Vince's Place

by Sandra R Neeley

  “Do you understand? You will be mine. I’m yours already. I cannot let you go after this, hell, I can’t let you go now. This isn’t just sex to me, Natalie.”

  “What is it?” she asked.

  “I’m claiming my Mate. I’m marking my woman and no one, not a single living creature will ever take you from me. Do you understand that?”

  Natalie nodded, the slow thrusting of his hips having almost a hypnotic effect on her.

  “I need you to tell me, Natalie. I need you to say it,” Vince insisted, needing to be sure she understood.

  Natalie just looked at Vince, her arousal so powerful she was panting.

  “I need you to tell me you understand I’m claiming you for my own. I need you to tell me you want that, too,” Vince clarified.

  Natalie nodded. “I want you, too. I want to belong to you, and I want you to belong to me.”

  Vince pulled back his hips and lined himself up. He pressed forward, feeling the slight resistance of her channel against him.

  He pulled back his hips and surged forward again, taking what was his one slow inch at a time. She wasn’t a virgin, but it had been so long that stretching her to accommodate him took patience. He was not a small man by any means, and the only thing stopping him from slamming into her was the fact that he didn’t want to hurt her. He didn’t want to tear her skin and cause her to fear having him inside her.

  Vince slipped his hands beneath her ass and lifted her a little higher against the wall. “Release your ankles.”

  Natalie did and he adjusted the angle of her body and pushed further into her. She whimpered and clutched at his shoulders.

  “Feel good?” he asked, pulling his hips back and working his way in even further.

  “Yes!” she hissed.

  Finally, he felt the deepest part of her rubbing against the head of his cock. Her body was quivering, her channel opening and closing on him as he took up a steady rhythm. Gradually the rhythm picked up speed, and before long he was pounding into her, his hips making a slapping sound each time they impacted the backs of her thighs.

  Natalie clutched at Vince, her body reacting to him in ways she never thought possible. She whimpered again and tilted her head back against the tiles behind her. He was an absolute beast now, fucking her senseless — literally. Everything she’d ever dreamed of, every book she’d ever read, every naughty movie she’d ever seen — Vince put them all to shame. He touched her in ways, made her feel things, most people couldn’t even imagine.

  At her whimper, Vince backed off his thrusts a bit. “Am I hurting you?” he whispered.

  “Yes! And it’s so good! Don’t stop!”

  Vince’s face was in the crook of her neck, kissing, tasting, when she’d admitted he was keeping her right on that precipice of pleasure/pain and she loved it. He grinned and picked up the pace, harder, deeper, faster.

  She started a keening sound in the back of her throat.

  His Lion answered with a steady rumble.

  And together they rose to that pinnacle they both craved. Their hips pumped furiously against one another, her pussy clenched and unclenched around his cock, and his cock stretched her and battered at the deepest parts of her body, the parts no other male had ever been able to reach. She finally tipped over into the best orgasm of her life, one so intense she wasn’t even aware that he’d been using his nose to smooth her hair away from her neck.

  Natalie’s panting and keening turned into a scream, and Vince threw back his own head and roared. Their hands struggled to maintain their grip on each other, and the last thing she saw before she closed her eyes and screamed her pleasure shamelessly was Vince’s eyes flash to gold, and his face more angular than it should be. His mouth opened to reveal huge fang-shaped incisors as he snarled, and his head dropped forward as he yanked her head to the side and buried his teeth in the soft flesh between her shoulder and her neck. The bite was intense, and painful, but her body seized on his bite and shuddered helplessly as she tumbled into another orgasm, milking him as he filled his Mate with his essence.

  Both their chests heaved as he very gently withdrew his teeth from her flesh and soothed the wound with his tongue.

  The water around them was still hot and steamy thanks to the hotel’s automatic water heaters. Vince stood there, his Mate in his arms, his cock still buried deep inside her, already hard again and ready for another round, convincing his Lion that they needed to give her a chance to recover before they started again.

  Gradually Natalie began to move, lifting her head from his chest where her forehead rested against him.

  “You alright, love?” he asked, his voice gruff.

  Natalie nodded, then lifted her arms to hold tighter to Vince. He felt her rubbing her fingertips with her thumbs. “I’m getting pruny,” she said, and he could hear the smile in her voice.

  “Can’t have that, now,” he said, teasingly. “Hold tight,” he said, tapping her on the ass.

  He waited for her to adjust her hold and hook her ankles behind him again, then turned around and reached for the faucets, shutting the water off. He opened the glass door and stepped out on the bath mat before reaching for a towel to cover her with.

  Natalie licked his neck and nibbled on his skin there, while he walked them from the bathroom to the bedroom. “Do I get to bite you, too?” she asked hesitantly.

  “Yes. I want your mark on me, anywhere you want it. I’ll wear it with pride.”

  “But I’m not a shifter,” she said, not familiar at all with the shifter community and why they did the things they did.

  “But you are a shifter’s Mate. And your shifter wants your mark on him. As long as you don’t mind,” Vince added.

  Natalie grinned into his neck. They were almost to the bed and she could feel his muscle tension changing as he prepared to put her down on the bed. She licked him again, suckling his skin in the same place on his body, between his neck and shoulder, that he’d marked her. She let it slide with a pop from her lips. “I don’t have fangs, though.”

  “Just bite until you taste blood. Then bite a little more. It’ll scar.”

  “It’ll hurt,” she said.

  “It’ll be worth it,” Vince assured her, his legs bumping the bed as he prepared to set her down.

  Only she had other plans. Natalie tested his flesh gently with her teeth, causing him to moan softly and hug her to him. Then she bit down as hard as she could and kept biting until she tasted his coppery blood on her tongue.

  Vince was caught off guard. He figured she’d wait until they were making love again, then mark him as he had her. But he’d been wrong. She decided she wanted him marked and wasted no time. He howled out his surprise and squeezed her to him as she marked him, claiming him for all eternity, leaving her mark for all to see. Lion preened and pranced in his mind with complete satisfaction that their Mate, their true Mate, their One, had claimed them. After what was no more than a minute or two, Natalie withdrew her teeth and licked over the wound with her tongue as Vince had done to her.

  She leaned back to look at his mark and grimaced. “It’s kinda purple,” she admitted.

  “It’ll be fine,” he responded. “It’s because of your blunt teeth.”

  “Is mine purple?” she asked, squirming to try to see her mark.

  “No, it’s more white around the edges where my teeth punctured your skin.”

  “Will it leave the mark we want it to?” she asked.

  “Oh, yeah. It definitely will. So will the mark you put on me.”

  He smiled at her and pressed his lips to her, kissing her lovingly.

  “Thank you,” Natalie whispered.

  “For what?”

  “For coming to find me. I really needed you.”

  “I’m glad I was here for you when you had such a bad day.”

  She nodded. “It was a horrible day, before you got here anyway. But I needed you for more than that. I just needed you. I didn’t even know it. But I needed you. It was always y
ou I was searching for.”

  “I needed you, too, Natalie. So fucking much.” Vince kissed her again, then slowly lifted her off him and set her on the bed.

  “I need some food,” he announced. “And something to drink.”

  “We just ate!”

  “That was a couple hours ago. Besides, I think there’s another pudding left in here. You want some?” he asked, waggling his eyebrows at her.

  “Ooooo, yes! Pudding! I want pudding!”

  Vince laughed, walking naked and still hard, out of the bedroom to get something to eat and bring her back some pudding. “I’m thinking that as long as I keep pudding or custard or some such thing around, I can practically do no wrong.”

  Natalie ran past him, naked herself, and beat him to the kitchen. She snatched open the mini fridge and found the vanilla custard filled ramekin and snatched it out, grabbing a spoon off the table and sinking it into the soft, sweet, creamy treat.

  “It’s not going to last long, I need more,” she said around a mouthful, taking a seat on the nearest chair at the dining table.

  Vince removed a covered dish from the fridge and placed it on the table. He dropped to his knees in front of her and quickly lifted her legs and swooped them up onto his shoulders. He leaned forward and licked the cold custard off her spoon. Then he suckled her nipple into his mouth and allowed the cold custard to surround it. He waited until his mouth and her flesh warmed, then he sucked her clean and lifted his face to kiss her lips again. “I need more, too,” he whispered to her.

  Natalie put her custard on the table beside her and took his face in her hands. “Take more. I’m yours, take all you want.”

  Vince rumbled again as he kissed his way down her body. He pressed her legs back against her chest and looked down at her most secret place. “Mine,” he snarled. He breathed out a warm breath across her flesh, causing her smoothly shaved skin to pebble with tiny goosebumps. Vince leaned forward and placed a kiss right over her slit. Then he opened his mouth and teased her with his tongue.

  Natalie’s breath caught and she looked down at him.

  “Whose?” his Lion growled out, his eyes flicking down to her pussy, then back up to her eyes, waiting for her to confirm what he already knew.

  “Yours,” she assured him. “Give me more,” she demanded, pressing his head down to encourage him to give her what she wanted.

  Vince opened his mouth and engulfed her most sensitive skin, his tongue swiping, his teeth nibbling, his lips suckling, and then finally, his hands holding her open so that he could tease her clit.

  “Oh, yes!” she cried. She looked down and met his eyes as he proved to her just who she belonged to.

  She caressed his head with one hand as she held on to the table with the other. “Yours,” she promised again.

  Lion lapped her clit again with his rough tongue, and her eyes rolled back in her head as she gave up any attempt to speak and just enjoyed what he was giving her. His loud, rumbly purr only added to every sensation. By the time he was done, she was completely mindless. She didn’t even know Vince lifted her and carried her to their bed a short while later, climbing in with her and curling his body around hers to finally fall asleep. All she knew was that she was loved, she was completely satisfied, and she was exactly where she belonged. The fates had finally given her her due.

  Chapter 16

  Jobe snuggled down into the soft, overstuffed couch and pulled the comforter they’d given him tighter around himself. He was warm, his belly was full, he was clean and wearing clean clothes, and he was watching television as he drifted off to sleep, knowing he’d be safe here until morning. He was safe to fall asleep and not have to try to keep watch to be sure he wouldn’t be jumped in his sleep. He didn’t know how he’d done it, or what he’d done to deserve it, but he’d been lucky enough to be found by some very nice people, and they’d taken him in.

  His eyes drifted to the Christmas tree across the room. It was a Scotch Pine. The same kind his mom and dad used to have when he was little. It was decorated with all kinds of ornaments, a mix-match of colors and shapes of store bought and handmade ornaments adorning it. Its multi-colored lights shining brightly tucked in among its dark green branches. He loved this tree. It said family. Jobe closed his eyes and smiled to himself as he fell into a deep sleep — the first deep sleep he’d slept in a long time.

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  Slowly Natalie opened her eyes, the sun shining through the glass doors of their suite having awakened her. She smiled a satisfied smile, closed her eyes and snuggled leisurely into Vince’s arms.

  Still asleep, he instinctively pulled her closer and held her tightly to him as he burrowed his face into her hair and pressed his nose to her neck just below her ear.

  Then her eyes flew open, her heart leapt into her throat and she shoved Vince away, jumping to her feet. “Oh my god!” she shouted, running around the room looking for her scrubs to throw on.

  “What?” Vince asked, jumping from the bed, going immediately on alert. “What’s wrong?” he demanded, rushing to stand beside her and push her behind his body.

  “I’m late! Oh my god, I’m so late! I’ve never been late before! I have to go; where are my scrubs?!” she asked irritated, her voice pitched high.

  “I threw them away, hon. They were covered in blood,” Vince answered.

  Natalie stopped searching the room and turned to look at him. “Then what am I supposed to wear to work?” she asked.

  “Hold on,” he said, his mind finally clearing enough to remember that he’d ordered her some clothes. He left the bedroom and went straight to the front door of the suite. He pulled the door open and sure enough, hanging there was a plastic shopping bag from the boutique the desk clerk from last night had recommended. “Here you go,” he said, turning and holding it out to Natalie.

  “What’s that?” she asked, moving forward to take it from him.

  “I ordered a few things for you from the boutique the clerk recommended last night. I didn’t know how long we’d be here, and your scrubs were ruined. It’s just a couple of things, but it’s better than nothing,” he said as she opened the bag.

  Natalie grinned as she started removing items from the bag. “Perfect!” she said as she started to get dressed. She pulled the tags off a pair of silky panties and slipped them on, then chose one of the two bras he’d ordered and put it on, too. She slipped on a pair of black leggings and pulled on a black and purple bold striped sweater. It was long and reached to mid thigh on her. “This is perfect. Thank you so much.”

  She looked into the bag and found several other pairs of panties, two pairs of jeans, a blouse and another sweater — this one a henley, her personal favorite style of sweater, two beautiful silk nightgowns and a pair of fluffy socks. “How long did you plan on us being here?” she asked, hurrying to the bathroom to open one of the complimentary toothbrushes to brush her teeth.

  “As long as it took,” he answered from the bedroom where he was slipping his jeans on.

  “For what?” she asked.

  “To convince you that I could make you happy and that you needed me,” he answered.

  He slipped on his shirt and pulled his boots on. Natalie still hadn’t answered him. He turned to leave the bedroom and found her standing in the doorway, her face freshly washed, a slight smile on her lips.

  “What?” he asked.

  Natalie walked over to him and reached up, taking his face in her hands. “Do you still mean everything you said last night?” she asked.

  “I do. Only now it’s even stronger.”

  Her eyebrows rose. “It’s stronger?” she asked.

  “That’s how it works with Mates. We just grow closer and closer, more and more addicted to one another,” he answered, lifting a hand to move a strand of her hair behind her ear.

  “That’s good to know,” she said, kissing the corner of his mouth.

  “Why is that?” he asked teasingly.

  “Because I was trying to
figure out why I felt like crying because I had to leave you to go to work,” she answered.

  “Mates don’t like being separated,” he explained, pulling her closer to his body to hug her and kiss her.

  “Well, that would explain it.”

  Vince held her to him tightly and pushed his fingers into her hair at the base of her skull. He tilted her head back and covered her lips with his while he held her just where he wanted her.

  Natalie melted into his arms until she suddenly realized why she was jumping up looking for clothing. “Wait! I’m still late!” she announced. “I have to go!” she exclaimed, shoving her purse on her shoulder.

  “I’ll drive you,” Vince said, snatching his keys and his wallet off the coffee table in the living room before following her out of the door and pulling it closed behind them.

  They rushed through the lobby, stopping only because Vince insisted she grab something to take with her to eat quickly on the ride to work. He made them both coffees, calling out to her across the complimentary continental breakfast set up to ask how she wanted her coffee. Minutes later they were in his truck, blueberry bagels and hot coffees to go, the heater blasting and Vince pulling out of the parking lot to drive them to Touro Infirmary.

  He pulled right up to the employees’ entrance and jumped out of the truck, leaving it running as he ran to help her out of the vehicle. By the time he got there, she’d already opened the door and was climbing down. He caught her and helped her the rest of the way from his truck.

  Vince pulled Natalie into his arms for another kiss. He cupped her cheek in his hand. “I’ll see you after work?”

  “You’re not going home?” she asked.

  “You’re here. I have competent people at home taking care of the bar. My sister would call me if she was in labor and needed me. It’s been years since I took any time for me. And I don’t want to be away from you. I’m going to hang around until you’re ready to go back to the North Shore with me.”

  Natalie smiled, her heart in her eyes. “I can’t believe how much our lives have changed in just a few short hours.”