by K. F. Breene
“Oh…wow,” she said. Stars of light burst behind her closed eyes. “Wow.”
A finger worked into her, quickly followed by another as his mouth and tongue worked together in a way she didn’t think was possible. Not even her vibrator could get her so high so fast, her whole body burning up, her core tightening.
“Harder,” she begged, pumping her hips in time to his fingers. “Oh yes, harder. Oh God.” She clutched his hair and soaked in the unbelievable sensations. “Hmm.”
She couldn’t get enough breath. Heat pulsed. Her core tightened. Pleasure slammed into her, ripping a cry of delight from her throat. An orgasm so intense she lost the strength in her legs rolled through her. Suddenly weightless, she wrapped her arms around Jameson’s neck as she vibrated with the glow of aftershocks.
“On top of the covers or in them?” Jameson asked, carrying her to the bed.
“In. Kids might play on top.”
“Good point.” Jameson ripped back the duvet and settled her in before shedding his pants and climbing in beside her.
Knowing it was her turn, she took a moment to feel his heat against her skin before kissing down his neck and onto his chest.
“Not yet,” he said, hands on her shoulders. “I’m not done exploring your body.”
“Okay, but check it out. You’ll need a second to come back from the orgasm I’m about to give you, so you can explore my body then.”
“Efficient. But I don’t need a second. You’ll have me hard immediately after, I have no doubt.”
She rose and looked him in the eye. “I want to suck your cock.”
His breath hitched. He grabbed her cheeks and yanked her closer for a bruising kiss, deep and consuming. She returned it, passionate, losing herself in the feel of his lips. Her leg found its way over his body of its own accord. Likewise did her body set itself up, lying on top of him with her sex just over his.
She rubbed her wetness along his shaft, bursts of pleasure taking over her from the contact. She really should pay him back for the great oral sex, but as she slid on top of him, she couldn’t think about anything else but him inside of her.
Reaching back, she grabbed his shaft and put it in position, his tip kissing her opening. His breath hitched again and his arms tightened on her shoulders. They paused in their kissing, both feeling what was about to happen. For some reason, the moment was filled with gravity.
She sat down. A moan burst from her throat as he filled her. Pleasantly stretched her. Ruined her for all other men. She knew, without knowing how, that he would be her last. That this one was it.
This was the last penis she’d ever fuck. And she was truly happy about that fact.
“I love you,” he said.
She blinked, holding him inside of her, taking a moment to realize he’d said that, not her.
“I love you, too,” she said, her lips on his. “And I look forward to getting to know you so saying that doesn’t sound so crazy.”
He laughed and kissed her again. “I agree. But if feels right. All of this feels right. The fact that I would mate a shifter, after taking the longest to forgive them, feels right.”
“How does that feel right?”
“I have shit luck.”
She laughed and pushed back so she was sitting up, and gyrated slowly on top of him. His gaze was everywhere, meeting her eyes, watching her lips part in ecstasy, onto her breasts. He couldn’t seem to make up his mind what he wanted to gawk at.
She was the same, soaking in his lost look, then noticing his fabulous chest, so damn hot she couldn’t stand it.
“I want to fuck you hard,” she said, speeding up her pace. His cock slid out of her and she sat down hard again, feeling him plunge deeply. “And then I want you to throw me under you, and hammer me as you take my blood.”
He gripped her hips and a lustful sparkle came to his eyes. He lifted her, and pulled down as he thrust upward, piercing her with pleasure.
“Oh!” She let her head fall back as he did it again, crashing into her. “Hmm, Jameson. Oh.”
As she gyrated, panted, and moaned, the pleasure battered her, so intense. So gloriously intense. She bounced on top of him and massaged her clit as he used his strength to give her what she asked for, a hard lay.
“Yes, Jameson,” she said, working herself faster. Grinding on top of him. Her core tightened. “Yes. Almost.” Her lip hurt from biting it. Her moans went up in pitch. “Oh, yes, Oh!”
She blasted apart, her body fragmenting in pleasure. The pieces flew all over as her body hummed for the second time, shaking over him. He quaked beneath her, groaning and clutching her hips.
Before she could collapse onto him, though, pleasantly sated, he threw her to the side and then flipped her over, moving so quickly, and with such strength, that she struggled to get out of his grip. He was on her then, taking her from behind and trapping her to his body.
“Like this or on your back?” he asked, and then licked her earlobe.
Her ardor rose with the struggle and she reached back and scratched his skin. “Back. I want to see your face.”
“As my lady commands.”
He flipped her again, roughly, trapping her to the mattress with his well-built body. She smiled in excitement, dragging him down lower so she could crash her lips to his.
His girth pushed into her again, just as rock hard as it had been a moment before. No, he did not need time to recoup.
“Oh, wow,” she said, truly meaning it. She squeezed her eyes shut and arched, giving his shoulders resistance so he’d go slowly for a second. Thankfully he could switch speeds at a moment’s notice.
She soaked in the new areas he was hitting, rubbing just right. He ran his hands up her chest, cupping her breasts as she tossed her arms over his shoulders. She squeezed him with her thighs and pushed up into him.
“Hmm, Addison,” he said, kissing her, plunging his tongue into her mouth as he plunged his cock into her body. “You feel so good.”
She arched, swinging her hips upward to meet his thrust. With each crash, pleasure coursed into her. Her grip tightened around his neck and her hips swung up harder, faster; she needed more from him. Needed it all.
Obviously feeling it, he labored, pumping into her with strength and power, forcing cries of delight. Breathing hard, trying to kiss him despite wanting to scream in pleasure, she moved against him, their bodies getting slick with sex and sweat.
She took two fistfuls of his hair and dragged his mouth down to her neck. “I’ve heard your kind can claim your females. I want that with you.”
“That is forever, Addison. It is beyond mating. Beyond bearing my children. If we do this, it is a mark through the rest of time. None of my people will touch you unless they want to answer to me.”
“I know. I want it. You. Forever.”
A shock of pain announced him going for it. After less than a day, they were choosing each other for life.
It was insane.
It felt righter than anything had in her whole life.
Pleasure unlike she’d ever known swept her breath away. She couldn’t cry out. Or even moan. Her mouth fell open and her eyes fluttered closed as wave after intense wave rolled through her. An orgasm vibrated her core, followed by another. And another. She almost wanted him to stop, it was so intense.
The draw on her neck ended and the last orgasm shook her body.
“There are two parts. The first we can complete after dinner. It is another blood exchange to cement a link between us. You have time to back out on that one.”
She shook her head. He smiled, still moving inside her. Slow and sensual.
“The other is the mark. Staking my claim. Sasha put a magical mark on the Boss, but as far as I know, Anne hasn’t figured out how to mark Charles, so that will have to be one-sided.”
“I will openly claim you as mine. My mark is my word. If anyone touches you, I’ll end them. Then you, if you allowed it.”
His smile made her heart thump, he was so
handsome.
“Fair enough.”
He started moving again, faster. Harder. Aggression, power, and strength fueled his thrusts. He took a fistful of her hair and yanked, thrusting into her. Dominating her.
Her core wound up, taking the glorious beating of his cock and begging for more. She rose to meet his downward thrusts, swiveling just a little to hit new areas.
“Mine,” he growled, riding low over her. His hard chest rubbed against her sensitive nipples, the sensation decadent. “You’re mine,” he said again, pounding into her.
“Yes, Jameson,” she said, not able to take it. Right at the edge again. Hanging out there.
“Take my blood,” he commanded.
“Yes.” She grabbed his head like prey, angled his head, and ripped into his skin, her animal rising to the surface and taking over. His blood flowed over her tongue, spicy and exotic, like him, filled to the brim with magic, the current making her latch on and suck it down.
He moaned and convulsed, emptying into her. Still she sucked, wanting more of him. Some part of her knowing it wasn’t time to let up.
He came again, groaning. And another, his balls probably bone dry by that point. One more time and she finally let up as an orgasm hit her out of nowhere. She convulsed against him, feeling him shake above her, each of them clutching each other in desperation, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful.
Aftershocks rolled through, making her tremble as her arms fell away and smacked the bed. She went completely limp, unable to move.
“I’ve never experienced that before,” he said in a low hum, draped over her. “Am I crushing you?”
“It feels good.”
“Good. I don’t want to move.”
“This is probably a little late in asking, but you haven’t done this blood thing with anyone else, right?”
“That would be an awful surprise for them if I did, since you’d undoubtedly kill them.”
“That’s a no, then?”
“Correct. You are the only one. But I have taken blood before, and people have taken blood from me, a few men and women both. It has never felt like that.”
“Maybe because I’m a shifter.”
“I don’t know, but I’ve never come that much at one time. I’m probably dehydrated.”
She huffed out a laugh, and then sucked in a breath as she felt a strange sort of pulse deep inside her. Like satisfaction and a deep, consuming love.
He rose and braced his elbows on the side of her head, his brow furrowed. “Are you in awe right now?”
“Yes. You really do love me.”
His eyes softened. “I see no point in lying.”
“Sure, but men often think they are in love when they are having sex.”
He laughed. “True, I suppose. You can feel my truth.”
“I thought we had to finish after dinner.”
“We should have had to, yes. We shouldn’t be able to link that quickly. I’ve never heard of that happening, and that is something people would discuss.”
“They’d discuss something that intimate?”
“Couples have been known to exchange blood at the same time. Then they give it a long time before exchanging again. If a link happened after just the one time, it would be a large issue.” He paused. “What’s wrong?”
She took a deep breath. “I’ll be missing pills because that clown stole my birth control. We might not be protected. Sorry. With everything else—”
“You have nothing to feel guilty about. It was my responsibility as well, and I…didn’t think of it, honestly. Did you…want kids?”
It was her turn to hesitate. “I never really thought about it, honestly. I didn’t think I’d be able to find a guy I’d stick with. But…I wouldn’t mind having one or two of my own. I know I’m not great with them, but my sister says it’s different when they’re yours.” She looked into his eyes, deeply serious. “But if it doesn’t come of this, I’m fine not having them, too, if that’s what you’d prefer. I wouldn’t feel like I’m missing out on anything.”
“When Sasha got pregnant, and then with the others, I always hoped someday I could. But if…”
He stalled. She kissed him. “Well, we’ll see what happens. At least it wouldn’t be a terrible oops.”
“It would be a lovely surprise, like you were to your parents.”
She laughed. “True.”
He rolled over and pulled her next to him, putting his arm around her. She settled her head in the hollow of his shoulder and draped as much of her body across him as possible.
“Whatever happens, we’ll deal with it together.” His voice rumbled through his chest. “I should probably mention that I have the big house you crave. It’s not as big as this one, but it is much too big for just me.”
“You do strike me as the kind of guy to be materialistic.”
“Yes.”
She laughed softly and cuddled a little closer. “How much time do we have?”
“I set my alarm. A couple hours, or until Charles comes and beats on the door.”
“Are they going to think you are crazy?”
“Not as crazy as they’ll think you are. Do you care?”
“No. But they’re not my friends.”
“They will be.” He kissed her forehead, then the tip of her nose, then her lips. “Sweet dreams.”
Chapter Eleven
Loud banging on the door had both Jameson and Addison standing in the middle of the room in alarm with bleary eyes and dragging limbs.
“Let’s go, you two,” Charles shouted through the door. “There is fun and merriment to be had out here.”
Jameson released his breath, then started as he looked at his glowing tattoos. Burnished gold with edges of white. He’d gotten a serious power boost from Addison.
“Why are you proud?” she asked sleepily, falling back onto the bed. Then she shouted, “Go away.”
“Fine. But I’m coming back. Hurry up!” Charles said.
“You have a helluva lot of power,” Jameson said.
“Hmm.” Her chest rose and fell, drawing his attention to her perfect breasts.
Unable to resist, he lowered himself over her and licked a budded nipple. He sucked lightly as she softly moaned, moving so he could slip a finger into her wetness while massaging her clit with his thumb.
“My God, you’re good at sex.” She arched lethargically, like the cat she was, and spread her legs. “If it was an Olympic sport, you’d win, hands down.”
“I don’t have nearly the practice Charles has,” Jameson said, moving up her body.
“I’d rather not a man-whore.” She smiled, and then sucked in a breath when he rubbed his tip along her slit.
“I’ve never been this reckless in my life,” he said, resting his chest on hers. He thrust, burying his shaft to the hilt, then took a moment just to feel her tightness.
“It’s definitely crazy.”
Her legs worked further up his sides, allowing him to push just a bit deeper. He was rewarded with a feminine mew. Her lips grazed against his as he pulled out slowly, savoring the feeling, then thrust back in, hard and fast.
“Wow,” she said breathily. She sucked in his bottom lip.
He withdrew again, before plunging.
“Oh hmmm.” Her eyes fluttered and she dropped her head back. “So good at sex. So, so good.”
“This is pretty basic,” he said with a smile, relishing the warm feeling of devotion pulsing through their link.
“Usually basic is mostly unimpressive.”
“Maybe for shifters.”
She smiled and swung her hips upward. “Shifters don’t drink blood like you do.”
“Anne does. You do.”
“Bad influence.” She moaned as he drove forward, angling her jaw to the side.
Without further prompting, he bent to her neck and bit, immediately rewarded with her sweet taste of potent magic rolling over his tongue. His senses went on high alert. The raw wildness of her t
aste revved up his heart and sang through his blood.
Soaking in the feeling, he pumped harder, smelling the hot grasses of a plain. Feeling the thrill of the hunt. The joy in stalking prey, then the glory of the final kill. He groaned with the sweet ecstasy of it, a taste and feeling unlike anything one of his kind had ever offered.
“Yes, Jameson,” she said, clinging to him. “Yes. Oh God! Oh!”
She shook with climax. He took another pull, knowing he couldn’t take much more or he’d drain her dry. She shouted again, shaking with another climax. And another, the act of taking blood a continuous barrage of pleasure, like it had been for him earlier.
He released her neck and rolled, pulling her on top of him. Wasting no time, she rose and sat, their bodies smacking together, the sensation overwhelming. Without needing to be prompted, she bent to his neck and ripped into him, gloriously painful, and then unreal pleasure. Cries muffled, she gyrated wildly as his first orgasm took him. He pumped his seed into her as the sensation tugged on his stomach. Immediately the pleasure built again, so high all he could do was hold on to her as she worked, shaking the bed and making the headboard ram against the wall.
Another climax robbed him of breath. His fingers dug into her back. The pleasure didn’t dissipate, though. His cock didn’t lose steam. She sucked again, and he nearly blacked out with the waves of intense sensation.
“Oh!” she exclaimed, much too loudly for where they were, and arched backward. Her nails raked down his front as her body shook. He sat up and trapped her in his arms, releasing the certain blend of pheromones that his kind used to mark their mates. He’d done it last night, but he couldn’t resist doing it again. If any male so much as looked her way too strongly, rage would overcome him. He knew this.
“You are mine,” he said, his voice thick with his primal need.
“Yes,” she whispered, her fingers digging into his back now.
They shook against each other, their final climax almost too much to bear. He fell backward, out of steam. She landed on top of him, completely spent.
“I’ve never come so much,” she said, out of breath. “It’s exhausting.”
“Yes, it is. But I’ll rise to the occasion whenever you’re ready.”
