by Ruby Shae
She returned his smile, which had been his intention, and he changed the subject.
“How about a movie?” he asked, moving toward the sofa. He hated leaving her standing alone, but he knew she needed a minute. “What’s your favorite?”
“Um, I have a lot of favorites,” she laughed behind him, “and a movie sounds great.”
He sat down on the couch, and surprisingly, she sat right next to him.
After a few minutes of scrolling through the new digital releases, they decided on a fantasy film with a lot of action and a little bit of romance. It was a good choice, but he honestly didn’t care what was on the screen.
He just wanted to spend time with his mate.
A few minutes into the film, he felt Rory’s head on his shoulder, and not long after that, her deep, even breathing let him know she’d fallen asleep. He didn’t mind. He had a feeling she hadn’t slept well in ages, and even if she hadn’t meant to show it, the vulnerable state revealed she trusted him at least a little bit.
Since he couldn’t hug her without waking her up, he linked their fingers together, laid his head against the back of the couch, and closed his eyes. Beneath the surface, his bear growled low in contentment, and the man thoroughly agreed.
He was exactly where he was meant to be.
Chapter Three
Zach woke with a jolt, and quickly surveyed the room.
Loud music blared out of the TV, and the ending credits of the movie scrolled up the screen. Rory was still nuzzled against his shoulder, and even though he didn’t want to break their connection, he gently moved her head away from him so he could lean forward and reach the remote.
Once the TV was silenced, he leaned back and found her staring at him.
“Hi,” she whispered.
“Hi, Princess,” he replied. “I’m sorry I woke you.”
“I’m sorry I fell asleep,” she smiled. “Thank you for staying with me.”
“There is no place I’d rather be.”
He meant it, too. Being with his mate, even while asleep, was a thousand times better than not being with her and doing literally anything else. Even though he’d only known her a few days, he’d learned that lesson easily, and he knew it would never change.
She leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on his lips, and though he wanted more, he did nothing more than gently kiss her back.
She leaned closer, placed one hand on his thigh for leverage, and then kissed him again.
The second kiss was determined and unyielding, and when her tongue swiped across his lips, he opened for her easily and met every tentative stroke with a solid one of his own. His already semi-hard cock swelled to the point of pain, but he allowed her to stay in control until she swung a leg over his hips and slid into his lap.
Her heated core rested over his thick dick, their clothes the only barrier between them, and she smiled in appreciation as she roamed her hands all over his chest, shoulders and biceps.
God damn!
It was fucking hard to think straight when she was looking at him like that, and basically branding him with her touch. His skin burned in the wake of her exploration, and his cock throbbed uncontrollably.
“Rory.”
“Hmmm?”
She circled her hips, and wrapped her hands around his biceps.
“I like these,” she said, squeezing the bulges in his arms.
Her eyes sparkled, and he loved the fact that she felt comfortable enough to tease him.
Still, he didn’t want to rush her.
“Careful, Princess,” he warned, trying to still her hips. “As much as I like you touching me, we need to slow down. If you keep wiggling around like that, I’m going to come, and I refuse to come in my pants.”
“So, come in me, instead.”
Fuck me!
He wanted to—God, he wanted to—but he couldn’t forget her fears from before.
“What’s changed?”
He didn’t need to elaborate, which was lucky because he wasn’t sure if he could get anymore words out. Holding his mate in his lap had his bear going crazy, and the desire sink his throbbing cock into her warmth nearly consumed him.
“I was really nervous before,” she admitted. “I’m not now. I know what I want, Zach, and I want you.”
His bear growled at her declaration, and he failed to stop the sound from rumbling through his chest. Rory squealed with delight, and started pushing his t-shirt up his torso.
“I want you, too, Princess,” he said, ripping his shirt over his head. “More than anything.”
“Oh, my…”
Her words trailed off as she traced the lines on his chest and abs, and though her cheeks reddened, she didn’t stop, and she didn’t apologize.
Both of which he was grateful for.
Her touch soothed him in a way he couldn’t explain, and though he hadn’t been concerned about whether or not she would like his body, the fact that she did filled him with pride.
He grabbed the hem of her shirt, and she suddenly stilled.
She pulled her hands from his chest as if she’d been singed, and latched them onto his wrists. He could feel her nails digging into the tender place between his bones and applying mild pressure to his veins, but he didn’t try to pull away, or react in any fashion.
He knew whatever happened next depended on her, and it had to be solely her decision.
He wouldn’t—couldn’t—influence her in any way.
***
Rory could feel her nails digging into Zach’s wrists, but she couldn’t force her palms open. As much as she wanted him, the hateful words from her ex boomed through her mind as if they were being blasted from a megaphone.
You are disgusting…
It makes me physically ill to look at you naked…
I deserve an award for every time I fucked your fat ass…
No other man will freely make the sacrifice to fuck you…
Zach clearly wanted her, but what if his opinion changed once she took off her clothes? She knew the fear was irrational—her ex was an ass—but after hearing the hateful words for so long, it was hard to remember they weren’t true.
God, I’m a freaking mess!
What did Zach think of her now?
First, she’d invited him over for what could only be interpreted as an invitation for sex, freaked out trying to seduce him, and then fell asleep like a loser. Now, she’d maneuvered into his lap like an experienced temptress, but she held his hands in a vise like an untouched virgin.
He must think I’m a borderline lunatic!
Except, he wasn’t looking at her like she was crazy.
The expression on his face was something akin to love, or at least what she thought love would look like, and though she knew that wasn’t possible, his patience went a long way toward curbing her fears.
She wanted him, that was one of the reasons that she’d invited him over, and he obviously wanted her, too. He was gorgeous, patient, funny and kind, and even if the words of her ex somehow turned out to be true, Zach was probably still the best choice for a one-night stand.
She’d made mistakes with men before, but she doubted he would put her down, vocally voice his distaste in her appearance, or run screaming from the room.
She let go of his wrists, and grabbed the hem of her t-shirt.
Zach smiled, and his approval fueled her confidence. Like an extra-sticky Band-Aid, she yanked the material over her head before she could change her mind.
He slid his hands up her waist, and cupped her lace covered breasts.
“You’re beautiful, Princess,” he said, placing a chaste kiss on the exposed flesh above her fancy, pink demi-bra. “I like this, too,” he said, grazing his thumbs over her hard nipples.
“Suddenly, pink is becoming my favorite color. Do your panties match? When I take off these sexy pants, will I find pretty pink panties covering that sweet pussy?”
His thumbs continued to caress her nipples through the delicate
material, and her pussy tingled upon being mentioned.
“Y…yes,” she breathed.
Suddenly, splurging on new pretty bras and panties didn’t seem stupid at all. After leaving her ex, the expensive shopping trip was one of the first acts of freedom she’d accomplished. Deciding her wardrobe had been another one of the asshole’s over-bearing, manipulative habits.
“I can’t wait to see.”
He linked his fingers under the satin straps of her bra, slowly slid the material off her shoulders, and then peppered kisses across her chest as his hands moved to her back.
The dim lighting in the room caused another spark of fear to race through her when he started unfastening the material, but she quickly tapped it down. She was still nervous about his reaction to her unremarkable body, but she also didn’t want to make love in the dark.
Making love? Oh geez!
Except, even though they’d barely started, that’s what it felt like.
Zach pulled her bra down her arms, and groaned as he tossed the material aside.
“Mmm…Perfect.”
He palmed the huge globes, and fed one of the nipples into his mouth.
Oh, hell!
One lick, and every nerve in her body came alive. Jolts of electricity raced to her core as he licked, sucked and grazed his teeth over the hard, sensitive, bite-sized pebble, and liquid heat dampened her panties.
She laced her fingers through his short hair, pulled him closer, and rocked her hips against his stiff, bulging cock. Her position made it easy to glide her clit up and down the thick, hard flesh, and her pussy tightened uncontrollably, desperate to be filled by him.
Zach moved his mouth to her other breast, and a new wave of sparks raced across her skin. She couldn’t stop the animal like whimpers that escaped her mouth as she continued to slide her clit against his dick.
She opened her mouth to beg, but she didn’t need to.
He snaked one hand down her belly, beneath the waistband of her pants and panties, and sank two fingers into her needy core.
“You’re soaking wet, Princess,” he said, rolling one of her hard nipples between his fingers. “Ride my fingers. Make yourself come.”
She didn’t hesitate to obey his command.
All of her fears seemed to disappear, and nothing else mattered except Zach and the fact that he was making her feel good. His palm pressed against her clit, and he peppered kisses along her chest and shoulder as she leaned in and moved wildly up and down his digits.
Seconds later, she cried out in ecstasy as a powerful orgasm ripped through her, and left her collapsed and quaking in his arms.
He wrapped his free arm around her, and slowly pulled his fingers from her core.
“You are so beautiful when you come,” he whispered, “and you taste amazing.”
Rory sat up and watched him lick every drop of her essence off his fingers.
Her ex had refused to touch her pussy with anything except his cock, and when she’d questioned him about it, he’d claimed she tasted bad. She’d suspected all along that his cruel words weren’t true, especially since she’d tasted herself and found nothing unappealing, but seeing Zach enjoy her juices thrilled her in a way she didn’t understand.
As if he knew exactly what she needed, Zach placed his hand on the nape of her neck, and pulled her down for a slow, sensual, scorching hot kiss. His tongue moved in and out of her mouth slowly, caressing her tongue in a dance that resembled what it would be like to feel him inside her, and her pussy started to tingle again.
“It’s time to see those pretty pink panties.”
He slid his hands under her ass and turned, effectively removing her from his lap and placing her on the couch, and then he eased her back against the cushions with another kiss as his body covered hers.
He kissed a path down her chest, giving special attention to each nipple, before continuing to her belly button. He rimmed the hole with his tongue, and then placed several kisses on her soft, jiggly belly.
The urge to cringe and cover her imperfections rode her hard, but at the same time, she didn’t want to hide from him so she tried to relax, and watched him love her body. It was the only way to describe the almost revenant way he kissed nearly every inch of her uncovered skin.
When he was seemingly satisfied, he sat up on his knees, looped his fingers under the waistband of her pants, and pulled the soft, clingy material slowly down her legs revealing her matching pink lace panties.
He looked hungry, awestruck, possessive and affectionate all at the same time, and the devoted look on his face made her feel things she had no business feeling.
He only belonged to her for one night.
***
Holy fuck!
Zach took a deep, calming breath, and exhaled it slowly.
Rory was the most perfect woman he’d ever seen, and the fact that she was his mate, even though she didn’t know it yet, made his bear go wild. The need to stake his claim and mark her for the world to see rode him hard, and he fought to keep the animal under control.
Shit!
He hadn’t come over with the purpose of sleeping with her, especially after she’d made it perfectly clear she wasn’t ready, but he didn’t have the power to turn her down a second time. Not when she admitted to wanting him.
He’d been rock solid since he’d stepped in her home, and no amount of blood or flashbacks to an injured Aiden would make it go away. Instead of feeling refreshed after their short nap during the movie, he’d woken even more desperate to touch her.
When she’d crawled into his lap, he’d been lost.
He’d been wrong before about kissing her being the worst form of torture. Holding her, touching her and tasting her all trumped kissing, and he knew it would all be over when he sank his cock into her soaking wet, heated core.
She did things to him, made him feel things he’d never felt before, and though he understood the premise of mates—mainly from listening to accounts from his parents, aunt and uncle, and some members of his clan—everything was different. Even if she rejected him, there would never be anyone else in his hands, his bed or his heart.
“These are pretty,” he said, tracing a finger over her fabric covered cunt, “but they have to go.”
She reached for the waist of her panties, but he pushed her hands away, and roughly dragged the fancy material down her legs. The indescribable sound of fabric tearing filled the tiny space between them, but instead of getting mad, she laughed and opened her legs by placing one foot on the coffee table.
“God, damn, Princess,” he breathed. “You are so fucking gorgeous.”
He’d already touched her, so he knew she was bare down there, but seeing her gorgeous cunt spread open and her pussy lips glistening from her honey—all for him—was a whole new level of torment. He could feel his canines pressing against his gums, and against his better judgement, he leaned down to lick her core.
Fuck me!
Her honey tasted even better directly from the source, and at first, he moved slowly, leisurely licking the soft flesh around her hole, but it wasn’t long before he shoved his tongue inside her sweet, warm channel.
Rory cried out louder than she had earlier, and the subsequent animal-like sounds coming out of her mouth nearly drove him insane. He changed position and jabbed his tongue deeper, pressing his nose into her cunt, and she screamed and squirmed at the new sensations.
He threw a bicep over her tummy to keep her from trying to escape, and she laced her fingers through his hair, and fisted the short strands.
Pain seared his scalp, but he didn’t stop. Going bald would be a small price to pay if it helped chase away his mate’s demons.
The expression on her face when he’d licked his fingers earlier told him more than he needed to know. Her ex, or someone, had given her the impression that she was unworthy of being pleasured and savored by anything other than a tiny prick.
He growled and pushed his tongue deeper.
He ha
ted that his mate had been through hell, but he was glad her fucking asshole of an ex never got this close to her. The man didn’t deserve to know the fantastic, glorious experience of shoving his face into Rory’s perfect cunt.
Suddenly, she screamed his name, and exploded on his tongue.
God, she tasted fantastic, and he lapped up every drop like a man dying of thirst.
When he finished his treat, he looked up to find his mate watching him. She was completely sated, smiling, and most importantly, not hiding. Or even thinking about hiding. He could see the trust on her face, and though he hadn’t marked her, his bear was satisfied for now.
With or without the mate mark, she belonged to him.
Rory reached out and placed her hand on his head.
“Your hair is sticking out in all directions,” she giggled. “Did I hurt you?”
“A little bit,” he admitted, “but it was totally worth it. Feel free to hank out my hair anytime I’m buried in that sweet pussy.”
Her smile fell for a second, but she recovered it quickly.
“Remember you said that when you’re bald at thirty,” she laughed.
“It will be a small price to pay for pleasuring you, Princess.”
The serious tone of his words left her speechless, and he used the moment to capture her lips in a slow, but heated kiss. She reached between them and unfastened his pants, and then she pushed the material of his jeans and boxers down over his ass.
He broke the kiss to fully rid himself of the cumbersome clothes, and then he stood before her completely naked. He wanted her to know every line of his body, and her intake of breath let him know she liked more than just his biceps.
“You’re so beautiful,” she whispered, “and so big.”
“Thank you,” he said, crawling back on top of her. “I’m glad you like.”
“I more than like,” she laughed, “but I am a little nervous.”
“Don’t worry,” he said, trying to ease her concerns. “I’ll definitely fit. You were made for me, Princess.”
She might not believe his words, but her body did.
She immediately opened her knees wider and reached out for him, and he didn’t hesitate to move into her embrace. He positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy, and slowly sank into her soft, warm core.
