Shifters Forever The Boxed Set Books 1 - 6 (29 page)

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arti looked
down for so long that Tanner was getting concerned. She took in a deep breath, audible, ragged. Her shoulders rose with the inhale. Then she let it all out in a loud whoosh.

“I was raped.”

Fury traveled through Tanner’s body, leaving him cold, with an anger in his veins that seared the way that the coldest temperature could sear. She’d been raped? By a shifter? A polar bear shifter, clearly.

He gripped the coffee table with a white-knuckled fierceness. He didn’t know any polar bear shifter families, personally. He didn’t know if this would be easy enough to trace but he would. Then he’d wreak revenge on the entire clan.

“Tanner.”

Her voice brought him back from the chasm of his rage. “What?” He barely managed the words through clenched jaws.

“I don’t want Dominic to know. I don’t want anyone to know.”

“No one will. But I will kill the entire miserable clan. I’m certain I can narrow it down. Can you give me any specifics?”

Her eyes widened, blue on a white background. “No. you can’t do that.”

He did a double take. “They hurt you. One of theirs hurt you. They will not go unpunished.”

“And if something happens to you?”

“Nothing can happen to me.”

He scented her fear, and it was strong. He pulled back, studied her face, took her hand in his, measured how small it was in his large, calloused palm.

“You do care.” It wasn’t a question. He needed her to affirm what his bear had already told him.

She nodded, her lower lip trembling.

“You trust me with Dominic?” He cocked his head because he knew her protectiveness.

“Yes. How could you ask that after what I just saw you do with him?”

“He needs a father.” Tanner brought her fingertips to his lips and planted tender kisses on the pad of each finger.

“I can’t help him with that.” Her words were a low whisper.

The scent of her desire for him was strong, filling his lungs, overtaking all his other senses.

“I can.”

“We’re a package deal.” She gasped the words out softly so as not to awaken Dominic, but unable to control the passion he could scent.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He took her face between his hands, cupping her cheeks gently. “Mae’s going to be thrilled. Another nephew.”

“I don’t know. You think it would be wise to take him there? To have him meet Mae or anyone else shifter-associated? I’ve fought so hard to keep him away from the shifter world.”

“How is it I didn’t scent him on you?” His brow rose. “You used block on yourself?”

She nodded.

“My beautiful, resourceful woman.” Pride swelled within him at the lengths she had gone to in order to protect Dominic. “He’s quite the little man, you know.” He smirked teasingly. “For a polar bear, that is.”

Tanner rose and closed the door to her bedroom, returned and pulled her to her feet.

“What are you doing, Tanner?” Her soft words wrapped around his heart, squeezing like a vise. The muscles in his stomach clenched with an urgent need to hold her. His bear flexed deep within him, clenching tighter, pushing Tanner to make her theirs immediately.

Tanner fought with the bear. He didn’t want to rush the couple bond. She deserved more than that. She and Dominic both deserved the tenderness that she’d never had from a shifter.

He wanted to make love to her. He wanted to make her beg for him to make her his. He wanted her to know gentleness before she grew to appreciate the roughness he enjoyed.

He lowered his head and licked a slow, sensuous trail over her lips. She leaned in to him, responding to the tenderness in his touch. He tasted her lips, her tongue, the soft skin on her neck, the tender skin in the spot where he would couple bond her when she was ready, between her shoulder and neck.

He drew air in through his nostrils, a deep draw that allowed her scent to dwell on his senses, to experience the pull she had on him.

He looked into her eyes, finding a desire and passion for him that mirrored the depths he felt for her. The bear in him growled, eager for her, hungry for her.

“Tanner.” Her whisper corralled a surge of energy within him, harnessing it, then unleashing it on his body, making currents slide through his veins, burning hot for her.

He’d never wanted a woman like this. He wouldn’t be denied. He hoped that wasn’t denial on her lips, because there was no denial in her eyes.

His hand followed his tongue, his thumb resting on that delicate pulse on her neck, feeling the pulse there racing, beating against his calloused thumb pad.

T
anner’s tongue
and mouth were driving her crazy. Days of pent-up desire for him, months of no contact, no intimacy, had turned Marti into a messed-up, mixed-up bundle of sexual energy.

“Mmm-hmmm?” He drew his questioned murmur out in a long, sexy note.

Flames crowded her cheeks, neck, and chest. His thumb was on her telltale pulse, reading her craving for him. Every pore on her body begged for his touch. She wanted to scream at him to take her, to claim her, and make her his the way she knew he could.

His hands drifted downward, following the curve of her sexy hourglass. Her core flooded with desire as his extra-large palms and fingers cupped her ass, pulling her even tighter against a length of steel that pressed against her, seeking her center, seeking release for both of them.

She needed to keep it together, not only for Dominic’s sake but also for her own. The touch of Tanner’s fingers burned into her ass, even through her shorts. One hand rose up her back, scoring her flesh with desire as it began to trail the neckline of her tank top. If she took one breath, one more breath, she swore she’d pounce on the man. She wanted to take him as much as she wanted him to take her.

“Tanner.” Her whisper was more insistent, more intense.

“Hmmm?” His murmur was sexy, heating her flesh with his hot breath.

“Kiss me. I need you to kiss me. Remind me what love is.” She’d wanted this reminder for so long. Her body craved it.

His voice was gravelly when he answered, “I’ll kiss you, but I can’t promise that I’ll stop there.”

“Don’t stop,” she moaned. “Never stop.”

T
anner didn’t need
to be asked twice. He wrapped an arm around her waist, the other hand around her wrist and tugged her until they were against the wall, his body pressed against her soft, curvy one.

Driving his tongue into her mouth, he held her prisoner. Her soft moans were fuel for his desire.

When he tugged on her tank top, the fabric tore, revealing a bra that barely held her creamy, rose-tipped mounds in. Her chest pumped for breath, making them rise and fall, tempting him over and over. His cock ached with a need for her.

He shoved the bra down, straps over her shoulders, impatient and tired of waiting. He lowered his head to suck one of her light pink nipples in. He latched on to it, sucking it in deeply, releasing it with a pop. His fingers reached for her other nipple, tweaked it and tugged it, then rolled it between his fingertips while it grew harder and harder.

He smelled the scent of what this playing was doing to her. The scent of her was making his cock pulse with the fiercest of needs to touch and taste the source of that amazing scent.

A
n overload
of sensations pulled Marti into a zone where nothing else existed except for Tanner, his hands, his mouth, his tongue, and the knowledge of his cock waiting for her. Only her.

His lips on her breast and his hand on her other breast were overwhelming, but they did nothing to satisfy the aching, pulsing need between her legs. When he bit down on her nipple, she almost had an orgasm. Her hand flew down to her shorts and pushed them off one-handed, alternating between hips until they were down low enough to shimmy them off. Tanner’s tongue and hand never missed a beat.

She dropped her hand between her legs, slipped a finger between her folds, and found that the wetness he’d created was already drenching her and running down her thighs.

He pulled his mouth away from her nipple and breathed in deeply. “I know what you’re doing.”

Her fingers didn’t stop even though he was watching her hand. He pulled on her nipples with both hands while he watched her touching herself.

“Fuck. You are so goddamned hot.”

The way he said it made her pussy muscles clench. Her fingers moved faster and faster in tight circles on her clit.

“I want to watch you fuck yourself,” he whispered in her ear. “Now.”

“Oh, god.” The words passed over her tongue, leaving her breathless and tormented with pleasure and the denial of pleasure. She wanted this man so bad. The way he turned her on and left her needing him made her want to do the dirtiest things to herself. “Now?” she whispered.

“Now.” His brushed his lips over her nipple, his beard teasing the puckered, sensitive flesh, lighting it further on fire as she imagined that beard between her legs as he licked the area she’d stripped of any hair.

She shoved a finger in and closed her eyes in pleasure. A gasp followed by an exhaled breath escaped her.

She moved her finger in and out.

“That’s it, Marti. Fuck yourself the way you want me to.” His breath was hot on her nipple, then she felt it traveling lower.

She held her breath, unable to release it while his tongue made a slow, slick trail over her stomach. She pushed her finger in, then pulled it out. In, out.

“Put another in,” he said.

She obeyed, enjoying the filling sensation. When his hot tongue separated her folds and brushed her clit, Marti jumped.

She couldn’t concentrate on moving her fingers as his tongue swiped at her clit, faster and faster, then sucked and licked. He pressed her legs further apart and she let the wall prop her up.

She didn’t even notice her fingers had come out and were on his head, holding him there, until his fingers slid into her, two, then a third, stretching her, driving deep, then curling upward while his tongue tormented her with its insistent swiping, flicking, and sucking.

Her legs began to shake. She felt them giving out and she began to sink. When he removed his fingers and slipped his tongue into her, pulling out her moisture, licking her and sucking her lips in then letting them out with a loud, smacking pop, she bit down on her lip to keep from screaming. His whole face, that beard scratching and tickling, rubbed on her folds.

Her fingers were unstoppable, digging into his hair, pulling at it, pushing him closer. His fingers quickened their pace, matched by her panting.

“Oh, god. Tanner! Oh. God.” The muscles in her channel clenched, contracted, and with one more spasm, she fell apart, against the wall, all over his face.

His groan pushed her further and another spasm began as she came undone again, wave after wave. She rode to a new place, one she’d never been before.

He stood, his lips slick with her juices, his beard glistening with her essence. Tanner kissed her lips, letting her savor what he’d given her, then he pulled her to the sofa and let her sit on the back of it.

He licked his lips, his eyes almost gold in color, his face intense.

“You’re mine.” He dropped his pants, losing them completely.

She almost gasped at the size of him. He was huge. She reached out, touching the hotness, the hardness. Holding him in her grip, she squeezed him gently, then increased the pressure.

He raised a hand to her breasts, pushing them close together, watching her while his tongue traveled from one nipple to the other, spanning the short distance quickly. Then he lowered his head, letting her breasts caress his cheeks, the beard scratching her tender flesh.

“You know what I’m going to do with these one day, don’t you?”

She held her breath, knowing but wanting to hear all the wonderful filthy ways he was going to share his love with her.

“I’m going to house my cock right there, and I’m going to fuck them while I watch that beautiful face of yours. What will you do if my cock comes close to your mouth while I’m doing that?”

Marti almost closed her eyes from the sheer pleasure of the thought of it. “I’m going to lick it.” She tugged on his cock while she said that. “I’m going to suck on it too.” She moved her hand forward and backward.

“Ah, fuck,” Tanner growled. Shoving her hand aside, he lined himself up in front of her entrance.

With one swift plunge, he drove into her, her pussy stretching to take him in, gripping him with her tightness.

He pulled back, and pressed deeper still. She gasped when he hit what felt like her spine. She arched her back forward, trying to get even more of him, finding pleasure in the pain of having a man so large inside her.

He leaned forward to kiss her, his tongue driving into her with the same rhythm that his hips drove him deeper and deeper. In, then out, over and over.

Her slickness took him in, and skin slapped on skin, their wetness making the slaps even louder. She closed her eyes and relished every thrust, ever plunge, every drive.

When he stopped suddenly, her eyes flew open. The golden amber glow was intense. She was looking right into his bear’s heart.

“Thank you for not giving up on me,” she told his bear.

With a roar in her ear, Tanner drove deeper, pulling her close, driving his mouth into her neck, baring his teeth.

She felt the sensation of his teeth breaking skin for a brief moment before the euphoria of their couple bonding overtook her. She bit into the heel of her palm to keep from screaming his name as a climax ripped through her body. She contracted around him, milking him, pulling his own orgasm from him as he filled her with his hot, spurting lust.

She was still rocking, her channel spasming as he pulled her close to him and held her, his face buried in her hair.

“You’re mine now,” Tanner said.

“I know.”

“You pushed the bear a little bit further than I could control him.”

“I love him. He’s the father that Dominic needs and the part of you that makes us complete.”