Shifter 08 - Draeger Legacy

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by Jaden Sinclair


  “Am I doing this right?” she asked, breathing hard as she moved on top of him.

  “Every way and anyway you do it is right,” he told her. “Fuck, if you don’t feel good. So tight I’m trying my hardest not to come right now.”

  Natasha lowered herself to him, kissing him lightly on the lips. “Then I’m not doing it right if you have to control yourself.”

  Drake laughed, “Oh you minx.” He flipped her over to her back, pinning her hands over her head, spreading her legs wide with his own. “Words like that can you get you into so much trouble.”

  “All talk Drake,” she sighed.

  He withdrew and shoved as hard as he could into her. Natasha’s blue eyes widened, mouth opened but no sound came out. “You’re right. More action is needed.”

  He did it again, thrusting powerfully, and fast. She came in a second. The moan slipped free, her pussy contracted tightly around his cock and Drake went with her. His seed shot deep into her, shaking with the pleasure of it, and still his hunger wasn’t satiated. In fact, it reminded him of his heat.

  “I can love you all night long,” he panted, running the back of his hand down the side of her body.

  Natasha had her eyes closed, breathing hard. She said nothing, not even when he pulled out and turned her onto her belly. Drake rubbed her backside, loving the firm, silken texture of her ass. He slid his middle finger between the globes, seeking the small entrance of her ass. It surprised him that she didn’t say stop or no when he played with it. Past lovers didn’t want him to fuck their asses. Only a couple let him, and he was pretty sure that was because they feared he’d dump them. Well he did, after he got what he wanted. Before Natasha came into his life, Drake was a dick. He only thought of himself, no one else. Now he was thinking about his mate and what kind of pleasure he could give her.

  “Tired?” he asked, moving his fingers down to her pussy, collecting her juices and moving it back to her anal ring.

  “You want more?” she asked.

  He heard the tiredness in her voice. Deliberately he slid that finger as far as he could into her ass. “I want this,” he whispered in her ear.

  Drake felt the shiver that went through her body. She turned and sat up. He saw the fear in her eyes. When she touched the side of his face, he closed his eyes and leaned into the touch.

  “Will it hurt?”

  Hope surged through him. Always in the past, he had to beg or just take. Never did one offer it like Natasha was doing right now.

  “Only if you tense up.” He opened his eyes, meeting her blue ones.

  She surprised him once again. Natasha lowered back to the bed turned over and raised up on her knees before him. She offered herself to him, to her mate. Drake didn’t question why her change of heart. He kissed her rear, parted the flesh, and licked her. Again, she shivered at his touch.

  He brought back all the juices, slid two fingers deep into her rear. He moved them in and out, making sure to tease her clit with the other hand. By the time he had her nice a wet she was shaking with the need to come. Deliberately he kept her on the edge, not letting her come just yet.

  Positioning himself, the head of his cock posed right at the small ring of her ass, Drake held his breath, tilted his hips, and pushed. She was tight—o fucking tight that he wondered for a second if this was going to work. With a rush of air from her, her anus gave. A slight pop and he had the large mushroom head inside her, the shaft slowly stretching her.

  “Fuck if you’re not tight as hell!” he moaned with a growl, breathing hard to go slowly for her.

  “Oh my god, Drake,” Natasha gasped.

  “Do you burn for me Natasha?” He couldn’t get his voice to soften for her. His voice sounded harsh to his own ears.

  “Yes,” she breathed out. “Please don’t leave me hanging like this.”

  “Never.”

  One surge and he was fully embedded in her ass. Natasha screamed and climaxed. He could feel the orgasm through the thin tissue separating ass from pussy. Before he got started though, he grabbed a couple of the pillows, putting them under her hips.

  Keeping a hand between her legs, he teased her clit. Rotating his hips, coercing sweeter sounds from her, Drake pulled out and plunged back in. A steady in and out motion and soon he was fucking her pussy with three fingers.

  Natasha fisted her hands into the bedding, her upper body dropped down to the bed. Each forward thrust she would moan and the harder he fucked her, the louder she got.

  “I’m close,” he grunted. “Fuck I’m going to come.”

  He swelled, pressed his thumb on her clit, and came hard, heavy. Drake yelled right before he bit her shoulder. Natasha also screamed. He felt the orgasm and still he pumped, moved his hand over the clit, drawing it out for both of them.

  When it finally ended, he dropped to her side on the bed, breathing hard, dirty, sweaty, and exhausted.

  “I never thought it would be like that,” she stated. “Elli always told me that the male just took what he needed or wanted, never giving the female that kind of pleasure.

  “That woman is a fool then,” Drake said. “A male who gives a shit about his female always makes sure she enjoys what they do together in bed.” He sat up, grabbed her up in his arms, and kissed her hard and deep. “Now let’s go take a shower before you get sick. The last thing I need is for my mate to get sick right before her cycle.”

  Once more, her eyes widened. “You mean take one together?”

  Drake smiled. “Someone has to wash my back.”

  Taking hold of her hand, Drake led her into the bathroom. He started the shower, got the water at the right temperature, and let Natasha get in first. He was right there, standing at her backside washing away the dirt from outside and his seed from her ass. He even washed her long hair.

  When she was finished, she surprised him yet again by turning around, moving behind him, and washing his body. The instant her hands began to touch him he became hard as stone again. She smiled, blushed, and shook her head. Drake only shrugged and washed his hair.

  Then she downright shocked the fuck out of him. Drake was rinsing his hair when her mouth closed around the head of his cock. He almost got soap in his eyes. Shaking off the water, he looked down.

  Natasha was on her knees before him, his cock in hand and in her mouth while the other hand cupped the sac between his legs.

  “Fuck me,” he gasped. “What’d you doing?”

  She released him and looked up, licking her lips. “You don’t like this?”

  “I never said that. But where did you get that idea from?”

  She shrugged this time, “Thought that since you did that to me, I could do it to you. Is it wrong?”

  His mouth went dry, “Honey it’s not wrong, you only shocked me. Guess I never thought you’d think of doing it yourself.”

  “Then you like it?”

  “Love it is more like it.” Her mouth opened and she took him inside again, sucking hard and deep. He felt the tip touch the back of her throat. “Oh, fuck me I’m going to die.” She moaned against him and Drake was lost.

  He spread his arms out, holding onto the sides of the shower as he spread his legs for her. She sucked, pulled at his flesh and he closed his eyes, trying to get some control. However, control was out the fucking door. It felt so damn good to not give in. Her tongue flicked at the underside of his shaft, teeth raked ever so gently over the head and her hands rolled his balls. Yes, he was going to die from the pleasure.

  When he felt the familiar tightening he tried to pull back, but Natasha wasn’t giving him up. She held on tightly with her hand and with her mouth, pulling at him.

  “I’m going to come if you don’t stop,” he told her, breathing hard.

  Her answer was a moan and another hard pull. Then he felt her nail scrape against the entrance of his ass.

  “Fuck, Natasha, don’t push me there.” He couldn’t stop the growl from slipping. “Oh shit you’ve got to stop, I’m going to come!”


  Somehow, she took him even deeper into his mouth, and even down her throat. One finger went right into his ass. Drake came, and came hard. He yelled, or howled, he wasn’t too sure of the sound that came from his throat. His climax shot out of him, down her throat where she drank up every drop he had to give. The finger in his ass moved in and out, heightening his pleasure to a point that it almost felt painful.

  Not once in his life had a lover given him that kind of pleasure. He couldn’t breathe, felt weak in the knees and ended up dropping to the floor with her. While on his hands and knees, he tried to steady his breathing.

  “You okay?” Natasha asked, concern filled her voice.

  “Where’d you learn how to do that?” he asked.

  “From you.” He looked up at her and she smiled, the shyness back in her eyes, in her body language. “You did that to me. Thought I could do the same thing to you. I’m sorry if I did it wrong.”

  Drake shook his head. “You didn’t do it wrong. I’ve never felt anything like that before.” Her face lit up. “In fact, I loved it.” He kissed her quickly. “Feel free to do it any time you want.”

  The blush on her face got redder. Drake chuckled, stood up, and turned the water off. They dried off, and together stripped the bed.

  Both were so tired as they climbed into the bed. Drake pulled Natasha into his arms and she went willingly, sighing with her head on his chest, body curled up to his side. He held her tight, feeling for the first time in years at peace.

  “What do we do about my father?” she asked.

  “I don’t know.”

  “He’s going to send someone to find me, you know that, right?”

  “I’ll deal with it when the time comes.”

  “Maybe I should call him and tell him about this.”

  Drake turned his head, kissing the top of hers, “Don’t think about it right now. Get some rest. We’ll figure it out.”

  A few minutes went by and he was starting to drift asleep when she spoke again. “Drake?”

  “Hum.”

  “Does this mean I’m not your prisoner anymore?”

  “You never were. Now go to sleep.”

  Again, some time went by, and she spoke again. “Drake?”

  “Do I need to love you again so you’ll go to sleep woman?”

  Natasha giggled, “I wanted to ask you something.”

  “Okay, one more question, then go to sleep.”

  “Okay. Will you tie me up again and kiss me down there and do the rest of it?”

  That had him opening his eyes, looking down at her. “Natasha if you don’t go to sleep then I’m going to tie you up and torture you until you do.” She giggled again, snuggled closer, and closed her eyes with a sigh. Drake closed his again and waited until she was relaxed next to him. “Yes, I’ll tie you up again and have my complete way with you any time you want.” He felt the shiver and smiled.

  He was just about out but was starting to feel hot. Drake frowned, eyes still closed. He could hear the storm raging still outside. A brutal storm that came so unexpectedly he wondered what kind of damage was going to be done to the grounds come morning. That wasn’t what had him coming out of a light sleep.

  No, heat was. He felt so hot that he had to kick the sheet from his legs, only to discover that the heat he felt wasn’t from his body.

  Turning in the bed, he touched Natasha. She was burning hot and shivering at the same time.

  “Natasha.” He cupped her face, giving him a slight shake. “Honey wake up.” The only answer his received was a moan. “Damnit!”

  Drake was out of the bed, fast. He stopped to grab a pair of shorts from the drawer before going to the door and yelling at the top of his lungs for Nelly. He just had them up his legs and was back with Natasha when Nelly came in, tying her robe closed.

  “What in the world is wrong?” she asked.

  “Natasha is burning up, call the doctor, and get his ass out here right now,” he demanded. “And I don’t give a fuck about the weather. Something’s wrong.”

  He didn’t look to see if his orders were being carried out. He knew Nelly and knew she would do all she had to in order to get the doctor out here.

  He touched Natasha’s forehead. Scorching heat touched back. Mumbling a few swear words, he left her side and went into the bathroom for a cool rag. Drake didn’t waste time in wiping down her heated flesh. Natasha whimpered and tried to get away from him. She shivered.

  “Don’t you do this to me,” he told her, wiping down her throat. “You snap out of this shit right now or no tying up. Do you hear me?” he couldn’t help but snap at her.

  Nelly came back in, a large bowl with towels on her arms. “I called him, but he can’t get out until the storm lets up.”

  “Fuck,” Drake growled.

  “He told me to tell you to get the fever down as much as we can. Once he gets an opening he’ll be here ASAP.”

  “Great.”

  “Now you just calm down,” Nelly said, her voice taking an authoritative tone. “We’ll get it down, don’t you worry.”

  Drake nodded and let Nelly push him away from the bed. She pulled the sheet away from Natasha and covered her body with cool, wet towels. Natasha whimpered and groaned and it tore at his heat.

  How could this have happened? He wondered. Did coming together out in the rain cause her to become sick? If it did then he knew he wasn’t going to forgive himself.

  “Drake, go down and fix us some coffee,” Nelly said. “It’s going to be a long night and we need to keep focused.”

  Drake nodded, but didn’t move.

  “Go on. I won’t leave her alone.”

  Again, he nodded and this time turned and left the room for the kitchen. Guilt hung heavy over his head, on his shoulders. He pushed it aside and went to work at fixing the coffee. It was about the only thing he knew how to do at the moment.

  “I’m not going to lose her.” He shook his head. Not after I just found her.

  Grabbing the pitcher, and two cups he headed back to the bedroom with the determination that he was going to break this damn fever or die trying. No way in hell was he going to let his mate go. Not after he finally had her.

  Chapter Six

  Jacob Sager, a private shifter doctor, walked out of the bedroom, putting his equipment back into the black bag he carried. He was a middle aged man, newly mated and trusted by a lot of shifters to do his job and keep his mouth shut—one of the reasons why Drake liked him.

  “I’ve given her a shot, a large dose of antibiotics. She’s pretty sick, but I’m thinking it’s caused by stress and lack of nutrition. She’s underweight and exhausted. She also still has a high fever, so you’re going to need to keep an eye on that. Once she loses the chills, she’ll start burning from the inside out. Try to keep her cool and give her the medicine I’m leaving. Also, try to get some broth down her. As much liquids as you can.”

  Drake rubbed the back of his neck. He was tired as well, but his mate came first. “How underweight would you say?”

  Sager shook his head. “Not sure. I do know she’s way too thin for a female, and I’m afraid her cycle is closer than what is normal. It should be hitting in about a couple days, but the first stage of it is happening now. But don’t worry,” he held his hand up before Drake could speak. “She’s too sick for her body to do the demands.” He took a deep breath, and frowned. “Drake you do know that Millard has the word out for her. He’s hunting for his daughter.’

  “I can trust you won’t tell him she’s here either.” Drake narrowed his eyes on the man, bracing himself for a fight.

  “Not my place, and I don’t tell about my patents either, but I do want you to know the word is out. I’d be careful right now with who you let know she’s here.”

  Drake crossed his arms over his chest, “Have you heard anything about this hunter?”

  Sager shook his head, “But I have heard that Millard is calling another meeting. Something about the last one was interru
pted.”

  “Thanks, doc.” Drake put his hand on the man’s shoulder.

  “You take care of that girl and get some meat on her bones. I’ll come back after the moon night to check on her.”

  Drake nodded and walked the doctor out. After he closed the door, he turned and went to the livening room to make a call. “Dad, it’s me. What’s going on?”

  “Drake, kind of late to be calling.” Allen Draeger sighed on the other end of the phone. True it was late or very early in the morning to be calling, depending on how you wanted to look at it.

  “I just heard Millard is having another meeting,” Drake went on. “I’m coming. What time is it and where.”

  Allen’s sigh went deeper, “It’s not a good idea for you to be there, Drake. If he suspects you have his daughter he could challenge the claim.”

  “He can’t challenge what’s already happened. She’s mine, Dad. The claim has been made. She has my mark.”

  Allen groaned, the sound meaning he was getting out of bed or sitting up. “Well that will help your position once it comes out that you do have her. I don’t think Millard is going to let it go. You took his daughter, Drake.”

  “I followed his law. If he isn’t willing to change the Gathering then he has to live by the rules also. No fair treatment.”

  “The meeting is set for tonight. His place again.”

  “What time?”

  “Ten.”

  “I’ll be there.” Drake hung up and turned. Nelly stood in the room. “Is she okay?”

  “I’m going to fix some broth.”

  Drake nodded. “I’ll go up and check on the fever.”

  He brushed past her, only to stop when she spoke. “I’m sorry I questioned you about her. I see it now that you care deeply for her.”

  Drake turned his head, meeting Nelly in the eyes. “I love her Nelly, and I thought I’d never love anyone ever.”

  Nelly smiled. “I know you do, Drake. It shows in your eyes.”

  Drake lowered his head and left the room. He took the stairs two at a time. Natasha was in the center of the bed, the blanket up to her chin. He saw her shiver, went over to the bed, sat down, and touched her forehead with the back of his hand. She was still hot.

 

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