Chapter Sixteen
Anton watched Shannon study his brother’s guestroom and it took everything he had not to lunge at her, pin her to the bed, and tear off her clothes. His dick throbbed painfully, trapped inside his pants, ached to sink into her hot, tight body. He held back a snarl.
“You’re not scenting strongly of need anymore.”
She peered out the window at the view of the woods, her back to him. “I guess the hormones they gave me aren’t going to have any lasting effects on me. I’ll probably never go into heat that strongly again.” She turned with a smile. “Isn’t that great news? I’m almost normal again. I’m still achy and turned-on but it’s not a mindless need now.”
Would I be a bastard if I disagreed? I want you hot. I’d give anything to have you burning under me again, clawing at me, and unable to get enough. He kept those thoughts to himself. “I need you.”
Her gaze dropped to his groin and her eyes widened. “You’re in heat now. How could I not notice that before? You’re as hard as a rock.”
“Yeah.” He had to leash his beast when it tried to spring forward. The wolf inside him howled for Shannon. Sweat broke out all over his body and he started to breathe heavily. He worried about scaring her. “My control is slipping.” He winced at the harsh tone of his voice.
She reached for her shirt. “Do we have condoms? We might want to use them just in case you can’t stop from biting me again. We’ve taken a lot of risks in the past few hours.”
The memory of feeling her without them made him want to lie. Nothing had ever been as good as his bare cock riding her hot, sleek p-ssy as it squeezed around him. He’d always worn protection during the heat, never trusted a woman not to tempt him into mating her when his defenses were down, but Shannon wasn’t just any woman. He wanted to keep her. He wanted to spill his seed deep inside her while biting into her flesh to bind them together forever.
“They are inside the nightstand. Von always keeps them stocked in all the guestrooms. He entertains out-of-town werewolves when Dad invites them here.”
She removed her shirt, tossed it onto the chair in the corner, and his fists clenched at the sight of her soft, pale breasts. Her nipples probably reacted from the chill of the room instead of needing him as much as he did her. He watched her open the drawer, remove a box and set it on the edge of the nightstand. She tortured him by slowly baring every inch of her body for him to drool over. He swallowed fast, figuring she wouldn’t find it sexy. His fangs elongated inside his mouth to press against his inner, lower lip.
Shannon hesitated to peer at him with such innocence that he really felt like a bastard when all he wanted to do was bend her over and f*ck her until his knees collapsed. A growl erupted. Her eyes widened and she licked her lips. It reminded him of her on her knees earlier. That had been surprising when she’d offered to take care of his needs and even with her lack of experience, it’d been the best blowjob he’d ever gotten, despite making her stop. The memory of her mouth wrapped around him, her tongue teasing his cock, became too much.
He reached down and tore at his pants. Material ripped. He managed to scratch his thigh with a claw, realized his nails were growing as well as his dick and fangs. He closed his eyes to try to calm down and fought the urge to attack her.
“Anton?” She moved closer. “Are you okay?”
He cleared his throat. “I waited too long. Just back off. I don’t want to hurt you. I’m afraid I’ll take you too fast or rough.”
He heard the mattress give as she got on the bed and opened his eyes. Shannon met his gaze and really drove him insane when she scooted over to the center of the bed. Her arms lifted to grip the headboard bars with both hands, her back arched to taunt him with those luscious breasts that he wanted to suck while he f*cked her. She lifted her legs and spread them apart. The scent of warm, aroused woman slammed into him as if he’d been hit by a two-by-four. His gaze fastened on her p-ssy and he saw the glistening folds of a woman who wanted him.
He hit the bed before he realized he’d moved. Keep your skin, he silently yelled when his wolf shoved against him from inside, wanting to take her as much as he did. He crouched on all fours with his face over her spread thighs. He felt torn between wanting to bury his face there or his cock, which screamed for relief.
He glanced up to meet her eyes and saw the trust there. She showed no sign of fear though he knew he probably looked pretty terrifying. It calmed him enough to make the correct choice. She wasn’t ready to take him in full heat.
His head lowered, the scent of her made him whimper, and he couldn’t stop salivating. She wouldn’t see that but she’d certainly feel it. His hand lifted, he paused, horrified at his claws protruding an inch from his fingertips. He couldn’t touch her delicate skin or he’d tear her up. He glanced back at her, unable to speak. Another whimper came from him. He knew hell. He was would die before he hurt Shannon but he wouldn’t survive if he didn’t f*ck her soon.
Shannon took deep breaths to remain calm despite knowing how close Anton appeared to losing all control. She wasn’t going to point out that he now had soft, black hair on the sides of his face, as if he’d grown sideburns. The color of his eyes had also turned pitch black but other than that, he looked human. Then she saw him staring at his hand with a look of frustration that bordered on horror. She followed his gaze and saw the problem. She released the headboard and spread her thighs wider. She only hesitated for a second before reaching down to spread her folds to fully expose her p-ssy to him.
“Is this what you want?”
He snarled—the sound excited more than scared her. He made that soft, pained noise again and tore his gaze from hers to lower to her sex. His fangs showed but he carefully pressed his mouth against her. His tongue rasped against her * and she closed her eyes when desire flared inside her body as he took one long lick that made her moan. He paused and did it again.
His tongue moved faster, furiously lapping at her, applying more pressure when he nuzzled against her as if he couldn’t get close enough. It drove her passion higher until she removed her hands from her p-ssy to fist a handful of his hair. She had to tug roughly to get him to release her. His head jerked up and he growled at her, his displeasure clear.
“F*ck me,” she demanded. “I want you now, with us both hurting to come. I won’t mind if you’re rough. I want you to be.”
He lifted up, the anger easing from his features, and she didn’t take it personally that she’d pissed him off. She understood mating heat now that she’d suffered it firsthand. It was a mindless need—a clawing, painful, gut-wrenching obsession to have sex that left little room for thought.
He didn’t touch her with his hands as he climbed over her to hover. His intense gaze locked with hers and she didn’t try to kiss him. His fangs probably wouldn’t have made that possible without pain. Her hand lowered and she didn’t have to look away from his eyes to find his cock. Her fingers curled around hot, incredibly thick male. His eyes narrowed and he groaned and tipped his head back. His body trembled inches above hers.
She lifted her legs to place one heel on his ass, used her other leg to brace on the bed, and maneuvered her body under his to guide the crown of his cock against the entrance to her p-ssy. He held still, his entire body rigid, and she knew he allowed her to take control. She also acknowledged how much inner strength he possessed to fight back the urge to take her. She heard material rip and jerked her head to the side. His hands fisted the bedding, his claws shredding the material.
“Anton? Take me. You won’t hurt me.”
He refused to look at her, so she lifted her hips, wiggled into perfect position, and tugged on his shaft gently to lure him to enter her.
“F*ck me.” She released his cock and grabbed his ass to dig in her fingernails.
Anton lowered his face, their gazes fused, and he slowly dropped down on her. Sweat beaded his brow and upper lip as he sank into her p-ssy slowly. She remembered then that they hadn’t grabbed a condom but she didn’t want to stop.
She moaned as her vaginal walls were stretched to the point of near pain as he entered her. His cock seemed bigger, thicker, and definitely harder than before. Hot too. She could relate since she wondered if they’d ignite the bed. She burned for him. Her hips bucked.
That broke his control. His hips slammed against her spread thighs, drove him balls-deep into her p-ssy, and she cried out. “Yes.”
She barely had time to take a breath before he came down on top of her completely, pinned her securely to the bed under him, and his hips started to jackhammer fast and furiously against her. She squeezed her eyes closed, clung to him, and allowed the ecstasy of one unrestrained, sexy Anton to f*ck her with desperation born from pure lust.
She didn’t care that the headboard slammed loudly against the wall, the pounding nothing compared to her racing heartbeat, her ragged breathing, or the sheer rapture he created. He kept up the furious pace of thrusting deep, nearly sliding out of her completely, only to slam into her again. Sensitive nerve endings seemed to overtake her entire body until the sensory overload of pleasure nearly became too powerful. Her body shook, her vaginal walls clamped around Anton, and she started to climax. A powerful orgasm coursed throughout her body. She watched Anton with pure love.
Anton howled out his own release when he threw his head back. His hips seized and he trembled violently against her. He suddenly snapped his head down until their noses nearly touched. His black gaze was so intense she felt she could read his mind. He opened his mouth, sharp fangs showing. His attention shifted from her eyes to somewhere lower and to the right of her jaw. She knew what he intended to do. He lunged for her shoulder and she released him to grab a fistful of hair when his teeth gripped her skin.
“No!” she yelled. “Don’t!” Her other hand rose to grip another handful of his hair.
Anton’s body continued to twitch and she could feel hot jets of his semen filling her. Her vaginal muscles helped it along with the aftermath of her climax by milking him with the aftershocks of spasms. His teeth didn’t bite into her though, just held her in their grip tight enough that the points of his fangs dug in enough to let her know how close he came to puncturing skin.
She tugged on him. “Don’t. Let go, baby. Don’t bite me.”
His jaw relaxed, the pressure eased, and he suddenly turned his face away. He panted and then shoved his face into the bedding next to her head. He groaned and she felt more of his semen fill her. He seemed to keep coming and she released his hair to wrap her arms around his shoulders. Her hands caressed his upper back, her legs wrapped around his hips tighter, to hold him, and finally both of their bodies seemed to relax.
They lay there until their breathing returned to normal. Anton allowed her to soothe him and just enjoy touching him. She knew she’d never grow tired of exploring his body with her fingertips. She could feel his cock, still rigid inside her, but he’d warned her that would be a side effect of mating heat. He’d remain aroused, ready for sex, and she silently promised to give him as much as he craved. She smiled. It would be her pleasure.
“You okay?” He muffled the words.
“I’m great. Want to go another round?”
His body tensed but then relaxed again. He took a deep breath before he pushed up enough to stare down at her. He studied her eyes and she saw something in his that she couldn’t understand. Sadness.
“I’m sorry.”
“For what? You didn’t hurt me, Anton. That was amazing. I’m up for the rest of mating heat with you. Do you want me again?”
“I always want you, though the heat fades a little between bouts of sex.”
His eyes changed as she watchedˉthe black receded to show the pretty brown again. The faint hair on his cheeks disappeared and his fangs slid up into a perfectly straight row of white, normal-looking teeth. It amazed her how he could do that and she had to admit it was impressive.
“I nearly mated you.”
“I know. I didn’t want you to do something you’d regret.” She tried to hide her disappointment. “Trust me. I’m never going to forget losing my mind when I was filled with hormones. I hope I didn’t hurt you when I pulled your hair.”
“You didn’t. You had to do it to stop me. I wouldn’t have regretted it. I told you we needed to talk. That’s what I wanted us to discuss.” He hesitated. “Would you have hated me if I’d bitten you?”
“No. Never.” Her heart started to race. “What are you trying to say?”
“I don’t want to lose you, Shannon. When mating heat passes, I don’t want to let you go. I’m a werewolf, I realize we are going to face a lot of shit since my pack won’t be happy with a part puma living with me, but I don’t give a damn. Will you consider staying with me?”
Tears filled her eyes, momentarily blinded her, and she had to fight them back. Anton softly cursed.
“I’m sorry. I should have kept my mouth closed. It’s too soon. Will you at least give us a chance? We’ll have time to get to know each other better by the time I go out of heat. All I ask is for you to keep an open mind that maybe you could get past what I am and care about me the way I do you.”
“I don’t have to do that.”
He winced. “Okay.” His gaze darted anywhere but at her face. “We’ll use condoms. I’ll put on a muzzle if that’s what it takes to prevent me from biting you. I want to mate you but I’d never force it.”
“Anton?”
“It’s okay. You’re human. You need more time.” He finally met her gaze. “I’m not crazy or a lunatic. I just know I want to be with you, I love you, and I’d like to spend the rest of my life as your mate. I want to be honest so you know where I stand.” He paused. “I’m hoping you’ll fall in love with me. I’m going to warn you now…” A smile bowed his lips. “I’m not going to play fair. I’ll do anything to convince you that I’m your perfect mate.”
More tears flowed but she didn’t try to force them back anymore. “I only stopped you from biting me because I thought you might be out of control. I don’t need you to convince me of anything. I love you.”
His gaze widened.
“Do you think I’d let just any guy take me to bed?” She grinned. “I love you, Anton. I don’t want to leave you. I never want to lose what we have.” She cocked her head to the side and positioned her body enough to elevate one shoulder to offer it to him. “I’m yours for the taking if you want me.”
His sexy eyes darkened. “I want you, kitten.”
Shannon’s chest started to vibrate and she started to purr without his hands stroking her body. Her eyes widened with surprise but Anton grinned.
“It sounds as if you might have a bit more cat inside you than you knew. I’m taking that for a yes from it too.”
“This is so embarrassing,” she groaned, cleared her throat, and the purring ceased. “You bring out so much inside me that I never experienced before.”
“We’ll work it out.” He chuckled. “We’ve got time. Lots of it.” He withdrew his cock from her. He groaned. “I always hate separating us.”
“Then why are you getting up?”
He sat back on his heels. “Roll over. This is easier to do doggy style.” He chuckled at his joke. “Besides, I’ve already scarred you. I want to keep it to a minimum when I mate you. I’ll bite over where I already have.”
Surprise held her still. “You want to mate now?”
All traces of humor erased from his features. “Yes. Do you want to wait?”
“No.” She rolled over and moved to her hands and knees, threw her hair out of the way, and smiled at him over her shoulder. She wiggled her ass. “Do it.”
He lifted to his knees. “I love you, Shannon. I will protect you with my life, make it my first priority to always see to your happiness, and I pledge my eternal love to you.”
His words touched her so much she battled tears. “I promise to love you forever too. I’d die for you as well, and I’ll do anything to make you happy.”
His fangs slid down as she watched and he nudged her thighs farther apart with his knee, gently. “You’re mostly human and I know what humans consider the ultimate commitment. Will you marry me?”
She laughed. “I’m about to let you bite me. What’s a wedding compared to that? Of course I will but something really small and fun. Nothing big or drastic, okay? I figure we’ll face enough stress when your pack finds out you’ve mated me.”
He chuckled. “Good.” His gaze dropped to her curvy ass. “You’re so hot. You have no idea what you do to me.”
She twisted a little to get a look at his stiff cock and grinned. “I can see and I do know. You do the same to me.” She wiggled her ass again. “Make me happy.”
Anton adjusted his legs outside hers and nudged her wet folds with his cock. He entered her slowly, her pleasure instant at the feel of him stretching her vaginal walls until he slid into her deep and she moaned. He didn’t move once he got into that position.
His voice turned gruff. “I love you, kitten.”
“I love you too, wolf.”
He laughed, wrapped his body over hers, and caged her under him. “I’ll try not to hurt you when I bite. Just hold still when I do. I don’t want to tear your skin any more than I have to. I need to keep locked into you to cement our mating. I want a strong bond formed between us.”
She met his gaze. “So do I. You won’t hurt me. I trust you.”
He kept her gaze as he started to slowly move, thrusting in and out of her. She gripped the bedding to brace her body and pushed back to meet his hips. Ecstasy filled her with every motion. Desire burned hotter and brighter as they moved against each other building to a frenzy of motion. Anton’s arm wrapped around her waist to lock her against him and he hammered her harder and faster.
Shannon had to look away, her head lowered, and she screamed as the climax hit. Anton snarled and she tried not to tense when his sharp fangs pierced her skin. She cried out again, the pain minimal compared to the second climax his bite sent throughout her body. He groaned, his body jerked against hers as he started to come, and she could feel him filling her with his warm release. It seemed to go on forever. His mouth suckled her shoulder, his warm tongue against the curve of it as he held it inside his mouth during the mini-aftershocks of the intense sex they’d just shared.
He finally released her with his mouth. His tongue lapped at her bite mark and she chuckled. “That kind of tickles.”
He paused. “I’m yours now and you’re mine. We’re mated.”
She turned her head until their gazes met. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”