Lifting her into his arms, they made their way to the dining room. He settled her, and sat down. The breakfast served was enough to feed a small army.
“I eat a lot, Hellcat, but isn’t this a bit much?” he gave her a questioning look.
“Give it a minute,” she smiled.
The entire staff joined them, all five. The breakfast was filled with chatter, schedules, things to be done, gossip, laughter, and a few questions. Houston watched, fascinated. He’d known people with help before, none ever allowing them at the table for breakfast, lunch, or dinner. His Hellcat joined in the conversation, asking after their families by name, knowing their problems, answering questions, proving her commitment to anyone she deemed part of her pack.
Knowing how much they meant to her, he kept thinking, why would one want to harm her?
Chapter Twenty Four
Katie was well aware of Houston’s fascination with the way she treated her people. She also knew he’d stayed up all night going over invoices, the bank account, and spreadsheets.
Yet all she could wonder was why he hadn’t joined her in bed. Glancing at her legs, she wondered if that was why. Was he afraid of hurting her? Or did she need to invite him? Did her legs repulse him?
I have to stop whining and just ask.
Breakfast completed, she grabbed her cane, and shuffled into the entertainment room. Specifically decorated for the best acoustics, sporting a high definition projector, and comfortable leather recliners, it was one of the best rooms in the house. Everyone made use of the theatre-like feel, the BluRay collection huge and diverse, and she asked Heather to pull out the Transformer movies. Snacks and drinks were set next to her preferred recliner, and she pushed it back, feet elevated. Her legs were throbbing, and it was time to get them up.
“You okay?” Houston sat in the next recliner, flipping out the foot rest and releasing an “ahhh” as he settled into the chair. “Man, these are pure heaven.”
She giggled, “I know, right? I’ve been in love with them since they were installed three years ago. This used to be my father’s office. His ego demanded the biggest room in the house.”
Why did I tell him that? Shaking it off, she handed him a bottled water, and a pair of 3-D glasses.
“Hot dog, 3-D? Love this movie in 3-D,” he grinned, staring at the screen as the opening credits started.
Katie felt a strange contentment, sitting next to Houston, throwing popcorn at the screen, making noises at the bad guys, laughing, and talking during the movies. For six hours, with only a few bathroom breaks, they forgot the world existed.
As the ending credits for the third movie started, Katie pushed her butt against the recliner, sitting up. “That was fun. But I need to walk around a little.” She tried to push the footrest into place, stubbornly refusing to believe she needed help. Although it’d been the case the last three times she’d needed to get up.
Houston shook his head, flipped his footrest into place and easily did the same for her. He offered his arm, but retracted it. He took two steps back, and did the bodyguard stance.
She managed one circuit from the entertainment room, into the foyer, through the formal living room, into the library and almost made it to the dining room. She stumbled, legs begging for relief. Houston swooped in and picked her up. Dinner went the same as breakfast, everyone talking, going over the events of the day, creating the next day’s schedule, the relay of more gossip, news, and plans. Katie loved mealtimes for those very reasons.
Dinner done, Houston’s strong arms slipped around her, lifting easily. She buried her nose in his neck.
“Sleep with me tonight, Houston. Don’t do whatever you were doing last night, just … sleep with me.” She could hear the insecurity in her tones, and winced.
He walked up the many steps to the second floor, his breathing steady until she spoke. She heard the hitch, felt his heartbeat jump through her breasts against his chest.
“I need you next to me,” she admitted, so low she wasn’t sure he heard her.
He stopped on the second floor landing, pulling his head back to stare into her eyes. “As you wish, Hellcat, for as long as you wish.”
She kissed him. She’d meant it as a thank you, but something broke a dam within, and she gave herself over to the sensations rocking her body at the contact. His arms tightened, and he turned to her bedroom, walking fast. Heat spread through her body, breathing labored, heart jumping into a fast beat.
He set her down, waiting until she had balance, and with swift, gentle movements, had her shirt and bra off, tossing them on the floor. She held his shoulders, as he used one finger to circle her nipple, the tip stiffening to a hard point. He cupped her breast, gently lifting, rubbing a thumb back and forth across the sensitive peak.
“The way you react to me, it’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen,” he whispered.
She pushed into his hand, letting him know what she wanted. Actions, not words.
He released her breast, and kneeled, pulling down the loose yoga shorts and thong, kissing and licking the thin skin between her thigh and core. She wanted him to go three inches to the left, but he resisted. Digging her nails into his shoulders, she growled.
“Oh no, not this time. Both of us are going to fly high tonight.”
She almost melted.
He lifted her to the bed, pushing against her chest until she lay back, watching. Grabbing the bottom of his t-shirt, he tore it off, throwing it onto the growing pile of clothes. His gaze never left her, as he ran one hand slowly down the well-defined pecs, tensing the six pack abs, veins popping near the V of his hips, making her mouth water.
She sat up, unable to resist. Slipping her legs off the mattress, she pushed his hands off, grabbing his hips and doing something she’d thought about for weeks. She bit him hard on the hip, enough to mark but not draw blood. He shoved one hand into her hair, getting a handful and holding it tight.
She looked up, letting him see the intensity she felt. “You’re mine, Houston. And I’m going to mark you so if any other female sees it, she’ll know.” She didn’t recognize her own voice, deep and throaty, certain of her rights.
He smiled and released her hair, “About fucking time.”
She licked the bruise forming around her bite mark, nibbling and kissing across his lower abdomen, digging her nails into his ass through the jeans, smelling his arousal. Part of her wanted to scramble and release his raging erection and taste, but that primitive part, the one she hid, was in control. He was hers. Hers to protect, hers to love, hers to mark, hers to give everything she could possibly offer. Just as she was his.
Scraping her teeth against his other hip, she felt the muscles flex, preparing for her bite. She didn’t dare disappoint. Licking the skin, she sank her teeth, hands going to the small of his back and scraping.
Looking up, she saw his head drop back, mouth open, every muscle in his chest going tight. A low growl flowed out of his chest.
“Don’t stop,” he ordered.
Kissing the mark, she pushed against one hip while pulling the other. Reaching around his waist, she kissed the small of his back, licking the dimples, enjoying the taste of salt and man. Popping the jean’s snap, she unzipped slow and careful, kissing and sucking the skin above his ass. The jeans dropped a little, showing just the top curve of the muscle, nosed the very top of the slit between the twin globes, raking her nails on his abs. He jerked and she bit hard, releasing the muscle and skin, to lick and kiss it. She blew on the spot, smiling at the goosebumps and the deep red mark of her bite.
She repeated the process, leaving marks of nails and teeth. He shuddered, moans growing louder, muscles wound tight. She ripped his jeans to his ankles, and he shucked them off, turning around.
Her eyes widened, seeing the massive erection. She’d almost forgotten how powerful, and beautiful, it was. It bounced lightly with his heartbeat, a massive vein protruding on the underside, pre-cum making the head shiny. It smelled of salt
and sex, making her muscles clench in anticipation. A ring of bites encircled his waist, the mixture of his arousal and her marks almost sent her over the edge.
She licked the tip, running it along her cheek, feeling the trail of his arousal, leaving a mark of his own.
“I’m taking over, Hellcat,” his voice went deep, bringing her closer to the ending they craved.
He put an arm under her knees, spinning her on the silk sheets, and a hand pushing her into the pillows. She scooted to the middle of the bed, his gaze, running over her body, hot and leaving scorch marks.
He crawled onto the bed, graceful, powerful, and dominant. She wanted his dominance.
He moved over her, heavy thighs capturing hers, hands next to her shoulders. “You’re mine. Do you understand?”
She nodded.
One leg slid between hers, rubbing against her core, and she moaned. It wasn’t enough. Opening her thighs, she grabbed her knees, and shamelessly opened herself to him. He nibbled her neck, licking and sucking, raking his teeth against her heated skin.
“Please, Houston,” she whispered.
His mouth found the thick muscle between her neck and shoulder, and bit hard. She screamed, followed by a low moan as her body clenched, the small orgasm not nearly enough. He released the muscle, blowing on it, and nuzzling his way to her chest. Without warning, he put his mouth over one nipple, at the same time a hand grabbed her breast, plumping it. Ruthlessly, he ran his tongue over the peak, teeth gently gripping the plump flesh.
She squirmed under the sensations, almost too much, but not quite enough. Releasing her thighs, she buried her hands in his soft curls, pulling him closer.
He stopped and nuzzled the area between her breasts, a hand dipping between her thighs, pushing two fingers into her throbbing pussy, creating a groan deep in her chest, muscles clenching around the welcome intrusion. As they slowly slid in and out of her slick core, he licked and sucked the other nipple, gently.
“Houston, now, please! Now!” she begged, unable to stop, her legs widening, lifting her chest from the mattress, and yanking on his hair. “Fuck me!”
He lifted his gaze, the blue eyes sparking with heat and need. “I will when I’m damn good and ready.”
Chapter Twenty Five
Despite his words, Houston was holding on to his sanity by a very thin thread. He was desperate to slam into her welcome body, to possess her, mark her in the only way he could. But something also said he had to be the one in charge, instincts ringing against need. She’d left her mark, and he had to do the same to her psyche.
He kept her on the razor’s edge, walking the fine line between need and release. Bringing her close, but never allowing her to reach the peak they sought.
He sensed when it was almost too much, when her body would start shutting down instead, and with hands on either side of her head, he pushed his hips between her thighs, letting the head of his cock slide between the swollen, saturated lips of her clenching pussy. He found her opening, lowered his upper body onto his elbows, and pushed until the head of his throbbing cock was inside the silky channel.
“You belong only to me.” He gave a hard thrust, pushing as far as he could. He stopped, letting his head drop, resting against her neck. Her body clenched around him, and he gritted his teeth, pulling back until only the head remained inside. “Repeat it back to me,” he growled.
Her hips moved side to side, trying to push further onto him, “I’m yours, only yours. Please, Houston.”
He accommodated her, sliding a little further in. “I’m yours, Hellcat. Repeat it.”
Her hips thrust upwards, and he moved not allowing her to have what she wanted.
“Repeat it!”
“You’re mine, only mine.”
He pushed in as far as he could, feeling her womb tap the head of his cock. He let the ancient rhythm take over, slamming hard, gripping her shoulders to hold her in place. The sounds of skin against skin, her begging, the smell of their mingled arousal, slamming into her as hard as he could, and their climax became imminent.
His balls tightened, the muscles at the small of his tensed almost to the point of pain, and the orgasm exploded as his seed bathed the entrance to her womb. As it tapped its own ecstasy against the head of his cock, he yelled.
He lost all control, the muscles in his back pulling his spine, hips flexing, cumming so hard he was sure consciousness was no longer an option.
*
His body limp atop hers, he slowly realized he was probably not helping her breathe. He rose onto his elbows, seeing the throbbing in her neck was fast, her breathing labored, but every muscle in her body lax.
He nuzzled her collarbone, gently thrusting, enjoying the mingled wetness, the feel of her. It had been mind blowing, although his back was starting to burn from her nail marks, and he wasn’t going to think about how much it would hurt from the bites she’d marked him with.
One of her hands started to idly draw light circles on his shoulder, “Houston?”
“Mmm-hmmm.”
“What does this mean?”
“That we are kind of twisted and kinky, and it was the best sex of my life.”
She chuckled. “I’ll go with that.”
He separated their bodies, hating the instant feeling of being incomplete when he did. He stood on shaky legs, stumbled into the bathroom. Grabbing two washcloths, cleaning himself off, though he wanted to keep it, liking their mingled scent. He ran the other washcloth under hot water, and went to wash her off.
He stood next to the bed, hesitating. Her legs were still open, knees bent, and he could see his mark on her thighs, his seed dripping slowly. He might not be right in the head, but he wanted it to stay there, to let everyone know she was his. Shrugging off the notion, he gently cleaned her off, noticing her groggy look. He took the cloth into the bathroom, setting it on the tub to be picked up later, and joined her in bed.
She was on her side, breathing regular, deep and slow. He spooned, arm around her waist, the other under the pillow.
She was his, and had said so. But something niggled his memory.
Had he yelled “I love you”? Damn, he hoped not.
Chapter Twenty Six
The delicious soreness brought Katie to consciousness in slow degrees. She felt every mark, enjoying the throbbing from Houston’s lack of control. She stretched, feeling massive arms holding her in place, a hot body at her back. A girl couldn’t wake up better than this, the thought floated through her mind.
The arm around her waist tightened, pulling her closer to the hulking male behind her, and she grinned at the morning wood poking her ass cheeks. She might just have to take advantage.
Wiggling forward, and rolling over, she stopped. In sleep, he looked innocent, sweet. Taking the time to look over every inch of the nude man in her bed, she noticed faded scars running across his chest, the thick ropy scar running from under his arm and to his back, and the marks she’d left. With slow movements, she took the sheet and pushed it off. The whisper of a moan floated through the room, and she was startled to realize it was her reaction to his body. Well defined, but not hulking, muscles. Lightly tanned skin, tight over the muscles, with imperfections she found charming. A heavy skeleton, and while he had a light dusting of hair on his thighs, he wasn’t overly hairy. She liked the fact he manscaped. Pulling pubic hair out of her teeth after a great blow job kind of ruined the moment.
She ran a finger over his scars, counting twenty two, some ragged, others precise, but not surgical. Her Houston was a fighter, and had the badges of honor. She liked the warrior side. A vague memory of his reaction to her being assaulted in the office came forward, and she reveled in it. He might be civilized, but he was also a barbarian when necessary.
“Do you need to know where I earned the scars?” his voice, already a nice baritone, was rough from sleep.
“No.” She slid a hand across his hip. “I have other things in mind.”
“I like how you think,” he re
ached for her. “Sore this morning?”
Nodding, “Yes, but don’t think that’s going to stop us.” She gripped him, squeezing before sliding her hand up and down the silky skin tight over the steel rod underneath. “Roll on your back.”
He obeyed.
She rubbed her palm across the glistening tip, watching as his head kicked back, sweat beading on his forehead. He was beautiful in his passion. Scooting lower on the bed, she maneuvered between his thighs, nipping his inner thighs lightly, getting her shoulders under his knees.
He raised onto his elbows, eyes almost glowing as he watched her every move. Holding the eye contact, she lowered to the mattress, and took his balls into her mouth, using her tongue against the sensitive skin, raking her teeth lightly, sucking gently.
“God, Hellcat, that’s …” he gasped when she sucked hard while rolling one ball against her tongue.
Letting go, she raised one hand, pushing against his g-spot, licking the underside of his throbbing erection. Raising on her elbows, keeping his knees on her shoulders, she grinned. Gripping him and squeezing at the base with the other hand, she wrapped her tongue around the head, rolling it, licking, nibbling. His entire body tensed, the six pack abs in stark relief, his eyes wide, she sucked his cock into her mouth, raking her teeth on the downward stroke, until her mouth met her hand. Pushing and moving her hand in a circular motion in the area behind his sack, and sucking hard, she hummed “America the Beautiful” against the head. He groaned a mix of pain and pleasure, eyes rolling back, and he shoved a hand into her hair, grabbing a handful and twisting.
“Don’t stop,” he panted.
Not that she had plans to.
Easing back, she teased a little more, moving up and down, lightly stroking. She felt the head swell, and his hips thrust against her mouth. She loved the play of his muscles, enjoyed the feeling of power from taking him to the point of no control.
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