by Jenika Snow
He lowered his head and latched onto one of her nipples. Moving his tongue around her areola before sucking the taut peak in his mouth, she trembled and he took her flesh harder. He alternated to the other breast, sucked, licked, and nipped until both of her nipples were wet from his saliva, and hard and red from his mouth. But her little pants and soft mewls for more wouldn’t stop him from escalating this.
“As much as I want to take you right here, I need you in a bed when I slide my dick into your pussy.” He ran his canines over her neck, felt her pulse beat beneath his tongue. “I want you spread out completely for me. I want to see every fucking part of your body.” He leaned forward, and placed his mouth right on hers again. “And when I slide my cock into your hot little cunt, I want to see how far you stretch for me,” he murmured against her lips.
He pulled away, wrapped his hand around her throat, and bared his teeth. “I’m in control.” He ran his tongue along her bottom lip, but kept his hold on her neck loose. This wasn’t about frightening her, but about dominating her. He was the alpha and she was his mate. The scent of her pussy becoming wetter filled his nose and he nearly let his eyes roll back in his head from the pleasure of it. “You already gave me that power, didn’t you?” Burying his face in the crook of her neck he inhaled deeply. Yes, she was his, and they were just getting started.
“Yes,” she moaned.
He placed his hand right over her pussy, through the material of her thin pants, and pulled back to look into her face again. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was slightly opened as she breathed in and out heavily. “This is mine, Honey.” He added pressure between her thighs. “You are mine.”
Slowly she opened her eyes, and her lust was so strong that her pupils were fully dilated.
“I meant it when I said I would kill anyone that fucks with you. I may have just found you, but you and I both know how dangerous a mated male is.”
She nodded slowly.
This conversation may not be the best thing to say right before claiming her, but then again he couldn’t help it. She needed to know. “I want to be inside of you so badly right now. I want to slide my cock deep into your pussy, feel you clench around me, and have your wetness slide down the length of my dick.”
She sighed heavily. “You have a filthy mouth on you, Logan.”
Yeah he did. “And when you think I can’t possibly go any deeper, I’ll push that last inch far inside of you until there isn’t any part of your pussy that I’m not touching.”
“Oh. God. Logan” She licked her lips and lifted her hips, causing his hand to press farther into her. He felt her wetness through her pants, and it was maddening.
“These need to come off, baby.” He grabbed onto the edge of her pants and pulling them down her legs. She lifted her ass up to help him, and once her pants and panties were off he stared down at her pussy. There was a trimmed thatch of black hair covering her mound, but he knew her pussy lips were bare and smooth and tasted like heaven.
“I wish you’d be with me already.”
Oh, he was going to, but the buildup was nearly as pleasurable as the act itself. “I am going to fuck you so hard, mark you up so much, that there won’t be a doubt in anyone’s fucking mind on who you belong to.” This time he took her mouth brutally, their lips pressing so hard together circulation was cut off and their teeth clashed against one another. He rotated his hand so he could press his thumb to her clit. Logan rubbed the obscenely swollen nub back and forth. She writhed against him, held onto his biceps with an unyielding force, and curled her nails into his flesh. He needed to stop this foreplay torture and fuck her already. But he needed to taste her again. The memory of her cream on his tongue was addicting.
Pulling back so he could look down at her, all he could think was that she was all his. Logan stared at her for a few seconds, and then leaned down and ran his tongue along her lips. He grabbed her waist and shifted her on the couch so she was now lying on it. A moan left her, and before she could suck in another lungful of air he was moving until his face was at the junction between her thighs. The lips of her pink cunt beckoned him, had his cock throbbing, and pre-cum slipping from the tip. He ran his tongue first along her left inner thigh, then moved to her right.
“Logan, please.” Honey had her hands in his hair, and tugged at the strands forcefully.
“Christ, baby, you have no idea what it does to me to hear you beg.” He latched his mouth right over her pussy. He sucked and licked at her, not adding a lot of pressure, but enough that she was pleading for more. Leaning back to look at her again, he reached between his legs and rubbed his cock through his jeans. The swell of her ass was generous and had his hands itching to grip the cheeks and squeeze the hell out of them. He pressed a finger on either side of her pussy and pulled the lips apart, exposing her. A guttural groan left him and he attacked her pink flesh like a starving male. The musky, sweet smell and flavor of his mate exploded on his tongue. He licked, sucked, and bit at her flesh harder.
The sounds she made were making him insane, were having his wolf and bear become more dominant, more aggressive. The image of marking every inch of her flesh and having her dig her nails into his back swamped him in imaginary euphoria. He fucked her pussy with his tongue, slid it in and out continuously until he sensed her climax approaching. Flattening his tongue once more and slowly dragging it up her cleft, Logan sucked her clit in his mouth at the same time he thrust one, and then two of his fingers into her clenching body. Her pussy gripped those digits in rhythmic pulls, and he sucked on the hard bundle of nerves at the top of her mound with increasing force. It didn’t take long for her to explode in ecstasy.
Even though Honey was tugging at his hair forcefully, Logan didn’t stop his ministrations. He was so turned on that he started pressing his cock into the couch, thrusting against the cushion to try and ease his own raging desire. But it made it worse. His animals roared out inside of him. The scent of her climax filled the room, and every part of him was on fire.
“Take me to the bedroom, Logan.” Her eyes were wide, and her cheeks were red from her orgasm. “Unless you plan on fucking me right here in my living room.”
He had her in his arms as soon as the words left her mouth. Her face was in the crook of his neck and the small, heated puffs of her breath moved along his flesh. She whispered where her room was, and once he was inside with the door closed behind them, he was striding to her bed and laying her down on the center of it. “Lie back with your legs spread as wide as you can get them, Honey. I want to see how wet your pussy is for me.”
Her chest rose and fell quickly, but she did what he said without any hesitation. A deep noise left him in pleasure that his mate obeyed instantly. When she placed her feet flat on the bed and spread her legs wide, Logan ran a hand over his mouth and watched her pussy lips part, exposing her inner labia and the deeper pink shading of them. Her clit was hard and protruding, and the crack of her ass and roundness of her cheeks called out to him. For a moment all he did was stare at her, at the pussy that was his and no one else’s.
“Honey, you are mine, your body is mine, and no one will ever touch you again but me.” He looked at her face, and held her gaze with his own. Maybe the whole alpha cave-man shit wasn’t what some females liked, and maybe it would piss off his mate, but there was no going around it. Logan Teairry was a hybrid shifter, an alpha on all accounts, and this was his mate. There would be no other for him, and the same went for her.
“I know.” She was a true submissive in every way, but he also knew that the submission she so freely gave him right now wasn’t how it would always be. Out of the bedroom she was headstrong, and stubborn. But he liked that, like that this little badger shifter had attitude. It made things interesting. But when they were in the bedroom he was the one that had control, and it was very clear she understood that.
Chapter Six
Honey had never been this turned on before in her entire life. She was on her bed naked, her legs spread, a
nd Logan was staring at her like he was barely hanging on to his control. All she could think about was pushing him further. He gripped the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head. The lights weren’t on, but shifters could see well in the dark, and every hard ridge, dip, and bulge of his muscles was shown in startling clarity. He was so very big. Tall and hard in all the right places, he was the epitome of masculinity, and he was hers. Submitting to him was easy and pleasurable in every possible way, and she found that her badger didn’t want to fight either. She wanted this male to do all the wicked things he promised her.
“Turn around and get on your hands and knees.” He went for his belt, and when that was removed he undid his button and pulled down the zipper of his jeans. “You’re about to be claimed in the way only true mates do.”
The sight of even more hard flesh being revealed transfixed Honey.
“I’m clean, I can smell you are too, and on the pill.” He moved one step closer to her, his chest rising and falling with his increased breathing. “Mate, I am going to fill you up with my cum until it slides out of your pussy and soaks the bed.”
A gasp left her and she curled her hands into the sheets. She was wet, almost embarrassingly so, and the feel of her arousal sliding down the crack of her ass had her shifting. But a low growl from Logan had her stilling. He stood before her just as naked as she was, and Honey took in every gloriously male inch of him. His chest was hairless, which only seemed to accent his muscles even further. And God, his shaft was the biggest one she had ever seen. Thicker and longer than she thought would fit inside of her comfortably.
“On your hands and knees, female, and present yourself to your mate.” He sounded like an animal, rough and distorted.
Honey was definitely no virgin, but damn, his cock would make any female feel apprehensive. She did as he asked and looked over her shoulder. Holding her breath as he stalked forward, her pussy became even wetter.
When he was on the bed and positioned behind her, the heat that came from his body could have scorched her skin. It was a heady and intoxicating sensation, but not as much as when he brought his open palm down on her ass with enough force that the sting had a cry leaving her. Blood rushed to the surface of the erotically abused area. He continued to spank her over and over again, heating her flesh from the inside out. Her ass jiggled with each slap, and he grunted out the most deliciously filthy words.
“I’m going to shove my dick so far inside of you, baby.” He gripped her waist. “You’ll only be able to feel me from now on, only be able to think about what your mate does to you.” He rubbed the spot he had been spanking, soothing the pain and mixing it with pleasure. When he pressed his hips forward she felt the hard length of him settle between her legs. Honey forced herself to keep her eyes open. His cock felt hot, and she wanted to feel that heat deep inside of her body. “I’m going to fuck my mate until there is no doubt in her pretty little head that she belongs to me.” He brushed the strands of hair that had fallen from her bun off her neck. Her heart beat hard and fast because she knew why he was doing that, knew that he was going to mark her. “Once my cock is in you, my scent covers your skin, and my mark is on that gorgeous neck of yours, everyone will know that you are mine.” He moved his hand between their bodies and his knuckles brushed along her sensitive, soaked flesh.
He positioned the thick, bulbous head of his erection at the entrance of her body, but didn’t thrust in right away. Instead he held very still, and the only sound Honey could hear was her pulse in her ears and the way he breathed harshly. “Ask me for it, beg your mate to finally claim you.”
Honey looked over her shoulder again, saw his dark eyes watching her, and heard the rumble of his animals as he spoke.
“Claim me, Logan.”
With his cockhead nudging at the entrance of her pussy, his hands on her waist, and his claws digging into the flesh, she knew that this wasn’t going to be the kind of sex she was used to. The males she had been with in the past had been gentler, easy in the way they touched her. This was the real deal, a mate taking what was his, and this coupling would be fucking intense. In one move he pushed his length into her. It wasn’t slow, wasn’t meant to be soft and easy. Being with Logan and hearing his declarations that no one else was to think, look, or touch her, had the feminine part of her warm and fuzzy, pliant. He might have pushed right into her pussy, but he did it with a consistent, even thrust. It was one of ownership.
The pain of being stretched by his size had her eyes watering, but that discomfort morphed into pleasure with each passing second. The clench of her inner muscles around his dick had a gasp leaving her. Logan didn’t move inside of her, instead held very still. His balls were pressed right up against her slick flesh. There was this low sound that left him. It speared into her, created this delicious vibration to every one of her erogenous zones, and had her nearly begging him to start moving.
“Christ, Honey.” He slid his hand up the center of her back, gripped the nape of her neck, and tightened his hold slightly “I’m going to fuck you so damn hard.” And with that he started pulling out of her, and then pushed back in. He did this continuously at an agonizingly slow pace. She curled her hands into the sheets and bit her lip until the taste of her blood filled her mouth. Logan started pushing into her harder and pulling out of her faster. Soon beads of sweat covered her skin and her throat grew dry.
“Logan,” she moaned out and closed her eyes.
“That’s it. Fuck, that is so it, baby.” She didn’t respond because she knew he was talking to himself, but Honey wouldn’t have been able to say anything anyway. Her throat was tight and dry, her pulse racing. She was high on her arousal, and all conscious thought left her. The faster and harder he pumped into her, the higher her orgasm climbed. And when Logan moved the hand that wasn’t holding her neck around to rub her clit back and forth.
Honey couldn’t hold off the inevitable. She came hard, bit her lip, and tasted the metallic flavor of blood as her skin broke open. But Honey didn’t care because stars flashed in front of her eyes, her head grew hazy, and the promise of collapsing was a very real threat. Before her ecstasy even waned Logan pulled out of her, causing a startled cry of being empty to leave her.
He flipped her around a second later, grabbed both of her wrists in one of his huge hands and placed them above her head. He said in a very deep voice, “Keep them there.” Logan positioned his cock back at her entrance, but this time he didn’t shove right into her, but instead slowly penetrated her inch by thick inch. When the root of his cock bumped her clit sparks of electricity slammed into her. He didn’t give her body time to become accustomed to his size again, just started fucking her in the way he had promised.
The expression on his face was fierce and filled with pleasure. Beads of sweat lined his forehead, trailed down his temple, and landed on her chest. It was like water on a hot skillet as it hit her skin.
Yes, she was going to get off again. “I’m going to come.” She gasped when he bumped her G-spot. He grunted as she clenched her pussy around his erection. He slowed his thrusting, as if torturing her pleasured him. He let go of her wrists, placed his hands on her inner thighs, close to her ass, and pushed her legs up and pressed them to her chest. Muscles that she didn’t even know she had protested from the act, but it had him going even deeper inside of her. Curling her nails into her palm until she felt pain spear up her arms, Honey had never needed to come more than she did right now.
He slammed his cock inside of her so hard she had to wrap her hands around the slats of the headboard so she could stay stationed. Over and over he did this, hitting something deep inside that had sparks of pleasure filling her. He was bent over her, running his elongated incisors over her neck, down her collarbones, and latched his mouth on her nipple.
Logan bit at her flesh, caused a cry of agony and ecstasy to leave her, and then licked the hurt away. He did this multiple times, started sucking at the bite marks, drawing the blood up and then draggi
ng his tongue over her brand. Honey wanted to come, was almost there again, but his languished thrusting had her on the precipice of going over the ledge of ecstasy. Moving his teeth and tongue back up the same path, he took root at the base of her throat, right where her shoulder and neck met. And then he started fucking her.
“Now, Honey, now I want you to come all over my cock.”
That was all it took for her to get off again. She arched her head back, closed her eyes, and let out the noise she had been holding inside. It didn’t matter that she was loud, because Logan was vocal in his pleasure, too. As her ecstasy grew to that toe-numbing peak, she felt the flash of burning pain when Logan finally marked her. The feel of his incisors sliding into the tender spot at her shoulder, the way he slammed into her, rotating his hips against her clit, was a plethora of sensation. This male had ruined her for all others, but, she had no intentions of being with anyone else.
He pulled his mouth away from her, and she saw the smear of her blood on his bottom lip. Logan captured his mouth with hers. While still kissing her, Logan started thrusting into her again. He stilled on the third thrust and groaned out as he filled her with his cum.
The fact she felt him swell even further, felt the way his monstrously hard body shook atop hers, and heard the deep sounds he made of pleasure, was almost enough to send her into another orgasm. But seconds later he started breathing easier, and his body grew less taut above her. When his weight almost became too much to bear he rolled off of her and laid beside her on the bed. He moved his hands across her skin, gentle and soft, and all she could do was stare at him in this post-blissful euphoria. After several seconds he leaned down and kissed her head. The bathroom was in the hallway, and she watched as he climbed off the bed, his muscular, hard body moving out of the room and into the bathroom. Honey stared at the ceiling, feeling deliciously sore in all the right places, but exhausted, too.
