Fated

by R. L. Mathewson

  “Are you going to make me beg you to fuck me again, Drew?” she asked against his lips, teasing him with the tip of her tongue as she ground her pussy against him.

  When all he could do was groan in response, because she’d simply stolen his ability to speak, she shifted forward and then with a clever little twist of her hips, pushed back until the tip of his cock was pushing against her entrance.

  “Do you want me to stop, Drew?” she asked as she slowly rocked back and forth on him, riding the tip of his cock and making the rest of his hungry cock jealous.

  He normally hated being teased, couldn’t stand playing games with the women he’d bedded. That meant making a connection with them or actually caring if they were enjoying themselves. He’d never given a damn, because he hadn’t cared about them. He’d just wanted to get off and then get them out of his sight.

  He’d never had a problem finding a woman willing to share his bed for the night, but if he wasn’t trying to fuck them, he didn’t bother with them. Getting a woman to spread always came easily to him. He could basically have his pick of women, used to take pride in the fact that he could fuck any woman that he wanted, but the only one that he’d ever really wanted was the one on top of him, driving him out of his fucking mind.

  “Do you want me to stop, Drew?” the little tease asked, pausing with barely the tip of his cock inside her. “Hmm?”

  Chuckling weakly, because he should have known that she would end up driving him out of his fucking mind in bed, he shook his head, shifting his hips and tried to squeeze more of his cock inside her, but the little tease shifted so that he couldn’t get more of what he wanted.

  “Do. You. Want. Me. To. Stop?” she asked, slowly enunciating every word as she squeezed her sheath around the part of his cock that was still inside her.

  “No,” he growled as his eyes shot silver and his shifter strength shot through him, demanding that he flip her over and fuck her, but he wouldn’t do that, not to her.

  His baby wanted to play so he was going to let her play.

  Chapter 30

  “Take what you want,” Drew said, taking her by surprise as she did exactly that.

  She teased him, riding just the tip of his cock and loving the way that the tips of his fangs peeked through as he struggled to stay in control and let her call the shots tonight. It was definitely a turn on to have complete control over a man like Drew. He grunted, groaned and moaned, but true to his word, he didn’t move.

  He allowed her full control and as much as she loved having this control over him, but she wanted more. Leaning down, she kissed him deeply, loving the way that she could feel his cock bounce eagerly with each stroke of her tongue. Widening her legs, she pushed back slowly, taking his cock inside her inch by inch, loving the way he moaned against her mouth as she continued pushing back until finally he couldn’t go any further.

  Gasping, she licked her lips as she tried to get used to him. He was long, large and thick so she didn’t mind kissing him and enjoying his hands on her breasts as she got used to his size. Hell, she didn’t even mind when he rolled them over and took over.

  Not. At. All.

  Either he was aware that she wasn’t used to his size or he wanted to savor this as well, because he took her slowly. Every time he slid inside her until his balls bounced gently against her bottom he released the sexiest groan that she’d ever heard. It drove her out of her mind and made her feel absolutely amazing.

  “Do you like that?” he whispered hoarsely against her lips as he slid inside her.

  “Mmm,” was her answer as she ran her fingers through his hair and pulled him down for a deeper kiss.

  “You feel absolutely fucking amazing,” he said as he continued to slide inside her, shifting his weight onto one arm so that he could palm her breast, gently squeezing it even as he used his thumb to tease her nipple.

  She’d never enjoyed having her breasts played with before, mostly because men seemed to just grab them and squeeze them without any finesse, but not Drew. He seemed to take great enjoyment out of learning how she liked to be touched and handled.

  She took advantage of his distraction by wrapping her arms around him and allowing her hands to roam at their own leisure, enjoying the muscular curve of his back and the shape of his ass as he pushed inside her.

  Closing her eyes, she allowed her head to drop back as she licked her lips, enjoying just how good it felt to be filled by Drew. God, it was amazing. It felt so right, so perfect, which shocked her.

  She’d never heard of mated sex being better, but she could definitely say that it was. She wasn’t a virgin, far from it and she’d had her fair share of mistakes, decent lovers and men that left her legs trembling for hours after they’d had sex, but she’d never in her life had sex like this before.

  She’d heard rumors about Drew’s ability in bed that he liked it quick and rough, but that wasn’t how he was with her right now. That wasn’t how she would describe what he was doing to her. It felt like he was making love to her, like he was trying to remember every touch, every feel, gasp, moan and tremble.

  It felt intense, a little too intense, and that terrified her so she focused on him, on the way he felt, how he filled her, made her cry for more instead of how scared he made her feel at the moment.

  This was just sex…

  She’d be fine as long as she remembered that. They were mated and marked and had hated each other since the moment that they laid eyes on one another. For years they’d both contemplated killing each other several thousand times over, but somehow resisted the urge to commit violence. Now they were bonded for life and killing each other wasn’t an option.

  Neither was falling in love with the man that was slowly making love to her as he kissed a trail from her jaw to her mouth. She had to remember her purpose here in Boston and it wasn’t to fall in love with a man that she could never trust enough to tell him the truth, no matter how tenderly he kissed her as her world exploded and he made her scream his name long after her voice had gone hoarse.

  She could never risk telling him the truth.

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  “Do you have any idea how fucking good you feel wrapped around my cock?” he asked as he thrust inside her from behind while he caressed her breasts, unable to get enough of them.

  He’d never been a breast man, but now he was a convert.

  She chuckled weakly as she reached back and placed her hand on his ass, encouraging him to keep going. “I have a pretty good idea since you keep asking me that,” she said on a sultry moan that had him licking his lips and pushing deeper inside her, pausing for a few seconds to savor the feel of wet, silky walls caressing his cock.

  “So fucking good,” he growled, simply because it needed to be said as he pressed a kiss to the back of her neck.

  “Is that why you woke me up?” she asked, pushing her ass back against him as he continued to fuck her.

  “Because I can’t seem to get enough of you,” he foolishly admitted, but then again, there was no way that he could hide how much he wanted her or how she affected him.

  No matter how many times he’d fucked her tonight, and he’d actually lost count, it didn’t seem to be enough. He wanted her more each time. It was becoming an addiction being inside her, one that he would never willingly give up.

  He already knew that it had nothing to do with the fact that she was still at the early stages of her first mating heat. With every release that he gave her, the scent of her need had begun to fade. He knew that it would hit her again, stronger next time, but that was fine with him. He was more than up to the challenge, he assured himself as he pushed back inside her, loving the way that her soft curves felt against his body.

  He could happily fuck her for the rest of his life and since she was his mate, he planned on doing just that. He knew that he should be spending this time questioning her and finally getting the answers that he’d been waiting years for, but he also knew that she wasn’t ready to tell him, because

she didn’t trust him yet.

  After all the years they’d spent fucking each other over it was going to be difficult for her to trust him with something that she’d refused to tell even Mick about, and yes, he’d questioned the large bouncer. As Alpha it was his right and if he’d thought for one second that the bouncer was lying to him or keeping something from him, it would have also been his right to tear Mick’s throat out. Unfortunately, or rather fortunately for Mick, he hadn’t known anything about what had sent Kara fleeing from her Pack. The only thing her cousin knew was that she was in danger and needed somewhere safe to hide.

  That was it.

  Mick being Mick never asked too many questions, because all he’d cared about was making sure that the little girl that had shown up at his door, dirty, covered from head to toe with scratches and scrapes, malnourished and terrified was taken care of. Mick had asked his cousin what happened, but she’d shut down, refusing to talk and Mick being Mick, hadn’t asked any more questions.

  When Mick had approached his father and asked for sanctuary for his cousin, he’d been willing to risk expulsion from the Pack just to keep her safe. The only people that knew what really happened was Kara, who wasn’t ready to trust him yet, and Drew’s father, who he hadn’t seen in nearly sixty years, not since he’d chased him out of town.

  That meant that he was going to have to earn her trust if he wanted to know her secret. Since he had absolutely no fucking clue how to go about earning her trust, he was going to have to be patient and follow her lead. As Alpha, he wasn’t used to being patient, but for her, he would do whatever he had to in order to earn her trust.

  “Drew,” she moaned his name as he made his thrusts shallower, making sure to hit that spot right behind her little clit the way that she liked it.

  “You feel absolutely fucking amazing,” he repeated, unable to help himself.

  “Please don’t stop, she begged on a moan as she slammed her generous ass back against him, desperate for more and telling him exactly how badly she needed to get fucked.

  Pressing one last kiss to her nape, he shifted until he had her on her stomach, put all his weight on his hands, arched his back and slammed into her, loving the little moans and whimpers that she made with each thrust.

  Licking his lips hungrily, he arched his back even more so that he could slide his cock deeper inside her. As his orgasm built in his spine, his fangs dropped and his eyes shifted to silver. Leaning down, he pressed another kiss to the back of her neck before he opened his mouth, turned his head and sank his fangs into the side of her neck, remarking her and sending her screaming as her walls tightened around his cock and threatened to break it in two as she screamed her way through another orgasm.

  Chapter 31

  “Kill it!” Kara screamed as she cowered on the large boulder, hugging herself as she rocked back and forth, praying that Drew was able to kill it before it had a chance to attack her.

  Instead of doing as she’d begged, Drew just stood there, blinking and looking a little confused as he looked from her to the huge praying mantis positioned a good twenty feet away from her, waiting for the right moment to attack her.

  When it twitched its front leg, Kara screamed and moved as far back from the vicious bug as the boulder would allow, which unfortunately wasn’t very far. Instead of getting Drew to move his ass and kill the evil creature before it could kill them all, he blinked again, looked from the bug watching her with an intensity that was terrifying and then back to her before saying, “You’re a shifter.”

  When it shifted its little head as it studied her, trying to decide the best way to take her down and eat her, she screamed again, which once again earned another confused look from Drew as he gestured helplessly towards her. “But, you’re a shifter,” he said as though that somehow was supposed to make a difference.

  “So?” she snapped, wondering what his damn point was, but more importantly why he wasn’t killing the little bastard before it could attack them.

  Raising his hands and letting them drop as though he didn’t know what else to say, he once again reminded her of something that she already knew, “You’re a shifter.”

  “Your point?” she demanded, wondering if she should shift now and try to make a run for it or look for a weapon to defend herself before it made its move, and there was no doubt in her mind that the sick little bastard was just waiting for the perfect moment to attack.

  “My point is that you’re a shifter!” he said impatiently as he rammed his fingers through his hair and stared at her as though he couldn’t understand what the problem was.

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