by Leela Ash
She had been crude and vulgar, Jeanine acknowledged with a chuckle as she drove off, but Megan wouldn’t know that. She stroked herself through the soft material of her flared gypsy skirt as she drove.
“It’s okay baby. I’m gonna get you some dick,” she murmured to herself.
She was talking to her pussy, she thought. Look what Bo had done? He had sauntered in with his mind-altering dick and reduced her to conversing with her pussy.
She needed to take matters into her own hands — literally.
Jeanine squealed her brakes to a halt just before Toni’s Intimates and jumped out of the car leaving the key in the ignition. She stormed into the shop, her eyes on fire.
“Miss Lourdes, how may I help you?” the shop assistant said, smiling as she detached herself from some customers.
Jeanine swept past her rudely, leaving a small, shocked silence in her wake. Unfortunately, her uncharacteristic rudeness also attracted more than a little attention, as well as side murmurs. Then, when she strode into the aisle she wanted, the gossip and attention in the shop rose to a fever pitch.
Jeanine was oblivious to everything and everyone, her mind on the singular need to get laid. She grabbed a large, transparent vibrator from its stand. It stood at a fucking 12 inches and reminded her in no small measure of Bo’s huge, spoiler dick. He had spoiled her for everyone else after his penile ministrations. She was willing to bet she wasn’t the only female whom had tasted his dick once and wanted his dick only, for life.
His dick was a spoiler.
As she headed for the counter, a small nude colored lipstick vibrator caught her eyes too and she almost creamed her panties remembering how Bo had licked and suckled and tickled her clit. She felt like having a screaming orgasm right now.
Her gaze went thoughtfully to the restroom but she knew the shop attendants might consider that crossing the line and call the cops on her. Besides she wanted a large bed and lots of privacy. She couldn’t get that at home because her nosy mom was back home. She would go to a hotel, she decided.
Her gaze landed on a pair of vibrating panties and she grabbed them too. As she deposited her purchases onto the counter and drummed her fingers with ill-contained impatience, she didn’t bother looking around to note the reactions of the other shoppers.
“Thank you for patronizing Toni’s Intimates, ma’am. Come back again,” the salesgirl mouthed the practiced lines with dancing eyes.
Jeanine grabbed the nylon bag and all but sprinted for her car. She drove as fast as she could towards the only hotel in town which luckily was a good hotel. She paid for her room, ordered the surprised clerk to hurry up and took the lift to her room as fast as she could.
Once in the privacy of her room, Jeanine tore off her clothes with reckless abandon and collapsed onto the large sprawling bed. She grabbed the huge vibrator and moaned, sighing as she carried it to her lips and covered it with her mouth. She used her other hand to hold the lipstick vibrator against her clitoris letting it stimulate the tiny nub of flesh as she twisted and undulated her hips.
Pleasure began to build in her and she carried the huge vibrator from her lips to her breasts letting it spread sensation all over. Oh, she missed Bo more, his hands, his lips, his dick.
With a sigh of pure pleasure, she carried the huge vibrator into her pussy and thrust it in with slow measured movements. A sigh of satisfaction escaped her lips as the dildo went to work stimulating the insides of her vagina while the lipstick vibrator continued to stimulate her clitoris. She felt herself start to arch as pleasure built in a dizzying rush. She removed both vibrators at once, letting her body flounder on the very edge of orgasm.
Then as the pleasure started to ebb, she resumed stimulating her pussy with both vibrators. When the pleasure was reaching the crescendo again she stopped. She did it a couple of times until she was a quivering mass of wanton sensation, her voice hoarse from screaming.
She didn’t hear the lock unlatch from outside nor did she notice when the large man slipped into the room. She had flipped onto her stomach, raised herself onto her knees with her legs spread wide and her ass to the door.
Suddenly a large, warm, masculine hand landed on her ass, stroking, kneading, and she jumped.
Her startled eyes shot over her shoulder, her mouth opened as she screamed in terror. Then her scream died when she saw Bo standing behind her. His eyes were hot and full of passion.
Holding her gaze, he drew the vibrator out of her pussy with slow deliberate movements that made her inner muscles clamp down in earnest frantic pleasure. When he had pulled it free, he unzipped his pants, still holding her gaze and positioned himself behind her.
Jeanine’s lips curved in a moan as he entered her with one sure thrust. He wasn’t even buried fully to the hilt when she started to cum as her over-sensitized pussy squeezed and squeezed his hard length.
He grunted with masculine triumph and began to fuck her very hard and very fast. She was still coming off one orgasm and another was already building up. His hand grabbed one of her breasts, squeezing it as he rammed into her from behind.
“I have missed this, Jeanine,” he groaned.
Jeanine spread her legs wider and placed the lipstick vibrator against her clit as Bo continued to hammer away at her pussy in quick, hard thrusts that drove him deeper and deeper into her.
The hickey on her neck seemed to burn a little and she started to reach for it at the same time he bent his head and fastened his tongue onto the spot, licking and kissing as he continued thrusting. Bending forward changed the angle of his thrusts and Jeanine exulted as he rubbed against her G-spot.
“Oh, that’s so sweet. So sweet,” she moaned with mindless abandon.
“You like it?” he whispered against her cheek, his hips pumping up and down.
“Fuck yes. I love it. I love it,” she whimpered twisting her hips and increasing her pleasure ten-fold.
His hand pushed hers out of the way and he held the clit stimulator against her vagina as he pounded into her.
“You’re the best, Jeanine. You fit me so well. I’ve thought of nothing else for days,” he groaned, increasing his tempo.
The pressure built in dizzying waves.
“You feel so good. I can’t get enough of you,” he grunted.
“Don’t stop Beaufort. Oh, please darling, don’t stop,” she cried in disjointed phrases as he drilled her pussy.
Suddenly he yanked his dick from her pussy and her entire body jolted in reaction. Before she could quite finish mourning the loss of that hot and heavy invasion, he had flipped her onto her back.
Jeanine’s legs curved around his waist in eager excitement, holding him closer still as he resumed thrusting into her vagina. Every nerve ending in her body was alive, strumming and pulsing with pleasure. Sweat poured down her body in rivulets and her breasts slapped against her chest with each thrust. Bo looked so hot and unbelievably handsome right now with his dark hair tousled in sexy disarray and his eyes shooting gold-black fire at her.
Bo hooked a hand under her hips, lifting her against him as he increased the tempo of his thrusts. Jeanine moaned under the onslaught to her senses as the angle of his thrusts changed, her hands fisting in the sheets.
His gaze locked on hers, Bo slipped one hand between their bodies and he began to stroke the sensitive tip of her clitoris with the pad of his thumb rather than the vibrator. It was too much for Jeanine. She arched her hips against his hand, straining and pleading without quite knowing what she was asking for. Hot tension pooled in her lower belly, curled tighter and tighter and tighter. Her hips began to rotate and thrust in rhythm with his.
“Oh yes! Yes! Yes!”
“Yes baby, cum for me,” he grunted as he thrust even harder into her tight, wet pussy.
Jeanine’s body tightened, arched into a bow and then she was grunting and coming apart in his arms as she reached the peak of mind-blowing ecstasy. Bo threw his head back, his teeth clenched as he moaned her name and poured his hot,
wet seed at the mouth of her womb, riding the crashing waves of orgasm with the woman in his arms.
This wasn’t sex, she thought on a gasp as she floated on a sea of sensation in the aftermath. This had been a wild mating, a ritual, a clenching of souls! She felt…marked. She felt branded!
When she drifted back to earth, Bo was softly licking the hickey spot again. She shifted a little beneath his weight and he lifted his head and looked down at her, something gleaming in the gold-black depths of his eyes.
Something masculine and almost animal in its possessiveness.
He seemed as though he had something of great import to say. He hesitated a little, biting his lip.
Jeanine’s own mouth canted in a small smile as she ordered, “Just spit it out.”
His eyes held hers, more serious than she had ever seen them as he lifted one hand and covered one of her breasts with his palm, male possessiveness in every line of his body as he enunciated, “You’re mine now. Mine and no one else’s. Mine.”
Jeanine’s heart leaped with that strange fear again as she read the seriousness in his gaze. This wasn’t just a heat-of-the-moment declaration. He meant every word and it seemed as though he were telling her something else too.
“Beaufort? What the hell?”
“You’re mine forever, Jeanine. Get used to it!”
13.
“Of all the asinine, stupid, incredibly arrogant things he could have said, that took the cake!” Jeanine swore as she slammed her car door and headed for the front door her hands filled with parcels.
First, he had shown up after a week without so much as a by-your-leave and Then he had proceeded to take her right there on the hotel bed within two seconds of walking in as though it were his right— never mind that she had been almost sobbing with need— and Then he had had the unmitigated gall to announce that she belonged to him!
Where did he get off with that sort of archaic and unapologetic Neanderthal thinking?
She had shoved him off of her, gotten dressed in a matter of seconds, and stomped out of the hotel room — her hotel room, mind— leaving him reclining on the bed as though he hadn’t just scared her silly and as though he owned the damned place. It hadn’t occurred to her to wonder how he knew exactly where to find her until she had reached the desk to check in and the receptionist had a hard time meeting her gaze.
She was so angry right now she could have skinned him alive with a skewer and relished every moment! Bo had to be the most unromantic man alive, she decided because the two times she’d had a roll in the hay with him, he’d either said or done the wrong thing immediately after. The first time he had disappeared for a week and the second time he had announced that she belonged to him!
She was furious with him but more so with herself. What was her problem? He was a beast!
That line of thought prodded a memory and she gasped, her eyes widening in terror as she recalled that dim memory of just before she had passed out after they had made love the first time. He had started to change in appearance, almost as though he had become half-man and half-beast.
Great Jeanine, her subconscious chuckled. That dick of his must have gone all the way past your womb and shifted your brain too!
Jeanine laughed at herself, but the sound was a bit forced. “You’re right of course. What was I thinking? It must have been a dream. Can you blame me? He fucked me so thoroughly and so many times I probably dozed off from sheer exhaustion before he was done.”
But that did not give him any excuse for acting the way he had. One minute he had ignored her so completely and left her a raving mass of sexual desire until she had been one step away from fucking a cucumber or anything else in sight. Then he had showed up out of the blue, to what? Stake his claim?
“Fuck him,” she cursed as she slammed her way into her home.
Yeah, you already did that, her unsympathetic inner voice sang cheerily.
“Shut up!” Jeanine snapped. And then she wished she hadn’t as the two women in the living room snapped identical faces around to stare at her.
Great! Nana was here with her mum. Just what she needed.
“Grandmother,” Jeanine cried, dumping her parcels just inside the door and rushing over to engulf her grandmother in a tight bear hug.
Nana Lourdes patted her granddaughter’s head, her lips pursed in thought as she tried to understand the weird vibes she was feeling around the girl.
“Talking to yourself Jeanine? You know what that means, huh?” Dolly cooed around a cup of coffee.
“Mum,” Jeanine protested with a wan smile.
“Leave the girl alone,” Nana Lourdes scolded, cupping the cheeks of her favorite granddaughter and giving her a beaming smile.
Her smile faded when she beheld the red mark on her daughter’s neck. There was no mistaking what that was.
“What’s that on your neck, Jean?” she demanded. She was the only one who dared to call Jeanine by the short form of her name.
Jeanine self-consciously adjusted the collar of her shirt to cover the red mark on her neck. She cleared her throat in embarrassment and tried to change the topic, but her grandmother would have none of that.
“I want an answer Jean. Who did that to you?” she demanded.
Dolly craned her neck to see what the fuss was about and when she saw the hickey, she chortled. “I heard tell you got a vibrator and closeted yourself in a hotel room. But no vibrator this side of the moon could have made that mark!”
Jeanine surged to her feet, bright as apples with embarrassment. “Mind your own damn business, mum,” she snapped.
Then she raced from the room.
She didn’t see her grandmother stare after her, her face set in a worried frown.
Few minutes later, the door of her bedroom opened, and Nana entered, moving with slow measured steps. Nana was in her seventies but still as pretty as a picture with her hair and clothes stylish and cut to a perfect fit.
“Jean?”
“Grandmama.”
“Who placed that mark on you?” she asked, shutting the door behind her and locking it.
Something in her grandmother’s tone made Jeanine pause in the act of folding her new lingerie into the chest in her room.
“No one serious. We were just, um, fooling around.”
The next thing that happened shocked Jeanine. Her grandmother stretched her hand, pointing straight at her neck and Jeanine shrieked in pain as the mark seemed to burn red-hot.
Nana gasped, dropping her hand, tears swimming in her eyes as her granddaughter collapsed onto her bedroom floor screaming. Nana dashed over and helped Jeanine onto the bed.
“Nana, what was that?” Jeanine gasped, still clutching the spot on her neck as the pain of whatever Nana had done began to recede.
“Baby? You’ve been tangling with shifters,” her grandmother whispered, placing a hand beneath her chin. “Why would you want to do that?”
Jeanine shook her head with a smile, “Nana. Why would you say that? I got entangled with some man, yes. But shifters don’t exist. I mean, come on grandmamma. I’m not nine anymore,” she finished with a pout.
As she said the words, she couldn’t help noticing that her grandmother was peering at her with surprised eyes that searched every inch of her face as though looking for something. Nana’s eyes were strangely piercing as though they were boring straight into her soul. Jeanine shifted in discomfort.
Then Nana whispered in an awed tone, “You’ve seen him in his shifter form. And he’s compelled you to forget!”
Jeanine frowned, feeling that familiar fear stir, and the goose bumps too. “Nana you’re not making sense. Cut it out. You’re scaring me.”
Nana nodded, “The fear you feel is the fear of remembering. You saw him shift and he made you forget.”
Jeanine was shaking her head, rising from the bed and backing away from her grandmother. “Stop it!”
“Zenaka tura!” Nana yelled suddenly with a wave of her hand.
Jea
nine felt as though a splash of cold water had hit her in the face, which was crazy because Nana wasn’t holding a jug or anything. But the force of whatever it was, flung her against the wall and pinned her to it. Then as though in a vision, images began to march before her eyes. She saw herself enter Bo’s house, she saw a bear and a wolf fighting as though to the death while the rest of the family looked on, she saw the bear turn into Bo and the wolf into Luke!
Her eyes widened with shock and fear as the vision continued. She saw Derek stalk towards her and grab her by the shoulders, his eyes staring deep into hers with an unnatural intensity.
A sharp burst of headache exploded in her brain at that image and she cried out now. The vision swung to herself lying in her bed with Bo’s semen still dripping out of her as he started to change into a bear.
Jeanine wasn’t sure what happened next but when she opened her eyes, she was lying on the floor and her grandmother and her mum, Dolly, were standing over her.
“What did you do that for? You could have killed her,” Dolly scolded. “I’ve told you to keep all that hocus pocus away from my kid.”
Nana had the grace to look contrite. “I wanted the child to know what was going on. For Godsake, that’s not a damned hickey. The bastard’s marked her for life! I can recognize the blood imprint from ten miles away!”
Dolly and Jeanine exchanged glances. “W-what is she talking about, mum?” Jeanine stammered.
“Your grandmamma has a way of… knowing things,” Dolly said with marked discomfort. She reached for Jeanine’s arm to help her up but in her usual clumsy way, she missed and almost went sprawling, but caught herself just in time.
“That’s not all there is,” Jeanine observed accurately as she climbed to her feet. “Tell me, mom. How does Grandmama know what she’s saying?”
Dolly looked at her own mother, and Nana nodded. Then with a sigh, Dolly revealed a secret she had hidden for every single one of Jeanine’s thirty years; a secret she herself had only learned the day she’d had her baby and almost died. “Your grandmother is a witch, Jeanine. She’s one of the Council of Seven, in fact.”
