Claiming Bite

by Silvia Violet

  “Please.”

  He drizzled lube onto the vibrator and then pushed it into me slowly. I tried to pull away, but he used a clawed hand to hold my hips down. It was so easy for him to control my body. He hardly needed the restraints. He was even stronger than I’d imagined a shifter would be. He pressed the vibrator deeper until I was sure I couldn’t hold back.

  “Please, no! I’m going to come.”

  He yanked the vibrator from my body then, leaving me empty, the echo of the vibrations still sizzling through me. I panted, gasping, begging my body not to tip over the edge. I was so close that if he touched me anywhere, I would likely come. I didn’t want to disappoint him.

  “I want to be good,” I sobbed.

  He stroked my face, my neck, my shoulder as tears slid down my cheeks. “You are good. This is new to us. I keep forgetting that as a human you don’t understand our world. I asked too much of you, but now I’m fixing it by giving you what you need.”

  “You’re punishing me.”

  “Or am I pleasuring you? I’m not sure you know anymore. Neither do I.”

  “I… I need you. Please. Please don’t be angry with me. Please don’t ever leave me.”

  “Emerson.”

  He said my name with such intensity, such emotion. It stilled all my panic. I looked up at him and saw that his eyes had shifted. “I will never leave you. You are mine and I am yours. We’re mates.”

  I felt like it was his wolf speaking to me. That should scare me but it didn’t. I’d met his wolf now, touched him. He’d been gentle, warm and soft and oddly vulnerable.

  “Please take me, King.”

  “Not yet. I need you to endure more for me. I need more tears.”

  I took a shaky breath. “Yes, Sir. I’ll give you what you need.”

  I felt unreal, like I was floating outside of myself. But then, nothing had seemed quite real since Brady had kicked me out.

  “What do you long for, Emerson? What did you fantasize about when you imagined being dominated?”

  I licked my lips. Could I really tell him that? “I… um… I imagined being spanked, whipped. I imagined being used roughly, having my ass stretched. I imagined hurting until I could completely let go.”

  He smiled as he pushed my hair from my face. “That’s exactly what I want from my submissive. You’re perfect for me.”

  I could feel the truth of his words, and when he slicked up his fingers and pushed two of them into my ass, I knew that no matter how many more times he brought me to the peak and forced me to fall back down, I would take it because he was also perfect for me.

  16

  King

  Feeling the tight, hot grip of Emerson’s passage squeeze my fingers was almost as hot as watching him writhe and struggle. As I added another finger, stretching him, working them deep into his body, I felt his tension ease, as if something in him had finally let go and fully surrendered.

  My wolf made a warm, contented sound inside me. He was relaxed despite my fierce state of arousal. As I curled my fingers and brushed Emerson’s prostate, making him jump and cry out, I knew it wasn’t just fate binding us together. I loved this man. I would choose him, whether he was fated for me or not, because he fit with me. It didn’t matter that he was human. It didn’t matter that he was inexperienced with all the wicked things I enjoyed. He was mine, and I was ready stop fighting that. He belonged by my side.

  I pulled out and then slowly pushed back, working in my pinky along with the rest of my fingers. Emerson gasped. “Oh God, are you? That’s… It hurts.”

  “I’m stretching you, seeing how much you can take.”

  Emerson shook his head. “I don’t think I can—”

  “It’s not your job to think. It’s your job to take what I give. If I want this to hurt, then it will.”

  “Yes, Sir. I just—” I slapped the tender flesh of his inner thigh, and he cried out, the sound nearly a sob. I wanted him sobbing, I wanted him unable to hold back from begging, pleading with me to give him relief.

  I pushed a little deeper, twisting my hand and working him further open. He was panting, his whole body tense. “You can take this for me.”

  I pressed just a tiny bit deeper. I wouldn’t go any further, not now, but I liked that he was afraid I would. He needed more work, more stretching before he could take my whole hand. I wouldn’t risk tearing him. But we would explore more later. His cock was just as hard as it had been when I’d started. He was loving being stretched, even as he protested.

  I pulled back and then pressed three fingers in again, deep enough to massage his prostate until he was begging to be able to come with tears pouring down his cheeks. “Can’t hold back. The ring won’t stop it. I can’t.”

  I yanked my fingers from his body, and he arched up his hips toward me.

  “I don’t think you know if you want me to stop or to keep going.”

  “I don’t.”

  I ran my fingers up and down his inner thigh. “You’re so close, aren’t you? You need me, but who’s in control here?”

  “You.”

  “That’s right. I’m in control of you, of what you feel.”

  He opened his eyes and looked at me as I held his gaze.

  “Is that what you need?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  His pupils were blown, his gaze unfocused. He was so deep into subspace, I couldn’t even be sure he knew what he was saying.

  “Do you think you’ve learned your lesson?”

  He nodded frantically. “Yes, Sir. Please.”

  “Then get ready. This is going to hurt.” I unsnapped the cock ring and tossed it aside. He gasped and shifted on the bed.

  “Please. Can I?”

  I wanted this orgasm to be intense, deliberate. I wanted him to feel all the tension and pain of it being held back for so long. I squirted some lube into my hand and wrapped my fingers around his shaft. “You can come after I start working you. Don’t hold back. I want to hear and see all of your agony.”

  I pumped his cock with firm, quick strokes. He moaned and whimpered, bucking his hips and trying his best to fuck my fist. “Oh fuck. I feel it. I’m scared, I don’t think I can—”

  “Do not hold back, or next time I’ll make you wait twice as long.”

  He whined, but he kept working his hips, and I kept stroking him. “Come for me. Let it go.”

  He cried out, the sound like a howl from a wounded wolf. Cum shot from him with such force I was surprised it didn’t land on the headboard. As his body spasmed again and again, he sobbed, but he never stopped working his hips. I stroked him until I’d drained every last drop of his seed. Then I reached for the fastenings of my pants and jerked them open as fast as I could. It took only a few pumps of my shaft before I was coming too. My cum splashed on him, marking him and mixing with his own.

  “Look at me,” I ordered when I’d caught my breath enough to speak.

  His eyes fluttered open.

  “Thank me for giving you what you need.”

  He drew a shaky breath as he stared at me.

  “Emerson?” I knew I’d pushed him hard. I hoped I hadn’t gone too far.

  “That was the most incredible thing ever.”

  Mate. Mine. My wolf was happier than he’d been in a long time.

  I used my thumbs to wipe the tears from Emerson’s face. “You are the most incredible thing that’s ever happened to me. I love you, Emerson. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

  His eyes drifted closed again, and he answered with only a small murmur. Had he heard me? Now wasn’t the time to push to find out. He needed to be cleaned up and held. “I’m going to release you and then get a washcloth to clean you up.”

  I freed him from the cuffs and helped him reposition himself on his side. He curled up and I laid a cover over him before hurrying to the bathroom. When I returned, I cleaned him up as quickly as I could. It would have been better to shower, but he was so tired that I’d worry about that in the morning. Right
now I needed to be wrapped around him with his skin against mine. I tossed the washcloth in the direction of the bathroom and climbed into bed, then pulled up the covers and spooned around him.

  He sighed and pressed back against me. Nothing had felt this right in a very long time.

  The next day, I couldn’t bear to be separated from my mate. And Emerson seemed just as content to stay by my side. We slept late and had breakfast in bed. Then I worked from home, while he curled up on the sofa in my office and amused himself playing games on his phone and reading. He spent some time kneeling by my side so I could run my fingers through his hair and he could nuzzle me. He might be human, but he seemed to have the same instinct for comforting touch that a wolf would.

  It turned out Damian had been right about Bernice. In exchange for assurance that I would protect her hold over the casinos in the area, ones where her family made sure the house always won, she agreed to support me. I learned that the Crown family had been trying to move in on her territory, causing trouble at the casino and threatening to ensure she couldn’t get the permits she needed.

  While I didn’t love everything that went on at her establishments, they were far less harmful than the lines of business the lion shifters preferred. It was a bargain I was very willing to make, and it put me in a solid position to retain control of the council.

  That evening, I needed to check on my businesses, and Emerson came with me. I enjoyed snuggling with him in the back of my limo. I left him with my driver, Tanya, while I checked on a couple of restaurants, a bar, and a tamer dance club I ran that was open to humans. I decided it wasn’t the day I wanted to introduce him to our escort service. When we reached Tooth and Claw, I took his hand and pulled him from the car. “I’ll be staying here a while, and I want you with me.”

  “That’s exactly where I want to be,” Emerson said, smiling up at me. I cupped his face and kissed him, not pulling away until we were both starved for air. I noticed Tanya watching, and she blushed. “Excuse me, sir. I’m just not used to you making such a display in public.”

  I realized many of the people waiting in line to get into Tooth and Claw had also enjoyed watching me kiss my mate. I was usually far more discreet. I shouldn’t even have Emerson here, since I didn’t want the Crown family knowing he meant anything to me, but if I hadn’t brought him with me, I’d have spent the whole night longing for him.

  “Apparently this is what happens when a man finds his mate.” Emerson laughed as I took his hand and pulled him toward the private entrance.

  “I like you like this.”

  “Like what?” I asked.

  “Open, happy, warm.”

  “I’m not—”

  “Just enjoy it. Enjoy being together.”

  I sighed. “I am. I’m enjoying it so much I can’t be apart from you even when I should be.”

  We walked through the bottom floor of the club rather than going directly to my office. I trusted my security, but I always liked to see how things were going for myself. There were different vibes depending on the crowd that had come that night. Tonight’s felt good, comfortable. There were plenty of people dancing, a good crowd at the bar. I didn’t feel any tension in the air. Plenty of couples were using darkened corners, and when I checked in with one of my security team, I saw that most of the private rooms were currently full. “Any trouble tonight?”

  “No, sir. It’s been fairly quiet.”

  As we passed by the bar and headed to the door that would lead upstairs, I thought about that first night, about the certainty that I had to save Emerson from doing something he would later regret. But would he eventually regret me? Mate bond or not, it didn’t mean he wouldn’t resent some of what being with me entailed. I’d try my best to make sure that didn’t happen.

  When we reached my office, I needed to make a few calls I’d neglected during the day as well as go over the week’s financial figures. But even though I’d been with Emerson all day, with the exception of the kiss when we’d gotten out of the car, I’d only touched him for closeness and comfort. That kiss had hardened my cock so fast it hurt, and it hadn’t gone down since. Emerson’s scent seemed to take over my office. I wasn’t going to be able to concentrate on accounting spreadsheets unless I did something about my need for him. I took his arm and pulled him back out the door. We walked down the hall until we reached the open area that overlooked the dance floor, the place where I’d first seen him.

  “Stand at the railing.” Emerson looked like he was about to question me. “You have two seconds to do as I said.”

  He made a small squeak as he raced to the railing and clasped his hands around it.

  “I see you’re learning the consequences of defying me.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  I placed my hands just inside of his as I pressed the length of my body against his. I worked my hips, letting my erection press against the crease of his ass. He sucked in his breath and tilted his hips just enough to increase the friction. “I could take you right here, where anyone who looked up could see us. I could make you stand here, keeping your hands tight on the railing while I drove my cock into you. You’d have to face everyone, knowing they could look up any time, knowing you’re being taken, used, marked by me. I might go so slow they wouldn’t even realize what’s happening, or I might drive into you hard and fast so you couldn’t stay still. Would you like that?”

  “You… you can do whatever you want with me, Sir.”

  “I know I can, but I want to know if you would like it, being displayed like that?”

  I nuzzled his neck where I could feel his pulse racing under my lips. I knew he was wondering if I would really do it. I didn’t want to draw any more attention to us than I already had tonight, but once I had the council stabilized, I’d be more than happy to claim him anywhere. He was mine and I could have him however I wanted.

  “I’d be embarrassed. I wouldn’t want them to see me when I couldn’t hide how much I needed it, but I would do it for you if it’s what you want.”

  I growled against his neck, running my teeth along the corded muscle. He held himself stiff, probably wondering if I would bite him. Not yet. I wanted this danger from Leon settled. Then I could fully concentrate on claiming my mate. “One day soon, I’m going to bind us together forever as mates. Then I’ll sink my fangs into your neck as I fuck you so you bear my mate mark.”

  Emerson shivered and worked his hips back against me. “Please.”

  “Please, what?”

  “Everything. Anything.”

  I laughed, feeling like the luckiest wolf on earth. “Back to my office.”

  His eyes were wide with lust as he looked at me. I slapped his ass to encourage him to move. Once we were in my office, I closed the door and sank into the leather chair behind my desk. “I want your mouth on me,” I said as I spread my legs and then lowered my zipper.

  Emerson fell to his knees in front of my chair and wrapped a hand around my cock.

  I took hold of his wrist. “Hands behind your back. Mouth only.”

  His eyes widened, but he did as I said. Then he ran his tongue up the underside of my dick before taking it in his mouth and bobbing his head up and down as he sucked. I pushed my hands into his hair. “Let me control it.”

  He relaxed and I moved his head up and down, groaning as his lips slid along my shaft. “Look up at me.”

  He did, and I smiled down at him. “I love the way your throat feels. I love the way you let me fuck deep into you. I want you to take all of me now. Do you trust me?”

  He gave the slightest inclination of his head, and I pulled him all the way onto my cock, holding him until he choked and sputtered, but letting him go well before he ran out of air.

  I caressed his cheek as he gulped in ragged breaths. “So good. You know exactly what I need.”

  I took hold of his head again and pulled him back onto me, but the security radio on my desk chirped, interrupting us. “Mr. King, we have a disturbance on the first floor.
We could use your help.”

  It was Grayson, one of my most trusted guards. Normally I would’ve rushed to check out what was going on, but I didn’t want to leave Emerson. I picked up the radio, pressing the button so I could speak. “I’m not available now. But Bryce and Storm are here. Call for them.”

  Emerson was looking at me, worry on his face.

  “It’s okay. My brothers will take care of it. Now open your mouth.” He did as he was told, and I pulled him back onto my cock.

  A few seconds later, I heard shouts in the hall. I recognized Bryce’s voice and Grayson’s. Then the door to my office flew back, nearly coming off the hinges. Emerson gasped and pulled away from me as I growled, my wolf coming to the surface.

  One of the lion shifters who’d tried to lure Emerson away stood in the door. Bryce and Grayson were right after him followed by Roc, another of my security guards.

  I pushed at Emerson’s shoulder, maneuvering him under my desk with one hand while I quickly zipped up. “Stay here.”

  I let my wolf go. Claws sprang from my hands and my teeth lengthened. I rushed the lion before he had a chance to react. My claws dug into his throat and I pinned him against the wall. “How dare you come here?”

  Warm blood ran down his neck. He squirmed but couldn’t get away without my claws piercing him deeper.

  I heard someone speaking, but I couldn’t make out the words. There was a roar in my ears, and my wolf was demanding I rip the lion’s throat out. He needed to pay for daring to interrupt me and my mate.

  “King, please. Don’t kill him. It’ll just make it worse.”

  Emerson’s voice broke through the fog of my mind.

  Why did he sound so close? He should be under the desk.

  A hand tugged on my arm. I glanced down. It was Emerson. “Let him go. They’ve got him.” I blinked and realized Grayson and Roc had the lion’s arms.

  “They can hold him. Let him go,” Bryce told me.

  “Please,” Emerson begged.

  My mate was right. If I killed this man, it would ruin everything I’d been trying to accomplish. He hadn’t actually harmed anyone, not yet.