by Cali MacKay
He loosened his hold on her just enough to let her move onto her back so she could face him. “I can’t let you go, Juno—and fighting me is pointless.”
“I can’t stay here, Greyson. Please…” Her body moved against his, so she was now pinned under his weight with his body nestled between her legs, his hard cock searching out her heat.
Suddenly, it was as if everything slowed. His eyes locked on hers as she took a deep breath and he could feel her racing heart hammer against his chest, his primal instincts to hunt and mate all culminating into this one very moment. Without another thought, he caught her mouth in a hungry kiss, his hips rocking his erection against her core, as he swallowed her needy moans.
She may have been pushing him away at the start, but she now returned his kiss with a passion he hadn’t expected, her body soft and supple under him, as her hips tilted to grind against him with each of his thrusts, his cock straining against the fabric of his jeans. His tongue clashed with hers as she raked her nails down his bare back, the flicker of pain spurring him on. He was desperate to have her, but she put her hands against his chest and turned away, breaking their kiss.
“I can’t do this, Greyson.” She shook her head, her eyes avoiding his. “You seem like a really nice guy, but I just met you, and this is all too weird. Not to mention, a man died tonight. He may have had it coming, but…he’s still dead.”
He took a deep breath…honey and heather…and cedar too. The closer he got, the better she smelled and the more he wanted her. “You need to give me until morning. And you might be freaked out, but I can guarantee you’ll be more freaked out if those bears get their paws on you.”
She let out a growl of frustration that had a smile tugging at his lips, loving that her emotions ran raw and true. “Fine. I’ll stay put for the night. But come morning, I need to get out of here. Now if you don’t mind, get the hell off me.”
Chapter Four
Juno was pinned under Greyson’s hard body, making it impossible to ignore his massive erection as it rode against her slit and pressed against her clit with delicious pressure, straining against his jeans. It was as if his cock was searching her out with a mind all its own, and doing too good a job of reminding her that it’d been years since she was last with anyone at all. “Off. You’re like a ton of pure muscle.”
She should have known he wouldn’t give up so easily. With a quick and agile move, he rolled off her, but with his arms wrapped around her, he took her with him, so she now found herself straddling him, her clit swollen and aching for release as his hands gripped her hips and rocked them forward along the length of hard cock. “How’s this? Any better?”
“What do you think you’re doing?” Her eyes slipped shut as she let out a needy moan, unable to help herself. He made it so she couldn’t think straight.
His grip on her hips was firm so his fingers dug into her soft flesh, the flicker of pain doing nothing to dampen just how badly she wanted him, especially when she could feel just how powerful he was. She should be scared, especially given her past, and yet the feel of him capturing her, of being at his mercy, did nothing but turn her on, since she somehow knew she was still safe with him.
“Me? I’m not doing much of anything, sweetheart. Though I am just a little curious.” He sat up, and wrapped his strong arm around her waist so that her cursedly full breasts now pressed against his muscular chest, as his gold eyes—eyes that could only belong to something not quite human—locked on hers, as if he were hunting her.
“Curious about what exactly?” She glared at him in a futile attempt to cover the effect he was having on her, her body urging her to throw caution to the wind and just give in to the pleasure he could offer her, a pleasure she could barely remember.
“Whether you want me as much as I want you.” He bit her bottom lip and kissed her once more, slow and sweet this time so she was left desperately wanting more. When he ended their kiss, he gave her a sexy smile, and though it was buried in his thick stubble, it only added to his rugged good looks. “It’s been a long time, hasn’t it, June bug?”
“June bug?” Her eyebrows perked up, even as she bit back a groan. He was doing her head in, and she was finding it impossible to not give in to his charms, even if she was trying her best to keep him at bay and stay strong. With everything else that was going on in her life, she did not need this sort of complication. “Real cute—but it’s still Juno. As for it being a long time, I don’t see what that has to do with anything. If you think the fact that it’s been awhile since I last got laid is going to somehow have me ripping my knickers off so you can fuck me—you can guess again.”
And yet, his teasing smile and the hungry look in his eyes nearly had her doing just that, since she was finding it hard to ignore the little fact that she’d be more than happy to strip naked for him if it meant being on the receiving end of his massive cock. She may have been freaked out when she awoke after passing out and found him naked, but there was no denying the gods had been generous and kind when they’d sculpted Greyson Moore.
When he nuzzled her, with his stubble rough against her cheek and his head bent to hers, it took all she had not to lean in and kiss him. “Aren’t you just a little curious? After all, it’s not like it’s every day that you get the chance to sleep with a shifter—and I promise…you won’t be disappointed.”
“Really? That’s the best you can do? I won’t be disappointed?” She shook her head with a laugh, wondering if he could see right through all her protests. And it certainly didn’t help that the thought of getting naked in front of Greyson, when he was ripped and looking like the perfect male specimen, was enough to have her panicking. “You’re funny. But…no thanks. I’m quite happy with my battery-operated sex life, since I’m guaranteed to come each and every time, rather than faking it to keep from bruising anyone’s ego. Not to mention, I don’t have to worry about meeting some unattainable Photoshopped ideal of a waif.”
His grip on her tightened, all but growling out his words, which only made her want him all the more, her clit now throbbing and heavy with need. “Sweetness, you’re fucking perfect just the way you are, and the last thing I want is some waif. As for whatever battery-operated implements you’ve been using, I guarantee I can make you come harder and better, each and every time. And if you don’t believe me, then let me prove it to you.”
Pinning her body to his, he thrust up into her as she gasped in response, cursing the fact that they were still wearing too many clothes, even if he only had jeans on. She held onto him, his skin scorching hot against her palms. And with each grinding thrust, her breath caught in her throat, her hips rocking along his hard cock as he caught her mouth in a hungry kiss, his tongue clashing with hers.
He yanked her sweater up over her head, breaking their kiss but for a moment, his arms wrapping around her to make quick work of her bra, tossing it aside and freeing her full breasts. Tangling his hand in her hair, he pulled her head back, putting enough distance between them so he could now run his tongue in a teasing circle around her nipple, feeling it stiffen as her breathing went ragged. He nipped at it, before turning to the other, sucking them into his mouth as her needy cries escaped her lips.
With a strong arm around her waist, he leapt to his feet with an ease she’d never seen before, amazed by his agility and strength as he carried her off to his bed. “I have plans for you, my sweet girl…and my bed’s far more comfortable than the floor for what I have planned.”
“And what exactly would that be?” Now that Greyson had laid her down on his bed, she was feeling exposed.
“I’m going to fuck you until the sun comes up, and I promise, by the time I’m done, you won’t even know your own name anymore.” He made quick work of the button and zipper on her jeans before yanking them and her panties off her. And if she was feeling exposed before, it was now one hundred times worse—not that there was anything slowing him down. “Fucking hell…do you know how gorgeous you are?”
He so
unded sincere, even if she didn’t really believe him. She might be able to pull off cute. She might even be able to pull off spunky. But gorgeous? Gorgeous was for supermodels and Hollywood—and that wasn’t her.
She watched as he kicked off his jeans, his hard cock free once more, all while his gold eyes roamed her body with an intensity and hunger she’d never before been on the receiving end of. And if anyone was gorgeous, it was Greyson. Hell, gorgeous didn’t even begin to describe him. He was downright magnificent: taller than most guys at close to six foot four, with unruly dark hair, fierce gold eyes, broad, tattooed shoulders with the ink running down to his massive biceps, rock-hard abs, long cut legs, and a massive erect cock.
And yet…she had to be insane to go down this road, not only with someone she just met, but a shifter no less—and one who thought she was his mate and the person he was fated to be with. “Greyson…I’m not sure this is a wise idea.”
But he was already stalking toward her, looking fierce and hungry with a primal passion as he knelt before her on the bed. Shifting her legs apart, he got ready to take her, suddenly looking more wild and feral, even if he retained his human form. “You’re my mate, Juno… There is no other way.”
His words sent her heart racing, but before she could muster together a coherent thought, before she could protest or start overthinking this, he lowered his body to hers. Nestling himself between her legs, he caught her mouth in a hungry kiss, his tongue bullying hers in a heated dance as he swallowed her needy moans and let his hard cock ride along her wet slit, teasing her swollen clit.
She had but a moment to think of condoms when he gripped her hips, angling them just right with his cock at her entrance, and thrust into her as she cried out. He buried himself deep inside her, forcing her body to stretch around his generous girth and length, filling her so tight, it was like nothing she’d ever felt before.
Her mind was racing, and yet with his mouth still hard on hers, her needy whimpers and futile protests were swallowed by one hungry kiss after the other. The mere size of him was enough to nearly have her coming with just that single thrust, and though he’d paused for a moment to give her body a chance to adjust to the intrusion, she could feel the tension coiled in his muscles as he strained to hold himself back.
In the end, a moment was all he could spare her, no longer holding back as he pounded his next thrust into her, and the next, forcing her body to accommodate his massive size. But when he hooked her leg up onto the crook of his arm, he opened her up to him even further, angling her just right to deepen his thrusts as she cried out with each pounding, the energy of her orgasm gathering like the clouds of a summer storm.
“Fucking hell, Greyson…I can’t…it’s too much…” Overwhelmed, and with her head spinning, she gasped out the words, even as her hips rose to meet his, her pussy slick and swollen with need as he took her hard, claiming her like no man had ever done before.
“You’re mine, Juno… Mine.” He all but growled out his response, his pace quickening as if her cries spurred him on, the energy inside her firing like an electrical storm, until she was screaming out his name as she came, her body quivering as he continued to pound into her, as if he was claiming her as his own.
Yet she barely had a moment to recover. He pulled out of her, and with one swift move, flipped her onto all fours and buried himself in her slick heat once more, mounting her from behind as he lowered his body to hers and bit her shoulder. The flicker of pain melted into such pleasure, and with her body already stretched around his cock, it was all she could do to fight back the energy of her next orgasm.
This time, she swore he held nothing back, pounding into her and taking her rough, his sharp teeth raking against her throat and shoulder, so she could think of nothing but their coupling—their mating—as she braced herself against the onslaught of pleasure and pain, and yet another orgasm as she teetered on the edge of coming again.
She swore she could take little more, his pace relentless as each thrust had her crying out, her body so tight around his cock, she swore he’d tear her in two, when he pushed her off that delicious edge, sinking his teeth into her shoulder as she cried out and came once more, though this time, he was following right on her heels with a final thrust, his massive cock pumping his hot seed deep inside her with a primal growl. “Mine.”
Her heart hammered against her chest as both their bodies finally stilled, their breathing still ragged and heavy as he gathered her up in his arms, his semi-hard cock still buried deep inside her, even as his cum slipped onto her thighs, leaving her feeling slick and well-used.
Coming down from her post-orgasmic high, she found herself starting to panic. She’d just had unprotected sex with a wolf shifter—and he’d just unleashed a copious amount of cum deep inside her. As pathetic as her sex life was, she wasn’t on the Pill either.
And then he was moving once more…his cock going hard yet again. Spooning her from behind, his hips started thrusting into her as he held her tightly to him, even as one hand reached up to cup her breast and pinch her nipple while his other hand slipped between her legs to stroke and tease her clit. A needy whimper escaped her lips, her body overwhelmed by the sensations after having already come twice.
“How can you…so soon…and we can’t keep doing this…” She grappled with her words between gasps as he fucked her again, slow and sweet this time, her body moving as if under its own volition, her response to him immediate.
“Shifters make a quick recovery, and I’m far from done with you yet, June bug.” He raked his teeth over the pulse of her neck, scraping the sensitive skin just enough to have the energy inside her building once again.
“Condom…we should be using one.” Though that comment was a bit late to the party.
“Not when you’re my mate.”
Chapter Five
Greyson knew that probably wasn’t the wisest response to her concern about condoms, but he could barely put together a coherent thought when he was fucking her, her scent filling his head and keeping him focused on just one thing. Yet when she glared at him over her shoulder, he knew he’d have to explain.
“We’re immune to STDs, and your scent’s different when you’re in heat—or rather…when you’re ovulating.” He thrust into her hard, just to make his point, her body tight around his cock as he claimed her as his once more.
She bit his bottom lip in response, the flicker of pain only spurring him on to take her harder. “It’s a good thing then that this is our one and only night together, since I’ll be gone come morning.”
He nearly laughed out loud. As if he was ever going to let her go. How could he when it would mean a lifetime of misery for him? “I wish you weren’t in such a hurry to leave me just so you can run off and get yourself killed.”
She pulled free of his cock and turned to face him, her hands on his shoulder as she pushed him back against the mattress and straddled him. She was slick enough that, despite his generous size, she slid down his length effortlessly, catching her lip between her teeth as she took him in his entirety. The look on her face, the way her mouth opened on a gasp and heady breath, the way her eyes slipped shut in utter pleasure was nearly enough to have him coming again.
And then he caught the musky scent of bear, pulling Juno off him as he leapt to his feet, a growl raging through him with a fury. He felt the need to shift but fought it, knowing the bears wouldn’t dare start a war. “Stay here in this room and get dressed.”
Leaving her in his bed, naked and scared, he headed for the door, not bothering to grab his jeans. He walked out onto the porch, his vision sharp despite the darkness. Six bears that he could see, one of them shifting into their human form. “Thought it might be you, Sawyer.”
“Atticus is dead. Don’t suppose you know anything about that?” Sawyer stood before him, though he kept a safe and respectful distance—for now.
“I do. He attacked my mate—toyed with her…was going to rape her—when he dropped dead.” It was noth
ing but the truth, even if it didn’t make sense.
“You know we don’t just drop dead—not when we’re young and healthy, which means someone put him in that grave.” Sawyer shook his head. “I’m not saying Atticus wasn’t a fucking asshole—but he’s dead, and your mate’s scent is all over him. His people are looking for answers.”
“You mean they’re looking for blood.” Of course they were. But if they thought Greyson was going to just turn her over so they could question her, they could guess again. “And of course her scent is all over him, since he was mauling her. Do you really think a tiny human female could take down a bear shifter?”
“And yet, he’s dead. Besides, if she had nothing to do with Atticus’s death, then there’s nothing to worry about. Is there?” Sawyer shrugged his broad shoulders, not looking too broken up about Atticus leaving the world early. Greyson knew Sawyer well enough, and liked him. He was a fair and intelligent man, though that didn’t mean Greyson trusted the other members of the bear clan—especially not the ones related to Atticus.
“I trust you, Sawyer—but not the others. Not when they’re looking for revenge.” Greyson paced the wood decking of his porch, glad that Sawyer was at least keeping a respectful distance. They may be on friendly enough terms, but these weren’t normal circumstances. “And let’s not forget, she was the one who was attacked—she was the one who was nearly raped. It’s not her fault he dropped dead. If anything, she’s the one who should be taking issue with your clan for being harmed—not to mention he was on wolf territory.”
Sawyer’s eyes narrowed as he took Greyson in—not that Greyson was fazed by it. “He had no right to trespass—but that’s an entirely different problem. Look…I’ll speak to his family, but I can tell you now, they won’t care about any of the details aside from the fact that one of theirs is dead—especially when it’s fucking unheard of. She had something to do with it, and his kin want her head. I’m sorry, Greyson, but you know they’re not going to rest until they’ve had their revenge.”