by Claudy Conn
Zoie rocked his erection deep inside. Her muscles clenched his dick, making him cry out her name, and she pumped harder and faster.
He reached up and held her breasts. “I love these...so big, so perfectly shaped, damn, Zoie…damn, can you fuck!”
That was it, that was all it took and she exploded all around his dick, her muscles tightening and squeezing his shaft with each shudder.
“Aw yeah, love, aw yeah,” he moaned as he shot his hot seed inside of her.
He held her then, pulling her down on his chest, positioning her so he cradled her on her side and he whispered, “Ah, woman, what have you done to me.”
Zoie wasn’t sure what that meant, so she didn’t respond.
Lust wasn’t love. That was something everyone kept telling her. So no, lust wasn’t love, but damn, it was good.
Love was something else, but this lust, holy frigging shit, her mind burst with the fact she just couldn’t deny, this lust sure felt like love.
His hand moved to cover her breast and his fingers pulled at her nipple as his still hard cock rested on her ass. He whispered, “Baby.”
Oh no, why did she like the sound of that so much? Was she falling for him? Would he leave without a backward glance?
Baby…that one affectionate term swept through her. Had she imagined that he had put feeling into the sound of it? Was she reading more than there was? Was she hearing more than what was there?
“I mean to please you, Zoie…all night if you will let me…” he said, and his finger moved into her soaked channel.
At least she would have this unbelievable, memorable night. She pushed back against his finger, and he said hoarsely as he positioned his dick from behind at her entrance, “Mine, Zoie.”
“If you mean to please me, then go ahead, hybrid, go ahead,” she answered, and heard her throaty voice with wonder.
“Say it!” he demanded. “Say you are mine.”
“No,” she answered.
He withdrew and leaned on his elbow. She turned to look up at his face as he said, “No?”
“I am not an object you can take possession of. I am not a pet to be pampered. I am Zoie Bracken, daughter of the Bracken alphas and if you want, you can fuck the hell out of me, but I won’t say I am yours. I don’t even know you.”
He eyed her for a long moment before he threw his head back and laughed. “Damn, but you are perfect.” So saying, he pulled her onto her hands and knees and kneeled behind her. “And yeah, you aren’t saying it, but you are mine, all the same. Here…let me show you.”
He rammed into her, and she gasped with the pleasure that shot through her. He rotated his pumps as he burrowed deep inside of her. His voice was a low throttled growl. “Zoie Bracken, you are mine, whether you say it now or not and one day soon, you will say it.”
Through the fantastic sensations he was filling her with, through the incredible sex as he used his cock in ways she had never thought possible, she found it hard to disagree. Was she his?
She said, “Yeah sure, when you say the same.”
There, she thought, that should shut him up.
He growled and paused his cock so very deep in her canal and she wiggled for him to move. Instead, he pulled himself out and turned her over to lay her flat on her back.
“Zoie, I thought you knew. How could you not know? The moment I looked at you…” He pushed her knees up in the air, and rammed his dick into her channel as he bent and kissed her mouth and whispered, “From that moment, the moment I saw you, I was yours!”
His eyes poured sincerity into her eyes. He moved in slow motion, pushing inside, drawing back, and then pushing harder.
It was exquisite torture.
She groaned with pleasure and the need for more.
He pulled out, then slammed himself deeper in her canal. “Your pussy is perfect. Baby, you were made for me.”
His movements increased with pressure and speed and he bent so that he was pressed to her body. His kisses covered her neck, and she felt a slight touch of pain as his canines grazed her shoulder.
It only hurt for a moment, and somehow, his bite seemed to mix with and increase the primal feeling she had when she pushed back and he was driven so deep, she was sure he couldn’t go any further.
His movements increased the pressure building up inside of her. Harder, faster, sweeter.
She exploded with a force that rocked them both and he went off then, calling her name before he held her in his tight embrace.
Neither spoke, but both panted.
He took her chin, lifting it to place a soft kiss on her lips. He rubbed his thumb along her bottom lip and murmured, “Ah, Zoie…what have you done to me?”
“Done? Wasn’t it good?” she asked hesitantly.
“Good? What kind of a word is that for what we just had together? Damn, woman, it was out of this world great.” He smiled softly. “Your question shouldn’t be, ‘Wasn’t it good?’ It should be, ‘Do I like how you have rocked my world’?”
“Do you?”
“Against my will, I love it, baby, I love it.” He crushed her into his arms and his mouth closed on hers. He withdrew his tongue and brushed her lips lightly before saying, “More, Zoie. Are you ready for more?”
“Hell yeah,” she answered, pressing herself against him.
Without a word, he pulled her up and bent her over his arm. “Stay like that, wild woman…yeah, just like that.”
She felt his cock dip into her wetness, then another new and strangely arousing sensation as his finger played at her ass and found the opening.
Soon after, he dove back into her pussy while his finger fucked her ass and she cried out, “Yes, Owen…more…deeper…yes!”
He said she had rocked his world, but, the truth was, he had blasted hers into another dimension. She loved what he was doing and as she tensed with her climax, she pushed backwards into him and heard him groan. “Zoie…woman…”
She nearly collapsed with the force of her release, but he held her with one arm across her middle and went off inside of her as his wolf gave voice.
A howl of pleasure, his howl hit the airwaves.
After a moment, he had her once again on the ground and in his arms.
“I guess you get that intro to my father,” she said on a giggle.
“I need it now for more reasons than I did a few days ago,” he answered, and released a long sigh.
“Meaning?” She snuggled against him.
“For now, it means I’m going to fuck you ‘til the morning lights up the sky, then I’m going to fuck you again.” He moved her into position then and said softly, “I have never wanted to eat a woman before…but, you baby, I just can’t get enough.”
He lapped at her clit and she took hold of his cock and did the same.
Zoie was lost in the motion, in the feral sensations their joined bodies produced.
Looming in the back of her mind was the fear that she was falling, falling hard, and that his words might mean nothing to him. Perhaps he said those words to every woman who pleased him? Perhaps when the morning came and they were done…he would be off on his next adventure?
Chapter Five
SHE MUST HAVE dozed and when she woke, Zoie spun around to face him in his relaxed hold. She discovered he had been watching her sleep. Holy crap. Had he seen her drool? Oh, she must look a mess. Damn, he had watched her while she slept.
Yup, she realized as she touched her chin, she had drooled. Oh God. She had drooled with him looking on.
He then sent her mind into shock as he bent towards her and his tongue made a show of licking the drool off her chin. “Damn, woman, you are almost too beautiful to believe.”
He had licked off the drool. He thought she was beautiful. Was she dreaming?
Her long hair was tussled and she blew an auburn strand off her eyes, then tucked it behind her ears. He couldn’t be serious. She must look a disaster.
This—this hybrid was a whole new experience for her. He su
re wasn’t like anyone she had ever known.
He held her tightly and as though he never wanted to let her go.
Was this a game? Was this real?
Had he meant what he said about being hers or was this his ‘player’ line?
His hand cupped her ass, and one of his fingers dipped inside her wet canal and flicked at her clit. “It isn’t morning yet, and you don’t have to go ‘til I make you go off one more time,” he said.
She had lost count of her orgasms after the fourth one. Damn, she didn’t want this night to end.
Without a word, she pumped against his handling. He took hold of her clit between two fingers, then moved over her so that the head of his hard-on just touched her opening.
“Ah, hot damn, woman! You are so fucking good. Take my cock and put it on your clit. Go on, baby, it’s yours…use it.”
That was exactly what she meant to do as she worked the head of his hard-on just inside, rubbing, circling, and teasing herself with its steel tip.
“Ah, baby, I need you,” he murmured as he maneuvered his cock against the walls of her pink canal in a way that made her call out, “Owen…yes, oh yes…please…”
“Please what, Zoie?”
“Keep doing what you are doing…but deeper, deeper, please.”
“I mean to do just that,” he answered, and rammed himself well inside. “You are so fucking tight, baby, so tight.”
She hadn’t believed he could go so deep, but he stretched her to fit his size and he filled her.
She lost all control as she tensed and shuddered, and her body shattered as she went off and trembled with the mini explosions that followed.
He didn’t waste a moment as he pulled out and put his cock to her mouth and said, “Suck me, baby, now, taste yourself.”
She was still in the blissful hold of her orgasm, but hot for more as she took hold of him and he responded with a hoarse, “Hell yeah…like that. I love my dick in your perfect mouth.”
She was lost in passion and happy just where she was.
She swallowed his length into her throat and sucked hard, alternating the fierce suction by lapping at him with her tongue, circling his width with her mouth as he started pumping his erection inside her mouth.
“Zoie, baby…you are all I want! Yes, like that…yes, you are so fucking perfect,” he called out as he went off and she swallowed nearly all of it.
He gently hugged her to himself as they rested on the ground. He took her hand to his lips. Silently, they looked up at the sky to see the sun just begin to make its entrance.
“Oh!” Zoie muttered, and suddenly scrambled to her feet, collecting her clothes and hugging them to herself. “I have to go.” She was desperate to get to her room before her family was up and about. She didn’t want to have to face them after the night of passion she had experienced. She didn’t want their questions to interfere with this wonderful experience.
He frowned. “You don’t want them—your family to know?”
“Well, it is none of their business, but,” she shrugged, “why should I care what they know or don’t know?” she evaded.
“Yes, you do care, but, for now, I’ll let it drop.”
“I’ve got to go,” she repeated, and started pulling on her clothes.
He watched her clamor haphazardly into her clothes and took her hand and pulled her in close. “Zoie, if I come by a little later, will you introduce me to your father? I need to speak with him and there isn’t any more time to lose.”
Was that what this was all about? Assuring an introduction to her father? Sure, seduce the daughter and…?
She inclined her head. “Sure.”
When she left, she didn’t look back. That was it, wasn’t it? she asked herself. A night of wild, absolutely mind-blowing sex and he would soon be on his way. Carmen had been right. This would hurt her. She would never be able to move on and away from the hybrid.
Somehow, she was able to make it to the house and to her bedroom window where she clamored inside, threw off her clothes again, and rushed into her shower.
Soaping herself down, her thoughts blasted one another. Would they smell him on her even after she had showered away all trace? Would they know?
Aw hell, she was only kidding herself. Sure, they would pick up on the scent—his hybrid scent. She couldn’t shower him away—not completely. Darn, but her brothers would be all over it. They had never liked her college boyfriend, Dave. She had only brought him home with her once and that had been a huge mistake.
In fact, every moment past the first date had been a mistake. She had believed, erroneously believed, their easy friendship was love and it simply wasn’t. Thank goodness, he and his pack were on the other side of the state. It had made it easier to break it off with him.
Carmen had said Owen Slade was dangerous. Now she knew exactly what her friend meant. Owen was the ultimate dream. He was what she wanted, but he would leave and she would be left with only a memory, and that memory would ruin her for anyone else.
Carmen had been right when she told her that she was wasting her time with Dave, and here she was with Carmen being right again. What was wrong with her that she couldn’t see things quite like her best friend could?
Nothing could have stopped her from rushing headlong into Owen Slade’s arms. And yeah, he was deadly because he had somehow wound his spell around her heart.
She had no will power to resist him. Will power—now a pile of ash.
However, even though her mind was still supposedly her own—it was now centered on him and her fantasies, because those fantasies had all been freaking satisfied by the hybrid.
She touched something at the back of her shoulder and remembered the sensation of his fangs grazing there. “Oh…oh…what is that?” she said as she fingered the tiny scraped skin.
His mark? Had he marked her? Did hybrids mark their mates?
No, oh no.
She stepped out of the shower, dried herself, and realized that Carmen had not slept in either of the twin beds. She smiled to herself. Finally, Brock had made his move!
She slipped into a thong, struggled with a tight pair of jeans, a black sweater, and pulled on her black boots. A quick brush to her hair and a quick look in the mirror. Her auburn hair looked silky and shiny. Red highlights glittered in the rays of the sun, but did she look different? Do you look different when a hybrid marks you?
She made her way to the kitchen where her mother had piled scrambled eggs onto a large serving plate.
“Get the toast, Zoie,” her mother called out to her as she stepped into the kitchen.
Ralphie was the first one to stare, sniff at the air, and stare some more.
Brock wasn’t there, thankfully. Keeping Ralphie’s remarks in check would be hard enough.
She took a sustaining breath of air and gave Ralphie a look that warned him to keep his mouth shut.
She put the toast on the table and took up her seat.
As her mother approached, she saw a look flutter over her mom’s face and their eyes locked. A moment later, a secretive smile curved her mother’s pretty lips and an arched look was shot her way.
Okay, Mom knew, but she meant to keep quiet about it for now.
Zoie felt the tension in the air, though, and knew she had to say something to keep her father from noticing.
Owen would be arriving soon. That’s the ticket. She said, “Dad, Aric has a friend. His name is Owen Slade and he wants a meeting with you. He is coming by this morning in hopes of that meeting.”
“Is he?” her father asked, before he bit into his toast, chewed it down, swallowed, and met her gaze. “And did he think marking my daughter was the best way to get an introduction?”
Zoie and Ralphie both choked on their coffee in unison. Ralphie snorted some of it out his nose and got busy with his napkin, meeting no one’s eyes.
Zoie coughed into her hand and put up her chin. “It was a Scenting Ceremony.”
“So it was, for shifters an
d humans. I don’t recall inviting a hybrid,” he said on a hard note.
“I did,” Zoie said, putting up her chin. “I had no idea you would object.”
His wife put a hand on his shoulder and said, “We don’t object, but a hybrid, Zoie? Your father is within his bounds to wish that a hybrid had not marked you. After all, you are the daughter of the alphas of the Bracken pack. We had hoped…”
“First of all, I am a grown woman and…second of all, you conduct a Scenting Ceremony and know full well what it is about. None of us can help who we find…attractive, besides, you don’t even know him.”
“And you are correct. We can’t object to someone we don’t know, but, Zoie…you don’t know him either.” Her mother’s voice was a soft rebuke.
“You didn’t know Dad for more than a moment when he marked you…it just took the two of you looking at one another,” Zoie snapped as she got to her feet and put her hands on her hips. “And Owen Slade, if you will remember, saved me from those rogues!”
Her mother smiled and turned to raise a brow at her husband, who had a forkful of eggs stalled in front of his mouth.
A knock sounded at the kitchen door.
Ralphie, who had been grinning broadly, got up and went to fling it open. “Just in time, Owen Slade,” he said as he stepped aside and made a show of waving the hybrid inside.
Chapter Six
ZOIE WATCHED AS Owen glanced from her mother to her father. He gave her a quirky smile and said to all, “Good morning.”
She could tell that whatever he had on his mind was worrisome. Also, he seemed to be daring her to acknowledge him as more than a guest.
Why would he do that if she had been a one-nighter? He might want two nights? Okay with her.
He looked slightly aloof and businesslike as he said, “I am guessing you already know who I am, and allow me to say,” he looked meaningfully at her father as he extended his hand, “your reputation, sir, precedes you. It is why I am here.”
Raymond Bracken stood up as he took Owen Slade’s hand, then invited him to be seated. Owen sat directly opposite Zoie.