Crossing Paths: A Brooklyn Shifters Romance Book 1

by Daphne Snow

  She looked sated and happy and that's all he wanted right now. He would not force her to do more no matter how badly his hot hard dick wanted to. This was a step in the right direction, wasn't it? He couldn't ask her for more right now.

  You could and you will. Take her and mark her. Axl was adamant and pushing for the surface but wasn't so strong-willed due to the happiness of even having her near.

  Her auburn hair with its red strands were still damply splayed across the bed as she panted. Her skin was a beautiful hue in the low light. Alexander Benson had to have been the luckiest man in the world at that moment.

  "Awkward?" He asked, starting to pull back the blankets. "Hell no." Her words were breathy and still a bit heady as she grinned.

  As he continued moving the blanket Frannie sat up and looked at him confused.

  "What about you?" She asked, pointing a little wide-eyed at the hot column between his legs. He knew he was well endowed but he hadn't cared for prior 'compliments' about it. He liked how she looked at him drinking him in as she stared. Her smooth tongue going to dart across her lips made him groan but he held his resolve.

  "I'll wait." Were the only words he managed to utter under his breath. It wasn't up for debate.

  "If you want." She sighed but there was a dramatic quality to it that made it seem like this was not over. He had pushed down the big comforter enough for her to climb under them. Instead of getting off the bed and just walking up to the top as he expected. His minx crawl from the bottom to the top of the large bed. Revealing her swinging breasts and her ass he loved so much was on full display. Her cunt which he had licked clean was looking rather tasty all over again.

  Her slow cat-like movements were going to kill him. "Francesca!" He groaned out. He was trying to be a good man, a patient one, but she was making it impossible. She looked at him in mock shock, the false innocence in her eyes making him leer at her.

  "What? I'm just going to bed." She claimed, yet she giggled all the same.

  The look in her eyes, so sure of what she wanted had him in pieces.

  Alexander came up behind her and grabbed her hair tightly making her squeak and rise up, her back to his front as they knelt on the bed. His cock was nestled quite snuggly between her ass cheeks and it felt like heaven.

  The smile on her face told him everything he needed to know. As sweet, soft and innocent he thought his mate, she liked things rough not terribly so, but just enough to make her squirm. He kissed her neck as he held her hair back.

  His lips were close to her ear, his voice gruff. "Enough. I want to hear the sound of us fucking so hard we break this bed. I want to slide my cock into your pretty pussy and make you beg for me to move. I want to sink my teeth into you and claim you because you are mine you will forever be mine, Francesca." She smiled, taunting him.

  "You're all talk and no bite, big bear." Her teasing words cut the final thread of control he had tried to maintain in her presence.

  Alexander let go of her hair and she fell forward onto her hands. Before she had time to move or do anything else he flipped her onto her back making sure she seemed comfortable and spread her legs far for him to fit between them and then stroked the head of his cock between her folds. She stared at him with her hands running along his hard chest. Her amber eyes glowing for him as her breath hitched in excitement.

  They both needed this, the mate bond drawing them close to each other it was unbearable to be without the physical aspect of it.

  “Last chance.” He warned her, there was no running after this, not for either of them. Frannie sat up with him still between her and grazed her lips against his chest before settling a soft kiss there and laying back down.

  He grasped onto her hips to steady her and pushed forward slowly one aching inch at a time. Francesca's face contorted into one of discomfort and he froze. He had only gotten the head of his cock in and she was tight. Like a fist on him, warm and slick she surrounded him.

  After a moment she opened her eyes and nodded and he continued. With his fully seated length within her he stopped again to make sure she was okay. He had to close his eyes to regain his control. He had never felt anything so wonderful in his life before and an odd sensation washed over him one of feeling whole and fulfilled.

  "Are you okay?" He asked, his voice strained. Frannie breathed almost happily.

  "Yea, just move.” He did in and out her ass bouncing ever so slightly off his hips. He was slow at first waiting for her to relax. He bent over her pressing tiny kisses to her cheek and forehead until she sighed. His lips grazed her in what was supposed to be a reassuring kiss of affection. Of course with her though the heat flared in him and he kissed her passionately moving a bit faster than before. She moved from his mouth.

  "Alex!" She gasped out her eyes lidded as she watched him.

  Alexander groaned in pleasure tightening the grip on her hips. He surged forward meeting her cries. Francesca's silky heat was something he never thought possible. He had been with so many women in the past but none of them compared to her. Not her body, not her mind not her soul. Everything that was Francesca Bianchi outweighed any other woman in the world.

  He was without words as he felt he was in an ethereal state with her. Maybe it was the mate bond or her cunt, he didn't know and he didn't care. He just kept pumping into her faster and harder. She reached around him to drag her nails sharply across his back. His eyes flaring emerald as the need to mark her took over the closer his release came.

  Alexander hugged her to him as he fucked her harder the sturdy bed frame creaking with his thrusts. The soft words in his ear sealed their fates. "Mark me." She whispered to him.

  He felt his jaw extend to make room for his canines this time he didn't go still he moved forward grazing the sharp teeth at her shoulder. "Please." She begged and he gave in. Sinking his canines into her shoulder, he claimed his mate.

  Alexander let them fully sink in as he thrust into her harder and her legs quaked around him inciting her near release. That feeling of being whole blossomed in his mind and he felt connected, fully and truly connected to her. He would belong to no other look at no other the way he looked at his Francesca and he was all too happy about that.

  Alexander reached a hand between them to circle her clit and she came like a burst of fireworks. Her cunt clenched around him so tightly he came soon after roaring. His seed spilled inside of her and a part of him hoped it took root sooner than later.

  They rode out their pleasure and Alexander removed his canines from her licking the spot to seal it. He rolled over taking her with him as they breathed heavily and Frannie snuggled into his chest. He remained inside of her as she was sprawled across him. By the goddess he hoped every night for the rest of his life was like this with his mate sated in his arms.

  Their bond was sealed and there lives and souls would now be forever intertwined.

  Chapter 13

  Frannie awoke that morning with a sound mind, and her dreams had been incredible. Sweet fantasies of her content, peaceful. No Ray, no weird debt date, just peace. It had been even better that Alexander had been there holding her, kissing her, eating her out like a linguistic master. His strong arms making her feel safe and his sweet words made her feel cherished. His sweet demanding kisses were a drug in her mind. The smile that spread across her face before she even opened her eyes was pure and surreal.

  It was great all things considered. She was absolutely gonna hate the long term effects of dreams like that though. The longing and neediness it'd cause her. For now, however, she was going to appreciate the fact she had dreams instead of crippling nightmares.

  She stretched her arms over her head groaning as she did. Maybe she'd just stay in bed today, Mina would understand. Probably talk her ear off but that was fine. She would treat her to brunch later or something.

  She reached her hands farther back to be met with a painful hard knock on her knuckles. She opened her eyes, wincing a bit as the sun poured through the windows. She look
ed up to find a bed frame with a hardwood headboard.

  This was not Minas room at all. The girl still had the same bedframe from when they were freshmen in high school. The creaky iron frame was ready to give at the smallest interference. But this was not that. This was solid and heavy looking, expensive. Frannie sat up straight, rubbing her eyes dazed and confused.

  She took a look around trying to clear her head of the fog. She sat comfortable cross-legged in a large, very large four-poster bed and the walls were a warm beige color. There was a dresser and vanity that seemed to match the bed frame. Silent gauzy curtains to the left of her showing hints of tall barren trees outside with fresh snow covering them.

  The smell of breakfast foods drew her attention to the nightstand beside her. A carefully laid out meal of eggs benedict, bacon and hashbrowns sat on a silver platter with a single red rose across the top. A tall glass of orange juice, and a small white disk with white pills that looked like painkillers were also present. She only furrowed her brow more if possible.

  Also, the fact she was naked was a bit alarming as she pulled the blanket up to her chin. Tentatively she looked next to her. The spot had been disturbed but it was currently empty. That's when the memories of last right rushed her like a raging bull.

  She had sex, mind-blowing pussy destroying sex. They had all but passed out after the first time. The sex that followed had been gentler and way more intimate. The way he looked at her had been sobering, with such fervent affection. It couldn't have been real though. Not truly, you didn't care that much about someone so fast, right? Frannie would be hard-pressed to deny she had strong feelings for the big guy.

  For some reason, she couldn't get over the fact she'd finally had sex. Only took her forever and a day. Not that she hadn't tried with others but it always got weird and they never got past sloppy kisses and fumbling fingers. Even as she recalled about the past men in her life she couldn't imagine them giving her the pleasure Alex had, or biting her so-.

  Her hands flew to her shoulder, a dimple remained beneath her light touch. This is right. Frannie disregarded the awakening bear's words. The asshole had marked her; he actually marked her. By the gods what had she done. She raked her hands through her hair aggressively. She was screwed.

  We are claimed, finally. Our mate is nearby, he is anxious to see us. Fey sounding like sunshine spoke calmly. Where Frannie in her arguably logical human mind was freaking the fuck out. This is what we need. What is done is done, there is no going back.

  "You are not helping." Frannie grumbled aloud and Fey just ignored her or rather the little beast within her just did the bear equivalent to a shrug as if everything was fine.

  They connected; they actually had a soul bond now. That meant they were together truly bound now and not like before. Before it was the agonizing pull and the only consequences were her pussy feeling desperately unfulfilled and the overly dramatic tension between the two of them.

  Fey and Axl would never, could never be without one another again. Her and Alexander's pleasure would be connected, him feeding off her emotions and vice versa. She couldn't feel him yet or at least she didn't know if she could. Fuck! She didn't know how all of this worked yet. The only information she had was just the conversations she had with Ya-Ya which were pretty vague.

  Then there was the little mention she remembered that now she could never leave. She had known that before it would be difficult to leave him. She assumed that there was a way to break the unfulfilled bond. But now it was too late.

  It would literally harm her if she did. The farther the distance between the mated couple the more it hurts their connection. If a connection was severed it ripped at the person's soul. Frannie's hands went to rub at her heart, just the thought was painful and intrusive enough.

  That's what Frannie suspected happened to her mother. Once her father, Leo, died from his injuries she was never the same. They had been true mates. Claudia and Leo spent all their time with each other. She had never seen two people so in love with each other before.

  And Frannie had to admit she was a bit of a daddy's girl. They would go out into the back yard very early in the morning and shift and his big bear showed her how to catch little mice and pull leaves from trees. Sometimes her mom would join in and they would chase each other for hours until the human neighbors woke up. They didn't have much but they were happy. So elated on a daily basis that Frannie didn't believe anything could hurt their family.

  So when he died the light, the happiness in their lives was snuffed out.

  Claudia tried to hide it at first but it didn't last long. Telling Frannie they would honor his memory and the few times that she waited in that backyard for her mom the woman stood on the other side of the screen door and cried before going back to bed. Frannie stopped trying after a while.

  Claudia didn't care about anything. Her favorite things became lifeless and gray. Most of the time when Fran was standing right in front of her, she saw nothing at all. Just walked right past her to lay down on the couch staring at the television for hours on end. The reruns of game shows so ingrained in her memory Frannie could recite the openings word for word. The severed bond ate Claudia from the inside out. It destroyed her. Now, it would destroy Frannie.

  Because Frannie couldn't be with Alexander. She was not ready for him yet and wondered whether she ever would be. She didn't know a damn thing about him and yet she agreed to be his last night. Told him to claim her. The pull to him had been uncontrollable. She and Fey fought the entire time and Frannie just gave up. She was tired of fighting the bond. But now she was bound to suffer the aftermath.

  She watched the tears fall and land soaking the white sheets wrapped around her. It was all too much too fast.

  She ran her hands over her face annoyed trying to wipe away the trailing tears. She wanted to wait until she was sure. She wanted to wait until she knew Alexander, not just his cock. Which had been marvelous she had to admit. The memories of him pounding into her made Frannie shiver in delight.

  He had been relentless and she loved every second of it. The way he was more than happy to die between her thighs. Oh gods, warmth pooled low in her belly making her push her thighs together she was aching for him already.

  Presently though it was too late to actually know him, the decision taken from her even though she had made it. But she made it in a haze of lust. Did that even count? The divets in her shoulder said it did regardless.

  She was tied to him and she should've been all smiles and happy thoughts. In reality, Frannie was torn between sneaking out the back door to get back to Minas or going to find Alexander for a quickie and then sneaking out.

  She needed to get away from him. She needed time to think. She needed to go home where his presence wasn't so damn enticing. Maybe she could ask Ya-Ya if she knew how she could leave without tearing her soul apart. All the logistics of this stupid bond was going to be the death of her.

  Frannie hopped out of the large bed, her feet unstable as she tried to stand. Falling back onto the bed with a hefty sigh she ate a little of the bedside breakfast and took the painkillers before testing her legs again. She would go wash her face and then come up with a plan before he came back. If he came back.

  A little bow-legged she waddled over to the connected bathroom. It had been similar to the guest bathroom she used last night the only difference being the small personal touches that screamed her big male had been here.

  His toothbrush sat in a clear glass cup next to the sink. There was a small tropical looking plant in mid bloom as well. . Other than that there was nothing. Oh except the contact lenses case in the corner next to a framed picture of Alex...with a woman.

  The contact lenses she wouldn't deny surprised her. Hearing and sight conditions were a rarity amongst shifters. He never seemed to have an issue but she had always been distracted.

  What really caught her attention was the framed picture. She picked it up, her hands shaking slightly. Anger and confusion slowly creeping up
her spine. It was in a silver filigree frame that shined in the light. The photo was of Alex with a thin beautiful woman on his arm. She was smiling widely and her golden locks and bright blue eyes looked beautiful in drastic contrast to the male beside her. Alex showed a refreshingly uncharacteristic smile. It was a soft smile, not too much and not too little.

  They had others on either side of them as well. An older looking man and several middle aged women.

  The one hanging on Alexander's arm though stuck out. She looked like a supermodel which paired well with his handsome aristocratic features. They looked good together, more than that, they looked like a power couple ready to take on the world. She looked like she belonged with him, and maybe that's what hurt the most.

  Was this his girlfriend, wife even? Fran never saw him wearing a ring but that didn't mean he just didn't take it off when she was around. Did she sleep with a married man? How would this woman react when she found out they were mated to one another. Oh by the goddess what had she done? If she had just waited this never would have happened. Why hadn't she been stronger?