by Jenika Snow
“Drevin, I haven’t ever seen anyone act like you did, just attack someone with such … power.” She turned and faced him them, her emotions clear on her face.
“I won’t apologize, Allie. I can’t.”
She shook her head. “I would never ask you to apologize, and I’m not upset.” She looked down at her hands. “I’m just stunned. That violence brought back memories, Drevin.” She looked at him again. “It brought back memories of when I was with Tray, and the things he’d do to me.” Her voice shook, and he hated himself now, hated that he was a beast in human skin.
“Please, just let me get my bearings, because right now I’m stuck in the past.” She grabbed his hand and held it for a second, then got out of the car. He should have just stayed in the vehicle, gone home and tried to control himself from claiming her. He should have made her see he’d never be a gentle male that let things go. He didn’t want her to be hurt, didn’t want her thinking about the past anymore. God, he was a fucking animal.
The rain started to pour down instantly, and he knew that if he were smart he’d let her be. But when it came to her he couldn’t let it go. He fucking loved her, and she needed to know it, see it, but most of all feel it.
Chapter Nine
Allie leaned against the front door and closed her eyes. She saw Tray in her mind’s eye, using his violence to get what he wanted, killing a man right in front of her, then shooting her up with drugs and taking her amongst the blood and gore like a fiend. That was where her mind was, and she hated it, hated that she couldn’t let it go.
There was a pounding on her front door, and she squeezed her eyes shut for a second before opening them and turning to face the scarred wood. She opened the door, the rain pouring hard and angry, and Drevin standing on the other side, his face a mask of pure, unfiltered emotions: anger, lust, confusion, worry. She shouldn’t want this, not after she’d seen him nearly kill a man at that restaurant. He’d gone over the top alpha on the man that had knocked into her, causing his beer to tumble over her outfit.
The water dripped down Drevin’s hair, making the blond strands seem like spilled ink. His eyes looked so dark, so haunted, and almost remorseful. She didn’t speak, didn’t know what to say. Maybe she shouldn’t have run off like that and left him in the car, but after seeing him hit that man hard enough that he was out cold, picturing it over and over in her head, she’d snapped. She had felt all kinds of emotions running through her: fear, shock¸ horror, and the realization that this man was not a man at all, but a fierce killer that was more animal than human.
“Can I come in?” he asked in a low, deep, and slightly harsh voice.
Maybe she should have said no, or shut the door because she knew the repercussions, the dangers of being with a man that was so possessive of her that he’d be willing to kill a man, hurt him beyond repair. Did she want a man like that in her life? Tray had been possessive, but it had been to the point he was cruel, treated her like a prisoner at times, and how she’d have to obey him in all things—even if those things were vile, disgusting situations where she was forced to yield to other men. Despite Drevin’s dominating nature, she knew in her heart he wasn’t a cruel man. He was protective, and that had been what tonight had been about. Now she felt foolish for leaving him in the car like a childish teenager. If she’d thought about it, really thought about why he was like this, and why she was so fragile concerning this, maybe she’d be able to understand where he was coming from.
She stepped aside, knowing that she wanted to be with him, even if a part of her didn’t want to have silence in her life. Drevin was a shifter, a male that went on instincts, and he wanted her like no other man had ever desired her. She closed the door once he was inside. Allie stared at the hard planes of his body that were showcased through his white, wet t-shirt, showing her the ripples of his abdomen, and knew this man was an animal, a beast, a bear, and totally hers if she allowed herself to stay out of the past. He was gorgeous in a primal, wild way, and he looked at her like he wanted to devour her right then and there.
“I’m sorry about acting like that at the restaurant. It’s just when I saw that drunk bump into you, then try and touch you—” He shook his head and closed his eyes. “I lost my shit. It’s not an excuse, but my bear is in control when shit like that happens with you.”
“What do you mean?” She thought she knew what he was talking about, but she didn’t want to assume anything. He opened his eyes, the darkness swallowing her up and causing her to take a step back as awareness slammed into her.
“When it comes to you and my animal, you’re the priority. He’s a selfish bastard, and has already decided that there isn’t another mate for him.” He watched her intently. “You’re it for me, Allie. You’ll be it for the rest of my fucking life.”
She swallowed at the determination in his voice. He moved closer, and the scent of him, of his cologne and something wilder, more untamed, consumed her. “What about the human side of you?” she asked in a smaller voice, not sure if she wanted the answer, or just wanted him to ease this arousal that claimed her as soon as she saw him in her doorway.
The truth was he was a violent man by nature; she knew that by the cut he wore and the reputation he had, but also by the danger that came from him. Maybe this life wasn’t what she envisioned after she left her life with Tray and the drugs, but she knew in her heart that when she was with him everything felt right. He stopped in front of her, the scent of the fresh rainwater not able to hide the animal that lurked under the surface of his skin.
“You’re my woman, my old lady. I’ve claimed you in all ways but one.” He lowered his gaze down to her lips, then lower still to her chest that heaved up and down from the force of her breathing. “It doesn’t matter that we haven’t fucked.” He leaned in an inch, so close to her mouth she smelled the warm sweetness of his breath. “It doesn’t matter that we didn’t even get to finish our date.” He lifted his gaze to her face. “I’ve claimed you, Allie. Do you know what that means to a male like me?”
She stared at him with what she knew were wide eyes.
“It means that you’re mine,” he said low, menacingly. “I’ll kill any man that thinks they can take you from me. I’ll break bones, rip limbs from sockets, and snuff out a life as easily as if it were a fly on the wall if anyone thinks that they can have you.” He made this low, deep growling noise, and a shiver coursed through her body. “It means I won’t let you go, and I know that you don’t want me to either, baby. Isn’t that right.” He didn’t phrase it like a question. “Yeah, you feel it, too, know it deep inside.” He inhaled. “In fact, your pussy is wet for me, soaked and ready for my cock.”
He was shifting before her, his bear coming forward. His body grew, his muscles getting larger, his eyes blacker, and his canines longer.
“You see what you do to me?” He leaned in another inch, ran the tip of his tongue up her throat, and she allowed her eyes to close and enjoy the feeling. His scruff scraped along her skin, and the noises he made had her wetness coming faster from her pussy.
Not thinking, just needing to feel him, she closed the distance that separated them and kissed him, hard and with as much passion as she felt for him. She felt ludicrous now that he was close to her and explained where he had been coming from. His grunt of surprise spurred her on. Her clit throbbed, and her pussy ached to be filled. Sliding her hand to the front of his jeans, she wondered if he’d stop her this time.
“Fuck no, I’m not stopping. I need you, Allie. I fucking need you like my animal needs out to extinguish its rage.” He murmured against her mouth, grabbed her hair, and tilted her head back. When she reached the hard, thick length straining against his material an involuntary moan left her. As if that sound broke him, Drevin gripped her shoulders and pulled her closer, impossibly so.
She curled her hand around the iron-hard ridge that was secured behind his fly, and a shudder went through his body.
“I want you so damn badly, baby.” His hi
ps jerked forward in her grip, and a thrill went through her. One of his hands slid off her shoulder and made a slow trek down her side and rested on top of her thigh. The heat from his touch went straight through the material. In the next instant he gripped her thigh and lifted her easily off the ground.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, and kissed him like she’d never been kissed before in her life. He moved backed, his mouth still on hers, his hands cupping her ass. He made it into the living room miraculously, and when he was seated on the couch she straddled his waist, their kiss never breaking. Both of his hands were now gripping her hips, and he pressed her down on him at the same time that he lifted his crotch against her pussy.
“God,”
“Not God, baby. Just a bear shifter that is head over heels for you.”
She closed her eyes as her pussy, only covered in a pair of cotton panties pressed aggressively against his jean-clad cock. The skirt she wore wasn’t super short, but when he’d lifted her it rode up her thighs, and everything was bared for him right now. She didn’t even care that her thighs and ass were on display, didn’t care that she thought of herself as fat at times, because it seemed Drevin liked what she had going on. The need to feel more of him, all of him, was so strong she had to break the kiss and gasp for air.
“I want so much more of you, so much more from you.” Drevin started kissing her neck, and she tilted her head to the side, relishing the feel of his lips and tongue sliding along her flesh. “I want you to submit to me, to let me claim you. I need you to tell me you’re mine, Allie.” He licked a path over the shell of her ear, and she moaned. “Like that, don’t you, baby?” He ran his tongue over the spot again, and she shivered. “I want inside of you so badly.”
A gasp left her at his blunt statement. A warm wave washed through her, and she found herself grinding herself on him, needing nothing between them and his cock inside of her. Brain fuzzy from desire, Allie felt Drevin run his palms over her ass and cup the mounds, giving them a squeeze.
Drevin turned them around so she was now lying on the couch, her legs spread wide around his narrow hips, and his big body looming over her. He made short work of getting her skirt and panties off, and although she hadn’t been with a man in far too long, she was ready for this.
Allie needed Drevin like she needed to breathe. The hardness of his muscles felt incredible against her softness. This wasn’t her past; this wasn’t a time in her life where she wanted to forget, and so she enjoyed what was happening, embraced it even. The movement of his body against hers wasn’t forceful, wasn’t demanding. It was a man who wanted a woman, a bear that wanted his mate, and she felt it in her bones that she was his mate. He broke the kiss, trailing his lips along the side of her jaw and down to the erogenous spot right below her ear.
“So good, baby. You feel so good beneath me.”
And he felt so good on top of her. The hard length of his cock pressed against her bared pussy. She liked the roughness of his jeans, loved that it sent a spark of pleasure and pain through her.
“I want to make sure this is okay, even though I can’t stop, can’t even control myself around you anymore.”
“It’s good. Don’t stop, Drevin.”
“I’ll never stop.”
She was so wet for him, so ready to take him into her body. Mouth hot and wet from Drevin’s kisses, she breathed out, felt her heart beating in her throat and heard it in her ears. Their hips started moving as if they had a mind of their own, a rubbing and thrusting against each other that made her body hotter with need. Could he tell how wet she was through his jeans?
“I can feel your heat. God, it’s driving me insane with lust, driving my fucking bear to the edge.” His voice was nothing but a distorted growl.
Tilting her head to the side, she closed her eyes. A moan left her at how incredibly good it felt to be touched by Drevin. He speared one of his hands into her hair while the other made slow work of moving down her body. The heavy weight of his hand rested on her lower belly. Her stomach clenched, her pussy tightening, trying to hold onto something substantial, and a gush of wetness left her.
When his hand started moving lower, her body shook with the force of how much she needed this.
“You’re shaking, baby.” The deep, husky timbre of his voice shot straight to her clit.
“I’m shaking because I need you, Drevin.”
“Fuck, Allie. I’m so damn hard for you. My cock could rip through my jeans for how badly I want in your body.” The large, callused fingers of his hand slipped against her inner thigh. The roughness of his touch had her moving her hips, trying to get him closer to the part of her body that was aching the most.
“Shhh, baby. I’ll take care of you, don’t worry.”
“Please, Drevin.”
“Yeah, you want this.” He slipped his hand between her legs and spread his fingers through her slick folds. “You have no idea how much I want to be inside of you, to feel your body gripping me, bringing me closer to the ecstasy I know I can only have with you.”
Mouth gone dry, all Allie could do was stare at him. His words were low, but held so much arousal. Her muscles clenched with the need to be filled by him.
“Tell me where you want my fingers.” He murmured the words against her lips, his fingers on her pussy, but she knew he wanted her to say she wanted them inside of her. He was tormenting her with pleasure, and she couldn’t get enough. Could she tell him what she wanted? Could she tell him that she might not be a virgin, but she certainly wasn’t versed in saying what she wanted sexually?
“I—” Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and just let herself be free with him. “I want you to touch my…” God, could she actually say it aloud? Just do it. Get over this hurdle. Be someone that you want to be. “I want you to touch my pussy, Drevin. I want your fingers deep inside of me … getting me off.”
His whole body shook atop hers, and his fingers twitched on top of her pussy lips.
“God, Allie. You have no idea how turned on I am right now, how much I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you.”
The feel of his tongue on the shell of her ear had a small gasp escaping her. When his hand molded between her thighs fully, she arched her back and cried out. It felt so damn good. So good.
“Fuck. You’re so hot and wet.” He licked her ear, moved the muscle along the inside of the shell, and a shiver worked through her. “You’re so ready for me, aren’t you? Your pretty pussy is soaking wet, primed for my big cock.”
Her answer was a moan. His thickly callused fingers slid along her folds, teasing her, tempting her. A fresh gush of moisture left her. The shirt needed to go. She needed to be totally nude for him, bared in every possible way.
Placing her hands on his chest, she gave a gentle push. The vibrations of the growl that came from him speared up her arm, but he retreated an inch giving her space. Only a second passed between them and then she was gripping the hem of her shirt and lifting it above her head. The bra was next, and there she was, naked in all forms for this man that she wanted more than anything else.
Throat so dry, like she’d swallowed sand, Allie stared at him, looked at the harshness of his face. The fierce look in Drevin’s eyes had her feeling bolder, feeling like she didn’t have to be afraid of anything. The heat from his body wrapped around her, and she found herself lifting her hand and running it along the collar of his shirt.
Before she knew what was happening, or maybe her thoughts had been visible on her face, Drevin moved back enough to remove his t-shirt. The chest that was revealed had her throat tightening. For a man that was in his early fifties he had a body that rivaled any twenty-something year old.
He was hard and defined, tattooed and even pierced. The small silver barbells that were through his nipples was not something she thought she’d find attractive But the more she stared at him, at the glinting of the metal, at the black and colorful ink on his pecs, shoulders, even the full sleeves o
n his arms, had her whole body being covered with sweat from her arousal.
The muscles of his upper body flexed as he moved. His body was so pronounced, with its power and strength. He reached for her, bringing her body flush with his and kissing her senseless. Their combined breathing was fast and labored, and she knew she couldn’t wait any longer. Already she had let so much of her life slip away, but not now, not with Drevin. She wouldn’t ever make that mistake again. Drevin gripped her waist and pulled her up so she was straddling his hips now. He still wore his jeans, but the definite outline of his erection pressed incessantly against her, as if it wanted to be let free.
“I’m going to take you on a bed, not a damn couch.”
She murmured against his lips where her room was, and before she knew what was happening she was on her bed. He leaned over her, running his tongue along every square inch of her exposed flesh. Goosebumps formed on her body, and she found herself gripping onto his shoulders, pulling him closer.
He moved his body lower, kissing a scorching trail of wet kisses until his hot breath teased the skin right above her pussy. Her gaze was riveted to the sight of his wet hair, of the way the water still dripped off of the strands and landed on his shoulders. He lifted his gaze, staring at her from between her thighs. Heart pounding a frantic rhythm, she held her breath as she watched him opened his mouth, and move his tongue closer to the part that ached for him. There she lay, completely naked, her legs spread, and a powerful man’s hot and humid breath sliding over the most intimate part of her.
“Oh, Allie baby,” he said on a moan right before he covered her pussy with his scorching mouth. Over and over he dragged his tongue along her cleft, moving to her clit and circling the engorged bundle of nerves, before dragging it down to press against the opening of her body. It was an incredible feeling, consuming even.
“Oh. Drevin.” She closed her eyes and arched her neck back.
“You taste so fucking good, so sweet, musky, and all mine.”