He grinned a feral smile then pulled her closer. “As you’re mine.”
Chapter Nine
The taste of Becca on Hunter’s tongue was pure bliss. She sat on his lap, his cock pressed against her ass, and he wanted to keep her flavor forever. She wiggled in his hold, and he groaned, his cock aching at the contact.
He pulled back, breathless. “If you keep wiggling like that, I’m going to come, and it’ll ruin my reputation.”
She raised both brows—he loved that she couldn’t raise one a time, though she tried. “You have a reputation? Should I ask?”
He bit her lip, hard, then soothed the sting with his tongue. The little gasp from both actions went straight to his dick. He held back a groan and adjusted himself. “No one matters except you.”
“Good answer, boyo.”
He grinned then moved her so she straddled him, his cock directly against her heat, only his jeans and the sweats she wore between them. She threw her head back and sighed at the contact. Since she’d left her throat so vulnerable, he couldn’t resist leaning forward and licking down her neck, biting down softly at the juncture.
A shiver went through her body, and he growled. “I’ll mark you here a bit later when I’m balls deep in that pussy of yours, your inner walls clamping around me as you milk my cock. Then we’ll be mated in truth, our bond cemented.”
She lowered her head, her gaze glassy already. “That should sound odd, but damn, I want you to bite me.”
“My pleasure.”
He wrapped her hair around his fist and pulled. She let out a little gasp that again went straight to his cock then rocked against him. He pulled her head to the side and sucked on her neck, needing her taste forever on his tongue. He could feel her scorching heat through his jeans and knew she was ready to come as soon as he touched her, but he didn’t want her to go just then. No, he wanted to tease.
Hunter stood with her still in his arms, his hands on her ass, and she gasped. “Where are you taking me?”
“You’ll see,” he growled.
He sat her on the edge of the table and pulled her shirt up over her head. She barely had any time to react before his mouth was on her nipple, sucking the tight bud between his teeth.
“Jesus, Hunter. You don’t pull any punches, do you?” Her breath quickened as she spoke, and he could scent her arousal.
Oh yes, his little mate wanted this. Badly.
He slid her nipple out of his mouth then kissed between her breasts. “I never pull punches. It’s who I am, my Becca. I’m a wolf. I fight, fuck, and do everything balls out.”
She gasped at his words, pushing her chest up ever so slightly that he just had to lick and suck on her other nipple. Come on, it was right there. She tasted of berries, sweet, delicious berries. He’d never thought nipples or any person could taste so sweet, but hell, this was manna.
He felt her fingers tangle through his hair, pressing him closer to her breasts, and he smiled. She wiggled against him so he pulled back, needing to see the desire in her eyes.
He wasn’t disappointed.
Dark pools of heat and lust filled her pupils, letting only a small rim of green remain. He couldn’t wait to make her lose it all. She would fall to her knees, and shake with release.
He quickly divested her of the sweats she wore, loving that she raised her bottom for him as if she couldn’t wait any more.
Neither could he.
Then he knelt between her legs and spread her knees apart.
“Hunter…”
“Shh, Becca, let me.”
He saw her nod from of the corner of his eye, but didn’t let his gaze leave her pussy—so wet, so pink, so…his.
He just had to take a taste.
He licked around the edges of her pussy, letting his tongue dart into her heat then back out again so he’d tease and tempt. He let his hands slide up her thighs then put one hand on her hip to keep her steady and let the other slide to her pussy. He pressed his thumb on the hood of her clit then rubbed hard circles around it, not touching it directly. She moaned and tried to push closer, but his other hand kept her still.
“Hunter, please, it’s too much.”
“Not yet, Becca,” he groaned, sucking and licking her pussy. Fuck, her juices tasted even sweeter than her nipples—like honeyed syrup, perfect for his tongue.
He flicked her clit once, loving the way her ass shot off the table, then pressed her hip down again before rubbing harder around her clit. He repeated this process over and over, keeping his mouth on her pussy, and finally, she came hard against his face.
She screamed his name, her inner walls clamping around his tongue, and he continued to lick, needing her to be on edge again before he did anything else. She squirmed, and he lapped up all her juices, not wanting to miss a drop.
He finally kissed the inside of both thighs then stood on shaky legs. His cock strained his zipper, and he had a feeling if he didn’t take them off he’d have permanent teeth marks on his dick.
“Dear. Lord.”
Hunter chuckled at her breathless words then scooped her up and took her to the bedroom. She lazily wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder. He fell just a little bit more in love with her easy trust, and his wolf prowled below the surface needing to mark and mate.
He set her on the edge of the bed then stripped out of his jeans. His cock bobbed against his belly, and he smiled at Becca’s wide-eyed reaction.
“Is that all mine?” She smiled but didn’t move her gaze from his dick.
Hunter threw his head back and laughed then walked toward her and cupped her face, forcing her gaze to his.
“All yours. Everything I have is yours, baby.”
She grinned then leaned forward, licking the head of his cock.
A jolt of lust zipped down his spine, and he groaned. “Holy fuck, okay, don’t do that. If you touch me, I won’t last much longer, and I need to mark you. Now.”
Her mouth quirked in a smile, and she leaned back on her forearms, her breasts bouncing a bit as she did so.
“You’re no fun.”
Hunter narrowed his eyes and let out a soft growl. “I’ll show you fun, Becca mine.”
Carefully, in case she still was sore, he quickly sat on the edge of the bed and moved her to his lap so she faced him. Her knees were on either side of his thighs, her pussy sliding against his cock. He’d been through torture before, but this sweet, exquisite version had to be his favorite.
She placed her hands on his shoulders, her gaze never leaving his.
“Are you ready for this?” he asked. Even though it might kill him to stop, he would. This wasn’t going to be a normal coupling. No condoms between them and birth control wouldn’t work on their first mating, not when more was at play than just simple biology. If fate wanted a baby to come from their bond, then it would.
Soon he’d sink in teeth into her shoulder, and they’d bond fully, becoming mates for life, not something that could be changed or taken lightly. He wanted this more than anything, more than he’d thought. The council might want him to find a mate, but he’d wait longer to form the bond if that was what Becca wanted.
This coupling would also show Becca her new paranormal side, something scary as hell to a human, he would think.
Everything would be different.
He didn’t care.
He wanted her, and he hoped to the gods she wanted this, wanted him.
Becca moved her hands up his shoulders to frame his face. “I want this. I want a future. Let me love you, Hunter.”
He sucked in a breath at her words then gripped her hips to raise her into position. With their gazes locked, he slowly slid her down. She gasped, her eyes widening, her breath coming in pants at the intrusion. His breathing matched hers as her silky heat surrounded his cock in beautiful agony.
Finally she sat on his thighs, skin to skin, his cock fully in her pussy. He let her sit there for a moment while they both adjusted to the feeling.
He had to concentrate hard not to come right there.
“Ride me, Becca.”
She blinked then slowly smiled. “I figured you’d be the guy who wanted control.”
He growled softly and nipped her lip. When her pussy tightened around his dick, he sucked in a breath. His little mate liked to be bitten.
Good to know.
“I love control. I’ll have all of it. Right now, though, I want to watch you ride me. I want to watch your breasts bounce as you move. I want you to come around my cock, your juices sliding around us, slippery and wet. Then, only then, will I take back control and fuck you hard and long before mating you.”
“Yes,” she whispered.
He grinned then sucked in a breath as she moved. She rolled her hips then slid up and down his length. Hunter ran his hand up her side then cupped her breast, even as she moved, needing to touch her. She rode him hard, and he concentrated on her breasts and her pleasure so he wouldn’t come. As a wolf, he could go more than once in a bout of sex, but he wanted to come for the first time as he marked her.
Call him sentimental.
Becca closed her eyes as she rode him, and he slid his hand down her belly to stroke her clit. With just that one movement she was off again, coming hard around his cock.
He gritted his teeth so he wouldn’t come in her tight pussy. Her body shook, her head thrown back, and fuck, she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. While she was still riding her high, he pulled out then set her on her knees on the bed. She was still falling to the bed as he pumped into her from behind.
“Holy shit,” she breathed.
He smiled then gripped her hips, pistoning into her. She leaned forward and gripped the bed sheets, and his gaze followed the long line of her back. Sweat broke out over each of them, but still, he fucked her hard.
No, not fucked, this was something more. He already felt the connection brewing, already felt the heat that was something more than just a chemical reaction.
This…this was everything.
He pumped into her, and she moved her ass back, as if needing more of him. Tingles started at the base of his spine, and his balls tightened. He knew he didn’t have much time until he came.
He leaned forward so his chest lay against her back. She turned her head, and he captured her lips in a scorching kiss.
“Mine,” he growled.
“Yours,” she whispered, her gaze glassy.
He pumped into her one more time, hard, then bit into her shoulder. She cried out in bliss, and he came.
He jetted into her pussy, his cock throbbing, and he felt the mating bond snap into place. It wasn’t a bond that gave them the other person’s innermost thoughts and feelings, but rather a solid connection to another being.
Hunter slid his teeth out of her shoulder then licked the wound. She’d already started healing at his touch, but the mark would be there forever. He moved to lay on his side, his cock still deep within her, and pulled Becca close to his chest.
“Becca?”
“I’m here,” she mumbled, her voice heavy, soothing.
“Are you okay?” He knew he’d been rough, but hell, he hoped he hadn’t hurt her.
“I’m…perfect,” she whispered, and he could sense the smile in her voice.
He smiled back, content for the first time in forever, and kissed her mating mark.
She gasped at the sensation, and he licked the mark again.
“Stop doing that. I can’t come again.”
He chuckled but moved his lips back, not wanting to overwhelm her more than he already had.
He pulled out of her and almost had her turned to face him when she froze, her spine stiffening.
“Becca?”
He quickly leaned over her as her body started to shake, her eyes rolling back in her head.
“Becca!”
She seized beneath him, and her body started to glow with golden hue that quickly changed to a green hue and back again. He pulled her close so she wouldn’t hurt herself.
Fuck.
Ambrose and Balin had mentioned that the change would happen right after she made love with her true half, but he hadn’t expected it to be this dramatic…this painful for her. What had he done? He hadn’t wanted to hurt her, and now look at what was happening.
After what seemed like an eternity, she stopped seizing, and the golden and green glow faded. He pushed her hair back from her face and looked over her body for any signs of injury or what she had turned into, but he couldn’t tell anything.
He took a deep breath, and her spicy scent mingled with something new filled his nostrils. He frowned then leaned to take another breath.
Leprechaun.
His mate was a leprechaun.
He smiled at the thought.
Well, that was new.
Becca fluttered her eyelashes then stared at him. “What happened?”
Hunter kissed her softly, needing to reassure himself that she was okay.
“We bonded, and you changed, sweetie.”
She swallowed hard then looked down at herself, well, what parts she could see as he was still currently leaning over her.
“What am I? I don’t see anything different.”
Hunter smiled then sat between her legs so he could pull her onto his lap. She leaned into his hold, and he gripped her tighter. “You’re a leprechaun.”
Becca pulled back and blinked. “You mean the little dude on the cereal box who has a pot of gold, likes rainbows, and is lucky?”
Hunter snorted. “No, not like that, the same way I’m not some angsty teen or some weird half man-half wolf movie reject.”
Becca laughed, and some of the tension eased from her—precisely what he’d wanted.
“So what does this mean? Why aren’t I different? I feel kind of like I’ve been gypped or something. Lily and Jamie have awesome new looks, and I’m still me.”
His grip tightened, and he kissed her hard. “You’re still you, and I like the way you are. Leprechauns, like all paranormals, are different. You’ll glow gold when you have heightened emotions, so we’ll have to control that. You’ll also have a little bit of magic, I think. We’ll have to ask around about that. Oh, and you’ll be able to teleport.”
He grinned as her eyes widened at that last remark.
“Really? Hell yeah. The other girls can’t do that last part.”
“See? You’ll like it.” Though he’d kind of wished she’d end up as a shifter of sort, this new development was nice. He’d be able to help her through every step as she learned who and what she was. As her mate, he’d be by her side and be her protector.
His wolf paced inside him, eager to protect, but happy at her safety nonetheless.
When Becca learned control, she’d be able to protect herself better as well. She’d not only be able to teleport away from danger, but also use her strength to fight back. The other wolves wouldn’t be able to harm her when he couldn’t be by her side.
He calmed at that last bit.
Yes, this was for the best.
“What about my luck though?” she asked. “I mean, I trip over everything in my path and run into walls and doors more often than not. How the hell am I supposed to be this lucky gold thing?”
Hunter snorted. “Baby, I think you’re just a klutz. I don’t think being a leprechaun will have any impact on that.”
Becca narrowed her eyes then leaned forward to bite his lip. He stiffened, aware that she’d behaved as his mate, playful and territorial.
His wolf howled, and he almost joined in.
Oh yes, he was going to like being mated.
Hunter framed her face and brought her lips to his. Gods, he’d wanted this woman, and now she was his. His wolf loved her already. She might have been weaker than him, but her spirit was strong. The man though… did he love her? Hunter knew he wanted her, admired her, respected her, and liked her. It was a given, though. Right?
He had a feeling he was well on his way to being fully in
love with her.
This was his mate, his future, his life.
He’d do everything and anything to protect her.
Even fight the Pack he’d fought so hard to come back to.
Chapter Ten
If one more person bumped into him and Becca again, Hunter might have to growl at his Pack mates.
Again.
Walking around the den should have literally been a walk in the park.
Not so much.
“Why are they all still staring at me?” Becca asked as she leaned into his side.
Hunter narrowed his eyes at some of the wolves who couldn’t keep the fascination of the Beta’s new mate off their faces. It had been a little over a month since they’d bonded, and the Pack hadn’t yet gotten used to her daily presence.
The two of them had fallen into a routine of sorts within the Pack. In other words, they spent most of their time in bed, on the couch, in the shower, or on the table letting the mating urge ride them. They also got to know each other a bit more, though he knew Becca had more to tell him about her past.
That would come though.
They hadn’t left the den, even though he’d wanted to make sure she knew she had a choice. She’d insisted on staying there to get to know how his world worked. She wanted to immerse herself with the wolves and learn all she could. Then later, she promised, they’d go back to the human world where he could learn about her life. Dante had already promised that he’d take care of her job and home, so that hadn’t been an issue. Though her friends missed her, he knew they’d welcome her back as soon as she was ready.
Big changes like a new mating, new species, and being kidnapped required time to adjust, and he had a feeling she wasn’t ready to face her friends with all of it until she was settled. His job was to make sure she felt safe while she focused, and so far, it was working.
Soon though, they’d go to the human realm, and he’d have to be the one who got stares and odd looks.
He’d be ready as long as Becca was by his side.
Becca had also made friends with Liam, Alec, and, not surprisingly, Leslie. He’d had a feeling Leslie would be part of their lives, even if it was in a little sister role. Leslie might have been a couple decades older than Becca, but Becca had taken to the elder sister part seamlessly. Dorian, though, had been an issue. Not a big one considering the three council members were keeping things quiet recently, but an issue nonetheless. The wolf didn’t like sharing his sister and, frankly, was treading on thin ice.
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