Claiming His Mountain Bride

by Madison Faye

  Right then I knew this was everything I’d never even been looking for. A fierce, no-bullshit spirit, a fighter, and a spitfire, all wrapped up in one insanely sexy little package. Soft, tender skin, pouty lips that demanded to be claimed, and a body made for taking every thick inch of my big cock.

  …And somehow, this dream girl had stepped right into my world. I didn’t even know her damn name, but right then, I wanted to know every goddamn thing about her, and then some.

  Suddenly, as I watched her swallow and blink, I realized she wasn’t squirming anymore.

  “I think I’m warm now,” she whispered quietly, swallowing again as those big green eyes looked up at me.

  “I think you are too.”

  “So…” she trailed off, and when that tongue darted out to wet her soft lips, I fucking groaned.

  “So, I guess you can get off of me now.”

  Not. Fucking. Likely.

  I didn’t move. I didn’t even pretend to make a move. All I did was slowly lower my face, hearing her gasp as my scruffed jaw brushed her cheek and my lips teased over her earlobe.

  “No,” I growled lowly into her ear.

  And she whimpered.

  I growled, inhaling the scent of her skin and letting that smell set my senses on fire. Fuck, she smelled like sweetness and snow. She smelled like home. I leaned in, and when my lips brushed the hollow of her neck and she whimpered again, I could’ve sworn I smelled something else too.

  …Her sweet little cunt.

  I could’ve sworn I could smell the arousal of her hot little mound pressing tightly and wetly against my cock through her soaked panties. I groaned, nuzzling her neck and feeling my skin fucking come alive against hers. My lips trailed over her jawline, her breasts heaving against my muscled chest in short little gasps as I moved in to claim those lips.

  Something glinted, and I stopped cold. My eyes darted to her hand, and suddenly, my world dropped out from under me.

  …Shit, she was married. Or maybe engaged. Fuck, I didn’t know what any of that shit meant, but I knew a ring like that meant she was someone else’s. The thought burned like a hot poker to my heart, and then it just made me fucking furious. I fuckin’ hated that some other man out there had already claimed her. I was livid that some other piece of shit had already claimed the right to take her, and put his hands on her, and taste her, and feel her shatter around him as she came.

  I pulled back sharply. “You married?”

  “No.” She said it quickly. Very quickly.

  “Engaged then,” I growled.

  “No, well…”

  Her hesitation said it all. With a snarl, I pulled away from her, swinging my legs off the side of the bed.

  “It’s not like that.” She said it quietly, and I felt her shift on the bed behind me, like she was moving closer.

  …Like she missed the feel of our bodies touching as much as I did.

  But no. Not like this. Not when she was already some other man’s. I started to stand, when suddenly, I felt a hand on my arm.

  “Wait,” she whispered.

  My heart jumped, and my cock lurched as I turned to lock eyes with her.

  “Wait what, sweetness?”

  She swallowed. “I just mean, I’m not really engaged.” Her shoulders slumped. “Look, it’s this whole stupid arranged thing, and I want nothing to do with—”

  “An arranged marriage?” My brows raised. “The fuck are you, a princess?”

  She blushed and shook her head. “No. Trust me, I’m not.”

  “But sort of.”

  She bit her lip, hiding her grin as she looked down.

  “Your man—”

  “Not my man,” she hissed fiercely, her eyes blazing as she locked them with mine. “It’s why I left and just jumped in the car and drove here.”

  Interesting.

  “The ring?”

  She rolled her eyes, muttering to herself as she suddenly yanked it off her hand and held it out to me.

  “Yeah, they basically forced me to wear it.”

  “They?”

  She sighed. “My father, my mother, his family, Paul—”

  “You always do what they tell you to do?”

  She pursed her lips for a second, and I could tell she was about to spit something back at me, but she seemed to swallow it back.

  “Well I just ran away from a dinner with both of our families after throwing wine in his face. And I stole his car.”

  I laughed. Fuck, I hadn’t done that in a long time, and it felt good.

  “That flashy, expensive city-car down the road?”

  She bit her lip. “How’d you know about the car?”

  “Because I was watching you.”

  She blushed, and when she shivered, I could see her nipples hardening under her lacy bra before she hugged the covers close.

  “You lost out here, sweetness?” I purred, moving closer. I reached out, tracing a finger over her jaw before I cupped it gently. “That why you’re out here in the snow?”

  She frowned slightly. “No, I like coming here.”

  “To Blackthorn?”

  She shrugged. “To this cabin.”

  This time, it was me frowning.

  “This is my cabin.”

  She barked out a laugh, glaring at me. “Uh, actually it’s mine.”

  I mean, technically it wasn’t mine, but I felt confident that Stan would’ve wanted to see me here taking care of the place. Regardless, it sure as hell wasn’t some city-girl’s—

  “It belonged to my Uncle Stan, and he gave it to me.”

  My jaw dropped. Wait, what?

  “So technically, yeah, this is my—”

  “You’re Stan’s niece?”

  “Great niece, technically.” She frowned. “Wait, how do you know Uncle Stan?”

  “Afghanistan.” I shook my head. “It doesn’t matter. Stan always said his family never knew about this place.”

  “Yeah, well, I did.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Look, even if you are Stan’s—”

  “I am.”

  She glared right at me, and damn if that look wasn’t so fuckin cute it melted my frozen heart.

  “Okay, even with you being Stan’s niece—”

  “Great niece.”

  I glared at her, and I swear I saw her grin smugly at having pestered me with more interruptions before she hid it away.

  “You’ve been here, what once? Threw a party with your friends away from the city, got a little wild before you realized you didn’t have any internet to Facebook about the whole thing so you took off?”

  She rolled her eyes. “You don’t know a thing about me, actually. I’m here all the time.”

  “Sure,” I muttered. I imagined her coming up here with college friends, trying to play pretend like they were real woodsmen before they realized no one was going to make them fuckin’ brunch the next morning and headed home. But then, my thoughts soured. I suddenly wondered who exactly she’d fucking brought here.

  “Who exactly did you come here with,” I growled.

  She scowled at me. “And what is that supposed to mean?”

  “It means did you bring any fucking guys here,” I muttered, my jaw tightening and my fists clenching at the thought of literally anyone else touching her.

  “No,” she shrugged. “I brought one friend a few times — she’s a girl,” she glared at me. “Aside from her though, no one. Not ever. This is my special place.”

  And she meant it too. I could see it in the way her eyes softened, and that look on her face. And I understood.

  “Same,” I said quietly.

  She chewed on her bottom lip as she looked around the place.

  “It’s different. Since the last time I was here I mean.

  “I’ve made some changes.”

  “How long have you—”

  “A year.”

  Her jaw dropped. “A whole year?”

  I smirked. “I know, I bet you’re thinking how crazy tha
t sounds.”

  “I was actually thinking how jealous I am.”

  My brow went up. Damn this girl was full of surprises.

  I stood from the bed, when she suddenly made a little peeping sound as her cheeks went red.

  Oh, right, I was still totally rock fucking hard, and this time, she clearly hadn’t missed it.

  Good.

  I watched, amused as she tried and failed terribly to keep her eyes away from my thick erection. Slowly, the hunger from earlier came back with a vengeance.

  “You really come here a lot, huh?”

  She nodded. “Yup.”

  “Prove it. Where’s the emergency radio?”

  My little captive gave me a look. “Easy. Over there in the closet.”

  I grinned hungrily, settling back down onto the bed with my back against the footboard, facing her with my arms crossed over my bare chest.

  “Over where?”

  “There.” She jabbed with her finger, and I hid the grin this time as I shrugged.

  “That’s pretty vague.”

  “The closet,” she muttered.

  “I’m not sure I believe you.”

  She blushed, giving me a curious look as I kept my eyes locked right on her.

  …Yeah, she knew what I wanted.

  “Show me,” I purred, my eyes locked on hers.

  “I’m—” She blushed deeper, clutching at the bed covers. “I’m not wearing anything.”

  “You’re wearing enough. More than me,” I grinned. My cock throbbed between my thighs, bulging the black boxer briefs obscenely. I could feel my balls twitching with need to empty — the need to take her and fill her with every drop of my seed.

  She blushed again, but then, that sassy fire in her eyes sparked, like she was seeing my dare and not backing down.

  “Fine.”

  She held my gaze unblinkingly as she slipped her legs out from under the covers and gracefully stood from the bed.

  Fuck. Me.

  I’d seen her almost nude when I’d stormed in from the blizzard, but nothing could’ve prepared me for the sight of her like this. I growled as she padded away from the bed, all legs and tousled blonde hair and tasty fucking curves that begged to be manhandled. My eyes locked onto her sweet little peach of an ass that I wanted to sink my teeth into, split down the middle by a lacy black thong.

  I stood and moved towards her before I could even stop myself — as if I’d ever want to.

  “It’s here,” she muttered, her back to me. “Here in this—”

  She gasped as my hands found her hips, and when I spun her around and slammed her back into the wall, a soft whimper fell from her lips. I growled, every part of me craving her, and not one part of me willing to wait any longer.

  My mountain.

  My woman.

  My prize.

  Mine.

  She moaned as I pressed her against the wall next to the fireplace, the flames flickering over her skin as I covered her body with mine.

  “What are you doing,” she whispered breathlessly, her eyes tracing up to lock with mine.

  “Everything, sweetness,” I growled. “Everything.”

  And then I kissed her, and my whole fucking world rocked on its axis.

  6

  Katrina

  My head swam as I kissed this gorgeous, hot, dangerous stranger. Every nerve in my body came alive, and screamed at me for being totally insane for doing this, and yet, I couldn’t stop. Every part of me craved his lips, and the rough way he held me against the wall and claimed my mouth with his.

  I lost myself, his powerful hands and arms circling me and making me feel so safe as he pulled me tight to his muscled, grooved, hard body. His lips seared to mine, his kiss strong, and possessive and so fucking sexy that it made my freaking toes curl.

  And it made me wet — uncontrollably, undeniably, and instantly soaking wet. I moaned into him, feeling the heat and desire pooling between my legs as his muscles rippled against me, making my body react.

  This was insane. He could be a serial killer for all I knew! Or a cannibal, or someone who sat up here making pipe bombs to send to government offices along with manifestos written in blood or whatever. And here I was moaning as I pressed my body to his and willingly opened my lips for his tongue.

  “I don’t—”

  I pulled away, looking into his eyes and feeling like I was floating.

  “I don’t know who you are,” I whispered.

  “Braun,” he growled. “My name is Braun.”

  “Katrina.”

  Braun — my mountain man had a name as rough and bold and strong as the mountain he lived on — brushed my hair from my neck and slowly kissed me there, making me whimper.

  “Kat,” he purred.

  “No one calls me that,” I said, my voice husky and hot.

  “Yeah?” Braun growled. “Good.”

  I bit my lip, the heat rushing through me. I liked him calling me that. I liked that no one else ever did, and that him calling me that name felt new, and like something we had.

  “Kitty kat,” he purred, stroking my jaw and letting his lips tease over my neck. I whimpered, my body arching against his and feeling the heat of his skin.

  “My kitten.”

  I moaned, feeling the heat bloom through me.

  “My kitten, lost in the woods,” Braun purred into my ear. His lips traced down my jawline to my lips, and suddenly, he was kissing me fiercely all over again.

  My head swam in a hot, passionate fog again, before suddenly, I pulled away, my pulse pounding. Yeah this was insane.

  “You— you can’t just kiss me!” I whispered, shaking my head as my eyes searched his.

  “Yeah, I can,” he growled, his hands tightening on my hips and making me gasp as he pulled me tight to him. I moaned, my pulse skipping a beat as I felt the huge bulge in his briefs pulsing hot against me. I’d felt it before in the bed, and I think part of me hadn’t quite grasped exactly what it was I’d been feeling pressing into my thigh and right against my panty-covered pussy before. But now? Now, there was no way my mind could fool me about what I was feeling.

  This rough, gorgeous mountain man was huge. His thick, pulsing cock twitched against the wet, sticky front of my panties, throbbing against my mound and sending heat through my core.

  I trembled against him, feeling that enormous cock so hard against me.

  Slowly, I shook my head.

  “You think cause I’m trapped here you can just—”

  “Yes,” he growled.

  “I wasn’t finished.”

  Braun grinned wolfishly, his broad chest rippling as he flexed his muscles and tightened his grip on my hips.

  “Then go on.”

  I swallowed thickly. “You think just because I’m trapped here, you can just do whatever you want to me?”

  “Yes.”

  I gasped sharply at the fierceness in his voice, and the intensity of the fire in his eyes. And that growl of his lit something inside of me. This man who smelled like woodsmoke and the forest — like snow, and man, and something woodsy — growled and something came alive inside of me. I could feel myself getting wetter, squeezing my legs together and feeling the uncontrollable heat bloom there. My nipples hardened to little points, digging into his chest though my lacy bra.

  I shivered, the moan catching in my throat.

  “You’re shivering.”

  “No, I’m just—”

  “Let me warm you up,” he purred.

  “You’re doing a pretty good job of that already,” I whispered, my eyes trailing up and getting lost in his gaze.

  He growled as he leaned in again, his lips searing to mine, his groan rumbling through me as he kissed me. One of his hands slid around my hip, teasing over my skin before it slid down to cup my ass possessively. I whimpered into him as he pulled me against him, his thick bulge grinding into my panties and making me gasp into his kiss.

  “I’m going to get the fire going, and get the hot wat
er up for a bath,” he purred into my lips.

  I pulled away, looking at him curiously. “There’s no hot water here.”

  “There is now.” He grinned. “I rigged up the fireplace to heat a buried, insulated tank.

  My brow went up. “Wow, that’s amazing.”

  “I’m going to grab some logs from the front porch to get it going.” His hand gripped my ass tighter, grinding me against his hard body as his lips trailed over my ear.

  “And then I’m going to get you going.”

  I whimpered.

  Slowly, he moved us in front of the low fire, and pulled me to the ground. There was a huge bear-skin rug there, and a pile of plaid, flannel blankets in a basket to the side. The fur rug was soft, and warmed from the fire, and when he pulled a few of the blankets up around my shoulders, I instantly felt like I never wanted to move from this cozy little space he’d made for me.

  “Stay right here, kitten,” he purred, crouching down in front of me and cupping my jaw in his strong powerful hand. “I’ll be right back to make sure that sweet little pussy of yours is nice and warm.”

  I gasped, my pulse skipping a beat at the raw filthiness of his words. No one had ever spoken to me like that, and it set me on fire. There was something so masculine and fucking sexy as hell about his roughness that turned me on like nothing else ever had.

  And I whimpered.

  Braun growled, his jaw twitching and his eyes burning into mine as he moved closer. His hand dropped to my thigh, and slowly, he slid it higher, making me a moan softly.

  But this was crazy. I didn’t even know this man, or anything about him. And yet, here we were. Here I was moaning as his hand slowly traced up my thighs towards my hot, soaked panties.

  “That’s it, kitten,” he groaned, moving closer to me and letting his lips brush mine. “Make that pussy sticky and wet for me. Soak those little panties for me so I can lick it all up. I’m going to run my tongue over every inch of this little cunt.”