by JF Holland
"Oh yes, I do love a screamer," he said as he pulled back and thrust back into her, watching her head fall back as she clawed at his shoulders, her chest closer to him as she arched back. He groaned at the tight fit of her body, the moist heat strangling his length as he pushed into her roughly. He knew she must be sore from earlier but his cat needed appeasing, and this way was a lot more pleasurable than that moody bastard getting out and showing his displeasure in person, he was worse than the man.
"Come on Maya, you said you were going to scream," he goaded as he bent his head forward and bit down on her left breast before sucking her nipple into his mouth. Then he remembered why he was here and he got pissed off all over again too. "Never lock a door on me again, you are mine," he said on another thrust. "This is mine," he told her leaning her into the wall so he could bring a hand around between them, the other holding her under her bottom. His used his thumb on that bundle of nerves at the top of her sex, pressing down and then rubbing it. "Don't tell me no, and try keeping this from me, and do not ever goad a man who is stronger than you. Do you hear me?" he asked as he again rotated his hips on his upward thrust, her throat worked a couple of times drawing his attention to the creamy expanse of her neck. He sucked her wildly beating pulse between his lips and then stroked down the length of it with his tongue, before letting go and returning his arms to her bottom, lifting her as he thrust deep again. They groaned in unison, and he watched her eyes open, those spikey lashes fluttering as her dark navy eyes met his defiantly.
"Come on Tiddles, you said you'd make me scream. I don't see much evidence of it," she said as she rotated her hips on him, making him swallow a startled laugh as he looked into her gorgeous expressive eyes. He had to force himself to frown when he wanted to groan at the lust evident in her flushed features and blown pupils.
"You really don't want to be goading me now, not in this," he told her as he slowly lowered her legs to the floor. She frowned herself now as he pulled out, then he grabbed her waist and turned her to face the wall, the water now warm as it beat down on their naked bodies. He grabbed her arms and pulled them above her head and pinned them to the shower wall with his own as he nudged her legs apart, using his hand on the base of her back, just above her gorgeous full, rounded cheeks.
"Bend forward," he commanded and when she didn't comply he bent over her, nudging at her entrance with his erection, enjoying the feel of her silky skin and the moisture leaking from her core to bathe the head. "Do it now," he said as he rubbed himself against her, biting back another groan at the sensation as the moisture slid over the top and down around the sensitive crown. A feather light caress, like a tongue licking at him, he needed her to comply. "You either do it, or I just finish myself off over your back and leave you aching. Your choice, mate," he bit out as his hand went to his own cock and gripped, wrapping his large fist around his throbbing, straining flesh. He needed relief so began to stroke himself, his arm flexing with his movement, his eyes growing heavy and slumberous. She turned her head to see what he was doing behind her, but he noticed she didn't take her hands off the wall. Her eyes followed the movement of his hand hungrily, he watched her throat move as her tongue come out to sweep over her bottom lip. Was she imagining licking down his length he wondered as she then pursed her lips and growled at him?
"You wouldn’t," he just raised a brow at her as he used his other hand to stroke and roll his balls as he continued to squeeze and pump himself with his own fist, and he heard her hiss. "Fine, have it your way, but I'm telling you know, Tiddles. You don't make it worth my while, I'm going out looking for someone who can."
Jaden, hissed himself at the threat. He pushed on the base of her back with the hand that wasn't busy and once he had her where he wanted he slammed home, non-too gently, and slapped her right butt cheek with the palm of his hand at the same time.
"Don't you dare threaten me with that, I ever find another man's scent on you and he's a dead man," he grit out as he grabbed onto her hips, pulling her back into him as he picked up the pace. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh loud in the hollow room as he pulled out nearly all the way before slamming home again. Then he bent forward and licked up the centre of her spine, his mouth coming to rest on her shoulder, where he bit down with his teeth, holding her in place as he continued to hammer into her. Blanketing her body with his own, he moved one hand around the front and spread her folds as he used his index finger to rub circles around that tight bundle of nerves at the front of her sex, as he continued to thrust. Pressing and retreating with his finger as he matched his movements. Her legs began to shake, and he took hold of her hands and pulled her upright, then lowered them both to the floor of the shower cubicle him still buried deep in her body. He slowly lowered her to her hands and knees and once again blanketed her body, his cat purring his approval as he again bit down on her shoulder and began to pick up the pace again, giving no quarter, powering into her until he felt her muscles clench down on him.
"Son of a bitch," he hissed against her shoulder, the contractions so strong it was nearly impossible to move as she screamed his name as she came for him, and that was all it took. Her body milked his, and he released his bite to throw back his head and growl through his own release as he pumped into her body, his hands holding her hips to him as he continued to thrust through his orgasm.
Breathing heavy, lungs burning for air he sat back and pulled her with him, she was as limp as a rag doll and his chest expanded at the thought. He lifted her slightly so he could slip out of her body and then used a hand to sooth between her legs and clean away the evidence of their combined bodily fluids as the water washed them clean. He sat there with her on the shower floor, her head had fallen back on his shoulder and he used a hand on her chin to turn her face to him, kissing her.
"I told you I could make you scream," he said smugly, and she just snorted and closed her eyes, her breathing turning from ragged to steady. He smiled against her mouth as he gave her a gentle kiss, just a brush of his mouth over hers as he realised she'd fallen asleep on him. He slowly rose to his feet and swung her up in his arms, turned off the water and stepped out, grabbing a couple of towels off the rail. He padded across the landing and into his bedroom, he'd checked it out earlier and stashed his clothes, now he threw a towel on the bed and put a knee down for balance as he slowly lowered her onto the towel. He gave her body a quick rub - to dry her off, including her hair, and she tried to bat his hands away making him grin as he tugged the towel out from under her. He moved her up the bed until her head rested on the pillow, then he roughly dried himself off, rubbing the towel over his hair before throwing the towel on the floor. He then ran his hands through the midnight strands to take it off his forehead and face and climbed in on the other side of the bed. He pushed up behind her, bringing her into his body and pulled the cover over them both, nestling her back to his front as he spooned in behind her. Throwing an arm around her waist, he cupped a breast as he let his breathing even out and closed his eyes, sated for the first time in years. He was bone weary, and had a lot to think on, but he pushed thoughts of his brother to the back of his mind, he was not going there now, he had time to think about that now he'd found his mate, plenty of time. He needed sleep, he would worry, question and make plans tomorrow. For now he let the thought go. He pushed a thigh between Maya's and curled further around her and drifted off to sleep with a smile playing around his mouth.
Chapter Nine
Maya's eyes opened slowly, she blinked a few times as she tried to get her bearings. These surroundings weren't familiar where the hell was she? Then she turned her head and found a large naked, male back facing her, muscle rippling below the skin as he slept, one arm tucked under his pillow and one thrown over the top of the cover. A muscular thigh was also visible as well as a slim hip as the cover had slipped sideways so was barely covering his rounded, muscular butt cheeks. She blinked some more, but nope, he was still there. Frowning, she tried to remember about yesterday as she took i
n the midnight black dishevelled hair but nothing was clicking with her so she pushed the covers to one side and realises she was naked too. Quickly she looked towards that back and covered her breasts with the sheet as she slowly began to edge sideways off the bed, her legs complained as did her back and other areas that had no right complaining about anything. Then it all came back to her in a rush, Jaden, that's who he was. Then other things began coming back to her like him taking her on the floor downstairs, then again in the shower. She squeezed her eyes, and other areas as the pictures ran through her mind.
Shit, what the hell had she been thinking to give in to him, she obviously hadn't had she then she remembered the shifter in her house and her breath caught. Turning her head towards him again to check he was still breathing deeply she shuffled a little more towards the edge of the bed, catching the time on the bedside clock. 7 a.m. She was due in work in the next hour and she had no clothes, her uniform was next door with everything else she owned. Her mouth pursed in displeasure as she tried to figure out how to get her stuff when she had no clothes on.
"Maya, you're giving me a headache with all the thoughts running around in that head of yours. Stop broadcasting so loudly, just give me a minute and I'll sort us both out." Turning her head again her eyes were caught and held in his slumberous amber gaze, he looked like a big cat lay there. She frowned at her thoughts, he was a cat, was it even legal to have sex with a shifter? Rusty laughter rumbled from that barrelled chest and an arm was slung over her waist as he dragged her across the bed and closer to him.
Jaden was amused despite not getting much sleep, she had some of the weirdest ideas. I mean how could she question that he was also a man? She'd seen the goods and had sampled them a few times. He heard her snort and grinned as he pulled her further into his body and lazily threw a thigh over hers to stop her trying to move away from him again.
"Stop trying to wiggle away from me, you won't like it if I have to track you down again. Plus there is the small matter of you being stalked by another shifter and we don't know what his intentions are yet." She flopped back against the pillow and growled low in her throat. When had her life gotten so complicated?
"Just give me a minute. I'll find you something to throw on and come next door with you while you get ready for work. Then I'll take you myself.
"I'm capable of getting myself to work, I've been doing it for years."
"Yes, but have you been eluding a shifter who's been stalking you?" She raised a brow at that one and he growled. "I mean a shifter who may be up to no good?" Her brow rose further. "Jesus Christ, I mean one who isn't after your body, or to give you pleasure. One who isn't your God damn mate and you know it. Stop being so pedantic, it's too early," he groused as he pulled her until she was flush against his chest.
"Now shut up and give me a good morning kiss, I'd take more but I think I need to leave you alone for a few hours. I was a little rough with your yesterday," he admitted, no quite believing he'd woken her twice again in the night. No wonder her brain wasn't functioning properly, he'd not really given her much rest, and she must now be sore from his demands. He probably owed her an apology but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it, he'd made sure she'd enjoyed it - several times before he'd taken his own pleasure, surely that didn't require an apology? Maybe if he'd left her hanging it would, but he'd not been so selfish. There went his morning wood at just the thought of it, and he gave serious thought to just how sore she was?
"No, not a cat in hell's chance, I'm sure I have frictions burns. Take care of yourself. Jesus, you need your levels checking or something because that isn't normal."
"It is for a cat, especially one who's gone without more than a quick hand job for nearly 5-years. This is only the beginning, it's going to get stronger."
"What is?"
"The urge to take you, to tie you to me." He watched her frown and then her hand came up and rubbed over her shoulder. He looked smugly at the puncture wounds and bruise where he'd held her down with his mouth in the shower. He'd branded her, it was their way, or so his cat had told him, but he'd not been able to resist sucking on the delicate skin later on and bathing it with his tongue.
"Come on give me a good morning kiss and I'll let you up," he told her, rolling onto his back and pulling her over him. He took her mouth without any further preliminaries, pushing his tongue into her mouth as he rasped it over her own, twining and retreating. He then groaned against her soft flesh as she returned it, her mouth now feeding from his. He pulled his head back and grinned at her, a thoroughly pleased with himself, smug, satisfied look on his face, as he kissed the end of her nose before he slapped her arse and rolled her off him.
Maya gasped and then squealed as he slapped her, she rubbed the spot and glared at him but he just laughed as he pushed back the covers and stood up, stretching by the side of the bed. Arms above his head and chest, arms, and stomach muscles dancing as other parts of him bobbed and danced too, she looked away blushing.
"Do you have no modesty, sheesh, cover up your junk," she sniffed as she closed her eyes. They opened as he suddenly pinned her beneath him, his thighs either side of hers as he put a hand under her chin so she had to meet his gaze.
"You will learn that I don't like clothes, and most shifters have no problem being naked in front of others. We shift Maya, change form and when we turn back we are always naked, it kind of comes with the territory. After you've shifted yourself a few times, you'll get used to it, well as long as you don't change back when other males are around. That is a no, no, this," he said, eyes moving over her face and body. "This is all mine, you do not show it to any other males or there will be trouble," he told her rubbing his nose against hers before suddenly lifting up and moving off her. He walked out of the bedroom door, leaving it wide open behind him.
"I need to find somewhere to live, I only rented this place short-term until I had you, now I need to find somewhere else. I originally intended to leave the country and go back to Arizona, once I'd found and bound you, but Binks changes things. Plus there are things I need to learn about our kind so I can help you adjust," he told her through the open bathroom door as he relieved himself. She again closed her eyes to block out the sight of him through the open doors. I mean, the man had no modesty what so ever, he didn't even shut the door while he peed. She heard his laughter in her head as the shower came on and he stepped into the large cubicle.
"I'll only be a minute, I'd offer to share but you don't want to be late and I don't want to make you any sorer than you already are."
Maya opened her eyes and looked around, nothing coming to mind that she could wrap around herself. She edged sideways out of the bed again and took the sheet with her, wrapping it around her body before sitting on the edge of the bed and waiting for her turn. She jumped as he walked back through the door rubbing at his wet hair with a towel, another slung precariously low on his narrow hips.
"Your turn," he told her as he continued to rub at his hair before looking towards her as she tried to shuffle past him sideways, her eyes not meeting his and the bedding swamping her. He tutted as he reached for the end of it, and gave a tug, unravelling her and leaving her stood naked before him.
His chest rumbled as his eyes swept over all her naked flesh. He did a quick visual up and down her body his eyes resting on the junction between her thighs and his eyes flaring briefly before they travelled on up, resting again on her breasts, making her cross her arms to cover her reaction to him. He smiled and leaned into her.