by Jenika Snow
I felt myself start to shake, knew if I didn’t control myself I’d be my bear before too long.
“Oli,” she whispered and ran her hands up my arms.
“I’m good,” I said on a shaky, rough voice.
“I want you. All of you.”
I closed my eyes and groaned. Her saying that wasn’t helping my control. My animal was coming out, and I knew that once I had my cock in her, his presence would be even more pronounced, more brutal.
I went back to kissing her, and soon it became desperate, needy, and full of passion and heat. Right now I was just an animal needing to be with my mate, needing to claim her.
“I can’t breathe,” she said and leaned her head back. I stared at the slender line of her throat, my mouth watering, my teeth aching. She looked down the length of my chest, and lower still until she could obviously see my cock. I knew that once I was buried inside of her, I wouldn’t last.
When she reached down and touched my chest, ran the pads of her fingers lightly across my abdomen, I couldn’t stop the low sound that left me.
“I’ve never seen a man as big and strong as you,” she whispered, and then curled her hand around my waist, puling me closer. I braced my hands on either side of her head just as she rose up and ran her tongue along my bottom lip. My body was shaking, my muscles tense. She reached between us and touched my cock and I closed my eyes and groaned.
“I’ve never been with a man,” she whispered and my canines ached, my cock jerked, and my heart raced.
I moved my hand to her hair, tugged at the strands, forcing myself to be gentle. Right now I was all animal, acting on instinct. “Good, because you’re mine.” I growled the words out. “I’m going to fuck you, make you scream and cream all over my cock.” I could have said it a little less harshly, could have tried to make her feel cherished and special, but at the moment I was primal.
She moaned and thrust out her breasts, and my mouth watered for a taste. Her pleasure bloomed, saturating the air. She was wet and smelled so fucking good. I pulled away to slide my hands down her legs and grab on to her ankles. They were delicate, fragile.
I pushed her legs farther apart, staring down at the sweet center that I’d soon be destroying. Her pussy spread open for me so obscenely it made my dick jerk. Pre-cum was a continuous presence on the tip of my dick, and the longer I stared at her sweet, red cunt, the more I felt like I was losing control.
I was going to make her scream in orgasm before I slid my cock into her body. I’d make her need my dick like she needed to breathe. I slid my fingers through her slit, moving her moisture around, my hand shaking with how far gone I was.
I did this for her as much as I did it for myself. I gathered her wetness, made sure my fingers were soaked in the fluid, and then brought them to my mouth. Lifting my gaze to her face, I brought the digits to my mouth and licked the cream from them, my focus never wavering from her.
Her throat worked as she swallowed, and I continued to suck the cream from my fingers, not wasting a drop. “You taste so fucking good, so sweet. So mine.”
Her eyes widened, and she parted her lips. I didn’t hold in the guttural noise that left me. I couldn’t have even if I’d tried. When every drop of her arousal was cleaned from my fingers, I leaned down and took her mouth again. I speared my tongue past her lips, forcing her to kiss me, to taste herself on me.
I kissed her again and again, thrusting my tongue in and out of her mouth, dominating her, making her submit. When I pulled away, she moaned in disappointment, the scent of her arousal and desperation for me strong in the air.
“Oh, God.” She closed her eyes and I moved my hand between her thighs, stroking her pussy.
I slid my middle finger into her body and placed my thumb on her clit, rubbing the small nub back and forth.
And then she grew bold and reached down to grab my cock, wrapping her fingers around the girth, stroking me. I gritted my teeth and breathed out shakily. I grabbed her wrist, moving her hand up and down my dick faster, showing her I wanted it harder.
She was just as inflamed as I was.
I fucked her with that finger, pushed it in and out of her, feeling her inner muscles clench around me. “You’re so tight, so wet for me.”
I kept working my finger in and out of her, moving my thumb back and forth over her clit, and licked at her neck, seemingly all at the same time. I wanted her to come before I pushed my cock deep inside of her.
“I’m so close,” she said in a pained gasp. “Kiss me,” she pleaded, and then I was kissing her hard, not about to deny her. She moved her hand right back between our bodies and I cursed internally. I wouldn’t last. She held on to my cock and started stroking me faster. I let out a hiss.
I broke the kiss and pulled back to watch as I finger-fucked her. Her pussy was still spread wide for me, her wetness glistening, her muskiness slamming into my head. She was ready for me, primed and so fucking soaked I’d slide right into her tight heat.
Make her ours.
I pulled my finger from her clenching body, moved lower until my face was between her thighs, and just inhaled. She smelled so fucking good. I brushed my thumbs against her folds, and then pulled them apart, spreading her pussy lips wide. She opened for me like a flower.
I only gave myself a moment to appreciate the view.
I latched onto her, closed my eyes, and grunted at the flavor of my mate on my tongue. She was sweet and musky, intoxicating, and I knew I’d never get enough.
I ate her out until she came against my mouth, until she was tugging at my hair, screaming out from the force of her pleasure. With her hands in my hair, she pulled at the strands, bringing me closer as she ground herself against my face.
Yes, I wanted my mouth soaked from her orgasm.
I couldn’t take it anymore. Gone was the resistance. She was my world now. I needed to be inside of her.
I placed the tip of my cock at the entrance of her pussy, hearing her gasp at the contact. The look on her face told me she was right there with me.
I didn’t say anything as I pushed the head of my cock into her, holding her gaze with mine. “I can’t go slow and easy, not with my mate here and willing, ready for me.”
She shook her head. “I don’t want slow. I just want you. All of you.” She dug her nails further into my skin, and I bared my teeth, showing her my animal.
And then I sank all the way into her in one slow move, taking her virginity, giving her mine. I was so far inside of her that my balls pressed against her ass. Her pussy clenched down on me and I groaned.
Her cry had a rumble of ecstasy leaving me.
Wet, hot tightness engulfed me, made me almost come right then and there.
“Oli.” The way she said my name, all breathy, had me rearing my hips back and slamming into her again.
She closed her eyes and tipped her head back, crying out in pleasure and pain.
“I’m sorry,” I said in a distorted voice. I knew she was tender since it was her first time.
“No, don’t stop.”
The sound of our bodies coming together filled my head, had my bear roaring out, needing her. It was pure instinct that filled me now.
I started to really fuck her.
In and out.
Faster and harder.
She had to hold on to me tightly while I claimed her. And the harder I fucked her, the more sweat covered my skin. I needed more. I’d always need more.
Ours.
She’s ours.
Yes. Yes, she fucking was.
The air sawed in and out of me, and I curled my fingers around her waist even harder. I knew I’d leave bruises on her alabaster skin, but I wanted those on her body. I wanted her to see them tomorrow and know that she was mine.
Pulling back enough so that I could look at where our bodies were joined, I groaned at the sight. The image of my dick moving in and out of her was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen, could have ever conjured in my fantasies. Her pussy lips sur
rounded my shaft, stretched around my girth, and her wetness coated my length. I got a prime shot of that glistening arousal every time I pulled out.
“You. Are. Mine.”
I was never letting her go.
The feeling of her pussy muscles clenching around me, the way her breathing picked up and the sight of her pupils dilating told me of her imminent orgasm. I started pushing and pulling in and out of her even harder and faster.
I fucked her ferociously.
“Come for me, India. Give it to your mate.”
And then she cried out and came around me, and the scent of her getting off was so damn intoxicating I felt my own orgasm start to claim me.
I started pumping my hips faster, bottoming out inside of her, and feeling like the fire inside of me was about to burn me alive. I threw my head back, roared out as I came, and filled her with my cum. I needed to saturate the inside of her. I needed it coming out of her.
I just needed her.
“I’m coming again.” There was shock in her voice.
I growled low. “I have to mark you.” I placed my mouth at her neck, dragging my lips down to where it met with her shoulder. Fuck, my mouth watered to mark her, and I wasn’t about to deny me or my animal. “I have to do this,” I murmured against her flesh.
“Do it. I want it, Oli.”
No more resistance. No more fighting.
Her scent told me she was ready, eager for it even. She tilted her head to the side even more, baring herself to me.
I sank my teeth into the supple flesh, loving how her tight little pussy gripped me, as if she didn’t want me to stop.
And then I pierced her supple flesh, right where her shoulder met her neck. The sweet, tangy flavor of her blood bathed my tongue, and I growled out. I held on to her waist harder. Another blast of pleasure filled me.
My saliva moved into her bloodstream, making her forever smell like me.
Her long, drawn-out cry had me lifting my head from where I’d marked her. I watched the orgasm cover her face.
Perfection.
The pleasure continued within me, my seed filling her. I felt my bear start to subside, sated, calm for the first time … ever. Only then did I pull out of her. I looked down at where I’d just been buried, seeing my seed slip from her pussy, making a wet spot on the bed.
I pulled her to me and wrapped my arms around her, holding her close, not wanting to let her go. And I wouldn’t. Ever.
I inhaled deeply and let out a rough sound at the fact she smelled like me, that she was, in all senses of the word, mine.
“Talk to me,” I whispered and held her close, never wanting to let go.
“What does this all mean?” Her words were soft, curious, but underneath all of that I felt her acceptance.
“What do you want it to mean?” I asked in return, and she shifted so she looked me in the eyes. A moment of silence passed between us, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was what I’d always wanted to feel after being with my mate.
It was perfection.
I felt so damn possessive of her already, and I knew with each passing day that proprietary sensation, and the need to keep her close, would only increase. I looked into her sweet face, the face that I’d happily look into for the rest of my life. There was no stopping my emotions, the love that would grow for her every second. I leaned down and kissed her softly, telling her without saying the words that it was her and me from this point.
“India.” I whispered her name. “There is nothing for me in this world if you’re not by my side.”
“You’re sure you want to be settled with me?” she teased, but I stayed serious. “I have no family, nothing to offer you.”
I sat up and pulled her into the same sitting position. I wanted her to see that she had my full attention, that there was nothing more important than her. “There’s nothing I need in this world except you, India. I mean that. Do you understand?”
She licked her lips and nodded. I grabbed her hand and brought it to my heart. “You feel that?” She nodded again. “It beats for you now. Only you.” I pulled her in close and held her, my nose buried in her hair. “My mate.” God, the feeling I had right now was one of completion. I pulled back just an inch, still holding her, and pushed her hair off her shoulder, staring down at the mark I’d left on her neck. It would always be there, a reminder to not only any male who dared look at her, but to her and me as well. I’d look at it and know that she was mine.
Irrevocably. Undeniably. Forever.
Chapter Ten
Oli
The following day
I sat in the cab of my truck and stared at the grocery store. I had my cell pressed to my ear, listening to Asher talk about what was going on back at home.
He was talking about pregnancies, too much PDA being thrown around, and how mated couples were annoying as hell. But it was going in one ear and out the other as I thought about tonight, as I thought about being with India.
But then again, she was always on my mind, a constant presence that made me feel whole and settled.
I was making dinner for her tonight, would feed her, make sure she was nourished. It was something I desperately wanted to do for my mate. To be able to provide for her, make sure she was full, have her eat out of my hand, had every possessive instinct rising.
It tamed the bear deep inside, knowing we would be taking care of our India.
“And now you’ve gone and got yourself mated,” Asher grumbled and I snapped my focus back to the present.
I looked at my hand wrapped around the steering wheel, my knuckles white. “Well, your time will come, brother.”
Asher kept to himself a lot of the time, the brother who acted like he didn’t need a mate to be happy.
But we all knew that was a load of shit.
“You think I want to mate after all these years?” He acted, sounded, like he didn’t give a fuck, but I could hear in his voice he was lying.
Although I knew Asher wanted his female, craved her like all of us did, like any shifter did, he’d lost hope of ever finding her. It was that hopelessness that had him retreating into himself, not expecting that he’d ever be complete. He was skeptical of it all, even after seeing three of his brothers find their females.
And I hated seeing him like that, hated that he’d lost the drive. But his time would come. If I had to go out there and help him find his other half, so be it. Because I knew as soon as he saw her, as soon as he scented her and the mating heat took control, he’d feel like a dumbass for ever doubting that he’d find her.
After I got off the phone with him, I sat there for a moment, feeling so fucking nervous. I’d already claimed India, gave her my mark, filled her with my seed, but cooking for her, being domestic and shit, that scared the hell out of me. I didn’t want to screw this up, and that was my fear.
I climbed out of the truck and ran my hands down my jeans. I started heading into the grocery store when my entire body froze, a scent I recognized slamming into my nose, having a growl being pulled from me, my anger instantly rising.
I swung my head to the left, the scent strongest in that direction. There was a wind that had picked up, mixing the smell throughout the air, surrounding me. I turned my body in the direction it came from, my bear right at the surface, my fingernails turning into claws, my canines punching out. It was the scent of the fuckers who’d hurt India, who’d put their hands on my mate.
In this moment, I was just reacting on instinct, needing to right the wrongs that had been done to India. I found myself walking behind the grocery store building, seeing a line of dumpsters, two men leaning against them, smoking cigarettes. They both had bottles wrapped in paper bags, the stench of their greed and intoxication nauseating. They didn’t hear me approach at first, both of them engaged in conversation. But my shifter hearing picked up on them discussing robbing a house, one owned by an elderly man who lived alone.
“Man, he’ll be alone and asleep. Easy pickings, easy money,” one
of the guys said and took a hit off his cigarette, blowing a cloud of smoke in the other guy’s face. He grinned, showing a set of crooked, yellow teeth.
“I don’t know, Ricky. I don’t like the idea of hitting up some old dude’s house when we don’t even know if there’s going to be anything of value in there. The risk might not be worth it. It’s probably just a bunch of old worthless shit and pictures of his grandkids.”
“Marshall, we’ll get this done, in and out, real easy and quick like. It won’t be like the medical van incident where the bitch was still there.”
My bear broke free, and I wasn’t strong enough in that moment, as my human, to stop him. I felt the shift take over, the feeling of my bones breaking and realigning, of my skin being replaced with fur, of my hands turning into paws.
I was on all fours now, and growled low, my focus trained right on the two bastards who were about to see what exactly it meant to fuck with a mated shifter.
They turned and looked at me, their eyes widening, the bottles they held dropping to the asphalt, the sound of shattering glass filling my head. I moved a step closer and they moved one back. The scent of their fear was putrid in the air, and it pleased me.
I tipped my head back and roared, showing them my teeth, reveling in the fact they were about to piss their pants, they were so scared. I didn’t need to tell them why I was here or what I was about to do.
I didn’t need to remind them of what they had done to piss me off, that they’d fucked with my mate. I didn’t need to tell them anything because I didn’t fucking want to. They were going to get what was coming to them, and I’d feel a little bit better about it. I might not have been able to protect India when they’d shown up, but I would avenge her.
What I wanted to do was kill them, tear their throats out, feel their blood on my fur. But death wasn’t in the cards for them today. I’d scare them, rough them up, make them see that what they were doing had repercussions.
And if they ever fucked with India again, I would come after them and tear their limbs from their bodies.