by Milly Taiden
“Christ, Devin. The stuff you’re doing to me, to my body. It’s going to make me never want to leave this house again.”
“Wait. This has to go,” he growled. He lifted his hands and yanked at the band holding her long hair in a ponytail. The mass of blond strands fell down her back in a heavy curtain.
“I didn’t care what my mate would look like, but you are so beautiful,” he breathed. “I’ll love watching your face when you come.”
He rubbed the length of his cock over her wet folds and her world narrowed to only his body. He dipped his head and took a nipple between his lips.
“Fuck,” she groaned.
Lord have mercy, his tongue was doing the Macarena on her nipple. It was making her pussy wetter and slicker than before.
No man had ever made her feel wanted so deeply before. She’d also dated human and other shifter males in her past, but none ever made her and her animal feel this out of control. Previous lovers had tried and failed to make her lose control. Yet here was Devin, and with a few kisses and touches, she was ready to come from how badly she wanted him.
She realized she’d been missing out. There was serious foreplay she’d never taken part of in the past. He sucked her nipples and glided his fingers in and out of her sex, driving her insane from desire.
She ached to have him inside her, dousing the fire coursing through her veins. She wiggled in his grasp, rubbing her pussy over his hard cock. Moisture from her channel dripped onto his shaft and coated him with her wetness. There was a crazy amount of heat spreading in her pussy. A heat that called for him to take her. To mate her. To finally give her that litter of kits she wanted so badly.
The thought of kits pushed at her control. Her fox wanted him inside her now, coming in her channel. She raked her nails into his hair, gripping the strands.
“Devin,” she cleared her throat. “This might scare you a little.”
He released her breast from his lips and glanced at her face. “What’s wrong?”
“I am going into heat. This very second,” she gulped at the wave of need and the instant desperation she could barely control. Her fox snapped at her to get it on already. “My animal wants kits.”
He growled, lifted a hand into her hair, and fisted the strands, pulling her face to his. He kissed her hard, branding his ownership over her mouth. “I want my babies inside you.”
Thank fuck! She didn’t know how she’d manage to survive the night without begging him to come inside her. Now she knew she wouldn’t have to.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll fuck you right and come so deep in you, we’ll have those kits in no time.”
She moaned and gasped when she felt herself lifted only to be put back down on the sofa. He put her on her knees, her chest draped over the back sofa cushions and her knees digging into the seating cushions.
He spread her legs apart and shoved her forward, his teeth nibbling their way down her back.
She gasped and dug her nails into the cushions, pushing her ass out toward him. He spread her ass cheeks open and she moaned. Good god, what the hell was he doing?
Her pussy throbbed. Fuck! She’d never wanted to come as bad as she did that moment. She was so wet she could feel her heat trickling down her thighs.
He continued his journey south, his cool licks popping goose bumps over her skin. He licked down her crack all the way past her hole and to her pussy. She bit down hard on her lip, closing her eyes and letting her body focus on just feeling.
He widened her legs some more and pulled her hips so that her ass was even farther out and easier for him to touch. He moved away, leaving her aching and needing. Suddenly he was back, his body coming under her to take his place on the sofa. He sat down, his face level with her pussy, and curled his arms around her legs, moving them so that they were now to either side of his shoulders.
She was glad he held on to her legs, to help her stay in place, because she would have slid down until she was sitting on his lap. His soft lips brushed over her pussy in butterfly kisses at first. Then he did a long lick from entrance to clit and started to fuck her with his tongue.
She could barely stop herself from shuddering as he lapped at her pussy like a starved man. He kissed and sucked, licked and fucked her sex until she was shaking from how close she was to coming. He flicked his tongue on her clit over and over again, licking circles around it. Her body held tense. She gripped the sofa so hard she heard the sound of material tearing. A quick glance down and she saw her nails had shifted into claws. Fuck. Not much she could do about it now.
All she cared about was having him continue to devour her pussy like it was the best thing since sliced bread. He licked, he sucked, but even better, he growled, and the vibration sent shudders all up her body. She could hardly contain the soft screams riding the back of her throat.
“Devin! God, Devin!”
“You like this, don’t you, baby,” he rumbled into her pussy. “Like it when I fuck you with my tongue.”
“Yesss.” She would never deny that in a million years.
“Good. I can’t wait to fuck your pretty little hole with my cock.”
He slipped a finger into her sex, hooking it and rubbing the upper walls of her channel. Holy fucking god! She saw stars at that moment. But when he combined that with a hard suck of her clit, she almost came off his shoulders with a loud scream.
She rocked on his face, pressing her pussy to his mouth and wanting to drag out the pleasure coursing through her body for as long as possible. He licked her repeatedly, groaning in delight at the wetness her body released.
She glanced down at his head between her legs. Men had tried and failed to give her oral before. She’d been told it was a power thing. She had never felt comfortable enough to let go to the point she could orgasm from it. She’d been tense, and it had made for some awkward moments. None of that bothered her now.
The back of her sofa was toast. She’d need a new one. She’d scratched the shit out of it, but couldn’t find it in her to feel even a little bad. When she tried to lift up, he stopped her. A soft inhale and he groaned. “Fuck, Mari. You smell so good. So ready for me to take your pussy.”
She gasped when he rubbed his face into her swelling folds. Heat. She was in heat and she needed more of him. “Please . . .”
“Tell me to fuck you.”
“Devin,” she gasped.
“You know you want to. You want to tell me to fuck your tight little pussy and even your ass,” he said, his voice pure churned gravel. “You want me to fill you with my cum.”
Yes. She wanted that. The image of him doing just that made her blood run hotter than before.
“Tell me to come in your pussy and your ass. To slide my tongue into your hole and then my fingers. To work you into a frenzy and show you how fucking amazing it will be for me to take you from back there,” he said, circling a finger over her asshole.
“Lord, Devin!”
He growled, sending vibrations through her body. “I’m going to fuck you now, sweetheart.”
“Are you?” She breathed hard.
He slid from under her, making her get back on her knees on the sofa, still gripping the back of it.
He kissed the back of her shoulder and licked his way up to her earlobe. “Oh yes. I’m going to ram my cock into you. I’m going to own this pussy,” he said, curling a hand around her hip and fingering her sex. “It, like you, is mine. I don’t fucking share.”
She didn’t know why she loved hearing that, but her fox did a crazy dance at that moment. She didn’t share either. He was her mate. Only hers. “I’m all yours. You’re all mine.”
“That’s right, baby,” he whispered by her ear, kissing her shoulder. “We belong together.” He groaned and licked her again. “And now you’re going to be all mine.”
The head of his rock-hard cock slipped into her entrance.
“Oh my . . .” He wasn’t even fully in her and she was stretching for him.
“Do you wa
nt me, Mari? Deep inside, branding you as mine?” he grunted by her ear.
“Yes. I want you deep. Take me. Bite me. Scratch me. Fuck me,” she moaned.
He drove deep into her in one short thrust. He slid his rock-hard dick in and pulled back, quickly driving back into her. Fire burned in her lungs. She couldn’t suck air in as he continued to pound harder and harder into her. He gripped her hips with his hands, his fingers turning into claws and digging into her flesh, leaving long razor-sharp scars on her hips.
“Oh god!” she screamed, her pussy grasping at his driving cock. She slapped her hand at his hips, scratching and clawing, trying to get a good grip so she could pull him deeper into her body.
“Mari, baby. You’re soaked and so fucking tight. So tight and hot.”
She lifted her ass just a little more so he would have an easier time getting inside her. Her muscles loosened up. Her mind focused on the feel of him stretching her pussy walls taut. He curled a hand around her throat, holding her still as he fucked her mercilessly. His body glided over her back, skin-slapping noises filling the house along with their mixture of growls and moans. He turned her face to his. She breathed roughly through her mouth, but that was soon cut off when he gave her a hard kiss that stole every bit of air in her lungs again.
His chest pressed to her back and the kiss turned flaming. Having his tongue invading her mouth at the same time he drove deep with his cock shut down all brain activity.
He curled a hand around her hip again, flicking her clit with two digits. Fuck! Spasms took hold of her core. She choked into their kiss, her pussy squeezing harder and sucking at his cock.
He grazed his teeth over her ear, sucking her lobe into his mouth. “I’m not stopping,” he grunted. “Not until my dick is filling your slick little hole with my cum,” he breathed. “Not until you’re screaming my name when you come.” His speed increased to the point it felt as if he were fucking her with a hot steel rod. “There’s no fucking way I’m stopping until your legs are shaking, you can’t move, and your pussy’s leaking my seed,” he growled. “I’m making sure tonight, we make those kits we both want.”
The world shattered into crazy colorful fragments. She screamed, unable to control the call of his name rushing out of her throat. Her pussy squeezed his driving cock, harder with each spasm from her ongoing orgasm.
He thrust even deeper and stopped. His cock pulsed inside her, growing thicker by the second. A rush of heat filled her from the inside as he came. He growled on her shoulder, his body vibrating and still coming. It took a while for him to stop his tiny thrusts into her, filling her with his seed.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Devin lay with his mate in his arms. They’d moved to the bedroom after their wild time on the couch. He loved smelling himself on her. And he liked smelling himself in her house. They’d figure out which place to keep later. He truly never thought this day would come, even though his mama swore it would. He knew how lucky they were.
Now that the pure lust of having to mate had worn off, his brain once again had blood flowing through it, and with it, logic. He remembered what happened to his stepsister and her son and immediately regretted tying this beautiful woman to him. She would end up dying because of her relationship to him. Then he’d be alone forever. His heart ached at the thought.
Marika rolled in his arms. “What’s wrong? Why are you suddenly so sad? You’re not getting rid of me, if that’s what you’re thinking.” She was miffed. He squashed her to him. How could he tell her she had to stay away from him? Hide their love?
“Marika . . .” He did not want to say what he had to. “I have to tell you a story about me so you’ll understand.”
“Understand what?”
“Why we can’t be together.”
She rolled away, sat up, and crossed her arms under her chest, raising her succulent breasts. He couldn’t help but lick his lips. What was I going to tell her? He leaned forward to have himself another taste, then a pain shot through his skull. He fell back onto his pillow. What the fuck?
“You’re not getting one more thing until you tell me what you think is going to keep us apart.” His eyes traveled to his lovely mate, holding her fist up. Did she just pop him one? “Yes, I bopped you on the head, and I’ll do it again until some sense breaks loose and surfaces. Now get on with it. I want your cock inside me again.” She grinned. Oh, she was being a minx, and his panther loved it.
Damn, he loved this woman already. Why was he pushing her away? Right, his story. He turned his eyes to the ceiling so he wouldn’t be distracted by her lushness.
“When I joined the Los Angeles PD, I was young and eager to save as many humans as I could. Being a shifter, I excelled at hunting down the bad guys and taking hits with little injury. After a couple years of walking a beat, I was asked to do undercover work. Looking so young, I fit in well with the drug crowd.
“Being immersed in that society really beats up on a person. Fortunately, drugs and alcohol don’t affect us, so I had no problems doing what I had to, to fit in. I facilitated many busts, with gangs going crazy trying to find the mole.
“The things I saw, Marika, would’ve crushed your soul. Torture, killings, stabbings, people so strung out they were on the brink of death, willing to do anything to get just one more hit.” He closed his eyes and ran a hand over his face. This was the hard part. The part he didn’t want to think about. His mate snuggled into him, giving him the support he needed to get through this.
“About a year ago, my stepsister and her son needed a place to stay, so I let them have the second room in my apartment. We talked to my nephew about not saying anything about me being a cop since I was undercover.”
His mate whispered into his ear, “I bet he was really proud of you. Even idolized you.”
He remembered the huge smile on little Jimmy’s face every time he had come home. The young one wanted to hear everything that happened that day. Wanted to know how many bad guys he put in jail.
“I loved the child as if he were my own. He was a great kid.” His heart wrenched at the memory of the dual-coffin funeral.
“What happened?” Marika said. She ran her fingers over his forehead, sweeping away the sweat beads.
“We’re not sure how it happened, but I suspect Jimmy may have let something slip.” His throat tightened, mouth dry. “I came home and found the apartment door open. Inside, I found the bodies of my stepsister and nephew . . . spread throughout several rooms.” His mate’s breath hitched and she squeezed him in her arms, nearly breaking his arm bones. God, it felt so good to have someone here with him. He used to imagine how it would feel having his mate hold him, but no fantasy came close to the truth.
“Turns out one of the gangs discovered I was a cop and took revenge on my family. And they won. I let them win. You know shifters can’t get drunk. Our metabolism is too fast.” She nodded. “Well, I did. Seems our systems can only take so much before it does get inebriated. Took several bottles of tequila slammed in record time. And shit, hangovers really suck. Don’t get drunk.” How he managed a little lightness with his last word he didn’t know, but the love in his arms smiled. Which is what he wanted. Her to be happy.
“After that, I went to a dark place. A place I never want to go again. It was my fault they were killed. I gratefully passed out before I could poison my body further. When I woke, I was naked on the shower floor. I had no idea how I got there. Still don’t. The worst part was the next morning, the papers and news reported a massacre at a gang stronghold. The same gang that killed my family.
“I have no memory of leaving the house,” he recalled.
“What did your cat say?”
Devin laughed. “The genius little bastard gave the perfect nonanswer.”
His animal bristled at the name-calling. Devin defended himself by reminding him that he had called him a genius.
“The panther said, Be glad they’re dead. Whether you did it or not, justice has been served. He was right. A f
ew months later, I was asked to take this job in Oregon. But I know my sister and her son were killed because of me.”
“You don’t know that, my love. If you hadn’t given them a place to stay, where would they have been? In a homeless shelter, on the street? Child protective services could’ve taken the boy away from her. You can’t say you were the cause. You just don’t know. You made the last year of their lives happy and comfortable.”
What she said made sense, but he wasn’t going to forgive himself that easily. “What I failed to realize was she and Jimmy weren’t strong enough to defend themselves against anyone who would come after me. I wasn’t there to protect them, and they died because of me. That’s why you can’t be with me. I can’t be here twenty-four hours a day to watch for bad guys coming.” A perfect idea popped into his head.
“We can sneak between each other’s places, making sure no one knows we’re mates.”
Marika sat up from hugging his body and looked at him. “That is the most idiotic thing I’ve ever heard. We are not sneaking out of windows like teenagers at their parents’ home on a Friday night.”
“But, Mari—”
She laid fingers on his lips to shush him. “So, you’re afraid I wouldn’t be able to defend myself if one of the bad guys came after me?”
He placed a hand on her flawless complexion. “I’m so glad you understand.” He sat up and kissed her.
His mate flipped the covers completely off them. He loved her nakedness and slid his hands down her sides. She wrapped a hand around his neck, pulling him closer. Her other hand glided down his rippled stomach, following the V down to the promised land. But instead of wrapping her hand around his cock, she grabbed his thigh, then proceeded to launch him through the air to crash against the wall on the other side of the room.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Marika watched her mate connect with the bedroom wall. The drywall dented a bit, but she’d pay for the damage and the rest of the mess she was about to make. Better here than at his house.
