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by Moxie North


  She thought he was going to stand up, but in an instant she found her legs slung over his shoulders and her ass in his hands. He pushed her back against the door and buried his face in her pussy.

  Pru couldn’t help but let out a yelp and grab onto his hair. His beard brushing roughly against her delicate skin was freaking amazing. She could have sworn he had the longest tongue she’d ever come across, because he was licking every part of her, tasting and sampling her sweet juice. He kept rubbing his nose along her swollen clit as he pushed his tongue into her tight hole.

  “Fucking beautiful cunt,” he said as he paused to stare at her. She didn’t think eyes could touch, but his were. Touching every part of her wet flesh—she could feel herself quiver under his gaze.

  Pru didn’t bother responding. She was so close to coming she was focusing on that and that alone. Hell, she wasn’t even going to give him any shit about using the c-word. When he said it, it wasn’t derogatory, it was worshipful. That totally worked for her.

  She really needed him to get back to her clit. Her orgasm was at a peak from all the teasing since she’d shown up. Yeah, the fight was bad, but fuck all if it didn’t turn her on a little too. Then that first kiss. He took it. Didn’t ask, didn’t trick her, just took it, and it fucking rocked.

  Now he was between her legs and she needed him to finish what he started.

  “Mav, please,” she said, her voice breathy and desperate.

  She expected some witty banter. Instead she heard a zip and sucked in a gasp of air as she was stretched wide by Maverick’s cock as he stood up. His dick sliding into her wet heat, tunneling to the end of her in an invasion she welcomed. Grabbing her thighs and wrapping them around his waist, he moved one hand around her hips and the other held one of her legs. He pressed his hips deep against hers, sealing them together. The pressure against her clit was amazing and at the same time not enough.

  She couldn’t see it, but she knew without a doubt he was the biggest she’d ever had. His cock was so long she was filled up with him. It was also wide, her pussy stretching and lubricating to accommodate him. Her chest rose and fell as she felt her slick tissues give way to him. He seated himself fully inside her and held himself there.

  Pru realized she still had her hands clenched in his hair and tried to relax them as she relaxed her muscles around his cock.

  “Thatta girl. Not that you don’t feel like a fucking vise, but a sweet hot cunt. I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to move until we found our fit.”

  “So big,” she moaned.

  “You made it that way. My cock has been hard since I met you. You made it hard, you made it big, it’s yours to take,” he said, sealing his mouth over hers.

  Pru wasn’t normally a greedy person, but at that moment she would absolutely take everything he was giving her.

  “Move, please. I need to come.” Pru also believed in communication. Ask for what you wanted and you’d usually get it.

  “How bad? How bad do you need to come? You want me to make you wait? Drag it out, tease you until you beg?”

  “No,” she said, gasping as he slid out and thrust back into her. “I want to come hard and fast.”

  She didn’t care what it sounded like. She only cared that she was on fire and there was only one way for her to quench it.

  Maverick didn’t say anything to that, he just flexed his hips into her again. He buried his face into her neck and started pounding her against the door. The sounds of the wood slamming against wood and the slick sounds of flesh meeting flesh were only broken by the moans and panting between them.

  “Yes, God, yes!” Pru keened as his cock dragged against every nerve that was sizzling inside her.

  She thought she heard another growling sound that was more of a rumble, then the barest nip of his teeth against her neck. He didn’t bite hard, just enough to hold her neck to the side. It made her even crazier and she could feel her orgasm reaching its peak.

  “Mav, I’m gonna come,” she warned.

  “You come hard on my cock, baby, squeeze me tight,” he ordered when he released her neck.

  Pru was past the point of talking anymore. She was working on getting oxygen into her lungs as she ground her pubic bone against his hard stomach, getting the friction she needed.

  She thought she was almost there when her orgasm crashed through her like she’d been blindsided. Pru grabbed around Mav’s neck, her nails digging into his skin. She arched her back against the door and came bucking over his cock, her pussy pulsing with juice, coating both of them. She heard him make a noise and felt it vibrate through her body as her pussy was coated in his hot cum, mixing with her own orgasm and with the slick sounds of Maverick still pumping into her body. Pru couldn’t stop her body from bucking, bumping that little bundle of nerves against him, trying to get every last shock of pleasure out of her orgasm.

  Maverick thrust one more time into her, keeping himself buried to the root, pulling her leg higher on his hip. “Don’t move,” he ordered.

  Prudence didn’t think moving was something that she was going to be doing anytime soon anyway. Her muscles were fluttering over his cock that was still rock-hard inside her. They were sealed together, and Pru let her mind wander to the obvious. They hadn’t used any condoms. She quickly ran through the scenarios and dismissed them like a naïve high school girl. There was nothing to be done right then, so she decided to have a panic attack about it later when she was at home.

  Not knowing how long she was expected to stay there, she leaned her head back on the door again. Maverick’s face was still buried in her neck and his beard was starting to tickle her.

  “Mav?”

  “Yeah?” he replied, but didn’t move his head.

  “You gonna let me down?”

  “No.”

  Well, that wasn’t what she was expecting. “No? Like no not yet, or no forever we have to live stuck together by bodily fluids for the rest of our lives like conjoined twins?”

  She felt him chuckle against her and he lifted his head. She searched out his eyes and saw relaxed Maverick. It wasn’t something she’d seen yet. Tense, angry, confused, sure. Not relaxed.

  “Uh, I should probably have a moment to myself.” She figured this wasn’t a completely unreasonable request.

  “I don’t think I can do that,” he told her, his brow losing that smooth relaxed state.

  “Can’t or won’t?”

  “It’s complicated.”

  “How about I have a moment, you have a moment, and we meet back here to discuss our moments.”

  She saw his hesitation before he slowly set her down. There was very little dignity in only having one leg out of your pants. Normally Prudence would find it hysterical, but this seemed too important to find any humor in it. She leaned down and pulled up her pant leg with as much grace as she could muster. She picked her purse up off the floor where it had slid off her during their tussle, and squaring her shoulders, marched to the back of the cabin where there were two doors. She figured one was a bathroom. As she made it to the door, she heard the zip of Maverick’s jeans.

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  Stepping inside, she closed the door behind her. “Oh my God, Pru, you are an idiot,” she whispered.

  Prudence did the best she could cleaning up. Stuffing one’s undies in one’s purse is never a classy moment. But Prudence was never ashamed of her sexual encounters. They were always her choice and well thought-out. Up until now, that was. Never had she been so crazed to get a man inside her. She was sad that they had been so clothed. She wanted to feel his skin. She wanted to run her hands and mouth over the muscles, and lay her bare body against his.

  Instead, they’d humped against a door like a pair of naughty teenagers. That was swell. And the lack of protection! Prudence was suspended in junior high for handing out condoms during lunch. She had one in her purse; she always brought her own. But her desperate need for Maverick didn’t even make that a thought. It was sex and sweat and panic-inducin
g need. If she wasn’t so sure he felt the same way, she would be dying of embarrassment.

  Knowing he was out there waiting, she took a look in the mirror and saw bruised, swollen lips, bright eyes, and pink cheeks. Yup, she looked well-fucked.

  Taking a fortifying breath, she opened the door and found Maverick standing in the middle of the room, his arms folded over his chest. His shirt and leather vest were back on.

  “Hey,” she said, trying to break the ice.

  “Hey.”

  “Sooo, that was weird. Sounds a little cliché, but I don’t normally do things like that.”

  “You think I do?”

  “No, I wasn’t implying anything. I guess we just have some chemistry.” She tried to laugh it off a bit, but it wasn’t very funny.

  “It’s not chemistry.”

  Prudence frowned at him. He was standing there like some biker statue. He looked like he stepped out of one of those television shows that inaccurately portrayed club life. At least that was what Pru always hoped. Those shows were way too gory for her. But he was all tough leather and patches. He wore heavy rings on his fingers, along with a cuff made out of leather on one of his arms. His wallet was attached by a chain and his hair looked windswept from riding.

  He looked tough, capable, and unlike anything she’d even been attracted to. Not that she’d had a lot of opportunities to run into bikers in her life. It was something about who he was and what he did.

  “No? Was I just convenient?”

  “No, I can get tail whenever I want. I choose not to.”

  “We really need to have a regular conversation that includes you using multiple syllables put together to form complete sentences. Otherwise we are going to be here all day.”

  Maverick glared at her, then said, “What do you want to talk about?”

  Prudence had about a million things she wanted to discuss. Alphabetically would be helpful, but maybe not the best way to go. She instead chose important—but not overly intimate—like talking about how they were just physically attached and sharing orgasms.

  “How about you start by explaining why you beat the shit out of a man that was talking to me?”

  Maverick didn’t want to have to explain that. Even though it was pure instinct to do what he did, it wasn’t what a human man would do. They wouldn’t pummel someone for looking at a girl they had no claim on. At least not to the extent Mav had. Stitch would heal, so he wasn’t concerned in the slightest with the damage he’d done. There was no way that asshole couldn’t smell that she’d been around Mav recently. It didn’t take much for a wolf to put his scent on a mate. Their skin soaked it up and it remained even through showering. Humans wouldn’t smell it, but any wolf could. That fucker knew what he was doing.

  When explaining to Prudence why he did what he did, he had two choices: lie or tell her the truth. If he wanted her to stay he should lie. If he really thought she was better off without him, he should tell her the truth.

  “He touched what belongs to me.” That answer came out of his mouth before he’d made a decision on which way to answer. His wolf was pushing what he wanted to say into Mav’s mind.

  “Since when do I belong to you? I mean, I think you’re interesting and for some reason I seem to be drawn to you. Hot sex against the door notwithstanding. That’s why I was here today, hoping to change your mind about meeting me for coffee or maybe even dinner. I didn’t expect to get in the middle of a cage fight for standing and talking to someone. I don’t think you can lay claim to someone you barely know.”

  “I can if you are meant to be mine. It isn’t my choice.”

  “That doesn’t make an ounce of sense. How am I supposed to be yours if it’s not your choice? It’s all about choice. Choosing to get to know someone, choosing to learn about them, choosing to date them. See? Choice.”

  “Not for me. I’m not like other men. I don’t get to choose. The fates chose for me.”

  “Again, I’m all for signs from the universe and all, but nobody can choose for another human being, even the fates.”

  In that moment Maverick needed to make another decision. His wolf jumped ahead for him, pushing his answer to the surface.

  “I’m not human, so it doesn’t apply to me.” Maverick was amazed how easy it was to tell a human a secret you have kept so closely hidden your entire life when that human was your mate. He realized there was nothing he couldn’t tell her. Nothing that was sacred or protected that she didn’t deserve to know.

  “Not human, huh? So, Mr. Not Human, is that why you beat up that guy? Was it a not human mystical smackdown?”

  “Smackdown? Where the hell do you get this stuff?”

  Prudence just frowned at him. “Well?”

  Sighing, Maverick turned and walked to the back of the couch a few feet away and leaned against it, sitting his ass on the back and taking the weight off his leg. He figured this would also make her feel safer for what he was about to say.

  “I don’t know about mystical. I don’t even know how I am the way I am. My kind has always just been. Ever since there have been humans, there have been people like me.”

  “And you are…” Prudence had a look about her like she was talking calmly to someone who had the potential to be unstable. Mav didn’t blame her. It sounded unstable and it was about to get worse.

  “I’m a shifter. A wolf shifter actually. My kind waits until the fates match us with our mate. There is one person in the world that is meant to be ours. The perfect partner for both parties. Once a shifter meets their mate they will never want another.”

  That was more of an explanation than he had planned on giving, but it came tumbling out. He knew his wolf was behind it. His control over his animal was nonexistent in the presence of their mate. It was too instinctual to be honest with her.

  Maverick stared at her, watching to see if she was going to believe him. If he were honest with himself, he could see it going either way. He just didn’t know which way he wanted.

  The silence stretched out between them. Prudence’s face really hadn’t changed much, giving no indication what she was feeling. Maverick just waited. He was patient, and what she said next was going to be the deciding factor for how this was all going to end.

  Before she said anything, she slowly walked towards the battered wood table near the kitchenette. She pulled out a chair and sat down, placing her back to Maverick. He wasn’t sure what that meant. Taking a chance, he pushed away from the couch and walked over and took a seat across the table from her. It looked like they might be entering negotiations, and his wolf was all for that.

  It meant she wasn’t going to run.

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  Prudence started to open her mouth to say something, then snapped it shut. She tried again, but nothing would form. Instead, she clasped her hands together on the top of the table and looked across at the man that still had a pull that made her want to crawl across the table and kiss the shit out of him.

  That would not be practical no matter how fantastic a kisser he was. Toe-curling, panty-dampening fantastic, but that wasn’t the point. There was also the fact he’d made her come by fucking her against a door. Also not the point.

  He’d just said he was a supernatural person that was a shifter.

  Prudence, being a decent fan of science fiction, was not unaware of this term. That wasn’t confusing. What was confusing was having the tough biker tell her that he beat the snot out of a guy because the universe decreed her his mate. That she was having a little trouble swallowing.

  He didn’t seem to be joking. In fact, he looked scarily serious. Logically being in a room with a man that thought he was able to shapeshift—and being alone with that person—probably wasn’t smart. Prudence didn’t feel like she should be afraid. Maybe she should be just a tad concerned that he might be fucking insane.

  Taking a breath and clearing her throat, she tried again to form words. “So…you think you’re a shifter.”

  “No. I am a shifter.
There’s no thinking.”

  “Okay. So are you a general shapeshifter? Like, can you turn into other people, or what?”

  Prudence was trying really hard to not talk down to him like he was a simple child. It wasn’t easy; her self-preservation instincts were telling her to go cautiously into this conversation, and she was heeding that warning.

  “No, there are no shifters that turn into other people. Not that I know of anyway. I’m a wolf shifter, a canine. As is the rest of my pack and club.”

  “A werewolf?”

  “No, werewolves are from horror movies and only come out during the full moon and kill their way through a cast of stupid teenagers. I, on the other hand, can shift whenever I want into a full-grown wolf, then shift back to human whenever I want.”

  Prudence had to give him credit. He was speaking calmly and rationally. There was no agitation or signs that he wasn’t in control. That meant one of two things: either he really believed that he was an animal shifter ,or that he was an animal shifter.

  During her travels she’d met many people who believed in the legends of shapeshifters. When she was in Brazil a little old woman told her she needed to be on the lookout for Ecantado. It would appear to be a snake or dolphin, but then sneak out of the water and turn into a beautiful woman that would kidnap you or make you ill. There were even stories of Lobisomem, a werewolf-like creature. So there were plenty of people around the world that believed in these things. Prudence wasn’t even totally opposed to the idea. She wanted to live in a world where there was magic and the supernatural. She’d just never actually experienced it herself.

  “Does anyone else know about your—uh—abilities?”

  “I’m not making this shit up, Pru. I’m a wolf. My pack, my club are all wolves. That big guy that broke up the fight was my Alpha and President, Deacon. I was literally raised by wolves because my mom and dad are shifters. I’m human until I want to let my wolf out. It’s simple really.”

 

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