by Lisa Ladew
Once outside, he didn’t even stop at the truck, he bent at the waist, threw her over his shoulder, and took off at a run to their room. She could see the two males sitting in the white car, watching them. She blushed, but before she knew it she was inside a small, dark room.
Beckett put her down and began to strip off his clothes, kissing her while he did so, then pushing her against the wall and pinning her hands over her head. She gasped, liking rough already. He stripped off her shirt, then her bra, and she stepped out of her pants, then bam, back against the wall she went, arms above her head, as Beckett nudged his hard cock against her belly.
“You want it rough, Cerise?” he asked, his voice a low, raspy whisper.
She swallowed hard. “Not too rough.”
His heavy eyes assessed her. “You sure? You sure you don’t want to be fucked hard?”
Wetness bloomed between her legs and she whimpered. Apparently she did want that. “M-maybe,” she said.
“I won’t hurt you, darlin’, but I’m ready to switch it up a bit if you are.”
She nodded but he was already kissing her again, pinning her to the wall with his big body. He picked her up again, then flung her on the bed. She laughed as she bounced, then flipped over to her hands and knees. As long as they were trying new things…
A thick growling filled the air and she flattened herself reflexively, looking over her shoulder. Beckett’s lips were lifted and his canines showed, looking like fangs, his eyes locked on her backside. She flipped over to face him. He shook himself and seemed to come to his senses.
He flung his cap onto the floor behind him and rubbed a hand over his short-cropped hair. “Shit, I gotta tell you something. I-ah-there’s a thing we wolven do, and when you are on your hands and knees like that I can’t help but want to do it.”
Cerise nibbled her lip, waiting to hear what it was.
He rubbed his head again. “It’s called claiming, and it’s where I bite you.” He touched the back of her shoulder, where it met her neck. “Right here.”
He dropped to his knees, placing his hands on her legs and staring up at her, his face completely open and vulnerable.
“What does it mean?” she asked.
“Everything,” he said. “Once I do that, we won’t ever separate. It’s like marriage, but there is no divorce.”
She nibbled her lip. “Do you want to?”
He breathed out, hard. “So much. I ache to, Cerise, but I don’t want to push you if you aren’t ready. You’re new at this, it’s a bit vio-”
She held a finger to his lips, shushing him. She trusted him implicitly. Slowly, she pushed herself back up onto the bed, then turned over, practically wiggling her ass at him. His growling started at once and she bloomed for him, surprised at how swollen her sex got, and how fast.
He grasped her hips, pulling her toward him, his fingers digging into her skin. He didn’t say a word, seemed unable to speak, but then he thrust violently and she cried out at the pleasure/pain of it. She’d wanted rough, and oh, she did like it. He thrust wildly, and she almost forgot about the bite, until he fell upon her, so close she could smell him.
His teeth found her shoulder and pain erupted there, but then pleasure did, too, filling her body, consuming her from her core outward. She threw back her head and screamed with it as all pain was driven from her. All the pain from her entire sad life. Gone.
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Beckett claimed his mate, finally, his past falling away, every mistake he’d made in his life, every time he’d second-guessed himself or those around him. Now was his time, and he was doing everything right. His teeth violated her skin and his cock violated her body, but exactly how it was supposed to be. From her back, gossamer wings of brilliant purple light and feathers erupted, wrapping them completely, lifting them from the bed, as she called out his name and screamed out her pleasure.
Beckett thrust one last time, hard, hard enough to please her, and his own orgasm rocketed out of him, filling his mate, claiming her thoroughly. He gently pulled his teeth out of her flesh, as her wings rocked them one last time, then set them down as lightly as a whisper floating on the breeze. His bite mark began to heal over at once, leaving a staggered scar behind.
She dropped to the bed, and he went with her, disentangling himself from her, but pulling her close to him.
She snuggled into his arms. “I love you,” she said.
He grinned.
He knew she did. He was a loveable male.
Her male.
Chapter 42
Mac stared at the door Beckett and his mate had disappeared into, his mind sour. Why the fuck did he have to be on babysitting duty? Just because he hadn’t wanted to take the express ticket back through fucked-up firetown with Graeme, didn’t mean he should be the one watching Beckett hotel-hop.
“What do you think they’re doing in there?” Bruin asked.
Mac laughed. Bruin had to be joking. Mac never could tell for sure, but most everything Bruin said was good for a laugh, joking or not.
Light erupted from the top of the motel directly above Beckett’s room, shooting into the sky, so bright they both had to shield their eyes. “Fuck,” Mac swore. “Took him long enough. All these fuckers are slow as shit. When I meet my one true mate, I’ma hit that the first night.”
Bruin bobbed his head. “Hit her with what, your Vienna sausage dick?”
Mac shook his head. “Yeah dude, just cuz I ain’t a bear don’t mean I got a small dick.”
Bruin snorted his bear snort, then opened his door and unfolded his body from the little car. “We’re gonna be here for a while. I’m getting a room.” He flipped Mac the bird, then took off at a run, calling over his shoulder, “Last one in the pool is a brokeback bee.”
Mac flung open his door and yelled after him. “What the fuck is a brokeback bee?”
Bruin slowed to a walk and turned to face him, his face deadly serious. “A bee with excellent taste in independent films.” He flipped around to face front and loped inside.
Mac shook his head slowly. “Bears are weird as shit,” he said, not without affection, then hauled himself out of the rental car.
He could use a few days off, he guessed. Maybe meet some chicks.
The thought of his own one true mate slid through his mind but he let it go.
The wait was too painful to dwell on, so he would do what he always did. Crack jokes, crack heads, and hope she was around the next corner.
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Notes from Lisa xoxo
I enjoyed the way this book came together a lot. My defining scene for it was the one where Beckett and Cerise first meet and she inadvertently wakes him and he asks her if she’s going to kill him. Everything else came from that one image in my mind. I love the story that grew around it, and am just thrilled for Kaci and Cerise. Beckett was gonna be ok, as long as he found his otm, but I was worried about the girls for a while.
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Wondering what to read next of mine? Depends on what you like. (all are romantic suspense)
Firefighters/FBI?
Billionaires?
Female cops?
Thriller romance?
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