Walk on the Striped Side

by Jessie Lane

  “You wouldn’t! We’re in public, Gage,” She panted.

  Grinding his throbbing shaft against her, he agreed, “You’re right. I can’t take your ass out here in the truck. That requires lube, but I sure as hell can fuck that sweet pussy, Amazon. I bet you’re wet for me already, aren’t you? If I unbutton these skin tight jeans, will the smell of your pussy overwhelm me? Let’s find out.”

  He unbuttoned, unzipped and pulled her jeans over her ass along with her panties, so that she was bare to him. The smell of her need was overwhelming and he wondered if it was because she was that turned on or if her heat had anything to do with it. Either way, it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered other than his need to taste that exquisite cream she was making for him and him alone.

  He dropped to his knees behind her and spread her legs as wide as they would go inside the jeans that had her trapped and then started licking. Long, slow licks from the top of her clit and over the petals of her pussy.

  Elena was softly moaning with the first touch of his tongue, but she had her head buried in the seat of the truck, screaming by the tenth stroke. He loved her screams and whimpers; all of those sexy little sounds she made for him when he was sliding his tongue in and out of her before licking her up and down again. His lips were covered in her cream now and the smell and taste of her had made him harder than he’d ever been in his life.

  Unable to wait any longer, Gage stood up behind her, unzipped his jeans and took his cock out. As he slid his already weeping tip up and down her opening, his conscience niggled at him about taking her without a condom and not telling her. She was in heat and he wanted her bare. It’s not like he had to worry about sexually transmitted diseases since he was shifter, and while her heat meant she was fertile, the truth was that it was still hard as hell to conceive cubs. The chances were slim that he would get her pregnant this one time.

  The tiger roared in his head. The beast wanted their mate swollen and sultry with their cubs and demanded he stop debating what nature intended.

  Gage’s conscious nagged at him some more, though, and he was about to pull away and talk to her about it when the unexpected happened. Elena shoved herself back and took him to his base. He groaned in approval.

  She was wet, hot, tight and squeezing him with her muscles. His rational thoughts about cubs and heat completely disappeared and basic instinctive need took over.

  Gage knew he was a little out of it because of the alcohol, and he didn’t want to accidentally hurt her, so he tried to keep his thrusts slow and easy. It allowed him to enjoy every slow slide and that little noise she made in the back of her throat when he seated himself fully inside of her. Those noises were addictive, though, and his tiger wanted to hear more of them, and louder, so he increased his speed, yet it wasn’t enough for him.

  She was starting to shudder all around him, her walls fluttering against his cock, but her face was still buried in that seat. He wanted to hear her. Hell, he wanted the whole bar to hear her and what he was doing to her. Then they could all know how only Gage alone could pleasure this bold woman, and that she was meant for him alone. That line of thought was probably the very reason she kept calling him a caveman.

  His hand wrapped in the silken strands of her hair and pulled her head back. She was now arched in front of him, her face twisted to the side as he held her there, allowing him to see her passion-glazed eyes and clearly hear her loud moans of satisfaction.

  His eyes zeroed in on her unblemished neck and the tiger once again roared in his head, demanding to see their mark there. Gage felt his fangs lengthen in his mouth in anticipation of what he was about to do. He wasn’t going to wait another second to give Elena her mate bite.

  He surged inside her faster, his balls now loudly slapping against her clit as he bent over her back and placed his mouth near her neck.

  “You’re about to come all over my dick, mate, and when you do, you’re going to scream my fucking name, do you understand me?” he snarled.

  Elena wailed, “Yes!”

  He used his free hand to reach forward and grab her breast in his firm grip. The hold helped him pull her body back into his own as he hammered into her. Her body was trembling, her breath a raspy pant, and he could see that her hands were clawing at his truck seat.

  “Please,” she begged him, saying the word in a litany that was music to his ears. “Please, Gage, give it to me.”

  “Tell me you’re mine.”

  “I’m yours!” she cried.

  “Tell me you want my mate mark,” he demanded as he slid his hand from her breast down to cover her clit. She bucked her body wildly at his touch there.

  “I want your mark!” she screamed desperately.

  Those were the words he wanted—no needed—to hear.

  He circled two of his fingers over her clit and it pushed her over the edge. She convulsed around him until her sheath was practically strangling his cock as she screamed his name with a broken voice.

  Taking care not to bite her in a way that could be fatal, he sunk his teeth into the flesh where her shoulder and neck met. Her blood filled his mouth as he released the grip he had on her there at the same time that she came a second time, screaming his name.

  The base of his spine tingled and his balls drew up tight until it was almost painful. When she clamped down on him one last time, he roared in his pleasure and buried himself inside of her to empty his seed into her womb.

  In the aftermath, he lay on top of her, covering her completely while he licked at his mark on her neck. He should have felt a bit of guilt on how long it was going to take her to heal that mark, but all he could feel was a supreme satisfaction that she was, once and for all, finally his.

  Her heart was drumming loudly, her body still shuddering as she whimpered a little when he finally stood up and pulled himself out of her. Gage redressed them both quickly before picking up his mate’s limp body and arranging her so that she was sitting in her seat. Reaching around to buckle her seat belt, he chuckled when she leaned her face forward and kissed his cheek before promptly passing out.

  He had a temporarily sweet, almost submissive Amazon passed out in his truck. It was time to take her home and let her nap before he woke her up for round two.

  CHAPTER-TWENTY-EIGHT

  Elena

  The smell of French toast woke her up for the second time that day. The first time she’d woken up was because Gage had insisted she should get her ass up and watch him change for the first time before he ran off to go catch his early morning breakfast. She’d dragged on his basketball shorts and t-shirt and then followed him out to the living room where he’d changed into a big ass tiger. Then he’d stood there, staring at her like he expected her to freak out or whatever.

  She was half awake, half hung-over and he’d sprouted a freaking tail. Whoopty-fucking-do. If he wanted more of a reaction than a pat on the head, then he should have waited until she was halfway alive. She’d just told him to go catch a squirrel and brush his teeth before he got back into bed with her before she opened the French door to let him out into the backyard.

  As she had stared out the glass at the tiger walking towards the woods, her cell phone in the short’s pocket had rung and she’d answered it grudgingly when she saw it was Chloe. As usual, her sister had been ungodly obnoxious first thing in the morning, however Elena had put up with the conversation since it had been about Delta. Chloe had just watched their little sister walk into the house wearing rumpled clothes from the night before and doing an obvious walk of shame. The two of them had attempted to remember if they’d seen her talking with any one guy in particular last night, but neither of them had been able to come up with an answer.

  Still not awake enough to deal with Chloe’s ramblings, she had turned around to head back to the bedroom she now shared with Gage when she’d stopped short as her eyes had landed on a white tiger with his hind leg extended in the air as he used his tongue to groom himself in an area that she never wanted to see him gr
ooming again. She might have called him a freak, however she couldn’t be sure since there had been no coffee in her system yet.

  So waking up for the second time that day to yummy smells was infinitely better than how she’d been awakened the first time. As she sat up in the bed, she had to wince at the small shot of pain that traveled up her neck and over her shoulder. That mangy feline better be cooking her breakfast after biting her last night.

  Elena moved to get out of the bed to take a quick shower, groaning at the other areas of her body that were sore. Gage had fucked her like a madman all night last night and she might be walking a little bowlegged today because of it. That breakfast smelled really good, though, so she was going to ignore all the pain and get her ass to the kitchen ASAP.

  Rushing through her shower, she dressed in jeans and a long sleeved t-shirt for the mild, North Carolina, November weather and then headed towards the man she’d, in essence, married last night in a parking lot. He was waiting for her at the kitchen table with a plate full of food and a cup of coffee. At the sight of the food, her stomach grumbled loudly and Gage must have heard it because his face spread into a wide smile.

  Hunger pains hit her hard as Elena sat down and started shoveling food into her face. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been this hungry. She practically inhaled her three pieces of French toast and the bacon. Before she knew it, she was picking food off Gage’s heaping plate.

  The man didn’t complain once as she repeatedly stole pieces of bacon or toast and gobbled them up. He did tease her a bit, though. “If you’re going to eat all of my food, the least you could do is come over here and sit on my lap and give me some love, woman.”

  Elena rolled her eyes in feigned annoyance and plopped herself on his lap. He wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled his face into her neck. She was used to him acting all cuddly and cat-like with the ‘pet me, pet me’ routine, but she wasn’t used to the whole sniffing thing he was doing right now. The chuffing sounds he was making while he smelt her up like she was catnip were tickling her skin.

  She reached her hand around and tried to push his face off her neck. “What’s with you this morning? Stop smelling me.”

  He nipped the tips of her fingers so she pulled them away from his face and then started nuzzling her neck again. “I can’t help it. You’ve never smelled this good before—” His body froze, statue still by the end of his sentence.

  Elena rolled her eyes and nibbled on another piece of bacon. “Stop acting like a creepy stalker sniffing my panties.”

  His arms suddenly tightened on her midsection. “Uh, I have something to tell you, mate, and you might not be happy about it.”

  “You have a giant litter box after all? I’m not scooping it, Gar-field. You’re on your own.”

  When she didn’t get a growl or warning or a laugh of amusement back, Elena knew something was wrong.

  Turning to face him, she took in his worried face and asked, “What’s wrong, Gage?”

  He sat there, staring at her instead of answering. Not talking, just gawking at her… and more gawking.

  After several silent minutes of nerve wracking staring she finally snapped, “Spit it out already!”

  “You’re pregnant,” he blurted.

  Silence ensued again. Elena sat there, waiting for the ‘Hey, I’m joking’, or the ‘Don’t mind me; I was just smoking crack’, however the man didn’t say another word. He just sat there looking slightly panicked.

  She didn’t know what was more unnerving. The bomb he’d just dropped or the silence. Since she was kind of in denial about the first thing, she was going to say it was the second thing.

  “Say something!” she shouted.

  Looking a little sheepish, he replied, “I hope we have boys.”

  At those five, small words, Elena flipped her shit.

  Jumping up from his lap, she angrily stood in front of him. “Are you really sitting there telling me that you’ve put a bun in my oven?”

  He nodded.

  “You injected me with your baby batter?”

  Gage snorted. “Funny, that’s what Babushka called it last night when she told me you were in heat.”

  That sentence made Elena see red. “Are you sitting there fucking telling me that you knew you could knock me up and decided to do it without asking me?”

  He held his hands up in surrender, trying to placate her. “We were drunk. The idea sounded better in my head at the time. Besides, shifter children are hard to conceive, Elena. How was I supposed to know that you would get pregnant so easily?”

  “How could you do this to me?” she screamed.

  “Because I want to own you in all ways, mate! Your heart, your soul and your body. And I will do anything and everything I have to, to tie you to me, including children.”

  That bloody tiger was going to be the death of her sanity. She’d told him she loved him, let him chew on her like a cat toy, and forgiven him for hurting her. Why in the hell was he still afraid that she would leave him?

  Not having words to describe her anger, confusion, and frustration, she decided to let him know how she felt with actions instead.

  Elena walked over to the stove, grabbed the dirty frying pan that was still sitting there, and threw it at his head. She knew she wouldn’t hit him; the man was fast enough to dodge it. She didn’t bother to stay after that. She stormed out of their home’s back door to get some fresh air and try and calm down, ignoring the sound of her sister’s voice, not knowing or caring when she had gotten there, as she slammed the door shut behind her.

  CHAPTER-TWENTY-NINE

  Gage

  “Why is she throwing shit at your big, fat head?” Chloe asked as she walked into his house with Alec right behind her. Just what he needed. Twiddle-dee and Twiddle-dum showing up uninvited while he and his mate were fighting.

  “Because I just told her that as of last night, she’s pregnant. She’s a little pissed I didn’t talk to her about it before doing it,” he answered truthfully.

  "Shut the front door!" Chloe shouted excitedly.

  Gage and Alec glanced at the front door of the house, which was shut, and then back to Chloe questioningly.

  "I didn't mean literally, assholes."

  One of Alec’s eyebrows cocked up and he crossed his arms over his chest. Looking from Chloe to his brother, he said, “I swear, the older we get, the more ridiculous the human dialect gets with its idioms. The other night I met this chick after a fight, and just when things were starting to get hot and heavy, she told me she wanted to watch me ‘spank my monkey’.”

  Gage cringed at the mental image his brother had just given him and hoped fervently that Alec would stop talking soon. Otherwise, he might need therapy. As usual, however, Alec just kept running his mouth.

  “The sad thing is, bro, that should have been hot as hell for me. Her wanting me to get off in front of her like that. Instead, all I could think was that a hundred years ago it would have meant she actually wanted me to spank a real live monkey. Instant erection killer, I tell ya.”

  “Ewwww,” Chloe mumbled. “Anyways, let’s go back to the part where you explain how you knocked my sister up on purpose without her consent. After her the little temper tantrum I just witnessed, I’m guessing she’s not very happy with you about it?”

  Gage glared at Chloe incredulously. “Temper tantrum? My woman just threw an iron skillet at my head! I don’t want to even think about what will happen if she finds my weapons stash!”

  “Swiss cheese,” Chloe stated.

  He shook his head in confusion. “Swiss cheese? Are you hungry or something?”

  Shaking her head, she snorted. “No, dummy. If Elena finds your weapons stash, you’re going to look like Swiss cheese. I hope you have a really good life insurance policy. I expect my niece or nephew to be well taken care of if my little sister fills you with holes.”

  Before Gage could respond, Alec said, “Nieces or nephews,” putting emphasis on the ‘s’ in e
ach word.

  Chloe’s jaw dropped open in surprise then she shrieked, “You guys can tell that? If she’s breeding more than one spawn? Is it a smell or something?” She didn’t give him or Alec the opportunity to answer, she just kept shrieking. “My God. Elena was right. You guys are freaks.”

  Gage felt his temper rising. Freaks? His mate had called him, and by association, their future children, freaks?

  He snarled, “She said what?”

  The color drained from Chloe’s face at his tone of voice. She took a step back, putting her hands up in the air, presumably to ward him off, and then took another step away from him. “Now, now. No need to go and get all growly on me. In her defense, she didn’t mean it quite as bad as it sounded.”

  With the stress of all that was going on around him, Gage felt the tenuous control on his beast start to slip. His tiger was pushing to the forefront, demanding to take over. Not that his other half would hurt his mate’s sister, but it sure did want to scare the shit out of her for her careless comment.

  Doing his best to keep his claws from emerging, he gripped the back of the couch in front of him. Gage knew that asking further questions on the matter could cause him to get angry enough to lose complete control, yet he had to know. Had he been wrong about Elena? Gage wouldn’t have dreamed that the woman had a racist bone in her body, and yet, she thought he was a freak? If that was the case, what would she do about their impending cub or cubs?

  “Well, what did she mean then?” he finally snapped out.

  Trying to play it cool, he watched as Chloe ran a trembling hand through hair and fluffed it. Huffing, as if this whole conversation was ridiculous to her and she hadn’t just metaphorically stabbed Gage in the heart, she answered, “She said it this morning, Gage. You’d just turned furry to go catch a meal on the go. After she watched you change form for the first time and run off, I’d called her to talk about Delta.”

  Gage wasn’t liking how this conversation was going so far. He’d thought Elena had been fine with his beast. She hadn’t acted disgusted or put off when he’d come home. In fact, that night had been one of the best of his life. Not just because they’d made love for the second time, but also because she’d come to him on her own. No handcuffs, no excuses or ulterior motives like the night she’d played her games to get the truth out of him. All of his instincts had been sure that Elena was finally ready to give him what he wanted. Her. Unconditionally.