by A. B Lee
“The way you say my name makes it sound like you care. Don’t do that, Marcus, don’t sound like you give a shit about me when we both know that you’re playing me for some damn reason…”
Her words hit him hard. His pride roared. His beast roared. He fisted his hands at his sides and held firm right where he was.
“I do care. You’re a good woman, you help people…”
“Oh, back to the sainted doctor bit again? I’m a woman. That’s it. My job doesn’t define me no more than your shifter DNA defines you. We’re both just people with baggage. Your baggage is hanging between your legs.”
Marcus opened his mouth to speak but what the hell could he say to that. She’d just condemned him for sleeping around. That was how she saw him- a man whore.
Did she just want a damn ride on his cock the way the others had?
He could give her that. One night on his cock. One night in his arms. Fuck her like she’d never been fucked before, until she saw stars.
Then he could make love to her like a mate would and let her go in the morning. Stay the hell away from her until he went insane and his clan ended his suffering…
Now that he’d found her he’d never want to sink his length into another woman. What did it matter if she was his last? His everything?
One damned night to truly know his mate.
Marcus stalked towards his bed and she’d felt him coming because her body tensed and she turned towards him. He stood there, practically naked in the half light from the other room, and he watched her wide eyes take him in. Every contour, every inch that she could see.
Her gaze lingered on the hard bulge of his cock under the shorts that he’d changed into as a reminder that she was off limits. As a sort of barrier between them. Naked was more comfortable; shorts said keep your hands to yourself.
He saw her mouth open as she took a long breath. The tip of her pink tongue came out and brushed over her lips and he growled long and hard at the sight of it. He wanted to taste her tongue on his again…
“Move over, you’re on my side…” He growled the words. Gave her the chance to tell him to go to hell, and he would, he was heading that way anyway.
She surprised him by moving, making a space for him. He stood there transfixed by her eyes as they stared up at him. Then he hands reached for the elastic of his short and he took a long moment to hook them on his thumbs and show her exactly what he was planning to do…
He heard her heartbeat skip and thud harder. He saw her eyes drop to where his hard length poked against the fabric wanting out- he waited for the longest moment of his damned life for her to make the choice…
She tossed back the covers and his bear roared, his heart raced, and his cock got so damn hard that he thought it might actually snap off.
He thrust the shorts down his legs and his cock sprang free. He heard her draw a breath as her eyes fixed on it. He kicked his shorts off and climbed into the bed beside her, slowly, like a predator waiting for its prey to run.
Janice didn’t second guess this choice. His cock might have been damned imposing, and even as a doctor she had to wonder how the hell she was going to take that comfortably inside of her, but others had done it… they might have been walking bandy legged the next day, but she could live with that.
One moment he was making himself comfortable, lying back on the bed, and the next his arm was beneath her body and he was lifting her up and sliding her on top of him.
She might have tossed off a few of her clothes as she tried to find some comfort inside of his bed alone, but she was still wearing way too many clothes for her liking.
Her hands found the hard ridges of his chest and her fingers tingled with the touch. Two large hands cupped her face and he drew her head down, his lips brushing hers. She felt that touch all the way down to her toes.
The hard press of his cock against her stomach made her want to rip of her clothes and feel it, flesh to flesh, and yet he took her mind off it when his lips pressed hers and his tongue swiped against the seam.
He tasted her lips and then pressed inside. With a growl that said he was hungry for more, he devoured her with so much ferocity that her damn head spun.
His hands left her face and travelled down her body and her mind was caught between the feel of them and the feel of his tongue duelling with hers.
His hands hooked her shirt and he yanked it up and over her head; breaking the kiss just long enough to free her of the fabric barrier to his touch. He could feel her hard nipples against his chest as she moved against him. He knew what she needed; his touch over those aching buds, and he didn’t waste time undoing the clasp, he just ripped it in two…
He heard her gasp against his mouth and yet she didn’t pull away, didn’t pull up, until he slid the lace down her shoulders and she moved just enough to allow him to pull it away.
There was a low moan that caught deep within her throat as she rubbed her breasts against his chest. His cock twitched between them at that sweet sound and he wanted to hear more.
His hands ran up her sides and sought her breasts, cupping them in his palms, squeezing gently and testing to see how much she could take as he tightened his hold. He ran the pads of his thumbs against those aching buds and she moaned again, squirmed against his length…
He hooked her under the arms and lifted her body up his, breaking the kiss, and making her mew until his lips locked around one taunt nipple and he sucked it against his tongue. Her hands palmed the pillows below his head and she held her upper body up so that he could have all the damn access that he wanted to her breasts…
She closed her eyes and savoured the way the pull and tug on her desperate nipples sent bolts of pleasure between her legs. She could feel the wet heat between her thighs and she had no intention of pressing them together to try to mask that scent.
She knew that if he didn’t have it already, he soon would. He growled against her flesh, long and hard, and even that vibration rolled through her.
His hands were pushing at the fabric over her hips. More skin against skin for her to revel in as she squirmed against his body, letting him free her from the confines of her clothes. He used his feet to yank the material away from her legs and she straddle his hips, bringing that press of his cock against the moistness of her panties…
She rocked back and forth down his length and heard a tortured groan rumble in his throat. His teeth tugged at the sensitive nipple and her head went back as she arched her back…
“Fuck…” She practically growled the word and his bear responded to that sound.
His hands ripped the last barrier from her sex and she was free to feel the satin of his cock against her wet folds. It felt like hot fucking heaven to her and she moaned freely, uncaring if she sounded desperate or not.
She was desperate. Her body had fired up with a deep heat that had swept through her like wildfire. Her inner muscles were clenching around nothing at all, and she needed to feel him inside of her, stretching her around his hard, thick length…
“Marcus…” She sounded breathy and desperate to her own damn ears; she just hoped he was picking up on it…
CHAPTER TEN
A moment later Janice felt his fingers roll over her hip and between her legs. She gasped at the intimate touch as he fingered her wet silken skin.
There was a low, hard growl as he suckled hard and fast around her tortured nipple… and then he pushed one thick digit up inside of her as the pad of his thumb caught her clit and she pushed her hips downwards, taking him as deep inside her as she could get him and clenching her muscles hard around that finger to keep him inside.
She cursed again. Her hands walked up the headboard and her fingers curled against the wooden rung at the top. His finger spun against the silken inner walls of her body and she tossed her head back and savoured the feel of it.
He growled again. Impatience took a hold of him and he slipped that finger out of her and lifted her up his body as he pushed down in the bed. Her
knees came down on either side of his head and he couldn’t hold back from his deepest desire to taste her essence on his tongue.
He pushed it inside her quivering channel, rubbed the tip of his nose against her clit as he swirled within and tasted her juices…
Fuck, but she was fine. Her scent, her taste sent him almost wild. His balls tightened and his cock twitched as if it was being electrocuted.
Mine.
He heard her gasp and feasted on her. He felt the hard press of her inner thighs on either side of his head and devoured her with abandon.
His arms locked around her hips and he didn’t give a shit about breathing as he fucked her with his tongue until she cried out with that first orgasm that made her inner muscles ripple and flutter against his tongue, and her juices flowed down his throat…
He felt her upper body sag. Felt her inner thighs loose the pressure against his head, but he didn’t stop taking the taste of her, his tongue coming out to run up and down her folds, getting her good and wet, before she started to come back to him, and he feasted all over again…
He heard her cussing and cursing him. Felt her try to pull away from his hold as the intensity of what he was doing to her sent her towards insanity, but he didn’t release her, didn’t let her get away from him, didn’t give her a moment of relief as he took her right back over the edge once more until she had a death grip on the head board and her thighs against his damn head as the second orgasm took her harder…
“Fuck… fuck… fuck…” She bit out over and again as that orgasm rumbled on.
He couldn’t hold back the chuckled growl that rumbled through him, through her sex, making the torture even sweeter for her until she was all but done. Her body twitching as the aftershocks went through her.
He released her hips and lowered her back down his body. He swiped her juices away from his mouth with the back of his hand, but he knew her taste was still on his tongue. He palmed her face and lifted her head…
“Taste what I did to you, taste yourself, baby…” He growled against her lips before he swiped his tongue into her mouth and she caught the taste of herself.
It was a turn on like she could never have imagine. His tongue tasted of him and her and mixed together it was potent.
She squirmed against the hard press of his cock against her folds once more; rubbing herself like a needy cat over his flesh and enjoying every tortured second of it against her sensitive nerves…
She wanted to taste his flesh on her tongue. Add his essence to the mixture and see just how damned good he tasted. She pulled away from his kiss and stared at him, eye to eye as she retreated down his hard body.
Marcus hadn’t planned on this, but watching her back away from him towards his cock was somehow the most riveting and erotic thing that he had ever known.
Her pink tongue came out and she licked against his skin, like a damn cat that got the cream. He growled when her blunt teeth nipped the hard ridge of the muscle over his hip, the one that pointed downwards to where his cock sat…
Fuck, but his balls were aching and his cock was twitching like he was a teen again.
She kept her eyes on him, watching his as she licked over the hard taut skin of his belly and encountered his cock. He stole a breath as she moved her body down and placed the flat of her tongue against his balls, swiping upwards to the bulbous crown…
Shit, but he thought his head was going to explode. Maybe both of them, the little one and the big one. She licked him like he was a damned lollipop, her favourite flavour, and then she closed her lips around the crown and teased the sensitive ridge with her tongue as she sucked her cheeks in around him…
“Oh fuck…” Marcus growled. He’d never seen anything so damn erotic in his life. He’d never felt anything so damn good in his life. He’d had his cock sucked a lot, and yet it never felt like this before…
Her eyes smiled up at him as she slowly pushed down, inch by inch taking him deeper into her mouth, stuffing her cheeks with his meat and sucking harder than a woman should have been able to around his thick length. He felt the tip of his cock stab the back of her throat and he growled as she swallowed against it…
“Fuck, Doc…” He growled harder as his hand automatically came up to fist her hair, she was still pushing down, taking him down her throat until she couldn’t get any more of his shaft inside of her mouth…
He was mesmerised. Held frozen in place as she pulled up, gasped around his cock and pressed back down again. He pushed his head back into the pillow, but he couldn’t drag his eyes away from the sight of her eating so much of him, of the feel of her muscles contracting around his girth, protesting his presence, but she kept on doing it, over and over until he felt that pressure in his balls about to release…
“No fucking way am I gonna waste it down that beautiful throat of yours…” He growled out. Suddenly forced into action as he reached out, hooked her under the arms, and yanked her away from his cock with a wet pop…
She gasped in several breaths as he wrenched her body up his. He was done playing, now he wanted inside of her. He flipped her over onto her back and was up on his knees between her legs in no time at all.
His hands slapped down on her inner thighs and he opened her for his gaze. Wet and beckoning his cock to enter her; he fisted his length that was coated with her saliva, and moved his hips in.
He heard her wanton gasp as he positioned the crown of his cock against her channel, felt her rim clench against the very tip, looking for him, and he pushed just the crown into her, opening the sensitive entrance and reminding himself that he couldn’t thrust to the damn hilt just yet…
“Marcus…” His name sounded good on her lips. Her hips pressed upwards seeking more of him and he obliged. Inch by inch; he opened her to him, demanded that her body stretch around his girth as he wasn’t about to fucking back of now…
He got to the point where her body tried to keep him out, didn’t want to expand any more, and he leaned over her and brushed his cheek against hers, taking her scent as he nuzzled between her neck and her shoulder. With blunt teeth he bit down on her skin…
Her head lulled to one side in surrender and he felt her inner muscles slowly loosen. He pushed his hips closer to hers until he filled her to the hilt. It still didn’t feel close enough, deep enough, and he growled with want, with desire to claim her…
His bear tried to push forward. For one moment he felt the fangs start to elongate from his gums and he released his teeth from her skin and pushed the damn bear back inside of its cage with everything that he had…
“Fuck, Marcus, move, please, move your cock…” She begged, and he locked onto her needs, pushing the bear away and pulling back his hips as she made the sweetest sounds he’d ever heard…
“I got you, baby. You need my cock, don’t you?” He growled gently against her ear.
“Yes…” He pushed back to the hilt in one go, not stopping for anything, and savoured the feel of her inner muscles clamping around his length.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so damn tight…” He pulled back again and pressed right back in until his hips were against hers.
He rolled his cock inside of her and she moaned… her fingernails pressed into the flesh of his back and he almost roared at the feel of her dragging those nails down his flesh...
“That’s gonna send me wild, and I ain’t ready for that yet…” He warned her as he reached behind him and snatched one hand away, and then the other. Lifting her arms above her head and pressing her wrists against the bed; holding them there with one hand…
His hips kept working against hers. Slowly, he was savouring each long, deep stroke inside of her. Caging her beneath him like that only made it more potent for him, for her.
She’d given up any semblance of control; she wanted him raw and powerful, and that’s how he felt.
“You like that baby?” Marcus growled against her lips. “You like me taking you like this?” He felt her legs move, felt her feet lock arou
nd his upper thighs, her heel brushed against his balls and he almost shot up the damn bed. He thrust in hard, felt the tip of his cock bang against the opening of her cervix and she made the sweetest sound…
“Fuck…” Marcus growled. She liked that… He dragged his hips back and thrust in hard and as deep as he could get. Her mouth fell open and her back arched as she moaned in pleasure…
“Again…” She begged and he obliged. Her eyes practically rolled in her head at the contact, the friction inside of her, the jab of pain that mixed with the pleasure…
“Marcus…” She bit down on that jolt to her womb…
“Shit, baby… you’re gonna take me to hell and back…” He let go of her wrists and pulled his cock out of her. She mewed in protest, but he was already flipping her onto her stomach and dragging her back onto her knees.
Her curvy ass looked damned fine sticking up in the air in front of him like that, and his eyes locked onto that tight puckered hole as it clenched and released, like it was looking for some action of its own…
“Fuck…” He growled at the thought of squeezing his big cock in her most taboo place… That would happen later if she let him, but right now, her pussy was begging for his attention.
He grabbed her hips and slammed his cock back into her. Her back arched, her head snapped back on her neck and her ass thrust back at him. She cried out at the pleasure and pain and her hands fisted the sheets.
“Yes…” She growled again- like a damn she-bear, and he liked that sound. She might have been all human and yet somewhere in her DNA she might have had a little shifter in her.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Marcus wrenched his hips back and went for gold. Thrusting into her limits over and over again as she welcomed him with clenching muscles and sweet moans.
He didn’t hold back as he had with other women. His mate could take everything that he had to offer and her verbal enjoyment and encouragement was more than enough to keep his skin slapping hard against hers.