by Mary Martel
“Then we won’t,” I whisper.
The look of relief on his face at my words is profound. Still, he says, “Are you sure? You know you don’t have to wait until I am ready, you can look at it without me.”
“I will wait,” I tell him, still whispering, “When you are ready we will look together.”
“Thank you, Ian,” he whispers back.
*****
Lying in bed on our sides, facing one another, she asks me, “Do you want to talk about it?”
One could say I absolutely did not want to talk about it.
“Talking is the last thing I want to do,” I tell her honestly.
“Oh,” she says sounding defeated. “Are you tired, then?”
“Shayne,” I say.
“Yeah?”
“Come here.” I order.
“I am here,” she says, sounding confused.
“No,” I say, putting more emphasize in my words, “come here.”
“Okay,” she whispers, scooting over, closer to me.
Rolling into her I push her on to her back. Lifting my torso off her, I brace my elbows on the bed so I’m not crushing her with my weight.
I don’t miss the flash of surprise in her eyes, but I choose to ignore it.
Leaning down, I kiss her. I mean for it to be gentle, wanting to go slow, and take my time. When she moans into my mouth, though, all thought of slow flees my mind. That one little erotic noise coming from her makes my dick rock hard and I want nothing more than to be inside her. I devour her mouth like a starved man.
Breaking the kiss, I tear my mouth from hers to kiss along her jaw and down her neck.
My animal stirs to life, begging for me to mark her, to claim her as my own.
This causes me to freeze, feeling like I’ve been doused with a bucket of ice cold water.
I want to mark her. I do. Desperately. But once it’s done, that’s it. There will be no going back for her. Her life as she knew it, will no longer exist for her. I won’t allow it to. She’ll be mine, end of story.
Can I do that to her, though? Will she want to return to her old life once she’s no longer in immediate danger? More importantly, if and when the time comes and I don’t let her go back, will she hate me for it?
I push up with my arms, removing my mouth from the vicinity of her neck and look down on her.
She’s so damn beautiful it’s breathtaking to look at her laying underneath me.
With eyes full of lust and lips swollen from my kiss, she pants, asking, “Why are you stopping?”
That’s a damn good question. Why the fuck am I stopping?
Throwing caution to the wind I decide to worry about it later, much later. If I’m lucky she’ll never want to go back, she’ll be so tied up in my life, so tied to me, she won’t ever want to leave me and the world that comes with me.
Trailing her fingers up my spine she asks, “What are you thinking about?”
“You wanna know what I’m thinking about?”
“Well, yeah,” she says sarcastically, “I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to know.”
“Right now, baby, the only thing I can think about is how fucking gorgeous you look lying there under me.”
Her lips part in a silent “o”. Not giving her the chance to respond, my mouth comes down on hers, once again claiming it with a kiss.
It starts out slow, gentle, and filled with a sweetness the like I’ve never had. Quickly it escalates to so much more. Her hands cling to my back and she starts withering and moaning beneath me.
Shoving my knee between her legs, I roughly push them apart.
Now kneeling in-between her legs I grab ahold of the hem of her shirt and drag it up her body. When I reach her armpits she sits up a little and pulls it over her head.
Not wasting any time at all, as soon as her shirt is off I lean in and suck one of her nipples into my mouth. She wraps her hand around the back of my head and holds me to her. I swirl my tongue around her nipple making her moan. With my other hand I reach up and pinch her other nipple. Not hard, just enough to cause pleasure. Her fingers tangle in my long hair.
“Ian,” she moans.
Unlatching my mouth from her nipple I sit up, ass to calves, in-between her open legs.
Climbing over her, I get off the bed.
Sliding my thumbs under the waistband of my boxers I pull them down. When they hit the floor I step out of them and kick them under the bed.
Her lips are parted and her eyes are glued to my erection.
Looking up to see my eyes on her she quickly covers her breasts with her hands. Sitting up, she scoots backwards until her back hits the headboard. She pulls her knees up to her chest.
Shaking my head, I tell her, “Oh, no you don’t.”
Reaching out, I grab her by the ankles and pull her back down the bed.
She lets out a startled squeak, “What are you doing?”
“Your body is beautiful, Shayne.” I tell her,” Don’t ever try to hide it from me.”
Grabbing ahold of her panties, I drag them down her pale legs. Once free of her legs I toss them behind me, over my shoulder.
“Oh my God,” she whispers in shock.
Yeah, with any luck she will be repeating that again throughout the night. Several times, in fact. Along with my name.
I’ve never been with a virgin before so I knew I had to be careful with her in more ways than one.
I drop to my knees, put my hands under her thighs, and spread her legs apart. She fights me, probably out of modesty, in an attempt to keep her legs closed and her pussy hidden from me.
“What’d I say?” I growl. “Don’t ever hid your body from me.”
“I can’t,” she whimpers. “No one’s ever-”
I cut her protests off. “I know. But now I’m gonna because you’re mine.”
My hand slides up her bare thigh. When I reach her mound I cup it possessively.
“This is mine.”
Her breath hitches and she whispers my name. “Ian.”
My name on her lips, her breathy voice, strains what little control I have over my body and my beast.
“It’s going to hurt a little at first,” I tell her. My voice sounding rough even to my own ears. More animal than human at this point. I’m probably scaring her but I can’t stop the words from coming out. I have to tell her what she’s in for.
“Bite me?” she whispers in horror. “Like that thing bit me?”
“No. I’m going to mark you like a shifter marks his mate. It will be nothing like a Vampire bite. I’ve never marked someone before, but it’s a tradition for my people between mates to mark one another. I’m told initially it’s painful but the pain doesn’t last long and quickly fades to pleasure.”
“And you want to do this to me? To mark me?” She sounds panicked now.
Damn.
How do I explain this in a way that won’t further freak her out?
“You’ll like it, I promise.” Yeah, Ian, that was really reassuring.
“Ian, I don’t know. Maybe we can skip the whole biting thing and just stick to the, um, other stuff.”
Oh, my sweet, shy, virgin can’t even talk about sex without getting flustered. She can’t even say the words.
I fucking love this.
No way can I make love to her without marking her. I have denied myself the things I wanted most for far too long. I will not deny myself this.
Perhaps I made a mistake in trying to explain things to her.
“If you don’t like something I’m doing all you have to do is tell me to stop and I will.” I try to ease her worries. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
This was not entirely the truth because I have every intention of biting her.
I will simply have to make sure she’s enjoying herself so much she doesn’t protest when I sink my teeth into her flesh, marking her as mine for forever.
This makes me a selfish prick, but I can’t find it in
myself to care.
Before she can come up with an argument against me, and she will, I have no doubt about this, I place her legs over my shoulders.
“Oh my god. What’re you doing?” She squeals.
The time for talking has come and gone. The time for action is upon us.
“Ian?”
Eyes on her pussy, something I’m seeing for the first time, has me licking my lips in anticipation.
“Fuck, but you look good.”
And she did. Fucking gorgeous. Her lips glistened with wetness, letting me know that even though she’s clearly nervous she’s into this, into me.
Leaning in I inhale her sweet scent. Warmth radiates from her core. My tongue snakes out and I flick it over her clit.
She inhales sharply.
Gripping her legs under her thighs tightly, I hold on and unceremoniously devour her pussy like a starving man.
She moans loudly.
Her legs start to shake around my head.
She starts withering on the bed.
I ease a finger in to her wet heat. Fuck, but she’s tight. So goddamn tight. I can’t wait to have all that wrapped around my cock.
Her pussy greedily grips ahold of my finger and I can feel her coming.
This is it, my moment to mark her, and I can’t let it pass me by.
While she’s still coming I move my face over to her supple thigh and sink my teeth in to it. Her flesh tears open. Warm blood fills my mouth.
She screams in pain. Her scream sends a shard of pain through my chest but I don’t let go.
I know I make the right decision when her scream abruptly cuts off and is replaced with her whimpers.
Small hands clutch at my head, pulling on my long hair.
I slide another finger into her tightness and she cries out.
The taste of her pussy still on my tongue mixes with her sweet blood.
My chest rumbles with the snarl that moves up my throat and out past my lips. The sound of an animal finally claiming what’s his.
My cock throbs, aching to be inside her. I wanted my cock to be where my fingers are, buried deep in her tight pussy, while my mouth was at her neck, my teeth latched on with her blood flowing in to my mouth when I marked her as mine for the whole world to see.
My beast roared inside me, wanting the same thing I did.
My fingers slid out of her pussy at the same time my teeth unclenched from her skin.
My saliva will heal her wound and stop the bleeding. However, my teeth marks will remain. Anyone else and they’d completely heal with no marks left behind, but mates were different. I don’t know the reasons why or the science behind it. Maybe if I wouldn’t have had to run for my life I would have learned it.
Hopefully I would have time to still learn the reasons why, but for now I have a mate to claim and mark with my mouth and my cock.
She moans in protest at either the loss of my fingers or my mouth, maybe even both. This pleases me to no end. I knew she would enjoy my bite.
Rising to my feet I lean over her, grab her under the armpits and haul her up the bed.
With big eyes she stares up at me. The lust in them spurs me on.
My mate. Mine. Staring up at me with want and need in her eyes. Want and need I put there. Hell yeah, this spurs me on.
I keep her legs spread wide open with my knees.
Spreading her folds apart with one hand, I palm my cock with the other and place my tip at her entrance.
I push an inch inside, hissing between clenched teeth.
“Fuck,” I groan. “So goddamn tight. Fucking perfect.”
“What’re you doing to me?” she breathes causing me to pause.
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask looking into her eyes.
I absolutely do not want to stop. Not now. Not ever. I could be struck dead in the next thirty seconds and I would die a happy man. Just knowing I marked my mate and had her cum on my tongue would allow me to die a happy man.
But if she asked me to stop then that’s what I would do.
I know biting her was purely selfish, but it had been something I needed, something I still need, and if I didn’t know it would bring her pleasure in the end I would never have done it.
Her arms come up, encircling my back, fingers digging into my skin.
“No. Please, no. Don’t stop, Ian.” She cries. “It’s just that I don’t know what I’m doing and I want to make you feel how you make me feel but I don’t know how.”
I cannot express how much I love that she’s never been with anyone before me. Instead of trying to put this in to words I kiss her. Not soft, gentle, or sweet, but hard and demanding. I pour all of my love for her into this kiss.
Taking advantage of her distraction, with my hips I thrust all the way inside her heat. Planting myself to the root in her.
Her cry of pain drowns in my mouth.
One hand moves to her clit where I rub circles around the little nub. Not long after, her cries turn to breathy whimpers and her hips rise to meet my own.
Gone with the feel of her unbelievable tight cunt sheathing me my thrust grow harder and faster until I’m ready to blow.
Tearing my mouth off hers I move to her neck.
Without hesitation I bare my teeth and rip into the soft flesh of her neck. As I do her pussy spasms around me, her nails rip apart the skin on my back and she comes.
With her sweet moans echoing in my ears, her pussy squeezing my cock tightly, and my teeth in her neck, I cum inside her.
Mine.
She’s mine and she always will be.
No way will I ever allow her to walk away from me now that I’ve marked her as my own in more ways than one.
No fucking way.
Not on my life.
I don’t care what anyone has to say about her being human.
Chapter 20
Shayne
I open my eyes at the sound of Ian’s voice.
Now awake, holding the blanket to my chest, I sit up and look around the room. It’s empty but the door is open. He must be in the hallway, close to the door if I can hear him.
“Five hours. Tops,” Brooks says, “What do you plan on doing with Shayne?”
“Caleb will stay with her, “Collette says, “He will keep watch over her.”
“No offense, Collette, but I am not leaving my mate in the hands of a virtual stranger.”
“I think,” Riley says, “she should come with us.”
“No way,” Ian says. “Absolutely not.”
“Think about it, brother. Say we do manage to find a safe place for her to be and we leave her there, do you really think she’s going to stay put simply because you tell her to? Love her, you know I do, but she’s a wildcard. There’s no telling what she will do. Plus, you will drive yourself mad with worry the whole time we are away from her. Frankly, so will I. In doing so, we will lose focus on the task at hand. Which, we cannot afford. We are all better off if she is with us.”
“I don’t care,” is Ian’s response.
He doesn’t care?
He wants to leave me behind?
He can’t leave me behind, we had sex last night for God sakes!
Oh my God!
I had sex last night!
Lifting my hand, I run my fingers along my neck, where he bit me. I feel raised marks on my skin.
I slide my other hand under the blanket and down to my thigh. On the inside of my thigh, close to my private area, are raised marks exactly like the ones on my neck.
He took my virginity, bit me, left marks on my body and now he wants to leave me behind.
I don’t care if it is for safety’s sake.
Fuck him.
Throwing the blanket aside I get out of bed. Not caring that I’m naked as the day I was born, I walk around the bed, grab my bags and head to the bathroom so I can take a shower.
For good measure, and just because I feel like it, I slam the door behind me.
*****
I leave the
bathroom after my shower feeling somewhat better. My long brown hair is in two braids, one on each side of my head. I’m wearing dark blue jeans and a black long sleeved fitted t-shirt. That’s the best I can do without makeup or girlie shit because I didn’t have the time to pack any.
From the bed where he sits, Ian states, “I take it you heard us.”
“You want to leave me behind,” I accuse him.
“Only because I have no idea what we are walking into,” he tells me, “If it makes you feel any better, I’m not leaving you, you are coming with us.”
“It doesn’t,” I say because really, it doesn’t make me feel any better.
“Shayne…” he says, sounding like he’s at a loss for words.
“You do not get to decide what’s best for me.”
“You’re wrong,” he tells me.
“Excuse me?” I ask, “Who the fuck do you think you are? Just because we had sex once doesn’t mean you get to tell me what to do.”
Clearly running out of patience with this conversation he snaps at me, “I’m not trying to tell you what to do. I’m not trying to boss you around or control you. All I fucking want is for you to be safe.”
“Maybe I should stay here with Caleb,” I mutter.
“Jesus Christ,” he says through gritted teeth, ‘You’re not staying here with Caleb.”
“What if I want to?” I ask.
“You don’t even like Vampires.”
“So,” I say. I hate to admit it but he got me on that one.
Sounding exasperated, he says, “So? A minute ago you were mad because you didn’t want to be left behind and now you want to stay with Caleb. I don’t know what to do with this.”
“You mean you don’t know what to do with me,” I exclaim, frustrated and, if I’m being honest, a little hurt. “Here’s the thing, Ian, I’m a grown ass woman and don’t need anyone to do anything with me. If I want to go or stay that should be my decision and mine alone.”
“You don’t get it,” he tells me.
“You’re right. I don’t. Maybe you should explain it to me so I can.”
“You’re my mate,” he simply states.
“You’ve said that already,” I tell him, something he has to know, “too many times to count.” And it was starting to get old. This could not be his explanation for everything.
