Carol's Mate (5 page)

They fell against the wall in a tangle of groping hands and fevered kisses.

Carol heard herself growl and tried to stop.

“Shit, that‟s sexy. Do it again,” he ordered, gasping for air.

The growl morphed to a moan as his mouth latched on to her T-shirt-covered breast. She clutched his shoulders and had to make a conscious effort to keep her claws from sprouting.

“You make me crazy the way you go around braless. I see these tits, and I want to taste them, tease them. See how much of it I can fit into my mouth.” He stripped her T-shirt over her head and tossed it to the side. Gazing at her breasts with what appeared to be reverence, he said, “They‟re even prettier than I imagined.”

Mark flicked one of her nipples with his thumb, and it instantly hardened, while her hips jerked forward. His gaze flew to hers. “How sensitive are they?” She hissed. “Very.”

The grin he gave her was savagely sexy. “This is going to be fun.” He dipped his head, mouth opened wide, and latched on to her breast. He consumed the whole thing. Carol had never been happier that her breasts were small.

Mark drew so strongly on it, her nipple was flattened against the top of his mouth. She let out a keening cry, and grabbed his head, holding him to her.

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He switched sides. She went a little crazy, clawing at his shirt, trying to get to skin. He stopped long enough to help her remove it before his mouth was right back at her breasts, his hands cupping her ass.

Carol ground herself on his cock. The feel of his hard flesh pressed to her soft contours was exquisite. Mark inserted a leg between her own and rubbed his sex against her. Back to the wall, she arched into him and rode the ridge of his erection, the flimsy material of her gray jersey shorts and cotton panties no barrier.

“Need…to…be…in…you…now,” he panted as he ripped open the zipper and shoved down his pants.

His penis—tall, strong, and thick—fell out of the opening. Carol wrapped her greedy little fingers around it, instinctively pumping up and down.

“Shit, that feels good. Too good. Stop or this will be over before it gets started.” She removed her hand and pushed her shorts and panties down her legs, stepping out of them when they dropped around her ankles. Mark went still as stone, barely even breathing.

“Is something wrong? Am I moving too fast?” she asked worriedly.

He closed his eyes and swallowed hard. When he re-opened them, they held so much heat she felt seared where she stood. “You are so damn beautiful. Even more than I‟d imagined.”

Having always been somewhat of a tomboy, she was embarrassed by Mark‟s praise. Carol could feel her face flushing.

“Baby, I hope you‟re ready for me, ‟cause I don‟t think I can wait much longer,” he confessed on a groan.

“Take me,” she said, reaching for him.

His mouth slammed down on hers in a kiss that another woman might have called brutal. To Carol, it was an indicator of how far gone he was. He grabbed under her left knee and lifted her leg. One of his hands felt along her slit and slid inside her sheath, testing her readiness. “Fuck, you‟re wet. Tell me it‟s all for me.” True Mates: Carol’s Mate

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“It‟s for you.”

In a display of brute strength worthy of a shifter, Mark lifted her up high on the wall. “Wrap your legs around me,” he commanded.

Carol curled both legs around his waist. Mark lined his sex up with hers, rubbing back and forth until he prodded her opening.

He played with her, drawing the moment out until Carol thought she‟d lose her mind. “I thought you couldn‟t wait,” she bit out.

“I can‟t,” he said and slammed home. “Shit, condom,” he stated as he withdrew.

“I need…”

“I‟m protected,” she cried as she desperately tried to get him back where he belonged.

“Thank you, God,” he breathed out and, gripping her ass, pulled her down to meet his thrusting cock as he impaled her again.

Carol bit down on the tendon between his neck and shoulder, her fangs locking, while taking a layer of skin off his back with his claws.

“Ahhhh! That‟s right. Bite me. Scratch me. Show me how good it feels to you.” He adjusted his hold on her and began a pounding rhythm.

Mark quickly took her to the edge and then shoved her over. She bit down so hard trying not to howl that she tasted blood. He accepted her abuse and demanded more. “Give it to me, baby. Let me feel that sweet pussy tighten on my cock. Milk me, baby.”

His upper body pinned hers to the wall. Holding her by the ass and bending at his knees, he drove into her with his whole body. Growling noises rose up from her chest.

“Oh hell yeah. Growl for me, baby.”

She growled and snarled and muffled a howl as she came again. She‟d thought a human couldn‟t handle her, but Mark was proving her wrong. He worked her until she saw stars.

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“Give it to me. You feel so good. Come for me again. Just once more,” he demanded, and her body obeyed.

As she climaxed for the third time, Mark drove into her to the hilt, the force of his thrust denting the thinly plastered drywall behind them as it gave under their combined weights. Limp with pleasure, Carol could do nothing but hold on as his knees buckled and they slumped to the floor.

She glanced over her head. “We broke the wall.” Mark‟s head rose from her shoulder, and his gaze followed hers. “I‟ll help you fix it.”

Now that she was sated, sanity returned. She pushed on his shoulders, trying to rise and free herself. “This was a mistake.”

“No.” His hand wrapped in her braids and tugged so that her face lifted to his.

“You will not push me away. Not now, not after this.”

“What this? It was just sex,” she lied, knowing it was so much more.

He gently shook her. “It‟s more, and I‟m not going to let you run from what‟s between us.”

She vigorously shook her head from side to side. “You don‟t understand.”

“Then tell me. Tell me why we can‟t be together, and don‟t give me some bullshit about not wanting to get attached until you get your studies out the way.

I‟ve never felt about any woman the way I feel for you. I‟ll be damned if I‟m going to let you toss away what could possibly be the best thing that ever happened to me without at least giving us a try.”

Carol stared at him. She couldn‟t tell him the truth, and he‟d already shot down her only other reason.

“Carol, give us a chance,” he said, gazing deeply into her eyes.

Unable to see a way around it and knowing she really didn‟t want to, she hesitantly nodded her head. “All right.”

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He smiled in relief and leaned forward, then laid a gentle kiss on her lips. She could feel his cock stirring inside of her. Unable to help herself, she arched her hips and tightened her sheath around him.

Mark planted his hands on the wall, caging her in. “You said something about studying?”

Carol rocked on him again. “It can wait.”

“Exactly what I wanted to hear.” He lifted her off him, rose to his feet, and helped her stand. “Which way is the bedroom? That was nice, but this time I want a bed.”

She pointed up the stairs and started toward them. Mark caught her from behind. In a quick motion, he had her turned and flipped over his shoulder. Letting out a Tarzan yell, he carried her upstairs and into her room. After tossing her playfully on the bed, he removed the rest of his clothes, then pinned her to the mattress with her hands above her head.

“I don‟t know what it is, but you bring out the beast in me,” he told her.

“It‟s only fair since you do the same to me.”

His eyes lit up, and he smiled. “Now…where were we?” Carol wrapped her legs around his waist, opening herself for his possession.

“Right about here.”

“Oh yes, now I remember,” he stated as he sheathed his cock inside her.

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Chapter Four

Being Mark‟s lover was a heady experience. In her near-virginal state, she didn‟t have the necessary emotional savvy to handle how he made her feel. Her one previous sexual encounter had taught her that it was hard to hide anything in a houseful of shifters who, with one sniff, could smell sex and identify the culprits.

Between the alpha and Alex, the guys of the pack quickly learned to turn their attentions elsewhere or suffer the consequences.

She reveled in being able to touch, taste, and fuck to her heart‟s content. The more sex they had, the more she wanted. Her world narrowed to Mark and school.

Even her grades would have suffered if it hadn‟t been for Mark. He forced her to study and to attend class, stating that they‟d come too far and were too near the end to mess up now.

For the first time in her life, Carol was in love. It was breathtaking, exhilarating, and so incredibly wrong. Their very relationship was taboo and destined not to last, which made her desperate and greedy to capture and hold on to every moment they spent together.

Mark virtually moved in. When he wasn‟t with her, she was with him at his place, but he had a roommate. It was only in her town house—or rather, the pack‟s town house—that they could truly be alone. There wasn‟t a room in which they hadn‟t made love. They couldn‟t keep their hands off each other, and when Mark confessed his love for her, she was over the moon.

He spoke of the future as though it was understood they would be spending it together. This would be the last semester of classes for both of them. The next phase True Mates: Carol’s Mate

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was internship before they earned their respective degrees. Because of their fields of study, their options were almost limitless.

The alpha would understand, she told herself. She loved Mark, and that was all that mattered. She was ready to give up everything—her pack, her home, her chance to have children of her own—to be with him. Somehow, someway, she‟d pay back the money the pack had spent financing her education.

It would all work out.
Please, God, let it work.

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“Mmm, that feels good.” Mark‟s hands tightened painfully in her hair.

Mouth full of cock, Carol hummed her appreciation, loving the way his thighs clinched and his hips jerked in response.

“Yeah, that‟s it,” he groaned. “Suck it just like that.” She swallowed the entire length, loving the way he smelled. She smiled inwardly when her wolf rolled over onto its back, luxuriating as the residue of their combined cum coated her nose. It was pleased that she‟d left her mark on him, however temporarily. With her wolf so close to the surface, every sensation was magnified—touch, taste, sight, hearing, smell.

She slowly withdrew until only the tip was in her mouth, sucking strongly as she did so.

“Fuck, baby.”

Mmm, not yet, but soon
. Her nether lips were still swollen and slick from their earlier joining, but she was hungry for more. She slowly slid her fingers down her stomach to stroke her throbbing clit.

“Are you touching yourself, Carol? Is sucking my cock making you hot?” Carol released him long enough to murmur, “Yes,” then took him back into her mouth.

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At his order, a delicious shudder shook her body. Rising quickly to her knees, she crawled alongside his body, turning so she straddled his face. Mark‟s hands came up to grip her hips, positioning her to his liking, then licked her from clit to anus.

“Hey, I wasn‟t ready,” she complained.

“Too bad. I am.” He licked her again, this time swirling his tongue around her protruding, oh-so-sensitive nub.

Not to be outdone, Carol quickly lowered her lips and scooped his penis up so that it filled her mouth. She suckled strongly, then swallowed, smiling when his fingers dug into her hips.

“So you want to play?”

Carol hummed her agreement, knowing the vibration would drive him crazy.

“Okay, baby. Show me what you‟ve got, but remember who holds the title of King of Pleasure.”

What followed were several moments of slurping, licking, and sucking, as each fought to bring the other off without coming themselves.

Carol was trying her best to focus on everything but what Mark was doing between her thighs when a familiar-sounding vehicle turned into the cul-de-sac and she tensed.

“What‟s wrong?” Mark asked, displaying his sensitivity to her sudden change of mood.

When the car slowed to a stop outside of the town house, Carol forgot about sex, scrambled off the bed, and flew to the bedroom window, which overlooked the street. “Shit! Hurry; get dressed,” she hissed.

She panicked. There was no disguising what she‟d been doing, or with what.

Damn, she thought she‟d have more time. She should have known they‟d come to check up on her, especially after she blew off Thanksgiving and the entire Christmas break to spend time with Mark. Not that she‟d do things differently, True Mates: Carol’s Mate

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given a second chance. Mark had wined and dined her, treating her like a queen.

Dates to the movies, the mall, flea markets, not to mention the fine restaurants and nightclubs he‟d taken her to or the gifts he‟d showered on her. Anything she‟d wanted was hers for the asking. That kind of thing quickly went to a girl‟s head.

Mark still lay propped up on the pillows, languidly stroking his erect cock.

“Come back to bed. Whoever it is will go away when we don‟t open the door.” Scrambling around, she snatched his jeans and sweatshirt off the floor and threw them at him. “It‟s my guardians,” she informed him in a fierce whisper as two car doors slammed shut.

“So? We‟re both—”

“Shh! Lower your voice. They‟ll hear,” she admonished him, despite knowing that with their sensitive shifter noses, Tom and Mona had most likely already picked up his scent and knew Mark was in the house, even if the extra car in the driveway didn‟t clue them in that she had company. By now she had on everything but her socks and shoes and was balancing on one leg at a time, putting them on.

“Carol, you‟re being ridiculous. There‟s no way they can hear us up here. The window‟s closed,” he told her, but he‟d lowered his voice and, catching a bit of her urgency, finally moved. He rose and began pulling on his jeans.