He noticed it and seemed pleased with it. “That’s it, baby. Make me wet.”
She wished he’d fuck her already. Patience wasn’t one of her virtues. She writhed against her bonds but it only made the knots of the rope dig further in to her skin. The faint discomfort from the knots became strangely addicting. The pain was barely there and yet she couldn’t ignore it. Her breasts felt a little tender and her nipples were hard. She wished he’d pay attention to her breasts. Her body trembled as she imagined what it would feel like to have his mouth on her nipples.
But he was too busy teasing her with his cock. “Babe, when you forced me to marry you, do you have any idea what you were getting into?”
Damn. His question caught her off guard. “I… I did.”
“That I’m not like the other men you’ve met?”
It distracted her momentarily from her lust. Is he asking me if I know he’s a shifter? But Jane already knew that. George told her, actually. Besides, the Alexander family gave out a different vibe than normal people. Beneath their polished look and cultured demeanor, there was something raw and wild and utterly dangerous about them. She might not have George’s talent, but she could easily pick up on that telltale aura.
“Good,” he purred. His throat rumbled with a big cat sound. “That simplifies everything. When we take a mate, it’s forever. Until death do us part. You’ll be the only woman for me. We take our vow to our mate very seriously. There will be no divorce or separation like human couples, even if we hit a bump along the road.” Suddenly his tone became serious. “For us, mates are forever, Jane.”
She thought of the marriage scheme she used to blackmail him. It seemed she was the one who profited the most from their union, but how could he say she was the one he wanted all along?
Not that she minded, anyway. She’d grown to like him. No. She was in love with him already. When he brought her home and introduced her to his mother and the way he was gentle with the twins made her fall for him. She swallowed hard. “Okay.”
“Do you still want me even though I’m not fully human?” His eyes suddenly turned from green to feline yellow.
Whoa. It stunned her, captivated her. But John Alexander didn’t scare her at all. “I do,” she answered. “As long as you want me too.”
“Oh, I do want you. Since I laid my eyes on you in that café in Vegas, I knew I had to make you mine.” His lips quirked into a triumphant smile. “There’s another matter I must discuss with you. Sometime during our mating, I need to mark you . . .”
“Mark?”
He touched a small area on her shoulder near her nape. “I will give you a bite that will bind you to me. It’s an old custom in our clan but we still honor the practice. Once healed, the scar will fade to the human eye. But this mark will let other like us know that you’re no longer available. If any unattached male dares make a move on you, the consequences will be dire. You’re mine. We protect what belongs to us.”
She was surprised to see that side of him. Fucking territorial. It was funny that she kind of liked it. “Does it hurt?”
“The bite? No. You probably won’t even notice. Trust me, it’ll look worse than it feels.”
Then, she didn’t mind the bite. Not at all. As long as he was the one who bit her. “I’m not scared of your little bite, tiger-man.” She stretched the truth a little. What kind of woman wasn’t afraid of getting bit by a big, bad tiger? But for him, she was willing to try almost anything outside of her comfort zone.
For him… she’d do anything.
They locked eyes. She thought she might melt from the intensity of his eyes. He blinked and his eyes returned to normal. Sparkling green emeralds. Unnaturally luminous. “Good,” he purred dangerously. He kissed her on the lips, then her neck. His teeth grazed her fevered skin. He had no goddamn idea the effect he had on her. She’d never been so ready to fuck in all her life.
He crushed his mouth on her lips and suffocated her with a hard, greedy kiss. He groped her all over; his cock trapped between was as hard as a rock.
Please, please… fuck me baby, she thought rather desperately. Her wish became a litany for any perverse deity that happened to hear her.
Then, as if someone answered her prayer, John grabbed her hips and impaled her with his cock. It took the breath out of her lungs. One second she was needy, aching and empty, and the next she was so full she thought she’d burst. His hard erection speared deep inside her, reaching a place she didn’t know even existed. He penetrated her to his hilt. She didn’t know where she ended and he began. But it was a pure bliss.
She caught his expression, wide-eyed, as if he shared what she felt. If she could describe it through an artist’s eyes, she was dancing through a kaleidoscope of pleasure and she didn’t want it to end.
“Feel me, babe?” he rasped, his voice shaking with desire. “Were you hot and wet just for me?”
She didn’t trust her own voice so she nodded instead.
He made a delighted noise in his throat. Then, he started to move. She stiffened as he fucked her with the precision of a master. His cock hit her special spot and it made her toes curl from pleasure.
She writhed, but of course, the ropes allowed her no release. She was truly at his mercy. There was nothing she could do if he decided to fuck her until morning, any way he liked, as hard as he liked. Just thinking about that made her shiver with thrills.
“You’re so tight and wet; you feel heavenly.” His words were grunted but she understood him just fine. His dark thatch grazed against her clit and his shaft throbbed in her depths; so fucking hot, so fucking good, and so very fucking welcome.
Her mind muddled as if part of her brain cells were malfunctioning. She was too dazed to give him an intelligent answer.
“Fuck.” He thrust and pulled with renewed vigor. “I can feel you creaming. I love it.”
She loved it too. The sensation was unbelievable.
He then fucked her like a demented fiend. It wasn’t a leisurely, get-to-know-you, strawberry and chocolate kind of fuck. She got the first taste of what he truly was. The man that wasn’t truly human. A tiger in human skin. He lunged and yanked and thrust and pulled with all his might. Hard, raw, and primal.
He was, after all, an animal.
She liked it very much.
Pleasure quickly gathered on the horizon like a thunderstorm ready to crash. He forcefully gripped her to steady himself. It was enough to bruise her for days, but she was beyond caring. She didn’t get the meaning of “a hard fuck” until now. And she couldn’t get enough of it.
“Harder,” she choked on her words. “Fuck me harder.”
She was just adding fuel to the fire, and he delivered what she wanted. An unmerciful climax tore through her. She didn’t want to scream, but it was close. She bit her lips instead. An orgasm washed over her so hard, she could see stars in front of her eyes.
He didn’t stop, however. He kept at her with a torrent of ferocious fucks until the second climax ambushed her. He came a second after her. She could feel his cock trembling inside her, filling her with his seed.
She would have collapsed if he hadn’t been holding her. Her muscles went weak as she was enveloped with the afterglow. For a while, he didn’t try to move and she was too busy catching her breath. When she looked at him, he was dripping with sweat.
She wanted to say something but her throat was too dry.
He kissed her on the lips. Gently this time. “Only pleasure,” he reminded.
Her new husband had delivered just that.
* * *
“A date?”
Jane found herself rather stupefied to be repeating the word, but John only smiled coyly across the breakfast table at her while they ate.
“Why not? Mom took the twins out shopping about half an hour before you got up, so we’ve got the whole day to ourselves. They’re overdue for a little spoiling, and I know you’ve earned more than a little of it yourself.”
Jane blushed, watching t
he light play in those fierce eyes of his, memories of last night still warming her insides as she twirled a spoon around in her breakfast. “Alright, what did you have in mind?”
About an hour later, Jane was watching him pace around the room, talking with twinkles in his eyes to the wedding planner they’d paid a visit to.
“...it needs to be in Aspen. My mother will have a fit if it doesn’t follow suit with my brothers. And really, I can’t stress how little an issue money is.”
The planner beamed as if she could already see dollar signs on the horizon. Jane had to restrain herself from giving a smile. John was making both of their days.
“But I want as much of your input as we can manage, babe,” he said to her, smiling. “There are a few things that I’m afraid, will be out of either of our control, but I want this to be your dream wedding. Anything you could possibly want.”
Jane blinked, stupefied for a few moments as John and the wedding planner looked at her. “I... well, to be honest, I haven’t even really thought about it after our first time. I kind of thought that was, you know, it.” She smiled sheepishly, rubbing the side of her arm. “My job doesn’t give me a whole lot of time to think about fairy tale weddings.”
“Well, let’s find out what your matrimonial fantasies are,” the wedding planner took the opportunity to chime in.
As the three of them discussed wedding details, Jane put in a suggestion or two where she wanted, but she hadn’t known she’d be getting a proper wedding until a day ago, so this whole affair was kind of a dizzy dream to her. She’d fantasized about things like this, sure, but to have unlimited money and resources available to her on a whim… it was really kind of overwhelming. Before long, though, the inspiration began to flow.
She managed to decide on some of the details that had been important to her for a long time. The gold and green color scheme, the style of dress, what she’d be looking for in the arrangement of the tables, what kind of music would be played at what times, but before long, the whole thing became a little much, and John decided it was time to take her to lunch.
They sat at an upscale Italian place, where Jane picked at pieces of fresh cantaloupe and honeydew wrapped in thin, delicious prosciutto. John ordered a platter of pasta bolognese with meatballs.
“Not a vegetable kind of guy, are you?” Jane teased as she enjoyed her food.
John hummed his agreement. “They say a man can’t live on meat and potatoes alone, but I’m going to try my damnedest. Tigers are carnivores.”
Ah. Of course. “You ought to try gnocchi next time instead, it’s made with potatoes. Potatoes come from plants so technically it counts as a vegetable; Gnocchi and meatballs. They won’t give you a weird look or anything!”
“No, no, totally normal.”
They laughed together.
The food was absolutely delicious, and the two of them conversed and ate through the rest of it as if things had never been more natural. Jane didn’t know what it was about John that made her feel so comfortable, so relaxed around him as they joked and talked. It had hardly been a week since she’d confronted him at a Vegas cafe, and after all that, he’d spent the entire time making her, her of all people, feel like a queen.
“So your brothers married in Aspen?”
John took a sip from his glass. “Yeah, I’ve never been big on the family traditions like everyone else, but I figure I kind of owe it to them. I mean Mom, and Quinn and Trent.”
“Oh yeah? What for?”
“They never thought I’d settle down,” John chuckled. “I’m the youngest, but I guess I was also the wild child. None of my old relationships felt like this.”
Jane tilted her head. “I can see how people could feel a little insecure around you.”
“You don’t know how spot-on you are. But you’re different.”
“Different how?”
“In that you were destined to be my mate,” said John, peering at her with a striking confidence, “My instincts. They never fail me.”
“Well, John,” she drawled, her foot brushing up against his leg under the table, “I guess I can admit there are some parts of that I don’t particularly mind.”
His smile broadened, and Jane wondered how much of her emotion he could detect with those feline senses of his. She wanted so badly to ask about that side of him, but in public, she knew it was a risk.
“You’ll be happy to know where we’re going next, then,” he said.
“Where?”
“You’ll see.”
He trailed off teasingly, and she narrowed her eyes at him as she bit into the last bit of fruit on her plate.
* * *
“My God, you’ve got to be kidding me. This place is amazing,” Jane said as they headed past the grand lobby of The Plaza. She looked in awe of the opulent surroundings.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never been here before?”
“Once, I think, when I was a kid. But that was before they did a massive renovation.” Jane turned to him. “I hope you didn’t spend too much money on this,” she whispered.
He gave her a look.
“Sorry. My frugal radar just went haywire.”
He was amused. His new wife would faint if she knew how much he spent on the Fitzgerald suite he reserved. He wanted to make an unforgettable memory with her. “I thought you’d like a little more privacy this time,” he explained. He leaned and whispered conspiratorially, “I can’t make you scream when we fuck at home.”
She covered her mouth under her hand, laughing in secret.
“I’m starting to think that we should get our own place—a place we could call home,” he continued. “I’m sure you’re looking forward to decorating the house in your own style.”
“That would be nice but I’m sure your mom doesn’t want you to move out.”
He sighed. “I’m a married man now, she’ll understand.”
The floor butler greeted them and showed them to their room. A few minutes later, they stepped into the luxury suite. A welcome bouquet of champagne and two dozen red roses awaited them.
“This. Is. Insane,” Jane marveled, turning in slow circles and staring up at the high, vaulted ceiling of the hotel room. She turned back and gave John a stunned, contagious grin.
“I hope you like it.”
“Like? I freaking love it.”
He loved seeing that look on her face: amazed and in awe. She was beautiful, always, but there was just something so deliciously innocent about her when she smiled that way. She totally deserved it after the hard life she had, providing and taking care of the twins. She needed to be spoiled.
Jane stroked the lush petals of the red roses that exuded an intoxicating aroma. Jane checked from room to room, then settled on the king-sized bed. It seemed to melt away under the slightest pressure, it was so downy and soft. She ran her hand across the fine, plush silken sheets.
Looking at her happy like that brought joy from within him. My mate, he thought. Who would guess that he met his mate in a small café in Vegas? And being blackmailed as well, which turned out to work in his favor. One thing was for sure; he would never let her go. He couldn’t fight the overwhelming desire that drew him to her. They would have a lifetime together to spend in and out of bed, finding new and exciting ways to love each other.
He leaned by the doorway, watching her. “You’re beautiful.”
Her eyes flicked over to him instantly, her cheeks going a lovely shade of pink. She was still so modest, so unassuming. She had no idea how intensely he desired her, how deep his attraction to her truly ran. She didn’t know how far he would go for her. What he would give to keep her and make her blissfully, wildly happy.
“You’re too sweet, John.”
He stared hungrily as she bit her lip and crossed her legs at the ankles. As she sat there, so modest and demure, he wanted nothing more than to run to her and ravish her over and over until they were both too exhausted to move. His tiger was impatient to mark her as his own. He didn
’t want to do it at home, risking question from her little brothers. Besides, George was so damn sharp.
He shrugged off his sport jacket and draped it over the back of a chair. “Do you want some champagne?”
“Later, maybe. After that big lunch, I’m stuffed.”
Hmm. She didn’t know yet that he planned to make her stuffed in a different way.
“I’ve been looking forward to a moment like this.”
“Privacy, you mean?”
“The twins are very well-behaved, but I want you to myself. Selfish, I know. But you’re my mate and there are a hundred wicked things I want to do to you.”
“To me?”
“With you,” he clarified. “And to you.”
She flexed her long limbs. “More bondage?” she hedged.
“That and other things. But not now. Today, I want to make you mine.”
“Aren’t I yours already?”
“Yes, but I haven’t marked you yet.”
“You didn’t do it last night?” She absentmindedly touched her shoulder, “Of course not, or I would have noticed.”
“Are you afraid?”
“Afraid?” She shook her head. “No, John. The only thing I’m afraid of is that I can’t provide for the twins. I’m afraid that they’ll go hungry. I’m afraid if can’t pay the heating bill, they’ll go cold. I’m afraid that I can’t clothe them or put a roof over their head. But you, Mr. Big Bad Tiger, I’m not afraid of you.”
The beast inside rattled its cage, getting excited.
His blood stirred, waking his cock. “Good.”
He began unbuttoning his light-blue, pressed linen shirt as he walked to her. The temperature suddenly felt a few degrees hotter. His skin was blazing, burning for her. He bent down and caressed the back of her neck, gently anchoring the base of her head, his fingers tangling in her chestnut hair. Then he leaned down to press his lips to hers, his tongue softly probing its way into her mouth.
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