Animal Instincts (6 page)

“This
is so crazy, Damien.” She hadn’t meant to say that either, but hell, it seemed
when she was around this man she couldn’t control herself.

“I
know it is for you, but for me, since the moment I saw you, there hasn’t been a
time I wasn’t thinking about this moment.” He lowered his gaze back down to her
lips. “You’re my mate, and my lion wants you, Danika. I want to claim you, but
I know as a human this is all every strange and new to you.”

And
when she shifted on her feet, moving slightly back, maybe trying to grapple for
leverage, her belly brushed against his body. She almost gasped out at the feel
of the very big, and very hard, erection he sported.

“And
I’m sorry about that,” he responded, as if he could read her mind, and knew
that she was stunned by the size of him. “But my body knows what it wants, and
that is you.”

“This
is all so crazy.” She licked her lips, felt his chest move with hers every time
she breathed, and knew that she wouldn’t stop this. Danika couldn’t. Damien was
so much older than she was. She was only twenty, and he was thirty-nine, but
even that wasn’t the big issue here. He was her father’s friend, and surely
being with him, actually allowing
herself
to
experience what this lion shifter was tempting her with, was wrong on some
level. Her father might see it as a betrayal, as a sick coupling that went
against nature.

“Even
four years ago, when I saw you in the hallway and all I wanted to do was make
sure you were safe, I could see the connection you had with me.” He spoke
softer this time. “Just admit that you feel the pull now, that you want this of
your own free will because you’re an adult and can finally feel the sexual
chemistry between us.”

She
started breathing heavier, like she couldn’t stop herself, couldn’t control her
own body. Danika was so wet between her thighs, and she felt her nipples harden
beneath her shirt. Yes, she was a twenty year old virgin, but even though she
may not be experienced that way, illicit and dirty images of being under Damien
filled her mind. She could picture his big, hard, and muscular body straining
over hers, that massive erection between his legs thrusting in and out of her
body. It would hurt, that was for sure, but she had a feeling that even if she
wasn’t a virgin it still would have felt like he was splitting her in two. She
may not be an expert on penis size, but God, Damien had to have broken the mold
with that thing.

He
inhaled deeply, and he closed his eyes for a second as his nostrils flared out
slightly. “I might not be able to know what you’re thinking, but from the
desire pouring off of you I can guess, Danika.” He opened his eyes, his pupils
still contracting and dilating as his lion flashed across his face. “I won’t
push you into anything. I’d never force your hand, but you also have to know,
because I’ll never lie to you, that I can’t walk away.” He cupped the side of
her face, his fingers strong, warm, and slightly calloused. “I walked away,
gave you the space you deserved and needed, but only because you were too
young. You needed to experience life first, and my sexual desire to claim you
didn’t happen until years after I found you.”

“This
is making my head spin,” she told him honestly.

“I
know, baby.” He looked down at her mouth. “
Christ
,
I know how hard it is for you. But you’re my mate, and neither my lion nor
human side will just let you go. I’d walk in the fiery pits of hell just to
show you how much I am connected to you. This bond, this mating we have, for me
is unbreakable.”

There
was so much truth in his words, so much determination for her to fully
understand what he meant, that Danika’s heart started beating so fast and hard
she grew dizzy from her rising blood pressure. This whole situation was insane,
and she felt like she had been dropped into some twisted scene from The
Twilight Zone. But despite all of that right now she couldn’t deny that
whatever he was talking about—this connection he had with her—she most
definitely felt it. Maybe she shouldn’t want anyone to touch her after what
that asshole had tried to do with her back at the party, but honestly she
wanted to feel Damien’s strong, protective body beside hers. Danka wanted to be
able to let
herself
go, just enjoy the feeling of
giving herself freely to someone, and not have to fight to stay on top of the
situation.

Damien
didn’t move closer, but he did hold her tightly, stroked her cheek with his
thumb, and stared in her eyes. Maybe he waited to see what she would do or say,
or maybe he was just as nervous as she was at how this was playing out.

No, he isn’t nervous. Look at
him, look at how secure he is in his position, in the way he speaks, and the
fact he’s told you exactly what he wants … you.

And
then something snapped inside of her, and she realized that this night would
have her experiencing things she’d only envisioned late at night when she was
alone in her bed. She’d also felt something for Damien since the first encounter
with him. Even at only sixteen her body had recognized something in Damien as
she’d stared into his eyes, felt his body heat fill her, surround her even. And
she definitely felt something when he had said she was his.
 
   

Dropping
her gaze down to his lips, she wanted desperately to be his, to experience this
imprinting that he spoke of. When she glanced back up she saw that he, too, was
staring at her mouth. The expression he held could have been interpreted a
million different ways: arousal, anticipation, excitement, and primal need. All
of those filtered across his face in rapid succession, and this low growl left
him and he inhaled once more. It may be wrong, may even be inappropriate to
want her father’s best friend, a man nearly double her age even, but she didn’t
care right now. She’d worry about the repercussions later, after this desire
had left her and she could breathe again. Like he had said, she was an adult,
knew what she wanted, and didn’t care what the result would be. Right now she
could only think about having him on top of her, and showing her that things
sometimes didn’t have to be so messed up.

Feeling
this strength settle inside of her, Danika leaned in those last couple of
inches and pressed her lips to his. He was tense for several seconds. Then this
low, needy, and animalistic sound left him, and he moved his hand to her hair.
He grabbed a chunk of her hair in a firm, yet gentle, hold and tilted her head
back to deepen the kiss. She grew even stronger in her lust for him, at the fact
she was really doing this. Danika ran her tongue along the seam of his lips and
felt his body grow tenser. His cock seemed to jerk between them, and a fresh
wave of wetness spilled from her. The deep, male groan he made caused her
nipples to tighten further to the point of pain.

When
he opened his mouth and their tongues pressed together she couldn’t help the
small sound of pleasure that escaped. He tasted so good. Danika tilted her head
more and deepened the kiss, loving that he was as far gone in this moment as
she was. She moved her hand back on the counter to try to get more stability as
he probed her mouth. Her fingers brushed along the cup by the edge, and then
the sound of glass shattering on the tiled floor penetrated her lust-fogged
mind. She wrapped her arms around his neck and moved so that her legs were
slightly parted and rubbed along his. Damien tensed and she thought he might
pull away or stop, but after a moment he kissed her more feverishly, more
forcefully even. Danika hissed out as the cut on her lip stung, and he
immediately broke their mouths apart.

“Shit,
I’m sorry, Danika baby.” He smoothed his finger over her cut lip, leaned in and
kissed it softly, intimately even. “I want to go slow, but it is really hard
now that I have you, and you’re so damn receptive to me.”

She
breathed in and out, not feeling her desire lessen, but instead heighten. “I
don’t want slow and gentle.” The sound that came from him had her entire body
shaking with her arousal. It was hoarse, scratchy and dominating, and it was
all because of her. He placed his mouth on hers again, much more softly this
time, but she wasn’t having that. They were doing this, and it was going to be
over the top and not danced around. She grabbed his hair now on the back of his
head and deepened the kiss.

Tongues
dueling and breath mingling, they were both like wild, uncontrollable animals
trying to get closer, needing more. The kiss was frantic, uninhibited. He moved
his hands down her body, and gripped her waist, his big hands curling around
her wide hips. He tugged her toward him with a firm motion, and then in one
movement had
her
lifted onto the counter. She spread
her legs, allowing him to move forward and fit between them. God, she was
really going to do this.

Her
skirt rode up, and the rough denim of his jeans scraped along the sensitive
inner flesh of her thighs. It excited her further, made her feel like
everything was coming apart inside of her, just crumbling for this man. She
tried to move closer to him, to press her breasts even harder against his chest
and alleviate some of this ache that settled in the stiff buds. Still kissing
her, still thrusting in and out of her mouth with the muscle, he pressed his
erection further against her pussy. He thrust against her over and over,
dry
humping her as he groaned against her mouth. He suddenly
broke the kiss. They both panted and stared at each other. She may be a virgin,
but she wasn’t a prude, but had never felt this kind of arousal move through
her before.

“Danika.”
His voice was gravelly and
hoarse. “I meant to tell your father about the imprinting, about what you are
to me, but things took a different turn.”

Yeah,
she knew he was referring to her leaving her dad’s house when she couldn’t
control her emotions.

“Doing
this without telling your father is wrong.”

She
knew he was right, knew that if her father ever found out he would never look
at her the same again, and would probably break ties with Damien. But then
again, she didn’t know that for sure, didn’t know if he’d feel a sense of
relief because Damien was surely the only man that would protect her as
fiercely as her dad did. She should have stopped, told him they would talk to
her father, but she felt like she was losing her mind. She felt like this was
right, like there was absolutely nothing wrong with being with him.

“I
want this, Damien. I want you to be my first.” That sounded so cliché, but it
was the truth. The few guys she had dated had never made her feel a sliver of
the arousal she felt right now with Damien. It wasn’t as if she had been
waiting until she was married, but more so she had been waiting until the time
had been right. This moment, right here and now, was so right.

He
rested his forehead on hers, closed his eyes and breathed out. “I’m a strong
male, Danika, but when it comes to you I have no control, no reasoning telling
me I should stop this. I just can’t because I’ve waited so fucking long to be
with you already.” He cupped her face with his hands, leaned back, and said in
a fiercely animal voice, “I will be your first, and the only male that will
ever know how sweet and good you feel right here,” he placed his hand between
her thighs. A gasp left her when he applied pressure to her panty-covered
pussy.

“This
is mine.
Only mine.”

Chapter
Six

“
Danika.”
Her name came out as a strangled groan from him. Her pussy was saturated, and
all she wanted was to let him know that she was so ready for him, that she had
never been more ready for something than she was right now. He grabbed her
waist again, and before she knew what was happening he had her back on the
ground, spun around, and had her belly pressed to the counter now. The Formica
was warmed from when she had been sitting on it, but
goosebumps
popped out along her flesh regardless. Her back was to his chest, and she could
feel the defined length of his stiff erection along the crease of her ass.
Licking her lips, she looked over her shoulder. She could see the raw desire on
his face.

“I’ve
never wanted anything more than I want this, Damien.” She licked her lips and
then swallowed. She’d never been so bold in her emotions, in speaking what she
wanted. But with Damien she felt like she could be anyway she wanted around
him. “I want you. We can worry about the repercussions later, Damien. We can
worry about everything after it is all said and done.” Danika didn’t know what
would happen between them after this, and she didn’t know exactly what to tell
her father either. Damien didn’t want this as a one-time thing, that was clear,
but did she want more with him?

He
ran his hands up, over the sides of her breasts, and across her abdomen. She
had never liked her body, never liked the thickness of her thighs, the slight
roll to her belly, or the fact she couldn’t seem to get lower than a size
sixteen.

“God,
I love that you’re so fucking curvy, love that you have lushness that makes you
a woman, and not a skinny little thing.” He growled. “It gives me something to
hold on to while I have my dick in your virgin pussy.” His voice was nothing
but a distorted sound now, and when she looked over her shoulder again she saw
that he wasn’t fully human right now. His pupils were completely dilated, and
the blackness took over the amber colored irises. She also noticed his canines
were elongated, slightly brushing along his bottom lip.