Kelly moaned and the sound drove Yates close to the edge. He fucked her harder, driving his cock into her pussy and his thumb into her ass. He watched closely as Jax used his free hand to reach down and toy with Kelly’s nipple. She arched her back, indicating she liked it. She came with a start, her pussy clenching him tightly.
Thrusting into her, he let out a ragged cry as his balls drew up and his seed exploded into her warm depths. He pushed in, rooting himself in place as his cock twitched, jetting cum. Her pussy milked him.
Kelly drew back from Jax’s cock and stared back at Yates. Jax was still hard and hadn’t released yet. Yates locked gazes with the man, knowing how much more the shifter wanted. He didn’t want the man touching his wife at all but he knew he owed Kelly greatly for what he’d done to her. For what he’d made her.
Turning her to face him, Yates bent and kissed her lips full on. He tugged on her gently, easing himself to the floor so he could lie on his back. She came eagerly, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
“Minx,” he teased.
“Panther,” she offered back.
Yates gave a Gallic shrug. “Same difference.”
Kelly moved up over Yates, straddling his waist and sinking down onto his still-erect cock. She gasped, noting how he felt even bigger from this angle. Once she was settled, Jax moved up behind her. Confused, Kelly glanced over her shoulder at him, instantly recognizing the hunger in his eyes.
His gaze flickered to Yates briefly. He nodded then stared at her ass, seeming fixated.
“Jax?”
He glanced at her briefly before returning his gaze to her ass. “I’m going to mount you, Kelly.”
She drew in a sharp breath and Yates picked that moment to pinch her nipples. Turning her attention back to him, she began to move on him. Jax caught hold of her hips and held her in place as he lined up the head of his cock with her ass. He teased the opening, pushing in a bit and pulling out.
“It’s not going to…uh…oh gods.” She hissed as white-hot pain shot throughout her lower half. Too full.
Yates thrust upward, continuing to tweak her nipples as Jax moved his cock into her ass. Never before had she felt this full. The pain ebbed away, making room for pleasure. The noises coming from her bordered on animalistic.
She could feel their cocks pushing at the thin barrier separating them and wondered if they could feel one another as well. The very thought of their sacs slapping into one another as the juices from her pussy coated them both was nearly her undoing.
Kelly bent, capturing Yates’ mouth with her own and crying out in his mouth as an orgasm moved through her. Her pussy clenched around his cock and her ass mirrored the action.
Yates and Jax pumped harder, faster, making her body go numb with pleasure for a moment.
Jax withdrew a fraction of a second before he came. He fisted his shaft, pumping it as he ejaculated over his hand. His jaw went slack and Yates set his attention back on his mate.
She gazed up at him, her lavender eyes holding something he’d not noticed before. He couldn’t be sure but he thought it might be lust.
Not lust, she pushed into his mind. Try again.
Shocked she was able to initiate their telepathic communication, Yates licked his lower lip and he drew out of her. As he leaned back, Kelly’s eyes widened. She gasped, reaching for him with inhuman speed.
Confused, Yates shook his head. She yanked him toward her and began ripping his shirt from his body, running her hands over his skin. “You’re not hurt?”
“What?”
Jax let out a soft laugh. “Relax, Kelly. Your new husband obviously picked up a few traits of a shifter after claiming you.”
Still not following, Yates tilted Kelly’s chin and kissed the tip of her nose. “Explain.”
Tears filled her eyes as she touched his cheek and forced him to look back toward the window. When Yates spotted the morning sun shining through, his first reaction was to seize Kelly and shield her from it with his body. He didn’t care that sunlight was fatal to him. He only wanted to assure she was safe. It didn’t matter that he’d waited for what felt like forever to find her. If she was harmed, life wasn’t worth living.
A shaky laugh escaped her. “I’m safe, Yates. And you don’t have to risk yourself to protect me. Look. It’s not hurting you.”
She was right. The sunlight wasn’t harming him. He put his hand out into its rays, amazed to feel the sun’s warmth without pain. Kelly slid her hand down his arm and placed her hand in his. They stayed like that for what felt like hours but was actually just minutes. Vaguely, Yates heard the sound of the front door closing and knew Jax had left. Pulling their joined hands to him, Yates stared down at his wife and tried to find the words to describe the way she made him feel.
Kelly gave him a slight shove, causing him to tip backward and go onto his back into the sunlight. She straddled his waist and was pumping his cock before he could comment. As she slid over it, she smiled wantonly.
She winked. “I think you’re looking for an ‘I could grow to love you, Kelly’, but that’s my personal opinion.”
Yates cupped her breasts as she rode him at a slow, steady pace, savoring the moment. He wasn’t a man known for sharing his feelings or being overly affectionate to anyone yet the need to set her straight left him doing something he never thought he’d do. “What if I’ve already grown to love you? What then?”
She stilled for a moment before biting her lower lip and riding him faster. He wanted to force her to answer him but the feel of her tight cunt taking him deep overpowered him. Yates tipped his head back and thrust upward, countering her every move.
Kelly leaned down, continuing to move up and down on him. She slid her long, dark hair to the side and exposed her neck to him. “Bite me, lover.”
He did and the second he tasted her blood, he felt her sink her teeth into his shoulder. His cock erupted violently as she reached culmination as well. They stayed locked like that, lying in the morning sun, sucking on one another and joined until sleep came. As Yates pressed a healing kiss to Kelly’s neck, he knew the Fates were right in selecting her as his true mate. He didn’t need time to get to know her more. He already knew he not only could love her but did love her.
Chapter Three
Kelly came to and blinked, staring around her bedroom. After their shower, Yates had carried her to bed and she’d drifted off, in need of sleep. Now she tried to sit up and was surprised to find her wrists bound above her head. Upon closer inspection, Kelly found her feet were tied as well, spread out wide for the offering.
“Yates?” she called out, fear making its way to her.
He appeared in the bedroom doorway, his dark hair unbound. “How are you feeling?”
She tugged at the ropes holding her in place. “What? Why?”
Rubbing his temple, he sighed, his powerful shoulders slumped with what looked like the weight of the world on them. “You do not remember?”
“Remember what?” She squirmed, to no avail. “Yates, why am I bound?”
“You bolted upright in your sleep, the bloodlust was high in you.”
Her pulse beat so fast and furious that it was all she could hear for a moment. Her throat was dry as she stared wide-eyed at Yates. “W-what?”
“You harmed no one. You have my word.” He glanced at her bound wrists. “I was left no choice but to assure you remained in place during it though.”
“Did I hurt you?” she asked, her voice small. She’d seen what someone over the edge could do. It wasn’t pretty.
Yates’ cocksure grin told another story. He winked. “Yes, and I enjoyed it very much.”
Her mouth dropped open. “You enjoyed it? What did I do?”
Turning, he put his back to her, allowing her to the see the raw scratch marks that covered him. They looked to be starting to heal over but that didn’t matter. What did was the fact she’d inflicted pain upon him but had no memory of it. “I’m sorry. I didn’t…”
Yates glanced over his shoulder, his gaze smoldering. “I would like very much for you to do it again. Make no mistake, Kelly, I challenged the demon I passed on to you every step of the way.”
She was about to ask who won but the ropes holding her to the bed made it clear Yates was victorious. “Thank you for not letting me hurt an innocent.”
He nodded with his chin as he faced her. “You should have full control of the vampire portion of yourself soon enough. Until then, I shall assure you cannot get away.”
Her eyes widened. “You’re going to keep me tied up?”
His lips parted and his tongue darted out. “The idea has merit.”
She yanked on the ropes, making her bed creak. “Yates!”
Unbuttoning his pants, he kept his gaze trained on her. He wrapped his fingers around his thick erection. He worked it, causing a bead of pre-cum to escape from the tip. He rubbed it over his shaft and brought his hand to his mouth, licking it and putting it back on his cock, providing even more in the way of lubrication. “You have a good deal of fight in you, ma petite.”
Kelly stilled, not liking the fact she’d lost control to the point she needed to be tied down to keep people safe. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“I have already stated I enjoyed it.” He advanced on her, stroking his cock on the way.
“What are you going to do to me?”
A triumphant smile moved over his face. “I am going to play with my wife.”
She wiggled, causing a torrent of cream to flood the space between her thighs. “Untie me.”
“You,” he came to a stop next to the bed and towered over her, “are not in charge here. I am. The demon I passed on to you learned as much last night. Now you shall learn the same lesson. Perhaps, between the two of you, you will come to an understanding.”
A small shiver raced through her at the thought of being dominated by him in this way. “Will you hurt me?” She knew he wouldn’t but had to ask all the same.
Yates traced a line down her chest with the back of his hand. He skimmed his way down her stomach and stopped at the vee of her thighs. “I very much wish to play with you, Kelly. Would you like that?”
A slow blink and a slight nod was her answer to him.
The edges of his mouth quirked up as he stepped away, going to the dresser. He returned with two wooden clothespins. She gave him a puzzled look and he winked. “You lack the right equipment so I improvised. When we are back in my home, we’ll have access to all of my toys.”
Improvised? Toys?
He bent over her and tweaked her nipples. They were already hard and the additional stimulation left her arching her back to him. Yates took a clothespin and pinched it over her nipple. Kelly yelped at the feel of it. While slightly painful, it provided an added level of stimulation she quickly found herself enjoying. Yates did the same to her other nipple. He cupped her breasts, giving them a good squeeze, making her moan.
He kissed his way down her stomach to her mound and spread her folds. He stuck his long tongue out, giving her an exaggerated lick. A spasm tore through her lower region as he found her clit. He climbed up and over her, the look on his face dangerous, hungry, arousing.
Kelly narrowed her gaze on him and bit her lower lip, wanting more.
Yates forced her legs apart and leaned up, toying with her breasts again. He bent, nipping at them. His fangs caught skin and she moaned, tossing her head back, hoping he’d take their play further.
He did.
He bit and began to suckle the blood from her. The clothespins teased her nipples, making her belly curl with the knowledge that her orgasm was close. Yates lifted his head, her blood dribbling down his chin. He came up over her, pressing his mouth to hers. Coppery sweet fluid filled her mouth as his cock head nudged at her wet entrance.
She kissed him, circling his tongue with her own. Yates smiled into her mouth and lifted a brow. “Mmm, you make it hard to remember I’m attempting to remain in control.”
“All I did was kiss you,” she whispered, the thrill of getting him riled up making her feel wanton.
“I know.” He flicked one of the clothespins, making her gasp as a twinge of pain moved through her. It was perfect. Exactly what she needed to counter the effects he had on her. She wanted more and hoped he’d go further.
“There is so much I want to do to you, Kelly.” He took hold of his cock and rubbed it through the juices of her pussy. “So many ways I want to play with you.”
“We have forever.” As she said it, Kelly wondered if he truly wanted her for all eternity.
Never question that again.
Her head snapped up at the sound of his voice in her mind.
Yates rubbed his coated, slick cock over her clit and then teased her opening. He pushed in enough to stretch her and stopped. She bucked beneath him, trying to drive him into her without success.
Yates kissed her lips and continued to hold back, refusing to give her what she wanted—what she needed—him. He withdrew and sat back on his knees, staring down the length of her.
“Yates. Please.”
Yates soaked in the sight of the woman he was now forever bound to and fought to keep a joyful smile from bursting over his face. She was his. Forever.
Her nipples were red from the clamps and he leaned forward, releasing them. Kelly drew in a deep breath and the scent of her arousal assailed him. He tossed the clothespins aside and began massaging her breasts.
“Untie me,” she said. “I want to touch you.”
He shook his head, choosing instead to lick the indentations the clothespins had left behind. Kelly jerked and struggled to be free but it was pointless. She was his until he decided to free her.
If I decide to free her.
She gulped loud enough for him to hear. “If?”
Yates grinned, happy with the knowledge she was starting to read his thoughts with ease. As a good little mate should.
Spreading her legs wider, he eased himself into her. Her pussy welcomed him but was so tight he gritted his teeth to keep from coming as he slid home. Throughout the course of the night, Kelly had tossed, turned, struggled and even attacked him, all while under the influence of the bloodlust. It had saddened him to have to resort to restraining her but now, as he eased into her warm, wet cunt, he knew he would happily bind her again and thoroughly please her, just as she deserved to be pleased.
Yates glanced down the length of himself at the exposed portion of his shaft. It glistened, coated with Kelly’s cream. The sight alone was enough to drive him over the edge. Unable to control himself any longer, he thrust into her, going to the hilt.
His mate’s skin was flushed and her lips were parted. An invitation if he’d ever seen one. He kissed her, mirroring the actions of his cock with his tongue, thrusting, drilling, pounding.
Kelly moaned and sucked at his tongue as her pussy pulled at his cock. Giving in, he let loose, coming deep within her. She bit his lower lip to the point it bled and his cock twitched as her pussy clamped down on him, milking him.
Tipping his head, Yates kissed her gently, his eyes twinkling with mischief as her cunt continued to pulse around his cock.
Kelly rubbed her nose on his. “Was I a good girl? Will you untie me now?”
“Do you truly wish to be free of me?”
An impish smile appeared on her face. “I should but I don’t.”
Chapter Four
“Now that you have me here,” Yates wrapped his arm around his wife of a week and held her close, “what do you want me to do?”
The lights from the club were annoying. Their flicker distracted him, making him think he saw shadows inching in around them. He was paranoid. It had been a long time since he’d gone out to party on the town. So long, in fact, that the last time he’d found himself in a bar of his own free will was shortly before the last big plague outbreak in Europe. He’d spent the night fucking several serving wenches until his cock was chafed and he’d drunk his fill. Yates was thankful he
was immune to human diseases and unable to impregnate anyone but his mate. He hated to think of the things women who frequented establishments such as that would have carried.
He shuddered.
The very idea of sinking into anyone but the woman next to him now repulsed him. He let his gaze rake over her slowly, wondering what it would be like to have a child with her. They hadn’t discussed the matter yet, nor were they taking any precautions to prevent such a thing from occurring. His mind wandered briefly to what their children would look like. Would they be tall? Would their sons have her eyes or his? Would their daughters be as beautiful as their mother?
A knot coiled in his stomach as another thought occurred to him.
Would their children be vampire, shifter or both?
While he and Kelly had come to terms with what the other was, breaking the boundaries once established between their kinds, the rest of the supernatural community was still at odds. Hate wasn’t something easily swept under the rug and peace would be a long time coming between the shifters and vampires. Yates almost refused to bring Kelly to a club known to occasionally have his kind within its walls. So far, he sensed no other supernaturals among them but the club was filling fast and with the press of so many bodies around him, even he could miss the signs.
“You’re thinking loud again.”
He met her gaze. “Am I?”
“Yes. You worry too much.”
“About?”
“Me. Any children we might ever have.” Kelly kissed his shoulder and smiled up at him. “They’ll be perfect regardless what traits they do or do not have, Yates. Stop obsessing, it’s making my head hurt.”
“So,” he dragged her closer to him, “you are not opposed to having little ones?”
She was silent for what felt like forever before putting a palm to his chest and exhaling loudly. “Yates, you need to understand something about me.” She frowned. “About my body. Because I am what I am,” she gave him a pointed stare, “I’m only fertile at certain times of the year. This isn’t one of them.”
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