Animal Instincts (8 page)

She
lifted her hips to take more of him, as if this wanton sensation claimed her,
took control and she was now the one being the little seductress. The movement
caused him to slide further into her, her wetness and his hardness making it
easy and smooth. He swore under his breath.

“God, baby.”
He groaned once before he reared
back and gripped her hips tight. With one swift move he buried himself to the
hilt inside of her again, so forcefully that she moved up an inch on the bed.
The feeling of his balls slapping against her ass didn’t distract her from the
fact he was growling like an animal, saying lewd and coarse things, and
demanding that she admit she was his.

“Say
you’re mine, Danika. Tell me that there is no one else that will have you,
touch you, even fucking think about being with you.” His voice was distorted
and low, very animal-like in quality. He pushed and pulled in and out of her
body, faster and harder with each passing second.

She
wasn’t thinking clearly, didn’t even want to think about anything else than
obeying what he said. “I’m yours. No one will ever have me but you.” Those
words were deep, cemented, and so focused on what they were doing that she had
no doubt that, to him, what she said was the absolute truth.

Danika
wrapped her arms around him, leaned up, and pressed her lips to his. She should
have worried about the fact they weren’t using a condom, about how there was
the risk of disease and pregnancy, but as if he read her mind he pulled back
and breathed out heavily.

“This
is good, baby,
so
fucking good.
No
worries on going raw, Danika.”
He stared into her eyes. “I’m clean, and
you’re not fertile right now.” The way he said that and then inhaled deeply
sent this flash of electricity through her. “But when the time is right I’m
going to fill you with
my cum
. I’m going to fucking
fill you up so much it slides out of you and soaks the mattress.” He slammed
into her harder, and she felt her orgasm start to rise. “I’m going to put my
baby inside of you, make you big and round with my child…and fuck you’ll wear
it so well.” He was going so fast now, pumping in and out of her so that he was
sweaty, and the droplets covered her flesh. “But that is for the future. Right
now I am taking this cherry as mine.”

And
as if his words had her exploding in blinding light, she arched her back and
cried out another orgasm. But before he came Damien pulled his cock from her
and flipped her onto her belly. He placed a pillow under her hips and lifted
her ass. She felt his warm, humid breath on her lower back, felt his claws on
her flesh without penetrating her skin.

He
pulled her legs apart, smoothed his hands down her outer thighs, and leaned
over her to whisper in her ear. “I’m not hurting you, am I, baby?”

She
shook her head and knew that if she admitted there was a little bit of pain
he’d stop this. She didn’t know how she realized that, but she knew that with
every part of her. As if that was all he needed to hear, he lifted off her
back, placed the tip of his dick at her entrance and in one swift move slid
back into her. Damien pounded into her like a madman, holding her hips so tight
she knew there would be bruises in the morning.

But
for some reason she liked that, needed to see his brand on her flesh to know
this really happened. The sound of wet sex, of her pussy sucking at his cock,
drove her to the brink of madness, and she came hard again. God, she had just
gotten off repeatedly, and all because she was lost for this man.

Wet
flesh slapped together and filled her ears. When she heard him groan out, deep
and long, she knew he was about to orgasm. He covered her back with his chest,
pushed her hair off her neck, and licked and gently bit at the skin where her
throat and shoulder met.

“I
have to mark you, have to put my physical claim on you and show everyone that
you’re mine.” His words were heated and moist on her skin.

“I…”
She licked her lips. “I just want to be with you.” Had she had really said
that, let the words past her lips and meant them?

He
growled low, gripped her hips until his claws dug into her flesh, and then
pierced her flesh. The sting of pain was intense, and the warm feel of her
blood spilling down her shoulder pierced her arousal for a moment. But the
heady rush of pleasure that came after that stole her sanity, and had her body
shaking.

She
couldn’t catch her breath, couldn’t think as agony and ecstasy became one. His
cock gave small jerks inside of her as he finished coming, and when he pulled
his canines out of her flesh, and his cock out of her pussy, his semen slipped
down her inner thighs. Collapsing on her belly fully, she breathed against the
pillow, and sensed Damien move beside her. He lay down, and before she could
move he had the pillow out from under her, his arm around her waist, and her body
pressed to his.

“I
told you that you were mine, and I will do everything in my power to ensure
that nothing changes that. I’ll find out who hurt you, one way or another, and
I’ll make them pay.”

She
didn’t argue, couldn’t even move. Danika fell asleep that way, knowing that
what this man said was the truth, and that he truly would do everything in his
power to make sure she would always be his. That should frighten her, but for
some reason it didn’t.

Chapter
Seven

Danika’s
heart was beating fast, her palms were sweating, and she knew that what was
about to be discussed right now would cause a hell of a lot of trouble among Damien,
Tyler, and her. She had been with Damien sexually just two days ago, given him
her virginity, and hadn’t regretted one second of it. In fact, it was like they
had grown closer after that moment, that her body and mind were now attuned to
everything that was Damien. It was the strangest feeling to just think about
him and her body got ready for his cock, for his mouth and hands, and for his
possessive and growly attitude. This was fast, insane, and at times made no
sense, but for whatever reason she felt that it was right.

Over
the last two days she and Damien had spoken about this, and she knew that
although she didn’t have the same hardcore feelings toward him like he had for
her, she also wanted to be with him. She’d always felt this intensity when she
thought about him, and it had all started four years ago when she didn’t even
have the first sense of what was happening.

“She’s my mate, Tyler.”

They’d been sitting in her
father’s living room for the last twenty minutes, but her dad knew they were
coming over, that they had something to say.

Her father stared at Damien, his
hands tightly fisted at his side, and his jaw clenched tight. “And that means
what?”

Damien looked at her for a
second. “It means I’ve imprinted on her. She’s my mate, and I can’t walk away
from her.”

Her father breathed out roughly
and paced the room. The anger that came from him was tangible, and although she
didn’t want anyone to be upset over this, she also knew that this needed to be
brought up. Then her father stopped and pierced Damien with an icy stare. “How
far has it gone?” her father said in a low, menacing voice.

Damien sat on the couch, his
posture non-threatening and calm. “I knew when she was sixteen, when I first
met her, that she was mine.”

Her father let out this deadly
sound, one that she had never heard from him before. She knew he was a
SEAL,
skilled in killing men with his bare hands, but around
her he had always been gentle and soft-spoken. But right now he looked at
Damien like he wanted to kill him.

“You were seeing her when she was
only sixteen years old?” her father all but roared out.

“God no, Dad.
We didn’t even talk about this
until two days ago, when he explained it all to me.” Danika was the one that
answered.

Her dad glanced at her, this
chilled expression on his face. She knew it wasn’t for her though.

“You know enough about a shifter
that when they find their mates it is an unbreakable bond.”

“I don’t know the fucking
logistics of all of that, Damien, and you know that.” Her dad ran a hand over
his head and cursed low, seemingly all at the same time.

“She’s mine, Tyler, and you know
that I’ll protect her with my life.”

Her dad held his hand
out,
his finger pointed at Damien, and clenched his jaw.
“Don’t fucking talk to me about protecting her. I don’t even want to know what
in the hell happened between you two, and how you took advantage of my little
girl.”

“He didn’t take advantage of me,
Dad.”

He glanced at her, the chilled
expression on her dad’s face now directed at her. “Danika, sweetheart, please
stay out of this.”

He turned and looked at Damien
again, but this time the lion shifter was standing. “I trusted you. You two may
not have known each other, but you’re like a brother to me, family, Damien. I
trusted you to treat her like family, too.”

Damien took a step forward. “She
means more to me than family, Tyler.”

Her dad shook his head and ran a
hand through his hair.

“When I realized I imprinted on
her four years ago I went away. I left, knowing she was young, even though my
desire for her wasn’t sexual in any sense yet. I saw her as someone I wanted to
protect, watch over, and keep safe.” Damien almost sounded defeated. “You know
I went away, and when I came back two years ago, thinking I’d be able to claim
her as my mate, she was gone.”

Her father cursed out.

“I stayed away still, for another
two fucking years. I knew she needed to be by herself, to live her life. When
she came back I’d let her decide how she wanted to proceed.” Now it was
Damien’s turn to run his hand through his hair. “Obviously shit didn’t go as I
planned, and I’m sorry to spring this on you, but I didn’t think waiting and
prolonging telling you was the best option.”

Danika wished she could have told
her father about this before she had slept with Damien, but she had needed to
be with him right then and there, needed his comfort. She was an adult, knew
that she could make her own decisions without letting her father know, but she
also knew that telling him about this since Damien was his friend should have
been a priority.

“I want to take care of her,
Tyler, and I want your blessing.”

Her father’s face turned a nasty
shade of red, and he took a menacing step toward Damien. She stood, knowing
there would be a fight if things escalated.

“No, Danika,” her father said and
lifted a hand to stop her from coming closer. “This is between me and Damien.”

“This concerns me, too—”

“He’s right, Danika. Stay back
because I don’t want you getting hurt.” Damien was the one to keep her back
now.

“You’re too old for her, Damien.”
Her dad’s jaw
clenched,
and she heard him grind his
teeth. “I don’t want to even think about what you are doing with her.” He
turned away, gripped the hair at the base of his neck, and pulled on the
strands.

“You know the age thing isn’t a
factor. You were a decade older than—”

“You don’t bring my dead wife
into this.”

Damien didn’t say anything else
for several moments. “I would never let anything or anyone hurt her. You have
to know I’ll protect her at all costs.”

And that seemed to be her
father’s breaking point. He charged after Damien, and she watched in horror as
the lion shifter just stood there, as if expecting to be attacked by her
father.

“Please, Dad, stop.” But her
words fell on deaf ears. The momentum of her father charging forward had Damien
and him slamming into the couch and toppling the piece of furniture. The first
punch from her father hit Damien in the gut, and then he was hit for a second
time on the other side. The only thing Damien did was block the punches,
because it was clear he wouldn’t fight back.

“
You fucking
asshole. I trusted you.” Her father hit him again and again, until blood came
out of his nose and the corner of his mouth.

She charged forward, tried to
pull her dad off of him, but it was like moving a brick wall.

“Don’t get involved, Danika,”
Damien said in a gruff voice.

They fell to the floor with her
father on top of Damien. Knowing this had to stop, she pushed her dad off of
Damien with a strength she didn’t know she had.

“Stop,” she pleaded, and held
herself in front of Damien. “Please, he didn’t do anything I didn’t want. I’m
not saying we are in love and will elope. I’m just asking you to try and accept
this, Dad.” She stared into her father’s eyes. “Please.”

“I deserved everything you gave
me—”

Her father stared at her, sat on
the floor, and breathed out as if he were giving up. He looked at Damien. “You
deserve a lot fucking more, Damien.”

“I do deserve a royal ass beating,
worse than what you just gave to me because I didn’t tell you sooner, but you
are like my brother, and the internal war I had with myself over this had me
fucked in the head.”