Taming Her Hybrid Beast

by Jenika Snow

  The sound of the pipes squealing in the old farmhouse had him grinning. Emma was getting out of the shower, and it was perfect timing. They had just eaten, and Jason had talked Annabelle into heading into town for a movie. The little hybrid female was having a hell of a time adjusting, especially after her mother passing away came as such a shock. Roake couldn’t help but feel for her, even though he had never lost anyone he cared about before. But he considered Annabelle a part of his family now, and he had found his mate. If he lost either of them the destruction he’d unleash on everything and everyone around him would be crippling.

  The sun was already setting, but he didn’t bother turning on any lights. He started chucking off his clothes as he made his way toward the bathroom. Stopping right in front of the door, he could feel the heat and humidity from the shower and smell the fresh scent of Emma right on the other side of the wood. He placed both hands on the frame and hung his head. Her scent permeated right into his body, and he felt his shaft thicken from his desire for her. Roake was already hard as rock, and knowing she was right there for his taking, and that if he wanted to he could easily tear the fucking door down without breaking a sweat just to get to her, had him digging his claws into the wood and growling out deeply.

  “Emma.” He said her name softly, deeply, but loud enough that he knew she heard him. Instantly he heard her heart start to beat faster and picked up on her increased respirations. His lion and tiger rose up, ready to claim their mate. Her arousal was a cloying aroma that had his arms and legs tightening and his beasts purring in desire. He forced himself to knock instead of what he really wanted to do, which was tear the door down and take her.

  “Emma.” He said her name again, this time with harshness in his voice. The door swung open seconds later. She stood before him, the steam billowing out from around her and the towel barely covering her. The rise and fall of her chest had her breasts pressing against the terrycloth. The sight was so tantalizing that he had to curl his fingers around the frame of the door to stop himself from reaching out and cupping the luscious looking mounds. He heard her swallow and watched the slender column of her throat work. That was the good thing about having a mate: he could take her anytime he wanted, because she was just as frantic with her need for him, too. In just two small steps he was right in front of her. Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply and heard the fierce growl that left him. Snapping his eyes open he saw how her pupils dilated as her arousal grew.

  “You see how much I want you?” He reached his hand out, grabbed her wrist, and brought her open palm to his erection.

  She licked her lips and nodded. He hadn’t been asking it in the literal sense, because he knew her animal could sense how much he wanted her, and clearly she could feel and see what she did to him. Roake didn’t want either of them to wait any longer. He slanted his mouth on hers and moved his hand behind the heavy fall of her damp hair to cup the nape of her neck. Pulling her toward him he used his other hand on her neck to tilt her head and deepen the kiss. He opened his mouth and slid his tongue over her bottom lip. Her taste exploded in his mouth, and he felt his chest vibrated with the force of his groan. She pulled him closer, and that caused the towel to fall to the ground. Turning her around, he led them down the hall and to the bedroom. Once inside he slammed the door shut with his foot and walked her backward toward the bed. His cock was hard and insistent, and he knew she had to feel it digging into her belly.

  Breaking the kiss, he panted and stared down at her. Desire was clear on her face, and wanting to torture himself even more, he reached down and found her damp flesh, wetness that had nothing to do with her recent shower. The trimmed thatch of curls that he knew were dark as the night greeted him, along with her silky smooth pussy lips. He spread her open with his fingers and had to grit his teeth as her arousal covered the digits. “I need you, baby, so fucking badly.” He dipped his head and ran his lips across hers. It felt so good to have her in his arms, and knowing that she was only his.

  “I want you, too,” Emma said against his mouth. She relaxed against him and opened her mouth for his tongue. He rested one hand on her lower back while he continued to stroke her pussy. The soft, mewling noises coming from her had him grinding his erection into her bare, damp and hot flesh. A gasp fell from her mouth when he rubbed her clit, and he swallowed the sound. He moved his tongue in her mouth, tasting every hollow, every corner, and drawing her essence into him until it saturated his soul. Breaking the kiss, he dipped his head into the hollow of her throat. Inhaling deeply, he groaned at her scent and drew it deeper into his lungs.

  Running his tongue up her throat, Roake sucked at her pulse point and groaned when he felt her shiver. He wanted his scent on her, in her, fuck, he wanted it saturating her so that any male that came close to her would know he was her mate. Keeping his lips on the side of her neck, he dragged his hand down to her hip and gripped her flesh. She was hot from her shower, so damn curvy. Her hips were wide enough to cradle him, her thighs thick enough to hold onto him as he thrust into her, and her belly and waist had a softness and fullness that had his fingers sinking into her flesh. She wasn’t thin and boney, but made like how a woman should be, with a body that could take a male like him comfortably and beg for more. His cock jerked. He moved them so he had her back to the mattress. She instantly spread her thighs and allowed him to place his hips between them. He grabbed her inner thighs, loved that his fingers dipped into her soft, fleshy body, and growled out. This wasn’t going to be a hard, fast, or primal fuck. No, he was going to go slow with her and show her exactly what her body did to him.

  “I’m burning alive for you, Roake,” she said right beside his ear, and lifted her hips right after the words left her mouth. “I’m so wet for you.”

  He placed his hand back between her thighs and rubbed her slickness, back and forth, faster and harder until these little mewling noises left her and she was mumbling incoherently. The scent of her pussy was like nothing he had ever smelled before: sweet, fresh, slightly musky, but all for him. Her nipples were hard and pressed right up against his chest. When he removed his hand and lifted it so she could see, he sucked her cream from his fingers. His cock punched forward, hard and insistent, and needing to be buried deep inside of her. He thrust his hips forward, grinding his hardness against her warm, slick folds. They both groaned out at the same time.

  He moved lower, ran his hands down her body, tasting every inch of her with his lips and mouth. She was already spread so wide for him, but he wanted more. He wanted her gasping in pleasure and pain. He stared down at her pussy, loved that she glistened for him, so damn wet that her inner thighs were covered in her arousal. He didn’t wait another moment to taste her, because as it was he was barely holding on. He licked at her pussy, flattened his tongue and dragged it up the length of her cleft until he stopped at her clit. She tasted so fucking good. He used his thumbs to spread Emma’s lips apart, and then he delved back in. He dragged his tongue along her soft, moist flesh, and she trembled beneath him. He pressed his hand right on her belly to hold her in place as he devoured her. The very cat-like sounds that came from her told him that he was hitting just the right spot.

  “I can’t take anymore. Please, God, Roake. Please let me come.”

  He looked up the length of her body with only his eyes, and continued to lick and suck at her swollen clit. Instead of stopping like she begged he teased her opening with a finger, and then pushed the digit slowly inside. An involuntary groan left him when she clenched around him.

  “Fuck, baby, Goddamn you’re so fucking tight and hot for me.” He moved away from her clit and flattened his tongue once more, loving that he could reach every part of her pussy with his mouth. He did this over and over, and all the while he pushed more of his thick finger into her, and then added a second, and then a third. Her pussy made juicy noises as she clenched around him. He wanted her to come hard because he was the one making her feel good. Roake went back to sucking on her clit when he had his finge
rs all the way buried deep inside of her. It only took a few seconds for her whole body to tense as her orgasm tore through her. Pulling away once she was settled back on the bed sated, Roake straightened and looked down at her. Her clit was a hard nub at the top of her mound, and she was so fucking red and engorged for him … because of him. Taking hold of his cock, he stroked himself from root to tip.

  “Do you want my cock, Emma?”

  She licked her lips, and he watched the act of her dragging her tongue along the swell of her bottom lip. It was slow and sensual, and made him harder. God, he was so fucking hard. He had said he wanted soft and easy with her, but it was turning out that this might be more animalistic that he had initially thought. The wetness at the tip of his dick attested to the fact that he wouldn’t last much longer once he was buried balls deep inside of her. His lion and tiger were pushing forward, and he let the bastards out marginally. His nails turned to claws, and his fangs punched out.

  “You know I do, Roake,” she panted out.

  Yeah, he did know she did, and he wasn’t going to make his mate wait any longer. Her breasts jiggled slightly as she shook beneath him from her need to be filled with his dick, that much he could smell from her and her animal. He moved back between her thighs, kept hold of the root of his dick, and ran the tip of his erection up and down her slick folds. When he couldn’t take it any longer, he pressed the tip of his erection against the entrance of her pussy. She was so fucking hot, so damn ready for him that when he pushed just the crown of his dick into her, she instantly clenched tight around him. A guttural groan left him at the feeling, but he didn’t stop. Slamming his hands on either side of her head, he pushed in another inch, and another, and fuck him, one more. Emma felt so good, and so fucking perfect. His forearms were straight and tensed right by her head, and his muscles were clenched as he used all of his strength not to just shove his dick right into her.

  Pushing another inch slowly into her, he couldn’t hold back the groan that left him. She stared up at him, her mouth parted, her eyes wide and glossy, and beads of sweat dotting her forehead.

  “It’s good, baby. Fuck, it’s so good, Emma.” He leaned forward and didn’t stop himself from claiming her mouth at the same time he buried the rest of his cock in her pussy. The strangled sound that came from both of them was loud but muffled. He braced an elbow on the bed and took hold of her jaw with his hand. Tilting her head to the side, he probed her mouth with his tongue. His dick pulsed inside of her, and the need to come made it nearly impossible for him to keep his control.

  “You’re so big, Roake, stretching me so good.”

  “Yeah I am, baby.” Roake pulled out until just the tip of his erection was inside of her, and then slammed back into her. He did this over and over again, not picking up his speed, but making sure to completely fill her every time. Sweat covered his back as he kept up a steady rhythm. He broke the kiss and started licking the side of her neck. Keeping her head to the side with his hand on her jaw, he dragged his tongue up and down her sweet skin, memorizing the flavor and smell of her, and feeling the all-encompassing need to mark her.

  When he had stretched her enough, and when she started mewling and dragging her nails down his back, Roake really started to slam in and out of her. He pulled back just enough to watch her tits bounce and jiggle from the force with which he was fucking her. He looked back at the tender flesh of her neck, saw that it was slightly red from his tongue and teeth, and went back to erotically abuse the area again. “You make me feel so good, Emma, so damn good that I will never get enough of you. Never.” He nearly roared out the last word from the passion that he felt for her.

  “I’m so close, Roake,” she said in this little voice, and he slowed his pace. He wanted her to get off, but he didn’t want her climaxing frantically. He wanted to drag it out of her and make her fly from it.

  He kept the same steady rhythm, but he was slamming into her at the end, rubbing the root of his shaft on her clit, and feeling the tremors of her pleasure clench around his cock. She moved up the bed an inch, and he braced a hand on her shoulder. Roake pulled her down on the bed, impaling her on his dick, and he gritted his teeth when their pelvises pressed together. He was close, too, but he wasn’t about to let go that easily. In the next second he pulled out of her, flipped her onto her belly, and grabbed her hips. Hauling her up on her hands and knees he really wanted to go slow, fuck did he ever. But every time he was with his mate the animal side of him rose up and he lost control. He covered her back with his chest, pushed her thighs open as wide as they could go with his knees between them, and smoothed his hands down her big, gloriously fleshy ass. Sliding back into her body was sweet Nirvana, and he closed his eyes and tilted his head back as euphoria moved through him.

  The new position added a different kind of sensation, but it was just as intense. Roake went back to sliding in and out of her tight, wet heat. “Come on, baby, just let go for me.” He was talking to himself, but she moaned out anyway, as if she were answering. His animals watered for a taste of her again, for the tangy flavor of her blood as he reopened the mark he had given her that proved she was his. He sensed her holding back. “You’re mine, Emma, you are so mine, and I will prove that to you until I am no longer living.”

  He said those words with so much determination, so much promise, that he felt the first ripple of her inner muscles along his shaft. Roake’s words and need to make her know she was his had her coming undone around him. He reached around her, took her clit between his thumb and forefinger, and pinched the bundle of nerves until she couldn’t hold off any longer. She cried out, clenched around his cock in rhythmic pulls, and milked him so he couldn’t hold off on coming either. With a mighty roar he let go himself.

  “God, Roake,” she gasped out into the pillow.

  He didn’t slow or stop pounding into her, not even when his balls drew up tight, and he came hard. He filled her with his seed, coating every available inch of her pussy until their combined fluids came out of her. It was hot as fuck, and proprietary feelings slammed into him. When she collapsed onto her belly he couldn’t help but smile at her clear post-euphoric exhaustion. He went to move off the bed to get something to clean her up, but her muffled voice stopped him.

  “Just hold me, Roake,” she said sleepily.

  He moved back onto the bed and lay beside her. The scent of him surrounding her had him smiling and closing his eyes. He had never felt as relaxed and content as he did with Emma wrapped in his arms.

  “Roake?”

  “Yeah, baby.” He kept his eyes closed, but ran the tip of his nose along her hair. He inhaled deeply, loving that she had this soapy scent to her. It was clean and fresh.

  “I know we really haven’t talked about when you went with Declan and Maverick, but it’s all I can think about, even still,” she said sleepily.

  He pulled her closer. He had scented her emotions as if they were his own. Being mated had him closer to Emma than he had ever been with anyone else in his entire life. He could read her without her speaking, and sometimes that was harder on him because he didn’t know how to make her feel better. They might have killed O and the twisted fucks that had been with him, but that was nothing compared to how many were actually involved with the Brotherhood, or the fact they were most likely still testing hybrids all over the country. There would always be fanatics, always be someone out there that wanted to hurt someone else. Humans had individuals that were racists, practiced discrimination, and killed all in the name of claiming their kind was better than everyone else. Shifters had that, too. Until the world ended, there would always be someone raving that they were better than the next.

  “It’s over with now, Emma. There isn’t any reason to think about it.” He kissed her temple, and said in a sleepy voice, “We have each other, and your brother and Annabelle are making progress with each other. We should enjoy being alive.” He wasn’t dismissing what she felt, or what they had been through, but Roake was ready to start living
with his mate.

  She shifted and turned so they could look at each other in the face. For the last month he had been slowly getting in with Declan and Maverick’s organization. After they had seen him handle himself with O, they had been serious about him working for the company. It wasn’t exactly what Roake had seen himself doing, but if working for them meant helping others, tracking down other hybrids that had been abused and tortured, then he’d be willing to do it with fervor. He just wanted to live a normal life with Emma, but he knew that wasn’t realistic. He wasn’t normal in any sense, and although he wanted to move on, that year held in that bunker as a science experiment made it impossible.

  “Were you afraid?” she asked softly. Whether she was asking about his time in captivity, or when he had gone after O, he wasn’t sure.

  He smiled and pushed a lock of her onyx colored hair away from her face. He smoothed a finger over her eyebrow and stared into her slightly almond shaped eyes. He had never been as happy as he was right now looking into his mate’s face. “I have never been afraid in my life, Emma,” he said softly, and saw the surprise on her face. “But when I watched O take his last breath, and knew that I could have died right along with him, the only thing I could think about was that I would have left you alone. That scared the shit out of me, baby.” He leaned in and kissed her. “I never had a weakness before, Emma, never had anything that could hurt me.” He stared into her face, making sure she knew how much he meant the words. “But you’re my weakness. There isn’t anything on this planet that I would want to be my downfall other than you.” He wanted her to know that being a downfall to him was so not a fucking bad thing. “And when I say you’re my weakness, I mean that you are the only one that could make my world crash down around me. You’re the only one that makes me human, Emma, and for that I thank whoever will listen to my ass, whoever graced me with the gift of having you, that you were brought into my life.” He leaned in and kissed her, knowing that she would never know how much she truly meant to him. But he’d show her every fucking day that without her he was nothing but a beast in human skin.