Chapter Twenty-Six
Cassian
“I need to claim you.”
Now, those words should not have been as hot as they evidently were. My dick was instantly hard and eager for whatever fun that fire in Jeremy’s eyes promised.
Please let there be biting, pretty please.
“Then take me,” I breathed.
Those seemed to be the magic words. Jeremy slammed his mouth to mine, his lips urging, forcing me to open up to him. The kiss was feral, the intensity of it enough to awaken the prey instinct in me, alerting me I was about to be absolutely devoured.
I couldn’t fucking wait.
He broke the kiss and I whimpered from the loss.
My body shivering with need and hunger for him.
He seemed just as affected, ripping—actually ripping—my clothes off!
He was growling while he did, like he was somehow proud of every inch of skin that was revealed.
It was as if I was a present for him to tear open.
“Yes,” I panted. “Tear me right open.”
Jeremy ignored my words, too busy licking my exposed skin and making those growling sounds, like he was just as much animal as he was a man. It was such a turn on, somehow knowing I was affecting him so much he didn’t seem in control of his wolf instincts.
“Mine,” he snarled, like there were others here he needed to convince.
“All yours,” I agreed, hearing him almost purr from the confirmation. Maybe it was me he needed to convince? If only he knew just how gone for him I was.
His cock was poking my belly, showing me just how much he needed me.
I couldn’t just let it be. It clearly needed some attention.
Sliding my hand down his ripped stomach, I grabbed his length and stroked him, making him groan with relief and pleasure.
His licks became nibbles on my skin, enough of a rush of danger from his strangely sharp teeth, that I leaked in what was left of my boxers.
“Please…” I begged, no longer holding it together. My legs shook, my body needing him like nobody's business. “Please, Jeremy. Make me yours forever.”
“Get naked,” he growled, then all but ran from the room, leaving me panting against the wall, my legs doing their best to keep me leaning without falling on my ass.
I’d just managed to remove the last of my tattered clothes when Jeremy came rushing back, a bottle of lube in hand and a smoldering glare that heated me up inside.
Now, neither of us had done the anal stuff before. Even if I’d only ever topped before, I knew, without a doubt, I was all for being a forever bottom. It was instinctual. I knew this was what I would prefer with my mate. I’d let him fucking devour me as he fucked into me over and over.
Yes, please and thank you.
Turning around, I bent, my arms firmly on the wall as I presented my ass to him. I shook it a little to show I did have a jiggly butt. In fact, I was rather proud of said jiggle.
A growl of appreciation escaped him. I somehow knew how to decipher his growls now, it seemed.
“So, fucking sexy,” he whispered, his tone raspy, like he wanted to growl the words but forced himself to say them instead.
I internally beamed at the praise. I’d been called cute sure, but sexy? I found I rather liked being sexy.
A warm calloused hand cupped my hip. Then in a caressing move, it found my right ass cheek, palming it. He continued making small growling sounds of desire and appreciation, making my entire body sing.
The snap of the lube bottle had me holding my breath. The anticipation was enough to kill me, it appeared. Then two slicked fingers prodded around my entrance. One of them teasing, the other penetrating me.
“Oh,” I moaned, reveling in how right it felt. How perfect. And that was just one of his fingers.
He stepped closer, caging me further against the wall. His length hot and hard against my back once more, like a physical reminder of what was to come. Of what I was promised.
“God, Jeremy,” I breathed. “Need you.”
“Soon, my mate,” he rasped, then added the second finger, both of them teasing places I’d never been touched before. Making me more impatient for what his cock could do to me. Would do to me, I reminded myself.
My mind was too far gone to function. All I could do was hold myself upright, depending on the wall and my shaking legs as I let myself be brought to places I’d never been before.
Jeremy had taken over every part of my body, owning me in ways I’d only dared dream of before.
Now, I was his, and he hadn’t even bitten me yet.
Panting, I felt a third finger enter me, while he thrust his hips against me. His hard length, brushing against my skin, was leaving a wet trail of his desire on me.
Marking me.
A sound of slicked up skin penetrated my lust addled brain, and then, “ready for me?”
I nodded, way too eagerly, but damn I wanted him.
His hard cock pushed inside me, carefully at first, his nails biting into my hips as if he had to somehow hold himself back from fucking into me hard.
It was everything and more.
His warm body, slicked with sweat consumed me. His scent, the mix of pine needles and happiness, had a salty musk to it, also known as my favorite scent in the world now.
“Fuck me,” I begged. “Claim me. Make me yours.”
Jeremy’s brain seemed to shut off then, his primal instincts taking over.
“Cass,” he growled, thrusting into me with a brutal pace, my nerves firing up with immense pleasure, loving every fucking moment.
“Cass,” he panted, like he needed to know I was there.
“Jeremy,” I breathed, assuring him I was fine.
Hell, I was more than fine. I was in Cock-Fucking-Heaven.
Suddenly, I was removed from the wall, forced fully against Jeremy’s chest, then moved to the couch while still having his length fully inside me.
He laid me on my back on the couch, forcing us apart. Soon he was looming over me, forcing my legs back and then he pushed inside me again. It was much better like this, his eyes actually glowed as he gritted his teeth, never leaving mine.
He was beautiful like this. Totally lost to passion and need.
And I got to keep him forever.
“Jer,” I begged, turning my head a little, showing off my neck.
Something red flashed through his still glowing eyes, his stare now on my neck. He swiped his tongue along his lengthening canines, then rushed forward and bit into my skin, the pain was brutal, but somehow a good kind of pain, a satisfying one.
Screaming his name, I came, my dick spurting my cum between our bodies as I felt my emotions change. Something was happening, and it was something good. Life altering.
I was now his.
He roared against my neck, his teeth slowly moving out of my skin. His release filled me up inside, a warm sensation that soon seemed to seep out, his mark on me clear.
Then, to my utter surprise, he seemed to relax a bit, groaning loudly and then, his freaking dick somehow got even bigger?!
“Oh, fuck,” I whimpered, then it turned into a moan as pleasure so good it should be illegal, ran through me, my body so sensitive it was a mix of pleasure and pain. Fuck, I was apparently a pain slut, because I loved every second.
“You took my knot so perfectly,” he purred.
Then a purring vibration seemed to take over his entire body as he lapped at my mark, humming with satisfaction.
I felt boneless under his weight. My body was wrung out and sated like never before.
Best of all, I could feel Jeremy, too, his happiness, his contentment.
It was all I needed to drift off, feeling safer and happier than ever.
“Stop that,” Nic ordered firmly, his tone serious but also a tad exasperated.
My brain was slowly waking up, as was the soreness of my entire body. Oh, the memories came flooding back, making my eyes snap open.
Jeremy was growling beside me, glaring at Nic who stood confidently and stared my mate down. I was smooshed against the couch and Jeremy, a blanket thankfully covering our naked bodies from Nic’s gaze.
Nic rolled his eyes. “He’s fine, relax.”
Clearing my throat, I asked. “Um, what is happening?”
Nic sent a warm smile my way. “Jeremy sent off strong ‘stay the fuck away from me’ vibes while he was shifted, so I knew he was about to claim you. I came over to make sure you would be fine after said claiming, but Jeremy is still too riled up from the mating to let me any closer.”
“Jeremy,” I admonished. “He’s just trying to help.”
Jeremy’s eyes met mine and I felt and saw sadness in them, also…guilt?
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“For what?” I somehow knew it wasn’t about him growling at Nic.
“For claiming you like that. Hell, Cass, you’re hurt and there I was, claiming you like an animal.”
Before I could protest, Nic piped in from the doorway. “Actually, your wolf wouldn’t have claimed him if he wasn’t ready for it. It seems your wolf knew the exact moment Cass was well enough to be mated to you.”
I slapped Jeremy’s chest. “I told you muffins heal the soul!”