body comply into accepting every last inch of him…
Aidan growled long and hard at the tight sheath that surrounded his cock.
She felt divine.
She felt like his.
Like home.
Like cubs.
Like a family.
Mine… His beast retreated, but only just. It still sat just beneath the surface ready to push forward once more.
He needed more. He needed to feel her release around his length. Needed to spill his seed deep within her. Sate himself.
And yet he knew that he would never be sated. He would always want her, always crave her, always need her, in his arms, in his bed, and in his life.
She was his.
He was hers.
And there wasn’t a damn thing anyone could do to make that not true.
CHAPTER SEVEN
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Adrian held his beast at bay. That part of himself that wanted to turn her the hell around and mark her shoulder – show everyone that mattered in the world that she was his.
He took her like a wildling. Buried his cock, deep over and over as she made little sounds of pleasure in the back of her throat that meant more to him than anything else in life.
His body caged her in. Trapped between him and the wall with nowhere to go she was doing just fine, better than fine. The man was a damn sex God and she would definitely agree to being his sex slave for as long as she was on the mountain… maybe longer.
Christmas with a bear shifter was a present that she wouldn’t pass up if it was offered to her, but if this was a one time thing then she was kind of ok with that too. Although, there was no way in hell that she’d had her fill of him yet.
He kissed like he was all in. Like he couldn’t get enough of her.
He screwed like he hadn’t seen a woman in a very long time – maybe he hadn’t – maybe that was what this was, and she’d just gone along with it because she hadn’t been in a man’s arms in a very long while either.
Strong arms. The man had arms like tree trunks and she felt as light as a feather inside of them.
He had a body for sin and a cock for orgasms, and she was getting damn close to that now. She could feel her inner walls trying to strangle his length, and she didn’t give a damn – she need this – needed him – wanted this more than she wanted her sanity.
The sound of his manly grunts when he thrust in deep sent her higher, faster, not that his cock wasn’t sending her there fast enough, but it was the sound of his growling that was really turning her the hell on.
Those growls weren’t like before – they sounded gentle, but possessive, as if someone was going to take away his favourite toy or something. She didn’t want to be mean, but there was no other way to describe it to herself, and she liked being his favourite toy…
Right then, she liked it a whole damn lot.
Tammy forced her head back against the wall as her body closed in on that orgasm – he grunted hard and bent his head – the heat of his breath against the skin of her neck was heavenly – and then he licked, nipped, and kissed her like she was ice cream…
Her fingers curled into the hard muscles of his shoulders – her body getting closer now to where she needed to be – so damn close that she could practically taste it as his hips hammer against hers.
His cock caused the most delicious friction inside of her, and then she bit down on the kind of elongated moan of pleasure that would have echoed nicely through hallowed halls as her body was torn apart by an orgasm so damn intense that it stole that moan right from her throat.
Aidan could feel her body trying to suck his seed right from his balls and he growled at the need to never let this be over, and the instinct to plant his seed deep within her womb.
His beast growled within him, knowing that it wasn’t going to get the claim that it wanted, and he thrust to the hilt and grunted with every explosion inside of her.
He’d placed his claim alright. It was there inside of her womb. His cock had delivered it over and over until he had nothing left to give, but still he mourned the loss of not claiming her as his.
He swore to himself there and then – the next time that he was inside of her, he would make his claim.
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“Did I hurt you?” Aidan saw the way that she carried herself. She seemed a little stiff after he’d screwed her up against the wall, and he cursed himself for not taking the time to take her to a bed, a sofa, even the damn floor…
“No.” She rushed out. She even shock her head a little to make sure that he understood. She knew she’d been loved, but that was because he was a damn big guy, she guessed that couldn’t be helped, but hurt…? No.
“Then what’s wrong?” Aidan reached for her wrist as she went to put another bauble on the tree that stood proudly in the living room, and even that idea was growing on him now.
“It’s just… a little…” She worried her lower lip with her teeth and a growl rumbled through his chest. He would love to have done that for her… “Awkward.” She winced.
“This feels awkward?” Oh how he did not like the sound of that.
Had she just wanted his body and now she was dismissing him?
Was she really a shifter groupie?
“I’ve never just…” She lifted her free hand and motioned towards the kitchen and the wall that she envisaged on the other side of the door.
Tammy’s cheeks filled with heat when she thought about what they’d done up against that wall. How they’d done it…
It had been hot sex with a man that she didn’t know very well… at all, really. And know they were trimming her tree.
It was… surreal.
Kind of sweet in a way, but still, very, very, surreal.
Given the choice between tree trimming and being back in his arms she knew which one she’d pick. But, from the way that his eyebrows were now dancing over his deep chocolate eyes – two damn caterpillars trying to kiss hello – she didn’t think it was going to happen again so soon, if ever.
“I don’t think it’s awkward, I think it’s…” His eyes searched for the word, the answer, but he was unable to put his finger on it. Even if it was right there on the tip of his tongue where he wished her body was.
Damn, but he wanted to lick her from head to toe and back up again, especially the damn tasty bit in the middle – he could spend a few hours tasting her there…
“Awkward.” She muttered and heard the low, deep, velvety gravel of his chuckle rumble through him. She liked that sound – it felt homely – comforting, like the house should always sound like it.
But this wasn’t her house, and he wasn’t her man. She needed to remember that before she got all clingy gooey.
She wasn’t one of those girls. A girlie girl. A girl who started dreaming of a white wedding and happily ever after. A girl who practiced signing his surname as hers… hell, she didn’t even know his surname.
Yet, looking into those chocolate eyes of his – she wouldn’t have minded it if she was.
Tammy snapped to attention at the thought of it. He was watching her closely – too damn closely.
She snapped her wrist out of his grip and turned back towards the tree. She wanted to bury her face within the branches and not come up for air again until h
e was gone… but she didn’t want him to go…
She was so damn confused.
“Are you ok?” Aidan’s deep tones made her jump in place.
“Yes.” She snapped back on a rush of shame and panic.
Next she’d be picking out her damn wedding dress and imagining what their kids would look like.
“No!” She added with a slow shake of her head. “I think I might be getting a headache.” She lied and he noted it.
Deceit, from his mate… that didn’t bode well for his attempt to woo her. She was no more getting a headache than he was taking a rocket ship to the moon.
She wanted him gone.
He’d seen it in movies. When the female didn’t want a man around her – touching her – she’d lie and say she had a headache…
His heart ached a little. His bear sang a sorrowful tune within him.
Was she about to reject them before he’d even had a chance to woo her right?
“You want I should get you…?” He didn’t know what to get her for an imaginary headache – maybe an imaginary pill?
“No – no, you should just…” Her eyes flicked towards the front door and her brow furrowed, not as deeply as his did.
“Go.” He said.
“Ok.” She nodded, a little brighter then. “And I’ll see you…” she didn’t finish that sentence, she didn’t want to sound pushy.
There was a part of her that wanted to climb right up his body, wrap her legs around his hips and beg him to take her again, and again, and once more for luck…
And then there was the part of her that was ashamed and scared of those girlie images of wedding dresses and baby names that she seemed to be working up towards…
Lord, help her, but she thought she might have been losing her damn mind.
What could he say?
Aidan nodded once before turning towards the front door and starting off for the cold night outside those four walls. He snatched up his jacket, and yet he knew that wouldn’t be the coat that he’d be wearing that night…
No, he’d be wearing his fur as he kept guard around her cabin.