by Lori King
She closed her eyes and exhaled softly. “I won’t lie and say it doesn’t feel good.” She opened her eyes then. “But this will complicate things, Law.”
I shook my head. “No, it won’t. It doesn’t have to.” I smoothed my finger along her cheek. “Let me show you how much you mean to me.” I took a step closer. “Let me show you how much I want to make amends.”
6
Brittin
I should have said stop, or told him we were past this … that this night was supposed to be about talking things out.
But nope, I wasn’t going to say anything like that. In fact, I was following Law to his house, and I was too aroused to deny myself. It had been too long, and Law had me too inflamed to use the common sense to realize that this could end badly.
I’d worry about the aftermath of all of this later.
I checked my phone and saw the text from Mary, a girl Blaine and I had grown up around, who lived next door. She’d been a presence in our life when we were younger, but then she’d gone to school, and I think that had an effect on Blaine. He’d never admitted he liked Mary, but I always thought I saw interest in his eyes.
But now she was back, had been living in Stales for the last year, and she’d agreed to keep Blaine company while I went out to dinner with Law. I trusted my brother … to a point. He was weak right now, though, and I didn’t want him alone. Besides, he’d seemed really happy to have Mary coming and spending some time with him, and I saw the excitement in her eyes when I’d asked, as well.
Mary: We’re doing fine. Don’t worry about anything and enjoy yourself. We’re on a horror movie binge right now, so take your time. I don’t think I’ll be leaving anytime soon LOL
I smiled at her text and tucked my phone back in my purse. I should have felt guilty for going home with Law, but hell, I loved him.
I just kept telling myself this was for me as much as it was for him. This was inevitable, and I wasn’t going to deny myself.
Why should I?
* * *
Law
My bear wanted out, wanted to claim our mate right now. But I told myself I needed to go slow. After all the shit we’d been through over the years, and the fact I’d let her walk away from my own arrogant, demanding attitude, I had to make things right. I had to show her that I knew I’d fucked up and wanted to make this right.
I had to show her even a bear could make love, could admit he was wrong.
But I liked the rough kind of sex, the kind that had my female submitting to me. And Brittin had been such a perfect submissive. I wasn’t into the whole BDSM scene, but the occasional spank, the random restraining … yeah, that got me off.
But only with Brittin.
I only wanted to do that with her. Only her.
“Tell me you want this,” I growled against the side of her throat. I just stood there with her pressed against the wall, my body pinning her, making her submit to me. “Tell me, Brittin.” I ground my cock against her belly, wanting her to tell me, wanting her to feel how hard I was for her.
“God, Law.”
“Tell me you’re mine, baby.”
“You just think things can be patched up?” She breathed the words out.
She was mine. Only mine.
I wouldn’t let her go.
“No, I don’t think things can just be erased, but I want to show you what we used to have. I want to show you how good it was.”
She closed her eyes and moaned.
“I know how good it was, Law.”
I growled again, loving hearing her say that.
“I want this,” she breathed out.
I ground my dick into her harder. “Say my name, baby. I want you to tell me how much you want this. I want you to tell me that it was a mistake we stayed apart.” It was my fault just as much as it was hers; I’d stayed away. “Things can be different now, Brittin. I can be a better male to you.” I pulled back and looked at her. She looked drugged right now.
Good.
“This might be a mistake…”
My heart fucking stopped.
“But I want this, Law. I want you.”
I growled out low, my bear pushing for supremacy.
“I want you to make me yours again. Lord help me, but I want things to be different than before.”
Fuck. Yes.
I stared into her eyes. “You’re mine, and I’ll never let you go. Not again. That was the worst damn mistake I’ve ever made.”
She licked her lips. “This is insane,” she whispered. “But fuck me, Law. Fuck me like you’ve been aching for me this entire time.”
“I have, baby.” I leaned forward and ran my tongue up the length of her neck. “Tell me this doesn’t feel good.” I gently bit the spot where I used to all those years ago.
“It would be a lie if I said that,” she whispered, and I growled in approval.
I rested the tip of my nose right on the side of her neck and inhaled. Yeah, she smelled the same.
So. Fucking. Good.
“It’s only ever been you, baby.” I ground myself harder into her until she gasped out. “I haven’t been with another female since you. And I don’t want anyone else.” I leaned back and looked into her eyes.
“I haven’t been with anyone else, Law,” she whispered, her eyes wide.
“Are you really surprised, Brittin? Did you really think anyone else would compare to you?”
She licked her lips, and I watched the act. “I didn’t want to think about that.”
I lifted my gaze to look into her eyes. “Once we start, I won’t stop. I can’t. Too much time has passed, and I don’t want to waste another second.”
She parted her lips and sucked in a breath.
I leaned in so close our lips were almost touching. “Tell me you want this, and that you want more than my cock filling you.”
She didn’t answer for long seconds, and I wanted to tear through my skin to get the answer.
“Fuck me.” She pulled me close and slanted her lips on mine. “Let’s just take this one step at a time,” she whispered against my lips
And just hearing her say that, even if she wasn’t telling me she wanted me and all I had to offer, I couldn’t deny her.
She was mine, and I wouldn’t let her get away again.
7
Brittin
I needed to go slow. We had to take this one day at a time.
I kept telling myself that, but the truth was I wanted to just fall into the same life I had with Law, minus the arrogance and the way he thought I should live my life.
He ground himself against me again, and my throat tightened further.
I could have gotten off right then.
“Fuck me,” I said again. And before I knew what was happening, Law had my clothes all but torn away. He shredded them, his nails now claws, his bear right at the surface. But he hadn’t hurt me, not in the slightest.
I felt the chill in the air brush along my overheated body.
And then he was getting undressed, too. For long seconds, I could only stare at the body that was revealed, the one I remembered with vivid clarity. Law’s body was hard, toned. As a shifter, he was huge, but even more so because he was a bear shifter. Being one of the biggest shifter species made him dangerous, as well as powerful.
He had hard muscles, sharp lines, and I was so ready for him, so wet. He was big and hard, with a light sprinkling of chest hair covering his pectoral muscles, and another dark trail starting below his belly button and going right to the monstrous cock that was hard and pointing right at me.
“The way you’re looking at me has me barely hanging on, Brittin.”
I didn’t say anything, just continued to stare at the masculine, powerful body I remembered.
His balls were huge, hanging below the monster between his thighs. There was a dot of pre-cum on the slit at the tip of his shaft, and my mouth watered.
And then he grabbed his cock and started stroking himself from root to tip.
“God, Law,” I whispered. He still had a dirty mouth.
I loved it.
My throat constricted and my mouth went dry as I watched him jerk off, knowing he was thinking about us. I lifted my gaze to his face and saw the intense look of arousal covering his expression.
“You want foreplay, baby?”
I shook my head.
“Good, because I can’t handle that shit right now. I need you too damn badly.” He was in front of me a second later. He pushed me up against the wall again, his hard, hot, long cock pressed right to my belly. God, he was hard … and huge.
Just like I remember.
He had his hand between my thighs a second later, and I gasped at the contact, at the heat of his body. His fingers were so big, and my pussy was so wet that the digits slid right through my soaked cleft.
“Where do you want me?” he asked right by my ear. I grabbed his wrist, kept him right on my pussy, but slid it lower until I felt his fingers brush my cunt hole. “Tell me, Brittin.”
“I want you here, Law.”
He slipped his thick finger in me, and I groaned. He started finger fucking me in slow, steady motions, and I bit my lip at how good it felt.
“God, Law. Yes.”
“You want me to fill you with my cum, mark you from the inside, Brittin?”
“Law.” I gasped his name when he picked up his speed.
“You remember how good it was when I pumped you full of my jizz?”
I nodded.
“You remember how much you wanted my bite mark on your neck and my handprints on your skin?”
I nodded again, not trusting my voice. I couldn’t help the sound that left me.
“You know who and what I am to you. You know we belong together.”
I bit my lip when I felt him remove his finger from my pussy, but he didn’t wipe the cream off that covered the digit. Instead, he lifted it to his mouth to suck the glossiness from it.
“You taste the same … so fucking sweet.” His voice was distorted from his bear rising up. I could see the flash of his human and animal alternating before me, and I wanted desperately to feel that animal-like intensity I had fallen so hard for.
Before I knew what was going on, he turned me around, had his hand on the center of my back, and pressed me to the wall fully. I looked over my shoulder to watch him.
I needed to.
“Spread for me, baby. Let me see you. Let me smell the sweetness that drips from your tight little cunt.” He looked me in the eyes, the pupils now eating up the blueness of his irises. The whites were black now, his entire eyes pitching this darkness that told me he was close to shifting.
The sound he made speared right to my engorged clit, making it tingle. I needed him to touch me. He held onto my hip with one hand, and I rested my head on the wall, waiting for the ecstasy I knew was to follow. And then I felt the tip of his dick align with my pussy hole.
A moan spilled from me.
“I need to feel all of you, baby, just like before. Just like how we used to.”
My answer was a little whimper of need.
He dug his fingers into my hips, and I knew there would be bruises come morning.
I wanted those blue and purple marks, because they reminded me of what we used to have … that raw passion.
God, this might be a mistake, but I wanted to lose myself with Law.
8
Brittin
“Fuck, Brittin,” Law growled against my neck. “I’ve missed you so damn much.” He ran his tongue along the side of my neck, and I shivered. “I wanted this first time after so long to be sweet, gentle—”
“You’re not that type of man,” I whispered, a shiver working through me. “And you and I both know I like the way you are. I’m not into sugary sweet.”
“Oh, shit,” he said in a very animalistic and distorted voice. “You want some bite marks, some scratches on you, baby?”
I breathed out roughly.
Yes. I wanted that. Needed those. I wanted scratches, bite marks, and anything else that came with being with this alpha shifter male.
He used his foot to kick my feet apart even more. His dominance always made me hotter. It was just his nineteen-fifties thinking that had ruined it for us.
“You ready?” he whispered right by my ear.
“Fuck me already, Law.”
He grunted, and then he was pushing into me with a slow but very thorough thrust.
“Ah,” I moaned. I was filled completely, stretched to the point it felt like I’d split in two. He had a hold on my hips, his claws digging into my skin, causing a flash of pain to mix with the pleasure. This was what it was like to be with Law, my bear shifter.
“You want more?” he breathed out.
“You know I do.”
He let go of one of my sides, and he spanked my ass hard. I felt the flesh jiggle slightly; I wanted more.
“You want more, Brittin?” he asked as if he read my mind.
“Yes, Law.” I closed my eyes and sucked in as much oxygen as I could. He pulled his cock out so just the tip was lodged in me now, and all I wanted to do was demand he shove back into my body.
He spanked my ass again. “When I’m done with you, you’ll be sore and aching, Brittin, but you’ll want more.”
I clenched my jaw when he spanked my ass again.
Law started fucking me in hard thrusts. He pulled out and pushed back in, over and over again until I was covered in a light sheen of sweat. My inner muscles clenched around his length, and he grunted, picking up his speed.
He’d always been like this during sex: rough, demanding, totally over the top alpha. And that’s what I loved about him. We would get so wrapped up in this passion that hair was pulled, flesh was broken, and as the blood trickled out of my superficial scratch marks, Law would lap it up.
A shiver worked through my body as memories assaulted me.
“I’m yours, Lawson.” I only ever said his full name during sex. I don’t know why, but I knew without a doubt it turned him on.
He spanked my ass over and over again, and I moaned.
“You feel so fucking good.” He groaned the words out. “Yes. Fuck. Yes, Brittin. It’s so damn good.” He picked up speed and slammed harder into me. I couldn’t stop the pleasure-filled cry that left me.
“I want more,” I found myself saying.
“I’ll give you more, baby.” He shoved into me deep, and we both made these deep-rooted noises. “Your cunt is so fucking tight and wet.”
And then the pleasure rose so high I couldn’t even think straight. “I’m going to come.” I didn’t want this to end, but I also wanted to just let go, to let the pleasure wash through me.
“Fuck, baby. I want you to get off, but not yet. Just hold off for a little bit longer, Brittin,” he said and leaned forward to run his tongue up the length of my spine. I felt the tips of his canines on my flesh, that delicious promise that he might break the skin. “Everything about you is so fucking sweet.”
He worked his cock inside of me in deep, hard strokes. I knew he wanted to get off as much as I did, but I also knew he was holding off to make this last.
Law continued to thrust into me, and I forced myself to hold off on coming because of his command. I wanted to do what he said, not because I was weak, but because I knew my submission and obedience pleased him. That gave me power, maybe even more than what he got from dominating me.
He pumped several more times into me before stilling, his balls pressed against my pussy, his breathing harsh. “Fuck,” he breathed out harshly. “I want this to last, but I can’t hold off, baby.”
I sucked in a big lungful of air. “Please,” I begged.
He growled in approval.
Law pulled out so the tip was at my entrance again. “You’re so fucking wet, baby. My cock is all sloppy from how juicy you are.” He thru
st back in so powerfully I couldn’t stop from getting off, just letting go and letting the pleasure spiral through me.
My head felt fuzzy as the pleasure consumed me. That ecstasy seemed to last for long minutes, but I wanted it to last forever. I wanted to think about this moment with Law. I didn’t want to worry about what would happen after the fact.
When I felt the high of the ecstasy leave me, Law pulled out of my clenching pussy, but he wasn’t done yet. I knew that. He turned me around, wrapped his hand loosely around my throat, and slammed his mouth down on mine, kissing me brutally.
I melted into him, not able to even stand up; my legs felt like pudding. But Law had his arm wrapped around my waist, holding me up and close to his body.
Then he broke the kiss and lifted me in his arms with a strength that I was familiar with.
“It feels so fucking good to have you in my arms.”
Yeah, it does.
And then we were in the bedroom. Law had me on the bed a second later, and my body bounced slightly on the mattress.
“Spread your legs for me. I want to see your cunt. I want to see what’s mine.”
I breathed hard and did what he said, because I wanted to.
I could smell him everywhere, covering my body, filling my head.
It made me so damn wet.
Law grabbed his cock and started stroking himself; his huge dick had my inner muscles clenching in need. I wanted him in me again, wanted to feel that stretch and burn from having him in my body.
He let go of himself after a few seconds and stalked toward me like the animal he was, the big grizzly that he housed inside.
“You’re taking your time,” I whispered, needing him with me now.
The growl that came from him was the only thing I heard right before he had his big body on top of me, pressing me into the mattress.
“You’re mine, Brittin,” he said and looked into my eyes, his hand loosely around my neck again, adding just a slight bit of pressure so I knew he was serious.
