by Jenika Snow
And then she reached between our bodies and I held my breath, my mouth still at her throat, my canines still delicately pressed to her skin. I snapped my eyes open and stared out the windshield. She started undoing the button of my jeans.
I should’ve let her continue, knowing that she would’ve touched me, would’ve taken my cock in hand and eased my suffering. But I wasn’t about to take my mate for the first time in a fucking rental truck.
I wanted her in a bed, somewhere warm, with her body spread out for me, her hair fanned behind her, and her expression showing me a look of ecstasy.
“I feel so...consumed,” she whispered and I grunted in response.
I closed my eyes again and gently added pressure on her throat. I hadn’t broken her skin yet, but the fact was I wanted to so fucking badly. I forced myself to pull back and look at her face, ecstasy covering her expression, her mouth parted, her eyes glossy with desire. I reached out and took her hands in mine, her wrists so small and delicate, dainty almost. I brought her fingers up, kissing each one, running my nose up the center of her palm. I followed that same path with my tongue, from the heel of her hand to the tip of her middle finger. I licked her, tasting her skin, seeing how much it affected her.
“As much as I want you to touch me, as much as I want to touch you, I will not do that in this truck.” I pushed her hand between us again and let her feel the hard length of my dick. “You feel that? It’s all for you.”
She inhaled sharply.
“The first time I take my mate it’s going to be in a bed where I can memorize every inch of your body.”
She didn’t say anything for a moment, but she didn’t need to. I just wanted to hold her right now, keep her body close to mine, revel in the feeling that I was now complete.
“Take me to my place.”
Her words were like a bucket of ice water saturating me. But it had the opposite effect of dimming my arousal.
Her words inflamed me even further.
I opened my mouth but nothing came out.
“Before you say anything, before you ask me, yes, Oli. I’m sure this is what I want.”
I leaned in and pressed my mouth to hers, kissing her fiercely. When I pulled back it was to see she still had her eyes closed.
“I was actually going to ask where you live.”
She smiled and I felt myself grin. When India opened her eyes, I could see her acceptance of this mating, of me.
“Are you sure you’re ready to finally complete this mating, finally let my bear sample you?” My voice dropped lower, my bear coming forth, pushing at my control. “’Cause there’s no going back.”
“I don’t want to go back. I want to go forward with you, Oli.”
The smell of her blossoming arousal had me clenching my jaw and praying like hell I could control myself enough to get us to a bed. If she wanted me, she’d have every raw, bear-shifting inch of me.
Chapter Eight
India
We crashed through the front door of my apartment in a tangle of limbs, heavy panting, and sexual groans. I had no doubt the neighbors had heard us, maybe even peeked out a crack in their front doors to see what was going on. But I didn’t care if they saw. Let them look, let them see how much I was wanted, that I was with this gorgeous man and he was mine.
Oli slammed the door shut with his foot and stood there a moment, his head slightly downcast but his gaze locked right on me. He looked so primal in this moment, like the animal he truly was.
He was in front of me a second later, and instinctively I knew what to do, what he wanted.
I tilted my head back as far as it would go, and then he latched his mouth onto my throat. The sound that left him was distorted, animal-like, and filled with as much desire as I felt.
The way he looked at me, the way his gaze tracked me when I moved the slightest inch, had my breath hitching.
“India,” he whispered. “My India. I could devour you until there wasn’t anything left, until you were crying out my name, writhing for me as I fuck you.”
I opened my mouth slightly, the air leaving me. He moved a step toward me and the air stalled in my lungs.
“I’d push your hair aside and bare your slender throat. My mouth is already watering, India. I’m so fucking hungry for you.” And then he had his hand on my nape, his fingers curled into my flesh.
He leaned in and I was frozen in place, the feel of his warm breath on my skin having me close my eyes, moaning softly. “The things I want to do to you…” He growled low against my throat, and I felt the vibrations all the way between my thighs.
I was wet now, so wet that my panties were soaked.
My mind and body were screaming for this man to claim me in the way a shifter male did with their mate. I wanted to let his powerful body slide inside of mine, to take me in any way he saw fit. God, I wanted that.
Any. Way. He. Saw. Fit.
I noticed the way his breathing changed, how it was more ragged, broken, his chest brushing against mine, my nipples hard and pressed against the raw masculine power of his body. With the scent of him filling my head, and the raw animal sexuality he threw off, I didn’t want to stop anything he wanted to do to me, anything I wanted him to do to me.
With his hand on my nape, he pulled me forward until our bodies were impossibly closer, my chest to his, the stiff outline of his hard, massive cock digging into the softness of my belly. And then he leaned back and looked down at me, stared in my eyes. For long seconds, all he did was stare at me, his eyes flashing yellow. Was he close to shifting? The low sounds that came from him, the way he seemed harder, his body bigger, led me to believe he might be more animal than human right now.
And I don’t know why that turned me on the way it did.
“You are so fucking beautiful. You’re mine, only mine…” He shook his head, as if he couldn’t believe I was standing right here.
Oli was rough around the edges, brutal in his strength, in his personality, and I knew he was the type of male that didn’t apologize for these traits.
He lifted his hand and ran his finger along my cheek. The act was gentle, yet it wasn’t at the same time. The scent of Oli, of the salt water that seemed to perpetually cling to him, of the underlying aroma of woods, freedom from his other life, filled my head and made me drunk with lust.
The growl that came from him had me opening my eyes and staring up at him. I hadn’t realized I’d even closed them, the atmosphere so thick and arousing that I couldn’t even breathe.
He started to lower his head to mine until his lips were a hairsbreadth away. “The very scent of you drives me crazy,” he whispered, his mouth almost touching mine when he spoke. “I didn’t even know you until a few days ago, but you’re the first thing I think about when I wake, and the last thing to fill my head before I fall asleep.”
My heart was beating so hard and fast.
“You tease my animal the likes of which you’ll never really understand, India. You’ll never know how much I want you, how I’ll always need you, that desire rising every day.” He leaned back and stared right into my eyes once more.
I wanted to lean in and kiss him again, but I stayed still, looking into his eyes, waiting for him to make another move, to take control.
He closed his eyes and growled. “Your scent drives me fucking crazy.” He took my hand and moved it between our bodies, placing it right over his hard erection. A gasp left me at his size, at his hardness. His warm breath slid along my face and I moaned.
“Tell me what you want,” he growled.
The words were lodged in my throat, what I wanted to say, how I wanted to have him … “Claim me, Oli.”
I could hear my heart beating in my ears, feel it in my throat. He was my mate, and it was ingrained in me that we were to be together in every way possible.
And I wanted that now. I wasn’t going to fight it. I wasn’t going to pretend that I could fight this.
“I want to taste you, to run my tongue over
every part of you, to memorize the taste of you, the flavor … the way you feel under me.”
I licked my suddenly dry lips, my tongue moving over the soft flesh, a tingling sensation settling under the skin.
“Do you want that, India, baby?” He ran his tongue along the arch of my throat.
I nodded, unable to stop myself.
“Oli.” I breathed out his name so softly, I wouldn’t be surprised if he hadn’t heard me.
“Fuck. My mate.” Oli pressed his lower half into my belly, and the feel of his huge erection reminded me that he was so large I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t even fit.
A fresh gush of moisture left me at the feel of that hard, thick length. I had to clench my thighs together to stem of the flow of wetness.
And thank God he didn’t say anything else, just slammed his lips on mine once more.
“I can scent your need for me, India. And I’m about to give you exactly what you desire. I’m about to claim you, mate with you. I’m going to mark you so all males know you’re mine.” He cupped my cheek and stared into my eyes. “And you want that, don’t you?”
I inhaled deeply, nodded. It was all I could do right now.
I needed what he offered, all of it, like I needed to breathe.
Chapter Nine
Oli
She blossomed for me, like a flower opening under the sun.
I was a definite fiend for India, the mating taking charge, wreaking havoc on my control. My bear was also a brutal bastard, clawing to get out, pissed at me for not letting him have a go at her.
I was too far gone to stop this now, and even if I had the strength, I wouldn’t have. I needed her in every single way, and the scent of her arousal told me she needed this, too.
“Mate,” I said low, my voice serrated.
I was the one that was in control, would take this as far as my mate could handle, and give her all that she needed. Because I needed this, too, needed it like I needed to shift to find release.
I gently wrapped my hand around her throat, feeling her pulse jump under my fingers.
Her cheeks were flushed, dotted red from her lust. The sweet smell of her wet pussy filled my nose and made me groan, my bear a wild bastard for her. As I kissed her, taking in her flavor, her very essence, I ground myself against her belly. Her mouth was hot and sweet, and my cock jerked painfully, the fucker needing out and buried deep in her body.
I swept my tongue into the wet cavern of her mouth and stroked it along hers, eliciting a moan from her. I swallowed that sound, wanting more of it to come from her. Sliding my hands down her back, I gripped her full, round ass and brought her closer to me, which was almost an impossible act, given the fact we were pressed tightly together. My cock jerked at the feel of her softness, at the scent of her all but submitting to me.
The sound of her lightly moaning told me she was finding pleasure in this, and the way her nails dug into my arms let me know she needed more.
India slid her hands up my chest and dug those little nails into my skin. The clothes I wore abraded my flesh, but that was because I was on the verge of shifting from how potent my arousal was.
I was about to finally claim my mate.
I wanted to feel her body shaking beneath my hands and mouth. I wanted her losing control and coming undone for me. I was working purely on instinct now, and there wasn’t anything or anyone on this fucking planet that could stop me from claiming India.
“I’m so over the edge for you.”
“Oli,” she moaned against my mouth. “I want this. I want you.”
I pulled back and she looked into my eyes.
“You want this, then tell me.”
She was silent for a second and I felt my primal side rise, wanting her to submit to me.
“Take me. Claim me, mate.”
I leaned in close so our lips were a hairsbreadth away. “I’m going to make you smell like me, fill you with my cum so it slips from that tight little pussy.” I ran my tongue along her lips. “Everyone will know you’re mine.”
She moaned and rubbed her tits against my chest. “What else?”
I could have roared out over the fact she wanted to know more. “I’m going to leave my teeth marks on your body, have you so fucking sore after I fuck you thoroughly.”
“Yes,” she breathed out, and I swallowed the sound as I kissed her again, not able to get enough.
I gripped the cheeks of her ass, instantly impatient that she was still dressed. Using a claw, I gently, precisely, dragged it down the outside of her pants, tearing the material away, the sound of rending fabric filling my head.
She gasped. “I liked those.” But her faux anger couldn’t mask that she fucking grew wetter over the act.
“I’ve waited for you my entire life,” I grumbled out. “I saved myself for you, only you.”
She gasped at my admission.
And then I tore her panties away, unable to control myself. I had my hands back on her ass once she was bared for me. The cheeks were full and round. All mine. I squeezed the mounds and pulled her harder against my cock. I could smell how wet her cunt was, knew if I slipped my fingers between her thighs, my hand would be soaked with her desire for me.
In one swift move, I got rid of her shirt, the bra next to go. I leaned back and stared down at her body, at her big, pert breasts, her nipples hard and pink. My mouth watered. I lifted her easily into my arms, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, her pussy so hot and wet, I swore I felt it through my jeans. And then I kissed her, sucking at her tongue, licking at the interior of her mouth.
I nearly came right in my jeans.
“God, Oli. Yes.”
That’s what I wanted to hear.
I’d make her scream out more than that really damn soon. “Room,” I groaned.
“Down the hall.”
I turned and started making my way toward where she pointed, found the room, and shut the door with my foot, keeping India in my arms.
“God, I feel like I’m burning alive,” she said against my mouth, and then used the heels of her feet on my lower back to pull me toward her.
I pressed my dick into the softness between her legs, needing my fucking pants gone. She gasped, and I groaned, feeling her heat, her wetness seeping through my jeans. “India, mate,” I groaned. “I’ve only ever gotten hard for you, mate. And if I don’t get my cock inside of you, I’m going to come before I even feel how tight you are.”
She panted against my lips. “I want you inside of me.”
Yes. This is what I’ve been waiting for.
My bear, that fucking selfish bastard, wanted India with a ferociousness that bordered on mania, on obsession. The position had her legs opened wide and the scent of her musky, sweet arousal filled my head, making me crazed and drunk with lust. Grinding myself against her, I grunted, knowing that pre-cum was starting to make the front of my jeans wet.
“Oli.” She whispered my name into the darkness. “Tell me what you want to do to me.”
Fuck, she actually went there, said those words.
“It might frighten you,” I murmured against her mouth.
“It won’t. It’ll turn me on.”
Christ.
“I am going to have my dick so deep inside of you, fuck you so hard, every time you sit down you’ll think only of me, mate.” I kissed and nipped along her jaw, feeling this surge of satisfaction when she tilted her neck to give me better access, submitting to me.
“God,” she said on a breathless gasp. “I’ve never felt this way.”
I ran my tongue along her throat, my canines already punched out to mark her.
I wanted to spill her blood and get my saliva into her bloodstream so she’d always smell like me, always know who she belonged to. I also wanted to fill her with my seed, make sure that when any shifter scented her, they’d know that she was mine.
I had her on the bed a moment later, needing to see her spread out for me.
“Can you feel how m
uch my animal wants you, India?”
Her eyes were wide, her mouth slightly parted as she looked up at me. “Yes,” she gasped out.
“Do you see my animal right at the surface?” I asked in a harsh voice.
She licked her lips and nodded. “Yes,” she whispered. “I need you naked, Oli. I need you.”
In a matter of seconds, I’d torn off my clothes, tossing them aside and moving back so I was on top of her, pushing her legs apart with my body, settling between them. I groaned and pressed my cock against her again. “I want you so fucking bad, so much it hurts.” I was close to getting off from grinding against her. Her pussy was soaked, and my cock slid through her slicked slit, bumping her clit.
When she dug her nails into my biceps again, I pushed away all other thoughts except what was happening right now. I relished the sting she caused, the fact she broke skin because she was too far gone … just like me.
“Oli,” she moaned in mindless abandon.
“India. My mate.” I ran my tongue up her neck and stopped at her mouth. I moved my hands down to her waist, clenched my fingers tighter into the lush curves of her body, and swore under my breath.
Fuck, I loved everything about her, loved that she was submitting to me. Just. Fucking. Loved. Her.
The emotion was fierce and violent, something I wasn’t able to control even if I wanted to. Which I didn’t.
I’d fallen in love with her the moment I scented her, before I’d even seen her face. My mate.
I pushed back an inch, looked between our bodies, and even though it was dark, my vision was crystal clear.
“Spread your legs wider.” I barely got the words out, and even though she heard me, I could hear how broken up they were because I was so close to shifting.
India obeyed right away, the scent of her sweet, musky pussy slamming into me even harder. I felt my nails turn into claws. Not once, since finding her, had I been this close to shifting, not even when I’d first seen her … found her. My muscles were thickening, my bones aching as they were about to break and realign.