The Guardian (11 page)

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Michael’s hands rubbed over her ass cooling where he
had spanked her until it was glowing. She writhed on his lap, and made groans
of pain and pleasure. Goddess, she was a beautiful submissive. She had a bit of
a naughty brat in her as well, which he would enjoy for the fun of punishment.
He could tell she had thought about disobeying him, and he was almost
disappointed when she decided to obey him. Other
Doms
in his clan would punish with hard spankings and whips if their women
disobeyed. Some demanded complete obedience, but Michael had always enjoyed a
bit of playful naughtiness. He loved the types of punishments where a lady
begged for more while she screamed. It made the punishment
all
the
sweeter if the lady begged for it. He could see Cassie begging him
for his cock to end her torment. He could have her entire body burning for
release, while the head of his cock teased her entrance. Someday he would, but
not today. She had been a good girl, and he would reward her.

His hand slipped between her legs to her scorching
pussy. She was soaking wet, and on edge. His pushed his index and middle finger
into her channel and easily found her G spot. He stroked in and out slowly
while his thumb rubbed her clit. He knew he had the perfect combination when
she arched her back and cried out. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head up.
“Don’t come yet,” he whispered in her ear.

She looked at him with desperation in her eyes.
“Please,” she gasped.

He could see her release was close, and it would be
hard for her to fight it.
 
He would enjoy
the many ways he could keep her teetering on the brink of coming for hours,
before finally allowing her to sink into release.

“Come now,” Michael commanded her as he stroked her G-spot
and clit at the same time. He felt her pussy seize around him, clamping down
around his fingers as her pussy convulsed. She cried out his name as she came.

Michael closed his eyes as she cried his name.
My mate.
Mine.
He never thought he would love
anyone as much as he loved her. It didn’t make sense that he would feel this
strongly for her already.
Ilithyia’s
bond she formed
between them was solid now. Nothing could separate her from him. If she ever
tried to leave he could track her as easily as if she left a trail of bread
crumbs for him to follow. He would make sure she never wanted to leave him or
his bed, ever. She was his.

****

Cassie sagged
bonelessly
across Michael’s lap. Her ass was on fire from the spanking, and her body was
satisfied. “I can’t believe I liked that,” she murmured sleepily.

“That is just a taste of what I can do to you. There
are many ways I can make you scream in pleasure.”
 
Michael’s voice glided over her like silk.
Instantly her body was heating up again. She had no idea how he could affect her
like this.

“I love you,” she blurted, then had the urge to slap
her hand over her mouth. Men did not like that word much.

Michael’s hands caressed her for a moment before he
flipped her back onto the bed. His large, muscular body covered hers. His green
eyes looked into hers. “I love you, too. I love you like I have never loved
anyone before.”

Cassie reached up to caress his face. “How is this
possible? I feel like I have loved you forever.”

Michael kissed her lips tenderly. “It is
Ilithyia’s
bond. She would not form a bond with two
shifters who would feel nothing for each other.”
 
His hand moved down to her mound and caressed
her sensitive skin. “We are a gift to each other from her. She wants those she
loves to be happy.”

Cassie
was
happy. She still felt sad over Marcy’s death, but she was happy with Michael.
If it had not been for him she would have gone home, walled
herself
off from the world and grieved her friend’s loss alone.

Michael pushed the head of his cock into her pussy.
She was so wet from their play earlier that he slid in easily, in one thrust.
Cassie gasped at the pleasurable, full sensation. His cock stroked over her
internal hot spot, while his finger stroked her clit. She didn’t think she
could come again, but she was quickly coiling for another explosion.

“Michael,” she cried.

He pulled her legs up over his shoulders and pounded
into her. His face took on an intense expression of hunger as he rode her hard.
His hands wrapped around the underside of her knees and spread her legs out
wide. He groaned with every thrust, while she held onto the sheets. He had not
even told her not to move, but the ecstasy was overwhelming. She cried out
unintelligible words urging him on harder and faster.
 
He leaned over and kissed her mouth hard. The
changing angle of his cock thrusting into her changed her cries to screams of
bliss. Tears ran down her temples as his large body slammed into hers. She
couldn’t take any more. If she did not find release soon she was sure her body
would ignite. Every muscle clenched as blinding white pleasure engulfed her. In
the background she heard the roar of a mountain lion, and her pussy was filled
with liquid heat. Michael thrust into her a few more times while her pussy
milked every bit of cum from his cock. Michael lay down next to her, pulling
her into his arms. Their hands stroked over one another as their bodies calmed.
They needed no words to express their love for one another. They could feel it
through their bond.

Cassie felt herself growing drowsy now that the
adrenaline was wearing off. She felt loved and at peace as he caressed her
skin. Michael pulled a blanket over her and wrapped his body around hers.

“Sleep now,” he commanded.

Cassie could not disobey him. Her body was pulled down
into sleep at his command. She tried to keep her eyes open so she could watch
him and take in every masculine feature, but her eyes closed against her will
and all went dark.

Chapter
Ten

Cassie pulled her clothes on at the same tree where
they had started their adventure. She felt different now from when she had put
them in here for safe keeping.
I am in
love now
.
Not just “hero worship I
really like this guy”, but deeply in love now.
She looked up at Michael and
saw the same love shining back at her.

Her stomach picked then to rumble loudly. Her cheeks
grew hot from the embarrassment.

Michael put his arm around her and pulled her to him.
“I worked up a ravenous appetite in both of us.”

“For more than just food, too,” she added,
then
felt her cheeks redden further at her audacious reply.

Michael laughed easily and gave her a hungry look.
“Hurry up and dress before I decide I am too hungry to make it back to town and
eat you here, little wolf.”

Cassie thought about offering herself to him, but then
her stomach rumbled again, making the decision for her. She was so hungry she
was starting to shake. No
more wild
shifter sex for
the moment. She needed to eat.

They dressed and got back into his car. She shivered
as he started it. The throttle rumbled in a way that made her think it was
possible to get hot over a car. “I will let you drive next time,” Michael said
as he pulled the shifter into reverse.

“Really?” she asked, surprised.

Michael nodded.
“Unless you don’t
want to.”

“Oh I want to.”
 
She had always loved cars, especially the muscle cars from the sixties
and seventies. One day she hoped Michael would lay her out across the hood of
this beauty and make hot, wild love to her.

Michael slowed down as he approached the gravel road
leading to his house. She loved the mountainous scenery. She couldn’t wait to
tell Marcy. She froze with a cold, empty feeling. Marcy was gone. She swallowed
the lump in her throat. Grief wanted to erupt out of her.
Poor Marcy, she never had a family or even many friends. I was her only
real friend. She had such a lonely life, and it ended in the clutches of a
monster.

Hands gripped her face gently. “Cassie?” Michael asked
worriedly. “What is wrong?”

Cassie let out a cry.
“Oh Michael.”
She let out her first sob of mourning. “I almost forgot she was gone.”

Michael was out of the car in and instant and came
around to her side, and pulled her out. He cradled her while she cried out her
grief. “I am so sorry, love. So, so sorry,” he murmured while he stroked her
body lovingly as she cried out her sadness and loss.

After a time, her cries diminished, and she was able
to compose herself. “I’m sorry.” She sniffled.

“Sorry for what, Cassie?
For
grieving over your friend?
 
I
would not have been able to bond with you if you were the type of person that
would feel nothing at a friend’s death.”

“You’re right. I had just thought about how I am here
enjoying myself and she is gone. I had a second where I thought I couldn’t wait
to tell her about you, but then it hit me all at once.”

“I can’t take this away from you, but I can tell you
that if she was that good of a friend, then she wouldn’t want you to not enjoy
yourself because her end came. She has moved on to a better place. She would
want you happy. She was a good friend, right, never anything that worried or
frightened you?”

She gave him a confused look.
“No,
never.
Marcy was the sweetest person I ever met.”

Michael nodded and looked grim. “That is what I
thought.
 
Like I said
,
she would want you to be happy, not upset that you found a bit of joy in such a
sad time.”

Cassie looked up at him. “Where do you believe you go
when you die?”

Michael looked at her for a moment. “Our souls go to
join our Goddess
Ilithyia
. Sometimes she rewards us
with staying in paradise with her, but sometimes she sends a soul back here.”

Cassie smiled. “So you believe in both a heaven and
reincarnation?”

“Yes,” Michael agreed. “Your friend Marcy I am sure is
happy now, and at peace. Whether your God has sent her back to live another
life, or accepted her into paradise.” He kissed her temple. “While you will
miss her greatly, you also need to remember she would want you happy.” He
looked at her for a moment. “Do you know what religion Marcy followed?”

“She was Catholic.” Cassie thought for a moment to
make sure she remembered correctly. “Yeah, she once told me she was a
misbehaving Catholic, and she would spend days in confession if she ever went.”
She smiled at the memory. They had just spent the night club-hopping in Denver,
and Marcy had flirted outrageously with several men at the clubs. Marcy had
been happy and full of life, and Cassie would do her best to celebrate Marcy’s.
That was what she would have wanted.

Cassie stood up feeling a bit better. Maybe she was
not the world’s worst friend for enjoying herself. Michael stood up himself and
took her hand. When they approached the door a woman walked towards them. She
had blonde hair from a bottle, perfectly manicured nails, and her make-up
looked professionally applied. She wore skintight jeans, and a tank top that
only went down just far enough to hide her perfectly shaped breasts. Her clothes
left nothing to the imagination. She was in great shape without being overly
muscular. Cassie felt like she was an ugly slob wearing rags compared to her.

“Michael!” Even the woman’s voice was beautiful. She
smiled at him as if they were very, very close.

“Kathy,” Michael replied, sounding polite. “What
brings you out here today?”

Kathy looked at Cassie. Her eyes took in her hair,
face, body, and at last her clothes before dismissing without acknowledging
her. “Since when do I have to have a reason to come and see you? I thought you
really enjoyed all of our frolicking between the sheets.”

Cassie felt the blood drain from her face. She and
Michael were having sex? He mated with her while he was having sex with another
woman? Her heart beat fast and hard in her chest. Of course he would bed a
woman like her. She was beautiful in every way. Why would someone like Michael
that was equally perfect in body and appearance choose a frumpy girl like her?

Michael walked forward and took Kathy by the arm.
Kathy wrapped her arm warmly around him as they strolled towards the side of
the house. When Michael started speaking to her she gazed into his eyes as if
he was the love of her life. Kathy kept playing with his hair and stroking his
chest.

Cassie felt her heart tearing apart. She did not come
here to compete with gorgeous women. If Michael wanted her in his bed, he could
have her. She took out her new cell phone and looked up rental car places.
Shifters may not have any qualms about sharing each other, or having sex with
whoever they pleased, but she did. She would not stand around and watch the man
she loved screw other women.

“Cassie,” Michael called. She turned to see him
standing near her with Kathy stomping off towards her car. Cassie could see
Kathy was refusing to glance back at her, as she opened the car door of her
silver BMW 325 I.
 
Even her car screams sexy,
Cassie thought miserably.
And she has to have money to drive that BMW.

Cassie turned towards him feeling like she had just
given her heart away to a toad. “What?” she asked.

Michael looked confused at her anger. “Come into the
house. Lana is making dinner.”

“No thanks, I think it is time I went home.”

Michael gave her a stern look. “You are home, Cassie.
You live here, with me.”

“What about her?” Cassie waved her hand at the silver
car that spat gravel as it went down the gravel road.

“Kathy? What about her?”

 
“Don’t you want
to do something with her?” Cassie kept telling herself she was not going to cry
in front of him. She would find a rental place that would pick her up.

“No.” He walked towards her with his hand extended. “Come
into the house. You will only grow more upset the weaker and hungrier you
become. You need to stay very well fed.”

“You slept with her,” Cassie said, crossing her arms
angrily.

Michael nodded. “I’ve slept with most of the women in
this town. I am a powerful shifter blessed by our Goddess. Women hoped I would
plant my seed in their wombs.”

Cassie shook her head no and crossed her arms over her
chest. “Screw you. I am not going with you.”

“Now Cassie,” Michael said even more firmly.

Cassie ignored him and picked up her phone to dial the
rental place in the next town over. She hoped they would pick her up. She
doubted any shifter would give her a ride since she was rejecting their orgy
way of life.

“Have it your way then,” he growled.
 
Cassie looked expecting to see him storming
back into his house. Instead she gasped. He was storming over to her with a
thunderous look on his face. Her eyes widened, and she took off running. “Stop
right now,” Michael roared at her.

 
“Fuck you,” she
yelled back.

“I am going to spank your ass until you beg me to stop,
but I will only spank you some more. Now stop,” Michael yelled as he walked
quickly behind her.

Cassie remembered the last spanking and felt her pussy
grow wet. If that was a punishment she would run faster. As it was, it was
clear Michael was playing with her. He wasn’t even running, but he did look
kind of mean though. She thought when he was trying to look mean he was even
sexier. She giggled and ran a little faster.

“I’m leaving you, Michael. Go get your romp from Miss
Perfect.”

“That’s it,” Michael yelled.

Cassie glanced behind her, and her eyes widened. He
wasn’t playing anymore. He was closing in on her fast. She ran faster and felt
a rush of adrenaline that was not out of fear. Michael was going to catch her
then punish her for not obeying him.

Michael caught her within moments and threw her over
his shoulder. “You are going to regret making me chase you, little wolf.”

Cassie screamed and beat her hands on his backside. “Put
me down, now.”

Michael slapped his hand on her ass several times. It
stung even through the thick fabric of the denim jeans she wore. “Stop yelling.
I am not putting you down until I have you tied to my bed. I can’t have you
running away from your punishment as well.”

Excitement rose in Cassie. He was really going to do
it. Her stomach grumbled that she was getting sex and not food. She ignored her
stomach.