by Marie Mason
He was all hard muscles and raw strength and she could feel her body respond as it always did; with her pussy clenching and moistening, preparing her to take her bear lover. Her mouth went dry and her heart stalled. She wanted to taste him. Take his cock into her mouth and taste the clean male flavor.
“Enjoying the view?”
At the sexy drawl, her attention snapped back to his face and his gaze laced with hers. There was a wicked grin on his gorgeous face. She was tongued tied, blushing at getting caught staring at him.
Her plan kept whirling around in her head. Could she really do this? Her gaze dropped. His cock had grown, lengthen. She knew she’d taken him over and over again, but she’d never done what she was about to suggest with anyone. Ever.
“Come here, baby.” He held out his hand and urged her closer. She’d only managed to remove her skirt while walking closer. She still had on her panties, blouse, and bra. She noticed his eyes had dropped to her chest and realized the steam from the shower had made her top and bra transparent. Her brown areoles were clearly visible along with her elongated nipples. What could she say? She wanted the man. She circled one with a finger, making them draw up even more.
“What do I get if I do?” She loved it when her inner imp came out to play. Seeing the expression on his face as she tugged on her nipple, she knew he did, too.
“A fantastic fuck in the shower.” His confidence was dramatic. But then, most fucks with him were fantastic.
“Been there. Done that.”
He stepped forward, grabbing her hand and pulling her under the warm spray before she could protest. “Then let’s do it again.”
Immediately, her hair and the rest of her clothes were soaked. His hands stroked down her sides, seemingly enjoying the feel of the wet cloth over her skin. The seconds ticked by as he stared down at her. “I love you, Paige.”
She blinked up at him, the water from the shower trickling down her face. “And I love you.”
He dipped his head. His mouth caught hers in a plundering kiss that never failed to astound her. That he wanted her so much. His tongue swept against her bottom lip and slipped inside, stroking, coaxing, and drawing a raw moan from deep in her throat. She stood on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his neck to give him better access. His arms slid around her waist and drew her closer. His cock was a hard ridge of heat between them. She slicked her hands down his wet back to his hips, and kneaded the slightly bunched muscles she found there. His big body jerked helplessly against hers as she trailed her hands lower, and around the front, cupping him in her hand. He raised his head, his expression pagan, primal. Possessive. The emotion she saw both thrilled and frightened her on an undefinable level. He was male to her female. Dominant. She tingled inside thinking of the submission she would show him tonight. The trust she would place in his hands.
He reached for the buttons of her blouse and slid them free, pushing the shirt over her shoulders and down her arms. His fingers made quick work of her bra clasp and she spilled free. The water rushed over her skin and her breasts throbbed.
His gaze dropped to her bare breasts. “You have the most incredible nipples I have ever seen. So big and rosy.”
Before she could drag in a breath, he dipped his head and drew one sensitive peak into his mouth. She wanted to scream in pleasure. Her fingers tangled in his hair. Her nails bit into his scalp. He’d made her come this way the very first time they were together, on their very first date. Their blind date. Now, with just another draw of his mouth, she knew she would come just as hard as she had then. “Oh, God, Quinn. Please.”
Quinn gave his woman what she needed. He sucked her so hard and so thoroughly she sagged against him. Mewling sounds of pleasure echoed throughout the bathroom and he knew she was about to come. He drew on her harder, his mouth creating a powerful tugging that threw her over the edge.
“Quinn!”
Heat flowed through Paige, pulsating along her nerve endings, heating her body. Wetness flooded her pussy. When he lifted his head, her nipple was red and swollen, throbbing. “More?”
“Yes.”
He smiled and licked a path to her other breast. He didn’t touch her anywhere with his hands. They were flat against the shower wall behind her. The only place they touched was where his mouth sucked on her breast and her fingers still dug into his scalp. The tip of his tongue rasped her ultra-sensitive flesh. Goose bumps rose up and down her arms despite the fall of the warm water. He delivered the same delicious torture to her other breast. Her body pulsed with each movement of his mouth, pushing her closer to the edge. Pull and nibble. Pull and nibble. Pull and…bite!
In an instant, she was coming again, screaming out his name.
She shuddered as pleasure rolled through her. As she regained her breath, he turned off the water. “Wait.” She grasped his forearm; her fingers looked small against his rugged size. “I want to taste you.” She started to fall on her knees but his harsh command stopped her.
“No. I don’t have the control.”
She licked her lips. “Are you sure?” His big body kept the majority of the flow off her, pinned as she was between the wall and his chest. He always kept her warm, gave her everything she needed.
He stared down at her, his face grooving with stark lines that made her stomach flip. “I want, Paige. I want so much I hurt with it.”
“Me, too.” She ducked her chin, almost embarrassed to say what she wanted. “I want you to take me.” Hell, there was no way she could verbally tell him what she wanted.
“I plan to, baby. I plan to.” He turned off the water and barely stopped to dry them off before he effortlessly gathered her up in his arms. They were still damp when he knelt on the bed and placed her in the center. Small droplets of water rolled down his chest, following the path from his collarbone to his pecs, edging its way to his taut nipple. She leaned up and licked away the water.
“Again.” He cradled the back of her head with his big hand and forced her to obey. She grabbed his biceps for support and drew him inside her mouth much as he had her in the shower. Her tongue licked and flicked. Then she bit him. She figured what was as good for the goose…and all that.
He growled.
“Lay back and spread your legs. Wide.”
Again, she obeyed him, planting her feet on the mattress, and exposing herself fully. Sometimes it was good to be with a bossy bear. He gazed down at her, his hand pumping his cock up and down. Droplets of his cum gathered on the mushroom head and she remembered how she wanted to taste him. “Let me.”
“Quiet.” With every command he’d given his voice had grown deeper and deeper. Her eyes flew to his face knowing what she would see. His bear. His bear was near the surface. His face was harsher, his eyes a golden brown. They had turned completely gold when he’d mated her. She wanted them golden tonight. Before she could tell him what she planned for tonight, he was between her legs, his shoulders holding her open for his assault. And assault it was. His mouth covered her pussy, sucking the wet flesh. And then his tongue was there, sliding along her slit, tasting her desire.
Her hips arched off the bed. “More.” Now she was demanding.
He found her clit with his fingers, exposing it. The broad surface of his tongue stroked over it. He varied his attention between her slit and her clit, making her tremble with need.
Quinn focused on his mate. She was beautiful, loving, kind. He couldn’t count the number of hours lately he’d envisioned her like this, head thrown back, face flushed with passion. Her small moans pushed him beyond the edge of control. He felt the primal rise of his bear as they prepared to take her. With one long stroke, he was deep inside her, pumping his cock into her hot, wet depths. He thrust again, felt her slick, satiny heat grip him, and he knew he’d do anything and everything in his power to keep her with him. Forever.
He lowered himself, catching his weight with his arms. “Paige. Baby.”
Her legs gripped his waist, her heels digging into the back of
his legs as he pounded inside her. Sliding one hand beneath her buttocks, he lifted her into the thrust of his hips. He buried his head into the curve of her neck seeking out his mating mark. He licked the raised skin, the slight scar that would always be there. Just like him.
“Wait,” she gasped even as her hips kept moving in time with his. He sucked at her neck and he felt her pussy flutter around him, signaling she was close to coming. He thrust harder; making sure his cock hit her clit with each downward thrust. The sooner she found her pleasure the sooner he could fill her with his seed. His bear rippled beneath his skin at the thought.
Paige tried to tell Quinn he needed to stop. She really did, but she couldn’t. His cock was inside her and she was ready to explode. Thinking all day about him taking her had made her a rocket ready to blast off. When he thrust against her clit one more time, she couldn’t control herself, the pleasure overtook her and she came around his cock.
“That’s it, baby. Milk me dry.” Her pussy clenched and released as she found her pleasure, driving him toward the end. Quinn thrust into her and flooded her insides. The heat of his release sent her over the edge again.
Paige shook as her breathing returned to normal. Quinn slumped over her body, careful to keep his weight from crushing her. She felt his cock still jerking inside her and squeezed the muscles of her pussy. She wanted every last drop. He kissed the side of her throat, growling at the pressure.
“Quinn.” He stilled at the sound of his name. She knew he was thinking the worst.
He eased back, brushing the damp hair from her face. “What, baby? I’ll give you anything.”
Cupping the side of his face, she smiled up at him. “Anything?”
He turned his head and kissed the palm of her hand. “Anything.”
“Then take me.” She reached across the bed to the nightstand. He opened the top drawer and discovered the items she’d placed there earlier.
Quinn’s body went rigid. Not just his cock inside Paige, but every muscle of his body. Her voice was deep and sexy, that sex over the phone voice that never failed to arouse him. He stared at her, her eyes dark and slumberous and he knew what she was asking.
“Sure?” It was the only word he could force through his tight throat.
She nodded once and that was all it took to break the bonds of his control. Quinn’s body flooded with the power of his bear. He flipped her over on her stomach, positioning her on her knees. His cock hurt as he looked at the beautiful sight before him. Paige’s sweet pink pussy already flushed from his possession.
“Wider.”
By this point, Paige was craving Quinn’s touch so badly she would have done anything he asked. Offering herself up to him was exactly what she did want. She spread her knees, feeling the stretch as she exposed herself to him. He fell on top of her, the muscles in his arms bulging.
Paige felt caged by the steel strength around her. Claimed. Trapped in a way that should have panicked her, but didn’t. Much. He must have sensed her brief flair of uncertainty. His voice dropped to a rough cured leather. “You want me, Paige. You want to feel me take you.” His hand slid beneath her, finding the still sensitive nub he’d worked over so thoroughly only moments before. Twinges of her orgasm returned. She wanted this. “Do you know how beautiful you look, Paige? Spread before me. Offering yourself to me. I love you, babe, and I want you so much.”
His head lowered and his teeth bit softly against the mate mark. She knew he’d do it again tonight. Sink his fangs deep as his cock buried itself inside her ass. She shivered; remembering the pleasure that had pulsed through her that time. She could only imagine how much more intense, primitive, it would be now. He would be taking her in the most basic form. True dominance.
“Oh, God, Quinn. Please take me.” She lowered her head to her arms, the movement thrusting her ass into his groin. His cock jerked. He stayed above her for a moment more, his breathing ragged. He withdrew his fingers from between her legs. Behind her, she felt him take his cock with his hand. He rubbed it up and down her slit, wetting it and driving her crazy. Then his warmth lifted away. She gave a stifled moan. She wanted, needed him, so badly. She was horny as hell and only her bear shifter could relieve her pain.
“Ssssh, baby. I’m going to take care of you.”
She felt movement and then the touch of the lubricant against her puckered hole. He’d warmed it between his fingers so she didn’t flinch.
“So beautiful, Paige baby. I can’t wait to take you. Claim you all over again.”
He eased his thumb inside, thrusting in and out slowly but insistently. She left herself relax. This was her mate. He would never hurt her. She gasped when he applied more lube and sank a finger inside her. He didn’t pause, didn’t work it into her gently. Just took her. She shivered from his touch and the knowledge that he would take her the same way with his cock.
Another finger. More thrusting.
“You’re doing so good, Paige. So good.” She moaned, part in pain, part in pleasure, when he placed three fingers inside her. His other hand steadied her low on her back. His continued to saw in and out then his fingers spread, making her back passage burn. The hand on her back hardened when she went to move away.
“No. Stay still.” Again the dark rough order had her pussy melting. He stretched her again and again, holding her down for his possession. Once she relaxed, he withdrew.
He must have already readied his cock because the next thing she knew the swollen head was pressing against her hole, opening her to him. As she predicted, he pressed forward with no hesitation. He’d already taken his time preparing her. Now he possessed her.
His cock slid deeper. “Take it, Paige,” he growled, his bear at the surface. The animal made the man rough as he plunged inside. The sensations were off the chart. Burning, stinging, then a sweet ache of pleasure she never could have imagined. She whimpered. Wanting more.
He must have understood because he thrust forward, burying himself completely inside her. His balls brushed against the spread lips of her pussy. “Oh, baby,” he whispered in her ear. “You took me, baby. I’m in your ass. Do you like that, Paige? Do you like having my cock up your ass?”
The words were crude but ratcheted her desire up another notch. The act was crude but the emotions flowing between them were anything but. This was a claiming, just like the other two times. When he’d taken her mouth for the first time then her pussy. Both times, he had put his mark on his woman and she loved it. Just like now.
They both needed this. Quinn needed to dominate her and she needed to submit. Just like a shifter’s need to sexually dominate overrode every other instinct they had, the mate of a shifter experienced the same instinct to submit, to provide them both with the pleasure they craved.
Quinn watched as he took Paige, grunting, shivers racing up and down his spine as his cock disappeared inside her, again and again. He’d never felt so full. Never been so hard. He moved his hand from the middle of her back, sliding it forward to curl around her shoulder as he bowed over her. Holding her still, he thrust deeper and deeper, harder and faster. He took her. He possessed her. He mated her. Finding the mate mark on her neck, he sank his teeth into her flesh, biting down as he pumped inside her. Her blood flooded over his tongue as his seed marked her again. He found her clit and rubbed. He needed her with him.
“Quinn!”
He smiled as he eased his teeth from her flesh, licking the wound so it would heal. He tried not to ride her too hard as he continued to thrust inside her. Her soft mewls of pleasure and pain were tearing at him, urging him to fuck her so hard and deep that they would never forget.
With his cock in her ass and his fingers on her slit, he ordered, “One more time, Paige. Come for me one for time.” He wanted her experience to be as pleasurable as possible. He gathered her close to his chest, wrapping one arm around her. As he continued to fuck her ass, he slipped three fingers inside her pussy and pressed the heel of his hand against her clit.
Her f
ingers dug into the forearm across her breasts, her small nails making crescent shaped wounds in his forearm. “Again.” His put the power of his bear, his dominance, into the word.
She screamed.
Paige felt the pleasure rip through her as Quinn continued to stroke in and out, making sure she was right there with him. She’d been hesitant to complete this part of their bond, to submit herself to his possession, to give herself over to the darkness of pleasure. As she felt the love and desire pulsating off her mate, she wondered why she had ever hesitated.
Quinn’s cock was still pulsating in Paige’s ass when he eased them both to their sides. He gathered her in his arms and held her like he’d never let her go. And he wouldn’t. He pushed back the hair from the side of her face and kissed her temple. “Did you like that, baby?”
“Mmm,” was her only response and Quinn grinned against her skin. Well, not her only response. She clenched the muscles of her ass dragging forth an involuntary groan from his bear. His arm was still beneath her breasts holding her securely in his arms. With his other hand, he tugged at her nipples, teasing her in retaliation.
“Stop. No more.” She placed her hand over his, pressing his hand flat against her breast.
He knew he’d have to move soon. They both needed a shower before they slept but he didn’t want to break the bubble of contentment that surrounded them. Instead, he let his eyes close and listened to the sound of his mate falling asleep in his arms.
Tomorrow would be soon enough to talk.
The next morning, Quinn stared at the woman sitting across the table from him. His heart sped up and his cock stood up. He wanted to pull her into his lap and grind her hips against the needy flesh. She’d bunched her hair on top of her head, revealing the slender line of her neck. She had on her work clothes. A pair of linen trousers topped with a pale pink blouse. The blouse hid her mate mark and the fresh impression of his bite. To be so conservative in her dress, she was a wildcat in bed. Not that he wanted her flaunting her body when she went out, but he wouldn’t mind a damn bit if her mate mark was visible.