“Uh, hi Mary,” said a tentative male voice at the door. “Mom wanted me to come check on you, make sure everything’s alright.” He tried peeking around Mary, but she had only opened the door enough for him to see a small section of the kitchen. As he wasn’t much taller than her, peering over her wasn’t an option.
“Of course I am,” she said, making an effort not to sound as annoyed as she felt. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Uh, well,” Malcolm licked his lips. “Uh, Mom said you were going out, but she didn’t see you leave.”
“We decided to eat in instead.” Aidan’s rich, deep voice came from beside Mary.
Malcolm’s head suddenly snapped upward in an attempt to look Aidan in the face. Since Aidan was several inches taller than Malcolm it was a stretch. His eyes widened. Aidan smirked. Mary sighed.
“And who are you?” Malcolm bristled in a rare show of courage. He tried to make himself taller, but it had little effect.
Aidan’s eyes narrowed. “I might ask the same of you.”
“Aidan, Malcolm. Malcolm, Aidan,” Mary said quickly. She wasn’t particularly fond of Malcolm or his ill-timed interruption, but she had no wish to see his blood on her back porch. Given the possessive gleam in Aidan’s eye and Malcolm’s lack of common sense, that was exactly what was going to happen if she didn’t put a stop to this as soon as possible.
“Malcolm, as you can see, I’m just fine.”
“Yes, Malcolm,” Aidan said, sliding his arm around Mary’s waist in a blatant statement. “Mary is just fine. Go on back and tell your mother - ”
“ – that I really appreciate her concern,” Mary finished, slipping her hand behind Aidan to discreetly squeeze his ass in warning. Unfortunately, the action only seemed to make him puff out his chest more. “Goodnight, Malcolm.”
No sooner had Mary closed the door than Aidan had her pressed against it. His body molded to hers, the heavy proof of his erection against her belly. “He wants you,” he growled as his lips trailed a path from beneath her ear down along her jawline.
“Yes,” she admitted. Aidan was like a powerful drug under normal circumstances, but when he was aggressively male like this, it was downright intoxicating.
“He can’t have you,” Aidan said, his hand palming her breasts, plumping them even as he began to suckle her through her shirt.
“No,” she agreed dreamily.
“You’re mine, Mary. And I already told you. I don’t share.”
The next thing she knew, Aidan had her cradled against his chest and was carrying her with purposeful steps toward the bedroom. He laid her down on the bed and methodically began to remove her clothes, piece by piece. Each section of skin he bared was treated to a barrage of kisses and caresses.
*
The inner Dom rose up inside him, but he forced it back. He’d already had his turn. This time it would be slow and sweet. Now that he’d found her, he was not taking any chances by scaring her away.
“Aidan?” she asked, her voice trembling along with her body.
“Hmm?” he mumbled against her belly. Her skin was so soft, so fragrant. He could happily spend hours just licking and tasting every inch of her. Planned to do exactly that, as a matter of fact.
“Are you okay with this? Don’t you want it, you know, fast? And hard?”
“Not this time,” he crooned, surprised by how much he meant it. “This time, I’m going to savor you, Mary. I want to see your face when you come for me, baby. I want to see your eyes when I’m so deep inside of you, you can’t think of anything else but me.”
“Ahhhh,” she said, her body relaxing, surrendering to his. It was still submissive in nature, giving him whatever he wanted, and that was enough to satisfy the beast clawing within him. Yes, the beast wanted to bite and claim, but even it seemed to realize that Mary was different. It, like the man, needed to care for and protect her just as much as it needed to mark and possess.
She tried several times to take him in her hands or her mouth, but he gently rebuffed her attempts. This was his turn to serve her, to prove to himself as much as to her that this was about something more than sex. He wasn’t quite sure what, exactly. Didn’t really care at that point, either. It was something he’d allow himself to analyze and contemplate later, when she wasn’t hot and writhing beneath him.
By the time he actually entered her, Mary screamed out in pleasure, climaxing around him even as he slid deep. Her walls squeezed and massaged him, grabbing on and holding him with everything. He pushed deeper, needing to feel her collapse around him, needing to be in her so he could feel every last shudder and squeeze.
Mary’s nails raked across his back, her heels dug into his ass, trying to pull him deeper, though his testicles already rested heavily on her ass. Inside, his beast roared with pleasure and approval at this newfound ecstasy, all the more powerful because of its gentleness.