Oliver (Inked Menace MC 2) (8 page)

“I still talk with my parents. They’ve moved on to other partners, and roam free wherever their desires take them. Sometimes they get back together for a time, and other times they separate for years. Mating is strange. I don’t know if they’re true mates, or were in love. We don’t talk about it much. I know they love me, and that’s enough. They love my sisters. We’re a different type of dysfunctional.”

Curious, Amara cleared her throat and asked, “How did you get here? On the Ruling Council of Shifters?”

Oliver’s lips parted and a sexy chuckle escaped his mouth. He licked his lips and his arm jerked. “I lost a bet.”

“You… You lost a bet?”

“You really want to hear this?”

Some of the tension melted into a heaping pile of inquisitiveness. “Yes, mate, I think I really do need to hear this.”

His fingers tightened around hers for a moment, then he continued. “I’d been in Russia with a few others of my species.” He tripped over the words. He seemed to think for a second, then said, “I’m a Siberian. There aren’t too many of us around, and we banded together a few times over the years to help protect the lands.” He reached for a glass on the nightstand and took a sip. Amara watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallowed.

“Anyway, one night we were out, and there were five of us playing cards in a shit-hole bar. A large group of human men walked in spouting off how they’d just come from a hunt, and would any of the locals like to see their prize.”

A wildness zoomed through Amara. Something akin to the flight or fight reflex because she knew what was coming. Sweat danced along her scalp and her grip on Oliver tightened.

“We followed the men outside, feigning interest even though we all wanted to rip their throats out with our teeth, and we spotted a huge lion in the back of one of their trucks, bound and gagged.”

“How awful,” Amara said, needing to say something, needing to hear her own voice to ground her to this moment and not one at another time when she’d been bound and gagged and at the mercy of cruelty.

He whispered, “The story ends well.”

“Thanks,” she whispered back, latching onto his words and shifting her legs on the bed. They’d started to tingle with the urge to flee.

“So anyway, me and my buddies pretended enthusiasm and once we’d gotten a chance, we took the group out and examined the lion closer. Turned out he wasn’t dead, so we loaded him in the back of Jimmy’s truck and drove to his cabin.”

Waiting was not one of Amara’s finer traits. She made hurry up motions with her free hand and bit the inside of her cheek to keep herself from yapping at him to move his sexy ass.

“Fine, fine. We get there, unload the huge freaking beast, bring him into the house and lay him down in front of the fireplace. It was cold that night.” His eyes took on a far-away look, then he shook his head and licked his lips. “We were setting up a perimeter and had just gotten back into view of the cabin when a roar shook the wood off the side of Jimmy’s place. Kid nearly pissed himself. So he bet me five hundred dollars to go in and calm the lion down.”

“You crazy bastard.”

“I was barely out of my teens, of course I was insane. Trumped up on surging hormones and friendly goading. I wasn’t about to puss out. I told Jimmy and the guys, ‘No problem, I got this.’ As I walked up to the house, my palms started to sweat but I couldn’t let them know that. So I did the only thing I could do. I opened the door, waved my hand at the huge scary lion, and said, ‘Hey dude, we saved your life, could you not eat us?’”

Amara burst out laughing. “You tosser!”

He gave her a shit-eating grin and said, “Needless to say, he roared in my face and then I did piss myself, which of course made me angry, so I stripped out of my wet clothes, shifted into my tiger form, and roared back at him. That seemed to calm him down enough that he was able to work the drugs out of his system and shift into his human form. We weren’t sure if he was a shifter or a natural lion, though I suspected the latter.”

It took a second, but Amara put two and two together. “It was Hammer, wasn’t it?”

“Yep. He took me under his wing, brought me to the states, and showed me the ropes. He gave me a family, even though sometimes I really want to be alone and bathe in a nice warm pool of water, then suck on boar bones.”

“Don’t we all.”

His eyes glittered. “Oh, you like boar bones too?”

“I’m partial to goats. A yak perhaps. Sometimes,” she leaned in close to his ear, fanning her breath across his skin, “I even like to eat…”

She bit her lip to keep from laughing as he hung on her words, his breath stalled in his chest.

“…grass,” she finished and his hand flew to his heart.

“Say it isn’t so, my lady! How can you stand the wretched green stuff? Are you sure you’re a predator and not some kind of bunny rabbit?”

Amara reared back as if slapped, her mouth open wide in outrage, and she sputtered.

Oliver took advantage of her position and seemed to inhale her lips with his own, forcing her irritation down and turning it into something else. An energy with more power. Lust. Primal need. Animal aggression.

His hands gripped her shirt and tore the front down the center, exposing her naked breasts. He palmed one, then the other, and squeezed her nipples as his tongue darted in and out of her mouth, sliding against hers, then retreating. They danced and dueled, heat building between them until the hunger surged to a height that if not quenched, would detonate them both.

Zippers opened, clothes got tossed to the ground, and then finally, Oliver and Amara met skin to skin, face to face, and heart to heart.

“I feel like I’ve been waiting for this moment my whole life,” she said, reaching between their naked bodies and grabbing hold of his cock, guiding him toward her warm, wet entrance and circling her clit with the mushroom tip.

His soft chuckle fanned over her face and he moved a stray strand of hair to behind her ear. “It does feel epic.” He nudged his hips forward, teasing them both as his cock pried her lips open and he slid a few inches inside.

She clutched his back, digging her nails into his skin, her body taking over the carnal onslaught as her neck arched and she shifted to force him in deeper, where she needed him most.

“I swear if my sister or Hammer opens the door to interrupt us this time, I’ll scream and beat them within an inch of their life.”

They both paused, anticipating the momentary disruption. A few seconds ticked by on the wall clock, filling the silence with pent up lust, and when the door remained closed, Oliver reared back, slid his hands under her ass to lift her hips in the air, and slammed home with the force of mate caught in primitive need.

A low, throaty moan escaped Amara’s mouth and she reached her hands behind her head to push against the headboard to steady herself.

“Fuck yes,” Oliver hissed.

Amara opened her eyes and watched Oliver thrust hard and fast into her greedy body. His face was tilted back, eyes closed, sweat dripping down his forehead as he gripped her hips and punished her pussy with merciless desire.

And she loved every second of it. Her former lovers had cradled her with kid gloves, especially after her ordeal, afraid to do something to upset and bring her legendary wrath down, but Oliver intuitively knew she needed hard and fast. At least right then.

She was so lost in sensation she didn’t notice his hand move until he pinched her clit between his fingers and made her body jerk from the small dose of pain.

“You like that, kitty?”

Amara nodded, afraid if she used her voice he’d stop playing her like a symphony.

“You need to talk to me, or I’m going to stop.”

“Okay,” she whispered and opened her eyes, forging a tight connection with Oliver when their gazes collided. Neither of them looked away. Sensations ripped and tore over her with every caress.

Oliver’s brow rose. “You like a little pain?” His muscles flexed, showing his strength as he held her with one hand and continued moving at a much slower pace. “You into bondage, submission, shit like that?”

“Not really. No. I do enjoy my ass and pussy being slapped though, not too hard, but enough to focus my attention.” She licked her lips and cleared her throat. “It helps keep me grounded and present.”

“Understood.”

Amara blossomed as Oliver circled her clit with the pad of his finger. It was hard to form a coherent sentence with him touching her so intimately, and with the skill of an accomplished lover. “What about you? What do you like?”

“Let’s switch positions, yeah?”

A moment later, Oliver stopped moving and eased her down to the soft mattress beneath her. Then he crawled up her body and kissed her. It wasn’t rough or hard, it was smooth, slow, and gentle. He nipped her jaw, scraped his teeth across her chin, and licked her bottom lip before he tugged it forward. His tongue slipped inside her mouth and explored as he eased his throbbing dick forward an inch, then back an inch, creating a languorous rhythm. Going from vigorous fucking to tenderness was making her insane.

She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, digging her heels in as she lifted her hips to urge him faster.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck and chuckled. “In a hurry, darlin?”

A barrage of thoughts and feelings invaded her brain, making it difficult to focus on any of them. “I’m…” she searched for the right word to make him understand, “unaccustomed to the reverent way you’re touching me.”

A wet trail from his tongue made her shiver as he traced a vein on her neck and then bit her ear lobe. “Always so formal when you’re uncomfortable. I’ll remember that.”

“I don’t do affection very well,” she whispered, admitting the truth out loud.

He circled his hips and pressed up, the thickness of his cock stretching and touching every nerve in her core. Tingles started in her abdomen, stretching down through her pussy, and shot down her legs to her toes, then raced back up until her back bowed.

“That’s it, my sweet kitty.” He circled faster and set an inhuman speed, turning his legs slightly so he hit another sensitive spot within her. “Explode all over me. I want to feel every inch of your honeyed cream coat my shaft. I want to feel your muscles clamp down so hard on my cock that you make me come.”

She let out a harsh moan. “Fuck me, Oliver. Fuck me bloody harder.”

“Have I told you I like it when you go all British on me?”

“I’ll keep that in mind, Pretty-Boy. Now move your arse.”

In answer, Oliver pulled out, plucked her off the bed, and flipped her over. “Dog work for you?” he said just as he rammed his hard cock back into her tight hole, making her clutch the sheets with white knuckles and hiss through her teeth.

The frantic pace he set had Amara holding on for dear life and enjoying the fuck out of every pant-worthy thrust. “I’m so close,” she said and pushed back hard against him, meeting him push for push in the frantic mating dance as old as time.

“Do you know what’s going to happen as soon as I come inside you? Are you prepared for that, Amara? Do you need it, crave it, want me badly enough to accept all of me, even though we hardly know each other?”

His words stilled her mind for a second, even though her body continued to move in time with his. Was she ready for a permanent mate? Was she tired of being alone? Did she trust fate and her animal’s judgment? But most importantly, did she trust the overwhelming feeling of rightness calming her heart and making her yearn for the connection of a lifetime?

The hollow space in her heart burst open and Amara broke free from the constraints holding her emotions and passion hostage. “Yes. Yes, I’m ready.” She released the fear and accepted the truth.

Oliver was hers.

“You’re mine,” he growled and fell over her body, his arms on either side of her waist. His teeth scraped along her spine as he fucked her like a madman.

A blinding white light eclipsed her vision. Sparks danced in front of her eyes as ribbons of lust wound through and around her limbs. She sensed Oliver’s aura, his animal, and without having to open her eyes, she knew the ribbon wrapped around him as well, binding them together.

Oliver roared behind her, and she shuddered from the force just as a stinging pain seared her shoulder blades. Oliver’s canines pierced her skin and drew blood, marking her in the most dominant and primal way. He suckled the wound, and at once, Amara exploded in a haze of ecstasy.

“Oh my fucking god,” she yelled. At least she thought she yelled; it might have only happened in her head. Not that it didn’t make it any less real. The aftershocks wove through her like tiny blades of bliss, and her heart fired so hard in her chest she was almost scared it might take a leap through her rib cage. 

Oliver stilled behind her amidst a torrent of primal noises. Grunts, groans, and a hissing through his teeth. Amara clenched her inner muscles to lock him in place.

He didn’t use words. His tiger extended its claws into her back and he roared, his dick throbbing as jets of cream filled her womb. A series of grunts ensued as Oliver moved his hips faster.

His orgasm lasted about ten seconds, and during that time, Amara twisted her neck to watch him bask in his glory as king of her jungle. He’d taking a kneeling position, his back straight and face lifted toward the ceiling, tilted back, elongating his throat.