by Renee Rose
I nodded, then remembered what he said. “Yes, sir.”
Heat flared in his eyes, and he took a picture. “Fucking gorgeous.”
I whimpered, trying to imagine what I looked like to him.
Tossing the cell onto the bed, he said, “I want to hear, I’m sorry I bailed on you this morning, sir.”
I had to wonder if he was ever going to let me up. This was punishment, definitely. I couldn’t touch myself, and he wasn’t touching me. He’d only licked me once, and I was dying. Aching. Clenching with the need to get off.
“Little girl,” he warned. He took a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Tugged gently, then pinched. I arched my back and moaned, which had him letting go.
“You want to come?”
I nodded, my hair sliding over the bed behind me.
“Do you decide how and when you come?” he all but growled. He tweaked my other nipple, this time with a little more pressure. My hands jerked, and it tugged about my neck.
I was literally one bean-flick away from an orgasm. I didn’t know why I trusted this guy who I hardly knew to do these depraved things to me, but I did. And his bossy, controlling manner just readied me to hurtle over the edge into bliss. I arched, pushing my small breasts toward the ceiling silently begging for him to play with them some more. My legs shook with sexual tension. “I-I’m sorry I bailed on you this morning, sir. But I’m not sorry I didn’t tell you who I was last night because it was a really satisfying hookup.”
Colton’s brows slammed down, and he looked pissed. “Hook-up? I am not your hook-up, little girl.” He gave my pussy a light slap, then brought his fingers to his mouth, licked my arousal from them.
I dragged my lower lip through my teeth and mewled at the wicked pain/pleasure. “Wh-what are you, then?”
He glowered for a moment, but it was like he couldn’t figure out what to say. “I’m the guy who’s about to torture your sweet little body, Marina. Your leaving made me out of control. Now it’s your turn to know what it feels like. And you’re gonna take it like a good girl.”
My lashes fluttered as my eyes rolled back in my head.
“I know. Just for fun. Just for now. I thought last night was a one-off, but… okay. I’ll take a little more dick.”
“Dick? How about my mouth first?”
He dropped back down between my tied legs, parted me with his thumbs and trailed the tip of his tongue in a slow line around all my lady bits.
The trembling in my inner thighs increased. Even more heat flooded my lower region. The surface of my skin prickled everywhere, sensitized for his touch. He traced a tiny circle around my clit. I cried out, my thighs thrashing. I wanted to close them around his head, to kick out at the incredible sensations, but he’d tied me too well.
“Ohhhh,” I moaned. “Please.”
He lifted his head, his lips glossy with my juices. He traded his tongue for his thumb, rubbing lightly over my magic button. “Please let you come?”
I nodded vigorously. “Yes.” It came out as more of a gasp than a word.
He switched and plunged his thumb into my pussy as he shook his head. “I don’t think so.” There was a wicked smirk on his face that cut through the haze of lust. He rubbed his palm over my clit as he plunged his thumb in and out, then lowered his head to use his tongue again.
“Wh-what?”
I don’t know why I was talking. His tongue was where I needed it—I shouldn’t interrupt him. He lifted his head and pulled his thumb out. “This is punishment, sweetness.” He slapped my clit lightly with his fingertips, and I jerked. “I think I’ll keep you on edge for hours.”
“Oh!” It was all I could think to say. Dismay and lust simultaneously slammed through me and collided, leaving me stupid and panting.
Colton returned to licking and stroking while I grew more feverish.
“Colton,” I started pleading. “I need… I need.”
“Oh, I know what you need, little girl. You need to be taught a lesson.”
“I’m sorry!” I exclaimed. And I really was. Of course, I would also say anything at that moment to get him to bring me to orgasm.
“You’re sorry you ran away from me?” he demanded, pushing my asscheeks open and rimming my anus.
I moaned. Loud. In the motel room, Colton had played with my ass with his finger. But this? It was soooo naughty. Especially because it felt so good. How did he know I liked all this stuff when I didn’t even know myself?
He lifted his head again. “While I love hearing you get off, it’s just for me. Not for everyone downstairs.”
“Then stop doing that,” I snapped.
He slapped my pussy again. “You want me to stop?” He shrugged, then sat up. “Okay, I’ll stop. You can go back downstairs with hard nipples and a needy pussy.”
“No.” I tugged on my hands, which tugged on my throat. “No, don’t stop.”
“That’s right. Because you need what only I can give you.” He circled a finger around my entrance, coated it in my cream, then smeared it over my back entrance. “You like ass play, don’t you, naughty girl?”
“With you,” I whispered.
He groaned. “Then you’ll get me. In there.”
I squirmed, equally aroused and fearful of the idea. I’d seen his dick, knew how big it was. He was a tight fit in my pussy. “Now?”
The corner of his mouth turned up. “No lube. I didn’t get around to ass fucking in my childhood bedroom.”
I wasn’t sure if I was disappointed or relieved.
“The way you’re writhing on the bed, I’m not so sure if it would be a punishment, anyway.”
“Colton,” I breathed.
He grabbed my t-shirt off the floor. “Here. Put this in your mouth to quiet you down.” Rolling it into a pseudo-twist, he set the center in front of my mouth. I looked up at him, at how he was so fucking patient, and opened. I bit down on it, my mouth wetting the fabric. I could spit it out, but he was right. I was loud with him, and while the house was big, my sister was downstairs. And Colton’s brothers. And the ranch hands. I had no doubt they knew what we were up to, but I wasn’t sure if I could face any of them if they’d heard me scream and beg and whimper Colton’s name.
“Good girl. Now, where was I?” He looked me over, then settled back between my spread thighs. “Right. About. Here.”
His hands cupped my butt, and he licked me from ass to clit and back again. He was exceptional at oral. So good that he got me to the brink of coming, then stopped. He nipped the inside of my thigh or blew on my swollen flesh. Then he got his fingers involved, and I was so strung out, so over the top with need to come that I was coated in sweat. My muscles quivered. My nipples were no longer hard, but soft, plump tips. My ass had a finger in it, nice and deep. He didn’t do anything with it, just put it there, I thought, because he could.
And because I liked it. He was doing to me whatever he wanted, and I had to take it. I couldn’t move. I could only feel, and it was so much. Too much.
Tears leaked down my temples, and I couldn’t even cry out any more, only whimper. Propping up on one hand, he lifted the t-shift from my mouth. “This punishment, sweetheart? It’s not just torturing you.”
He sat back, undid his pants, pushed them down, so his dick sprung free. So large, so heavy. Today, it was darker, the veins up the length bulging, the crown almost bursting it was so swollen. Pre-cum dripped down the length as if it were a leaky faucet.
He grabbed a condom from his pocket, rolled it down his length. They had to be from the XXL box.
Reaching behind his head, he tugged off his shirt. He was so gorgeous. That body. That dick. I needed him.
“I’m going to get in you now, and you’re going to come. You’ve been waiting for my dick like a good girl.”
Leaning forward he undid the tie around one of my wrists. “I’m going to fuck you good and hard, and I don’t want you to choke. Grab the pillow. Yes, like that. Now don’t let go.”
I nodded, a
nd he moved so his dick was right at my entrance. He didn’t linger, only painted the tip in my cream, then thrust into me in one long stroke.
My sensitive tissues opened for him, the fit snug, but that made me feel every slick inch of him. I came, just as he’d said. He hadn’t put his fingers inside my pussy, and it made me even greedier for all of him. Yet, my ass tingled because it was now empty.
I clenched as I came on a wail.
“Fuck,” he growled as he began to do just as he’d said and fucked me into the bed.
I gasped as I came, the pleasure a relief. I had no idea how long he played and punished me, taunting me with this orgasm. But now, I’d never come like this before. My inner walls rippling, trying to pull him even deeper.
The bed slammed against the wall. Colton growled as he pounded into me, our flesh slapping. He’d been so attentive, so focused on every nuance of my body. Now, he was lost. He had no rhythm or cadence to the hard pounding, only driving himself to the pleasure he’d been missing out on as well.
I gripped the pillow and had to wonder if I’d rip it, if feathers would fly around us.
I needed everything he could give. Last night had been wild. This… carnal. He’d proven that I was at his mercy, that only he could make my body writhe and sweat, come like never before. I saw stars. When he rolled his hips and ground down on my clit, I came once more, this time almost painful in the bliss.
And yet, in less than a minute, he thrust deep and growled, his head tucking into my neck as he came. I felt it, hot and never ending, filling me. He hadn’t spoken once he got inside me, except for one word.
Mine, he’d said. Over and over. And now, with his breathing ragged against my neck, he said it again. Our skin was slick and stuck together. My pussy was over-sensitive. His weight pinned me to his childhood bed. This time, when he said the word, it was with a snarl. “Mine.”
I believed him. I was ruined for all others. I could never be like this with anyone else. I couldn’t let go as I had. I couldn’t trust in such a way.
When I finally released the pillow and stroked over his heated back, his teeth grazed along my neck, his tongue licking at the skin there.
I thought he’d soften and pull out, but he didn’t. Within a minute, he pushed up onto his hands, loomed over me and began to rock into me again.
“I’m not done with you, little one.” With those words, he pulled out while holding the base of the condom, then sitting back on his heels, slipped it off, grabbed a tissue from the dresser and disposed of it. He grabbed another from his pants, put it on. How many did he carry on him?
“Again? Now?”
“Again. Now.”
I moaned, not sure if I could die from too much good sex.
He moved his hips, slower now, more leisurely. “The scent of fucking… it’s all over you.”
“I don’t think I can come again,” I admitted.
“You can. You will.”
And I did.
8
COLTON
* * *
I fucked my mate into exhaustion. Only when she was asleep in my bed, naked and marked with my scent, did I leave her. I showered, dressed in fresh clothes, then shut the door behind her to track down my brothers.
She may have been muffled with her t-shirt, but Marina couldn’t be quiet if she tried. That made my wolf howl because a mate shouldn’t have to be quiet while getting eaten out. She should scream her pleasure. Anytime. All the time.
Everyone on the ranch but Audrey was a shifter, and we had incredible hearing. They may not have heard Marina, but they definitely heard me. I didn’t hold back once I’d gotten inside her. I couldn’t have even if someone held a gun to my head. I’d probably have to fix the drywall later, but it had been worth it. No male shifter who’d heard us would seek her attention. Marina was mine. My scent was all over her.
The second time I fucked her, I’d pulled the condom off and spilled all over her breasts and belly to mark her as mine. I couldn’t bite her and claim her yet as I wanted. Fuck, did I want to sink my teeth into her sweet flesh. My wolf was pissed I hadn’t yet. Didn’t understand why I was waiting because we were so close to the full moon. The scent of her, the taste of her had my teeth elongating to do just that. I hadn’t spent over a decade in the military without an iron will. I’d had to use it with Marina.
She might’ve surprised the fuck out of me downstairs, but I had a bigger fucking surprise in store for her. Before I mated and marked her, I had to tell her what I was, that not just me, but everyone on the ranch were shifters. Audrey hadn’t told her, that was for fucking sure.
Yeah, Marina had a mate, not just a man in her life. Unfortunately, I couldn’t just bite her and be done with it. She thought I was heading back to base, to pick up my weapon and head out on the next tour. I’d outright told her I was going back.
She was twenty-fucking-one years old. She had her whole life ahead of her. College. When I was her age, I'd already finished my first tour and seen shit I’d never forget. Hell, based on the way she’d responded, she’d barely fucked.
With my wolf hearing, I knew Rob was in his office. I went down the front stairs, took a right and went into the space that had belonged to my dad.
Rob looked up from his work at the big desk. “I’m surprised you’re conscious.”
I used to sit across from my dad while he worked—in the spot where Rob was now—listening to his conversations as I built Legos. I knew I wasn’t ever going to be alpha, not with Rob being older, but I’d always liked to hear how my father dealt with issues and problems. I liked to think I used those skills when dealing with my soldiers under my command.
He smirked and sat back in his chair.
“She’s mine,” I snarled.
He held up his hands. “We figured that out, that’s for damn sure. It’s not me you have to win over.”
“Boyd,” I murmured, realizing I was in trouble with him. I scratched the back of my neck, thinking of the bro code about dating sisters. Or fucking them.
I was so sated, my muscles so lax from having my balls drained, not once, but twice. I was at my most easygoing. If Boyd wanted to punch me in the face, now was the time to do it. Because I wasn’t just fucking Marina into unconsciousness. Well, I was, but not just to empty my balls. She was my mate, and he was going to have to get used to the idea. Double time.
“You fucked his almost sister-in-law.” Rob crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. Clearly, we were thinking along the same lines.
“I fucked my mate, who just happens to be his almost sister-in-law,” I clarified. “You’d have done the same.”
He dipped his head once in agreement.
“I’ll talk to him.”
“No need. He’s coming.”
I heard his footsteps a split second after Rob.
Boyd came into the office, shutting the door behind him. Then he punched me in the gut. Twice. Hard.
I let him. I probably could’ve taken him, given him a solid run. We were equally matched strength-wise, but I had ten years of training in hand-to-hand combat, and his best skill was staying on a crazy bull. Still, I figured I deserved it. My gut clenched in agony now, but shifters healed almost immediately, so a punch between brothers was easily taken.
“You know how old that girl is, Colton?” he asked on a snarl.
I coughed a little because he’d knocked the wind out of me. “Twenty-one.”
“That’s right.” Boyd put his hands on his hips and nodded, his hat dipping in time with his head. “Twenty-one and still in fucking college. I don’t know what the fuck you’re thinking, but—”
“I’m thinking she’s my mate,” I countered. “No, not thinking. I know she’s my mate.”
He stared at me, wide eyed, then took off his hat and scratched his head. “Fuck.” He spat the curse in a short, punctuated syllable as he swung around to face away from me and stare up at the ceiling. “Fate’s a fucking whore, isn’t she?”
“I don
’t know, you seem pretty fucking happy with the mate she sent you,” I countered, finally able to stand upright again. I rubbed my stomach. “It wasn’t all that long ago you found Audrey. You remember this feeling. Like a sucker punch to the gut.”
Yeah, that had double meaning, and he glared at me. Then his face softened for a moment, as if just thinking about Audrey could change his entire mood. Shaking his head, he pointed a stern finger at me, like he was suddenly the oldest brother and not the sorry pest who ran around here sulking for years on end because he wasn’t old enough to shift and run with us yet.
“She’s not ready for you,” he warned. “Jesus, you kill people for a living, and she’s just a coed.”
I ground my molars. I might actually have agreed with Boyd, but I sure as fuck didn’t like anyone telling me to back off my own mate. “I know,” I growled. “I told her as much. She’s young. I’m a jaded military man. What makes you the fucking expert on my mate?” I shot back.
“I know she’s still in college and practically a virgin. Or at least she was before you got a hold of her.” Boyd’s sourness stirred shame in my chest. “I had to drag Audrey from the house, so we didn’t have to listen to you two.”
Had I just corrupted an innocent? She definitely hadn’t been a virgin last night. The way she’d acted, it was as if she’d let her inner wild girl out instead of being experienced. I’d guided her to come from a man’s touch, and she’d let me. Hell, she submitted so fucking beautifully.
The vision of Marina tied up in my bed upstairs, her pink center weeping for my cock, her sweet lips begging me for release, rose up in my mind. My cock rose, too.
No, she’d wanted it. But that didn’t mean she wanted me. As in for keeps.
Once a wolf mated, it was for life. There was no such thing as divorce. A female could leave her mate, but if he’d marked her, he’d never let her go. He’d be compelled to follow her to all ends of the Earth and watch over her. Ensure she was protected, provided for, and kept safe. He might be restrained enough to keep a distance, maybe even ignore it if she took another lover, but he’d never let go. It would be a biological impossibility.
