Chapter 9 #2
Glancing around the store, she takes in our decor and pretends not to notice their abrupt departure.
We’ve tried honoring our animals while attracting hunters to our store, if for no other reason than to learn what they are hunting, where, and with what kind of equipment.
Occasionally we’ll sell them undetectable blanks, or otherwise defective ammunition that protects the animals from the best shots.
And sometimes, we’ll steer them toward an area where we know the herds need to be thinned while alerting all local shifters of which woods to avoid.
Opening this store was the best way to insert ourselves into a hundred-mile radius of dense woods and mountain terrain without creating a lot of animosity with the hunters.
“Zombies and clowns?” She points to the mounted heads we display around the store, opting for humor over stuffed animal heads.
“Aliens too.” I grin, keeping my distance. “Walk around and take a look. Can I get you something to drink?”
“I’ll take whatever. Water, soda, coffee.
” She heads down the center aisle and I lock the front door and slip into the back, locking that door too.
The last thing I want is someone to wander in uninvited.
When I walk back into the store, Kylian is pulling her sweater off to reveal a camisole top made of silky green material.
It clings to her damp skin, her nipples poking through and leading me to believe she’s not wearing a bra.
What is she doing to me?
“Feverish again?” I grab a cold bottle of water and take a few steps toward her, stopping at the opposite end of the aisle she’s disrobing in.
“Yes.” She stares at me, her eyes trailing over my body with an untapped need that goes straight to my dick and causes my bear to go wild. “Erick?”
I lick my lips. “Yes, babygirl?”
“Are you my mate?”
Sweet Fates, not only is she beautiful, but she’s smart. It doesn’t matter how sheltered her brothers kept her, she’s picked up on things I didn’t say during our conversations. There’s no reason for me to sugarcoat it. “Yes.”
“Everything going on with my body when I’m close to you is because my bear is trying to meet the mating call?”
Smiling, I nod. “Yes, babygirl.”
“And, instead of seducing me with your pheromones last night, you left Fortune Falls so we could get to know each other over the phone?”
“Right again.”
She splays one hand over her collarbone, slowly sliding her fingers up her neck into her hair before sliding her other hand over her breast. “Are you planning to seduce me tonight?”
I groan. “I think you’re seducing me right now.”
“Is it working?”
“I was under your spell the moment I saw you.”
Kylian drops her hands and runs full speed at me, jumping into my arms and wrapping her legs around my waist. I stumble back and catch her, my fingers digging into her ass as the water bottle flings to parts unknown right before I fall back with her on top of me.
Her mouth is on mine, lips parting as I slip my tongue inside her greedy depths.
Her need and desperation are exactly what I’ve heard two fated shifters finding each other is like—animalistic, primal, and consuming.
She writhes on top of me—her legs spread wide, hips tilting forward as she tries to grind her pussy against my cock.
But we’re not lined up and every time I shift her hips, she moves and throws our bodies out of alignment.
It’s like we’re dancing to different beats—I’m moving to smooth R I slide my hands underneath her arms, pulling her off my chest so I can look into her eyes. “Kylian, what’s going on?”
“Please, Erick.” She continues to clutch at my chest, her eyes squeezed shut as if in pain. “Help me.”
Her tormented words break something in me.
I roll and pin her underneath me. Using my knees, I shove her thighs apart, spreading her wide and rocking my cock against her soft warm center.
That friction alone calms some of her flailing.
At the same time I snatch her wrists and stretch her arms over her head, holding them down with one hand while I wrap my fingers around her throat and growl against her lips, “Open your eyes, babygirl. Look at me.”
She does, and there’s a faint amber glow under watery unshed tears staring back at me.
“Please,” she whimpers again.
“I am going to give you what you need, Kylian.”
I just hope to Fate it’s what you want.
My mind works quickly while I battle my animalistic need to do what Sly suggested—hold her down and fuck the bear right out of her.
No matter how badly I want to do just that, or how I think it would help her bear through this transition, I don’t know what her experience is.
But something tells me it’s close to zero and I can’t let that be her first time.
A compromise it is.
I pull back, intent on standing up but she grips my shirt and shakes her head. “Where are you going?”
Smirking, I pull her up with me, wrapping my arms around her strong body. How she ever thought she was a frail human is beyond me. She’s tall and muscular, with the perfect amount of curve for a man like me to sink his teeth into.
She instantly climbs my body, her arms around my neck, legs wrapped around my waist.
I growl my approval. “I hope you’re always this desperate for me, babygirl.”
Snatching a bundle of Paracord from the shelf, I rip the wrapper with my teeth while carrying her to the far wall. “Stand here with your back against the beam.”
“What are we doing?” She clings tighter to me, her pupils blown and eyes wild.
I stroke the back of my hand down her cheek and place a gentle kiss against her lips. “I’m going to give you what you need but you need to trust me to take care of you.”
“I do trust you.”
“Then do what Daddy says. Feet on the floor, back against the wall, and give me your hands.”
Her body trembles but she does what I ask. I make quick work of unwrapping the Paracord and tying her wrists together. It’s not pretty, but it’ll work.
Stretching her arms above her head, I snatch the alien trophy head off the wall and force her on her tiptoes to hook the cord onto the heavy steel nail embedded in the wood. When she’s secure, I take a step back and look her in the eyes. “Are you a virgin, Kylian?”
She glances away. If she’s blushing, I can’t tell because her skin is flush and overheated. “Yes.”
My bear roars his pleasure.
“Have you ever come before? Has someone made you orgasm?” The words are bitter on my tongue, the idea of somebody else touching what is mine infuriating both me and my bear.
“I tried, but it didn't work. My body doesn’t work.”
“It does, babygirl. For me, it will.” I drop to my knees, unlacing her boots and pulling them off one by one. Slowly, I move up her legs, using my fingers to massage her thick muscles while dragging my mouth along her inner thigh.
She pants, her breathing too fast and erratic to be safe. “Wha—”
Claiming her lips, I plunged my tongue inside her mouth to stop her words and fist a handful of her hair.
She gasps and then melts into me, letting me control the kiss and explore her sweet taste the way I want to.
I lick down her neck, scraping my teeth against her sweat-slicked skin, her salty taste coating my tongue as I growl against her throat.
“No more questions. Right now you are mine to do with as I please and nothing will please me more than to make you come.”
My eyes find hers bright, wild and glowing a golden amber hue. Her bear is at the forefront, desperate to come out, watching my bear who desperately wants to play with his mate.
Talk to her. I urge him.
MATE! He surges forward.
Kylian cries out in pain and squeezes her eyes shut.
Nicely, fuck face! Talk to your mate nicely.
“Open your eyes, babygirl.”
She does and although I don’t know if this is working, my bear sits down, lowers his head, and waves his paw gently in her direction.
Mate.
Tears stream down Kylian’s face. “Please, Erick. Help me.”
I pull back, strip out of my vest and flannel, and pull my T-shirt over my head.
I use the cotton blend to wipe her tear-streaked cheeks and then wrap my shirt around her eyes, cutting off one of her senses.
I don’t know why but something tells me I need to disconnect her brain, which starts with cutting off her sight and limiting her movements.
She sucks in her breath, her body still besides the slight tremble of her muscles.
I keep my hands on her, sliding over her curves, cupping her breasts, tweaking her nipples until she relaxes in my palms. Replacing my fingers with my mouth, I tease her nipples with my teeth while fingering the waistband of her leggings, pushing them slowly off her hips to her knees.
The scent of her arousal hits me square in the gut, my cock hardening to a new painful level while my mouth salivates with a need to drink every drop I can coax from my babygirl.
My mate.
Mine.
Dropping back down to one knee, I pull off her leggings, leaving her bare from the waist down. She’s a fucking glorious sight, the inside of her thighs glistening for me.
Only me.
My tongue laps at the sticky nectar coating her thighs as I inhale her scent that was made for me.
I grip her right leg and place it on my shoulder, spreading her pussy open and leaving her standing on her left foot, braced on her tiptoes.
One swipe of my tongue against her hot pussy and my cock jerks against my zipper.
I fumble with my belt, allowing my cock to spring free and give me some much needed, if only temporary, relief.
Kylian whimpers and bucks her hips forward, demanding what I’m desperate to give her.
“Fucking Fates, babygirl. You taste like wildflower-infused honey,” I murmur before plunging my tongue deep inside her cunt.