That’s kind of what I was hoping for.
“Things are going to change now,” he says as he puts his big hands on the counter and locks eyes with me. He’s doing the whole possessive, overly protective thing that always gets me going. “You’re my girl now. Do you understand that?”
My head nods up and down, out of my control.
“I took your cherry. I claimed your pussy. That means you’re mine. My mate. My girl. My love. And I’m not going to let any man near you. Especially before I…”
“Before you what?”
He drops his eyes and then turns back to the coffeemaker even though it’s not finished brewing.
“Before you what, Cameron?” I repeat.
He turns around with a fierceness in his brown shining eyes. I think it has something to do with the way he was morphing into his bear during sex. He was fighting something within. Something his bear wanted and he didn’t.
I’m wondering what that is when he suddenly leans over the counter and takes my mouth in a deep claiming kiss.
He has nothing to worry about.
I’m his.
In every way he wants.
There’s no point in fighting it. There’s no point in denying it. I know it’s true.
I want it to be true.
After breakfast, I put on my cold damp clothes and we head over to my place. I’m embarrassed to show it to him since it’s still a mess with unpacked boxes and dirty clothes everywhere.
But Cameron is one of a kind and he fails to see any of my flaws, choosing to focus on the good stuff instead.
“This is you?” he asks as he picks up a picture of me on my bike when I was ten. “You’re adorable. I hope our kids are half as cute as you.”
I’m blushing so much from the compliments and from hearing him say our kids that I can’t even look at him.
“I just moved. That’s why it’s so messy.”
“It’s perfect,” he says as he looks at the boxes piled against the wall. “You’re already packed. Grab what you need for the next few days and I’ll come back and grab the rest when it’s not raining. I don’t want everything to get wet in the back of my truck.”
“What?” It’s the only word I can manage to squeak out.
He looks at me with a hard stare that staggers me. God, his eyes… They get me every time.
“I meant it when I said that you’re my girl,” he says in a dominant voice that shakes me to my core. “You’re living with me now and that’s final.”
I swallow hard as I watch him walk back over to the dresser and look through the rest of my childhood pictures.
He raises an eyebrow as he holds up a picture of me in my cheerleading uniform from high school.
I shrug with a grin on my lips.
“Do you still have it?”
“What?”
“The outfit.”
Oh no… “Yeah. I think.” Let’s hope it still fits.
“Put it on,” he demands.
“No way!” I shout back.
“Please,” he begs with some agony in his voice. “I’ll make it worth your while. I promise.”
He’s got my attention piqued with that, so I search through a couple of boxes until I see the red and white pompoms with my old uniform.
He sits on my rocking chair while I go into the bathroom and slip it on. It’s tight with my breasts popping out of the shirt. I’m a lot fuller in every department than I used to be when I was sixteen.
I leave my underwear on the floor and then strut over to my man, swaying my hips and shaking my pompoms as he stares at me like a hungry man at a buffet.
He sucks in a sharp breath when I grab the bottom of my skirt and flip it up like I’m a showgirl from the fifties, showing him that I’m not wearing anything underneath.
When I get close, he reaches out for me, but I place a hand on his chest and push him back into the chair.
“You’re not the only one who likes to be in control,” I whisper in a seductive voice as I straddle him. He raises his bearded chin as I bring my mouth in close, but I tease him at the last second, taking my lips away as he groans.
“Ooh,” I moan when I drop my spread pussy onto his long erection. He’s already hard as a rock and it feels so good as I rub myself along his length, making a wet creamy mess on his pants. He doesn’t seem to care. He’s too busy sliding his hands up my shirt and touching my bare breasts.
I hover my mouth over his as my hair drapes down around him. “Want to fuck my little pussy?” I whisper over his parted lips.
“Always.”
“First, tell me what you want to do to me.”
My pussy clenches as he starts saying the filthiest things. “Not that,” I say in a breathless tone. “What you didn’t want to say this morning. What do you really want to do to me?”
He looks at the tingling spot on my neck and I know I’m close. I touch it with a trembling hand.
“Something here?” I ask, barely above a whisper.
He nods. His eyes darken.
I can barely speak. “Tell me. Please.”
“It’s my bear,” he says as he slides his hands down to my ass. He starts moving me back and forth along his cock, jerking himself off with my pussy. “He wants our mark on you.”
A shiver ripples through me. I want to be possessed by him in every way. I want him to own me. I want to be his territory.
I want to give myself over to him completely.
“Do it,” I moan as my lips graze over his. “Mark me.”
His eyes darken and he sits up a little straighter. “Don’t tempt me.”
“I want you to,” I moan as I feel an orgasm starting to come raging forward. “I want to be yours.”
He suddenly lifts me up as he explodes to his feet. Before I know what’s happening, I have my back on the bed, my skirt hiked up, and he’s pulling his hard cock out with a frantic hand.
It comes towering out of his pants and he thrusts it hard into me with one vicious pump of his hips. I cry out as my back arches. I’m dripping wet so he slides in easily, filling me up and making me feel like the luckiest woman in the world as he starts to fuck me harder than he’s ever done before.
This time isn’t slow and romantic like the last times. It’s fierce and primal. Every relentless thrust has the bed slamming against the wall. Each one has me crying out.
“Oh, yes,” I moan when his body starts to swell up again. He looks so fucking hot. So unbelievably sexy. My pussy aches in the best way as his cock thickens, lengthens, hardens with every deep thrust.
His shoulders are the size of boulders, his chest is big enough to cradle me against it. His teeth are growing sharp and pushing out his lips, making him look like a wild animal.
Maybe it’s because I’m his mate, or maybe I’m just a sexual freak and don’t know it, but it’s such a turn on to see him like this. Tilting on the edge of control as he claims me.
He’s eying my neck and the spot under my ear is tingling more than ever. I want to feel those big teeth in me. I want him to make me his.
“Mark me,” I beg. “Please. Just fucking do it.”
He pulls back his lips and I moan when I see how sharp and long his canines are. He lowers his head and sinks them into my flesh, making me cry out as I feel the stinging pain.
The warmth from his canines rushes through my body. My spine twists. My nails dig into his flesh.
And I come. Hard.
It ravages me with heat and pleasure and sends me spiraling off the planet. I feel like I’m falling as stars fill my eyes and my pussy wraps around his thick pulsing cock.
Cameron releases my neck and then roots himself in deep with a punishing thrust. He grips me hard and then let’s go with a deafening roar.
I feel his huge cock lurch and then it’s suddenly pulsing deep within my pussy. I moan uncontrollably as his hot creamy come fills every inch inside me. I’m hoping it makes its way to my womb. I want to be his in every way.
Fi
nally satisfied, his bear slinks back down. His body returns to its normal size as his hips slow to a soft easy rhythm, sliding in and out of me as he kisses every inch of my neck.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers as he kisses the tingling spot that now feels incredible.
I touch it with a trembling hand and my fingers steady. I’ll always be his. I have his mark on me now. He’s laid his claim.
This couldn’t be more perfect.
“It’s okay,” I whisper back. “I wanted it as much as you did. I just didn’t know it.”
He’s still hard inside of me and neither of us are close to being done.
It’s looking like another incredible afternoon with Cameron before we’re interrupted with a loud banging on my front door that startles me, but just angers him.
He looks expectantly at me and I just shrug.
“I don’t know who it is.”
He climbs off the bed and throws his pants on with a frustrated grunt.
I’m clutching the sheets to my chest as I watch him go to the door.
“Oh, hell no!” he hollers when he looks through the peephole.
With a growl, he yanks the door open.
And all hell breaks loose.
Chapter Nine
Cameron
My bear’s rage fuels my own as I glare at the three shocked faces staring back at me. They know they fucked up. Made a bad decision. Possibly a fatal decision if it’s up to my grizzly bear.
There’s a savage pounding in my ears as my heart ferociously pumps adrenaline through my veins. My fists clench. My teeth grind. All I can think about is destroying these men who have tried to take what’s mine twice now.
An edgy, twitchy feeling takes over as the closest of the three tiger shifters steps back from me with wide eyes.
Kill them.
Maul them.
My bear’s not into talking things out. Especially when it comes to our mate’s safety. He wants them dead. Any threat to our girl has to be eliminated. Permanently.
“Is Willow here?” one of them stupidly asks.
Hearing my girl’s sweet name on their vile lips makes me snap.
I just marked her and that possessiveness is still running fresh through my veins. It’s making me want to do violent things. Crazy things. Things that I might regret later if it gets me in trouble with the Sheriff.
“You don’t say her name,” I hiss through clenched teeth. “Ever.”
He gulps as I step forward into the hallway and close the door.
“Back off,” one of them says as my bear snarls loud enough for them to hear. “There’s three of us and only one of you.”
“But I’m fighting for my mate,” I growl back. “That’s always worth ten pathetic shifters trying to scare an innocent girl.”
They don’t say anything back. They know I’m right.
I’d take on the whole planet and win for Willow. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to keep my precious mate safe. And let’s not even get started on what my wild untamed bear would do for this girl that has our mark glowing on her neck.
She’s our obsession and nobody is going to take her away from us. I’ll kill anyone who tries.
“She’s your mate?” one of them squeaks with a gulp.
“Yeah,” I growl as I whip my head to glare at him. “She is. And you’re trying to take her.”
My bear can’t handle it anymore. I feel his rage taking over and I feed into it.
The closest guy gasps as I grab him and slam my punishing fist into his pathetic face. I crack him three times before his two friends leap onto me. One wraps his arm around my neck. The other starts trying to hit me in the face.
I let go of their friend and he falls to the floor with a bloody nose, a split lip, and with his eyes rolling into the back of his head.
After that, I just let my instincts take over.
I grab the arm around my neck and slam the guy into the floor. I keep him down with my boot.
The third guy hits me a few times, but I’m so jacked up with adrenaline and with the need to protect my sweet angel that I don’t even feel it. He feels my punches though. That’s for sure.
It’s already loud and chaotic in the hallway, but it gets even worse when the tigers start popping out.
My bear is itching for me to release him, but I’m a greedy bastard and these three punks are all mine.
The tigers rush forward, snapping their jaws and throwing deadly claws at me. I dart around them and start landing punches and kicks. The sound of their whimpers and whelps echoes down the hallway as I make them all pay for their hostile intentions.
I grab one tiger by the neck and start to choke him out when another jumps on my back and sinks his teeth into my shoulder. With a growl, I grab him with one hand and throw him into the oak door in front of us. He slams through it and the old lady in the apartment who’s watching a game show way too loud turns and stares at us in shock as a tiger slides into her living room.
My bear is snarling and whimpering for me to let him loose. He’s going berserk locked up inside.
Okay, fine. Your turn.
I drop my guard and let him come.
The tigers slink back as he explodes out of me with a bloodthirsty roar. He’s feral and ferocious as fuck as he attacks the three predators.
I watch in awe from inside as he lunges on one cat after the other. He’s rough and violent and completely in control. The tigers don’t stand a chance and they start to realize it.
He’s fighting for Willow. For our mate. For our future.
And he’s not letting them off easy.
I can feel his possessive fury ripping through our body as he slams a ferocious paw at a tiger, slicing through his stripes with his long black claws.
The tigers know they’re outnumbered and they bolt, bleeding and limping away. They dart through the old lady’s apartment, passing between her and the TV before leaping out of her open window, one after the other as the rain comes down.
She watches them go with a shocked face and then slowly turns to me, watching as the grizzly bear in her hallway shakes and then phases into a naked man.
I grab the door and smile at her as her wide eyes drop to my lower half.
“Good afternoon, ma’am,” I say to her as I close her door. She just stares with her mouth hanging open.
Poor Willow looks terrified in her bed when I come back in. Her clothes are on and she’s got a kitchen knife in her stiff hands.
“It’s okay,” I whisper as I go to her. I gently take the knife away and wrap my protective arms around her. “No one is going to hurt you ever again. I told you, I’ll kill anyone who tries.”
She melts into my embrace and it feels so good to have finally found her that it brings a tear to my eye.
I’ve taken all I need to. I claimed her body and marked her neck. My seed could be growing in her womb this very minute and if it’s not, it will be soon.
“You’re leaving this place for good,” I tell her in a firm dominant voice. “You’re mine now. You’re coming back with me.”
She’s buried in my arms but I hear a whisper. “Okay.”
I lift her up and take her.
I can come back and get her stuff another time.
Right now, I just need her in my bed.
Exactly where she belongs.
Chapter Ten
Willow
It’s taken a month, but we’re finally at the point in our relationship where we can trust each other. We both know we’re not going to hurt each other and we’re finally starting to get along.
“Good girl, Artemis,” I say to my amazing horse as we trot through the field on the way to the lake. Cameron is up ahead on Ares, his shirt off and his muscular back looking better than the spectacular view of the mountains. Nature has got nothing on this beautiful man.
I still can’t believe I’m his.
My eyes are locked on his slick shiny skin as we ride past the happy cows grazing along the hills, which are
looking green and fresh after all the rain we’ve had over the past few weeks.
This has been the best month of my life. I’ve finally found my home with my watchful protector Cameron and I’m not going anywhere.
He smiles when I catch up to him and it makes my heart feel a few sizes too big. It’s so soothing to be near him, to be draped in the protective shelter of his gaze. Everything has been so easy and pleasant. The long days helping and feeding the animals on the ranch seem to fly by way too quick, and the wonderful, heat-filled nights with Cameron have been just… amazing.
“Hey!” Julian shouts as he comes riding over on his fast horse named Apollo.
Cameron and I slow to a stop on our horses as his youngest brother comes galloping over. Julian is great, although all he talks about is finding his mate. He’s already obsessed with the girl and he hasn’t even seen her yet. It always makes me smile hearing him talk. It makes me wonder if my big obsessive bear talked like that about me before we met on the street and he almost ran me over with his truck.
“Hey, Julian,” I say as he arrives.
Cameron grunts. He’s always been a little possessive with me around other men, even with his brothers, but he’s starting to get better. Putting his mark on my neck helped a lot.
And it’s not like he doesn’t know that I’m only interested in him. He just can’t help it. He takes guarding his mate very seriously.
“If I have to watch a cow eat another blade of grass, I’m going to lose my fucking mind,” Julian says as he shakes his head. “I should be out trying to find my mate.”
“That could take decades,” Cameron says heartlessly. “And the cows need to be protected from predators.”
“My mate needs to be protected from predators! She’s out there without me.” Julian shivers just from thinking about it. “She needs me by her side. She needs my protection. She needs my watchful eye. She needs my big cock in her tight little—”
“Watch it,” Cameron warns.
I try to hide my laugh.
Julian has a vulgar dirty mouth and Cameron is always warning him when I’m around. He can tolerate his brothers talking to me, but he draws the line at any obscene language when his mate is within earshot.
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