Dakota's Claim (12 page)

“Dakota
, please
,” she whispered into the
darkness. “I need you so badly.”

“You
have me, Tawny. Damn, baby, you have every part of me.” He placed his hand on
her pussy, and she made a soft mewling noise. “This is mine,” he said fiercely,
meaning it with everything inside of him. “No one will ever have you but me.”
This is her first time.
Gentle,
Dakota.
Although being soft and slow with her was what he needed to
do, it was also hard as hell because he wanted her so damn badly. “I want to
make sure you know that every part of you is mine. That once we do this there
is no going back. I can’t, Tawny, because I love you too much to walk away, or
to let anyone else have you.
Ever.”

Her
chest moved up and down as her breathing increased. “I know, Dakota.”

“Say
it, Tawny. Tell me what I want to hear.” He curled his fingers deeper into her
flesh.

“I’m
yours, and I’ll only ever be yours.”

He
moved his hands up so they rested right under her breasts, so that he was
cupping the substantial weight of them. “I want you to watch me, to stare right
in my eyes as I take you for the first time.”

When
she stared right in his eyes he moved his hands up to caress her nipples. She
arched into his touch instantly. Dakota leaned up and took her mouth again,
became lost in the sensations of their lips moving together, their tongues
pressed to each other, and her moans filling his head. He pulled back and
gripped her chin in a gentle hold, waited until she stared into his eyes, and
then he spoke.

“Are
you ready for me, Tawny?”

She
licked her lips and nodded. “I’ve been ready for a long time, Dakota.”

He
smoothed his hand over her cheek, down her collarbone, and rested his open palm
on her chest, right over her heart. “You see how good this is?”

She
nodded slowly, arched into his touch, and he groaned out.

“It
feels so good because you are meant to be mine.”

Chapter
Nine

Tawny
stared at Dakota’s big body as he braced himself over her. He was easily over
six feet tall, as big and muscular as the rest of the Grizzlies and Brothers,
but there was something different about him. Yes, he was a human, and she was
used to the men in her family being more animal because of their bear genetics.
The way he looked at her, like he
was
a bear, like she was his mate and he really would kill any other guy that even
looked at her the wrong way, reflected back at her. Tawny was used to Grizzly
guys going primal and obsessive on their women. She saw it all the time with
her dad concerning her mom. Dakota was fiercely protective in his words and
actions toward her, maybe too alpha for some, but Tawny loved it even more.

Lifting
her hands and smoothing them over his
pecs
, and lower
still to his rippled abdomen, she grew wetter as her fingers and palms came in
contact with the hard ridges and definition of his muscles. He was tattooed all
over, his arms having dark and brightly colored ink starting at his wrists and
moving all the way up to his shoulders. The sleeves of art didn’t hide his
bulging muscles, didn’t mask the overall strength he emitted. She lifted her
hand and placed it over his shoulder, felt his smooth, hot skin, and traced the
Brothers of Menace patch logo that was etched into his flesh. The ink was
large, parts of it creeping over to his chest and down his bicep. He might not
be pierced anywhere, but Dakota was one hell of a bad boy.

He
was pressed against her again, his chest on hers, his mouth by her throat. “I
want you so much, Tawny. You have no idea how much I want you,” Dakota murmured
against her throat. Warm, hard male flesh molded into hers, making the sweet
anticipation of what she was about to do just a reach away. His cock was long
and big, thick and rock
hard,
and pressed right
against her pussy. She wanted him so bad her wetness slid down the crease of
her ass, but she also feared the pain that would be associated with Dakota
taking her virginity.

His
narrow hips fit perfectly in the cradle of hers, and the hard, impossibly thick
length of him parted her pussy lips. She started breathing heavily as he moved
his hips back and forth, rubbing his cock along her folds, and bumping her clit
with every down stroke. He was torturing her, and she begged him softly for
more, rubbed her pussy against his dick, meeting his thrusts with her own, and
clawing at his back.

“That’s
it, Tawny,” he said gruffly against her ear. “Scratch my back, beg me for
more.” He was panting against her neck now, his groans mimicking her moans.
“I’m going to give you so much you won’t be able to breathe.”When she dug her
nails into the flesh of his back, a guttural groan left him. He jerked his hips
forward, rubbed her clit harder this time, and she gasped out in pleasure.

“You
feel so good, Tawny.” He continued to press against her, dry-humping her like
they were teenagers in the back of his truck. But God did she love it. She was
getting wetter because of it, more turned on, too. Over and over he did this,
his length sliding up and down her slit as he moved against her. Tawny rose up
and braced her weight on her elbows, watching the lower half of his body as he
rocked against her. She could see the base of his cock, and opened her mouth on
a silent cry as a burst of pleasure filled her.

“You
like watching, baby?”

She
lifted her gaze to his, and nodded slowly. Tawny couldn’t speak. Hell, she
could barely think straight. He moved against her faster now.

“My
need for you is intense, Tawny.” Another bump to her clit and she squeezed her
eyes shut. She fell back on the bed and breathed out as electricity moved
through her, the pleasure became mind numbing, and she knew she’d come from
this act alone. He continued to bring her to the edge, and then when she felt
herself go over he crashed his mouth against hers and swallowed her gasp of
pleasure. Over and over he kissed her, rocked against her, and only when she
pushed him away because she was too sensitive did he pull back.

They
stared at each other for several seconds, Dakota big and blocking out the
moonlight that streamed in behind him. His eyes were half-lidded, his mouth
open slightly as he breathed out.

“Be
with me, Dakota.” She had her hands on his biceps again.

He
braced his palms on either side of her head and looked down at where he was
thrusting against her still. The muscles in his jaw jumped beneath his stubble
covered flesh. “It’ll hurt at first, baby, but I’ll make it good for you.” He
looked at her again. “I’ll make it so good for you.”

“I
know you will, Dakota.” She smiled up at him, feeling her heart beat faster as
she watched him reach between their bodies and grab the length of his cock.

“And
you’re sure about this, baby?” He braced his upper body on his elbow, still
held onto his cock, and cupped her cheek with his other hand. He stared at the
spot on her face where he rubbed his thumb over her skin. “I meant it when I
said we could wait, that I have all the time in the world because I’m not going
anywhere.” Dakota slowly lifted his gaze and looked into her eyes. “You’re
mine, and there isn’t anything in this world that will ever change that. I
wasted too much time thinking that staying away was the right thing to do. I
was so fucking wrong for doing that.”

She
lifted her hands to his face and framed his cheeks. Tawny felt her bear move
below the surface of her skin, rubbing up, wanting to be with Dakota. She was
an animal at heart and soul, bound by her genetics to always have this primal
need in her to submit. It was the way she was born, the way she had grown up. A
part of her had always thought she’d end up with another shifter, but in her
heart she had felt this empty sensation at the thought of that. And now she
knew why, because being with Dakota, letting him take control, show her the way,
was what she truly wanted. Tawny was used to overbearing alphas, and Dakota was
no different. She might be a little wild and independent at heart, but she
wanted, needed, to submit to him and let him dominate the situation.

“I’m
ready right now, Dakota. I don’t want to think about what we both should have
done, because none of that matters anymore.”

He
leaned down and kissed her, a soft groan leaving him as his lips pressed to
hers. And then he placed the crown of his cock at the opening of her pussy, pulled
back slightly so he stared into her eyes, and took in a deep breath.

“I’m
ready,” she whispered.

 
He groaned.
As he stared at
her face, looked in her eyes, Dakota started to push into her body.
Tawny saw the way he swallowed, how his throat worked up and down from the act.
But before any more pressure was added he stopped. He wasn’t even inside of her
yet, just poised right at her opening, as if
he
were the one afraid.

“Don’t
stop. I’m so wet for you.”

He
closed his eyes for a moment. “Yeah, you are so wet for me, so primed for my
cock.” He cleaned his jaw, the muscles under the flesh tightening before
relaxing. It was like he was trying to rein in the alpha side of him, the man
that liked his sex rough and dirty, and erotic in all ways. She wanted him like
that, wanted the real Dakota that wasn’t holding anything back.

He
latched his lips onto her neck again, licked and sucked at her skin until it
felt abraded in a good way. He ran his tongue up her throat. A moan left her,
and he breathed out.

God,
so good.

Tawny
grabbed him around the neck and pulled his mouth toward hers. She swiped her
tongue along his lips, loving the harsh sound that came from him after she had
done the act. The musky, sweet flavor of her was still on him, and she sucked
on his tongue, swallowing the arousal,
her
arousal, that covered the muscle. He pulled away, breathed out hard and fast,
and then licked his lips.

“Let
me get a condom, baby.” He went to pull away, but she wrapped her legs around
him, placed her heels on his lower back, stopping him.

“I
can smell that you’re clean, and I am on the pill.” She scented the truth of
the former from her bear, and she was on birth control pills to regulate her
period. “I don’t want anything between us for this first time, Dakota.”

“Damn,
baby. You’re killing me here.” He didn’t move for a moment, and then lowered
his face to hers, brought his tongue out, and slowly licked her lips, as if he
were a wild animal tasting her before he devoured every inch of her body. She
lifted her hips and pressed her pussy against his dick, urging him, teasing him
to give it to her.

“No
more waiting, Tawny.” He started pushing into her then, slowly, steadily, and a
shock of pain went through her. The stretch and burn were intense, and the pain
like nothing she had ever felt.

He
closed his eyes and clenched his jaw again.
“So good, Tawny.
You feel so fucking good.” He continued to push into her, and when the head of
his dick pushed fully through her opening and he slid in another inch she cried
out.

“Oh.
God.
Dakota.”
She bit her
lip, tasting blood as her teeth pierced the flesh, and closed her eyes,
breathing through the discomfort.

“You’re
doing okay, Tawny?” Dakota asked softly, cupped her face, and placed his lips
at her forehead. He kept his mouth poised there not adding pressure, but
breathing heavily. She nodded, so ready for this.

“I’m
okay. I’m more than okay.”

Dakota
pushed into her more, bracing his knees on the mattress to get more leverage,
and then he was sliding all the way into her body. When he kissed her
possessively her pussy clenched around him involuntarily.

God,
it hurt, burned, and the stretch was all encompassing, but when he pulled out
of her, almost all of the way, and groaned out deeply in pleasure, she felt her
own ecstasy rise. The broad head of his dick stretched her unused muscles when
he got to the entrance of her body again, and then he pushed into her once
more. He did this over and over again until she was sweating from the ecstasy.
With every inch he sank into her, Tawny felt filled, claimed, loved.

“Christ,
Tawny. Good God, you feel so fucking incredible.” Dakota’s eyes were shut for a
second, and when he opened them the look of rapture on his face had her throat
closing. It felt good, pleasurable, but the pain was more encompassing at the
moment. But none of that mattered, because watching Dakota’s expression change
into different expression of ecstasy made her arousal grow.

He
leaned back slightly and watched himself push into her and pull back out. He
did this continuously, his muscles seeming to grow even tauter with each
passing second. “I don’t know how much longer I can last, baby,” he said but
still watched himself sink in and out of her body. “I am right there, Tawny, so
fucking close to coming that it wouldn’t take much more to send me over the
edge.”

“Then
let go, Dakota,” she whispered.

He
shook his head, and his short dark hair was brushed over his forehead, slightly
damp from his sweat. “No, not until you get off, baby. I want to feel your
pussy clench around my cock.” He started pushing into her harder, pulling out
of her faster, and soon the rocking motions of his hips slamming into hers
lessened the discomfort of the fact he had just taken her virginity. The
pleasure mounted, rose, and consumed her.