by Milly Taiden
Then, she was there. He couldn’t make her out clearly. The bear pushed to take control, but Sav struggled to keep him from hurting her.
“Are you okay?” she asked, her voice soft and concerned. He met her gaze. Her chocolate brown eyes were sleepy, her lips full and red, and she smelled like heaven.
The animal took control from that moment on. He picked her up in his arms and tossed her over his shoulder, pushing people to the ground as he ran out of the building. He heard shouts from Tyson yelling for him to stop while men and women cheered him on.
Chapter Eight
She was going to die. Zuri couldn’t believe some guy had just grabbed her at the event and ran out with her over his shoulder like some goddamned caveman. It was not sexy! It was not sexy at all, but why did she keep thinking it was the hottest thing to happen in her whole life? The man was gorgeous in a mountain man type of way. He was huge with broad shoulders, a ponytail, and a beard that made her pussy ache. She hadn’t gotten this much mental action in forever.
She was too shocked to be scared at first, thinking it some kind of joke, but now that he’d run faster than she’d ever imagined up a mountain, she squirmed in his hold, hoping to get him to realize his mistake.
“Put me down!” She slapped his back. God. It was so toned and hard. “You animal! Put me down! I’m not who you’re thinking.”
He let out a roar, something deep and rough, and the vibration was strong enough that she felt it in the pit of her belly. “I’ve got just the right person.”
This had to be some prank. Her mother had to be up to it. This didn’t happen to Zuri. Not ever.
“Have you lost your mind?” she yelled. “I weigh a ton and you’re running up a hill.”
He grumbled and slapped her ass. “Stay still or I’ll have to make you.”
She froze. Did he just slap her ass? Nobody had ever slapped her behind. Warmth pooled at her groin. Nooooo. This was no time to start getting any weird BDSMy ideas. This guy looked like if he tapped her ass hard enough, he’d slap a cheek off.
It felt like forever before he stopped, but it had to have been at least thirty minutes of straight running on his side. How he was able to do that and carry her was beyond her, but color her impressed. She wasn’t going to think about how that could translate to sex. Nope. She wasn’t.
He started walking at a normal pace, and when he walked into a house, she was hopeful she’d be able to get answers and things would be worked out. But then he took the stairs two at a time and soon she was placed on a bed. It was then she got an even better look at her abductor. Holy fucking goddess of hormone messes.
His hair was a wild disarray that landed on his shoulders. His black T-shirt and jeans were sexier on him than on any man she’d ever seen wearing non-descript black clothing.
“Look,” she started, but her eyes widened and her tongue almost fell out of her mouth when she saw what he was doing next. “What the hell are you doing?”
The shirt came off. Good god, someone pinch her. The. Shirt. Came. Off. Muscles and tanned skin came into full view. A roaring bear tattoo on his left pec and a dream catcher on his arm. His eyes held that sexy golden glow shifters had. “Why are you asking when you like it?” he growled
She gulped, her throat dry and rough. “Uh, I…you put your shirt back on.”
He raised a brow and moved to his jeans. “Should I keep these on or take them off?”
She blinked, her jaw hanging open. “You.” She cleared her throat. “Shouldn’t.”
“Why not?” He took a step closer to the bed and she scooted back, her damn heels caught on the dress and she almost ripped it. “You like it.” He inhaled. “You want me. I can smell your pussy getting slick and ready for me.”
She pressed her legs together, wondering if he had X-ray vision or something. She should have read up more on shifters. “B-B-Because. You can’t just go around getting naked in front of women you don’t know.”
He took another step closer. “I know you’re mine. And in a moment, this cock,” he cupped his erection through his jeans, “will be so far inside, you’ll never know how you survived without me in there.”
Her tongue attached to the roof of her mouth. “I don’t know you. I don’t sleep with just anyone.”
His glittering eyes focused on her chest, until her nipples tightened and flame crowded her cheeks.
“I’m not just anyone, baby girl,” he told her, crawling on the bed and grabbing her by the ankles. She had frozen in place. He slid the long silk skirt up her thighs, groaning when he saw her feet in the sky-high heels. His gaze met hers and he licked his lips. “These can stay.”
He clearly had some kind of foot fetish. His hands were warm, rough. They looked huge sliding up her thighs as she watched in amazement. She should stop him. She didn’t know this guy. Yet her mind had quit working the moment his golden gaze had met hers and something had stopped her from fighting.
The skirt bunched up around her waist and his gaze moved between her legs to the flimsy undies she’d worn.
“These have to go.” His voice was a low rumble that heated her from the inside. The soft sound of tearing reached her ears and cool air caressed her sex. Lord. Now was the time to stop this madness.
He lowered on the bed, pushing her legs apart, his face only inches from her need.
“I don’t…I don’t even know your name,” she gasped, her body flaming in need.
He grinned, a sexy I’m going to eat your pussy until you die grin, and licked his lips. “Savage.”
Savage?
Then he shoved his face into her pussy and she realized he was a savage and she wanted him to devour her. He swiped his tongue up and down her sex, flicking and probing and making her gasp and squirm. She flung herself back on the bed, her hands immediately gripping his hair and her ass coming off the bed to push her pussy closer to his mouth. This guy was the real deal.
He ate pussy like a motherfucking champ. If there was ever a pussy eating award, he was the winner, hands down. She moaned, begging and whimpering for more. God. She was disgusting.
“Please, don’t stop.” Yes, disgusting. But holy fuck did that feel like she’d won the lottery and was getting the single giant payout instead of the twenty-six tiny payments. Who was she to stop a man who wanted to donate amazing oral? A fucking loser? Not in this lifetime.
Chapter Nine
Zuri moaned. He growled, his loud vibrations making her jerk in his hold. He held her wide open, licking every bit of her. Enjoying and groaning with each lick. Fuck, his sounds made her want to know if she truly tasted as good as he made her feel.
His face came up from her pussy, coated in her honey and she groaned, licked her lips and felt herself gush more. “God, you’re sweet. Sweet and juicy.” He licked again. “I can’t wait until you come all over my face. I want your peaches and cream taste on my lips forever.”
She groaned again, her body shaking from her need to come. “Please…”
He rolled his tongue over her clit and then met her gaze. “Please what?”
“Please, make me come.”
“Who do you want it? Say my name. I want to hear it.” He flattened his tongue against her pussy and flicked it in and out of her channel, making her eyes cross.
“Oh, god. You. Savage. Make me come!”
Suddenly, he moved farther onto the bed, her ass came up and he lifted her pussy to his lips, putting his entire mouth and jaw to work. He licked, sucked, and nibbled. He growled softly, fucking her with his tongue then running it over her clit like a damn vibrator.
She tensed, her body tight as she shoved off the pleasure cliff. A loud scream sounded in the room. She couldn’t focus on it. It was like a giant bubble of tension exploded inside her. She was swimming, her body going lax and her pussy dripping over his tongue. She felt him lapping at her like she was the yummiest of treats.
She continued huffing and trying to catch her breath, her body shaking and electric currents running
down to her pussy. Holy fuck, this man was unreal.
She blinked her eyes open, unsure when she closed them and watched the jeans come off, his large erection thick and slick with moisture dripping from the head of his cock.
“I want inside you,” he growled. “Tell me to fuck you. Or tell me now if you don’t want this.”
She gave a jerky nod. No sense denying how badly she wanted to keep going now. “Fuck me.”
He grabbed her legs and pulled down, dragging her to the edge of the bed. He once again pushed her legs wide and drove deep in one harsh drive. She moaned at the thick, full feeling. He grabbed her waist, lifted her into his arms, and switched positions. He sat with her riding his cock and cupped her face in his hands.
She hadn’t been this close to his face before. Her pussy fluttered around his cock. He kissed the valley of her breasts, licking his way up to her jaw. Heat centered in her sex, warming her from the inside. He grunted and met her gaze. “You ready?”
She nodded, unsure what was coming but desperately needing more. His hands caressed her bare arms and went back around her waist.
He swooped down and latched on to her lips at the same time he lifted her and dropped her over his cock, branding her lips and her insides as his. The sensory overload had her clawing at the back of his neck.
She moaned into the kiss, sucking on his tongue and letting him into her mouth, letting him fondle her lips, and then following it back to his so she could do the same to him.
She tore from the kiss, the lack of oxygen making her lightheaded. Her pussy felt aflame as he lifted and dropped her so fast on his cock she swore they’d catch fire.
He pressed her down hard, rubbing her clit on his pelvis and locked gazes with her. “Your pussy’s made for me. Feel it tightening?”
She groaned, her pelvic muscles squeezing at his hard length. “Yesss.”
“Good,” he grunted, another drop and rocking her over his pelvis, rubbing her clit against him. “That’s it. Take my cock. Suck it deeply.”
She arched her chest into him, pressing herself tightly against him. He was hot and sweaty and her pussy gripped him tighter and tighter. He captured her mouth again, drinking in her moans. Her nails dug into the back of his neck as he continued bouncing her up and down and rocking her until every inch of his cock was deeply inside her.
The tension building escaped her reach. She jerked as his movements increased in speed and harshness. She kissed the corner of his mouth, his cheek and then she licked his neck.
“I’m sorry,” he said, lowering his head to her shoulder. She didn’t get a chance to ask why. The stinging pain from his teeth embedding into her shoulder made her scream as her body lost control with her orgasm.
He bit her. The bastard. Still, she couldn’t stop herself from the continued onslaught of continued mini-explosions taking over her system. The string of orgasms left her breathless and shaking.
“Tell me you want my cum,” he whispered into her ear, sucking on her lobe. “I want to fill you and watch my seed spill between your legs.”
She gasped, still riding the pleasure high. “Yes. Cum. Fill me. I want it all.”
He roared and pressed her down, pushing his cock as deep as possible as he came in her. His hot cum filled her channel. He continued jerking into her, holding her in a tight hug and kissing her shoulder, her cheek, and lips.
She’d never felt this wanted in her life. The sound of the dress’s zipper hissed as he lowered it on her back. He pulled the material over her head, flung it on the wood floor and then latched on to her breast, sucked it, bit it, and smiled in satisfaction when she shivered from the intense sensations.
“I fucking want you.”
“Zuri,” she swallowed hard. “My name is Zuri.”
“Your name is mine, princess.”
She shook her head at his words. “Zuri.”
“I want you. I’m still balls deep inside you and all I can think of is coming inside you again and filling you with my cum. That’s all I want, my cum in your sweet pussy and dripping down your legs.”
“Animal.”
He grinned and flipped them on the bed, without pulling out of her. “No. Savage.”
Chapter Ten
Savage could barely understand what was going on, but he knew one thing for sure, Zuri was his. His. Only his. He was never letting her go. He watched her sleep after being inside her most of the night.
He knew it was only a matter of time before Tyson showed up trying to take his mate. He wasn’t going to let them take her. He left the room and headed down to the kitchen, where he’d put his cell phone. He had forty missed calls. Most from Tyson. Some from Poppy. The rest from Greer.
He had the phone in his hand for five seconds before it rang.
“What do you want?”
“Bring her back, man,” Tyson sighed. “You know she’s human. You know that’s not how this goes. You threw her over your shoulder like a fucking Neanderthal and ran so fast my guys couldn’t keep up with you.”
“She’s my mate.”
There was silence before something slammed. “How the hell am I supposed to explain her disappearance to her family? Her sisters are alarmed and calling me for information. They heard from the handful of humans there what happened. They think you’re going to hurt her.”
Savage growled. “I’d never hurt her.”
“I know that. You know that. They don’t. You’ll have to bring her in.”
“No,” he growled, his animal pushing for a shift at the idea of losing his mate. “She stays.”
“Goddammit, Sav! What am I supposed to tell her family?” Tyson yelled.
“That she’s fine. That I’m taking care of her,” he told him, glancing out at the dark forest.
“You’ve got twenty-four hours to bring her home, Sav. Get to know her well because if you don’t bring her in tomorrow evening, I’m coming to get her.”
The phone clicked off and Sav cursed. The bear needed out. Savage hated leaving his mate alone, but his animal had to get out and roam for a while. It worked best when he gave the beast time to let out his frustrations. Now was not the time to try and control it.
He opened the back door and walked into the cold night. The shift came quickly. He ran toward the river to allow his bear to eat and wander. Restless, he kept glancing back at his home. His mate was there. He couldn’t leave her alone too long.
As he closed the distance to the river, movement caught his eye from the trees not far to his left. He barely got a chance to acknowledge something wrong when two massive brown bears charged him.
His first thought went to his mate. He had to protect her. He roared loudly and grunted when the first bear tried to knock him down. Savage was bigger, badder, and a whole fucking lot angrier than these assholes realized.
You’re far the fuck away from Midway Point, asshole. What the fuck are you doing on my land? he asked through the animal telepathic connection.
None of your fucking business, old man.
Of course. A motherfucking kid. Did Billy the Snot Nose put you up to this?
So what if he did? He said you have a lot of women here you don’t need. We came to get our own.
He bit down on the first guy’s shoulder, swiping deathly claws across the bear’s side.
The bear pulled back, his whimper of pain music to Sav’s ears.
You’re in over your head, Junior. I think you need to learn what no trespassing means. When the second bear hit into his side, Sav shoved him off, clawing at him in the chest.
We smell pussy, the second guy said.
It’s coming from your cabin, asshole number one said.
Sav bit into the first bear’s face, trying to get a good grasp of his muzzle. The second bear pushed him, but Savage shoved him hard enough to make him land several feet away. Savage got back on two legs and fought the first bear. He was bigger and tougher than the second. They fought hard, shoving and biting each other while at the same time Sav shoved
off the smaller guy every few minutes.
Something happened that he didn’t expect. A loud gunshot rang out. Then another. They grew closer and closer. Until the smaller bear grunted that he’d been hit. He ran for the trees with number one following close behind.
Sav glanced over his shoulder and saw his mate not fifty feet away with his shotgun in hand and one of his T-shirts hanging down to her knees. He’d never seen something so fucking sexy.
He shifted on his way to her. She stood there, staring at him, her eyes full of concern and her body smelling of all the sex they’d just had.
“Are you okay?” she asked in that husky voice that made his dick ache to slip inside her tight heat.
He didn’t slow down in his steps. He picked her up in a swift move and she immediately curled her legs around his waist, his hand cupping her bare ass. “I’m fine.”
She clung to him and he loved it. “Are you sure?”
Her little voice drove him crazy. He loved knowing this woman wanted to touch him. To be with him. He’d never known what a mate was. Not until he saw her and lost all ability to think straight.
He took her to the kitchen island and set her on it. Their lips met and held, his tongue driving into her mouth, drawing her to explore with him. There was not much of a workup and he’d apologize to her later, but right now all he wanted was to feel her. He shoved his shirt up until his hand met her pussy.
She was still wet and hot. God, how could he ever walk away from her? The heat of her sex controlled him like he was a fucking horny teenager unable to stop thinking of pussy. He continued kissing her, letting her suck on his lip and loving how she nibbled on him.
Her hands were all over his chest, scraping over his nipples and down his abs. He grabbed her small hand and placed it between them on his cock. A soft moan came from her. He pulled back and stared into her beautiful eyes.
“Put me inside you,” he told her, watching her lick her lips and her grip tighten on his dick. “I want to watch you guide me into you.”
