Shifter: Stefan's Mark

by Jaden Sinclair

  "I've waited so long for you, Sidney."

  He was in her head. Just like all those years ago—like the dreams she used to have.

  "It is time, Sidney.” Stefan spoke in a hot, lust-filled, forceful manner that came out clear enough for anyone to know he wasn't going to be swayed. He wanted her and nothing and no one was going to stand in his way.

  "It can't be,” she whispered in a sense of disbelief. “This isn't real."

  "Oh, but it can.” Staring her dead in the eye, he squeezed her ass. Sidney could see how determined he was to have her.

  "H-how?"

  "I have waited so long, Sid,” he purred the words at her, rubbing his cheek against her own. “Too damn long.” Stefan pulled back, meeting her gaze once again. “Now is the time.” He finished in a voice that spoke of his seriousness.

  "Time for what?” she asked breathless.

  "Time for me to make you mine forever."

  "My bride."

  The last she heard in her head, which caused a shiver to race down her body. The light that shone brightly in his eyes at the involuntary movement told her he had felt it.

  "Like hell!” Sidney started to struggle against him. She even tried to jump off the table, but Stefan prevented her from moving. She slapped at him and tried to kick him away, but all he did was work at getting hold of her wrists. Sidney even tried to bite him she was so angry.

  "Don't fight me, Sidney.” He grunted as he fought with her. “We are made for each other. You felt it then and have dreamed about it ever since.” His voice was thick yet a little harsh.

  "Let me go you, crazy fuck!” She tried to hit him and kick her way off the table.

  "We can do this one of two ways—easy or hard. You make the choice. Either way, I will have you.” Stefan said coldly.

  "What?” Sidney frowned at him as if he had lost his mind.

  "I have waited four years for you as patiently as I can. Waited until the day would come that I could touch you. We have dreamed together for those years.” Stefan took hold of her arms roughly, giving Sidney a sharp shake. “This time I am not going to let you go like I did before. I am giving you the choice. Do you want to come with me on your own, or do we do this my way?” He grunted again and held her arms down.

  "I'm not going anywhere with you.” Panic was in her voice while she fought. “My father should have killed you long ago.” Sidney tried with all of her might to get him to move just enough so that she could get off the table. He didn't move an inch. A tight smile twisted the corners of his lips. Roughly, Stefan took both of her wrists and pinned them behind her back, pushing her chest out toward him.

  "Your father should have done a lot of things.” He glanced down at her shirt then cupped one of her breasts with his free hand, taking her breath away. “Allowing you anywhere near me is something he should not have done.” He squeezed her breast. Then his touch gentled, and he grazed her nipple with his thumb. She gasped, and it hardened beneath his fingers. “I take what is mine, and you are mine. Shall I show you?” he purred in a deadly calm voice.

  * * * *

  He grazed her breast with his left hand and moved it down the length of her body. He teased her as he slowly caressed her leg up to the hem of her skirt. All the while, her breathing increased and the scent of her desire became stronger. The way he held her wrists behind her back guaranteed that Sidney would not move much. As he caressed her, he never broke their eye contact. He watched her eyes glaze over, saw her need building.

  Stefan slid his hand up the side of her skirt and skimmed the outline of her panties. Stefan paused a moment to grin at the discovery his hand encountered. A slow smile spread across his face with the realization that she only had on a thong, showing Sidney his surprise at her wearing such a sexy pair of panties. His smile never faltered as he ripped them right off with very little effort. She tried to scoot back from his hands, but he held her firmly with one hand. Using the other, Stefan moved one finger to trace the outline of her pussy then slipped one inside of her just an inch or so. The moan that escaped her lips was priceless to him. Nothing sounded or felt as good as what he felt and heard now. His cock thickened in his slacks. He sensed hair starting to sprout out on his body and found he had to force it back. Even the lingering beast within screamed for Stefan to take her.

  This was what they had dreamed about. Stefan spent many nights giving Sidney all of her fantasies in dreams. Each and every night since he had walked out of that lab, he had filled her mind with him, making sure she never forgot about him. She never thought about another either. He even made sure she was familiar with his touch. Everything he did to her in those dreams, he planned to do to her now.

  Stefan moved his mouth along her neck to her jaw, then back down again. He tasted her with his tongue, felt her with his fingers, and held her with his body. Her body language told him how she missed those dreams. So used to his touch that even though she told him she wanted nothing to do with him, her body arched into him. She missed those dreams, and that is what Stefan wanted her to do when he stopped them.

  "Do you come with me, Sidney, or do I take you?"

  She met his gaze again and Stefan was impressed by the fire he saw there. “Go to hell,” Sidney spat at him.

  Stefan looked at her calmly. “Have it your way."

  Stefan's eyes never left hers as he withdrew a syringe from his pocket. Before she could react, he slipped the cap off and pinned her to the wall. His gaze held hers. He saw the glittering rage in her eyes and chose to ignore it. “I always get what I want.” He kissed her hard, almost violently. She struggled against him, but he didn't relinquish his grasp. His lips continued to plunder hers and when she capitulated, he knew it. It was then that he pushed the needle into her thigh. He swallowed her cry and pushed the contents into her. When he took the needle out of her skin, he broke their kiss. “Mine forever,” he whispered.

  A few minutes later, the drug took effect, her eyes closed and she fell against him. Stefan scanned the crowd to make sure no one had seen what he had done. When he was sure he had gone unnoticed, he picked her up and disappeared into the night.

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  Chapter Three

  Sidney was dreaming of being at home. She felt her soft bed under her, could smell bacon cooking, and thought her mother was downstairs. She even thought she could hear the faint sound of laughter. Dreaming of her past, that is until she felt her clothes start to come off. Even though she couldn't open her eyes, it didn't bother her one bit. Sidney knew this was part of a dream. It had to have been. Only in her dreams did she let him touch her like this, to undress her the way he was. Only in her dreams could she feel like this, such ... passion!

  She felt warm hands slide off her jacket, felt them tug lightly on her hips, and slip the skirt from her body. She stirred, thinking about opening her eyes, but in doing that, she would lose the dream, and she enjoyed the feelings that seemed to wash over her.

  Again, warm hands skimmed her body, sending shivers along her skin. Slowly and lightly, fingers grazed her belly, pulling her top up. When it came off, she felt the cool air hit, causing her nipples to harden. Sidney took a quick gulp of air when she again felt his lips on her heated flesh. Light kisses pressed to her stomach and trailed to the underside of her breast. The hot breath against her skin caused warmth to pool inside her.

  The bed shifted and his arms soon imprisoned her. She felt trapped and had the urge to open her eyes, but couldn't. They felt heavy, as if something was holding them down. She felt the need to see his face. To see him again and see what was making her body need things that only in her dreams could she want.

  Sidney moaned when his hot tongue licked her nipple. She arched up, wanting more, but as quickly as the heat had seared her, it was gone. Moments later the same heated tongue dipped into her belly button. Lower still it went, causing Sidney to feel as if she couldn't breathe. Her hands fisted the cool sheets, she squirmed, but still, that tongue moved lower. Hot b
reath against her pussy brought liquid heat to her center. Broad shoulders propped her open to his view. Slow moments ticked by while Sidney waited for his next move.

  When he teased her pussy with his tongue, she almost shot off the bed. The arousal that coursed through her was amazing. Never had she been so turned on. If he stopped now, she knew she'd die. When he became more daring and bold with his tongue, her hips rose to invite more. If this was reality, she knew she'd not be able to allow this. But in her dreams ... she felt free to be a woman.

  His hands caressed her body. He reached for her nipples and gave them a squeeze. Her legs spread farther, and he took full advantage and licked her again. When his tongue flicked her clit, she responded, by arching up for much more. His teeth grazed her clit, and she moaned as she raised her hips in a plea for more—and more she got. He pulled her clit into his mouth and sucked as he pinched her nipples.

  The orgasm spread through her, and she screamed her ecstasy. When the passion spread through her, she clamped her legs around his head, drawing him closer to her. The orgasm hit her and she heard herself scream. She waited for the dream to end—it always did after she came—but this time it didn't. He continued to work on her with his mouth, and when she felt another orgasm approaching, she knew this was no dream.

  The second orgasm hit, and this time Sidney found the strength to open her eyes. Her back arched, and a deep moan mixed with the cry that left her lips. Somehow, Sidney managed to look down her body to see hands on her breasts and a head between her legs, a sandy-brown head. The moment a third orgasm, stronger than the others came, it prevented her from doing anything other than riding it out. She couldn't even push those hands or that head from between her legs. Instead, she screamed and pressed her pussy hard into his face.

  "Please ... no more,” Sidney begged as his mouth continued to worry at her clit. Sidney tried to pull away from him, but he was too strong. He held her in place, letting her know he wasn't done with her yet. “Oh God!” She cried out once more as she felt yet another orgasm about to approach.

  In one fluid motion, he let go of her breast and caressed down the length of her body. Before she could utter a protest, he hiked one of her legs over his shoulder holding her in place as his other hand moved toward her pussy. Slowly, he licked up and down the length of her slit before he slipped one finger inside of her, fucking her as he sucked on her clit.

  Dazed, Sidney was unable to do anything but close her eyes and ride the wave of pleasure he was giving her. She'd never had so many orgasms before and allowing a man his pleasure had been unthinkable. Why was she allowing it now? How could Sidney let this go on knowing that it was no longer a dream? Her answer? She was so caught up in the heat of passion that if he did stop, she knew she would only beg him to finish it. Unlike the last time, he did not let her come. This time, he worked his magic on her but refused her the release she sought. She wanted so badly to orgasm once again, but over and over again, he'd take her to the brink, only to stop. In a moment of mind-bending agony, she begged for fulfillment.

  His mouth ceased its sucking, but he continued to finger her. Sidney did not open her eyes, and she didn't speak when he shimmied up her body while his finger continued plundering her. She did open her eyes when his full weight settled between her splayed thighs. Sidney wanted to look at him but found it impossible as he buried his head in her neck. His fingering ceased, and she felt the loss until he took the head of his cock and rubbed it against her, putting a bit of pressure on her clit with the head. Slowly, he let the head slip inside a fraction of an inch but no more. Sidney knew he wanted her to feel him.

  "Do you want to come again, Sidney?” His husky voice sent a shiver up her spine. In that moment, reality set in. She heard his voice, and her mind screeched to a halt and begged her to stop this, but her body was still on fire and wanted to come so badly.

  "Do you? Would you like to feel pleasure like never before?” He allowed his cock to rub against her, and she felt the blazes of need building again. Sidney knew he could tell what she was feeling because he would stop and bring her back down, knew that the way he teased her was only intensifying her desire and need for release.

  "Only I will give it to you, Sid. No one will ever touch you like I will."

  Sidney wanted to cry with the confusion. She wanted the release, the pleasure that he promised her, but at what price? When she couldn't answer, she felt the tip of his cock slide another fraction of an inch then pull out again.

  "You are so hot and tight for me, Sid.” Again, the head slipped in. “God, how I want you."

  Sidney tried to think of a way to get out of this. She had a man on top of her, and she had wrapped her legs around him. Confusion dominated her because here he was slipping his dick inside of her, yet he was asking if he could fuck her. His tongue snaked out and touched her collarbone. Sidney groaned. He was not making this easy for her.

  "God, I have never wanted anyone as bad as I want you right this minute."

  Slowly, he stretched her. She felt every inch of him entering her, felt her body part and try to take as much as it could. Sidney started to push at his chest as he tried to push inside her body. He was so big. Sidney was sure there was no way he'd fit. She pushed against him again. He came up on his elbows and met her gaze. The determination she saw scared her. Sidney knew she had to act and act fast. Confusion set in when he stopped after pushing himself in only about an inch. She met his eyes, and a chill of fear went through her. She saw his hunger, the animal in him. The raw power. When she saw his control starting to slip, more fear hit her. Everything he did and every move he made caused the trance she was in to end, and she realized that he was going to take the one and only thing that was truly hers to give.

  "Mine,” he whispered as he pushed inside her a little more.

  It was that possessive claim that finally broke the hold he had on her. Out of everything he did, his claim of “mine” bothered her more than anything.

  "I'll never be yours,” Sidney informed him through gritted teeth. Strength she didn't even know she possessed welled up within her, and she pushed at his chest—hard until he rolled off her. If she hadn't caught him off guard, she never would have been able to budge him. Sidney couldn't think, she just reacted. The door seemed so far away as she rolled off the bed, but she had to try.

  She sensed him behind her, knew that he was close. Sidney clung to the hope that she'd get away until her hand closed around the door handle just as his hand hit the door above her head. He pressed his naked form against her.

  "Nice, Sid. Very nice. Impressive even.” His voice was thick, deep as he spoke.

  Sidney looked at the hands over her. She shook, but from fear or anger, she wasn't sure which. “Leave me the hell alone.” She pushed back, trying to get him away from her. “And I'm not trying to impress anyone, least of all you!” She grunted, pushing against him again. “Now get the fuck away from me. I'm not going to fuck you, and that's final!"

  He molded himself closer against her, forcing Sidney into the door. Brushing her hair to the side, he pressed his lips to her ear and whispered, “You are determined to make everything difficult. Can we not do at least one thing the easy way?” His tongue snaked out over the lobe of her ear.

  "If what you mean is that you want me to be an easy fuck, no—that is nonnegotiable.” She tried to jerk away from him. “Back the fuck off!"

  "My brother is right outside that door.” Stefan's voice changed. It was harder, stiff, and cold. No humor at all. “If you open that door, he will no doubt get an eyeful of your scrumptious little body.” This time his voice dropped to that thick, purrlike sound that made her shiver. “And I would hate for my brother to see you in nothing but your skin.” Running a finger down her spine, he chuckled. “And he will not help you in any way, so don't think of going to him for help. You belong to me."

  Sidney saw red. Once again, he stated how she belonged to him, like she was a piece of damn furniture. “I belong to no one but
myself. Don't think I won't be missed. My friend will be looking for me."

  "You mean the girl you were with?” His erection pressed against her ass, letting her feel each and every inch of it He held her tightly against the door. “She won't find you.” He licked at her ear. “Now let's finish what was started."

  "Like hell!"

  "Sidney, I don't want to hurt you. Don't make me force the issue. I will have you,” he said the last in a harsh voice.

  "Like you haven't already hurt me,” Sidney cried.

  Stefan grabbed her arm and brought her around to meet his gaze. The light afforded her a good look at him. He hadn't changed much since she had met him in her father's basement. He was older now, and he seemed to have grown into his body. If it were possible, his chest was larger and his arms much stronger. Why was she staring at him? It was as if her eyes had developed a mind of their own. As much as she willed herself not to, she couldn't help staring at him. A gasp nearly escaped her when she realized how large he really was. Had she really fought him off? Or did he only let her go? Because from what she saw of him, Sidney knew that if he really wanted to, he could force her to do anything he wanted.

  Sidney's mouth rounded in an o when she got her first glimpse of his cock. It had to be at least nine or ten inches long. Sidney knew she would never get her hand around the base of him—he was that thick. There was no way he'd fit inside her. He was just too big.

  * * * *

  Stefan gazed at her as she studied him. Her rounded eyes told him she was afraid. He wished he could control his reaction to her, to allay her fears, but as her eyes continued to survey him, he became even harder. It was almost embarrassing yet humorous to watch her innocent eyes graze over him.

  Stefan knew when Sidney noticed his cock get larger. Her eyes bulged, and she tried to back away. “No way.” Panic was in her voice as she shook her head.