RaleighPointRescueSue

by Victoria Sue

  Lisa’s voice dropped to a whisper. “And you’re my mate?”

  “And you’re mine.” Mac smiled and firmly returned his lips to the hollow in her throat he’d been exploring earlier.

  Mac leaned into her as he kissed her neck. She melted in his arms, like chocolate on a hot day.

  * * * *

  Cocooned in his warmth, he moved his leg over her hip, and she caught a scent of something delicious, earthy like the most exotic flower she had ever smelled. All spices. The smell invaded her pores, reached into her skin, tugged at something inside her, and it moved.

  Lisa gasped, and Mac chuckled, bent his head, and inhaled deeply. “Something’s waking up, I think. Delicious.”

  Lisa preened.

  Catching his face between her hands, confidence flooded her heart at his words. “So I thought mates would kiss more than this really—”

  Lisa’s words were effectively cut off as Mac growled and captured her mouth.

  He had kissed her earlier, but this, this was complete possession. Her heart stuttered as she recognized the demand for complete surrender. She reveled in each suck, gasp, and taste as if ownership were being stamped on every single cell of her body. His kiss was so thorough and overpowering, she could feel it to her toes.

  Her senses were on complete overload. That heavenly sweetness and honey scent earlier came from him. It wound around her. She lifted her arms, wrapping them around his neck, and clung on. Her clothes were coming off. Mac had effectively been kissing and stripping her without pausing, and she had been too wrapped up in him to notice.

  Her jeans were nearly ripped off, and she heard them connect with the wall.

  So, in a hurry then.

  Something defiant stirred inside her at Mac’s dominance. Like a small door had opened inside her and something else was there, urging her, pushing her.

  Lisa rose up on the bed and pushed Mac back. “Lay down.” If Mac was surprised at the command in her voice, he didn’t show it. Lazily he stretched his length on the bed. Blue eyes gazing up at her. Still. Waiting.

  Lisa lifted one leg and straddled his hips, deliberately, carefully, nudging his cock with her wet pussy. Mac groaned and closed his eyes.

  “No, open them. I want you to see me.”

  Heavy lids snapped open, and his eyes burned to black. She snaked a hand out and trailed one finger around his jaw. Lisa scraped one stubby nail along a full bottom lip that parted on a gasp. Good. She wanted to unravel him. The man had too much damn control sometimes. Lisa pushed her finger inside and swiped under his top lip and along sharp teeth.

  Mac groaned again, and his hips rocked. So, he liked that, did he? She grazed the nubs of his canines, and they moved, hardened and grew longer. He gasped as much as he could with his mouth open. He made a high pitched noise in the back of his throat, and his cock throbbed in answer under her. Bending down, she kissed the side of his lips. When he moved to turn his head, she stroked the tip of her tongue inside to follow her finger. When she touched the tip of his tooth, he gave a whole body shudder. She pulled away.

  “You’re killing me, honey.”

  Lisa grinned. She didn’t think she was. But anyway, it was going to be a long, slow, torturous, death. Nibbling kisses along his throat, she was very aware of the scrape of her nipples along the coarse hair of his chest. “Touch them.”

  Mac brought both hands up to cradle her breasts. She’d always thought them ugly, too big. Now, in his hands, they seemed a perfect fit. He pinched each one and rolled it between his finger and thumb. Pain and pleasure had her arching her back and in one move, Mac had her spun around and on her back. “Lay back, alpha-mine.”

  Lisa heard the power resounding from his voice. Part of her was afraid. She knew he was only giving her control a moment ago, because he could. He could take it away in a heartbeat if he chose to. Could she trust someone to have that sort of power over her?

  Mac’s lips demanded her attention. She whimpered as his head bent to her breast, and it was only the strength of his body that kept her on the bed as his lips touched. Her whole body jack-knifed as a charge of electricity zapped between her breast and her pussy. Her insides curled upwards as she strained toward him. He broke off from sucking her breast and trailed his mouth lower. Lisa was burning. Her head thrashed at the first feel of his lips, and she whined pushing her hips toward him. She felt like each touch of his lips brought her hurtling faster toward him, out of control. He bent his head further, and a jolt of electricity seared her skin.

  Oh God. There. Just there. Teeth grazed her clit, and a finger brushed her back hole. Low pulsing, heavenly stabs rose around her hips and rushed through her groin. She screwed her eyes shut as stars exploded behind them. Every muscle in her tightened from her jaw to her toes, and a scream tore from her throat. Gasping, floating, soothed by small kisses and warm words.

  “You’re beautiful. I love your passion. Love that you come apart for me.”

  Lisa opened her eyes at Mac’s words, kissed on her skin.

  “You’re mine.” His voice changed, and she shuddered at the calm, hard, statement, as if daring her to disagree.

  Confidence rushed through her. Two could play the game of possession. She brought herself up on one elbow and caught the smirk from Mac as he lay back. She trailed her hand along the hard planes of his abdomen, unhurried, like she had all day to devote to this particular task. She let her hand streak lower on each pass and knew from the clamping of his jaw and the tightening of his muscles as she barely traced them, that she was having the same effect on him.

  She lowered her hand and wrapped it around his cock. He hissed. Good. She was going to wipe that smirk right off him. She nearly faltered when she realized she couldn’t quite get her fingers all around his straining width and just managed to stop herself from gulping. Should she say something? She followed the large vein underneath with her finger and then squeezed her hand back around and twisted her wrist slightly. Mac gasped and made that funny noise again in the back of his throat. She liked that. She shook away the doubt.

  Softly stroking his length, she paused as a tiny glistening drop of fluid appeared on the tip. Tiny shudders passed through her. She caught it with her thumb and swirled the head with her fingers. The top was large and flat, and as she moved her fingers, she found to her delight he was most sensitive just underneath, and trailed her fingers up and down.

  Lisa had a sudden urge to explore further. She swallowed nervously. She wanted, needed desperately to know what he tasted like. As she ducked her head, another growl rumbled through his body and into hers. Whether it was a warning or not, she didn’t know and didn’t care. This was her mate. He had said so.

  About time she had something of hers.

  Lisa’s lips closed on the warm mushroom head. She sighed in contentment. He tasted just like he smelled, gorgeous. She was getting used to the growly sounds that kept coming from him. Still, as they got louder, she backed off for a bit and gentled. Soon soft rumbling noises were coming from him. He fisted a hand in her hair. Not tight, not to hurt, just to hold on.

  Lisa wanted to anchor herself as well. Not daring to go down too deep, she clasped her hand around the bottom of his dick.

  Mac made a sound like she’d just grabbed his throat.

  She eased off with her mouth a little and decided to explore with her tongue. After only two swipes, Mac gently lifted her head.

  “Honey, that tongue of yours needs to have a warning label.”

  Lisa smiled, it sounded like a compliment.

  “My turn.”

  Chapter Seven

  Mac dropped a pillow halfway down the bed. “Turn over.”

  Lisa scooted down and laid her head on the pillow. Mac grinned and lifted her, so her abdomen was on the pillow and her ass raised. “Better access.”

  Lisa burned.

  He knelt down between her parted legs and nudged them a little more to the sides. Placing both hands on her butt, he smoothed down both cheeks to th
e sensitive skin at the top of her thighs.

  “Beautiful,” he murmured, and Lisa gasped as he followed his fingers with his lips.

  Oh God. Hot molten lava trailed her clit to her ass. Lisa dissolved. Too overwhelmed in sensation to be embarrassed, her muscles melted. She sighed raggedly.

  Mac chuckled. “Like I said, beautiful and tasty.” Mac smoothed his hands over her ass and needy fingers pushed her open. Lisa jumped.

  “Mac.”

  “Yes, honey?” He swatted her ass lightly. Again, the smack was painful, but his hand smoothed the hurt into something else, something else entirely. Lisa forgot what she needed to say and sighed from his touch.

  Mac followed his kisses and touches with half-playful swats on her butt. But each one drove her pussy into the pillow and sent zings of sensation around her belly to lodge there. She gasped as hot fingers tugged at her insides. Pleasure, hard and hot, wrapped itself around her, and she clamped down everything from her jaw to her toes as ecstasy exploded into her, dragging her down and pushing her up. Intense pleasure pulsed over her, tiny explosions set off in her body. She gasped, cried and moaned as Mac followed every one with a kiss.

  “Turn over.” Mac pulled her out of her daze.

  “Can’t,” Lisa gasped. That would mean her legs would have to work.

  Mac spun her over so fast her stomach got left behind.

  Mac settled down at her side and idly played with her breast. “You wanted to ask me something.”

  “Mmm.” Lisa couldn’t remember, and he was now doing interesting things with his fingers. He circled the nipple and watched her face. Nothing. He touched around the nipple and when his fingers traced the sensitive underside, her eyes shot open, and the skin puckered.

  His cock brushed against her leg, and Lisa swallowed.

  “Mac? I remembered.”

  “Yes?” Mac heard her strained voice, smiled at her deep blush and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.

  “I never, that is I don’t. Well…”

  Lisa, totally mortified, came to a stop, ducked her head to his shoulder, and was immediately comforted by the answering rumble.

  “Honey, I know. I’m gonna go real slow.”

  “You are?”

  “Of course, I’m figuring at least all day.” Mac nuzzled in her neck, and Lisa swallowed heavily. “Maybe longer.” Mac’s head suddenly came up. “You hungry?”

  Lisa’s head swam at the change of direction, and she nodded softly.

  “Good. I asked Cassie to leave us something. Just go see what she did.” Mac shot out of bed and going to the dresser, pulled out some worn baggy sweatpants and very carefully eased himself into them. He shot out the door whistling.

  Lisa jumped out of bed grinning. Okay, while he was foraging, she could make herself useful. After brushing her teeth, she turned the shower on. Picking out some of the shower gel she liked from before that smelled like flowers, she lathered it up over her skin. So engrossed she didn’t hear the shower door open, she screamed when large hands grabbed her from behind.

  “Honey, calm down. Who else you think it’s gonna be?” He laughed delightedly, taking the shower gel from her. “Turn around. I’ll do your back.”

  Very quickly, Lisa was reduced to a quivering wreck. He so thoroughly cleaned every part of her body. Only the iron grip around her waist had her still standing when he gently moved her around, leaned her back to his chest and his fingers to her pussy.

  Lisa moaned.

  One finger gently teased her labia apart and smoothed along her hot skin. Burning sensations rushed into her as he moved one, then two fingers, gently into her.

  * * * *

  Mine.

  Mac eased her back alongside him some more. He pushed his thigh in between her legs and felt her shuddering as his cock scraped her buttocks. He kissed the soft side of her neck and explored her shoulder blades with his tongue. His cock was pulsing in time to his heart.

  Mac knew he had to go slow. His chest had swelled so much when she’d said he would be her first. He’d nearly panicked. He’d shot out of the bedroom like some scared kid. He wanted her relaxed and ready.

  Cautiously, he explored with his fingers some more and found the little nub. He groaned as it became swollen and desperately wanted to suck on it. With one finger, he teased it away from its hood and flicked gently.

  Lisa jerked and gasped. Next time he wanted to feel those muscles tighten on him. He needed her in bed, now.

  He went to pick her up, but she shimmied away, hazel eyes locked on him, pupils wide. He hitched a breath. One push from her hand and he was against the tiles. She grabbed each of his hands and lifted them, so they were above his head. “Keep them there.”

  Mac nearly shot his load there and then.

  He leaned his head back against the tiles, hard. Fuck, she was going down on him. Hot breathy, wet kisses feathered his abs, teasing him, promising him. Fingers that only existed to trail his skin, tightened and snaked lower. Mac locked his knees. His cock jumped to meet her. Agonized— didn’t she know he was gonna die?—lips pressed his skin. He was on fire. Mouth seized, harsh pants filled the room, and steam rose.

  Christ, a warm, wet, blissful heat enclosed his dick. He dropped his head. He wanted to do something unmanly, like cry. Fucking perfect. Tingles started in his spine, and he knew he wouldn’t last long. Fuck, she’d found… His knees nearly gave way. “Oh God, Oh God, Yessss,” he hissed as her tongue pushed in his slit.

  She paused, as if she was going to regroup, and for one awful minute, he thought she was going to stop. Her hand fisted around his base, and she dove at him. Nearly his entire length went down that gorgeous throat. He couldn’t breathe, didn’t know how she was breathing. On and on, pulls and sucks tugged at his inside.

  “Gonna, gonna.” He tried for speech, some warning, but she sped up. Mindless pleasure grabbed him. He couldn’t think. Hot, hard, he was gonna burst. Heat bloomed in his spine and shot around to his dick. His balls lifted and tightened, and spurts of cum jetted down her throat. His vision whited out and pleasure so intense rocked every cell in his body. Fuck, fuck, on and on.

  He grabbed her face. She eased away and gently kissed the tip, seemingly fascinated at the little after-shocks that bobbed his dick up to meet her. Mac straightened his spine and lifted her up flush to his body, hard. His legs were just catching on with having to hold him up, but damn he wasn’t letting so much as one of her toes hit the floor. She was his, every inch, every fucking perfect inch.

  Half-carrying Lisa he turned the water off, wrapped her in a huge towel, and sat her on a stool.

  “Two minutes.” He quickly dried himself and turned his attention to her. Glassy-eyed, she stared at him in the mirror, a wide, slow smile making those pretty hazel eyes sparkle. He quickly rubbed her dry and lifted her back into bed. He tucked the comforter around her, and reached for the tray he had brought. Placing a glass of juice in her hands with an order to drink, he turned his attention to the food Cassie had left out.

  Clever girl.

  Tiny bite size pieces of fruit were wrapped in thin slivers of meat, chicken, turkey, beef and prosciutto. All the things Lisa needed, disguised as something else, and small enough not to overwhelm her.

  Lisa looked at the tray.

  Mac took the juice. “Every bite gets a kiss.”

  “A kiss for you or for me?” She giggled.

  God Mac loved hearing her laugh. He took a piece of pineapple wrapped in ham and handed it to Lisa.

  “Mmm… this is delicious.”

  Mac kissed her. “Prosciutto. My favorite.”

  “And that is?”

  “Italian.”

  Mac picked up some grapes wrapped in beef. “Try this.” She opened her mouth for the food, but he swooped down and kissed her instead. Lisa giggled and ate the food. Mac had a couple of bites, but noticed she’d liked the beef and the chicken, so made sure she ate all those. Stopping before she could get too full, he lingered on one kiss, immensel
y satisfied he had gotten her to eat something.

  Lying by her side, he played again softly with her breast, dropping kisses on her face, neck, stomach. In fact, anywhere he could easily reach. He wanted her nicely relaxed so they could continue playing, and calmly stood up and shrugged off his sweatpants.

  Lisa gaped at him again.

  “Honey, you better get used to seeing me naked. I intend to spend a lot of my time around you with no clothes on.” God, he was ready for her again. How the hell? Lisa stared, seemingly fascinated at his erection. “You have that effect on me.”

  Lisa swallowed.

  He wanted to know he was having that effect on her.

  Mac pulled the sheet off her despite half-hearted protests, grabbed each ankle, and pulled until she was laid flat. Kneeling at her feet, he lifted each leg up, bent at the knee, and placed her feet flat on the bed. Frowning slightly, he pulled a pillow down and tucked it under her bottom.

  Perfect.

  Lisa didn’t say anything, but half-closed her eyes, her skin flushed.

  He wanted her to enjoy her body as much as he did, and Oh yeah she could enjoy his as well.

  Mac leaned down and traced his finger around her clit. Little shakes started in her hips.

  God, she was so responsive. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was. Murmuring soft words to relax her, he told her how beautiful she was, what a gorgeous pussy she had. How it flushed at his touch and what a beautiful dark pink it turned.

  “Mac,” gasped Lisa, as his finger moved again, slick with her juices.

  “Honey, you’re so tight, so beautiful.” Mac lowered his head, and Lisa arched at the touch of his tongue. She trembled so much with need, his hands on her hips were the anchor that kept her on the bed. Lisa gasped and writhed as that long tongue laved her clit. Mac’s finger found her tight back hole, as his lips fastened on her clit.

  She exploded. Screams tore out of her, and he held her shuddering body.

  “Perfect,” Mac growled. “Hang on, honey.”