Weston growled in her mouth and then she heard ripping as he tugged at her panties. Cool air met her backside and she understood then he’d just torn off the barrier between them. Her hunger pounded at her from within, demanding more, demanding to be fully sated—finally.
She tugged her t-shirt over her head and threw it to the other side of the cell. Weston’s clawed fingers found her bra and he shredded it, never once cutting her skin. The man may have feared being totally out of control, but his actions said he had it all well in hand.
She broke the kiss and met his gaze, her hand on his cock as she eased up, lining him up with her wet entrance. “I want you.”
He shook his head. “You’re not ready, baby.”
She slid down onto him, pain lancing through her as the last bit of resistance she had broke away. Weston slammed his chained arms back, the sound loud as the chains rattled more and the room seemed to shake. He let out a cry that was purely animal as she sank deeper onto his shaft, feeling as though she might split in half. She didn’t care. The extreme fullness was what her body craved. She wanted him deep in her, wanted to be one fully with him.
After several long agonizing minutes she was finally on him. Paisley glanced down at herself, surprised all of him had managed to fit in her. She then touched his face, forcing him to look at her.
“Touch me,” she said, moving slowly on him, riding him at that pace until her body grew more accustomed to having something the size of him in it. Weston moved his jaw around and the cords in his neck popped out, signaling he was straining. She increased her movements, riding him faster and harder.
He grabbed her hips, the chains smacking her thighs as he did, the pain somehow managing to bring with it pleasure and excitement. Her hunger doubled and she arched her back, letting him control the thrusts. Letting him be the leader in their erotic dance. He pulled her down onto him with hard yanks, each time making her wonder if he’d break right through her. If he did, she’d go up in flames of passion and die happy.
He nuzzled his face against her shoulder and trailed kisses along her shoulder-blade before jerking his head back. “No!”
She kept going, kept moving on him, never wanting the pleasure to end. She’d waited so long to feed her hunger fully that she wasn’t about to stop now. It didn’t matter if the man fully shifted under her, she wasn’t budging.
“Go,” he shouted, straining against his chains, trying to buck her free from him.
She caught the sides of his face. “No. Give me this.”
He stiffened. “Fighting the need to bite and claim you.”
It took her a split second to register what he was telling her. He was going to do it. He was going to mark her as his for good. She didn’t need to be told this was a big thing in his world. She understood as much on a baser level, and whatever she carried in her wanted it to come to pass. Wanted to be claimed fully by him.
She exposed her neck to him as she sank deep onto his cock. “Do it.”
A gasp from the other side of the cell sounded, a sign they were not alone, but she didn’t take her attention from Weston. She couldn’t. Her hunger beat at her as if it was about to break free and take control over the situation, and she doubted very much if it would play nice or worry about anyone getting hurt.
“Mine!” Weston roared and then grabbed her hips, holding her on him as pleasure assailed her, his mouth moving to her shoulder. There was pinching, then pain, followed by her entire body tightening before exploding in bliss. She cried out, moving on him more, his mouth still locked onto her shoulder. Paisley dug at his upper arms as her pussy convulsed around his cock, taking all of the seed he was spilling into her. Finally, her hunger felt as if it had been fully fed.
She paused as she realized she’d drawn blood on him. The strangest urge to lean forward, say mine and lap up the blood hit her hard and she did just that. The minute her tongue made contact with the red drops, energy began to buzz around her. The last time she’d felt anything close to it had been when she’d made a man explode at the club. Fear lanced her and she tried to scramble off Weston.
He released his hold on her shoulder and locked an arm around her waist before standing, holding her, still in her, demonstrating just how powerful he was. He spun with her, his chains digging into her as he slammed her against the wall, pumping deep in her, controlling their joining.
He pounded into her again and again, drawing another orgasm from her as her energy built, making the air buzz with power. She pushed at him, fearing for him. She didn’t want to turn him pink dust. She wanted to love him and be loved by him.
“Weston, no,” she managed. “Can’t control it.”
He pushed harder into her. “Then don’t.”
“I could hurt you,” she said, still pushing on him, but not really wanting him to stop.
He thrust in deep and rubbed his lower half against her, making her cry out in his arms as she came again, her power slamming into him. She screamed, afraid she’d hurt him. When he fucked her almost animal-like against the wall, she understood it didn’t affect him the same as others. If anything, the more the energy built, the harder he drove into her and the more her body seemed to soak up all he was offering. She knew she’d be sore when it was over, but she didn’t care.
It was worth it.
Every fucking second of it.
Her energy continued to pulse from her and she glanced lazily over Weston’s shoulder as he pounded into her. Bane stood in the doorway to the cell, his mouth agape, his eyes wide. She wasn’t shocked to see him. Not with the sexual energy riding the air. It was probably like a beacon to shifters.
Paisley offered a warm smile in his direction, feeling wanton and then focused fully on her man, biting at Weston’s ear, loving the feel of him in her. Loving being held by him and, if she admitted it to herself, starting to love him in the process.
She heard the door to the cell close and knew Bane had gone. She kissed Weston’s cheek. “Harder.”
“Yes, wife,” he said, slamming into her, his chains making the walls shake as he did.
Chapter Eleven
Weston stirred, his bear waking him, demanding he be alert and on guard. His attention went straight to Paisley. She was asleep against him, their naked bodies against one another as they spooned on the floor. Clean clothes were set just inside the doorway along with the keys to the chains. Bane had apparently been back at some point, though Weston had never heard him. He’d been too preoccupied with claiming his mate and then making love to her thirteen times.
He shook his head slightly. Sure, he was an alpha male shifter with great stamina, but even in shifter community thirteen times in one night was quite an accomplishment. Grinning like a fool, he stared at his wife, knowing it was her doing. There was no doubt in his mind she was at least part succubus. Her hunger for sex mirrored his own, and he knew her power had been what had ridden the air between them, keeping him going long after his body was spent. Hell, he’d expended so much energy making love to his woman that he didn’t feel the need to shift. His bear was quiet, almost hibernation-like kind of silent.
He laughed softly. The damn bear was too sated to much beyond wake him.
His laughter faded as he looked around the cell, realizing how and where he’d claimed his woman. He wasn’t proud of it, of his lack of control, of her having to take control of the situation, but he had to admit to being damn happy she was officially his now.
My mate.
My wife.
A smile tugged his lips. He ran a hand through her hair, careful not to let the chains still hooked to his wrists hit her. She stirred slightly, looking up at him through sleepy lids.
“Mmm, hello,” she said, her voice making his cock harden.
She nudged his cock with her backside. “Wow, does he ever sleep?”
“Not with you near me and naked, no,” said Weston honestly. He’d never get enough of her. Ever. He motioned to the clothing and the keys. “How about we get me uncha
ined and then I take you upstairs and make love to you properly?”
“I’m starving,” she said. “Are you hungry?”
He kissed her neck and his cock stirred to life. “I am. I have a small problem, though. I don’t think I can walk just this second.”
She arched forward somewhat and reached between them, taking his cock in her hand and lining it up with her pussy from behind. “Nothing small about it. We could handle this problem here and now, and then get you unchained.” She pressed back and onto his cock head.
Weston took hold of her hips and dragged her onto his cock fully, moving his hips, fucking her while they lay spooned together. It wasn’t a position that had appealed to him prior to Paisley. Now he loved it. He drove deeper into her, holding her hips against him, wanting to pound right through her.
She moaned and twisted, their lips locking. Damn if the woman didn’t make him feel like all he wanted to do in life was hold her like this, buried deep in her, loving her until his dying breath.
As it should be, he thought.
She broke the kiss and stilled in his arms. “As what should be?”
Weston gasped as he realized she’d heard his thoughts. He pushed into her deeper and held there, reaching around her hip, dragging his chains over her as he cupped her sex. He rubbed his thumb over her clit and she squirmed on the floor, pushing at his hand, gasping.
“If I come again, I’ll die,” she said.
He pumped harder into her, rubbing her more as he did. Within seconds, she burst under the weight of his fingers, the walls of her pussy pulling at his cock, drawing his eruption from him. He filled her with hot seed, nuzzling his face against her neck and holding her tight to him. Warmth spread throughout his chest and the strangest feeling of total euphoria came over him.
“Woman, if this isn’t love, don’t tell me, okay. I don’t want to know.”
She lay limp on the floor, her body sated. “Pfft, like I’d know what love is.”
He didn’t comment further, knowing it was too soon to do so, but he knew, and he knew damn well he loved her. Sure, it had everything to do with her being his mate and the claiming, but that didn’t take away from his love for her. “Mmm, grab those keys for me, baby. Let’s get you fed.”
“Can we shower then? I’m sticky all over,” she said, smiling back at him.
He waggled his brows. “Sure.”
She stilled. “Weston, can you and your friends maybe look into what happened to my best friend Gale?”
“The woman you were looking for at the club?”
She nodded. “No one has seen or heard from her in weeks.”
“She didn’t clear out with the previous owner?”
“She would have contacted me,” said Paisley. “She’d have gotten word to me somehow. We have a special bond. Kind of sister-like.”
He nodded in understanding. He shared a brotherly bond with the Ops. “Of course, baby. We’ll get with some contacts and see what we can find out.”
“Thank you,” she said, kissing him gently. “What happens from here?”
He lifted his chained wrist. “We undo me.”
She laughed. “I mean with us. We really just met and now we’re tied together. Weird, right?”
Weston kissed the tip of her nose. It wasn’t too soon. If anything it seemed to be moving too slow. He wanted her swollen with his babe. He wanted her safely tucked away while he cared for her and they started their life. There would be no more running for him. Not now. He’d staked his claim on her and he wouldn’t make her live a life like he’d been living. He had enough properties that it was time he settled in one. His bear side always enjoyed the mountains.
“How do you feel about Tennessee?”
“Never been there,” she said, snuggling against him.
“I have a cabin there. It’s big. Room for a family,” he said, his hand skimming down her to her stomach. “It’s a safe place. Trust me.”
“Weston, I do trust you. Fully.” She sat up slowly. “It’s a little early to talk about starting a family, though. We should take time to get to know one another.”
“Baby, destiny put us together. We don’t really get a say on the kids’ front. And let me remind you of what we’ve now done fourteen times,” he said with a sexy grin.
She smiled. “I know, but, Weston, I need to know about Gale.”
“I know you do. Let me get you to Tennessee, to safety, and then we’ll all look more into it, okay?” He didn’t want to tell her that his gut was pushing him to believe Gale had been taken by the same people who attacked them at the club. That her friend was probably far from Seattle by this point. And that the odds of finding her were slim. He wouldn’t dash Paisley’s hopes and he’d keep his word. He’d call in favors.
Chapter Twelve
Paisley took a seat on the back deck of the place she’d taken to calling home after three weeks of being with Weston, of being mated. She tucked her legs under her in the chair, sipping her peppermint tea. Her life had been something of a whirlwind and she couldn’t have been happier.
“Look what Gus found,” said Bill, coming up the back steps. He was dressed as a lumberjack. He’d insisted on the outfit the moment they’d arrived at the cabin in Tennessee. He and Gus had been staying with her and Weston for a few days now, calling it a vacation. Weston had been opposed to having them come, but had finally given in when Paisley admitted they made her laugh.
And she needed to laugh.
News had reached her of Gale’s whereabouts. Paisley nearly cried just thinking about it. Weston’s friends had arrived, each with gazes on the floor, looking grief-filled as they handed him a file. Weston had read it and then looked at her with such sadness that she knew what it said.
Gale was gone. There was no trace of her. She’d not relocated with the rest of the staff from the club to New Orleans. No one had heard from her and the word on the street was that she was dead, though no body had been found. Paisley hadn’t wanted to lose hope, but it was hard when everything and everyone kept telling her there was no hope to be had.
Paisley touched her stomach, the tea helping to settle it. Lately, it had been extra touchy. Bill held a container with a butterfly in it as Gus came up the stairs behind him, also dressed like a mountain man.
“She’s a beauty, isn’t she?” Bill said of the butterfly.
“She is,” replied Paisley, sipping her tea again, hoping to chase away the nauseous feeling she’d had since she woke.
“You behaving out here?” asked Weston as he came up from the side, a load of firewood in his arms. The man was born to live in the woods. He seemed so at home and at peace that she found herself loving the area as well. Loving being with him full time and, ultimately, loving him. He was hard not to.
He paused, his arms full of wood. “Woman, you are so fucking sexy that I could seriously eat you up.”
Bill waggled his finger at Weston. “No eating her, grumpy bear. It’s bad for the baby if you eat its mommy.”
Weston’s eyes widened and he dropped the armful of wood onto the ground. “W-what?”
Gus turned in a circle and made motions as if he were trying to catch another butterfly. “Bad for the baby. Really bad for the baby.”
Weston looked at her. “We’re having a baby?”
She held tight to her tea cup. “I don’t think so.”
Bill tipped his head, giving her a soft look before sighing. “What do you think all the puking was for this morning?”
She gasped.
Weston leapt up and over the side of the decking without breaking a sweat. He came right for her and bent, his hand going to her stomach. “We need to call James or Green.”
She’d met so many men recently that she had a hard time keeping them all straight, but she did remember James from her first night in Tennessee. He’d flown in to check on her, did some minor tests and then left the next day, giving her a clean bill of health before calling later in the week to confirm the succubus and Fae
assumptions.
“I’m sure I’m fine, and if we are expecting, I’m sure the baby is fine,” she said, touching his cheek. He always seemed so worried about her.
“I love you,” he said, stealing a kiss and making her spill some tea onto the arm of the chair.
“I love you too, grumpy bear.”
Bill beamed as he held the butterfly. “Who wants to go skinny dipping in the river after breakfast?”
Weston groaned and locked gazes with her. “Let me eat him, please.”
“No. He’s adorable.”
Bill smiled. “Yeah, she’s hot for me. Most women are.”
Paisley and Weston laughed, holding each other close.
THE END
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