by Simone Elise
He gently pushed me back, his hands working my skirt and G-string off.
It was when he pushed them down my legs, it hit me. I was completely naked in front of him. I had never been ashamed of my body as I worked hard to maintain it, but I didn’t just take my clothes off for anyone.
Blake had been the only one I felt comfortable being naked in front of.
‘He’s never seeing you naked again. No one is,’ Zane spoke with authority in my head. I really needed to stop thinking, but it occurred to me again he was saying that like he was laying down the law.
‘It is law. No-one is seeing you like this.’ His hand ran up my inner thigh. ‘It pisses me off he has seen you like this. No wonder he was begging for you to take him back.’
‘You’ve seen Ebony,’ I forced back in his head. ‘What’s the difference?’
‘That’s Ebony. She has nothing on you. I’d be begging for you to take me back too.’ He groaned. ‘You’re so fucking soft.’ His finger ran over my bare skin, he slipped a finger into me, and I arched my back. ‘And wet for me.’ He slipped another finger in me picking up the pace, just as his mouth covered my breast. ‘Fuck, you’re killing me, Allie.’
I groaned. God, I can’t take foreplay. “Stop teasing me,” I said breathlessly.
His tongue swirled around my nipple. I couldn’t do foreplay, I needed him. In me. Pushing me to the breaking point. That’s what I needed.
“Please, Zane,” I begged.
He pulled back and started taking his clothes off. My eyes took in his defined body and those darn fucking tattoos. So much detail and I wanted to explore each one with my tongue.
“Allie?”
“Mm?” I was still taking in his body. God, how did I get so lucky? My hands reached up, and I felt his hard abs.
“Protection, we need to talk about it before we go further.”
I snapped my eyes off him, looking him in the eye.
“Have you ever gone skin on skin?” he asked, gripping me and dragging me up the bed until my head sunk into one of his pillows. Having his naked body so close was making my mind clouded. “Skin on skin, have you done it?” he repeated. Like he knew I was distracted.
“No.” I knew he was more experienced than me, so I didn’t need to ask him when I knew the answer was obvious.
“Me neither.”
“What?” I looked at him like he couldn’t be serious.
He shrugged, kneeling in between my legs. “I wanted to experience that with my mate.”
My mouth dropped open, now understanding why he was asking me the question. He wanted to do skin on skin. With me.
“Are you protected?” He looked like his self-control was wavering right now. Like he was seconds from just taking me without getting an answer.
“Injection,” I answered. “So yes.”
“Good.” He inhaled sharply. “I was praying you were.” His hands ran up my stomach until he was gripping my breasts. “You know it’s painful?”
I frowned. “I’m not a virgin.” God, Blake had taken that a long time ago.
‘It pisses me off he was the one to do it.’
“Out of my head, Zane.”
“Sorry.” He quickly kissed my lips and pulled back, making me groan and throw my head back. Why was he pulling back? “It’s painful.”
“What? Losing my virginity? Cause it wasn’t that bad.” I made a point not to recall the memory right now knowing he was in my head. He did not want to know the details. Hell, I didn’t want him to know the details! “Why are we talking about this?” I frowned, frustrated.
Could he not see or feel how bad I wanted him right now? It was past want and was now a physical need.
His lips returned to my skin, and he kissed down my neck and across my collarbone, and just when I was enjoying it, he pulled back, making me groan again.
“No, being marked.” He planted another soft kiss on my collarbone.
Being marked? My eyes widened. “No. No way are we doing that. You will regret it.”
He kneeled back up. “I’m not changing my mind, Allie.”
“You aren’t marking me.” Having sex with him was going to be hard enough to deal with when he decided to go back to ignoring me. “I can’t handle that, Zane. You marking me as yours and then…”
“I’m not changing my mind.” He hovered over me. “I love you. I want you, and I need to mark you as mine. I want my mark on you for the rest of your life.”
I started biting my lip. It was a bad idea. Such a bad idea. How the hell was I going to be able to leave if he marked me? I knew the answer to that.
I couldn’t leave.
Was that his angle? To ensure I would forever be wanting him? Never being able to leave him? If he marked me, I couldn’t leave him.
‘That’s only if you mark me, sweetheart. I’m asking to mark you. Not for you to mark me.’
He was right. My eyes widened. He would be committing to me. Not me to him. That would only happen if I marked him. His connection to me would be stronger. His need for me would be undeniable. He couldn’t just turn his back on me, even if he wanted to.
“You don’t have to do it, just to prove to me, you won’t you know, um, ignore me again.” I started speaking, but the words were failing me. What he was willing to do was, well, it was unbelievable; that Zane Harris wanted to commit to me.
It would physically kill him if I did choose to leave. He would never get over that, and yet he was willing to do that? To risk that? When I hadn’t promised I would stay? Was he insane? I looked at him as if he was.
“Allie, let me mark you?” he spoke, his words swirling around my face, the need in them was pulling on my heart. I wanted to please him. I wanted to give him what he needed, what he wanted.
“You really want to do this?” I looked him in the eye, ignoring how it was sending waves of pleasure all over my body, knowing my mate didn’t just want to acknowledge me but wanted to claim me. Stating to the world I was his.
“Yes.” He kissed my lips. “But it’s going to hurt you which is why I was thinking,” he started kissing down my neck, that “We should try and numb it with pleasure.”
Pleasure. I liked the sound of that. I would take a big dose of pleasure. Pleasured by Zane. Could anything get more perfect? I nodded liking that plan.
“So, skin on skin, and I mark you as soon as I enter you?” Zane said, confirming the plan while planting soft kisses over my chest.
“You’re in charge, Zane,” I said breathless, lost in his kisses.
“I think I could get used to hearing that from you.” He pulled away from me smirking. “Where do you want your mark?” He kissed the top of my breast. “Somewhere where I’ll only see it or,” he kissed my collarbone, “Somewhere where everyone will see it?”
“You pick.”
“You don’t care?”
I shook my head.
He grinned. “In that case, we are going with where everyone can see it.” He kissed the base of my neck. “You ready?”
I suddenly felt nervous, but I nodded my head. Surely it wasn’t that painful?
“Remember we are numbing it with pleasure, sweetheart.” He kissed my lips as if he knew I was suddenly panicking about the pain. “You ready?” He positioned himself in between my legs, and I could feel him, with one thrust he would be inside.
He kissed the base of my neck again.
I was so ready for this. I nodded my head and as soon as I did, his teeth pierced my skin, but at the same time, he thrust into me, making my back arch.
It was like a piercing hot poker rod was put through the base of my neck. I inhaled sharply in pain. My body so consumed by it, it took a second for the pleasure to kick in, but it did. Zane was literally fucking the pain out of me.
He started sucking my mark, and it was like having every nerve electrified. He was thrusting into me with such possession. Pushing me closer and closer. He was still sucking o
n my mark, and it was indescribable. How incredible it felt.
‘You alright, sweetheart?’
“God yes.” I knew instantly what I wanted to do. Normally I would weigh a pro and con list. I’m even sure Zane and my’s history would flash in my head, reminding me of all the reasons why I shouldn’t do what I was about to.
But I didn’t let anything stop me. I didn’t even think it through, not giving him any warning as my teeth landed on his shoulder and I marked him.
I felt his pain immediately, but doing what he did to me, I sucked his mark, and he started fucking me again, this time harder. He groaned as I continued to suck his mark.
The bed was moving. I think the whole house was moving as he fucked me like I had never been fucked before.
It was intense. Overwhelming. All consuming. I don’t know how long our bodies connected for. Time just disappeared, and I lost my mind, thoughts, everything to the pleasure I was feeling.
Oh my God. I can’t take this. I was breathless, panting.
“Come for me, Allie,” he demanded. “Don’t make me go by myself.”
OH, MY GOD! I gripped onto his shoulders, as he continued to thrust into me, at an incredible speed.
I couldn’t take any more.
“Come on, Allie, you’re nearly there,” he encouraged me. “Come on, sweetheart.”
“I can’t take anymore,” I panted. My legs slowly going weak, my feet curling, my body shaking and convoluting as he thrust deeper and deeper into me.
‘Nearly there, sweetheart.’
Could he feel what I felt? Because I think my body was close to hitting the peak of pleasure. I always thought there was a glass roof on pleasure and Zane had shattered that.
My legs tightened around him, and I think he knew it was coming before I did because he was quick to take my lips as I came apart underneath him, moaning his name.
Chapter Sixty-one
ZANE
My hand ran down her bare back. She was still asleep, and I hadn’t shut the curtains last night, so the sunlight was beaming through showing me just how fucking perfect she was. Getting to see her naked body in the daylight. She was half covered with a white sheet.
My hand moved over her hip. God her skin was soft. So welcoming. I pulled her back into me. She didn’t wake, but did rest back into me. I liked that. No, I fucking loved it that she felt comfortable with me.
My eyes looked at my mark and I grinned. She couldn’t hide that even if she wanted to.
Allie Winters was mine.
I knew I should keep my hands off her. I knew there was a chance me touching her body with such greed would wake her, but I couldn’t stop myself.
She stirred in my arms when I started kissing across her shoulder.
“Zane?” She didn’t open her eyes and sounded slightly confused.
“I’d be rather pissed off if someone else was doing this to you.” My hand went between her thighs. I knew I had only had her hours ago, but I wanted her again.
She smiled and opened her eyes. God, they were captivating. She could have anyone she wanted. With just one look, you would follow her.
“Morning.” She turned in my arms and laid on her back.
“Fucking perfect one if you ask me.” I kissed her cheek while my arm was under her head, and my other hand pushed her thighs open. I pulled my arm from under her so I could kiss her and, as soon as I got a taste, I couldn’t get enough.
She was sweet, she was inviting, and she was all mine. My hand went over her waxed skin. God, she had me hard already before I even got a finger on her sensitive skin.
“Haven’t you had enough of me?” She pulled her lips from mine and I growled. Wanting her lips back on mine. She ignored my growl, and she didn’t go back to kissing me.
“I will never get enough of you or your body.” I moved over her. I remembered her moaning my name last night as she came and that had caused me to come instantly, and just remembering it caused me to go stiff.
I wanted to hear it again. And again. I went back to kissing her lips. Sex with Allie was the best sex I had ever had. If I knew it was this good, I would have fucked her the minute I met her. No woman even came close to her. No woman ever got my blood pumping like her, or made me go this hard.
Just the sight of her had me aching all over with need.
God, why had I been wasting my time with other women when I could have this? Nothing compared to sex with her.
I was hooked. Completely addicted and I needed another dose.
She opened her thighs willingly for me, and I couldn’t be more pleased. I pulled back from her lips and kissed down her neck until I found her mark. Kissing it at first, she arched her back, and then I started to suck, and her fingers dug into my back.
My hand went between her legs, and I could feel how wet she was for me. I wanted to tease her, to get her begging for me, but not this morning. Not when I needed her so bad.
I thrust into her, and she moaned in pleasure. The sexy noises she made as I took her were so fucking hot.
I kneeled up, gripping her legs and leaning them against my shoulders, taking her deeper. I knew she felt it too because the expression on her face sent a wave of delight through my blood. I wanted to please her. I wanted her to want for nothing.
I wanted to make sure her every need was taken care of.
I didn't just want it, I was going to make sure it was fucking taken care of.
My Allie would want for nothing.
Her grip on me tightened, and I knew what was coming. I was getting her there.
‘You, Zane, are going to kill me.’ Her voice flooded my mind, and I knew she was speaking to me through our link because she couldn’t form words.
Good.
I wanted her breathless, panting and moaning my name. I thrust into her deeper.
Her legs started to shake, and I knew she was slowly coming to pieces.
***
I pulled on a fresh shirt and couldn’t stop myself from checking her out as she got dressed. My eyes running up and down her body as she stood there in her underwear. I wanted nothing more than to take it off her.
But I knew she hadn’t eaten anything yesterday so she needed breakfast.
As much as I needed her, I also needed her to be able to keep up with me, which meant she needed food.
I stood back, dressed and watched her frown as she pulled her tank top on.
“What’s wrong?” I asked from across the room.
She looked up with wide eyes. She hadn’t realized I was watching. Didn’t she know by now, my eyes were always on her.
“Um, it’s just.” She walked towards me, looking down at the ground. “I don’t think I should stay for, um, breakfast.”
My hand went to her chin, and I lifted her face up, making her look me in the eye. Why was she looking so nervous? “Why not?”
“Because of your parents.” She tilted her head slightly. “And this.” She pointed to her mark. “They won’t be jumping for joy.” She sighed. “I should have made you hide it.”
I smiled. That was all she was worried about? “I want everyone to see it.” My hands spread across her hips. “Including my parents.”
She scoffed, “You should be panicking by now. Or throwing me out.” She pulled away from me, like she couldn’t believe that I wasn’t doing either thing. “I was expecting to be thrown out before anyone woke up.”
“Not happening, Allie. I want everyone to know.”
“You won’t be saying that when your parents get a hold of you and give you a firm lecture on how I'm not pack material.” She crossed her arms, looking all sorts of worried. “I should go.”
My hand shot out, stopping her. “No. You’re coming down for breakfast with me.”
Her hand ran up my tattoos. “What’s your plan exactly, because no-one is going to be very welcoming to the idea of there being a you and me?”
“It isn’t an idea, it is
happening.” But I felt like I would have to press the message harder to her. “People don’t get a say in my life. I live it how I want to, and I’m choosing to spend it with you. People won’t have the guts to question me on it.”
“What about the Elders? Or your dad? They all don’t like me.”
“Allie, I don’t care.” I linked my hands with hers. “You’re my mate. They don’t get a say. The Elders won’t fight it because you are my mate and, well, dad will want to enroll you in everything possible to get you in the best possible shape to lead, but not one of them is going to pull us apart.”
She exhaled slowly, again looking extremely worried.
“Allie, you aren’t losing me.” I dipped my head, locking my eyes with hers. “I’m yours, and no-one is going to change that.”
The corner of her lips twitched up. “You are really positive this morning.”
“Had one fucking great start to the morning.” I kissed her lips. “Might have something to do with you, and this,” I kissed her mark, “And you being mine.” Finally.
She nodded her head. “Ok.”
“Ok, as in you will come down to breakfast?”
She nodded her head.
I slowly walked backwards, holding her hands. “Have you accepted the fact I’m not changing my mind yet?”
She shook her head. “Nope. The Zane I know will be ignoring me at breakfast.”
“Trust me, the last thing I will be doing is ignoring you. Touching you and feeling you up, yes.” I stopped at the door. “You ready to face the world as mine, now?”
She frowned for a second and then nodded her head. “If one person comments on my mark though, I will take limbs off.”
Now that sounded more like the furious Allie I knew.
Her and that attitude.
***
We had got breakfast, and I made a point to load up her plate. She seemed more determined on not making eye contact with anyone to notice what I was doing. We had got a table by ourselves, and she went to sit next to me when I pulled her onto my lap.
I hadn’t kept my hands off her. I didn’t care who saw. Allie was mine.
As soon as I sat the plates down, my hands were back on her, and she didn’t seem to mind.