Taming Her Hybrid Beast

by Jenika Snow

  “You play a dangerous game, mate.” He lowered his gaze to her mouth.

  Her lips were parted, her breathing hard and fast, and she felt her nipples were poking through her shirt.

  “With you it seems I have to play dangerously,” she said on a whisper.

  He growled low, and it was all lion and tiger. The flash of those two beasts moved across his face, and she saw his muscles expand with their power. He tightened his hand in her hair once more and bared his teeth. But he didn’t push her away. Instead he slammed his mouth on hers so forcefully that for a second their teeth clashed together. He was a force to be reckoned with, one that was so intense that she felt dizzy from the sensations he caused inside of her.

  He spun her around so now she was the one pressed against the wall of the barn, his hands both tightly in her hair now, and his fingers tugging at the strands until tears tracked down her cheeks. She wanted his mark, his brand on her, and she wanted to scream out because her mate was finally acknowledging that what they had was not something to be ignored. Two days was a long time for a mate to try to stay away from his female. But to her it had felt like her own special hell on earth, because there was a part of her that felt discarded in a way, even if Roake was trying to stay away for their own good. He tilted her head back as far as it would go, and then latched his mouth onto her throat. The purr that left him was this distorted sound, and she knew that it was a mixture of both of his felines.

  “I could devour you until there wasn’t anything left, Emma.” He growled low against her throat, and she felt the vibrations all the way to her clit. She was wet now, so wet that her panties were soaked.

  Her mind and body were on the same wavelength, screaming for this male to have her, to let his powerful body slide inside hers, and take her in any way he saw fit. She just wanted him to claim her. She noticed the way his breathing changed and knew Roake was only seconds away from shifting. Emma also knew he hadn’t done so since he had been at the farm, and from talking to him and Annabelle she knew that they had been kept weak so they hadn’t been able to shift. A year was an eternity for a shifter to not be able to go into their animal form. Emma didn’t want to focus on anything but him. With the scent of him filling her lungs and the masculine and raw animal sexuality he was throwing off, she was helpless to stop what he did next.

  He slipped his hand down her head and gripped her behind her neck, pulling her forward until her body slammed against his. Her breasts pressed against the hard planes of his chest, and the air gushed out of her at the feel of the rock hard planes of his pectoral muscles against her breasts. For several long seconds all he did was search her face with his gaze, as if he were memorizing her. It felt like her body would explode if he didn’t touch more of her.

  “You are so fucking beautiful.” His words were spoken softly, but still distorted because he was more animal than human. Roake was rough around the edges, brutal in his strength, and didn’t apologize for these traits. He lifted his hand and ran his finger along her cheek. The act was gentle, yet it wasn’t at the same time. The scent of the horse and hay filled her senses, and she closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. This would be a fast and wild coupling, and she knew that it would be something she never forgot. The growl that came from him had her opening her eyes and staring up at him.

  “I wanted to give you space, Emma, I really fucking did.” He started to lower his head to hers until his lips were a hair’s-breadth away. “But you want to tempt me, tease my beasts until they give you want you want.” He stared right into her eyes. “That’s so fucking dangerous, especially now, Emma, especially for as unstable as I am.”

  “I’m not afraid of you, Roake.” She wanted to lean in that little bit and kiss him again, but she stayed still.

  “Your scent invades me.” He inhaled deeply. “And your closeness drives me up the fucking wall.” His warm breath slid along her face.

  “So stop fighting it and just claim me.” She could hear her heart beating in her ears, feel it in her throat, and although Roake was a dangerous man, she trusted him with her life. He was her mate, and it was ingrained in her that they were to be together in every way possible.

  “You want me to taste you, baby?”

  She nodded, but right now she felt like she was disconnected from reality. “Yes.”

  “Fuck, Emma.” He closed his eyes for a moment, as if he were trying to rein in his control, and for a second she thought he would snap. He was strung tight, that was for sure. He pressed his lower half into her belly, and the huge feel of his erection prodded her. At the feel of that hard, thick length, she had to clench her thighs together. Fortunately, he didn’t say anything else, just opened his eyes and pressed his lips to hers once more. She scented his desperation, and it rivaled her own.

  Chapter Eight

  Roake was a fiend for her, but he was far too gone to stop this now. She had all but dangled herself in front of him, and then made the first move. She might have started this, but he was going to see it through and finish it. There was no dominance coming from her, because he was the one that was in control, would take this as far as his mate could handle, and give her all that she needed. A pink coloring dotted her cheeks, and the sweet smell of her clouded leopard filled his nose and made him groan.

  Her mouth was hot and sweet, and his cock jerked beneath his jeans. It had been a long fucking time since he had been with a woman, but Emma wasn’t just any woman. She was his. He swept his tongue into the wet cavern of her mouth and stroked it along hers, eliciting a moan from her. Sliding his hands down her back, he gripped her ass and brought her closer to him, which was almost an impossible act give the fact they were practically one at that moment. His cock jerked at the feel of her softness. She seemed hesitant to touch him now, when just seconds before she was the one devouring him. But the sound of her lightly moaning told him she was finding her nerves once more. She slid her hands up his chest and dug her nails into his skin. The clothes he wore were her brother’s, but he wanted nothing between them. Roake wanted to feel her body nude and shaking beneath his hands and mouth. She was as close to him as two people could get, closer than he had ever let anyone get. Once he had relinquished his need to stay away it was like a dam bursting. He was purely working on instinct now, and there wasn’t anything on this fucking planet that could stop him from claiming Emma.

  “I’m going to take you, Emma.” He kissed her harder and with more possession. “I’m going to make it so that you smell like me, so that my teeth marks are on your body, and my cum is filling you.”

  She gasped against his lips, and he swallowed the sound. He gripped the cheeks of her bottom, slid them up and took her skirt right along with the movement. Her ass was full and round, just like her body. He squeezed the mounds, which were only covered by a thin layer of cotton, and groaned. He smelled how wet her cunt was, knew if he slipped his fingers between her legs his hand would be saturated with her desire for him. He lifted her easily, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. The warm feeling of her pussy had him nearly coming right there in his jeans. He turned, broke the kiss, and scanned for a place that would give them a semblance of privacy. Frankly Roake didn’t care if someone came in and saw them, but he wanted Emma to be comfortable.

  “There is a saddle room just around the corner,” she said against this mouth, and then pressed her pussy down on the bulge of his erection.

  He held her tighter and strode to where she had gestured. Once in the saddle room, which had no door but would give them some privacy, he set her on the edge of a wooden outcropping. He then pressed his dick into the softness between her legs. She gasped, and he groaned. “If I don’t get my cock inside of you, Emma, I’m going to come right in my fucking pants.”

  She panted against his lips and nodded. “I want you inside of me.”

  Her words made his lion and tiger snap and growl and claw to get out. The fucking selfish bastards wanted Emma with a ferociousness that bordered on manic. Th
e position had her legs opened wide and the scent of her musky arousal filling his head. Grinding himself into her, he grunted and felt pre-cum start to make the front of his jeans wet. “I am going to have my dick so deep inside of you that you will be able to feel me days later, mate.” He kissed and nipped along her jaw, and felt this surge of satisfaction when she tilted her neck to give him better access.

  “God, Roake,” she said on a breathless gasp.

  He ran his tongue along her throat and felt his canines descend. Roake wanted to mark her, wanted to spill her blood and get his saliva into her bloodstream so she’d always smell like him. He’d also fill her with his seed, make sure that when any shifter fucking scented her they would know that she was his, and that if they tried to fuck with her their blood would be on his hands. His animal side was coming out in fuller force with each passing second. He could feel his tongue swell, knew that it got rougher as his felines took control. “Do you feel how my animals want you, baby?”

  She nodded, but didn’t verbally respond.

  “You feel my canines, Emma, the coarseness of my tongue?” He pulled back, but didn’t allow her time to respond. “Do you see my animals right at the surface?” he said in a harsh voice.

  “Yeah, and I’m so wet for you, Roake.”

  “Baby, I want you so fucking bad.” He ground himself against her over and over again until he was close to coming from the act alone. He forced himself to stop, because no way he was about to fucking let go without being deep inside of her. He fucking cursed himself for trying to stop from being with her. What in the hell was he thinking? Did he really see himself just walking away from his mate? Right now with the desire and lust moving through him, he was pissed that he had tried, but did he really think he could still stay once everything was all said and done? Roake still needed revenge, and he didn’t know if he’d ever be the same.

  When she dug her nails into his nape, he pushed away all other thoughts except what was happening right now. He relished the sting she caused, and felt his cock jerk. He broke the kiss, and licked and sucked at her pulse. “That’s it, Emma, just give yourself to me.” He ran his tongue the rest of the way up her neck and to her mouth. He let his hands slide over her waist and down to her thighs. The skirt she wore was pushed up, and her smooth thickness greeted his hands. Fuck, he loved everything about her. He gripped the material of her skirt, and gave her a minute to stop him. She didn’t, and in fact lifted her hips closer.

  Her ass now hung off the side of the ledge, and a growl left him. He pushed her skirt the rest of the way up, and looked down to see her wet panties. “Spread your legs wider.” He barely got the words out, but she obeyed him right away. The scent of her slammed into him even harder, and he felt his nails turn into claws. His animals were coming out, and he knew that once he had his cock in her that their presence would be even more pronounced. He went back to kissing her, and soon it became desperate. He tore her shirt off, and she did the same with his. Right now they were just animals needing to be with each other, mates that needed to be claimed.

  “God, what is happening to me, Roake?” she said and leaned her head back on the wall. She looked down the length of his chest, and he saw her gaze stop at the black tiger stripes that lined both of his sides. If she thought that was different, she hadn’t seen anything yet. When he shifted he was another animal altogether. But the only thing he smelled from her was her lust for him. When she reached down and touched his stripes that arousal scent intensified. She leaned in this time and ran her tongue along his bottom lip, and at the same time started working the button of his jeans undone.

  “You’re surrendering to your mate, baby.” He grinned, but it wasn’t from pleasure. “We’re going to fuck, Emma. I’m going to fuck you.” He could have said it a little less harshly, could have tried to make her feel cherished and special, but he wasn’t that kind of man. He was going to give it to her the only way he knew how, and by the way she moaned and thrust out her breasts, which were barely restrained by her lace bra, he knew that was fine with her. Besides, it didn’t matter what he called what they were about to do, because in the end it was all the same: Roake claiming his mate and making it known she was his.

  He slipped his hands beneath her ass, gripped her tiny panties that were nothing more than a strip of fabric, and ripped those motherfuckers in half. She was wet and smelled so fucking good. Roake stepped back only enough to grab her ankles. He lifted her legs and placed her heels on the bench she sat on. Her pussy spread open for him like a damn flower in the sun. Her clit was swollen, and he was going to make her scream before he slid his cock into her pussy. He slid his fingers through her slit and gathered her cream before bringing it to his mouth.

  “Watch me, Emma,” he said deeply, but she was already staring right at him.

  Her throat worked as she swallowed, and he brought his soaked fingers to his lips and sucked them into his mouth. Her eyes widened, and she parted her lips. He didn’t hold in the guttural noise that left him. When every ounce of her arousal was cleaned from his fingers he took her mouth again, and speared his tongue passed her lips. Roake wanted her to taste herself on him.

  “Oh, God.” She let her head fall back and closed her eyes when he touched her pussy again. He slid his middle finger into her body and placed his thumb on her clit. With his free hand he took her wrist, moved her hand between their bodies, and had her finish what she started. She had gotten the button undone, but now he wanted his cock out and her fingers wrapped around the girth.

  “You feel that?” he said once she got his dick out and was stroking the fuck out of it. He still had his hand wrapped around her wrist, and although he was the one guiding her movements along his length, she was adding pressure by squeezing him. “I am so damn hard for you, so fucking hard that my cock might never go down, baby.”

  “Roake.” She said his name softly.

  “Well, I guess that just means I’ll have to fuck my mate constantly, won’t it?” He wanted her inflamed like he was. He pushed his finger in and out of her, and felt her inner muscles clench around the digit. “Fuck, you’re tight.” He dragged his lips back down her neck to where it met with her shoulder. Sinking his teeth into the supple flesh, he pumped his finger in and out of her, loving how her tight pussy gripped it, as if she didn’t want him to stop. “My mate is greedy for me.”

  “Yes,” Emma said and speared her other hand in his hair.

  He kept working his finger in and out of her, while he worked his thumb back and forth over her clit. He wanted her to come before he fucked her with his dick.

  “Kiss me, Roake, please, kiss me,” she said, and then they were kissing hard like they couldn’t get enough of each other. When she started stroking him on her own now, he let out a hiss and slammed his hand on the wood beside her head. The saddle gear tacked to the wall rattled from the force of his action, but by the time he was inside of his mate the whole fucking barn would be shaking.

  She glanced down at his dick and slowly licked her lips. If she only knew how hard it was for him to control himself when she did something so mundane, she’d stop right now.

  “God, you’re so big.”

  She hadn’t felt anything yet. Taking hold of her ass again, he pulled her to the edge of the counter since she had moved back. She was forced to wrap her hands around his shoulders for stabilization. Her pussy was still spread wide for him, and her wetness glistened. She was ready for him, primed and so fucking soaked he’d slide right into her tight heat.

  Taste her, lick her, and let us have her.

  His animals growled in his head. Dropping onto his haunches, he let his hands slide down her inner thighs until his thumbs brushed against her folds. He spread her open and saw the darker pink of her inner lips. Roake didn’t waste another minute. He latched his mouth onto her, closed his eyes, and grunted at the flavor of Emma. She was sweet and addictive. He ate her out until she came against his mouth. Her hands in his hair, she tugged at the strands, pul
ling him closer as she ground herself on his face. He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to be inside of her. Standing, he took himself in hand and placed it at her entrance.

  He should have been thinking more clearly, thinking about protection and making sure they were safe. Roake certainly didn’t need any children, but he couldn’t ignore the call of being with his mate with nothing between them. The look on her face told him she was right there with him, and then she grabbed his forearm and dug her little claws into him.

  “Fuck me,” she said, and her eyes flashed from her clouded leopard coming forth.

  “This won’t be slow and easy,” he said as he pushed the head of his cock into her. “I can’t go slow and easy.”

  “I want it anyway, Roake. I just want it.” She dug her nails further into his skin, and he bared his teeth. “I want it hard and fast so that I know this is real.”

  He gripped her waist and sank all the way into her, so far and deep that he was balls deep. The cry that left her and the feel of her claws breaking the skin of his arm had a rumble leaving him. Wet, hot, tightness immediately engulfed him.

  “Roake.” The way she said his name, all breathy, had him rearing his hips back and slamming into her again. His balls slapped against her ass, and the sound of their bodies coming together filled his head. Roake went on instinct now. He let his animals free so they could experience this, too. He started to really fuck her. In and out, faster and harder, and soon she had to hold onto him tightly while he claimed her in the only way he knew how. Sweat started to trickle down his back and he felt his lion and tiger purring and snapping for more. Always more.

  “That’s it. Yeah.” The gear tacked to the wall started shaking, threatening to fall. But he wanted destruction all around them. Mine. She is mine. Only mine. “Squeeze your pussy around my cock.” Claim her. Mate her. Make her know without a doubt that she is yours forever.