MAJOR (MC Bear Mates Book 5)

by Becca Fanning

  He growled. “I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll never even think about another man.”

  A purr escaped her. “Why would I want another man when I’ve got you right where I want you?”

  “I’ll never be pussy whipped,” he gritted out as she wriggled her hips, a move that made his butt arc off the bed in response.

  Laughter cascaded from her as his words penetrated the haze of arousal flooding her senses, dulling her thought processes while making her aware of every other sensation her body was experiencing.

  She bent over him, let her hair fall around them, filling the air between them with the scent of her shampoo. With her lips a hairsbreadth from his, her eyes staring into his, she murmured, “You’ll be grateful when you are. You’ll thank me for it.”

  She saw his surprise in the sudden dilation of his pupils. He hadn’t expected that to be her reaction, but truth was, she hadn’t expected those to be some of his first words to her.

  Before he could protest, she slipped her hand between them and shaped his shaft through the thick terry cloth.

  He let out a pained hiss which turned into a low growl as she let her fingers slip under the material. When bare skin touched bare skin, they both reacted. He closed his eyes so hard that his brow puckered. She luxuriated in feeling him, in having him in her hand again but with the definite distinction that he belonged to her.

  She didn’t have to share him. Ever again.

  She jacked him off, loving how the possessive thoughts were ramping up her need for him. She’d always felt like she’d be grateful if she had his attention. Like she’d do anything to please him, to keep him happy. Instead, she wanted to bring him to his knees.

  She didn’t want him pussy whipped, regardless of what she’d said. But she wanted him to be grateful to have her. Like she was grateful to have him.

  She wanted him to need her as much as she needed him.

  This was only the way it was going to work. They had to need equally, otherwise the imbalance would wreck everything.

  So, her hand sped up, and she tracked every muscle twitch on his face, listened to every message his body could send her until she knew he was seconds away from coming. One thing she knew how to do and do well was fuck. She’d made it an art form at getting these big guys to come quickly.

  In this instance, she had no intention of letting that happen.

  When she stopped the twisting motions of her hand, his eyes flared open. “What are you doing?” he demanded, his voice hoarse.

  She shot him a smile. “What do you think?” Pip sat up onto her knees and dragged the towel away from his lap and tossed it on the ground. When his cock was there, lying heavily against his stomach, she bent down and pressed a kiss to the tip. His butt arched off the bed again, and she saw his hands grip the sheets at either side of his hips. His instinct would be to shove her mouth onto his shaft, but he didn’t, and for that act of good behavior, she in turn reacted generously.

  She walked forward on her knees, came to a halt when his cock was lined up with her pussy, then arched down so that her cunt slickly trailed down his shaft. His hiss oozed with satisfaction, and she grinned at him when he stared at her a little blindly. With her hand still on his cock, she forced the tip against her clit as she began to rock her hips, frigging herself until orgasm was close for her too. Her head fell back with the wonder of the moment, and she wriggled and writhed, loving every second, needing more, needing everything he had to give.

  When she was close, oh so close, she stopped teasing herself, and directed his cock to her gate. She was tight and he was big, but when he finally filled her, when every inch was deep inside, she wanted to scream with the glory of it.

  Pip didn’t stop until she was seated in his lap again, every part of her impaled on his cock. She sat there, wriggling a little with the fullness, but more than anything just trying to get her breath back. Her hands, she rested on his chest, and he brought his own up to cover hers.

  She was surprised that he gave her a chance to catch her breath, but she was relieved.

  “I’d forgotten how big you were,” she panted, tilting her chin up to catch his eye. His pleased grin had her shaking her head wryly. “Thought you’d like to hear that.”

  He tilted his head to the side as though he didn’t understand her words. “You’re not how I remember…”

  She didn’t let him finish. “Just because I worshipped the ground you walked on, doesn’t make me a doormat you can step on.”

  “We’re mates,” he reminded her.

  “You’re new to the realization; you have a lot to get used to.” Before he could say anything else to dampen the mood, she clenched her cunt muscles down until she ached and he groaned. Then, when the sinews in his throat bled white with the pressure of him pushing his head back into the pillow, she began to ride him, back and forth but deeply and slowly. She moved one hand from under his and began to touch her clit. As she did, he watched. His gaze was glued to her pussy, and she loved it. Loved his attention. Loved how focused he was on the way she was pleasuring herself.

  After less than two minutes, she could feel the orgasm was close. “I’m gonna cum,” she told him, gasping out the words as her head fell back once more and she rode out the waves of pleasure tormenting her.

  He surprised the hell out of her by rearing up until he was seated and their chests were pressed against one another, something aided by his hands on her back. She moaned at the shift in angle of his cock, then screamed when he whispered in her head, “Give it to me, baby.”

  The added sensation of his lips against her ear then her throat had her combusting like a grenade. They were her sweet spots, and the delicate tickle had ecstasy ricocheting through her as adrenaline and hormones and all the other glorious cocktail of chemicals ram-raided her brain.

  And then, just when she felt like she was coming down, she felt his teeth scrape against her throat. This time, she felt the difference. The teeth were different.

  The dose of reality woke her up from the haze of need she’d fallen into, but not enough to burst into action. Just as she realized the teeth were different, they bit down. Pain hit her first and then came another orgasm, this one a thousand times stronger than the other. If the other had been a grenade, this was a bomb. It destroyed everything in its wake, razed everything to the ground until she was left stripped bare—a small seedling of herself, of her soul, just waiting for him to come to life.

  The depth of her being responded to his presence, and she wanted to cry and laugh in wonder as suddenly, he was there. She was no longer alone. She would never be alone ever again.

  He hadn’t lied.

  She felt the bond. She could feel it spreading through her, sense the branches of his bond with her unfurling throughout her being.

  And then as she felt joy and relief and wonder, she suddenly felt nothing.

  But nothing wasn’t a bad thing, because at her heart, she’d never be nothing again. She’d always be his. And he’d always be hers.

  Chapter 6

  Major hugged his mate to his chest and let her flop against him like a hot, curvy blanket as he lay back against the bed.

  His cock was still hard inside her, his cum still plugged deep in her pussy.

  The notion thrilled him as did the idea that this woman, this beautiful, sexy gorgeous siren was his.

  He let his hands trace up and down her spine, reveling in her presence, glorying in the bond.

  It still hadn’t settled in his head that she was here. His mate was here. Had been for years. Hell, it was taking too goddamn long to realize his mate was Pip. Pip of all people!

  He’d known her, of course. Had fucked her before. But it had never been like this. Never.

  What the hell had happened? Why had the Goddesses presented him with his mate so long ago and yet he’d only sensed her now? What had he done to deserve such a punishment?

  He refused to feel self-pity when his mate was finally in his arms, but still, he was p
retty pissed off.

  Well, as pissed off as a recently mated male could get.

  He rubbed his chin against her temple, loving that even though she was out for the count, she still tilted her face a little as though seeking more of him.

  The very notion was like a punch to the gut. He was no longer alone. She was his. His to love, cherish, and protect.

  After so many years of being solo, it would take a shit ton to get used to, but hell, it would be worth every second of it.

  She wasn’t how he remembered, truth be told. He’d known her for a good chunk of years, had seen her grow from relatively young woman to a full grown one. She’d come to the MC when she was around twenty and had been with them until around twenty-seven?

  Christ, it shamed him that he didn’t know her age. He’d known her for seven years and didn’t know that.

  What kind of a son of a bitch did that make him?

  He’d bet Jarvis would know.

  When the male had come to his quarters and told him that his mate had gone to her old rooms to shower, he’d known Jarvis was aware of what Pip was to him before the other man had even thought to threaten him with, “You hurt her, Major, and you’ll answer to me.”

  All kinds of possessiveness had raged through him, pissing off his already irate and stressed Bear. Maybe Jarvis had sensed that because he’d backed off with a look, but still, that Jarvis had feelings for Pip was evident.

  Of course, feelings meant little in the grand scheme of things. Like he’d had feelings for Juanita… In the end, it meant jack shit without a mate bond.

  It didn’t mean he had to appreciate the fact Jarvis liked Pip, and that at one point or another, he’d probably fucked her.

  Hell, nearly all the brothers would have fucked her.

  It was a fact that had his Bear, content after the Claiming, starting to feel agitation.

  Why had the Goddesses done this to him?

  Had he scented her from the first, Pip would never have become a club whore.

  He closed his eyes and tried to think of anything other than the fact his mate had been with his brothers.

  It must have worked, because within minutes, he was fast asleep.

  Watching Pip from the pool table, Major had to force himself to concentrate on his shot and not on the fact she was saying hi to his brothers.

  He’d have gone around with her if it would have helped, but he knew his Bear wouldn’t be able to stand it without causing a fight. It was bad enough being over here, so standing next to her while she greeted the men she’d fucked through the years would have been pretty damn close to impossible.

  With a growl, he watched as Ramses hugged her. She laughed, slapping him away. His Bear retreated a little at the sight of her laughing face, the beautiful pixie-like features that made his heart warm where it had been so fucking cold for what felt like forever.

  An elbow knocked him in the side. “You’re staring.”

  He blinked in surprise at being knocked then realized it was Annette, probably the only person in the club who’d dare elbow someone in the side and not fear the consequences.

  “She’s my mate. I’m entitled.”

  That had her barking out a laugh. “You look like you’re seconds away from storming over there and pissing all over her.”

  “If it would work, I’d do it.”

  The Prez’s mate rolled her eyes. “Why can I believe that?”

  He just grunted.

  “You can’t let this become a problem, Major.”

  “What’s a problem?” he immediately denied, bending down to take his shot. When he missed, he hissed under his breath then grimaced when Graver took his shot and made the pot. “You’re bad for my game,” he chided her.

  “I don’t think so. Your head isn’t in the game because it’s too busy being jealous.”

  “And how do you know that?”

  She shrugged. “Because you’re partly human and I am too?”

  “I can’t afford to be jealous,” he said, scowling when Graver rounded up the balls and won the damn game without him having a chance at taking another shot. “Good game, bro,” he called out, handing over the cue to Jarvis who’d been watching and waiting to take on the winner of their match.

  He stepped away from the table then took a seat close to it. As he watched Jarvis set up the balls, Annette came to sit next to him. He looked at her from the corner of her eye. “You’re not going to go away, are you?”

  “No. Not when I can feel this eating you up.”

  “It isn’t eating me up.” Realizing she’d trapped him with his words, he gritted out, “Nothing is eating me up.”

  She shook her head. “I’m a safe person to talk to, Major. I won’t tell anyone anything you say.”

  “Not even Mars?” he said after snorting his disbelief at that.

  “Mars usually knows what’s going without my saying a word,” was all she told him, which neither confirmed or denied any of his suspicions. But it did fit in with his belief that the Prez and his mate could communicate telepathically.

  “Look, I don’t have to like what brought us to this moment. I don’t have to be happy about any of it. All I do know, all I am happy about, is that woman over there is mine. I’m just being a dick. That’s all.”

  “No man likes to share, especially not his mate.”

  That she’d hit the nail on the head had him cringing inside. “I’ll get over it,” he repeated.

  “I’m sure you will, but I’m concerned about you taking it out on her. It’s not her fault.”

  “I never said it was. If anything, it’s mine. I should have sensed her. I don’t know why I didn’t. For fuck’s sake, surely mates have been on medication before and found their other halves?”

  She shrugged. “That tells you one thing—that you should be grateful she didn’t move too far away. Imagine if you’d never met her again. Wouldn’t that be far worse?”

  The notion of Pip not being his claimed mate, of him never having met her and had the chance to make her his, had his Bear tearing at the cage that was Major’s human form.

  He ran a shaky hand through his hair. “Yeah. You’re right. That means some poor SOBs have met their mates without their even realizing it.” He shuddered with horror. “Those poor motherfuckers.”

  She reached over and patted him on the shoulder. “Exactly. Be grateful for small blessings.”

  “Large blessings,” he corrected as he traced his eyes over his mate, watching her as she laughed at something Jonesy said before she wriggled her hips to the beat of a new song that came over the speakers. She sashayed her way across the room and with a bouncy laugh, traced her hand along the pool table and declared, “I play the winner.”

  “Prepare to be hustled, gentlemen,” Tony declared.

  Graver cocked a brow. “Why?”

  Jarvis chuckled. “She’s one of the best pool players in the MC.”

  Major blinked at that. She was? How had he not known that?

  Jealousy tried to rear its ugly head, but before it could, she swayed her way over to him and plopped herself on his lap.

  Turning herself into him, she pressed a kiss to his cheek. Before she could turn away, he grabbed hold of her chin and pressed his mouth onto hers.

  He tried to control himself, tried not to make it look like he was staking his claim in public, but his Bear took control.

  He fucked her mouth like she’d fucked him earlier, taking every inch of her, claiming her again and again in a way that no one could misinterpret.

  His lips tingled when he pulled away, and she looked at him with dazed eyes as she raised her hand, traced his mouth with a fingertip, and smiled sleepily at him.

  “I almost wish I hadn’t said I’d play the winner.”

  He smirked. “There’s always later. Anyway…” He grabbed the back of her neck, pushed his face against her throat and in her ear, and whispered, “You’re probably too sore to do anything tonight.”

  Laughter bar
ked from her and she slapped his chest. “Someone likes the idea of exhausting me, huh?”

  He pulled away so she could see him winking at her. “It was one of my proudest moments.”

  “I’ll bet.” She chuckled, shaking her head at him. “Annette, how do you keep mates in order?”

  The other woman laughed. “I’ll let you know if I figure it out. These men are pretty difficult to tame.”

  “Bullshit. We’re teddy bears. Ain’t that right, Graver?” he hollered, asking the only other mated male in the vicinity.

  “With the right woman we are,” came the retort as he took his shot and sank the red stripe.

  Major grinned at his mate again. “See. Can’t get much easier to tame a teddy bear. All we need is to cuddle up to you on a night time.”

  “Yeah, I guess I’d better get used to cuddling up to a three-hundred-pound teddy then.” She rolled her eyes but took the sting out of her words by wriggling in his lap and settling deeper into him. “It’s nice being back here,” she murmured softly. “I missed it.”

  “You’ll have a different role now.”

  The obviousness of his statement had her chuckling. “No shit, Sherlock.”

  Considering he hadn’t meant in the most obvious of ways, he had to laugh. “I actually meant you’ll probably be doing less around here than you did before.”

  “So, I’m no longer a club servant, eh?” She cocked a brow at him. “This being your mate shit is looking better and better.”

  “Good to know,” he retorted, bowing his head to take a nibble of her throat.

  The warning didn’t go unnoticed, and she shivered in his lap in response. Not out of fear but sensual awareness.

  Jesus, he loved that.

  “You’re a mouthy broad, Pip,” he chided, then licked where he’d nipped. “I love it.”

  She smiled as she turned her face, tilting it so she could rub her chin against his cheek. “I’m glad.”

  He especially loved how tactile she was. Christ, could the woman be any more perfect for him?

  “Are you good with admin stuff, Pip?” Annette asked, breaking into his thoughts, and urging his mate into leaning away from him so she could see the other woman.