Sorry, Charlie (Poconos Pack)

by Dana Marie Bell

  Warm breath brushed against his ear, followed by purring. “You smell good.”

  He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. Mate or no, she was still part of the Triad of Terror. Between Belle, Charlie, and Chela, no man stood a chance. “Like really good barbecue?”

  Again, that sexy-as-fuck laughter sounded in his ear. “I was thinking along the lines of mine.” She licked his earlobe, her tongue scratchy like a cat’s. He could imagine what that would feel like on his balls.

  Yup. We have liftoff.

  “Ooh, someone likes that.” She did it again, the evil wench, driving him crazy with her wicked tongue and wicked words.

  “I watch anime!” he blurted out, much to his horror.

  “And?” Charlie pulled back, damn it. He’d been enjoying his mini tongue bath. “What’s that got to do with anything?”

  “You’d understand if you ever watched Cute High Earth Defense Club LOVE!” He scowled. “They really need to make a sequel. I have questions that need answering. And I need to kick a certain Grizzly Bear’s ass for introducing me to it.”

  Charlie did that slow blink he’d often seen Belle do when Rick said something particularly weird or stupid. “Okay.” She shrugged. “We can do anime night.” She grinned, and it was toothy. “After we mate, of course.”

  Oh boy. “In the hallway?” He closed his eyes in shame. He sounded like a scandalized Jewish mother, and that couldn’t be sexy.

  Charlie’s brows rose. “Kinky, but no. I was thinking in my room.” She grabbed hold of his arm and tugged, pulling him away from the wall. “Right now, in fact.”

  “Eep?” Ted allowed himself to be tugged along until he was standing in Charlie’s apartment. He glanced around, hoping to focus on something other than the wicked gleam in her eye. “You have nice blankets.” He winced. Jesus, he really was a Jewish mother. Next he’d be asking if she’d had enough to eat and telling her to open some windows because fresh air was good for her, even if it was forty-seven degrees out at night.

  “Thanks. You’ll look good naked under them.” Charlie tugged at his T-shirt.

  “Maybe we should date first,” Ted offered. “Get to know one another.” And avoid a certain person whose name made him want to run right out into the wild and stay there indefinitely. Or until he returned to Arizona. Either would work.

  She glared at him, her grin more menacing than sexy. “We’ve known each other for months, Teodoro.”

  He sighed. “You’re, like, a princess, right? And I’m Ted. My mom—”

  “Hold it right there.” She held up her hand. She looked supremely pissed off. “That’s what’s been stopping you from mating me? My stupid-ass brother?”

  “I’ll be porking the little sister of the King of Beasts, so yeah, that’s been on my mind a little.” Or a lot, hence his ongoing freak-out.

  Charlie’s eyebrows rose to her hair. “Porking?”

  But his mind was no longer on bunny-humping the gorgeous Lioness. Instead it was stuck on dear-God-her-brother-is-going-to-defenestrate-me. He wasn’t certain what that was, but it sounded painful, like it involved his bowels being on the outside of his body. He held up his hands to ward off any potential removal of his innards. “I like my intestines where they are.”

  She tilted her head. “Your… What?”

  “It sounded right in my head,” he muttered.

  “How about I just bite you and get this over with?” Charlie was smiling again, but instead of menace he saw…affection, maybe? It was hard to tell with cats.

  “How about I run and hide like I usually do?” He took a step toward the door, intending to do just that.

  “If you don’t mate me right this instant, Teodoro Pedrozo, I will call my brother to come and kick your ass.”

  She looked like she meant it.

  “Well?” She began tapping her foot, staring at him challengingly. “I’m waiting.” Charlie tilted her neck, but one hand began creeping toward her pocket. He could see the outline of a cell phone through her skinny jeans.

  And God, how good she looked in those jeans. He had to bite back the urge to pant like the dog he was. Or rather, Wolf. If he let go he’d be like that wolf in that cartoon from Tex Avery. What was it called again? Oh yeah, Red Hot Riding Hood. He didn’t look good with his tongue hanging out and drool all over him.

  “Tick tock, Teddy. Time’s a-wasting.”

  The cell phone was in her hand.

  “Do you really want me to mate you because you threatened me?” Ted doubted it, but he thought saying it would make her rethink her strategy.

  “Yup. Works for me.” She grinned and showed him the Leo’s number on her screen. “Ready for me to dial?”

  Damn it. He’d mate her and then hide her away somewhere where he wouldn’t have to meet the Leo. “Give me the damn phone, you evil wench.”

  “You sure, Teddy?” She waved it, teasing him by pulling it away when he reached for it. “Wouldn’t want to force you or anything.”

  Grr. His Wolf, seeing an end to what he thought of as Ted’s stupidity, reared his head. There was no way he was leaving before he’d marked and mated Charlie. Ted could feel his eyes changing, losing the red-green spectrum as the world became shades of yellow and blue. The brick-red sofa Charlie owned was now dark brown, and the seafoam-green walls were now a shade of grayish yellow. His fangs dropped, ready to bite his mate. Just the thought of tasting her blood on his tongue, of making her come just from the bite, was enough to make him move fast. He snatched the phone out of Charlie’s hand and pulled her close. “Sorry, Charlie. I hope to God I’m good enough for you, but even if I’m not I can’t stop now.”

  Something passed across her face, confusion that slowly morphed into the earlier affection he thought he’d imagined. “Oh, Teddy. I am so going to remind you that you said that.”

  She would too. It was probably a good thing she didn’t know how much he adored her.

  Ted bit into her shoulder, holding his mate tightly as she rode the orgasm the mating bite caused. The scent of her release, the expression on her face almost sent Ted over the edge too.

  Instead, he carefully pulled free of her neck, licking the wound closed. She was his now, his to love and protect and tease and inflict his love of Tolkien movies on.

  Charlie laid her head on his shoulder, her breath coming in small pants. “Thank fuck, I thought we’d never do that.” She lifted her head just long enough to grin at him. “My turn.”

  Sharp pain radiated from his neck, but then it turned into a pleasure so deep he doubted his jeans could contain his erection. Ted groaned as the urge to fuck his mate overrode any other thought. He barely waited for her fangs to pull free before he had her T-shirt over her head and her jeans halfway down her legs. He needed to make her come again, to feel her wrapped around him before he exploded.

  She was out of her T-shirt and pushing her jeans the rest of the way down while he was busy undoing her bra. Having her bent in front of him was giving him some pretty sweet ideas as to what he wanted to do for their first time. “Over the sofa, sweetie.”

  She looked up at him as she slipped her jeans leg over her foot. “Oh? Wham, bam, thank you kitty?”

  “I was thinking wham, bam, then off to round two.” He patted her rear, loving the fact that he now had the right to.

  “Oh. I can get behind that.” Charlie pushed her panties down her legs and sweet baby Jesus take the wheel, because damn. Just…

  Damn, his mate was fine.

  She took her bra off and dropped it to the floor before sauntering over to the sofa. She bent over the arm, lifting that beautiful ass up into the air. “Like this?”

  The sound that came out of him wasn’t human. She wiggled her ass, tempting him further.

  “Fucking good. Need to fuck now. Later too.”

  She gave him a come-hither gesture. “Come and get it, Wolfie.”

  That’s exactly what Ted did. He undid his jeans and pulled his cock out, stroking it twice. “Mate
,” he growled, grabbing hold of her hips. He prayed he wasn’t about to hurt her, but stopping now would kill him. The effects of the bite were riding him hard. He had to make her come again, even if it meant he didn’t.

  He shuddered as the tip of his cock touched her pussy. “I’m sorry. I’ll be gentle.”

  “Shh. It’s all right. Just fuck me, Ted. Make me come.” Charlie stared at him over her shoulder, her eyes completely golden. Her Lion was submitting to him, but he had no doubt which of them would be in charge of the relationship.

  That was okay. After all, she’d just issued a command he was more than willing to obey. He slid his cock into her pussy, sighing in relief when he found her wet and ready for him. Thank you, mating bite, for making her come.

  Ted began to fuck his mate, starting slowly at first, getting a feel for how she reacted to him. He wouldn’t harm her, but dear God did he need her to come before he lost control and went over the edge.

  Charlie began scratching at the sofa, her claws marking the cloth, ripping into it as he fucked her. She began mewling, pushing back against him, arching her back, and throwing her head to the side. “For fuck’s sake, bite me.”

  He leaned toward her and did as she asked, biting into the top part of her shoulder, the closest spot to her neck he could get. Charlie went wild beneath him, screaming as her pussy clamped down on him.

  “Holy shit.” Ted’s vision went black as he came inside his mate, his whole body clenching in ecstasy. By the time he was done, Charlie was slumped over the arm of the sofa, panting like she’d run a marathon. He slid out of her body, already wondering where her bedroom was. He wasn’t doing much better breathing-wise. “Need help?”

  She grunted an affirmative, so he held out his hand, pulling when she grabbed it. She wobbled slightly once she was upright. “Thanks.”

  He pulled her close and kissed her, savoring this first taste of his mate. Her lips were soft and plump, and she gave as good as she got, slowly taking the kiss from sweet to hungry.

  When the kiss ended they were still out of breath. She gave him that slow predator’s smile. “Round two?”

  “Yes, please.” He had no trouble going to his knees and begging if need be.

  “Race you to the bedroom.” Charlie pulled away, raced around the sofa, and left him in the dust.

  “Where’s your bedroom?” Ted shouted as he ran after her.

  Only her smug laughter answered. This was going to be one hell of a mating.

  Chapter Three

  They’d told her the mating bite would feel incredible. No one told her it would feel like that. She dove onto the bed, giggling when she bounced. “Why the hell did we wait so long?”

  “I’m a yellow-bellied chicken dog?” Ted dove on the bed after her, landing right where she’d been. “Damn. Missed.”

  Charlie rolled to her side and propped her head in her hand. “I think you forgot to take off your boots, cowboy.”

  He glanced down at his feet. “More like my Nikes.”

  “Think you might wanna get naked?” She wiggled her brows. “Or are we going for round two of Wham Bam Thank You Kitty-Ma’am?”

  “That would be an awesome game show.” Ted rolled onto his back and began struggling with his clothes.

  “That’s why I capitalized it in my head.” Charlie watched him struggle, ignoring the quick little glances he sent her. “Are you done yet?”

  “You can see I’m not,” he growled. His T-shirt landed on her face, his scent surrounding her. She inhaled deeply before tossing it onto the floor. He had his jeans halfway down his legs.

  “You can stop humming the Jeopardy theme any time now.” Ted glared at her, muttering. “Because dicks just love working under pressure.”

  Charlie patted his cock, watching it bob up and down. “Yours looks like it’s working fine to me,” she said, utterly distracted by the way it bounced on his rock-hard stomach.

  “Charlie?”

  Bop bop bop. Bouncy bouncy bop.

  “Charlie!”

  “What?” She looked up at him to find him on the verge of laughter. “What did I do?”

  “You totally kitty’d out on me.” His golden brown eyes were turning the dark, deep brown she loved so much. “Should I dip the tip in catnip?”

  “No thanks, Dr. Seuss,” she grumbled back. Still, she couldn’t resist giving his cock one last bop, just to watch it bounce.

  “I swear, your pupils totally dilate when you do that.” Ted’s clothes were now somewhere on the floor. He spread his legs and put his hands under his head. He was the picture of relaxation, other than the erect cock that still called to her. “Play as much as you want, kitty, but I should warn you. It spits.” The laughter left his expression. “Also, no claws. Claws are bad.”

  “You sure?” She flicked out her claws and ran them carefully around his balls.

  “Yup,” he squeaked. Just like the mouse Belle had named him.

  “Aw. Want me to kiss it and make it better?”

  He nodded so fast he made his hair stand on end from the static electricity he generated off the cotton pillow cover. “Okay.”

  “Stay put. Don’t move your hands, or I’ll bite them off.”

  His hands tightened on the edges of the pillow. “Yes, ma’am.”

  She smirked at him, gliding down his body as he whimpered. “Good boy. Sit. Stay.” His laughter was abruptly cut off when she lapped at the tip of his cock. “Mm. Salty.” She’d have to make sure her boy drank more fruit juice. It would get rid of the bitter taste she was sure to come.

  Heh. Come. Hopefully there’d be a lot of that going around.

  She continued to lap at just the head, every now and then paying extra attention to the slit. She could hear him moaning, but she was too busy to pay that any attention.

  She’d decided she wanted to know what it was like to ride a Wolf.

  While Charlie had never picked up the knack of deep throating (hello, gag reflex!), she liked to think she could suck with the best of them. She went down on him, enjoying the whole-body shudder that ran over his muscular frame. The musky scent of male and come surrounded her, the faint taste of her own pussy mingling with the salty tang of his precome. His skin glided over her tongue, his thick hardness sliding between her lips with ease.

  “Fuck, Charlie.”

  She looked up at him through her lashes to find him nearly tearing the pillow in two. His eyes were on her, glittering golden brown Wolf eyes that devoured her.

  “You have forever to stop doing that.”

  Charlie rewarded him with a long, wet slurp.

  His eyes crossed. “Jesus Christmas.”

  With a pop she lifted her mouth of his cock. “What did you say?”

  Ted whimpered. “No stopping, please?”

  “No way, José.”

  “Ted. José is my cousin twice removed.”

  She put her head on his thigh, right next to his balls. “Not until you repeat what you said.”

  “Shit.” Ted moved, rolling them both over until she was the one with her hands in the air as he spread her thighs wide. “If you’re distracted by my words you’re not crazy enough for me.”

  Before she could even think of a retort, every thought in her head flew far, far away. Ted had her clit in his mouth and was stroking it with his tongue, sucking at the same time. Now it was her turn for her eyes to cross, for her to grasp at the bedding with her hands. Her claws came out, shredding the bedspread beneath her. Her eyes changed to her Lion’s, the vibrant red and orange bedspread becoming shades of yellow and gray.

  Jesus Christmas, indeed.

  Ted took his sweet time with her, exploring her with eager fingers and tongue. He spread her wide, licking her hole. He played with her clit, fucking her with his finger as he licked her clit. When his tongue entered her, his thumb continued to stroke her, learning what made her moan and what made her try to squirm away.

  She’d give her wild Wolf this: he was a fast learner.

 
; When she was on the verge of coming he’d back off, easing her down from the edge with softer touches and quiet murmurs. He was driving her fucking insane with this on again off again orgasm. She was going to start threatening his life if he didn’t let her come.

  She hit him on the head, possibly harder than she’d planned because he yowled almost like a cat. “What was that for?”

  “Get on your back, buddy. I’m in the mood for a ride.”

  He moved so fast he was in position by the time she was done blinking, the blankets rippling in the wind of his passage. He patted his thigh. “Giddy up, woman!”

  Laughing and shaking her head, she straddled her mate. “You are insane.”

  “Only on days that end in y.” Ted took hold of her hips, steadying her as she lowered herself slowly onto his cock. She was good and wet from his ministrations, so he slid in easier than she’d feared. “God, you feel so fuckin’ good.”

  Now that she had him inside her she leaned until her hands were on either side of his head. “You ready for this?”

  His fangs gleamed as he smiled. “Are you?”

  She slammed back, taking him deep inside her. In this position he stretched her deliciously wide, making her moan. “Oh, yeah. I’m ready.”

  He shuddered beneath her. His hands tightened on her hips, holding her in place. “Then let’s go.”

  Ted fucked her, sliding in and out smoothly, the sound of their flesh slamming together intoxicating. His gaze landed on her nipples and she felt them harden in response, begging to be sucked on. Ted obliged, taking one of them in his mouth and dragging his fangs over it.

  She grunted in pleasure, arching back to give him better access. His hands slid around to her ass, gripping her cheeks tightly. The curls at the base of his cock grazed her clit, making her throb with desire.

  “Harder.” She needed him to fuck her just a little harder, a little more…

  Ted began pounding into her. One of his hands moved to cover the hair at the apex of her thighs. His thumb dipped down and began stroking her clit.

  “Yes, just like that.” Oh hell, that touch, right there on her clit, was going to send her screaming into oblivion.