Missy smacked Roi hard in the face again, shutting him up. His eyes swirled more as he thrust himself against her so hard that pain radiated throughout her body as Roi smashed her against the wall.
Is he part of Team I or Team II?
She didn’t want to alert Eadan that she was scared of Roi so she did her best to hide her fear. I think he’s part of Team I.
You think? Melissa, is he or isn’t he? I need to know. Is he the one…?
Something snapped her connection to Eadan.
“Look, I ended it for you, Melissa.” Roi’s long tongue darted out and ran over her cheek, causing her pussy to quake with anticipation and her heart to speed with fear.
“Get away from me. I think we both know that the only reason you’re standing here is to prove you can have whoever you want. You don’t want…”
Grabbing her breast with his free hand, Roi squeezed it. A low growl emanated from his throat. Missy couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. “I do want to fuck you, Missy. I want to feel what it’s like to have my bare cock buried so fucking deep in you that beg me for mercy. Why is that? I bet you know. Oh, yeah, because I’m your mate. What I don’t understand is how you weren’t sure if I was a shifter or not last night. See, you’re either one hell of an actress or a woman who was given only tiny pieces of the puzzle. I want you to tell me while I fuck you. I want to hear your sweet voice whispering the truth while I’m to the hilt in you.”
He licked her face again and put his lips against her ear. “Does that make me an animal or just a man tired of having your hot little ass waved in my face, teasing me, taunting me all the while hearing lies come from you?”
“No … no, not an animal … please, Roi.” When he didn’t move from near her neck, her breathing became shallow. He was a predator in every sense of the word. He was also Roi, the man she could have staked her life on never hurting her. The man she truly believed was her mate before he’d shown her this side. She’d been wrong only once in her lifetime when it came to someone’s character and didn’t want Roi to be the second. He had his faults. He was too cocky, too pushy, too horny, too Roi but oddly enough, that side of him was growing on her. This wasn’t the Roi she’d thought about non-stop for two weeks.
“Who are you?” she asked softly, not understanding how his personality had changed so much.
He reached down between them, and began working his pants open. “I’m the man that’s about to fuck you.”
That statement should have scared the hell out of her, instead, her mouth went dry and her breasts ached for his touch.
“If you really wanted me, you’d have taken me the first time we met.”
“Oh, I wanted to fuck you then too, Melissa. I’ve wanted to sink my cock into you from the moment I laid eyes on you, but you could care less. I’m tired of waiting for permission to fuck you, waiting for the thumbs up to proceed safely and I’m to the point that I could care less if you hate me or not. You’re my mate and it’s time you learned what that means.”
“Roi, I don’t hate you.”
Lifting her up and off her feet, he pressed his lower half against her mound. The head of his penis pushed at her, digging to get in. Her mind screamed at her to keep her legs shut, her body acted of its own accord, opening to welcome him.
“You don’t really want this, Roi. And I don’t want to be another feather in you cap. Please…”
Grabbing hold of her arms, he pinned her to the wall. “Tell me that you don’t want me to take you here and now and I’ll let you go. Say it and mean it, Missy. If you don’t want me as much as I want you, I’ll hand you your clothes and phone back. Hell, I’ll drive you where you want to go. But you need to mean it.”
Missy’s eyes widened as Roi aligned his cock with her entrance.
“Answer me, Missy,” he growled out. “Do you want me in you? Do you want my cock buried deep in your body?”
What did she want? Did she want to run or did she want all that he promised? Penetration. Satisfaction. Pleasure. Danger. “Yes.”
With that, he thrust into her, tearing her open with one hot, long, hard shove. Pain rippled through her as his girth pried her to the brink of breaking in two. He continued to enter her with his seemingly never-ending shaft. It had to stop soon--she couldn’t take anymore.
Roi growled as he continued to push into her. “You’re so tight. Uh, Missy.”
Missy cried out as a cross between a moan and scream broke free from her. “I can’t … Roi!”
He clamped his mouth down onto hers and shoved his tongue in, allowing her no time to protest. His cock hit her cervix and she yelped into his mouth. Roi snarled as he bit gently at her lips. Her body ached, burned everywhere from the massive intrusion that was causing her to cream like she’d never creamed before. The wet sucking sound of sex sounded as he withdrew slightly from her, before slamming back into her. Gasping, she fought to redirect the burning pain that was laced with so much pleasure that she never wanted it end.
* * * *
Roi held tighter to Missy’s wrists and he pumped the full length of himself into her body. She was so wet, so tight, so perfect. “Nirvana,” he whispered as he continued to take what was rightfully his, what was his own personal heavenly oasis—Melissa. She shifted and winced beneath him.
Pulling out halfway, he stared down at her. “Does it hurt?”
Missy cupped his face gently and gave him a soft smile that made his chest ache. “Baby, you aren’t a small man.”
Arching his brow, he leaned in and captured her sweet lips. The kiss was sensual and perfect. “Mmm, I know. What I don’t know is if I’m hurting you. If I am I’ll stop.”
She tightened her legs around his waist, driving him back into her. Her tight pussy fisted him to the point he wanted to burst. “Fuck me hard. I want all that you promised.”
Hearing Missy tell him to fuck her hard just about did him in. Knowing he wasn’t going to last long in her silken depths, Roi did as she instructed--he fucked her hard. The beast within wanted out. It wanted to mark her. So did Roi. Needing her to acknowledge that she belonged to him, he pumped into her fast, making tiny yelps come from her. “Mine,” he growled out. “You are mine, Melissa. No one else’s. Now and forever.”
Missy moaned and bucked against him, nipping playfully at his lips as he rode her body. “Mmmhmm.”
“Am I yours, Missy doll?” he asked doing his best to hold off his ejaculation.
“Yours … I’m yours, Geoffroi, and you are mine. No one else’s. Just mine,” she panted.
Saying he was elated was an understatement. He wanted to run through the streets with a flag of victory held high in the air. Never in his long life did he ever think he’d feel this victorious, this ecstatic, this happy pledging himself to one woman and one woman alone. As Missy’s tight channel grasped at his shaft and her scent, a mix of patchouli and rain forest, assailed him, he knew he would never look back, never look at anyone but at her.
“Ahh, right there, yes there!” Missy wrapped her legs around him tighter, squeezing his midriff as he continued to sink into her. Her hot core seized hold of him, acting as a vice on his cock to the point that if he moved another inch, he’d more than fill her with his seed.
“I’m coming, Roi … oh, gawd, yes, fuck me harder, harder!”
Ah, hell!
“In you or on you?” he asked, his breathing labored. The muscles in his neck bulged as he fought to not only restrain the beast within, but his orgasm as well. His balls tightened to the point they hurt and he had to fight to keep his teeth from lengthening.
“What?”
“Do you want me to come in you or on you? There’s no going back, Mis.” He bit each word out as his body threatened to shift shape while still in Missy. Somehow, he didn’t think that would go over well. “Hurry, decide!”
Ah, hell!
Every bit of reason in him told him to pull out and ejaculate on the floor, but when his balls drew up even more and his back went rigid, he knew it was too la
te. Semen shot forth from his cock, filling her womb, saturating her with his seed, his lycan semen, and forever sanctifying an unbreakable bond between them.
“Mine,” he whispered. He knew his eyes had shifted.
The second Missy looked up at him, he saw hers shift to ice blue. “Yes, I’m yours and you are mine. Don’t ever forget that, Major.”
Missy threw her head back and rode him wildly as he continued to deposit his rich seed within her. His mouth burned for the change. The wolf within wanted to bite her, mark her too, claim her and then fuck her again.
Just when he thought he couldn’t possibly have another ounce of come left, his cock twitched and spit forth another load. Waiting until the last wave of his semen spilled into her, he pulled out slowly and let Missy down gently.
Her swirling gaze shifted downward and a sultry smile played across her face. “You’re still hard.”
Glancing down, his eyes widened. “Damn, I am going to die of erection overload.”
“What?”
His cheeks reddened as he gave her a sheepish smile. “Missy doll, I’ve had a hard on since the moment I laid eyes on you. I just had the most incredible sex ever and I’m still hard as a rock. Woman, you are going to kill me.”
“Maybe,” she said, dropping to her knees before him. “Or maybe not.” Her hot mouth clamped around his cock and they moaned simultaneously. She pulled back long enough to look up at him. The sight of her long black lashes and dark brown eyes staring up at him was one of the most erotic things he’d ever seen. “You taste like us--and it tastes like heaven.”
She swallowed him fast and he swore he hit the back of her throat. Missy showed no signs of discomfort so he didn’t object. If she wanted to deep throat him, who was he to stop her?
Looking down at her, watching as her black hair spilled over her tiny shoulders, drawing his attention to her curved ass, he knew that he was right--she was his, his mate, his wife and he’d never been happier.
You’re mine--forever.
Pinching the loose skin at the base of his penis, Missy pulled it taut as she worked her hot little mouth over it. “Ah,” he whispered, grabbing hold of her hair gently. “That’s it, doll baby, take it all, take it deeper. Yeah, oh, that feels so fucking good. Suck me, baby … uhh, just like that. You’re killing me.”
She varied her licks and sucks, causing his legs to shake. If he passed out getting head, he’d never live it down. Reaching out, he used the top of the television in an attempt to steady himself. Missy flickered her tongue over the tip of his penis so fast and so skillfully that he almost lost the battle to stay vertical.
“Ahh,” he whispered, as she dug her fingernails into his upper thighs.
Bobbing her head feverishly, her hot mouth worked his cock into a state beyond pleasure, one that he’d never been to before. Another orgasm loomed, threatening to break free if he didn’t calm down. Missy raked her teeth down the length of his shaft gently, killing his resolve.
Ah, hell!
Grabbing her shoulders, he attempted to move her off him. She remained planted on her knees with his cock firmly rooted in her mouth, sucking as come shot out of him. His body shook and his eyes rolled back into his head. Feeling Missy drinking down every last drop of him was too much for him. He gave into the weakness in his lower extremities and slid down to the floor.
I’m never going to live this down.
* * * *
Missy reached out and cupped Roi’s face. Never before had a man left her with the burning need to taste him again, even when she’s just had his come sliding down his throat. Roi’s taste, his manly smell, all of it drove her made with desire only serving to make her want him more.
Sliding over him, she sat on his lap and cradled his head to her shoulder. “So, I take it you liked that?”
The slight grunt, partial moan that tore free from his lips confirmed he did. As he slid his arms around her waist, Missy had the strongest urge to tell him to never let go. Unsure where it had come from and unwilling to lay her heart on the line like that, she just held him to her.
Roi stroked the back of her hair, slowly playing with it as he went. It was such a tender thing to do that she was caught off guard. It was as though he were doing his best to dispel all preconceived notions she had of him. Sadly enough, he was fast causing her to rethink more than just what she thought about him—he was making her rethink if her heart was ready to open to another once more.
She went to pull away but found Roi tightening his hold on her. “Mmm, no, stay with me like this. At least for a bit.” He kissed her collarbone. “Or forever. I’m open to suggestions.”
* * * *
Holding Missy in his arms, Roi tried to remember a time in his life when he’d cuddled with a woman after sex. He drew a blank. She brought things out in him that he never knew existed. Things that he’d have tried to drink, party, even fuck away. Now, all he wanted to do was make Missy swear to always let him hold her, know she was safe and with him.
Oh, how the mighty have fallen.
If the other guys had any idea that he’d not only fallen for Missy but was dying to make sure he woke to find her in his arms daily, for the rest of his un-natural life, they’d never let him live it down, especially Wilson. He seemed to find it funny that Roi had no desire to commit and could barely, if ever remember the name of the last woman he fucked. As he ran his fingers over Missy’s smooth back, he could think of nothing but her name and never being without her again.
Missy moved slightly. Roi stilled, not wanting to wake her from her peaceful slumber. She purred again and the sound melted his heart. How anyone could want to harm her was a mystery to him. So full of life, so full of wonder, Missy was perfect and his.
A burning in his hands started. Roi took a deep breath in, hoping to calm the beast that was trying to rise. It wanted to lay claim to her. Make her its own. She wasn’t ready for that yet. He was though.
Chapter Ten
Missy snuggled closer to Roi’s warm body. After their marathon love making session they’d showered together, had sex again and finally crashed. Sleep had come quickly to her and when she’d woken with a start, she immediately reached for him, afraid that she’d dreamt it all.
Damn you, Geoffroi Majors, for making me fall for you!
The rational side of her brain told her to run, get away from Roi and the rest of his super-human crew as fast as she could. She would bring them nothing but trouble. They’d be safer without her. Unfortunately, the non-rational side was winning out. Tracing a light line down the curve of Roi’s arm, she shivered as she felt how hard his muscles were even in sleep mode. He was perfect and scary as hell.
What a great combination. Can’t wait to take him home to meet the folks. Look, Dad, here’s a man that may be scarier than me. Bet you can’t wait for grandkids. Who knows what they’ll turn into?
As her mind waged a sarcastic war with itself, Missy soaked in Roi’s strong features. His chiseled jaw, dimpled chin, and flawless skin seemed too perfect, too beautiful to be real. Yet here he was, sleeping softly next to her, living, breathing, hers.
Mine?
The idea that she’d tied Roi to her when she’d returned his claim scared her. She’d more than fallen for him, she was head over heels in love with the man. That terrified her more than she wanted to admit. She prayed that he was right, that he was her mate. The doubt he’d planted by his actions earlier still plagued her.
I can’t go through this again. I can’t have another one taken away from me.
Missy turned and rolled out of the bed slowly, not wanting to wake Roi. She needed time to think, to sort things out and she was hungry. Not wanting another embarrassing stomach growling incident, she decided to go poke around his kitchen to see what he had to eat. Images of typical bachelor foods sprang to mind and her stomach turned just thinking about it.
Creeping slowly around the bed, Missy reached out for the door handle. Suddenly, a large weight hit her, slamming her into
the door. She cried out and the pressure eased.
“Missy?” Roi asked, sounding surprised.
“Uh-huh,” she murmured with her face smashed against the door at an odd angle. It wasn’t painful so much as it was uncomfortable.
He eased up on her and she turned to look at him. “I’m sorry, doll, I didn’t realize it was you.” Cupping her face fast, Roi kissed her forehead. “Did I hurt you? I’m sorry, honey. I didn’t mean to…”
Reaching up, she touched his cheek lightly. “No, I’m fine.”
He kissed the palm of her hand, causing it to burn lightly as sensations of pleasure headed directly for her sex. She wanted to pull him into the bed and play with him until the sun came up but she also needed to eat. Her body tended to burn food fast and getting run down was not a good thing for her. It left her vulnerable to attacks.
“What are you doing up?” he asked, kissing her lips quickly.
“I was hungry.”
“I’m sorry, baby. I should have fed you sooner.” Grabbing hold of her hand, he pulled her out of the way as he opened the door. “Come on, I’ll take care of that.”
“Roi, you don’t have to. I didn’t mean to wake you. I can get something for myself.”
“Nonsense, I enjoy cooking when women stay over. Always good to feed ‘em after you fuck ‘em.”
What? Feed ‘em after you fuck ‘em?
Heat rushed through Missy’s body as she realized that she’d given her heart to a man who thought nothing of her. She truly was another notch to him. If that wasn’t bad enough, the thought of Roi and all his women made a wave of nausea run through her. How could she have laid claim to a man like him? She jerked her hand out of his and he turned.
“Missy?” He reached for her, but she backed away, wiping her hand quickly on her leg like it might actually help to remove any traces of Roi. It didn’t. “What’s wrong?”
Feed’ em after you fuck’ em?
Roi’s eyes widened and from his appearance, she guessed that he’d taken a dip into her thoughts again. “I didn’t mean … what I was trying to say was … you are the only … shit, I’m sorry.”
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