A frown puckered his brow, but it wasn’t in annoyance or anger. It was with discomfort.
Almost as soon as she’d whispered the word, his cock had responded, twitching back to life in a way that had her eyes widening in astonishment.
The ragged panting stopped and was replaced with an almost agonized groan. He had to be incredibly sensitive, his body half-wrung out by what she’d asked of him.
Hell, Jake had been out for the count once he’d orgasmed. They’d had many an argument about his inability to keep it together after he’d cum so that he could see to her needs too.
But not so with James. His body responded to what she needed, and God, how she loved that. How it filled her with fire. How it set her alight and made her burn.
She licked her lips as he leaned forward, his hands falling onto his knees for support. She took the time to scrabble onto her back, urging her hips up so she could shuck out of her PJs. She was blind to the fact she’d been wearing flannel for this, their first time together. She might bemoan it later, but for now, she didn’t care. She needed him like she’d needed nothing else in her life, and she’d have him. Because he was made for her. His body was made for her.
The knowledge came out of nowhere, but it empowered her. It made her forget about the twenty pounds she’d been telling herself to lose for the past three years. She forgot about the stretch marks on her hips and the dimpled flesh of her ass.
She knew, knew he’d seen all her flaws and didn’t care a damn about them. She saw the conflagration in his eyes when she bared herself to him—saw the power of his want, his need for her. No one else. Just her.
Christie let her hips drop to the ground and she spread her legs the instant she could. A growl roared from him as he saw her, all of her for the first time, and before she could utter a word, he was on his knees and on her. His mouth connecting with her pussy, his tongue diving deep into her slit.
Her hips slammed up again as her fingers slid into his hair, holding his head against her. “I need you to cum on my pussy,” she moaned into the air, and his grunt told her he’d heard, would obey, but that he was busy at the moment.
She shuddered when he sucked hard on her clit. His tongue lashed the underside before he sucked down hard once more, and just like that, she came. It roared through her like a tidal wave of sensation, filling her to overflowing with a powerful blast of pleasure. A scream escaped her as he gave her no reprieve, his tongue continuing to tease her, but this time by fucking her. She needed him in her, needed him to take her and to stake his claim on her, but she needed his seed first.
Her senses clamored for it. Deep inside her veins, she was answering a call that seemingly came from nowhere. She had no choice but to heed its hungry yearning, even if that meant ignoring her own needs.
As orgasm ripped through her once more, this time as he slid two thick fingers into her cunt and lashed her clit with his tongue at a speed that had her eyes rolling back into her head. She let out another scream that was sure to have the neighbors turning the sound down on their TV sets in curiosity.
But she didn’t care.
James was fulfilling her needs, giving her what she craved—what she’d been craving since she’d met him.
When he pulled away, his tongue leaving her clit, she wanted to cling to him, but she knew her body couldn’t handle any more attention there. Not unless she felt like passing out.
He seemed to have sensed that because this time, he climbed over her like a hungry, prowling big cat. It made sense. Maybe that was what kind of Shifter he was, but she doubted it. He was too big, his muscles too long and large. She didn’t know a lot about Shifters, but she knew they tended to have the same characteristics as their animal counterpart. And considering the pelt on his chest, although not ugly, she had to figure he was a bear, especially when she took his size into consideration.
Before she could ponder anymore, she felt the heat from him seep into her bones even though he kept a mere handful of inches between them. He rested one hand beside her head, used that to prop him upright, and looked down between them.
A little unease crept into her head as she looked down her body and his. She was plump. Curvy. Fat, her mother had told her the last time she’d visited. He was hard, muscled, chiseled with strength. It seemed impossible that a man like him could want a woman like her, but when her gaze reached his cock, and she saw how hard it was, how red it was as though it was burning with need for her, she realized how she aroused him, how the need between them was mutual and desperate on both sides.
A shuddery breath escaped as she saw his hand was gripping his shaft once more. She had a perfect view of the tip, could see the beads of pre-cum peeping out from the crown as he jacked off between her legs. She felt like closing her eyes, the visual splendor before her almost too much to handle, but she needed to see this. It was a display—a display for her, and she watched, waiting with bated breath for the imminent explosion.
When it came, his white pearly seed spraying her cunt, mingling with her clear juices, marking her lips and inner thighs, she felt another orgasm rip through her.
She didn’t know where it came from. She had no clue. It was just there, burning behind her eyes, scorching through her veins, and ramming into her body with a force she didn’t know how to control. It slalomed its way through her, ravaging every part before choice and decision were taken from her. Unable to take much more, her body decided to shut down as James’s seed answered the mating call that had been driving her to desperation these weeks past.
The blackness that overcame her was wondrous, a wonderful blanket that allowed her to escape, because even with such a fugue, she knew she was safe.
That this man would kill to protect her, to defend her, and ensure her wellbeing.
It was why she didn’t fight the darkness, why she let it encompass her in its protective cocoon. Because deep down, even though parts of her were still confused, she knew the truth—James Aston, criminal, ex-con, felon… was her mate.
And she was his as much as he was hers.
Chapter Five
Mundo saw the instant Christie blacked out and winced over it. This was his fault. She’d been suffering because of him and his rebellious, read stupid, ways.
It was the first time another person had been affected by his desire to hit out against the Man—an old-fashioned concept, but he’d been raised by a biker father and an old lady during the time when fighting against the machine of corporate America was de rigueur.
Had he been human, he’d have been middle aged by now. As it was, he was barely past maturity as a Shifter. That lack of maturity was why his mate had suffered and would continue to suffer until her body and his Bear felt certain she was claimed.
He grimaced, clambered to his feet, and bent over to swing her into his arms.
She was disturbingly limp, her arms and legs flopping here and there as he carried her from the hallway and nosed through the open doors to find her bedroom.
His inhuman strength came to his aid because the dragging weight of her lax form would have been difficult to manage. However, he was inhuman so moving her about was more of a pleasure than something to curse about.
Her scent lightened his senses, teased him, and as he entered her bedroom, that essence that was unique to her was everywhere. It was like bathing in pure Christie. It was so pure here that even his Bear reacted to it. Inside Mundo, the creature rumbled at the wonder of having his female close at hand at long last.
The only time Mundo had felt his bear respond in such a way was when he’d finally let himself shift after being released the last time from prison.
He could have put Christie down on the bed as he looked around her quarters, but that wouldn’t have been as much fun. Instead, he carried her as he peered around the small bedroom with its double bed—a fact that made him grimace, as his feet would hang over the side—bedside tables with two vases of fresh flowers atop them, a matching dresser, and a flat screen TV which
hung on the wall beside the window.
There was something off about the room. The flowery pattern on the walls, the matching curtain and duvet set… it was all a little worn, like she’d not bothered to buy anything new for a long while.
He looked down at her PJs and then out of curiosity, elbowed open the door to the built-in closet. The last time he’d seen her, she’d been in scrubs, which gave him no clue as to her tastes. But the closet was as revealing as the bedroom. Her clothes were well kept, well-tended, but relatively out of fashion.
Interest piqued, he moved out of the bedroom and down the hall to the lounge where he was greeted with the same kind of setup. It was as if she’d given up somehow, and now that he thought about it, before his Bear had responded to her presence and realized what she was to them both, there’d been an aura of sadness about her that day she’d operated on him. A deep well of sorrow had radiated from her.
The notion upset him, as did the lounge’s decor. Though it was comfortable, it was old, and he could tell the stuff had been bought new. His parents had bought enough second-hand crap for him to tell the difference. The sofa and armchair were floral, interesting considering all of Christie’s clothes held no pattern. The wallpaper on the walls was in need of updating, as were the cabinets and vases atop them.
He wasn’t exactly a pro interior decorator, so for him to have noticed how old everything was meant it really was noticeable. It was almost like, well… like she’d given up.
Was she ill?
That could explain why she’d given up, stopped caring about how her apartment looked. Humans did that, didn’t they? When they knew there was no point in worrying about tomorrow, they just maintained the status quo, not renewing it because being fashionable was no longer a priority. Just getting through the days, taking each one as a blessing, became vital.
Concerned, he bent down and nuzzled his nose against her throat, which was bared thanks to her head tipping back against his shoulder. He breathed her in, taking a second to revel in her essence, before exploring her scent further. He smelled no sickness, no disease or ill health. But he could discern two things—her lust and arousal. She’d been suffering with it for a while for it to have pervaded her scent. That made sense, because she’d had to endure the mating call for a crazy amount of time. But he could also taste her sadness.
He wasn’t sure which of the two nuances disturbed him most.
At least she wasn’t ill, although the mating bond would have done away with that. When the Bear bound itself to its mate, it lent the human its magic. It was a nifty trick—one that eradicated disease, strengthened the immune system, and fortified the fragility within the human form. Humans mated to Shifters lived longer than their peers, suffered fewer health problems, and were capable of taking on some of their mates’ talents.
Had she been ill, their bonding would have taken that issue out of the picture. Lust and arousal could definitely be handled. But sadness? Not so much.
Christie would find herself more content, more complete and satisfied thanks to the binding. Since her birth, her soul and his had been seeking one another. Even though that was unknowing on her part, it just meant she wasn’t aware of the bone-deep ache, the painful need that came with the desire to be with someone who was made for you but whose whereabouts were unknown until the Goddesses figured you were ready to be with them.
His presence in her life would make her happier, but the source of the sadness wouldn’t be handled unless she shared it with him. And that took trust.
What had Mundo done that meant a woman like Christie could trust him?
Now, she was reacting on instinct. Her body doing the talking. But when she was more aware, less crazed with the need for them to fuck themselves silly until they were one, her brain would kick into gear.
Mundo was a felon and an ex-con. Not just a one-off, either. He had a record as long as his arm. She wouldn’t have been made privy to that information, but there’d have been some of his details on his medical records. The last time he’d been in prison, he’d gotten into a fight and the wardens had been the ones to break up the party. Normally, he’d have skunked off to his cell and hidden his wounds because he healed quicker than humans. He sure as shit didn’t want to raise any questions about why his broken arm didn’t even twinge with discomfort the next day. Unfortunately, the wardens had seen and dragged him to Medical.
That, as well as the date, would have been on his records, and Christie would have seen that he’d been inside at least one time before.
So, not only was he a stranger and an ex-con, he’d managed to do wrong by her too. She’d suffered the mating call for an ungodly amount of time thanks to his shenanigans.
What about James Aston would make Christie trust him?
Nothing… save time.
She wasn’t to know that now that she was in his life, he had no choice but to turn over a new leaf. There was no way in fuck he would ever do anything to separate them once more. Going to jail or prison was now a huge no-no whereas before, it hadn’t mattered a damn. That had changed. He’d still be in The Nomads, still be a key member of the Council, but Mars would know without his saying a word that Mundo’s roles in MC business would have to adapt to his new status.
He nosed into the kitchen, saw more of the same decor, then walked back toward the hall. As he did, he wrinkled his nose when he came to a full length mirror that showed his and his mate’s rather crumpled selves.
Christie looked like a buxom angel. He, on the other hand, looked like a reprobate. He’d shaved and showered before he’d come to her, but stubble was already showing through on his jaw. His cock was hanging out of his fly—he hadn’t thought to put it away—and he saw how ridiculous he looked carrying his mate about while his dick was full on display. It was a good thing Christie lived floors up in an apartment and not in a house where neighbors could peer in through the windows, although he took a quick look out the window and noted that occupants of the building opposite might be able to look inside.
The notion that a strange male might be able to look at his female in the nude had Mundo scurrying back to her bedroom. He settled Christie on top of the covers. She didn’t stir, a notion that made his lips twitch with amused disbelief. He quickly stripped, rounded the bed to lift the covers, and then shuffled her beneath the duvet. Then, he returned to the other side and climbed in next to her. Now, she responded, her body searching for his like a heat-seeking missile with its target locked and loaded. Her arms and legs curled about him, her shapely form clinging to his in a way that spoke of her intrinsic need to connect with him.
One thing Mundo had always hated about sex was the octopus-like arms and legs of a clingy female. He’d suffered it for a handful of minutes, going so far as to count the time as it passed in his head before he’d shuffled out of his date’s hold.
But now, with Christie, it was like he was another male.
Maybe he was.
He was no longer simply James ‘Mundo’ Aston—biker, Council member of The Nomads MC.
All of that was almost irrelevant now because first and foremost, he was mated.
A shudder wracked through him, and Christie responded by burrowing her nose against his chest and planting her palm on his belly.
Her proximity was like a soothing balm to the soul that had endured five decades without her. It would take a long time for his Bear to come to terms with the fact he’d found her at last. It would take an equally long time for the man. But a part of him was at peace—that part that had forever been turbulent, filled with the foolish need to rebel, to make waves.
Surrounded by his mate’s scent, Mundo finally felt as though he could relax.
As he lay there, listening to her breathe, hearing the sounds of traffic outside, and feeling her warm curves against his whole length, he dozed, awakening only when Christie stirred with a deep yawn.
She rubbed her nose against his pec then froze. He realized she’d just remembered why there was a huge
man in her bed and was poised to defend his actions. But with a huge, shuddery breath, she calmed, her fingers tracing a path on his stomach as though she was helpless in her need to touch him.
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