by C. D. Gorri
“Taylor,” she breathed as he murmured praises and kissed his way from her thighs to her mouth. She grabbed him by the nape of his neck and tasted her salty sweet musk on his lips.
The frantic need to mate him didn’t lessen with her orgasm. If anything, it grew more intense. Krissy found his hard length with her hands as he crawled up her body. She positioned him at her entrance and turned them both till he was on his back.
“Are you sure?” The question surprised her, but there was no turning back from this night. Not for her.
“Yes, need you,” she slid her hands between them, measuring his thickness and length.
“Fuck, yes, need you too,” he groaned as she slowly impaled herself on his cock.
Chapter 11
He knew the second he felt her tight channel clench around his cock he’d never have another. She was it for him. His entire world. Mate. Mine.
Holy fuck. Gods. Yesss! Taylor wanted to shout it to the world, he was finally fucking Krissy Sposa. His Dimples. Outside on the ground, surrounded by nature. And he wouldn’t stop until she came all over his fucking cock. And he was pretty sure he wasn’t stopping then either.
His Bear had been an obnoxious fuck these past few months. Anxious and upset all fucking weeklong since that night at The Thirsty Dog. And he finally understood why.
He’d decided to Change tonight and have a run through the woods after that disaster at the bakery. He’d hid from her. Like a fucking cub. After that he’d retreated to the Den, finished some Keeper business, then Shifted.
He’d just about gone apeshit when he’d scented her on the air. His beast demanded he follow the trail, wouldn’t take no for an answer. Then he did lose his shit when he saw her there. Krissy in all her naked glory, standing in the dark with her blonde tipped curls basking in the moonlight like some kind of gorgeous forest nymph.
A vision right out of his fantasies. His top-secret dirty fantasies involving the delectable woman he was currently balls deep inside of. Of course, his illusion was shattered when he fucking spied Nate. All soft visions dissipated pretty fucking quickly then, replaced by pure molten rage.
Motherfucker was sitting there smiling at Krissy! While she was fucking naked! His Bear had reacted without consent from his human half, but looking back, Taylor wholeheartedly agreed with the beast’s reaction. No one should see Dimples naked! No one but him, that is.
He savored the taste of her on his lips as his fingers roved her body, gripping her hips. She was so fucking beautiful. Fierce and glorious, like the Amazons of old.
She rode him like a goddess. Her lips were parted, hair flying around her shoulders, breasts heaving in her exertion. Her name sounded from his lips and he grew harder inside her. Perfection. She is perfect, Mate. Mine.
Unable to be still under her ministrations, he thrust upwards, meeting her pace. The scent of their coupling threatened to overwhelm him. Her sweet jasmine fragrance mingled with his own musk, creating something new, something theirs. He loved it. Wanted to bottle it. Grrr.
Keeping in time with her sharp movements, he reveled in the heady evidence of her arousal. Her slick pussy squeezed him so fucking good.
“Tight, you’re so tight, baby, s’good,” he groaned.
The lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin was like a fucking symphony to his ears. He sat up, mouth catching and feasting greedily on one plump breast.
He couldn’t get enough, he wanted to stamp himself all over her. His hands were everywhere, grasping and caressing, kneading her soft flesh.
He wanted to take control to throw her on the ground and fuck her into oblivion, but the ground was hard under his bare ass despite the thin blanket she and Nate had brought with them. Fucking Nate.
He shook his head. He’d been enjoying getting to know his new half-brother, but he still didn’t want the fucker near his mate. And Krissy was his.
Gods help him. He couldn’t get enough of her. She filled his senses as he filled her body. The pulsing heat of her weeping pussy squeezed his shaft until he was blind to anything other than her.
His gums ached and fingertips itched. His Bear pushed him, drove him to seal their matebond, which pulsed unfinished between them.
Not yet. He wanted her desperately. Needed to bond with her, but first he needed to touch every inch of her. Her feet, her knees, her legs, her sumptuous ass. Krissy moaned and scratched at his shoulders, her movements turning jerky.
“Stay with me, baby, together,” Taylor growled and sat up straighter, taking control.
“Yes,” she moaned.
He gripped her hips and lifted and plunged, fucking her on his cock. He continued with one hand and held her face in his other one. Fingers stroking her cheek and throat, eyes locked on his. Fucking gods, I’m a goner.
She was so fucking gorgeous like this. Breathless and sexy as hell, hair floating around her shoulders, a sheen of perspiration glowing over her silky skin. His body ached with the need to come, but not yet. Not yet.
“Taylor,” she moaned his name and it was music to his fucking ears.
He wanted to memorize every sweet inch of her luscious body, record every sound she made in the heat of their lovemaking. He might fuck her, but it was lovemaking too. Couldn’t be anything else but with his sweet Dimples.
She arched up, chasing her pleasure, using his body. He encouraged her, wanted her to take from him, but he wanted something in return as well.
He reached up and tangled his fingers in her hair, pulling her to his mouth and stamping his lips to hers. He kissed her so thoroughly she stuttered in her pace. Lips locked they both moaned in the sudden stillness of their bodies, but not for long.
“So good, baby. Oh gods, yes,” he groaned and flexed his hips hard, meeting her downward thrusts readily.
Taylor gripped her tapered waist and felt her thick thighs squeezing him as she found her rhythm once again. Oh fuck, he was gonna cum soon. But he would see to her pleasure first. Hell fucking yes.
“Ready for one more, baby? Come on, give it to me, Krissy, come all over my cock,” he growled into her neck, licking the sensitive spot he was dying to sink his teeth into.
Her channel tightened in response. He sucked in air, trying to breathe as pleasure threatened to choke him. She squeezed and milked him as inch by inch he filled her sweet pussy.
“Taylor, I want,” Krissy moaned and ground her clit into his pelvis, and Taylor grunted, lifting her easily.
He stood up, using his strength and gravity to give her more of what she needed. Her legs wrapped around his waist and hands gripped his shoulders. Eyes lit with surprise he continued to stretch and fill her, repeating the movement as she slid up and down his hard shaft.
“I’m here, baby, I’m gonna give you what you need,” he felt his Bear rise and almost halted, but her sweet moans threw him off balance.
Taylor fought against the pain in his gums that preceded his fangs and pushed down on the beast who was riding him hard. Patience.
He wanted to mark her more than anything, but they hadn’t discussed it. Maybe during round two, he reasoned with his beast.
“Taylor,” she raked her nails down his back. The pain intensifying his pleasure and he growled harshly in his throat.
Taylor couldn’t get enough. He pounded into her, knowing she could take it. He wanted to drown out everything but her. Thrust, grind, thrust, grind.
His pounding rhythm was met with her rocking hips until his balls were snuggled up against her ass as he pushed deeper, deeper inside of her.
“More, Taylor, give me more,” she growled and met him with her eyes. Gold with her Bear, Krissy reached around him and squeezed his ass grinding her pelvis and tilting to swallow him deeper.
Her breasts crushed against his chest. There wasn’t room for air between them, nothing but him and her. Their bodies slick with their juices, rocking one another into oblivion. And still he wanted more.
He wanted this. He wanted her. Forever. He licked and sucked on her
neck, scraping his teeth over her throbbing pulse. He reared back, lifted her up and slammed her down on his cock one more time, and a tidal wave of passion consumed them both.
Krissy cried out, her channel squeezing him as she crested. A roaring sound filled his ears and he realized it was him. His orgasm shot through him like a lightning bolt. He pulsed against her heat, filling her with his cum.
He opened his mouth wide, almost unaware of what he was about to do. But deep down he knew. Claim. Mine. Mate.
Krissy turned away at the last second.
“No,” she whispered.
Pain lanced his heart, but he focused on his breathing. Why? She knew they were mates. Maybe she changed her mind? But that was impossible, wasn’t it?
His Bear wanted to rip him a new asshole for fucking this up, but the man needed to think. If only he hadn’t blown his brains out of his cock a second ago.
No, she’d said no. No. His Bear roared his anguish in his mind’s eye, but the man soothed the beast with the evidence of their coupling. She carries our scent, soon she will bear our mark. Patience.
They laid together on the thin sheet in a mass of sweaty limbs and tangled hair afterwards. Taylor wasn’t a virgin, not even close. But damn if he hadn’t felt like one. Touching her was like being reborn. How had he doubted for a second that this woman was meant for him?
As their breathing calmed, Taylor didn’t stop to think as he rolled to his feet with her in his arms once again. There was a cabin a few feet away. Shower, talk, and maybe some food. After he loved her again, hard and good.
He wasn’t sure what was going on in that amazing brain of hers, but the longer she kept silent, the more he worried. Fuck that.
Krissy was his. He just needed to convince her.
Chapter 12
“Taylor! Put me down, I’m too heavy!” Startled from her post-coital bliss, Krissy struggled, but Taylor held on strong.
“Unless you want us both to crash down onto this pebbled walkway, you’ll keep still, Dimples,” he growled into her ear.
Holy shit! We had sex. Taylor and I did the deed. OMG! Despite her inner excitement, Krissy clamped her mouth shut as Taylor carried her up the pebbled walkway to the first line of cabins that dotted the shore of Lake Ursa.
She needed to think. To regroup. But he was so close and so damn tempting. And ours. Bite him. Her Bear simply wouldn’t give up on that. Shh!
Okay. So, they’d had sex. No biggie, right? She wasn’t a virgin. He wasn’t either. No shit. And they could avoid all awkwardness if she just went home now and forgot this ever happened. Yes! Good plan!
Except, how could she forget this happened? One night, Krissy. That is all this is. She exhaled and kept her head trained down on her abdomen. She felt Taylor’s eyes on her but couldn’t meet his.
“I won’t know what’s going on inside that pretty little head of yours unless you talk to me, Dimples,” Taylor coaxed as he sat her down on the cold tiled counter inside the bathroom of the first cabin they’d come upon.
She yelped at the chill and he sent her an apologetic smile before turning around to draw a bath. She’d been so wrapped up in her thoughts she hadn’t noticed where he was taking them let alone considered what was going to happen next.
Hmm. A bath. Made sense, she supposed. She slid off the counter and grabbed some fluffy white towels off the shelf and placed them on the mat. He stepped into the tub then turned to her and offered his hand. She took a moment to bask in his naked glory before sinking down in the bubbles facing him.
“Taylor,” she’d started to talk but he was sliding his legs along hers and pulling her closer so that she straddled his lap.
She moaned at the sensations of skin against skin. How could she want him again so soon? We will always want him. Ours. Mate. She leaned back, ready to slide off his lap lest she demand he have sex with her again. Heat burned her cheeks, but she was unable to move.
Taylor’s thick cock hardened between their wet bodies. It pulsed against her belly as he held her firmly around her back. Gods, he was gorgeous. His deep green eyes raked lazily over her exposed breasts and face and she giggled when he leaned forward and pressed his cold nose to her neck.
“Now, tell me why you pulled away from me, Dimples,” he asked the question and she swore sadness and pain lanced through his eyes.
Her Bear roared in her head. Displeased that she’d injured their mate. Krissy bit her lip. She didn’t want to explain, didn’t want to break this fragile spell. Dammit.
“Because,” she said and tried once again to squirm off his lap, but he wouldn’t let her.
“Because isn’t an answer and I want you right here, Dimples, nothing between us. Just you and me,” he announced.
“Because you don’t mean it!” she growled and splashed him.
“The hell I don’t” he grinned despite having a face full of bubbles.
Still, he wouldn’t release his hold on her. Knowing how much soap stung, Krissy relented and wiped his face with one of the washcloths he’d laid on the side of the tub for them.
“Thank you, mate,” he growled, his cock throbbing between them.
“What did you call me?” Krissy whispered the words to his chest before lifting her stinging eyes up to his face.
“I called you mate, Krissy Sposa, because that is what you are. My fated mate. You knew it too. All these years, you knew you were the one for me, didn’t you, Dimples?” awe laced his voice as he gazed at her adoringly.
She gulped, not realizing he’d released his vice-like grip on her until his hands came up and wiped the tears she hadn’t realized were falling. Emotion threatened to choke her.
“Don’t cry, baby, I couldn’t stand it if I made you cry. Please? Look, I know I’m no prize, but I swear to the depths of my soul that I will spend every day trying to make up for the asshole I’ve been the past few years. Just give me a chance, please, Dimples,” his forehead pressed against hers as he whispered his plea.
Krissy couldn’t believe her ears. This big, beautiful man called her mate? But no, it couldn’t be. It was just the afterglow of good sex. Okay, great sex. But still, it was only sex for him! She’d be a fool to believe otherwise.
“Taylor, you’re not thinking straight. This is just because someone else showed an interest in me. You’re just feeling territorial cause I work for you, you know?”
“No. That’s not it-”
“Come on! You never looked at me before that night at the bar!”
“I looked at you, Dimples, I just couldn’t see. That night at the bar might have woken me up, and I am ashamed of that and I will pay for it every fucking day, Krissy. But that is not it. We are made for each other. Mates,” he touched his lips to hers with that word still on them and she swore she felt tingles shoot down her spine.
She turned away before she found herself believing him. There was still more to say.
“Taylor, I won’t always be that girl with her hair done, and make-up on, who some guy wants to flirt with at a bar. I won’t always wear tight jeans and a frilly top. Sometimes, I like baggy! I like sweats and flannels and my hair frizzes in the rain!”
“Baby, what are you talking about?”
“Look, I won’t ever be one of those perfect petite little waifs you like to date! I won’t, Taylor, I am just me! I love you, but I won’t change for you!” She yelled, not realizing what she’d admitted until the last second.
“I thought for sure I’d have to steal those words from your sweet lips,” he growled and kissed her hard and quick.
“What-”
“Thank the gods above, baby. I love you too, Dimples, so fucking much-”
“No, you’re confused-”
“I mean it, Krissy Sposa. For the past few months I’ve tried to deny it. Ever since that party.”
“When I made an ass of myself-”
“No. Never that, baby. You were brave and honest. I ran like a fucking coward and I am sorry. But I swear to the gods, I love every s
trand of curly hair on your precious head, every plaid shirt you own, every single fucking thing about you. I love it all. I wouldn’t want to change a fucking thing. Stay the way you are. Exactly how you are.”
“Taylor, please, don’t-”
“I. Love. You. Krissy, I love you so fucking much,” he captured her lips with his and kissed her. He kept right on kissing her, murmuring his love, until she softened in his arms.
Was she ready to do this? To trust her heart and believe in him? She opened her eyes and watched his expression as he kissed her. Oh my. This was Taylor. Her Taylor. And he loved her. She felt the truth of it down to her toes. Mine.
“I want to make love to you again, baby. Can I? Fuck you and cum in you, claim you with my bite right now. My mate. Mine,” his growl rumbled through his chest. His Bear was right there with him, shining in in his eyes and beating in his heart.
Taylor was theirs just as much as she was his. She ached for him with a soul deep longing that she’d never expected him to feel. But there it was. In his eyes, in his kiss, and the way he loved her. Fated mates. Yes.
“I will thank the Fates and the gods and whoever else is responsible for creating you, my perfect woman, just for me every day of my life. I just need your answer. Please. Please say yes, Dimples, I need you,” he begged as he kissed her.
Krissy’s head was spinning. Her body demanded she open to him, take him inside. Mate him. Bite him. Take his claiming mark. The warm water did nothing to soothe her as anticipation danced along her veins. His delicious mouth was teasing hers, his hard cock throbbing against her stomach even as her pussy wept, readying itself for his entry.
“Will you be with me? Accept my mark?” Taylor’s words reached her ears as he nibbled along her neck.
She licked her lips and took her bottom one between her teeth. He opened his gorgeous green eyes and stared at her. She felt beautiful under his gaze.
He looked at her, waiting like a man on death row for some hint of reprieve. Then finally, she smiled, and it was like the sun coming out after a storm. His nostrils flared and he gripped her in his arms.
