Bleacke's Geek (Bleacke Shifters) (2 page)

In fact, she’d enjoy it. He was a dirtbag. She refused to allow another child to be put in harm’s way by not taking the fucker out.

But if she didn’t take care of claiming her mate now she wouldn’t be able to focus on her job.

Threading her way through the tables, she rounded a room divider where two more rows of booths and several tables were located. She came upon a slightly geeky-looking man sitting alone in a booth. He was hunched over a laptop with his back to her, a stack of papers haphazardly sitting on the far side of a basket of fried mushrooms.

Well, at least we have that in common. That’s a start.

She stepped up to the table and stared down at him, waiting. Mr. Mystery Geek finally looked up when he noticed her standing there. No rings on his left hand, and what looked like a college class ring on his right. He wore wire-rimmed glasses that didn’t hide his sweet, brown eyes. He kept his brown hair neatly styled, and his cheeks clean-shaven. Maybe one-eighty-five soaking wet, if he was lucky. She couldn’t tell how tall he was, but judging from his torso length he likely stood a few inches taller than her.

Thank the Goddess for that, at least.

When she didn’t speak, he nervously said, “Um, may I help you?”

She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply.

Fuck.

Mate.

She had to claim him. Now. Otherwise, even if she didn’t get herself killed trying to take out Peckerhead because she was distracted thinking about this guy, she would drive herself nearly mad trying to track him down again if the crowd bolted and cleared the pub.

Decisions, decisions.

“Are you married?” she softly asked after she opened her eyes again.

“I beg your pardon?”

She fought the urge to bare her canines at him and take him right there. Her tongue flicked over the point of her right one as she felt the pleasant ache of it wanting to slide out. “I asked if you’re married.”

Looking obviously puzzled, he shook his head.

“Girlfriend?”

“No.”

“Gay?”

That apparently motivated him to righteous indignation. “Look, just because I’m an academic and single doesn’t mean I’m gay!”

She spotted his computer bag in the other seat. She grabbed it, scooped up his papers and slid them into it, then shut the lid on his laptop and dumped it in, too. When he tried to protest, she nailed him with her eyes and held a finger to her lips.

“Silence.”

His eyes widened as he clearly heard and understood her silent command. Looking shocked, he slowly nodded.

Even more proof that he was meant to be her mate. They had an instant connection without her even laying a finger on him.

She dropped two twenties onto the table to take care of his order and anything else he might have coming from the kitchen. Then she slung his bag over her shoulder and grabbed his arm. When she pulled him out of his seat, it was like peeling fresh, wet newspaper off a windshield. No resistance whatsoever.

She looked up at him. She’d guessed right.
At least he’s taller than me.
Not quite six feet tall, though.

Jesus, Badger’s going to laugh his ass off.

Stifling her aggravated moan, as well as her desire to claim him right there in the middle of the crowded dining room, she kept her fingers clamped around his wrist and led him toward the back. She had to have him.

Right now.

* * * *

This can’t be happening.
When he’d felt the woman’s presence by his table and looked up into her beautiful large, mocha-colored eyes, he wondered if she was pissed at him for taking her usual spot or something. She stood there just staring at him. A walking ball of intensity, heat shimmers seemed to radiate off her.

Now after answering her questions and watching her clear his stuff off the table, he found himself being dragged along behind her toward the back of the restaurant.

Why am I not fighting this?

He thought about it for a moment.
Wait, why the hell
would
I fight this?

It was almost like he could hear her muttering under her breath, even though it sounded in his brain and not in his ears against the noisy backdrop of patrons watching the hockey game. Not that he paid the game any attention. He hated violence of any kind, even sports.

But they served great fried mushrooms here.

Okay, focus. Hot woman taking me somewhere.

When he hesitated at the ladies’ restroom door, the mystery woman dragged him in behind her as if he didn’t have several inches and at least fifty pounds on her.

Jesus, how strong is she, anyway?

She could give Buffy the Vampire Slayer a run for her money. Actually, he realized that description seemed to fit her, except she had glossy, dark auburn hair that beautifully accentuated her creamy skin.

* * * *

Thankfully the ladies’ room was empty and had a separate large stall for patrons in wheelchairs. She shoved her mystery man into the handicapped stall ahead of her and locked them inside. After setting his bag down, she pulled his glasses off his face and carefully set them on the sink before she shrugged off her coat, kicked off her boots, and started working on her jeans.

“Pants down,” she growled. “Now.”

That seemed to break his spell. “What?”

“Down. Now. If I have to rip them off you it’ll hurt like hell when I do. Not to mention I
will
march you out of here half-naked when we’re done. I’d rather not draw that much attention to us.”

Apparently sensing he couldn’t argue with her, he started working on his belt with trembling fingers.

Her jeans and panties already lay on the top of her coat in a puddle of fabric. His khakis hadn’t hit his knees yet when she reached over and yanked down his tighty whities.

“That’s good enough.” She grabbed him and kissed him deeply, now tasting him as well as smelling his scent.

No doubt about it. He was hers.

She yanked the collar of his blue knit shirt to the side to expose his left shoulder. He tried to offer token protest again but she kissed him, silencing him.

Not hung like a horse but plenty respectable enough, his cock stiffened when she wrapped her fingers around it. “Do not drop me,” she growled. That was all the warning she gave him before she hopped up, wrapped her legs around his hips, and sank his shaft inside her.

Explosions went off behind her closed eyelids, and that wasn’t even an orgasm.

Holy fuck!

His obvious confusion immediately transformed to passion as nature and need took over. He grabbed her ass, holding her, then turned them around, bracing her against the sink as he thrust hard and fast. Maybe he didn’t look like much on the surface, but he sure as hell knew what to do with the ample equipment the Goddess gave him.

“That’s it, baby. Hard and fast,” she managed to whisper before she felt her canines elongate and she sank her fangs into the flesh of his left shoulder.

With enough sense of mind to slap her palm over his mouth to muffle his scream, she kept her teeth buried in his flesh, savoring the taste of his blood over her tongue, sweet and sharp, warm and…

Mine.

He came with her, her climax milking his from him as she licked his wound to stop the bleeding. It would completely heal in a few days, indelibly marking him as hers.

At least he didn’t drop me.

* * * *

He tried to regain his wits and realized that would be damn near impossible at this point. In the space of less than five minutes it seemed his life had totally shifted on its axis, wildly swinging from boring reality into something resembling
The
Twilight Zone
. All he’d wanted was to grade papers and eat dinner, alone as usual, and at least feel like he was part of his surroundings.

He didn’t have a lot of partners to compare the mystery lady to, but he’d never had an orgasm as powerful as the one he’d just experienced with this strange, beautiful woman. He came so hard it felt like his cock would explode.

And what the
hell
with the biting thing?

Not that he’d ever had a woman practically rape him like this before. Okay, so not rape, he damn sure didn’t mind what she was doing to him once he got into it. Maybe a half-foot shorter than his five-eleven, with straight, dark hair falling around her shoulders. A few light freckles dusted her cheeks over creamy skin. Her mocha eyes seemed to compel his obedience. And that throaty voice!

Reality intruded. He’d just had unprotected sex—albeit very hot and very good sex, the best of his life—with a perfect stranger.

In a bathroom.

A ladies’ bathroom.

Her palm against his mouth felt hot. Unable to help himself, he flicked his tongue against her flesh. She tasted sweet, salty, exotic.

Something inside him wanted to curl up with her in a very large, very comfortable bed and feel her in his arms forever.

Maybe those assholes in the Engineering department hired her to fuck me.
They’d been busting his balls enough lately about his lack of a love life. Except she felt dangerous in a totally sexy way. Really, that coat she wore made her look like an extra from some Quentin Tarantino movie.

Then again, it was the first sex he’d had with another person in three years. And she was really,
really
hot.

Maybe I shouldn’t complain too much.

* * * *

She pulled her palm away from his mouth. When she put her feet down, she felt something she hadn’t felt in…ever. Shaky, knees trembling.

He leaned against the wall. “What the fuck?” he whispered.

Peckingham
.

“No time.” She didn’t have time to explain to this poor bastard what just happened. She needed to take out her mark and safely get her mate the hell out of there. There’d be plenty of time for pleasantries and snuggling and more fucking later.

Much
more fucking.

She reached for her panties and jeans and pulled them on. “Get dressed. Now.”

He stood there, pants down around his ankles. “What?”

“Pull. Your. Pants. Up.” She buckled her belt and had her boots and coat on and his laptop case slung over her shoulder again by the time he leaned over to reach for his clothes.

Leaning a little, she got a look at his pale ass. Tight, nice.

Lustful heat rolled through her core when she imagined leaving bite marks on his unblemished flesh.

Later. At home
.

“Hurry up,” she growled.

He straightened and turned away from her as he tucked himself in. “I’m sorry, but it’s not every day I get raped at dinner by a perfect stranger.”