First Bite - Shifter Romance Box Set: Anthology of First in Serials and Series

by Vaughn, V.

  I smiled for a single second before his mouth met mine, his tongue pressing through my lips to stroke my own. Damn, he tasted good. Like whiskey and honey; bitter and sweet.

  The kiss turned hotter, our bodies responding to the arousal growing between us. As his lips moved to my neck, I suckled his bottom lip, grazing it with my teeth as I writhed against him.

  “Fuck, Lyra. You’d better quit or else we won’t even make it to the bed.”

  I groaned at the dirty images his words created for me. He was so strong, so muscular and big; there was no doubt he could push, pull, hold, and twist me into any number of positions. And I wanted him to. I wanted him to so much. I gripped his shoulders and arched into him as I whispered, “Who needs a bed?”

  He growled deep and low, his hands squeezing my ass hard. “I’d hoped to make our first time special or some such shit.”

  I moaned as he thrust his hips into mine, his hard cock pressing against my clit in the most delicious way. “As long as we end up with your dick inside me, that’ll be special enough.”

  He grinned, giving my chin a nip. “Jesus, you’re fucking perfect.”

  One hand left my ass so he could unzip his pants. He grunted and shook, obviously trying to release his dick as he held me up. I continued licking, sucking, and biting my way up and down his neck, to his ear, across his jaw. I couldn’t get enough of him. Needed to taste as much of his skin as I could.

  Finally, his hand returned to my ass, this time his fingers spreading to trail over the curve and down along the sides of my pussy. I gasped and groaned as one errant middle finger slid between my cheeks to press against my ass.

  “That we’ll do later,” he murmured as he pushed me up the wall a little higher. He forced my legs a little wider, the head of his cock resting exactly where I wanted it. “Right now, you’re fucking soaked, and I plan to take full advantage of that.”

  With no more than a grunt and a kiss to my lips, he pushed inside me. I gasped and dropped my head to his shoulder, completely amazed at how good he felt. How big. How much the stretch of my walls around him turned me on.

  “Tight. So hot and tight.” His whispered declarations were followed by a slow withdrawal from my pussy before he once again thrust his way inside. Deeper this time. Harder. “Fuck, baby. Your pussy was made for me. So hot and wet. So tight around my cock.”

  I groaned and bit his shoulder. Not hard enough to draw blood, not a full mating bite, but enough to make him shiver and curse. He increased the tempo of his thrusts, growling and cursing as he fucked me right there against the wall. My dress was hiked up above my hips, my stockings and heels still on, but I didn’t care. I loved that he wanted me so much, he couldn’t wait. Loved that his lust for me was that strong.

  “Fuck, not gonna last.” His fingers slid around to where we were joined, adding another layer of sensation to our coupling. I moaned and shook as one long finger reached around to my clit, circling the flesh in time with his thrusts. That finger pressing on my clit, his thick cock inside me, I came without warning and with a yelp that probably alerted the entire floor to what we were doing. Killian followed soon after, grinding his teeth and snarling as he released inside me, his muscles hard and his body wound tight.

  “Jesus, baby,” he whispered, panting against my shoulder.

  I chuckled as my feet dropped to the ground. “That’s one way to end the night.”

  He huffed a laugh as he pulled me against him, claiming my mouth in a brutal kiss before whispering, “End it? Fuck that… We’re just getting started.”

  With a wicked glint in his eyes but gentle hands, he stripped off my dress and removed my heels. On his knees, he brought his hands up to my garter straps, running his palms along my legs the whole way.

  “Do you have any idea how fucking sexy these are on you?”

  I shook my head, watching him. Unable to look away as he stared at my thighs.

  “The dress can go; I’ll never make you wear something you’re not comfortable with in public. But these?” His finger slid under one of the straps, pulling on the elastic and silk. “I want you in these every time we have to go to some stupid dress-up function. I want to see you all polished and elegant but know, underneath, my girl’s completely naughty and ready for me.” He leaned forward to press a soft kiss against my bare mound. “Just the thought of you in these tempting little stocking things was making me hard all night. I couldn’t bear to let you out of my sight.”

  I ran a hand through his hair. “Then we can leave them on.”

  He glanced up at me, looking as if I’d just given him the best gift. “Really?”

  “Sure. If it gets you to look at me like that, I’ll wear them every day for you.”

  He groaned, stretching out his tongue to lick a line along my swollen clit. “Fuck me, you really are perfect.”

  Before I could respond, he stood and yanked his shirt over his head. Within seconds, he was completely naked, standing before me like some kind of gorgeous statue. Muscular, with thick, black hair over his chest and leading down to a line trailing straight to his cock, he was the full definition of man. Strong, powerful, intense.

  “Come.” His command was quiet but filled with Alpha power. I followed without hesitation, never looking away from those amazing black eyes. “I want you on your back.”

  He directed me onto the mattress. I ended up with my head on a pillow, my legs bent at the knee and spread for him. Blatant. His hand was wrapped around his hard cock, stroking himself as he stared at me.

  “Prettiest fucking pussy I’ve ever seen,” he said, right before he grabbed my thighs and buried his face in me. I shouted a curse as I struggled to keep my body from rocking backward, his aggressive tonguing of my clit making my thighs tremble in his hands.

  “Please,” I whimpered, feeling empty, needing something more than his mouth on me.

  “Please what?” he whispered against me. “Tell me what you need.”

  “Please fuck me. I need your cock. Please.” I twisted as he leaned back, rolling to my knees. Glancing back at him, I dropped my shoulders and made sure my ass was in the air. Making myself available to him however he wanted me.

  He froze for about three seconds, his growl growing louder as his hands kneaded my thighs.

  “Whatever you need, baby. I’ll give you anything.” He climbed onto the bed behind me, spreading my knees farther with his own.

  “Just you,” I hissed, groaning as he slid inside me, the angle making the sensation more intense than our first coupling. Hand on my neck, holding me down, he pounded into me, setting a furious pace that pushed me up the bed and made my knees burn. But I loved it. Loved how roughly he handled me, even though his hands were gentle. Loved this huge, strong man fucking me like he owned me, even as he let me twist and beg and tell him more or less what to do. Perfect. He was so fucking perfect.

  “Aw, fuck,” he grunted as his thrusts lost their rhythm. “Want you to be mine. Just mine. Forever.”

  “Yes.” I howled as my walls tightened and fluttered, my stomach burning with the rush of my oncoming orgasm. “Make me yours.”

  His growl turned to a roar. He yanked my hair, pulling me back against his body as he shook and thrust and kept his dick seated deep inside me. And when he came, when he wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pinned my back to his chest, he dropped his head to my shoulder and bit the flesh curving up to my neck. Claiming me forever as his.

  I came around his cock, screaming with the intensity of his claiming bite. The power of his wolf surged through me, bringing me more pleasure that I’d ever known. Over and over, waves of pleasure rocked my body, never easing up, seemingly endless as he held me with his arms and bite. As he pumped into me. Until finally, with a groan and final shiver of delight, he pulled his teeth from my neck and licked the wound.

  “Mine…forever.”

  Chapter 8

  Killian

  She was laughing again. Not that I blamed her. I’d been licking her
neck and pinching her nipples for a good ten minutes while I growled in a way she said sounded like a purr. But wolves didn’t fucking purr.

  Still, I didn’t mind the giggle or the way her plump ass wiggled against my cock. Only half an hour after claiming her, and I was definitely ready to go again. I’d probably always be ready for her.

  But when I wrapped my arms around her and slid my hands over her hipbones, she twisted away.

  “C’mon, handsome,” she said as she stood from the bed, not the least bit shy about standing naked in front of me. “I want to take care of you this time.”

  “Pretty sure you took care of me a few times already tonight,” I said with a smirk as I reached for her. She dodged my hands and headed for the bathroom.

  “I’m taking a shower. You can either join me under the steamy water, where I promise to take extra special care of you”—she turned and gave me one hell of a wicked smirk—“or you can stay out here by yourself and rest. I’ll be back in a few minutes, and we can just go to sleep if you like.”

  I waited a whole four seconds before I bounded out of bed and chased her into the bathroom. She turned the taps on as I came up behind her, my hands going unerringly to her hips. I rubbed myself against her ass, nipping her neck and wrapping my arms around to palm her heavy breasts.

  “Glad you could make it.” Her voice was teasing, and I loved it. Loved that she felt that comfortable with me already.

  I nipped her neck, giving her a good strong growl in the process. “Like I’d give up a chance to see you wet.”

  She stepped into the shower, pulling me with her. “You’ve seen parts of me wet already.”

  The hot water flowed between us, the steam rising fast. “I’m willing to see whatever you want to show me, naughty girl.”

  She growled soft and low as she pulled me closer. “Just for you.”

  “Good.” I pushed her wet hair off her face and leaned over to press my mouth to hers. I loved kissing this woman. The way her plump lips fitted to mine, how her tongue stroked so seductively, the breathy little moans and gasps she made. Loved it. Couldn’t get enough. But apparently she had a different idea.

  She kissed over my chin and down my neck. Spent a few minutes laving my collarbone, then a little longer focusing on my nipples. I kept my hands in her hair, not leading her, just holding on. Letting her decide where to go.

  Her hands slid over my hips and down my thighs as she dropped to her knees. I nearly came right there, just looking at her like that. Wet, needy, hungrily staring at my cock as it bobbed in front of her. Fuck, I wanted her mouth on me. Wanted it more than just about anything at that moment.

  “The women of my pack like to talk,” she whispered, her hand circling my cock and stroking me from base to tip. “One of the things they share is where they gave their claiming mark to their mates. Some are like you, putting it in a spot that’s obvious and apparent to anyone.”

  She gave me a smirk, still teasing my cock as her other hand came up to trace the bite mark I’d left on her shoulder. I growled when she touched it, loving the way it glowed red against her pale skin.

  She leaned forward and licked the head of my cock, making me shiver. “But some of the women prefer more intimate locations. Over the heart, the hip, the thigh. Their mates see it as a badge of honor, to have that mark in a place that meant the woman was so obviously in a submissive position when she gave it.” She looked up at me, drops of water like crystals on her eyelashes. “Where do you want my bite, mate?”

  I blew out a deep breath, my cock practically leaking as she went back to licking the head. “I’m all yours,” I whispered. “Do what you wish.”

  She grinned. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

  Leaning forward, she took me all the way into her mouth. I growled and fell back against the wall, the sudden heat and pressure making my knees wobble. She sucked and licked and teased like no other, bringing me to the edge of orgasm time and again before pulling back, driving me absolutely crazy. And when she did it again, when I thought for sure she was going to kill me with her teasing, she slipped a hand up to my balls and pulled, rolled, massaged. I came with a snarl, her name a prayer on my lips.

  But then her mouth left me and her teeth were suddenly deep in my upper thigh. Mere inches from my cock. I hollered a curse and fought to stay on my feet as she bit harder, the force of her wolf causing me to come a second time. Nearly taking me to my knees.

  Mine mine mine.

  The words reverberated in my head as my wolf howled his pride. Our mate had chosen us, had given herself to us. Our mate had claimed us.

  “Jesus fuck.” I huffed and panted as she released my skin, lapping at the mark before rubbing her hands all over my thighs, abs, and the base of my dick. “Fucking hell, woman. I thought you were going to kill me.”

  She laughed as I pulled her to her feet and wrapped my arms around her. We stood that way for what could have been hours, simply holding one another in the warmth of the shower.

  “We’re mated.” Her surprised whisper was barely audible over the sound of the water hitting the shower floor.

  “We sure the hell are.” I pulled back, looking down at her seriously. “Think you’ll like the mountains of North Carolina? Because as much as I know it’s your decision, I can’t leave my pack. And I refuse to submit to that oily fucker you call Alpha.”

  She gave me a smile. “I choose to go where you do. Location matters nothing to me.”

  “Thank fuck.” I pressed my lips to hers, kissing her softly. I was about to pick her up and go for wall sex round two when a loud banging sounded through the room. She stiffened in my arms, a look of panic crossing her face.

  “Oh God, it’s probably Alpha.”

  “Hush, baby.” I turned off the taps and smoothed her hair. “He can’t do anything to us. We’re fully mated now. Whether we followed his wishes or not, these marks supersede whatever power he claims to have over you.”

  “But what if you get in trouble?”

  I chuckled. “For what? Claiming my mate? So be it. I still got what I came for, even if I did have to break a few rules along the way.” I yanked her against me, shoving my tongue in her mouth and kissing her until she was breathless before I released her lips. “You are worth every possible sanction they can throw at me.”

  I wrapped her in one of the fluffy white robes hanging from a hook by the shower and fastened a towel around my hips before stalking toward the door. When I opened it, Moira, our packmate Gideon, a pissed off looking oily fucker, and three regional heads of the NALB stood in the hallway.

  “What’s this? Have y’all come to celebrate my mating?” I leaned against the doorframe, refusing to let their glares rattle me.

  “Give me back Lyra. I did not give my permission for you to take her early.”

  I shrugged. “Sorry, man, no can do. We’ve already exchanged mating bites.” I gave the regional heads my best charmer grin. “You know how it is when you meet your mate. Resisting is near impossible.”

  “Yes, well—”

  “Lyra! Get out here right now.” Oily fucker stepped as if to walk past me, but I stopped him with a hand to his chest and a deep growl.

  “Don’t even fucking think about it.”

  Before he could reply, Lyra slid up beside me, looking at the men nervously. Oily fucker’s eyes immediately went to the red bite mark on her neck, and his face practically turned purple.

  “You bit her,” he hissed.

  I shrugged. “I told you we exchanged mating bites. What’d you expect?”

  He looked me over, an arrogant expression growing on his face. “You bit her, but I see no reciprocal bite. If you claimed her against her will, there will be hell to pay.”

  I gripped the oily fucker by the throat, yanking him up so he could look me in the eye. “Unlike you, I don’t need to force women into my bed.” I set the man back on his feet, growling the whole time.

  “Killian didn’t claim me against my will.” Lyra
took a step forward, anger burning in her eyes. “Our claiming was mutual. There’s no crime here.”

  Oily fucker straightened the wrinkles in his shirt, looking affronted and a bit less sure of himself. “Then where’s his bite? I see no mark on him.”

  She blushed and glanced at me. The NALB guys looked over my chest and arms, giving me a sour frown when they saw no mark. But I just grinned.

  And dropped my towel.

  “My bite’s right here.” I gripped my junk and moved it to the side to show off Lyra’s teeth marks. “Happy now?”

  Oily fucker blanched, turning away after he got a good eyeful of my cock. The regional heads each nodded, looking as if they were fighting to keep from laughing.

  “Sorry to disturb you, Alpha O’Shea. Congratulations on your mating.”

  “Thank you. But if y’all will excuse us, I have a mate who should be screaming my name right now.” I slammed the door in their faces, pulling Lyra into my arms.

  “I say we celebrate.” I picked her up and carried her to the bed, tossing her on the mattress.

  She giggled as she bounced. “What exactly did you have in mind?”

  Grinning, I spread her legs wide and crawled over her, stopping when my cock pressed against her. “Anything you want. For as long as you want.”

  “Forever?”

  My growl was loud, filled with pride and happiness. With a shift of my hips, I slid inside, the heat of her making me shiver as I seated myself good and deep. “Yes, forever.”

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