Dillon_A Fake Marriage Shifter Romance

by Terra Wolf

  “Safe from what?” I asked tentatively. Did I even want to know?

  “Safe from the Claws. And I need to keep you safe, princess,” he said as I held on to his arm. That was all he was going to tell me.

  “Did you…?” I tried to get the words out. I needed to know if he had found Maxwell yet. I didn’t care what happened to that bastard anymore. Daredevil clenched his jaw, his eyes piercing me and twinkling.

  “Not for now,” he said and we remained silent for a few moments.

  “Are you hungry?” he asked, breaking away from me. I felt like I had been holding my breath, and I sighed and then forced a smile on my face.

  “I could eat,” I said and Daredevil led the way to his bike again.

  “Good, because I’ve made enough to feed an army,” he said as he helped me up on his bike again.

  I could feel my body shaking, at the sight of him; tall and strong, his shoulders heaving, the muscles of his thighs moving swiftly as he threw his leg over his bike and sat down in front of me. I got a whiff of his masculine scent and my senses reeled. This was the sexiest man I had ever met, and I was going home with him.

  Going home!

  “Daredevil,” I said, just as he started his bike. I was hesitating to wrap my arms around his waist again.

  “Melody,” he said, his head turning sideways to hear me better.

  “What about the rule of your club? Big D told me that you guys are very strict about it. We shouldn’t be together. We shouldn’t be seen together,” I said and immediately regretted my decision to say anything. Weren’t things great the way they were? What more could I have wanted? Me saying this could possibly have ruined the night.

  “Hunter knows. I told him,” he said and I felt that tingling in my fingertips again.

  “Hunter?” I said and recalled that flashing smile he had given me as I left the bar that night.

  “Yeah, he’s my father and he’s the President of the Club,” Daredevil told me and I bit down on my lip, trying to suppress a happy smile. He had told his father about us! I didn’t want to start harboring false hopes that this could actually mean something to him…that this was more than just fun for him. But he had told his father about us!

  “Now hold on tight, princess, this is going to be a fast ride. I don’t want the spaghetti getting cold,” he said and I wrapped my arms around him, leaning my face tenderly on his back.

  I was just realizing now, that this big strong tiger, who belonged to a hard motorcycle club and sometimes returned at night with his knuckles bruised and bleeding…had spent all evening cooking me spaghetti.

  Chapter 24

  Daredevil

  There was some sauce on the sides of Melody’s mouth and I reached for her. She was in the middle of laughing, but stopped when she saw my hand moving towards her. With my thumb, I wiped the sauce slowly from the corners of her lips and then slid my finger over her glossy bottom lip. Plump and red and delicious. That was what she was. Melody’s green eyes were glowing in the dim light of the table lamp. We were sitting on the floor of the kitchen, eating our spaghetti messily from bowls.

  She had been telling me the story of how she lost her first cellphone, the one she’d bought with her hard-earned allowance. How upset and furious she was about it…and I couldn’t do anything else but stare at her.

  “Reminds me of that scene from the Lady and the Tramp,” Melody said, when I pulled my fingers away.

  “Isn’t that what we are? You’re a lady,” I said, in a drowsy voice. My cock was in attention now, taking note of her slender, curvaceous body. There was a dimness in Melody’s eyes and she half smiled at me.

  “You’re no tramp,” she said and I leaned forward.

  “Just a big striped alley cat,” I saw as I caught her face in my hands and I kissed her. My tongue slipped into her mouth and Melody moaned seductively. My tongue teased her, darting and retreating and then tangling with hers again. My hands rose upwards, weaving through her fiery red hair. I just couldn’t get enough of her yet.

  I broke away from her. Her back pressed against a bottom cabinet in my matchbox sized kitchen, and I left a wet trail down her chin, her neck, till my teeth were tugging at the buttons of her tight blue shirt. They came undone easily, exposing her white lace bra, which I stared at them for a few moments, admiring her milky pale breasts.

  Melody weaved her fingers through my hair as I reached for her nipples, tugging her bra aside. Melody purred and wriggled, jutting her hips towards me. So I complied, I wasn’t going to hold back from giving her what she wanted. My hand slipped in under her jeans and I reached for her pussy. She was wet already and I stroked her, her clit…feeling my fingers slide in and out of her warm throbbing entrance.

  I kissed her mouth again, pushing her into position so that she was lying on the floor now. I covered her with my body, while my cock pushed up against her, our clothes acting as barrier. Right there. I rocked and rolled on that spot as she widened her legs invitingly. I wanted to take it slow this time, really appreciate her beauty, admire what she was capable of doing to my senses.

  I nibbled at her earlobes now, while my fingers played with her nipples. I nearly exploded, right in my jeans, when she started circling her hips against me. I wanted to prolong my orgasm. I wanted to watch her come instead. Melody reached for me hungrily when I pulled away.

  “Daredevil…” she breathed my name through her pants. My tiger growled, needing to make her his. Her red mouth, still sticky with the spaghetti sauce, was hanging open. My hands traced the shape of her curves, her torso, the dip of her flat belly and then her tight jeans.

  Sitting on my knees between her outstretched thighs, I undid the buttons of her pants. Melody arched her back, throwing her head back, thrusting her bare breasts towards me.

  “Good girl,” I said, as I started rolling her jeans down her legs. She was wearing matching lace panties, which were dripping wet now and I did away with them too.

  I lowered myself down, leveling my face with her tight pleading pussy. My arms remained outstretched, gently teasing her nipples and I breathed hot hair on her wet pussy. I knew she liked it because she wriggled under me.

  My tongue reached for her folds, and she whimpered. My mouth sucked in her juices, just as my tongue slid into her.

  “Oh my God!” she moaned and her body quaked with the sensation. I smiled as I sucked on her, my tongue lapping up her juices and then diving deep inside her.

  “I can’t…please, I can’t…this is amazing,” she was panting as she tried to speak, fumbling with her words as I started licking her pussy. She tasted salty and delicious and she tightened her thighs around my face. I loved watching her like this. I could have spent all night making her feel good.

  I shook my head wildly, my tongue darting in and out of her sweet spot. My fingers tweaked and played with her nipples, my arms stretching tightly over the length of her. I could feel her body quivering. She was hurtling in top speed towards the edge. She held on to my hair, bunching up and letting go of it as she tried to slow down her orgasm.

  But when I tasted her sweet juices seeping out, filling my mouth with her cum, I knew that she hadn’t been able to stop it. Melody screamed as she came, and I kept my tongue there, pushing in and out of her. Her pussy tightened for a few moments and then relaxed again. It wasn’t over. This was never going to be over. For the first time in my life, I cared about how a woman felt and I was going to take full advantage of that.

  I slowed the pounding of my tongue into her, but only for a few moments…before I started again. Her clit was swollen with desire, her pussy dripping with the juices I was continuously lapping up.

  I broke away from her, and looked straight into her glazed eyes.

  “Daredevil, please, please fuck me,” she pleaded, reaching for my chest. She was feeling the coarseness of my muscles, my abs…

  “Not with my cock. Not tonight. Tonight is all about you, princess,” I said with a grin and then, when she was least exp
ecting it, I thrust three fingers into her. My thumb took charge of her clit. Melody screamed out again. She was exhausted, her eyes were drowsy with sleep. She was already satisfied, but I wanted to see her face when she came again.

  Picking up speed, my fingers dove in and out of her, while my thumb kept her clit swollen and ready for round too. Melody moaned and whimpered, her head crashing from side to side as she tried to control another orgasm. Her breasts shook and bounced as I slid my fingers in and out of her. Her back was arched, her head pressed awkwardly against the cabinet door while I plowed into her.

  Her face was scrunched up, her cheeks were red with pleasure, her lips were parted and she was going to come again.

  “Come for me, princess,” I groaned in a deep voice, just as she erupted again. This time she shrieked, her body jerking upwards and I kept my fingers inside her. In and out in deep swift motion till she was coming again, all over my hands. Her red hair was pasted messily over her face, her skin glistening with sweat as I made her come. This one lasted longer, her body shuddering in waves of pleasure. She might have come a third time, I couldn’t tell.

  All I cared about was watching her, the way her face tightened, the way her mouth hung open. She had no worries, no cares…all she was doing, was living in the moment of her beautiful orgasm. And I had done it. I was the one responsible for making her feel this way. This sweet, innocent girl was a slave to my fingers and she came, dripping juices all over my hands.

  Melody fell back on the floor, her eyes shutting close with exhaustion. I slipped my fingers out of her pussy and then brought them to my lips, before licking her sticky juices off. Melody moaned with satisfaction and then I watched a smile spread on her face.

  “Sleep well, princes,” I leaned over to whisper in her ear. She moaned again in response and then rolled over and threw an arm around my neck.

  I had no choice but to lie down with her, on my kitchen floor, cradling her in my arms. I was exhausted as well, but I spent a few minutes listening to her peaceful breathing as she slept.

  I would do anything to keep this woman safe.

  I would do anything to make sure she slept sound and safe like this every night.

  And most of all, I would make her see that she was my mate.

  Chapter 25

  Melody

  I got in! Despite how ill prepared I thought I was for the entrance exam, I actually made it into the Vet Tech course! The results were out within three days of the exam, and I was over the moon with happiness.

  I was aware of how busy Daredevil was. He had told me that there was a war going on between them and a rival shifter MC, called the Claws. They were all wolves, and Daredevil said they were the worst kind of shifters. Apart from that, he had told me very little, even though I suspected that there was some danger involved. I tried not to worry about him though, if there was anyone who could take care of himself; it was Daredevil.

  Tonight was going to be special though. Nina was staying with Leo over the weekend again, which meant that I had the apartment all to myself. I’d texted Daredevil earlier, to tell him that I wanted to make him dinner. I hadn’t properly spoken to him since that night he made me spaghetti and I was expecting him to tell me that he wouldn’t have time.

  Instead, he replied -

  You should know, I like meat. Almost as much as I like you. I’ll be there at nine and I’ll bring champagne to celebrate your results. Proud of you.

  I’d blushed when I read that message, and then read it again three more times. Daredevil was proud of me! He had more faith in me and my abilities, than I had in myself.

  So, I made steaks, and some garlic bread and got dressed for the evening. In a tight navy body con dress, high black stilettos, I ironed my red hair poker straight and sleek. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I wondered if I had overdone the makeup. Silver eyeshadow, a deep plum lipstick and an hour spent getting my foundation all right…I was satisfied. I wondered what Daredevil would think when he saw me tonight, all dolled up for him.

  I went back to check on the garlic bread in the oven, when there was a knock on the door. I nearly skipped as I rushed to the door, my heart pounding as I opened it. Alone with him again!

  It wasn’t Daredevil on the other side, it was Maxwell and he came charging in, roughly pushing me aside.

  “You got company?” he thundered at me and then banged the door shut. I shrieked and tried to run past him to my cellphone on the kitchen counter, but Maxwell grabbed my hair, jerking me tightly back to himself. He had knocked in a civilized way this time, I couldn’t have known it was him!

  “What do you want from me?” I screamed as he held me in position, snarling at my face.

  “I want my money back and I want to know who the hell you’ve got all dressed up for!” he growled, baring his teeth at me like a rabid dog. Tonight he wasn’t drunk, so alcohol wasn’t his excuse.

  “I told you I don’t have your money. Just please leave me alone,” I said, speaking through tears now and Maxwell held up his hand, poised for a slap across my face.

  “You lying bitch. I know you’ve taken it and now you’re cheating on me!” he said and I shrieked, cowering under him, expecting his slap to land any moment on my face.

  “Let her go before you regret it,” I heard Daredevil’s voice and saw Maxwell look up towards the door.

  “Daredevil!” I shrieked, trying to wriggle out of Maxwell’s grip, but he only tightened his fist in my hair, jerking me back towards him.

  “Who the hell are you?” Maxwell hissed at Daredevil, as he took a few steps towards us.

  “Let her go and I’ll tell you,” Daredevil’s voice was surprisingly calm, compared to the rage I had seen in his eyes before. I could sense Maxwell’s muscles stiffening. He might have thought he was a big man when he hit me, but in reality he was a coward. And it was obvious who the stronger man in the room was.

  “Is this the guy you’re cheating on me with?” spittle flew from his mouth when he turned to me again.

  Daredevil was walking closer to us, and Maxwell started backing away, his hands in my hair still. I couldn’t stop crying, being pulled back by my hair and when my eyes locked with Daredevil, I saw the silent fury in his eyes.

  “Do you want to die tonight?” he said, in a deep threatening voice. He had backed Maxwell into a corner, who was using me as a shield now.

  “Back off man. This is between me and my girl,” Maxwell said and I saw a devilish smile erupt on Daredevil’s face.

  He lunged at Maxwell, his hands wrapping around his neck as he pinned him to the wall. He was choking, and his grip on my hair weakened and he had no choice but to let me go. I slipped out from under Daredevil’s arm, my hands clapped to my mouth. Maxwell’s face was beginning to bloat, turning purple in color. I could see the pumped veins on Daredevil’s arms while he continued to choke Maxwell.

  “Daredevil, don’t kill him!” I shrieked and he threw me a look. Then he released the pressure on Maxwell’s neck, but just as Maxwell started panting for breath, he punched him in the gut.

  Maxwell keeled over, bending as he held on to his stomach with pain. Daredevil tipped his face backwards with one hand, just so he could punch him in the face again. I heard the crack of Maxwell’s jaw as he toppled to the floor. There was blood pouring down his nose and I stepped back in horror.

  “You hurt her!” Daredevil kicked him in the stomach again, and Maxwell rolled over on the floor, still clutching his belly, the blood still dripping from his face.

  “You’re going to kill him, Daredevil, no!” I screamed, terrified that he wouldn’t know how to stop.

  “He deserves to die!” he growled, kicking him in the jaw again. He growled loudly and I could tell I was about to have a tiger in the living room if I didn’t calm him down. I could hear Maxwell moaning and groaning, rolling away, flinching every time Daredevil moved.

  “Get up asshole. Get up! See how this feels?” Daredevil had grabbed Maxwell’s hair now and was holding
his head up, the same way he’d been holding mine.

  “Open your eyes and look at her!” Daredevil screamed in Maxwell’s ears and he had no choice but to look at me. I could see his left eye was severely bruised and swollen shut. I couldn’t bear to look at him, I couldn’t even look at Daredevil. I was beginning to feel sick.

  “If you ever come near her again, nothing will stop me from killing you. Do you understand?” Daredevil hissed in Maxwell’s ear and he nodded his head wildly in agreement.

  Then he let him go and Maxwell fell to the floor, on his hands and knees, crawling pathetically towards the corner of the room. I stared at him, tears still streaming down my cheeks. There was an aching throb at the back of my head now, where he had been pulling my hair tightly.

  “It’s me,” I heard Daredevil’s voice. I looked over to see him speaking into his phone. His shoulders were heaving, his nostrils were flared with rage, and he was glaring down at Maxwell disgustedly.

  “I have a situation here. Get Melody’s address from Big D and come over with the others. There’s something I need to take care of,” Daredevil said and then looked up at me. I couldn’t control my crying still, and he strode towards me, grabbing me by my waist and pulling me to himself.

  I sobbed on his chest, burying my face into him and when I felt the strength of his arms around me, I knew that I was going to be safe.

  “And call Justine. This place needs to be cleaned up,” Daredevil said, and then clicked his phone shut.

  He was stroking my hair, planting wet kisses on my forehead. It seemed like he couldn’t handle seeing me crying.

  “Come with me, princess,” he whispered in my ear and when I looked at him again, I nodded in agreement. I’d go anywhere with him. He didn’t need to ask me twice.

  “This guy is never coming near you again. You hear me? You’re safe now,” he said, whispering gently in my ear. I clung on to him, as though for dear life and my gaze landed on Maxwell on the floor, nursing his wounds with grunts and groans.