by M L Briers
“Thought you didn’t want to dominate me.” She teased; loving the feel of being captured by him.
“That’s self preservation, those nails are going to make me lose my mind and I want to savour you.” The sound of his beast was embedded in his voice and she liked it.
His eyes dropped to the bounty of her breasts that bounced every time that his hips met hers with the slap of his balls against her flesh. He growled with the need to possess her, every inch of her body, and he promised himself that before the night was through he’d do just that. One large hand palmed her breast and he captured the hard bud of the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tweaking and rolling it until she gave him another one of those soft moans.
Her inner muscles were tightening around his length making it harder for him to push deep into her. The silken inner walls were clamping around him every time that he filled her body to the hilt, and the tight squeeze felt so damn good that he never wanted it to end. Both man and beast revelled in the reality of finding their mate.
“Don’t stop…” Samantha heard the plea from her lips and didn’t give a damn if it sounded needy and breathless. Every inch of her skin was alive with knowing him, humming and tingling in a way that no mere mortal could ever achieve. His length filled her so perfectly, so completely that it stroked over every nerve within her tight channel and the closer that she got to another orgasm the more she could feel everything.
The connection between them astounded her. She didn’t know this man, not really. If they hadn’t of been mates they would have been strangers in the night meeting and enjoying the feel of each other’s bodies, but in the cold light of day there would be an awkward silence, maybe even a parting of the ways, but this was her man, her mate, and she knew that from the moment that they met they were destined to be together no matter how hard they might try to fight it.
There was something completely liberating in having all of those awkward questions answered for you. No wondering where this relationship was headed. No hoping for fidelity on both sides. No walking away. No time to ponder if this was Mr Right or just Mr Right-Now. She was his and he was hers and doubt was out of the window.
Relationships never came with a cast iron guarantee in life, at least not for normal people. But this one did. True mates, soul mates, destined to be together and written in more than stone, written in the spilling of blood on his tongue, a bite to her shoulder, and their path was sealed.
“I had no damn intention of stopping, sweetheart, not now, not ever…” His growl rumbled through his chest beneath his words and showed her without words the true extent of his emotions, his devotion to her, and his true need to have her.
Some people went their whole lives without finding their soul mate and living with the feeling of discontent inside. Settling for a life that wasn’t really theirs and knowing it in the depth of their soul took its toll, but fear of the unknown held them down and kept them in place. She knew that she was one of the lucky ones, and who could walk away from that? The decision was out of her hands…
CHAPTER SEVEN
“Bite, bond…” Samantha had given her permission and his beast roared to life within him at the words. An enforcer’s beast could be one of the hardest to control, but Dexter held it on a tight rein within him.
“You need to be certain…” He warned her as his hips slowed against hers and he reached up to stroke his fingertips down her cheek to bring her eyes open to his.
“Playing hard to get…?” She breathed out on a gasp of a breath in as he buried his length to the hilt and pressed their bodies together…
“Making sure that you understand…” Dexter’s hand cupped her face and the pad of his thumb brushed against her lips.
“I understand…and didn’t I tell you not to stop?” The spark of fire in her eyes was full of mischief and there was a wicked smile on her lips that rebooted his desire to have her…
“Now who’s domineering…?” He growled with a wolfish grin.
“Assertive, and get used to it.” In that moment she felt him pull right back out of her and no sooner was she going to complain than he’d lifted her from the bed and turned her body away from his, putting her on her hands and knees and curling his body over the top of hers… caged, and with the feeling of his strength all around her she almost melted into the mattress.
His gentle growl against her neck as he took in her scent was almost as potent as the feel of his length pushing back into her on one long, slow show of his powers over her body as he took her to the hilt. Her fingers curled into the covers as she fisted her hands until her knuckles were white and swayed back into his body. He rolled his hips and her eyes rolled up in her head as she closed them and savoured the feel of him inside her. So deep, so full of him that she didn’t think there would be room for his length to swell…
“Tell me again that you want me.” He growled with more of his beast in his voice this time as he pulled his hips back and threatened to slide out of her completely. She pushed backwards trying to keep him inside and one strong arm wrapped around her waist and held her in place…
“I want you.” She did; body, mind and soul, and right then buried deep inside her. He pushed back in to the hilt and she moaned softly as her inner muscles welcomed him home.
“Tell me that you need me.” He pulled his hips back again and she whimpered at the loss of the fullness inside her.
“I need you.” He pushed back to the hilt and her inner muscles clamped harder around his length making him grunt with the ecstasy that jolted through him.
“Tell me that you’re mine.” His growl of possession against her ear as he pulled his hips back sent a wave of pleasure deep into her womb.
“I’m yours.” She moaned out on the long thrust deep within her that told her that her words had hit home just as much as his cock had. She felt him rear up over her body even more as he took her back and forth down his length, pressing against those inner nerves and hitting the right spot every time.
One hand slipped down between her legs and his fingers found the swollen nub that was crying out for attention, and the other fisted her hair and dragged her head back and to the side. His hot breath against her neck and the sound of his grunts and growls were almost as intoxicating as the feel of his length inside her. She couldn’t help but curse and grind her backside against his hips with each delectable thrust.
His tongue swept down the curve of her neck and found the soft flesh of her shoulder where he needed to bite. His beast pushed forward, unwilling to waste any more time with the wooing and desperate to get to the bonding of their mate. As her body opened so completely to his so his canines pushed down and locked into place.
“I need to bite…” He growled against her flesh.
“Yes.” His hips hit the flesh of her backside over and over and the sound enthralled her as much as the lapping of waves against the rocks on a stormy day…
“It’s going to hurt you…” He warned her one last time, but she was too close to reaching the release that her body needed to give a damn about anything other than what he was doing to her in that moment.
“Yes…” She bit out against the sweet pleasure of his fingers against her nub and the pounding of his cock deep inside her. Everything stopped inside her mind as the expectation of release held her spellbound… then she felt the explosion from deep within her womb as it swept through every inch of her body on waves of pure ecstasy that devoured her very soul.
Dexter bit down hard and fast against her shoulder. He felt his fangs pierce her skin like a hot knife through butter as she cried out from the pain. The taste of her blood over his tongue and down his throat fulfilled that need in his beast to claim her as theirs and the wolf roared as they forged the mental link that would bond them together for life.
He eased his fangs from her flesh and felt his beast pull back as he took infinite care over the wound, cleaning and sealing it with his tongue even as his hips still thrust against her backside
and he took her to the hilt. His mind was torn between caring for her as a mate should and fulfilling his own needs and the completion of the bond the moment that he found his own release within her. His blood was on fire with the desire to take her like he’d never taken another woman, so totally, so completely giving himself over to her that he could taste it on his tongue.
He reached out and brought her body against his chest as he pushed back onto his knees. Capturing her upper arms in his large hands; she arched her back and rested her head against his shoulder. She was coming back to him on moans of pleasure as he took her back towards another release.
She could feel the power and strength of her mate in each thrust inside her, but she knew that he was still holding back from taking her as his body demanded. She wanted to feel that strength unleashed. She wanted to feel him free and unchained from the bonds of worry that she couldn’t take him the way he needed to have her.
“Harder… take me harder…” She demanded and heard him growl with the longing that her words sated inside him. His hips moved faster, banging against the cushion of her backside as he pounded into her. Every muscle in his body was tense, every fibre and sinew strained as he unleashed his desire to truly claim her as his.
She never saw it coming; the tightly wound knot within her gave no subtle warning that it was going to spring out with such an intensity that she couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, couldn’t breath as it roared through her body and claimed her very soul. The hard and fast clench and release of her inner muscle around his length felt as if she was sucking the orgasm from his very balls, and he tossed his head back on his neck and howled with the intensity of the release that travelled through his body. Burying his length deep within her as his seed gushed from his body, over and over in what felt like an unending cyclone of relief.
Yet his body still thirsted for her. Even as she collapsed back against his chest, lost in the own world of his making, he needed more. He pulled his length out of her and turned her onto her back, as his hands closed around her upper thighs and he pushed her knees back against the pillows of her breast, he was already thrusting back inside her to the hilt.
Her inner muscles were still in spasm as the orgasm continued to take her body and it took more effort to thrust his cock to the hilt, but her body complied too her mate’s demands. No sooner was her body coming down from the high than he was taking it right back up again. Leaning in over her and caging in her beneath him with his elbows on either side of her shoulders, he dipped his head and ran his tongue against the bonding mark that he had placed into her shoulder.
“Not…again… I don’t think…I…can…” She felt his tongue swoop up her neck and his hot panted breath against her ear.
“You will…” His voice held so much of his beast that the thrill shot through her body right to her womb. His grunts and growls sounded so feral, so carnal that they caused her whole body to tingle with recognition for his true nature. In that one moment she surrendered herself so completely to him.
“Look at me, Sammy…” He demanded against her lips and she had no choice but to comply. Her eyes snapped open to the sight of his jet black eyes devouring her with such a hungry look that nobody could deny the predator within him. She could tell he was close to release by the tension in his face and she wasn’t that far behind him…
“Come…I need to feel it…” She could feel the hard throb of his length that was swelling inside her, stretching her tight walls and filling her body so completely. Her nails clawed down his back. His eyes flared a moment before he bit down hard on the curse that roared through him as he jerked his hips against hers and the explosion of his seed hitting her cervix sent her over the edge…
She couldn’t tear her eyes from his. Every jerk of his lower body filled her with his seed and she was determined to watch the sheer unadulterated satisfaction on his face that mixed with the ecstasy of his orgasm as it tore through him. Even as her own release hit her hard she was enthralled, snared by her mate, and every flinch and twist of his face as he filled her with his seed until he had nothing left to give.
Dexter collapsed further down onto his elbows. His body had never felt so weak, so drained of energy, and he was in danger of squashing his mate should his arms give out. He slid his hand beneath her back and pressed her body against his as he rolled them onto their sides on the bed.
He could still feel the throbbing of her channel around his half-mast as the last waves of her orgasm ebbed away. He couldn’t believe that she’d held his gaze the whole time they had shared that last release. It had to be the single most amazing experience of his life, watching her come like that…
“Did I hurt you?” His hand reached for her cheek and he cupped her face, brushing the pad of his thumb over her flushed skin and soothing her with his touch.
“Well you bit me…” She teased; still sounding breathless. One side of his mouth pulled up in a lopsided grin that made her smile.
“Yes I did and it was glorious…” He growled gently in remembrance.
“For you, snappy…” She slapped playfully at his hard chest. “Hey I like being nipped on as much as the next girl…”
“There’s a next girl?” He teased and she slapped at him again with a frown.
“Not for you if you know what’s good for you.” She berated him and he grinned harder as his dark eyes lightened with amusement.
“Sweetheart, I’d never stray on you…” He watched the mischief in her eyes as she narrowed them on him.
“Then I won’t have to castrate you…” She answered back with a smile and a dollop of relish in her tone. He growled hard at the thought.
“Now baby, you know that would be cutting your nose off to spite your face…”
“I can live with that.” She assured him with a fire in her eyes that made him wonder if she really did believe he was a mutt and not a mate.
“You do know that I’d never do that, right?” She liked the way his dark eyebrows met somewhere over his nose and the little ridges of skin that furrowed his brow.
“Doesn’t hurt to be forewarned though, right? Especially where your balls are concerned.” She gave a small, gleeful chuckle and his frown was gone, replaced by the biggest grin that she’d seen so far.
“Guess not.” He ran his hand down over her hip and felt her body respond to his touch as she moved towards his without her even considering it. “But you’re mine and I’m yours, and baby, there’s no way that I’m not going to show you that over and over again tonight.” She felt her heart leap against her ribs in excitement.
Caleb scented her on the breeze the moment that Wendy stepped out of the backdoor. He’d stayed by her side as she slept off the effects of his feeding on her body, but when she started to stir and he knew that she was well enough to be left alone, he’d beat a retreat. Now she’d come looking for him and he couldn’t exactly take off into the night with the threat of a rogue wolf on the way.
“That was the coward’s way out.” Wendy announced into the darkness. She knew he’d be there, watching, waiting, looking for signs of trouble, and she felt the soft buzz over her skin the moment he appeared behind her. She didn’t turn around to face him.
“I thought it was rather clever.” He offered her an amused tone, but even now, even after he’d fed from her to curb his needs, there was only one thing that would quench his desires for her and that was to be buried deep inside of her body. He resisted the urge to reach out and touch her because that might have been a step too far.
“And cowardly…” Wendy wasn’t about to let up on him. If he couldn’t resist her then it should have been straightforward, they should mate, but instead he’d fed until she slept and now he was feeling that urge again, she could tell.
“One man’s coward is another man’s… something.” He finished lamely.
“Feel better?”
“I feel…” He didn’t want to lie to her.
“Fuller?” She offered as she shot him a look over h
er shoulder. He didn’t have to force that grin.
“You know me so well.” He offered as he stepped around her. Wendy gave him a look that one might expect a mother to give to her child when he’d done something wrong, and yet in his mind it just looked like another invite for him to take her. He stepped back slightly.
“Do tell.” She teased with one of the sexiest grins she had ever bestowed upon him. Or maybe it was just that he was so desperately in need of taking her into his arms and making her his mate that everything that she did was a seductive come on.
He was about to open his mouth and speak when the sound of a twig snapping in the near distance made his head snap around towards the sound. He listened intently, hoping it was just a damn rabbit but doubting it. Wendy knew the signs of a vampire that was about to hunt and she stayed silent.
“Get into the house and lock the door.” Caleb ordered her. She took a long moment to consider his command. Caleb was walking a fine line between the monster that he could be and the person that she knew him to be. Not taking her as a mate might just be the one thing that could push him back over the edge into his bloodlust and she’d rather not get in the way of that.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Wendy backed towards the door and noted the way that he’d turned away from her. His body tensed as he dropped his arms down to his sides and prepared for all eventualities. She saw him flick his fingers and the razor sharp claws that appeared at the tips just before she stepped inside and closed the door. Locking it with magic and yet knowing that a wild beast didn’t need to turn the key to come through a damn door…
“Here, kitty-kitty…” Caleb baited the wolf and waited for a response. Much to his surprise the sound of fast paws moving away was as good as it got. He was relieved and disappointed at the same time. He’d wanted to end the threat and yet he wasn’t about to leave his mate alone to follow a rogue, just in case the damn thing got away from him and doubled back.
