Predator's Claim (21 page)

He reached a hand toward one of her embarrassingly-stiff nipples and plucked at it. “My baby is a greedy girl.”

“I am. I want it all.”

“You’ll get it. In good time.”

Finally taking some sort of pity on her, he leaned over her and took her nipple into his hot mouth. Round and round the stiff bud he swirled his tongue, and she gasped at the remarkable sensations. Closing his eyes, seemingly as transported as she was, he suckled on the distended point until she feared it would never soften again. As he ministered to one grateful breast, he nudged a hand toward the other. Rolling the other nipple between his fingers, he increased pressure on both sides, straining her nipples until they crossed into joyful pain territory. Each hard tug, each intoxicating bite sent her careening closer to the edge, and she reveled in harshly-wonderful sensations she’d never experienced before.

He ground his body against her, his cock a silken weapon, ready to lay waste to her body. He rubbed his frame up and down on her, and her wetness spread from her pussy to his chest. Each glide of his pecs and chest hairs produced new quivers inside her. How she wished she could touch him there. “Please take the scarf off. I want to touch you.”

He shook his head. “No. Not done working you up yet.” With that, he turned her once more onto her belly and eased her tied hands over her head. He knelt at the side of the bed and drew her toward him so she ended up with her ass in the air and her head down in a sign of submission. With her hands bound in front of her, she felt like a pilgrim venerating before a shrine. And yet as Bart ran his hands over her ass cheeks, she felt nothing but pure reverence as it rolled off him in waves.

With his face so close to her raised sex, she felt each breath caress her most delicate skin. Ruffles of pleasure radiated through her as he brought his mouth closer to her. And when he buried his face in her pussy, she felt sure she’d gone to heaven.

“Mmm,” he moaned between licks. “So good.”

Charlotte wiggled on the mattress, her nose nudging the covers, as he drove her insane. However, he held her fast and didn’t allow her to squirm away. With his hands gripping her hips like gentle vices, he smoothed his thumbs in circular patterns, edging toward her asshole. On and on, he tortured her clit and drove his tongue into her softness. Any more of his exquisite teasing and she knew her knees would give out. As if sensing her first orgasm building in her frantic movements, he rested a hand on her lower back, keeping her where he wanted her. His tongue seemed an unmovable force, destined to wring every last shock of pleasure out of her.

“Bart,” she cried. “I’m so close.”

“I know,” he whispered against her skin. “I can taste it. And you’re about to get a whole lot closer.”

As he resumed his oral attack, licking all the way from her pussy to her asshole, his fingers continued to spread her moisture. While he nibbled at her clit, one of his large digits circled her tight rear entrance. A fierce orgasmic wave roared inside her as he gently manipulated the little hole. Increasing the soft, excruciating pressure, his finger opened her up and eased into the snug ring of muscle. She had to remind herself to breathe as he entered her, but she could hear him breathing heavily enough for both of them. As he penetrated her more fully, as deep as his second knuckle, she could hear the pounding wave in her mind. She could hear each smaller wave swoosh by as they created into a wondrous, thunderous cacophony of sound. And as it tumbled toward shore, Charlotte was thrown with it, her body spent and lifeless as she hit the bed. Her legs collapsed under her. Even still, her man continued to plunder her intimate parts, teasing between her ass cheeks and soaking up every last drop of moisture from her pussy.

“Mine forever,” she whispered into the rumpled blankets.

With another of his roguish chuckles, he nibbled at her ass. “And you’re mine.” With a final kiss on the back of her thighs, he gently eased his finger from her. She heard him stand and walk to the bathroom to wash his hands. When he returned, he rolled her over and smoothed a tender hand over her moist brow. Looming over her, he smiled. “Your mind, your sex, and your heart. All mine. And I swear I will take care of you for the rest of my life.”

“I’ll take care of you, my Alpha.” She nodded, overcome, but happy to be so. This time, when the tears came, she permitted them to cascade. Bart kissed each one away as soon as it hit her cheek.

He reached for her bound wrists and untied the knots. Freeing her, he let the scarf fall to the floor. She let her gaze dip toward his cock, so swollen and thick, and touched a finger to it. He sucked in a sharp breath as she guided it to her sex and slid it through her lips.

“Charlotte,” he muttered, his face red with need. “I need to be inside you. Deep inside you.”

She smiled, as her fate unfurled before her. “I want it too. Lock inside me. Don’t pull out this time, please.”

He gnawed on his lip. “I can’t guarantee I won’t impregnate you.”

“I know the risks, and I’m willing to take them. If it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be.” She grinned, stroking his length. Who was this new Charlotte? In her previous liaisons, usually with humans, she’d always insisted on condoms. However, when a wolf tied inside a female, no condom would stop him. His locked penis would simply tear through it. However, for the first time, she almost wished she could get pregnant. Sure, it would put a hitch in her career plans, but she knew they’d deal with it, and she couldn’t bear for him to finish outside her again. Bart Cairo inside her body, loving her as only he could, was her only reality and her only requirement for happiness.

“I don’t know.”

“Bart, I’m making this decision of sound mind. We’ll deal with whatever comes our way. Come inside me.”

“Oh, God,” he murmured as he rolled her onto all fours.

And before she could snatch a breath, he drove inside her with a force that almost forced her to the floor. If he hadn’t been holding her so tightly, surely she would have flown. However, Bart gripped her hips and fucked her like the animal he was. With each velvet thrust, he plumbed deeper, scoring her insides with pleasure. She cried out in awe, shocked she could be feeling the stirrings of another orgasm so soon. Yes, she knew she responded well to him, but this was insane. No normal person could handle such endless rapture. If she hadn’t been a shifter, surely his fucktastic cock would have killed her by now.

And yet, here she was, her body throbbing with a steady musicality, her heart singing. Her pussy ached in such a way she knew another orgasm was inevitable and headed her way soon. He slowed his pace, making sure to hit the spots which elicited the most plaintive cries from her. Stroking her G-spot, he settled deep inside her, and she felt him grow.

Yes. Yes!

As his already-engorged cock surged, she held still and gripped him. In a moment which seemed almost sacred, she felt him lengthen and thicken. He continued to pump, and his sweat dripped onto her back. He dug a hand into her hair and tugged. As her neck arched to accommodate him, her pussy vibrated with intense feeling. He increased his movements to a speed that seemed demonic, it was so frenzied. And as she shattered all around him, he clutched her torso, shouted, and shot his cum into her welcoming body.

Charlotte barely breathed, but felt him grab at shallow breaths behind her. His cock continued to reach as it emptied a steady stream into her. It lodged itself deep inside her, and he stilled. He rolled to the mattress and pulled her into his embrace, still connected to her. She knew they’d be tied for some time, perhaps up to half an hour.

And she didn’t mind at all.

Nuzzling her ass against him, she smiled and settled in, holding his arms around her.

“Are you okay?” he whispered as he kissed her temple.

“Better than okay. That was fuckalicious.”

He laughed and buried his face in her hair. “My mate. I’ve never felt so good.”

And as his seed mingled with her woman’s moisture, she rejoiced and imagined his sperm as it traveled its determined path. She silently rooted for the little swimmers, almost laughing as she envisioned them climbing all over each other. She felt like a bizarre cheerleader at the sidelines of a big game, rooting them on, wondering who the big winner would be. She couldn’t stop smiling, and if he hadn’t been holding her, she would have been shaking in excitement.

It hit her then. For the first time in her life, Charlotte realized she was praying for a baby. And it terrified her.

Chapter 12

When he awoke the next morning, Bart sat up with a jolt, realizing his mate wasn’t in their bed. Panic sliced through him, cold and irrational, freezing him through. Within seconds, he caught her scent coming from the bathroom. An enormous sense of relief infiltrated his bones, and his body began a quick thaw.

Shit, would it always be this way? Frantic desperation if he couldn’t see her? How would they ever function? Ryland had said the feeling calmed after a while. He supposed he’d have to trust in that knowledge.

He took a deep breath and realized Charlotte’s scent was somehow different. In fact, the more he breathed her in, the more altered it seemed. And then he realized it was because he smelled her blood.

Officially in freak-out mode again, he jumped out of bed and raced to the door. “Charles!” He didn’t knock and just let himself into the bathroom, glad to see she hadn’t locked it. “Are you okay?”

He found her sitting on the closed toilet, her bare legs knocked at the knees and splayed to the sides. No blood anywhere, he was ecstatic to see. She wore one of his T-shirts and had put on a pair of her panties. Clearly, she was alive and well, but not happy. He arched a brow at her underwear. “I didn’t think you had any of those with you.”

“I keep a spare pair in my purse.” She looked at her limp hands. “I got my period this morning.”

He crouched next to her. Ah, the blood scent. Of course. The smell of her menstrual blood changed her normal scent, making it richer and stronger. All woman, and strangely appealing even though it had alarmed him at first. As he breathed her in, his pulse skittered as if he were under the influence of a drug. He ran a soothing hand up her thigh. “You seem sad.”

Her breath caught in her throat as she responded, “I’m a fucking basket case! All night I’ve been a mess. Since you locked inside me, my body has been seizing and shivering. Something’s changed. I suddenly want things I’ve never wanted before. Pictures fill my head and I can’t get rid of them. I hear children’s voices in my ears, and my stupid wolf keeps telling me I need to have your pup. Like now.”

“Oh, baby,” he said softly, understanding. God only knew, the strange pull had beset him too, making him want her like a madman wants out of his cell. Making him want to attach himself to her at all costs.

“I know it’s crazy to even be contemplating a kid at this stage. But every step we take, I’m bound more deeply to you. I couldn’t help being disappointed when I got my period,” she confessed. “I know you must think I’m off my rocker. I wouldn’t blame you if you ran away. I’d run away.”

He stood and pulled her into an embrace. She slid her arms around his bare waist and let them settle on the curve of his ass. “Does it look like I’m running? I promise one day we’ll have a pup. As many as you want.”

“But that’s the thing, Bart. I never wanted this for myself. I feel as if I’m changing before your eyes. I don’t recognize who I am, and then I think I’m recognizing myself for the first time.”

“I recognize you, and I love what I see.”

She offered him an endearing smile that wobbled all over her face. “You don’t think I’m a mental case?”

He laughed and rested his forehead against hers. “God, no. At least not any more than usual.”

“Thanks, cumwad.”

“See? You’re still in there.” He kissed her on the nose. “I’m proud you’d want my pup.”

Her intake of breath was laced with relief. “I feel like a fever is raging inside me. I’ve never felt anything so…profound. It’s as if I can’t breathe if I’m not touching you. If I can’t see your face, it’s as if someone turned off the sun.”

Gratitude bloomed inside him, filling every corner of his heart with love. Bart had already known he’d do anything to keep Charlotte safe and happy, but as she declared such powerful feelings, he knew he’d gladly tear apart anyone who ever tried to hurt her. In an attempt to calm his erratic heartbeat, he hugged her closer and breathed her in. “I feel it, too. I look at you and want to smile like a goddamn lunatic.”

She laughed quietly against his chest. “We’re quite the dismal pair.”

He tipped up her chin, kissed her softly, and let his inner lunatic manifest in a goofy grin. “We always were.”

* * * *

Charlotte figured they couldn’t hide away from the world, or from pack business, for long. One of Bart’s younger cousins, a sweet kid named Rory, texted him to say he was considering a career in security and wanted to bounce some ideas off Bart. They all sat now in the resort pub. She occupied a table by herself in the corner so they could chat in private, and so she could update some docs on her laptop.

She watched Bart converse with the younger man, noted the way he listened and offered good advice. As much as he rolled his eyes at pack matters some days, she could see he was getting a kick out of his new role.

He really would make a great father one day.

Her stomach lurched with period cramps and she rubbed it, cursing her monthly visitor. When she’d realized she wasn’t pregnant, the sense of devastation floored her. She’d literally had to pick herself up from the bathroom tiles. She felt better now, but every time she contemplated having Bart’s babies, her stupid wolf did a crazed happy dance, making her organs rattle and her womb feel like a ghost town.

She’d never considered herself the maternal type, and now she was ready to play fucking Suzy Homemaker. Incredible.

She grinned. Left to their own devices, it probably wouldn’t take long for them to become pregnant anyway. Why, Bart had even taken her again this morning. She hadn’t met a man yet who was 100% enthusiastic about screwing a woman on her period, but Bart hadn’t seemed put out in the slightest. He’d taken her in the shower, up against the cold tile wall. His zeal had been that of a man possessed. She actually wondered if the scent of her blood had roused him further. There had been a crazed light in his eyes, so primal and earthy, so focused on making her come.