“Silence.” The sharp command was delivered with an even sharper slap against her plump rump.
“Bachar!” Her voice quivered as she looked at him. It quivered with need and want.
“There are two things that you are to learn this afternoon, Sally Wilder.” He climbed on the bed behind her. She could feel the heat of his body as he snuggled up against her. His naked lower half pressed against hers, as hard and heavy as she had ever felt him. “First, you will learn that a mate does not disobey her lion.”
Sally remembered the words he’d spoken when he had first gone in search of her brother and later when she was still in the hospital.
His hands settled on the orbs of her ass, kneading the fluffy flesh. “In days past, a mate of a lion, especially that of the alpha, would be brought to the public square where her mate would deliver twelve blows to her backside.”
“Wait. Are there people watching now?” Sally tried to wiggle out from beneath him. There was no way in hell he was going to spank her with an audience.
“Stay still.” His hands gripped her hips and held her in place.
“Bachar,” she began, her voice holding a strident note that even an alpha lion should know to heed.
He leaned over her, caging her in with his arms and body. “Do you think I would allow anyone, much less another male to gaze upon your naked body?”
“I’m not naked, Bachar. And I don’t want anyone to watch you spank me.”
“You’re not naked yet, Albi.” He rose above her again, and she felt the sharp edge of one of his claws as he slashed through her dress.
“Bachar!” Again, her voice rose with indignation, and again he ignored it, giving two more slices with his hand until the dress fell from her body. He snatched it away before she could grab hold of it and use the remnants for some type of cover. She had worn no bra, and he growled. “Why do you walk around half naked in front of my men?”
“I—I don’t.” Her voice quivered because his cock was pressed against the exposed slit of her cunt, hot, hard and throbbing.
“Mmm.” Was his only answer. “And now these.” His hand clenched around the fabric of her panties and gave a mighty tug. The satin gave a rendering sound that made her pussy quiver. “So much better,” he growled as his hands rubbed along her thighs
Bachar felt dizzy as he gazed down his mate’s perfect body. Her ass was heavy and heart-shaped. Perfection. All it needed was a little color.
He drew back his hand and slapped it against her right cheek. She jerked but didn’t pull away. In fact, her hips ululating as if trying to find his hand. Again, he smacked her. She groaned into the mattress, her fists clenched beneath her. He knew her nipples would be hard and aching, just like her clit. He raised his other hand and landed a blow across her left cheek. His dick throbbed between his legs. He wanted to slam inside her, fuck her until they were both raw and sated.
But first…
He gave each check three more strokes, enjoying the moans she made, the scent of her desire filling the air around him.
“Do you promise not to disobey me ever again?”
When she didn’t answer right away, he grew concerned. Her breathing was labored, and he cursed himself for doing this today. The doctor had given her a clean bill of health, but perhaps this had been too much, too soon.
Damn his lack of control. “Sally.” He was just about to move away and turn her over to when he heard her voice, low and soft.
“I can’t promise that, Bachar. You are very old-fashioned in some respects, and I’m a strong, independent woman. I don’t want to disappoint you.”
“Oh, baby, you could never disappoint me.” He turned her on her back, leaning over her. “And I didn’t mean to frighten you just now.”
“You didn’t,” she hastily reassured him. “It’s just that, these last few weeks have been wonderful.”
She didn’t need to say anything else. He heard the doubt in her voice and cursed himself. He laid down beside her and drew her into his arms, pushing back the dark covering of hair from her face. “First, let me make it perfectly clear that you can never be a disappointment. But also let me make if perfectly clear that if you do something foolish again—”
“Like getting kidnapped?” she interrupted him. “Hardly, my fault.”
Bachar gave a deep growl. “Do something foolish enough as to disobey—”
She interrupted him again. “Disobey? Sure you want to use that word, big boy?”
“Shut up and let me finish, woman.”
“Okay.” She blinked up at him with wide eyes, and he cursed again.
“If you ever do anything as foolish as disobey me when it comes to your safety and wellbeing, I will bend you over my knee and in front of the entire pride and any other damn shifters I can find. Do I make myself perfectly clear, mate?” He gripped the back of her head and brought her face close.
“Yes, Alpha.” She breathed the words and then licked her lips.
“Damn it, Sally.”
“What?” She licked her lips again, knowing exactly what it did to him to see her full, red lips like that. “I agreed with you.”
“On your knees.”
It gave his ego a jolt when she obeyed him readily. “Are you going to spank me again?” She looked back over her shoulder that spark in her eyes that had been missing for the last few weeks back again.
“Do you think you deserve it?”
“Well, maybe.” She gave a little coltish flutter of her lashes.
He threw back his head and laughed. His life had taken such a sharp, ninety degree turn that he was still a little dazed by it. Dazed by the passion and love he felt for this woman. For his mate.
He placed his palms on her reddened skin, rubbing slightly. He knew even that touch was somewhat painful but still sensual. Without giving her time to prepare he slapped his hand across her right cheek, then her left. She groaned and pressed her shoulders into the mattress, pushing her ass against his hands. He gave a hiss as he pulled her buttocks apart, exposing her to his gaze. Her pussy was now almost as bright red as her ass cheeks, she was so aroused.
“Do you want me to fuck you now, Albi?”
“Yes, yes,” she almost screamed. “I need you now.”
“You are so beautiful.” He slid one finger through her juices before placing it in his mouth, licking it clean. “And you taste so damn good.”
Unable to hold off another moment, he bent down and put his mouth on her.
“Bachar!” His name was a sound filled with need and desperation, and she melted under his tongue. Soon he had her twisting and panting. He ran his tongue over her opening, sucking up the nectar that was dripping from her body. Over and over, he licked her, gathering every intoxicating drop. He then lowered his touch until his tongue slid over the swollen bud of her clit. He lingered there, rubbing against it with his tongue, much as he would his finger. Her hips bucked and he tightened his grip, pinning her in place as he loved her with his tongue.
Sensing she was near, he drew the battered bud into his mouth and sucked. That was all it took for her orgasm to overtake her, and she was crying out into the pillow.
But he wasn’t done with his little mate. He slowed his movements, leisurely gathering the dew from her body. When her breathing had slowed, he covered her body with his. He pushed the hair back from her neck, exposing the place where he would place his mate mark. He placed a kiss on her shoulder, then moved along her back, before kissing the length of her spine. When he reached the mountains of her hips, he spread her cheeks apart again, loving her until she was on the brink of coming once more, whimpering his name. The sound tore at him. He placed another long line of open-mouthed kisses along her spine before gathering her close in his arms.
“Sally Wilder, will you do me the honor of becoming my mate?” He knew by rights all he had to do was sink his teeth into her shoulder, take her, fuck her, and she would be his. But he needed her to know that this was her choice. More importantly, th
at it was his choice. He choose her.
“Bachar.” She twisted in his arms, and he allowed her to turn around.
“I love you, Sally. I want you to be my mate, my wife. The mother of my children.”
“Oh, Bachar.” She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him close. His mouth found hers and their tongues tangled.
“Say it,” he growled.
“Say what?”
He growled again. “You are spending much too much time with Keair. It is not safe to tease the lion. Now say it.”
“I love you.”
“Go on.”
“I want to be your mate.”
“Good girl, now what else?”
“I want to be your wife?”
“Why does that sound like a question?”
“Because you’re all growly.”
“Sally.”
“And I can’t wait to have your babies. Or cubs. Or whatever it is that we’ll have. I love you, Bachar, and I want nothing more than to share the rest of my life with you. Is that what you wanted to hear me say?”
“Yes, yes it is.” That superior smile that she’d come to love so much spread across his face. “Now, there’s just one more thing to do.” A look of almost trepidation entered his eyes.
“Oh, what’s that?” She had a pretty good idea what he had in mind, and her pussy was weeping at the thought of him taking her.
“I need to mate you.” Again, the hesitation. “And I need to mark you.”
“Oh.” While she’d been so caught up with the mating part, she’d kind of hadn’t thought about this part. It involved pain, or that’s what she’d read. But, anything was worth the sacrifice if it meant Bachar would indeed be hers.
“I’m not going to lie to you, Sally. It will hurt.”
She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Okay. I’m prepared for that.”
“You know I would never intentionally hurt you, don’t you?”
She smiled at the expression on his face. He looked just as tense and worried as she felt. “I know. Let’s just get this over with. What do you want me to do?”
“Damn it, Sally, you don’t have to sound like you’re the virgin sacrifice for God’s sake.”
“Sorry. Just nerves.”
“Maybe we need to do this some other time.”
“Nope, you already asked, and I already accepted.” Trying to inject some levity back into the situation, she asked. “And by the way, where’s my ring?”
“Waiting for you back at the hotel. Where I had planned on surprising you this evening.”
“Oops, sorry.”
“I’m not.” He gazed into her eyes. “I am forever grateful that fate sent you to me, Albi.”
He leaned down to kiss her, again the dominant lion that she loved so much. His mouth was hot and passionate, his kiss everything that she could have ever wished for. His cock was a hard, rigid length against her thigh. Without having to be told, she reached for him, stroking the heated flesh until liquid seeped from the slit. She pressed her thumb against that opening, earning herself a growl. He sucked her lower lip into his mouth giving the full flesh a nip with his teeth.
Without him seeming to move at all, she found herself on her stomach, his big body behind hers once again. Without warning, he was inside her, forcing her to take his massive length in one deep thrust. Her fingers gripped the sheet as he started to pound into her, moving inside and out, spearing her with his flesh. His girth stretched her as never before.
“So damn beautiful.” Bachar’s voice was deep and dark as he pulled her back on her knees, his fingers prying her buttocks apart. The move made her pussy lips clasp his cock even tighter. She could only imagine how she looked, her flesh stretched by his size, the dark star of her body fully exposed. He let go of her and fell forward on the one hand. His free hand found the extended nipples of her breasts as they hung down, swinging as she took the almost brutal punishment of his thrusts. He pulled and twisted, ratcheting up her pleasure level.
She cried out when he moved yet again, his hand seeking the warmth between her legs. With unerring accuracy, he found her clit and gave it the same punishing treatment as her nipples. Within seconds, she was calling his name, begging him to finish her off. She felt him shift and prepared herself for the onslaught of sensation she knew he would release inside her.
“Mate.” The whispered word near her ear was unexpected, just as the sharp, swift bite of his fangs into her flesh.
“Bachar!” She twisted beneath him, unsure what she should be feeling. At first, the pain overwhelmed her, and she forgot about everything—the pounding of her cunt, the sweet release that she’d been expecting. Everything, but the pain radiating out from her shoulder. She gasped when it suddenly disappeared, to be replaced by an overwhelming feeling of euphoria. Suddenly, she felt everything. And she did mean everything.
She still felt the sting of pain on her shoulder, but it changed to a sensation that caused her excitement to increase, much as it had when Bachar had pulled on her nipples. She swore she could almost feel the pulse of her blood entering his mouth. She knew she could feel the pulse of his cock as he continued to rock inside her. His strokes were longer now, moving his entire length out before pushing it back inside.
She felt the lick of his tongue on her shoulder and then he was back to the almost punishing pounding of his cock inside her. She was being well and truly fucked.
“My mate.” The words whispered in the air around them as the tension built inside her. Suddenly, she was a spring on the verge of release, and then, she was flying, the only thing anchoring her in place was the feel of him, hot and heavy inside her. The feel of his cum as it swept into her womb.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, her breathing slowed, and her heartbeat returned to normal. He moved as she recovered, lying on his side and pulling her back against him. They were still joined, his body still pulsing inside her. Her pussy still clenching and unclenching around his hard length.
“Wow,” she said.
“Wow, indeed.”
She laughed softly. He sounded like Tarek now, unsure what emotion he should be expressing.
She glanced over her shoulder, and he was there, turning her to face him and staring down at her as if she was the most beautiful, most precious thing in the world.
She cupped his cheek with her hand. “I love you.”
“I love you too, mate.” Bachar bent down and kissed her, placing a soft, yet telling kiss on the lips of the woman he would love for the rest of his life.
A Note from the Author
Thank you so much for choosing to read my story. I know your time is limited and I hope I have provided you with a way to escape your everyday problems for an hour or two. All women, and all men for that matter, deserve to be loved. I write about women who are on the curvy side, maybe a little plain, but always the most beautiful woman in the room… to her mate.
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Books By Marie Mason
DEMON BROTHER’S TRILOGY
You Lucky Witch
A Demon’s Desire
An Angel on a Demon’s Shoulder
HOLIDAY BEARS
Her Holiday Bear
Her Bah Humbug Bear
Her Christmas Bear
THE MCCALL BROTHERS’ TRILOGY
Stranded with the Wolf
Rescued by the Wolf
Saved by the Wolf
THE HOLIDAY BALL
A Wolf’s Claim
A Wolf’s Fate
A Wolf’s Desire
THE BLACKWOOD BROTHERS
Blind Date with a Bear
Paige’s Bossy Bear
Bear and Bear Alike
STAND ALONES
Season of the Wolf
Mate of the Alpha
He’s So Fine
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