“You…” He rested his forehead against mine. “You’re her?”
I waited for him to clarify with a predator’s patience.
“The woman who stalked my dreams, always out of reach. I thought you were darker for some reason.” His hand stroked through my hair, and I smiled.
It rose and fell away, the dream I’d had of him at Jai’s, my brain unable to hold onto that.
“I’m plenty dark.” I leaned in, and for the first time, sought those plush lips on my own, sucking the bottom one into my mouth and letting my teeth graze its surface.
“Mmm…you’re going to be trouble, aren’t you?”
“You have no idea.”
He was curiously gentle when he wrapped me in his arms and peppered my lips with kisses until they opened, taking his tongue deep, just the way I wanted him. It made sense when he drew back, taking me by the hand and pulling me into his cage. His turf, his mate…
I fell down on the bed, smelling him on the sheets, my back beginning to twist at the scent. He followed me, hand stroking his rigid dick, and I watched those little nodules with interest. I’d found them vaguely terrifying before, but now… He smiled at my low whimper.
“It’s OK, sweetheart. Zane’ll take care of you.”
There was a gentleness to his tone that I didn’t expect, and he looked like he was trying to blink past the haze as he dropped lower, resting on his arms above me. My head went up, baring my neck, when his lips descended, feeling his nipping kisses as they wended their way down.
“Zane…” I gasped as his mouth closed around my nipple and sucked hard on the aching tip, making the other one throb in sympathy.
“I got you, girl.” He licked my nipple with that sandpaper tongue, chuckling when I squirmed to increase the contact. He teased me, tracing circles around it with the tip. “You want more.”
“Yes, more.”
I didn’t know exactly what more was. More sex, more dick? That need beat down on me, due to Hollingsworth’s machinations, but even in my overheated state, as Zane kissed his way down my hip, I could feel that wasn’t all of it. More was a throbbing need that beat within me as my heart did, begging, clawing, grasping. When those strong hands separated my thighs, when that roughly textured tongue rasped over my clit, that need was met momentarily, but it only flared harder as he licked, then sucked, my poor little clit caught between his fangs, making me scream with pleasure.
“Yes…” he hissed as my slick gushed out, coating his face, his tongue spearing into me to capture more.
“More, more, more,” I panted, unable to see beyond that until he gave it to me.
“Roll over, sweetheart,” he said, when he pulled away, running his hand down my spine and stroking me when I obeyed with a grumble.
“More…” I mumbled.
“I know, I know. It’s coming, baby, everything I’ve got to give you.”
But it wasn’t, not yet. He brushed the blunt head of his cock against my cunt, forcing me to push back, wanting him inside me.
“Slowly, babe. This is your first time—”
“No, more!”
His snarl reverberated throughout my whole body.
“Yes…” I hissed, the emotion, the power in it filling me in ways I had never been before. People’s emotions, reactions, intense scenes, they used to wear on me for some reason, but now, they filled me up. I could feel the fight inside him, the desire to plunge himself into me and damn me if it hurt vs… I frowned at what I was getting from him, and it took me a while to get my head around it.
Maybe it was instincts, maybe it was hormones, maybe it was being locked up in close proximity, but I felt a rush of sweetness from the jaguar shifter that seemed at odds with his snarky behaviour. He paused as his heart hurt with the thought of sealing the deal, his eyes aching as he looked down at my writhing form. He knew I was needing, that he had to give me that, but with a short moment of clarity, he wondered at the haste of all of this. Something small and fragile beat in his chest, and he didn’t want to smother it with all this heat.
But then a waft of my scent hit him, my thighs spreading wider, making plain what I needed, the feel of my slick on his cock, coating his head, making it sticky. Instincts roared into life. Mine, mine, mine! they screamed, shoving any other consideration out of the way. Zane surged forward, jamming his dick into me.
“Oh fuck!”
This was different, my head twisting on my neck as the sensation of those little bumps pressing into my tender flesh set my teeth on edge. His cock stroked the nerves inside me aggressively, making my thighs spread wider.
This was exactly what I needed now, I realised. His cock slammed in, any control well and truly gone, and my lips curved in a smile as a result.
“Yes!” I cried, the wildness, the insistent pressure inside me setting my body alight. “Yes!” I shouted as our bodies burned.
We were fire, getting hotter and hotter as he thrust into me. My cunt snapped down around him, forcing the tiny spines deeper, right where I needed them.
“Fuck…” I hissed. There was no angling to hit my g-spot, as his dick raked across the tender nerves, sending sharp waves of pleasure through me. “More, Zane,” I growled while his hand went to my hair, wrapping it around his fist as he drove himself into me. I was screaming inside, at the power and the pleasure and the need in both of us, but I needed to stoke it higher. I needed him out of his fucking mind, everyone out of their mind. “More!”
I got it when his body covered mine, hunching over me, thrusting still as his teeth caught the back of my neck.
“Yes…” I resisted the pull of my hair, baring it to him as much as I could, then felt the answer of his fangs.
“Mine!” he snarled and bit down hard, marking me and making me his.
“Yes, yes, yes…”
Now I felt it, spearing inside of me, an alien consciousness I had not tapped into before, not in this way. Before, I was getting flashes of their lust, their need, but now I got all of it. Zane came tumbling into me, experiences, feelings, desires, disappointments, all of it swelling and swelling within me, until it felt like there was no space left for me.
“Come!” he growled, and I did, screaming at my pain, my pleasure, the violent bonding, the invasion of him, and my cunt flexed frantically, as if that would help me process it all.
We collapsed down onto the bed, shivering, and Zane pulled me in tight, his rough tongue working over the bite he’d left, cleaning the wound and letting it settle.
“I won’t be able to stay here long,” I said in a small voice. I felt full, and the quiet, it was seductive right now, especially for the moment.
“I know, but you’re mine now. I’ll feel you wherever you go, whatever you do.”
“I’m his too.”
There was a pause, another swipe of his tongue, and then he pressed his face into my hair.
“I already have more than I ever expected.” He let out a long sigh. “I don’t need all of your time, just some of it.”
I rolled over, my hands going to his face before I kissed him, slow and soft. In some ways, this was infinitely more intimate. I breathed him in between kisses.
“This isn’t how I wanted things to go,” I said.