by Snow, Jenika
“I’m so over the edge for you.”
“Oli,” she moaned against my mouth. “I want this. I want you.”
I pulled back and she looked into my eyes.
“You want this, then tell me.”
She was silent for a second and I felt my primal side rise, wanting her to submit to me.
“Take me. Claim me, mate.”
I leaned in close so our lips were a hairsbreadth away. “I’m going to make you smell like me, fill you with my cum so it slips from that tight little pussy.” I ran my tongue along her lips. “Everyone will know you’re mine.”
She moaned and rubbed her tits against my chest. “What else?”
I could have roared out over the fact she wanted to know more. “I’m going to leave my teeth marks on your body, have you so fucking sore after I fuck you thoroughly.”
“Yes,” she breathed out, and I swallowed the sound as I kissed her again, not able to get enough.
I gripped the cheeks of her ass, instantly impatient that she was still dressed. Using a claw, I gently, precisely, dragged it down the outside of her pants, tearing the material away, the sound of rending fabric filling my head.
She gasped. “I liked those.” But her faux anger couldn’t mask that she fucking grew wetter over the act.
“I’ve waited for you my entire life,” I grumbled out. “I saved myself for you, only you.”
She gasped at my admission.
And then I tore her panties away, unable to control myself. I had my hands back on her ass once she was bared for me. The cheeks were full and round. All mine. I squeezed the mounds and pulled her harder against my cock. I could smell how wet her cunt was, knew if I slipped my fingers between her thighs, my hand would be soaked with her desire for me.
In one swift move, I got rid of her shirt, the bra next to go. I leaned back and stared down at her body, at her big, pert breasts, her nipples hard and pink. My mouth watered. I lifted her easily into my arms, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, her pussy so hot and wet, I swore I felt it through my jeans. And then I kissed her, sucking at her tongue, licking at the interior of her mouth.
I nearly came right in my jeans.
“God, Oli. Yes.”
That’s what I wanted to hear.
I’d make her scream out more than that really damn soon. “Room,” I groaned.
“Down the hall.”
I turned and started making my way toward where she pointed, found the room, and shut the door with my foot, keeping India in my arms.
“God, I feel like I’m burning alive,” she said against my mouth, and then used the heels of her feet on my lower back to pull me toward her.
I pressed my dick into the softness between her legs, needing my fucking pants gone. She gasped, and I groaned, feeling her heat, her wetness seeping through my jeans. “India, mate,” I groaned. “I’ve only ever gotten hard for you, mate. And if I don’t get my cock inside of you, I’m going to come before I even feel how tight you are.”
She panted against my lips. “I want you inside of me.”
Yes. This is what I’ve been waiting for.
My bear, that fucking selfish bastard, wanted India with a ferociousness that bordered on mania, on obsession. The position had her legs opened wide and the scent of her musky, sweet arousal filled my head, making me crazed and drunk with lust. Grinding myself against her, I grunted, knowing that pre-cum was starting to make the front of my jeans wet.
“Oli.” She whispered my name into the darkness. “Tell me what you want to do to me.”
Fuck, she actually went there, said those words.
“It might frighten you,” I murmured against her mouth.
“It won’t. It’ll turn me on.”
Christ.
“I am going to have my dick so deep inside of you, fuck you so hard, every time you sit down you’ll think only of me, mate.” I kissed and nipped along her jaw, feeling this surge of satisfaction when she tilted her neck to give me better access, submitting to me.
“God,” she said on a breathless gasp. “I’ve never felt this way.”
I ran my tongue along her throat, my canines already punched out to mark her.
I wanted to spill her blood and get my saliva into her bloodstream so she’d always smell like me, always know who she belonged to. I also wanted to fill her with my seed, make sure that when any shifter scented her, they’d know that she was mine.
I had her on the bed a moment later, needing to see her spread out for me.
“Can you feel how much my animal wants you, India?”
Her eyes were wide, her mouth slightly parted as she looked up at me. “Yes,” she gasped out.
“Do you see my animal right at the surface?” I asked in a harsh voice.
She licked her lips and nodded. “Yes,” she whispered. “I need you naked, Oli. I need you.”
In a matter of seconds, I’d torn off my clothes, tossing them aside and moving back so I was on top of her, pushing her legs apart with my body, settling between them. I groaned and pressed my cock against her again. “I want you so fucking bad, so much it hurts.” I was close to getting off from grinding against her. Her pussy was soaked, and my cock slid through her slicked slit, bumping her clit.
When she dug her nails into my biceps again, I pushed away all other thoughts except what was happening right now. I relished the sting she caused, the fact she broke skin because she was too far gone … just like me.
“Oli,” she moaned in mindless abandon.
“India. My mate.” I ran my tongue up her neck and stopped at her mouth. I moved my hands down to her waist, clenched my fingers tighter into the lush curves of her body, and swore under my breath.
Fuck, I loved everything about her, loved that she was submitting to me. Just. Fucking. Loved. Her.
The emotion was fierce and violent, something I wasn’t able to control even if I wanted to. Which I didn’t.
I’d fallen in love with her the moment I scented her, before I’d even seen her face. My mate.
I pushed back an inch, looked between our bodies, and even though it was dark, my vision was crystal clear.
“Spread your legs wider.” I barely got the words out, and even though she heard me, I could hear how broken up they were because I was so close to shifting.
India obeyed right away, the scent of her sweet, musky pussy slamming into me even harder. I felt my nails turn into claws. Not once, since finding her, had I been this close to shifting, not even when I’d first seen her … found her. My muscles were thickening, my bones aching as they were about to break and realign.
I felt myself start to shake, knew if I didn’t control myself I’d be my bear before too long.
“Oli,” she whispered and ran her hands up my arms.
“I’m good,” I said on a shaky, rough voice.
“I want you. All of you.”
I closed my eyes and groaned. Her saying that wasn’t helping my control. My animal was coming out, and I knew that once I had my cock in her, his presence would be even more pronounced, more brutal.
I went back to kissing her, and soon it became desperate, needy, and full of passion and heat. Right now I was just an animal needing to be with my mate, needing to claim her.
“I can’t breathe,” she said and leaned her head back. I stared at the slender line of her throat, my mouth watering, my teeth aching. She looked down the length of my chest, and lower still until she could obviously see my cock. I knew that once I was buried inside of her, I wouldn’t last.
When she reached down and touched my chest, ran the pads of her fingers lightly across my abdomen, I couldn’t stop the low sound that left me.
“I’ve never seen a man as big and strong as you,” she whispered, and then curled her hand around my waist, puling me closer. I braced my hands on either side of her head just as she rose up and ran her tongue along my bottom lip. My body was shaking, my muscles tense. She reached between us and touched my cock and I cl
osed my eyes and groaned.
“I’ve never been with a man,” she whispered and my canines ached, my cock jerked, and my heart raced.
I moved my hand to her hair, tugged at the strands, forcing myself to be gentle. Right now I was all animal, acting on instinct. “Good, because you’re mine.” I growled the words out. “I’m going to fuck you, make you scream and cream all over my cock.” I could have said it a little less harshly, could have tried to make her feel cherished and special, but at the moment I was primal.
She moaned and thrust out her breasts, and my mouth watered for a taste. Her pleasure bloomed, saturating the air. She was wet and smelled so fucking good. I pulled away to slide my hands down her legs and grab on to her ankles. They were delicate, fragile.
I pushed her legs farther apart, staring down at the sweet center that I’d soon be destroying. Her pussy spread open for me so obscenely it made my dick jerk. Pre-cum was a continuous presence on the tip of my dick, and the longer I stared at her sweet, red cunt, the more I felt like I was losing control.
I was going to make her scream in orgasm before I slid my cock into her body. I’d make her need my dick like she needed to breathe. I slid my fingers through her slit, moving her moisture around, my hand shaking with how far gone I was.
I did this for her as much as I did it for myself. I gathered her wetness, made sure my fingers were soaked in the fluid, and then brought them to my mouth. Lifting my gaze to her face, I brought the digits to my mouth and licked the cream from them, my focus never wavering from her.
Her throat worked as she swallowed, and I continued to suck the cream from my fingers, not wasting a drop. “You taste so fucking good, so sweet. So mine.”
Her eyes widened, and she parted her lips. I didn’t hold in the guttural noise that left me. I couldn’t have even if I’d tried. When every drop of her arousal was cleaned from my fingers, I leaned down and took her mouth again. I speared my tongue past her lips, forcing her to kiss me, to taste herself on me.
I kissed her again and again, thrusting my tongue in and out of her mouth, dominating her, making her submit. When I pulled away, she moaned in disappointment, the scent of her arousal and desperation for me strong in the air.
“Oh, God.” She closed her eyes and I moved my hand between her thighs, stroking her pussy.
I slid my middle finger into her body and placed my thumb on her clit, rubbing the small nub back and forth.
And then she grew bold and reached down to grab my cock, wrapping her fingers around the girth, stroking me. I gritted my teeth and breathed out shakily. I grabbed her wrist, moving her hand up and down my dick faster, showing her I wanted it harder.
She was just as inflamed as I was.
I fucked her with that finger, pushed it in and out of her, feeling her inner muscles clench around me. “You’re so tight, so wet for me.”
I kept working my finger in and out of her, moving my thumb back and forth over her clit, and licked at her neck, seemingly all at the same time. I wanted her to come before I pushed my cock deep inside of her.
“I’m so close,” she said in a pained gasp. “Kiss me,” she pleaded, and then I was kissing her hard, not about to deny her. She moved her hand right back between our bodies and I cursed internally. I wouldn’t last. She held on to my cock and started stroking me faster. I let out a hiss.
I broke the kiss and pulled back to watch as I finger-fucked her. Her pussy was still spread wide for me, her wetness glistening, her muskiness slamming into my head. She was ready for me, primed and so fucking soaked I’d slide right into her tight heat.
Make her ours.
I pulled my finger from her clenching body, moved lower until my face was between her thighs, and just inhaled. She smelled so fucking good. I brushed my thumbs against her folds, and then pulled them apart, spreading her pussy lips wide. She opened for me like a flower.
I only gave myself a moment to appreciate the view.
I latched onto her, closed my eyes, and grunted at the flavor of my mate on my tongue. She was sweet and musky, intoxicating, and I knew I’d never get enough.
I ate her out until she came against my mouth, until she was tugging at my hair, screaming out from the force of her pleasure. With her hands in my hair, she pulled at the strands, bringing me closer as she ground herself against my face.
Yes, I wanted my mouth soaked from her orgasm.
I couldn’t take it anymore. Gone was the resistance. She was my world now. I needed to be inside of her.
I placed the tip of my cock at the entrance of her pussy, hearing her gasp at the contact. The look on her face told me she was right there with me.
I didn’t say anything as I pushed the head of my cock into her, holding her gaze with mine. “I can’t go slow and easy, not with my mate here and willing, ready for me.”
She shook her head. “I don’t want slow. I just want you. All of you.” She dug her nails further into my skin, and I bared my teeth, showing her my animal.
And then I sank all the way into her in one slow move, taking her virginity, giving her mine. I was so far inside of her that my balls pressed against her ass. Her pussy clenched down on me and I groaned.
Her cry had a rumble of ecstasy leaving me.
Wet, hot tightness engulfed me, made me almost come right then and there.
“Oli.” The way she said my name, all breathy, had me rearing my hips back and slamming into her again.
She closed her eyes and tipped her head back, crying out in pleasure and pain.
“I’m sorry,” I said in a distorted voice. I knew she was tender since it was her first time.
“No, don’t stop.”
The sound of our bodies coming together filled my head, had my bear roaring out, needing her. It was pure instinct that filled me now.
I started to really fuck her.
In and out.
Faster and harder.
She had to hold on to me tightly while I claimed her. And the harder I fucked her, the more sweat covered my skin. I needed more. I’d always need more.
Ours.
She’s ours.
Yes. Yes, she fucking was.
The air sawed in and out of me, and I curled my fingers around her waist even harder. I knew I’d leave bruises on her alabaster skin, but I wanted those on her body. I wanted her to see them tomorrow and know that she was mine.
Pulling back enough so that I could look at where our bodies were joined, I groaned at the sight. The image of my dick moving in and out of her was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen, could have ever conjured in my fantasies. Her pussy lips surrounded my shaft, stretched around my girth, and her wetness coated my length. I got a prime shot of that glistening arousal every time I pulled out.
“You. Are. Mine.”
I was never letting her go.
The feeling of her pussy muscles clenching around me, the way her breathing picked up and the sight of her pupils dilating told me of her imminent orgasm. I started pushing and pulling in and out of her even harder and faster.
I fucked her ferociously.
“Come for me, India. Give it to your mate.”
And then she cried out and came around me, and the scent of her getting off was so damn intoxicating I felt my own orgasm start to claim me.
I started pumping my hips faster, bottoming out inside of her, and feeling like the fire inside of me was about to burn me alive. I threw my head back, roared out as I came, and filled her with my cum. I needed to saturate the inside of her. I needed it coming out of her.
I just needed her.
“I’m coming again.” There was shock in her voice.
I growled low. “I have to mark you.” I placed my mouth at her neck, dragging my lips down to where it met with her shoulder. Fuck, my mouth watered to mark her, and I wasn’t about to deny me or my animal. “I have to do this,” I murmured against her flesh.
“Do it. I want it, Oli.”
No more resistance. No more fighting.
Her scent told me she was ready, eager for it even. She tilted her head to the side even more, baring herself to me.
I sank my teeth into the supple flesh, loving how her tight little pussy gripped me, as if she didn’t want me to stop.
And then I pierced her supple flesh, right where her shoulder met her neck. The sweet, tangy flavor of her blood bathed my tongue, and I growled out. I held on to her waist harder. Another blast of pleasure filled me.
My saliva moved into her bloodstream, making her forever smell like me.
Her long, drawn-out cry had me lifting my head from where I’d marked her. I watched the orgasm cover her face.
Perfection.
The pleasure continued within me, my seed filling her. I felt my bear start to subside, sated, calm for the first time … ever. Only then did I pull out of her. I looked down at where I’d just been buried, seeing my seed slip from her pussy, making a wet spot on the bed.
I pulled her to me and wrapped my arms around her, holding her close, not wanting to let her go. And I wouldn’t. Ever.
I inhaled deeply and let out a rough sound at the fact she smelled like me, that she was, in all senses of the word, mine.
“Talk to me,” I whispered and held her close, never wanting to let go.
“What does this all mean?” Her words were soft, curious, but underneath all of that I felt her acceptance.
“What do you want it to mean?” I asked in return, and she shifted so she looked me in the eyes. A moment of silence passed between us, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was what I’d always wanted to feel after being with my mate.
It was perfection.
I felt so damn possessive of her already, and I knew with each passing day that proprietary sensation, and the need to keep her close, would only increase. I looked into her sweet face, the face that I’d happily look into for the rest of my life. There was no stopping my emotions, the love that would grow for her every second. I leaned down and kissed her softly, telling her without saying the words that it was her and me from this point.
“India.” I whispered her name. “There is nothing for me in this world if you’re not by my side.”