A Shifter's Healing Love

by T. Cobbin

  He attended to her other breast with his palm, molding the supple handful with his fingers. Danielle responded beautifully, pushing her chest further toward him. Her fingers slipped through his hair before dropping down to grab firmly onto his biceps. It was as if she had the need to hold on to something. Her groin rocked over his shaft. Releasing the nipple from his mouth, he immediately moved to the other one and bit the engorged bud gently between his teeth.

  Another sexy moan slipped from Danielle, and her rocking movements became more frantic. Leo glided a hand down between them and easily slid it between Danielle’s skin and the elastic band of her shorts. He skated his fingers under the lacy material of her panties to find her folds, slick with her juices.

  His thumb touched the hard bud of her clitoris as his fingers found the other place he sought. Hearing Danielle gasp, Leo raised his gaze to hers. He watched her pupils dilate before her eyes slowly closed and her head tilted back. With her slick juices covering his digits, he entered her pussy with one finger, then added another one.

  “Leo!” Danielle’s hoarse cry filled the air.

  After a few thrusts, her cunt locked down on his fingers, trying to milk what it could from his digits as she came. He gladly continued fucking into her, skillfully rubbing her walls as they pulsed while her orgasm ebbed.

  Danielle leaned into him, her forehead resting against his chest, as her panting slowed. Leo skimmed his hand up and over her back, and she suddenly froze in his arms. It wasn’t until he felt the thick, scarred ridges under his fingertips that he realized why she had done that.

  “Don’t,” she begged with just one word.

  “Don’t what?” he asked, although he already knew what she was going to say.

  “Don’t touch them. Please.”

  “They’re just past scars, sweetheart. All healed.” He lowered his hand, running his fingertips down her spine to the crack of her butt. His mate’s distress becoming more evident by her scent.

  “But not forgotten.” She sniffed.

  “It’s just me and you now, love,” he softly crooned near her ear. “I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again.”

  “You can’t promise me something like that.” She shook her head against his chest and sniffed again. “No one can.”

  “I can, and I just did,” he stated adamantly. He silently swore to himself that if he ever found out who this Master was, the male would never again hurt his mate or any other female.

  Danielle’s sobs lightly shook her shoulders, her tears falling on his chest and stomach. He held onto her, his arms banding around her waist, holding her tightly to his body. How could things change so fast from her euphoria to such depression? He felt so useless, unable to stop her painful memories from surfacing. All he could do was hold her securely.

  And that’s what he did for the rest of the night. Her sobs eventually subsided, and her tears dried as she drifted to sleep. She didn’t even stir when he lay down next to her. He pulled the quilt that had been left there from the previous night on top of them both. Staring into the fire and kissing her head every now and again, he too succumbed to sleep.

  * * * *

  She realized one thing before she’d even opened her eyes and her brain registered she was waking up. Well, two things actually—her bed was hard and her head hurt. Frigging Nora, had she drunk that much last night when she’d gone out with her friends? How had she gotten home? And why was she so cold?

  Sitting up, she blinked her eyes open, but still she couldn’t see past the end of her nose. It was so dark. Suddenly bright, searing lights blinded her, and she squeezed her eyes closed again. Who had turned the lights on? Hang on, her lights weren’t that bloody bright. Oh shit! Where was she? Questions bombarded her brain, and she opened her eyes again.

  Looking around, she stared at the white, padded walls. No! No…she couldn’t be there again! Looking down at her body, she saw she was naked, and it confirmed where she was. How could she be there again? Where was Leo?

  She looked toward the white, padded door and then heard the beeping sounds that meant her captor was entering the room. The door opened, and the huge male she had come to know as Master loomed in the doorway. Before she could think, she was up on her feet and running toward him. She had to get out of the room. She didn’t belong there. Master had punished her enough.

  She plowed into the hard muscle of Master’s body. It didn’t seem that he moved at all, or was even rocked back the tiniest bit when she hit him. His hands gripped the top of her arms. Pain rocked through her body as his fingertips dug into her skin. Her head automatically dropped to her chest in defeat.

  She wanted to shut her eyes and pretend this wasn’t happening, but Master had trained her to keep her eyes open so she could see the torture he was inflicting on her. Master’s knee lifted and slammed into her mid-section. Her breath burst from her lungs. Burning agony had her staggering to breathe in, and her legs buckled beneath her.

  Master released her arms, leaving her to crumple at his feet on the floor, gasping for breath.

  “That’s where women like you belong, on your knees, at the feet of men like me. You are mine now, bitch, and you will do as I say or you will be punished.”

  The deadly tone of his voice had her looking up, his face blurring with her tears. He’d told her that the first day she’d woken up in this room.

  She had to wake up. This was a dream. Wasn’t it? She didn’t want to be there again.

  Suddenly, Master was rolling her over onto her stomach, her back stinging from a whipping she didn’t remember taking. He grabbed her arms, pulling them behind her back. The long zzzip noise sounded before the plastic ties pulling her wrists together cut into her skin. Before he had rolled her over, she’d noticed that his shirt was torn, half of it hanging off his body. Something wasn’t right. This had already happened.

  She now knew this was a dream. Knowing she had to wake up, she screamed. She knew what was coming. She didn’t want to feel the pain he was going to inflict. This was the day she’d tried to escape again. Master had turned his back on her and the room for a second, and she’d taken a huge chance and jumped on his back, tearing his shirt in the process to get free. He’d thwarted her escape.

  Master’s heavy weight sat on the top of her thighs. She felt one of his hands clamp down over her calves, holding them to the floor. His body rocked before what sounded like a twig snapping filled the air. Pain once again blasted through her, but this time it traveled all the way to the soles of her feet. Over and over she heard the twig snapping until her cries, pleas, and eventually her screams filled her ears. Her feet were nothing but balls of burning agony.

  “Danielle!” Hands gripped firmly at the top of her arms.

  “No, please stop,” she begged. “I promise I won’t try to run again.”

  “Danielle, come on, sweetheart. Come back to me.”

  Hands roamed up and down her arms; they were no longer digging into her calves, and pain wasn’t racking up from the soles of her feet up through her body.

  “Open your eyes,” a voice ordered. A voice that wasn’t Master’s.

  She opened her eyes slowly, and a face came into view. Reality dawned on Danielle as gradually Master’s face from her nightmare warped into Kevin’s before settling on Leo’s.

  “Leo?”

  The man in question was kneeling between her legs, staring at her with concern-filled eyes. He closed his eyes briefly, relief showing blatantly on his face, before opening them again.

  “Yes, sweetie, I’m here. It’s me.” A smirk lifted his lips that showed a dimple off. “Just good ole, sexy, handsome, suave me.” He winked.

  She took a moment to glance over his shoulder and around the room, her lingering nightmare still trying to convince her that Master was there with her. Leo ran his fingers up and down her arms in reassurance. There was nothing sinister in the room. She only saw and felt the comfort of a roaring fire and the arms of a man she trusted holding her close. No Master
and no pain.

  “He still haunts my dreams, and my life. How long will I allow him to do this?” She sobbed softly.

  “He held a lot of power over you for a long time, sweetheart.” Leo stroked a finger across her cheek. “It’s not something that will go away overnight. But gradually, over time, I’m sure we can place him in the shadows where he belongs.” Leo wriggled his eyebrows up and down comically. “Especially with me beside you.”

  Danielle rolled her eyes and smiled. “With you here, of course. My big, hulking hero,” she teased while squeezing his biceps. She bit down on her bottom lip, quietly admiring the hard bulk of his muscles between her fingers. He flexed, making them harder, which had her raising her gaze to his.

  His eyes sparkled with amusement and lust. “You’re still stroking them.”

  Danielle’s core tingled. The way her man looked at her had her insides boiling. Her man? Yes, my man! She nodded adamantly in her mind. He was her man. She glanced at the clock above the fireplace before returning her gaze back to Leo’s.

  “It’s early. We have time before the children get up.” She was surprised at how husky her voice was, and even more so that she was instigating sex. I’m instigating sex? Hell yeah!

  “Time to do what, may I ask?” Leo’s gaze raked up and down her body. The air between them sizzled with sexual attraction.

  She pulled away from him, feigning denial that she wanted him. “Well, if you don’t know what—”

  His head tilted and his mouth covered hers before she could get any more words out.

  Chapter 9

  Leo’s tongue stroked along Danielle’s, and she reveled in his manly taste as it filled her senses. His strong hand cupped the nape of her neck, and she arched against his body. In one swift move, Leo had her lifted and straddling his legs with her heated pussy riding his covered erection.

  “There is another advantage to being a male shifter.” Leo smirked at her.

  “Oh, do tell.”

  “When we find our soul mates, biology takes over. I’m always hard when you’re near, and once I’ve come...” He nibbled her earlobe. “I’ll still be hard, ready to do it all over again…and again.”

  Danielle moaned at the thought of Leo filling her several times before the children rose. It had been so fucking long since she’d wanted sex. So long since even considering it. Leo had started a fire inside her when he’d brought her to a knee-knocking orgasm. She wanted to feel his hands on her body, his cock in her pussy.

  Leo could be the man to put Master where he belonged. Mentally, she’d fight again and again to make sure that evil male didn’t win. He would no longer come between Leo and herself.

  “Fill me, Leo. Take me over and over until we can’t breathe.”

  “Baby, you only have to ask.”

  Danielle raised herself up, pulling her shorts down as she did. They pooled at her feet alongside Leo’s before she straddled his naked lap.

  His large, veiny cock stood rigid, and the ruddy head tapped his bellybutton between their bodies. He was huge! Danielle had only seen three cocks in her life. She’d had two boyfriends before Master. She’d never seen Kevin’s, only Master’s. But none of those men came anywhere close to the size of Leo’s dick.

  Oh God! She felt mortified when she realized she was comparing Leo’s penis to Master’s.

  “Sweetheart?”

  Danielle raised her gaze from Leo’s stiff member to his eyes.

  “I, umm…” What did she say? You’re bigger than the man who raped me for a year?

  “Do you want me to stop?” Leo asked.

  “No.” She shook her head. “No, I don’t want you to stop. I just had…thought…” She stumbled on her words. She blew out a breath and rolled her eyes. She met Leo’s gaze, and her heart melted at the lust-filled, pained look in his eyes. “Just kiss me. Fuck me. Make me forget everything but us for a short while.”

  Leo’s smile filled his face before he tilted his head once again and took her mouth. “That I can do,” he mumbled against her lips.

  His hands roamed her body, stroking across her naked skin. She froze for a few seconds when he touched her scars, then she mentally scolded herself. She wouldn’t let Master ruin her life any more. Relaxing her mind and muscles, Danielle concentrated on the sensation Leo’s fingertips caused. Goosebumps rose on the skin on her arms. Her breasts stroked along the fine hairs on his chest.

  Leo kissed down her neck and lower across her collarbone, making her shiver slightly. Danielle ran her lips down Leo’s sinewy neck. She could feel his taut muscles bunch as she kissed. His scent filled her nose. She had no idea how long she’d been rocking her pussy against his thighs before she realized fully what she was doing. One of his fingers slipped between her damp folds, making her breath freeze at the incredible feeling.

  “Leo.” Was that her voice? It sounded so…hoarse.

  One of his digits touched her nerve-filled clit while another slipped inside her. When he pressed down on her nub she cupped her mouth onto his shoulder and bit down lightly, stifling a moan. She rocked. She could feel the tremor in her legs. The feeling he was creating intensified like he’d done only a few hours before. She’d come for the first time in years, and now there she was heading toward another orgasm.

  “Please, Leo,” she sobbed against his shoulder. Impatience had her biting on his skin again.

  He pushed two long fingers inside her and stroked along her walls. Oh God! She bit down further on his shoulder to stop herself from screaming. She squeezed her eyes shut, and her muscles bunched as euphoria stole her breath. She could hear quiet murmurings coming from Leo. He spread her legs a little more and raised her up until his rigid shaft sat at her entrance. Then he paused, waiting.

  She pulled back from his neck to look him in the eyes. She read the quiet plea in his face. “Do it.” She smirked.

  He entered her slow and easy.

  * * * *

  Leo was seeing more sparkle in Danielle’s eyes than he had over the last few months. But watching them glow with a radiance as he entered her made his heart melt with love.

  “I love you, Danielle Knight. I can’t wait for the day I make you my mate fully.” His voice was gruff.

  His cock slid along her slick walls. He watched the fire in her eyes burn when he hit the top. She was so tight. Perspiration licked over his skin while he waited for her to adjust to his size. He knew he was a tad bigger than some men; he’d heard that from previous lovers. She wiggled against his groin, and her juices ran over his balls. The smirk on her face changed to an ear-to-ear smile.

  He didn’t wait for a reply of her devotion. He guessed from a human point of view that would take some time, and after what Danielle had been through, he probably wouldn’t get anything like that for a good while. Her heart had to heal. Unlike shifters, humans didn’t immediately recognize their mates. His gorilla was hooting and banging on his chest inside of his mind, his beast more than happy for now at just knowing Leo was mating her.

  “You have given me more than I could imagine, Leo.” She kissed him, her full, bow-shaped lips pecking around his mouth.

  He parted his lips, and her tongue entered his mouth. He cupped her backside and lifted. He raised her until his dick was just inside of her then dropped her. They both moaned together.

  “Again,” she hoarsely ordered.

  He obliged, over and over, until she began begging for more and harder. Picking her up without withdrawing from her body, he laid her back on the sofa and began to piston his hips. She met him thrust for thrust, their combined cream covering his dick and balls. The sound and smell of passionate sex filled the air.

  A spine tingle warned him he was close to coming, and the thought of Danielle plump with his child brought his balls tight against his body. But that wouldn’t happen until she was full shifter, after the venom in his fangs worked around her body, adjusting it so she could give birth to a shifter child. He could wait, he would wait. But for now, he wanted his seed
deep inside of her, coating her walls. He wanted her to scent of him. Caveman thinking? Fuck yeah!

  Danielle nibbled at his neck as sexy groans left her. Something told him she was muffling herself so not to wake the children. He thrust again with an animalistic growl leaving his throat.

  “Come, my mate,” he ordered near her ear and thrust a couple more times, harder than before, but not enough to hurt the female underneath him.

  She was his! He was close to coming. He moved a hand between them and quickly found her bud of nerves and pressed it. Danielle screamed against his neck, and her small teeth broke his skin, adding a coppery aroma to the air as he pounded into her one more time. His seed jetted from his cock. Lights seemed to flash before his eyes. He had never come so hard in his life. Her pussy clamped down on his dick and milked it while he slowly undulated. It seemed like ages before his shaft stopped spilling its contents.

  He leaned up on his elbows, looking down at the flushed face of his mate, and smiled. She looked more beautiful now than ever. Her hair was askew, her eyes closed in pleasure, her lips lifted at the edges in bliss.

  “Want to do that again?” He wriggled his hips forward, his still-hard cock still embedded deep inside her.

  Her eyes opened in a flash, and a look of surprise overcame her face.

  He shrugged. “I told you I could go again and again with you.”

  Her gaze flickered to the clock over the fireplace. He followed suit to find it was just after three AM. There was plenty of time to take his mate again, and again! Smiling, he returned his gaze to her. But she must have spotted the bite mark on his neck, because her face changed from bliss to mortification.