She wouldn’t leave. I’d rather her think I’m a jerk than screw this up by hurting her.
Charma couldn’t help but feel hurt. She turned around and heard the water come on. He’s going to handle his own needs? She stared at the door as anger hit.
She tried to twist the door handle but found it locked, preventing her from following him. “Damn it.” Her other palm slapped the wood barrier. “Brand?” She called out his name. “Open the door.”
“Go eat something,” he called out. “Or rest. I’ll be out soon.”
“Damn it, Brand. Let me in there. I’m not fragile!”
He didn’t answer. She turned her head and pressed her ear against the wood, listening. Her keen hearing picked up faint noises over the water. She bit her lip when she heard his breathing increase and a slight slapping sound, guessing what he was doing in there to “handle his own needs”.
More like fisting his own cock. She didn’t move away until she heard him come.
Her body responded to his throaty groan, one she remembered too well. Brand had no idea how wrong he was if he thought she’d make it easy for him to keep her at arm’s length. It had been a while since she’d suffered the effects of heat but it wasn’t something anyone forgot. He needed her and she wanted him. It was incredibly sweet that he was so concerned with her safety but it was also frustrating.
She knew she faced no danger from him, regardless of how horny or aggressive he got during the worst of the heat. He refused to listen to her though.
A plan formed and it made her smile.
She’d actually make it impossible for him to resist nature’s call.
One quick tug and the towel dropped at her feet. She turned to face the bed. I just need to get him on it with me. She glanced at the door, heard the water shut off and moved, climbing onto his mattress before he came out.
Charma centered her body on his bedspread and stretched out on her back. She moved her hair out of the way by shoving it into a damp pile above her head. Her feet pressed against the bed to angle her hips just enough to ensure what he’d see when he opened that door. She spread her knees wide.
Her gaze remained on the bathroom door as she inserted a finger into her mouth, wet the tip and let her palm trail down her body. It slid between her breasts, over her stomach to her pussy. She needed to be turned on. He’d always gone insane when he’d picked up her scent when she was in need of sex.
A mischievous grin curved her lips as she thought back to the past to help her get in the mood.
She pressed her fingertip against her clit and rubbed small circles. Just thinking about Brand made her nipples hard. She held her breath to suppress the sound of pleasure as her finger ignited her body, making it warm and tingly.
Memories of the first time she’d gone to bed with Brand drifted through her thoughts. They’d dated for over a month before she’d known the time was right. She’d fallen in love with him and figured he felt the same, since he never pressured her for sex. She’d been terrified her she-cat instincts would react to him being a werewolf…
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“Let’s go camping.”
He gaped at her. “What?”
“You know the woods where we run when you shift? Why don’t we take a tent and sleep out there for a night?”
He frowned.
“Don’t tell me you’re grown too soft.”
The insulted expression on his face had been amusing. “Of course not. I love roughing it.”
The muscles of her lower belly clenched as an image of Brand tearing her out of her clothes flashed. She bet he would do that. “So let’s camp tonight. We don’t have classes tomorrow. It’s midweek so nobody should be out there.”
Brand braced his hands on his hips and studied her a bit too closely. “It’s a bad idea.”
“Why? Do you think it will be too cold?”
He sighed and let his hands drop to his sides. “I wouldn’t trust myself all night with you.”
She grinned. “Good. You bring the tent and blankets. I’ll bring the food. We’ll probably need a lantern too. My night vision isn’t as good as yours and I want to see everything in that tent.”
He moved fast, gripping her hips. “What does that mean?”
She took a deep breath for courage. “I’ve never done this before but I want you. I know you want me. I think it’s safer for both of us if we don’t go to your place or mine, where we could be overheard. You get growly when we kiss and I start purring. They’ll think we’re into weird fetishes if we’re loud.”
Brand’s complexion paled. “You’re a virgin?”
“No. I told you I had a boyfriend for a short time. I meant I’ve never had to be the one to make the first move. I’m talking about sex. As in, I want to have it with you.”
“Thank god.”
“Are you happy that I’m suggesting we finally go to bed together or that I’m not a virgin?”
“Both.” Brand grinned. “I’ve been killing myself being patient because I know I scare you a bit but the idea of being your first terrified me.”
“Why?”
“It’s always painful for women and I don’t ever want to hurt you, hon.”
She knew at that moment that she’d made the right choice. “Camping tonight then.”
“Yes.”
“And bring a lantern.” She raked her gaze over his chest. “I don’t want to miss a thing. I’ve tried to imagine you naked but I have a feeling the real thing is going to be better.”
“I think that’s my line.”
They gathered everything they needed for their getaway and set off for a romantic tryst in the woods.
Brand took things leisurely enough to drive her crazy as he stripped her bare and explored every inch he exposed. It turned her on, the way he growled as he brushed kisses over her lower stomach and spread her thighs to get access to her pussy.
“I plan to eat you alive.”
She didn’t laugh, was too turned on to do more than pant. “I hurt for you,” she admitted.
Brand had an amazing mouth, and the things he could do with it made her grateful they were miles away from civilization. She cried out loudly when he made her come twice before easing up her body and penetrating her. The sensation of him filling her was something she’d never forget. Brand took his time to help her adjust to his size. He used slow, shallow thrusts to fit his thick cock snugly inside her body. He stared into her eyes when he was all the way inside and told her how beautiful she was to him.
“Move,” she pleaded.
“I don’t ever want to forget this moment,” he whispered.
“We won’t,” she swore, wrapping her legs higher around his waist and wiggling. “Kiss me.”
“I’d do anything for you.”
He kissed her then until she was wild beneath him, bucking her hips and clawing his back. It was nearly torture, having him inside her but not moving. She wanted him to thrust in the worst way.
“Please,” she rasped.
He shifted over her, using his arms to brace his weight and cage her under him at the same time. “You’re so damn tight. Am I hurting you?”
“Only if you don’t move.”
“There’s no going back, Charma. You’re mine now.”
In a sudden frenzy, he took her. Only she and Brand existed. Passionate kisses and his body taught her the meaning of being loved until she climaxed a third time. She didn’t even care when he tore his mouth away from hers to grip her neck with his teeth. No fear surfaced as those sharp fangs raked her tender skin. He didn’t bite down but instead muffled a loud groan as he came seconds later.
He made love to her all night. As dawn broke, he pulled her close and she knew she belonged in his arms forever…
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Charma pushed away the memories when tears filled her eyes. She’d stopped touching herself and some of her passion had cooled. She’d been young back then, and foolish. She’d hoped Garrett would change his mind about forc
ing her to be his mate. “Out of sight, out of mind” had been the motto she prayed he’d take to heart. She had everything to lose otherwise.
Brand.
“Pull it together,” she whispered, blinking rapidly and taking a few deep breaths. He’s in the next room. You didn’t lose him forever. Just for nine years. She focused on the future and played with her clit. Brand was going to come out of the bathroom and she wanted to be ready for him to take her. She was with him again. Nothing stood in their way now.
Chapter Five
Brand knew he had to leave the bathroom. No doubt Charma had guessed he’d been jacking off. He should have left the bedroom and gone to the one down the hall but he’d been too horny, too close to lunging at her, and hell, it was done. He still needed pants. He wrapped a fresh towel around his waist, certain he could spend a few minutes with her to smooth things over before he made a fool of himself again by needing to take care of business.
He opened the bathroom door and the scent hit him like a sledgehammer as his gaze locked on Charma. He dropped to his knees before he even realized his legs had collapsed under him.
She was naked on his bed, thighs spread, her finger on her clit, taunting him. She met his gaze, even paused the slow stroking that aroused her, filling the room with her sweet scent.
Her other hand rose and she hooked a finger at him. “Come here, baby.”
She’s going to kill me. No need for mating heat to do it. His gaze focused on her pussy—pink and spread apart enough for him to see the glistening proof that she wanted him. He growled, the sound bursting forth as his fangs pierced his gums. She didn’t flinch or show fear though. She smiled instead when he jerked his attention to her face.
“Come get me, Brand. I’m all yours.”
Her voice came out husky with a catch to it, telling him she was close to coming. He dropped forward to his hands and crawled toward her. Fearing for her safety, he tried to stop but nothing was going to draw his wolf away from her. It was in control.
“That’s it.” She bent her arm beneath her head and watched him as she pressed her heels against the mattress. He almost went insane when she tilted her pussy for him to view it better. “See something you want? It’s yours.”
“Charma,” he snarled. His hand flattened on the bed when he reached it. “I’m dangerous.”
“I love it when your eyes bleed black and you get all gruff and growly. I want you so much. Can you see? Want to taste?” She moved her heels apart, spreading her legs farther and pulling her finger away from her clit. “Do you want me? Take me, Brand.”
He snarled again, fighting hard to hold back his wolf, who wanted to lunge at her. His claws dug into the mattress as they elongated, his inner beast winning. His cock stiffened further and he panted as sweat broke out over his entire body. She had no idea what she did to him.
“Want my thighs around your head? Or do you want me to roll over so you can mount me from behind?” Her body tensed and he feared she’d do that.
He moved fast to keep her thighs apart and held her down, careful of his claws. His gaze lowered to her swollen clit and the pinkest, prettiest pussy he’d ever known.
The battle was lost. He salivated as he breathed her in, snarled, and his tongue came out. One swipe over her pussy and her addictive flavor shattered any resistance he had left.
Charma knew she should be afraid since she’d just tempted a wild beast into coming at her, but it wasn’t fear she felt as Brand’s tongue drove inside her pussy. Pleasure was instant. He snarled again, a vicious, scary sound, but she didn’t care. He nuzzled in tightly until his nose rubbed against her swollen clit. She nearly came just from him touching her and having his tongue inside her. It was thick, stretching her tense vaginal walls. He seemed to want to get as deep as he could reach.
Her legs adjusted, her feet found purchase on the sides of his back, allowing her to draw her legs up enough to give him as much access to her pussy as he wanted. His hands on her thighs, holding her open, were bruising but she’d heal. It didn’t hurt.
Another snarl tore from him, his chest rumbled under her feet and he pressed tighter, shaking his head a little. She moaned. His tongue withdrew slightly before pushing deeper and he added an up-and-down, nodding motion.
She reached for him with both hands and her fingers slid into his hair, holding him tightly to her. His nose rubbed her clit as he began to fuck her with his tongue. Pleasure made her pant, purr and ache. Her nipples throbbed, her belly quivered, and she screamed out his name. The climax tore through her. Brand snarled again, growing wilder as he got the first taste of her release.
He’d never been this aggressive in the past—close, but not as rough. She didn’t mind, and she had no complaints when he tore his face away, forcing her to release his hair. She held his black gaze when he stared at her.
“Damn it, Charma.” He didn’t sound human. “Forgive me.”
“It’s okay, baby.”
He rose, grabbed her and rolled her over before she knew what he had in mind. A hand dug under her belly and lifted until she ended up on her knees. Her hands shot out to brace her body as two hundred-plus pounds of out-of-control male curved over her from behind.
He froze but she didn’t. His hot, thick cock pressed against her inner thigh. She wiggled her ass against him.
“Fuck me,” she moaned. “Make me yours.”
His arm hooked more firmly around her waist and he adjusted his legs to the outside of hers to align their hips. To help him, Charma arched her back, pushed her ass higher and spread her thighs a little wider apart. He didn’t even need to use his hands to guide his cock to her. It seemed to know where it wanted to be as the thick crown pressed against the entrance of her pussy and he drove home.
She cried out as he stretched her. There had been no time to adjust but it hurt so good. Ecstasy shot straight to her brain before he nearly withdrew from her body. Her muscles clamped down, trying to keep him from totally leaving her, but she didn’t need to worry about that.
Brand’s arm tightened on her waist to make sure she couldn’t get away. Not that she wanted to. His other hand slammed down on the bed next to hers. His claws tore through the bedspread and into the mattress as he braced his weight. His hips slammed against her ass, burying his cock deeper inside her.
“Yes,” she moaned.
He growled, his face buried in the curve of her shoulder as he curled more closely around her and pounded his cock into her pussy in fast, long strokes that gave her ultimate pleasure. His shaft seemed to swell as he fucked her frantically, the friction sweet and intense at the same time. Her eyes closed. She couldn’t think, could just feel, and another climax built until she screamed his name.
He slowed his movements a bit and withdrew the arm from around her waist. She had to brace to keep from collapsing onto her stomach but she heard his quick intake of breath and turned her head. He had bitten into his wrist—and it was suddenly in front of her.
She knew what he expected of her, and she was happy to do it. It took effort to keep her balance while grabbing hold of his arm and pulling it to her mouth.
The craving to taste his blood wasn’t a shifter trait she’d inherited but it would help seal the bond, a form of acceptance.
He fucked her faster as she sucked on his wrist. It seemed to excite him more. Brand howled as he started to come so hard she could feel his semen marking her body. His hips bucked as he drove into her deeply and stayed there, grinding against her ass in sharp jerks with every hot blast of his release that filled her. He snarled as he dropped his head. She tilted hers to the side to bare her shoulder, to give him what she knew he wanted.
His fangs scraped the soft part of her shoulder. His tongue darted out to wet the area before he bit down. Sharp teeth pierced her skin and the pleasure and pain blurred as she came again, her vaginal muscles clamping around his cock. He bit her harder, until his jaw locked while he marked her with his bite and saliva. She released his wrist and he hugged
her around her waist again.
Time blurred and she was grateful he held her so securely, sure she’d collapse under him if it weren’t for his arm supporting her. He adjusted his body a little, pulled them up slowly, but refused to unlock his jaw, which still imprisoned her shoulder. He kept their bodies connected with his cock buried inside her pussy as he lifted her onto his lap and sat up straight. He hugged her against his chest. She leaned back to press firmly against the solid wall of his body.
The feel of his teeth embedded in her flesh started to ache as the sex haze faded but she didn’t complain. She knew why he did it. He wanted to mark her well, make her take as much of him as possible as his saliva was introduced into her bloodstream, to be certain their mating took hold. She rubbed his shoulders, caressed him, to silently convey that she was okay. She couldn’t speak, still too out of breath from what they’d done to form words.
He finally withdrew his fangs and licked at the blood that welled up from his bite marks. His hot tongue soothed away the pain. He nuzzled her head.
“I love you, Charma,” he rasped against her skin. “You’re mine, hon. Forever.”
“Forever,” she agreed.
Brand breathed deeply. She knew he breathed in her scent and she smelled like him now, was totally his. There would be no lingering traces of the male who’d once claimed her.
“I didn’t hurt you?”
She smiled. “That was amazing.”
He hugged her closer and she felt his cock stiffen inside her, grow thicker, and she wiggled her ass on his lap. He groaned and his arms adjusted until he cupped her breasts in both his big palms. He slid her taut nipples between his fingers and thumbs, gave them a pinch, and she moaned.
“Tell me no,” he groaned, his head turning as his lips brushed kisses over the sensitive skin of her neck. “Otherwise I’m going to fuck you for hours. Years. Decades. God, I missed you.”
She lifted off his cock and he growled in protest but released her. She turned on her knees to stare at him and saw the hungry look he gave her. She’d missed him too. He looked so incredibly sexy and so hers. She didn’t hesitate to climb on his lap, facing him, and use his broad shoulder to brace herself with one hand while her other lowered to grip his cock.
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