by M. L. Briers
“Janette-” She offered him her name- he’d already cast a spell over her- there wasn’t much more that he could do.
“Janette,” he growled, rolling her name over his tongue and savouring it. It was the first gift that she had given him.
“And I’m not teasing,” she assured him. Placing her palm against his stomach she urged him to take a step back, and he did, eager to see what she was going to do with his cock that still nestled within her hand…
He almost choked on the growl that got lodged in his throat as she kept her eyes locked on his and lowered herself down to her knees in front of him. Every muscle within his body locked up at that sight.
His mate on her knees before him like a damn Goddess…
He bit out a curse as she stroked down his length again, but it was nothing like the strangled curse that he bit out when her pink tongue came out and licked over the crown of his cock.
Maverick’s palm slammed against the wall in front of him to keep his knees from buckling. He grunted and growled as she flicked her tongue around the shiny head- a small drop of his seed eagerly lapped up the moment that it formed, and then his head went back on his neck and his eyes closed as she closed her lips around his cock and pushed down…
He could have shot his load then and there. Standing there with his jeans around his ankles and his mate working up down his cock was heaven and hell.
He wanted more- he wanted to be buried deep inside of her with her inner muscles squeezing around his length, and yet this felt too damn good to stop her from claiming his dick.
Maverick’s hand fisted her hair and he urged her on. He’d locked his muscles and yet he couldn’t stop himself from swaying his hips back and forth and taking her mouth- letting his length run over her tongue and glorying in the feeling of her suckling him like she was trying to claim his seed down the back of her throat, and he wanted that- damn did he want that…
He was getting close- too close.
He yanked his hips back and heard the wet pop that came from her lips and he was so damn tempted to push back in again that he reached down and snatched her up before he had the chance. Settling her onto her feet and grabbing two handfuls of her dress before he yanked it up and over her head…
His eyes took her in, every curve, every beautiful inch from her naked toes to her glorious rounded breasts. The growl that rumbled through him got lodged in his throat once more, and he kicked his jeans off a heartbeat before he dropped to his knees before her, and he parted her thighs with his large hands.
Janette let the wall take her weight, leaning back against the wood as he placed hungry kisses in a line up her inner thigh, working towards her sex. Closer and closer- his thumbs getting there first, brushing with his pads to open her up for his hungry tongue.
Then he devoured her like a starving man. Hungry… hungrier… absolutely damned famished as his tongue finally pushed up inside of her and gave her what she needed…
“I…” she couldn’t think.
Her hands locked into his hair and she pulled and tugged, trying to release him, get him to his feet so that he could fill her with something more substantial, something that would reach to the feminine heart of her, stretch her, and yet- he wouldn’t stop…
Maverick placed the pad of his thumb against her clit and moved against her. Her hips swayed in time with his laps inside of her channel… she was getting closer, her muscles were locking up, and her knees were weaker than she’d ever known them…
Then he growled, long and hard, and that vibration against her sex was all that she needed to take her over the edge…
She cried out a curse as the orgasm raced through her, throbbing, devouring her, just as his tongue devoured the feminine juices that flowed…
Maverick didn’t want to let her go. He wanted to drink her in, over and over again, and yet his body was on fire with need.
His mind was centred on the ache in his cock, and he released her, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, as he pushed up to his feet and grabbed two handfuls of her curvy backside- lifting her up against the wall before he lowered her down towards the crown of his length…
He rocked his hips backwards and forwards, rubbing his flesh against hers until he’d covered it with her wet heat.
“Tell me you want me inside you,” he growled out against her lips as he stared into her hooded eyes. Fire flashed there…
“I want your cock deep inside of me,” she’d done one better. She’d said words that fired his need to a point where he had to have her.
The crown of his cock opened her channel and he growled at the feel of her inner muscles still pulsing from the orgasm that he’d given her. Slowly, he lowered her down his length, savouring the feel of her silken walls sheathing him, and those taut muscles giving way to his thick shaft as he stopped half way and started to lift her back up…
“No, all of you, now…” she tightened her legs around his hips and pushed down as he lost all sense of reason and thrust up into her, taking her to the hilt, and feeling her inner muscles lock up around him as she moaned.
“Damn, love. I thought you didn’t want me,” he had a kind of goofy smile on his face, teasing met victorious.
He moved his hips, taking her as deep as he could get her, and then releasing her again, building up a delicious friction between them.
“Animal attraction,” she would have chuckled at her own funny, but what he was doing to her wasn’t funny, it was damned sinful.
He moved his hips a different way and she dropped her head back against the wall and savoured the burn of being stretched so wide around his girth- at the same time as being taken so deeply. He was stretching her beyond reason, and that friction was building up a full head of steam within her that wouldn’t be denied.
Maverick saw the way that her long neck arched backwards, and then she twisted her head and opened up the side of her neck and shoulder to him. The bounce of her curvy breasts called to him, but he wanted her neck more.
He leaned in and pressed his chest closer to her breasts so that the nipples rubbed against his hard muscles, causing a friction all their own, and teasing her body some more. He dipped his head and ran his tongue up her neck to her ear, nipping and sucking the soft flesh.
Janette’s body was overwhelmed, but when he nipped at her earlobe with his blunt teeth, she damn well felt that.
“More,” she begged and was rewarded by his hips pumping harder, his cock thrusting, and his blunt teeth biting against her shoulder. Then she felt his fangs elongating and he snatched his head back on a curse.
Maverick was losing control of his wild side. She was his mate and he wanted to claim her, but this had all happened so damn suddenly that he knew he couldn’t. He wouldn’t. Not without her permission.
He grunted, growled and cursed with the tightness of her inner muscles as they started to clamp down around his cock. Damn, he wanted to taste her blood on his tongue, craved it. He wanted to put a mark in her skin so no member of his pack would think about messing with her…
“You need to claim me.”
Her words were gasps of air, but she knew, she felt his need as much as he did.
“I can wait,” he growled back the lie. He couldn’t wait, but he would.
“Do it, mark me,” she finished on a curse as her body held on the very edge of the precipice, waiting for something, waiting for him…
Then she felt the pain of his fangs as the razor sharp tips pressed into the soft flesh, and heard that hungry growl once more, and she was flying with sparks of bright white light flashing against the back of her eyelids, and her body went into raptures of glorious, intense, ecstasy.
Maverick tasted the iron of her blood on his tongue. It was mixed with the sweetness of her Fae heritage, and his beast growled and clawed for more.
Her inner muscles convulsed around his length- trying their damnedest to milk the seed right from his balls. He eased his fangs out of her skin and ran his tongue over the four s
mall puncture wounds.
Then he was lost to the need that clawed within him. Wilder now, so damn wild that he was almost feral as he pounded into her, erratic, and finally finding his own release as he tossed his head back on his neck and howled at the intensity of it all.
Maverick thrust deep and held, shooting his seed into her womb. Over and over, he wrenched his hips back and slammed back into her until he had nothing left to give- until her body had milked his balls dry.
He panted in breaths and nuzzled his head between her neck and his claiming mark on her shoulder, until he could find the strength in his legs to carry her into the bedroom, and place her down on the bed beneath him.
His cock was still hard for her. Still buried inside of her body, and he had no damn intention of pulling out until he either went soft or she told him too.
He’d sleep like this all night if he could. Close, but still not close enough- he’d marked her, claimed her as his, and yet they still weren’t true bonded mates.
“I can’t believe we did that,” her voice was small, breathless, and he pulled his upper body back and rested down onto his elbows above her.
“Regret?” He asked- an invisible fist hit him in his stomach at her words- She opened her beautiful blue eyes, still hooded, and stared right back at him.
“Not regret, never regret,” she gave a small shake of her head. “But, that was fast.”
“I was too fast?” He looked confused and apologetic at the same time. “I thought you came, didn’t you come?”
Janette choked back a chuckle, but it spluttered and gained momentum within her. He growled, not because she annoyed him, but because- when she laughed her inner muscles clamped and released around his cock, and it felt good- too damn good.
“No,” she grinned widely up at him and his goofy look as he twisted his head on his neck and stared down at her, unblinking. “Yes, I mean I did, and you weren’t… too fast,” she chuckled again as relief swept across his face.
“You mean too soon?” He felt that knot lift from deep inside of him as she nodded. “I never meant to rush you-”
“It wasn’t you,” she chuckled again and he groaned. He moved, readjusted his hips, wanted to pull out of her because she was messing with his mind while she was sucking at him like that with her muscles, and yet he wanted to thrust again, and again, and again until he got his fill.
He wasn’t going anywhere…
“I think it was me,” he nodded. “My cock, me.” He gave a small shrug off his shoulders.
“You’re tempting cock, but my decision.” She informed him. “I was the one who got on my knees in front of you and sucked-”
“Ah, crap…” he ground out. He had to move, had to feel the friction of her satin walls once more…
“I… that’s…” she moaned as he pushed all the way back to the hilt. “You recover quickly.”
“Too quickly?” he ground out, holding in place, buried deep, desperate to move once more.
“Not too quickly,” she didn’t want there to be any mistake for her words this time.
Maverick moved his hips, dragging his length back out of her and she locked her muscles and tried to keep him inside… he cursed and pushed home. Slowly, this time he’d go slowly, until he lost his mind again and then all damn bets were off.
“Good, because, sweetheart,” he looked at her with that half goofy grin and half apologetic meeting of his eyebrows over his nose. “I don’t think you’re getting out of this bed again until morning, and I’m not talking about sleeping.”
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CHAPTER TEN
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Janette reached up and stretched her body out as best she could. Standing in the warmth of the afternoon sun felt good on her skin, and she rolled her head on her neck and tried to get her aching muscles to loosen up.
With little sleep, and after a night of sex, making love, and more sex with her sexy shifter mate, she’d awoken muscles that she didn’t even know that she had. Her muscles had muscles, and now they all ached, but she wouldn’t have swapped that feeling for the world if it meant that she wouldn’t have been standing right where she was now.
She’d been pretty much walking around like a zombie the day before. Finding out that you had a mate- and he was some gorgeous, but deadly, wolf shifter- hadn’t exactly been how she’d seen her day going, and she knew that acting in the way that she had wasn’t exactly the best start to their relationship, but it had turned out that it wasn’t the worst start either.
Sure, the mating pull had caught her by surprise with its intensity, but she didn’t regret giving into it- into being marked by the man that fate had chosen for her.
She felt happy- maybe it was just the honeymoon period and she’d soon come to regret it, but she didn’t think so. When fate had a hand in love it usually turned out for the better.
Now she needed to close down her old life and settle into her new one in a little cabin by the woods with Maverick. It was true that she wasn’t leaving much behind her. There was no great sacrifice that she would have to make in order to be with him.
Maybe that was fate’s plan too. Get her to a point in her life where she had nothing really worthwhile to go back for- so she didn’t turn around and look over her shoulder with regret at what she’d left behind.
No family. No love life. No great job that she would miss. Just a small flat in a rundown apartment block and a job waitressing at a local restaurant that was staffed by octopus men with too many damn hands.
No, she wouldn’t miss any of that one little bit.
It was true that there would be rules, and she hadn’t lied when she’d told him that she didn’t do rules, she didn’t, and she was sure there would be teething problems, but she was almost certain that they’d manage to work something out.
Maverick was her mate. It was that simple. That pure.
It had rushed up on her like a damn tsunami, and yet, it felt so right. She was his and he was hers, and she couldn’t leave him- not just for the fear that he would go rogue, but because- somewhere deep within her she had already given him her heart.
“You’re not welcome here, witch.”
Janette turned to face the she-wolf. She’d recognised that voice the moment that the woman had opened her mouth, and a rush of dread spoiled her perfect day- so far.
This time when she regarded the cropped haired little pixie faced woman with those deep brown eyes- there was no jealousy. She already had a mate, and there wasn’t a whole lot that this one could do to get in between them.
“Says you,” Janette wasn’t about to cower to some pint sized she-wolf with a big mouth and an attitude problem. It just wasn’t in her nature.
“You bring my pack nothing but trouble- it’s always the way with your kind,” Mari sneered.
Janette hadn’t bothered with her shields since last night. It was obvious that she was a witch, she didn’t need to hide the fact, and the pack needed to pick up on her scent so that they recognised it and weren’t troubled by it.
Plus the fact that Maverick couldn’t get enough of it; which meant he snuggled closer every opportunity that he got- bonus. But- she always kept her magic close and she pulled on it now, readying it- just in case.
“Your pack?” Janette knew that she was going to have to find her place within this pack- her pack- Maverick had told her as much, and now seemed like a good place to start with this mean-girl wannabe that was threatening her. “Mine too.”
“This will never be your pack,” Mari sneered at the thought.
A witch that didn’t belong and was only welcome on pack land due to who her mate was. That wasn’t right.
Witches were trouble and a shifter pack didn’t need to draw attention to itself. Someone had to think of the bigger picture, because Maverick was obviously thinking with his little head as men often did.
“I think my mate would tell you otherwise,” Janette gave her the icy glare that she’d perfected so well over her years of dealing with bi
gots like the she-wolf. It was true that witches weren’t everyone’s cup of tea, but then neither were wolf shifters.
“Well, he’s not here now,” Mari took a step towards her and Janette lifted her hands, palms outwards, intending to use her magic in self-defence if she had too.
“I wouldn’t challenge me if I were you,” Janette warned her.
“You have the chance to leave, do it now, while you still can.” Mari flicked out her claws, but she didn’t unsheathe her fangs. That gesture was enough for Janette to know that this she-wolf meant business.
“If you’re looking for a girlfriend to paint your claws and braid your hair, you came to the wrong place,” Janette shot back- feeling the buzz of her magic as it wove tightly into a ball deep within her.
“Bitch, you’re going down,” Mari growled as her top lip curled with disdain.
One moment the she-wolf was a good ten feet away and the next she was practically on top of Janette, with one arm swinging wildly towards her, and a set of razor sharp claws aimed right at her face…
Janette didn’t wait to see what came next. She didn’t even have time to blink as she left loose a jolt of magic that hit the she-wolf in the chest and sent her flying backwards through the air.
The dull thud of Mari’s body hitting the ground gave Janette a chance to draw in a breath and try to clear her mind. If the she-wolf wanted to play kitty-got-claws then she was more than happy to oblige, but she wasn’t about to be nice about it- those claws had signalled war.
A rumble had started deep within Mari’s chest as she slowly pushed herself off her backside to crouch on her feet. One hand palmed the ground in front of her as she eyed her opponent, and that rumble ended in a roar.
One thing was sure- it was nowhere near as scary as the roar that she had heard from Maverick yesterday, but it still sent every hair on Janette’s body standing to attention…
“My turn,” Mari growled; pushing off like an Olympic runner from the blocks and shifting into her wolf in mid-stride.