Hook, Line, and Mated (8 page)

The growl that came from him had her opening her eyes and staring up at him.

He started to lower his head to hers until his lips were a hairsbreadth away. “You tempt me, make me crazy with the need to have you.” He ran the tip of his nose up her cheek. “You’re the first thing I think about when I wake, and the last thing to fill my head before I fall asleep.”

Her heart was beating so hard and fast at his words.

“You tease my animal the likes of which you’ll never really understand, but I want more of it, want more of you.” He leaned back and stared right into her eyes.

“I’m not afraid of this, Easton. I want it as badly as you do.” Jessie wanted to lean in that little bit and kiss him again, but she stayed still, looking into his eyes, waiting for him to make another move, to take that control.

“Your scent drives me fucking crazy.” He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. “My cock has never been this hard, baby.” He took her hand and moved it between their bodies, placing it right over his dick. A gasp left her at his size, at his hardness. His warm breath slid along her face.

“Claim me,” Jessie whispered. She could hear her heart beating in her ears, feel it in her throat. He was her mate, and it was ingrained in her that they were to be together in every way possible.

“I want to taste you, to run my tongue over every part of you.”

She licked her too-dry lips.

“Do you want that, Jessie?”

She nodded instantly.

“Fuck, baby.” He held still for a moment, not speaking, not moving, as if he were trying to rein in his control, and for a second she thought he would snap. He pressed his lower half into her belly, and the huge feel of his erection prodded her, had a fresh gush of moisture leaving her. At the feel of that hard, thick length, she had to clench her thighs together. Fortunately, he didn’t say anything else, just slammed his lips onto hers once more.

She scented his need for her, of his animal’s desire for her body. He wanted to mark her, claim her, and she wanted that like she wanted to breathe.

Chapter Thirteen

Easton was a definite fiend for Jessie. He was far too gone to stop this now, and even if he had the strength to walk away from this he wouldn’t have. He needed her in all ways, and his animal was itching to be released, to claim her in the way mates did. There was no dominance coming from her, because
he
was the one that was in control, would take this as far as his mate could handle, and give her all that she needed. Because Easton needed this, too, needed it like he needed to shift into his animal to find release and expel extra energy.

Her cheeks were flushed, dotted with red from her lust. The sweet smell of her serval cat filled his nose and made him groan, his moose a wild bastard for her. As he kissed her, taking in her flavor, her very essence, he ground himself against her belly. Her mouth was hot and sweet, and his cock jerked behind his jeans, the fucker needing out and buried deep in her body. He might only admit this to himself, but it had been a long fucking time since he had been with a female, human or shifter alike. He just kept to himself, finding release by jerking off, and knowing that he’d never find someone that connected so well with him that he knew he couldn’t live without her.

Jessie is that female, though.

He swept his tongue into the wet cavern of her mouth and stroked it along hers, eliciting a moan from her. He swallowed that sound, wanting more of it to come from her. Sliding his hands down her back, he gripped her full, round ass and brought her closer to him, which was almost an impossible act given the fact they were pressed tightly together. His cock jerked at the feel of her softness and the scent of her animal submitting to him.

The sound of her lightly moaning told him she was finding pleasure in this, and the way her nails dug into his arms let him know she needed more.

Jessie slid her hands up his chest and dug her nails into his skin. The clothes he wore abraded his flesh, but that was because he was on the verge of shifting, needing her. Easton wanted to feel her body shaking beneath his hands and mouth, losing control because she came. She was as close to him as two people could get, closer than he had ever let anyone get. He was purely working on instinct now, and there wasn’t anything on this fucking planet that could stop him from claiming his mate.

“You sure you want this, baby?”

“I want this. I want you,” she said instantly and looked into his eyes. “Take me. Claim me, mate.”

He kissed her harder and with more possession. “I’m going to make you smell like me, fill you with my seed so it comes out of you, saturating your flesh so all know you’re mine.”

She moaned and rubbed her breasts on his chest.

“I’m going to leave my teeth marks on your body, have you bruised and red from fucking me.”

“Yes,” she breathed out, and he swallowed the sound.

He gripped the cheeks of her ass, slid them up and took her shirt right along with the movement. Her ass was full and round, just like her body. He squeezed the mounds and pulled her harder into his cock. He could smell how wet her cunt was through her clothing, knew if he slipped his fingers between her thighs his hand would be soaked with her desire for him.

In one swift move he all but tore her jeans from her, the material splitting apart in the stillness of the room. He lifted her easily into his arms, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. The warm feeling of her pussy through her panties had him nearly coming right in his jeans like some damn inexperienced fool.

He broke the kiss only long enough to slip his finger into the waistband of her panties, and tear the fucker away.

“Oh, God, yes.”

He’d make her screaming out more than that really damn soon. He turned, and moved toward where he knew a sawhorse sat. This room might be one of the only ones almost finished, with the windows in, the walls plastered, and the flooring done, but there were still construction tools lying around.

He walked onto the white cloth that protected the flooring, the material that the sawhorse sat on. He set her on it, held onto her waist, and knew this would be one hell of a claiming.

“God, I feel like I’m going to burn alive,” she said against this mouth, and then used the heels of her feet on his lower back to pull him toward her.

Easton pressed his dick into the softness between her legs. She gasped, and he groaned, feeling her heat and wetness going right through his jeans. “If I don’t get my cock inside of you I’m going to come right in my fucking pants.”

She panted against his lips. “I want you inside of me.”

“I want my cum filling you, want your pussy clenching around my dick.” His animal, that fucking selfish bastard, wanted Jessie with a ferociousness that bordered on mania. The position had her legs opened wide, and the scent of her musky arousal filled his head, making him crazed. Grinding himself into her, he grunted and knew pre-cum started to make the front of his jeans wet.

“Fuck me,” she whispered into the darkness.

“I am going to have my dick so deep inside of you, fuck you so hard, every time you sit down you’ll be thinking of me, mate.” He kissed and nipped along her jaw, and felt this surge of satisfaction when she tilted her neck to give him better access, submitting to him.

“God,” she said on a breathless gasp.

He ran his tongue along her throat. Easton’s animal might not have fangs when fully turned, might survive off the flora of the land, but when he was partially shifted he could still mark his mate, bite her enough that the wound would stay on her flesh and let all others know she was his.

He wanted to break her skin and get his saliva into her bloodstream so she’d always smell like him, always know who she belonged to. He’d also fill her with his seed, make sure that when any shifter scented her they’d know that she was
his
. If anyone tried to fuck with her their blood would be on his hands, their broken bodies at his feet. His animal side was coming out in fuller force with each passing second, and he could feel his tongue swell with the need to mark her, to have his saliva, his scent in her bloodstream.

“Do you feel how my animal wants you, baby?”

“I do.” Gasping out the words, she dug her nails in deeper into his arms.

“Do you see how my animal is right at the surface?” he asked in a harsh voice.

“God, yes, Easton.”

“Baby, I want you so fucking bad, so much it hurts.” He ground himself against her over and over again until he was close to getting off from the act alone. Her pussy was soaked, and his cock slid through her slicked slit, bumping her clit.

He forced himself to stop, because no way he was about to fucking get off without being deep inside of her body.

When she dug her nails into his biceps, he pushed away all other thoughts except what was happening right now. He relished the sting she caused, the fact she broke skin because she was too far gone … just like him. “That’s it, baby, make me bleed, make it hurt, just give yourself to me.” He ran his tongue up her neck and stopped at her mouth. He moved his hands down to her waist, clenched his fingers tighter into the lush curves of her body, and swore. Smooth thickness greeted his hands. Fuck, he loved everything about her, loved that she was submitting to him, letting her animal come forth and allow his moose to claim her.

Her ass hung off the side of the sawhorse, and a growl left him when he moved his hands to her bottom and squeezed the lush mounds. He pushed back an inch, looked between their bodies, and even though it was dark, his vision was crystal clear.

“Spread your legs wider.” Easton barely got the words out, and even though she heard him, he could hear how broken up they were because he was so close to shifting. She obeyed him right away. The scent of her sweet, musky pussy slammed into him even harder, and he felt his moose rise up. His muscles were thickening, his bones aching as they were about to break and realign.

His animal was coming out, and he knew that once he had his cock in her that its presence would be even more pronounced. He went back to kissing her, and soon it became desperate, needy, and full of passion and heat. His clothes came off with frantic motions. Right now they were just animals needing to be with each other, mates that needed to be claimed.

“I can’t breathe,” she said and leaned her head back on the wall. She looked down the length of his chest, and lower still until she could obviously see his cock. With them both naked now, his dick hard, long, and probing her pussy, he knew that once he was buried inside of her he wouldn’t last.

When she reached down and touched his abdomen, ran the pads of her fingers lightly across his six-pack, he couldn’t stop the low sound that left him.

“I’ve never seen a male as big and strong as you,” she whispered, and then curled her hand around his waist. She leaned in and ran her tongue along his bottom lip, and at the same time moved lower until she was touching his erection.

“I’m giving myself to you freely, completely.”

He tugged at the strands of her hair behind her head after she spoke. Right now he was all animal, thinking on instinct. “Good, because you’re mine.” He growled the words out. “
I’m
going to fuck you, make you scream and cream all over my cock.” He could have said it a little less harshly, could have tried to make her feel cherished and special right now, but at the moment he was primal.

She moaned and thrust out her breasts, and his mouth watered for a taste.

He slipped his hands between the wood and her body, gripped her ass, and clenched the mounds hard enough she gasped out from pain. But soon after that her pleasure bloomed, and saturated the air. She was wet and smelled so fucking good. Easton moved away from her only enough to slide his hands down her legs and grab onto her ankles. They were delicate, fragile almost.

He lifted her legs and placed her heels on the edge of the wood. Her pussy spread open for him so obscenely it made his dick jerk. Pre-cum was a continuous presence on the tip of his dick, and the longer he stared at her sweet, red cunt, the more he felt like he was losing control.

Her clit was swollen, her pussy hole slightly gaping for him. Easton was going to make her scream in orgasm before he slid his cock into her body, make her need his dick like she needed to breathe.

Easton slid his fingers through her slit, moving her moisture around. He did this for her as much as he did it for himself. He gathered her wetness, made sure his fingers were soaked in the fluid, and then brought them to his mouth. Lifting his gaze, her brought his fingers to his mouth and licked the cream from them. He never wavered from making sure she saw what he was doing.

“You like what you see,
mate
?” he said on a harsh growl.

She licked her lips and nodded. The sound of the wood beneath her creaking was loud, and he heard the scrape of her nails along the seemingly fragile bar she sat on. Her throat worked as she swallowed, and he continued to suck the fluid from his digits, not wasting a drop.

“You taste so fucking good, sweet and mine.”

Her eyes widened, and she parted her lips. He didn’t hold in the guttural noise that left him. He couldn’t even if he’d tried. When every ounce of her arousal was cleaned from his fingers he leaned toward her and took her mouth again. Easton speared his tongue past her lips, claiming her, forcing her to kiss him in the way he wanted. He wanted her to be able to taste her essence on his tongue, to get aroused from it.

He broke away only long enough for her to gasp. He kissed her again and again, thrusting his tongue in and out of her mouth, dominating her, making her submit. When he pulled away the second time she moaned, the scent of her needing him strong in the air.

“Oh,
God
.” She let her head fall back slightly and closed her eyes. Easton moved his hand between her thighs, and stroked her pussy with his fingers.

He slid his middle finger into her body and placed his thumb on her clit, rubbing the small nub back and forth.

“Touch me, baby,” he ground out.

She obeyed him instantly. Moving her hand between them, she grabbed his cock, wrapping her fingers around his girth, and stroking him. He gritted his teeth and breathed out. He grabbed her hand, moving her hand up and down his dick faster, squeezing harder.

“I am so damn hard for you, so fucking stiff that my cock is about to explode.” He wasn’t exaggerating. The damn thing felt like if it wasn’t shoved deep inside of her body it would never go down.

“Easton,” she whispered his name. “I want you so badly.” She said the words softly, hoarsely.

“I want you, too, Jessie.” She was just as inflamed as he was. Good. He pushed his finger in and out of her, and felt her inner muscles clench around the digit. “Fuck, you’re tight, and so damn wet for me.” He placed his mouth at her neck, and dragged his lips back down her throat to where it met with her shoulder. His mouth watered to mark her, and he wasn’t about to deny him or his animal. Sinking his teeth into the supple flesh, he pumped his finger in and out of her, loving how her tight pussy gripped it, as if she didn’t want him to stop. He hadn’t broken her skin, but he knew he’d hurt her, knew she liked this good kind of pain by the scents and sounds coming from her.

Our mate wants us, and we won’t deny her.