Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Annahi
Fear threatened to consume me with thoughts of the possible scenarios regarding my mom. The woman is a terror and terrifies me in every way. I don’t want to think about what she could be saying to Justice and all the reasons she wanted what she wanted.
I didn’t like thinking about how she’d take blood from me.
It was something I always hated. When I refused to give it, she’d use her powers to get her way.
Or worse, when she felt like being even more horrible than she already was, she’d bring in others like her to hold me down to get the vials of blood.
It was never one vial or even two. It was several of them, and it always hurt how she extricated it from me.
I didn’t want Justice out there or anywhere near her.
What if she cast one of her spells on him?
What if she hurt him?
I knew she wasn’t one for shifters. She despised them. Thought them to unnatural wastes to walk this earth. They suited only one purpose, and that’s to do witches’ bidding.
I didn’t agree with her. Not in the slightest. I thought shifters were an amazing gift to have. To be able to run as the animal the Goddess of the Moon granted them.
Not knowing what else to do, I pace the length of Justice’s room. It’s the first time I’ve really been alone without him since I woke up here. That is, unless I was asleep. I’d feel him leave the room and come back later smelling of the woods, and I knew he’d gone running.
Karsyn came by just after I stepped into the room.
I couldn’t take her thoughts, though. It was painful.
Mostly because I hadn’t been having to hear thoughts more than muffled-ness while alone with Justice, and when he was with me out of this room, he was always touching me. So, it was too much for me.
Right now, all I wanted was for Justice to return so I knew my mom didn’t do anything to him.
It should be a silly thought that any regular girl would have where the man she’s with is meeting her parent. For me, it’s definitely not. I’m not a regular girl, and my mom is surely not the sweet, protective parent she should be when it comes to her child.
I turn to pace away from the door when it opens. I spin on my heel to find Justice prowling into the room.
I didn’t think as I rushed toward him and threw myself into his arms.
“Are you okay? Did she hurt you? What happened? You shouldn’t have gone near her,” I babble, not caring or thinking rationally about what I’m saying.
Justice’s arms go around me, both cupping my bottom and lifting. Without thought, I wrap my legs around his waist as he walks the rest of the way into the room. He uses his foot to kick his door shut.
“Justice?” I murmur, meeting his gaze head-on. Our faces are just inches apart when I lift my head from the crook of his neck.
“That bitch ain’t gettin’ anywhere near you again.”
A shiver rushes down my spine at the gruffness of Justice’s tone.
“Justice,” I whisper his name, this time much quieter than the first.
“She comes here again, I’ll kill her,” he announces, and my heart starts beating that much harder than it already was. “You’re not away from me outside this clubhouse, even for a minute, until I can make sure you won’t ever see that witch again.”
“Did she do something? Say something?” I ask as he carries me and lowers me to the bed, his body coming over me.
“Doesn’t matter what she said,” he mutters, dipping his head until his lips are brushing against mine, “We’re done talking about her now.”
“Okay.” I breathe.
With my answer, Justice kisses me. It becomes all about mouth and tongue. Him thrusting his inside my mouth. Me meeting his. Our mouths are fusing together.
My body reacts, and I feel tingling between my legs, right where I felt I wanted him most.
Moaning into the kiss, I rock my hips against him, earning a growl of approval in return. I want him . . . need him like he was the way to my next breath.
Justice rips his lips from mine, his breathing heavy, eyes boring into mine. “I’m claiming you, Peanut. You’re mine.”
“Yours.” I breathe, agreeing with him, my body aching for him as it’s never ached before. “I want you.”
“You’ve got me.” His eyes darkened, the gold rings in them brightening. “I’m gonna fuck you, claim you, mark you, Annahi.”
A shiver courses through me with warmth, and between my legs, the ache for him grows.
Justice’s lips come back to mine, which causes things to ignite more than they already were. Where it felt like simple fire burning, now it’s like it’s raging within every pore of my body.
I sink my fingers in his hair, holding on to him, not wanting him to tear his mouth from mine. The way he shifts between my thighs, the bulge behind his zipper presses where I crave to have him.
A whimper escapes me as he shifts from my mouth to work along my jawline, down my neck. He nips and licks, sucks and swipes, using his teeth and tongue in the crook where my neck meets my shoulder.
My body arches, and my mind is filled with erotic thoughts of what I want him to do to me. Things I’d read in books I’d thought were hot.
Justice shifts to brace himself on one forearm while stroking his other hand up and under my shirt until he’s cupping one of my breasts over my bra.
“Justice,” I call his name, hearing the neediness in my own voice.
“I’ve got you, baby. I’m gonna make sure you feel good before I slide inside you,” he murmurs, lifting his gaze enough to meet my own.
“Can we maybe move things along a bit?” My eyes widen with my blurted question.
Justice grins, nodding a bit. “Yeah, we can move things along.” His fingers seem to elongate on my breasts, and I feel his nails sharpen. “I know just how to speed things up.”
Immediately, I find my bra sliced open and my shirt shredded, exposing my chest. A gasp leaves my lips as cool air hits my ever-growing warm body.
Looking into Justice’s gaze, my heart skips a beat as he drops his gaze down to look at the skin he’s now exposed.
“Beautiful, Annahi, fuckin’ beautiful.” The way he says these four words seemed to cause the very air to electrify. It definitely sparked something more inside me.
I open my mouth to speak, but no words make it out. Not when he lowers himself downward and his mouth wraps around one of my nipples. My breath stills in my chest, and wetness slicks my panties.
The way he toys one nipple with his mouth, using his tongue and teeth to tease, is matched when he shifts to pinch and tug at the other with his free hand.
“Oh God, Justice,” I moan breathily. It feels amazing.
Moisture slicks between my thighs, drenching my panties. To make it better, he grinds himself against me there.
Oh. Oh. Oh. I wanted so much more than what he’s giving me. I need it all.
A brazen feeling overcomes me, and I wrap my legs around Justice’s hips to start rocking harder against him. The need to find relief is nearly too much for me to bear. Plus, I loved the feel of him, though I’m pretty sure I’d like the feeling more without the layers of clothing between us.
Justice groans against my skin, his teeth grazing my nipple as his hips respond to my movement. His hands slide down to grip my thighs, encouraging my bold behavior.
“You’re so eager,” he murmurs against my breast, his voice a delicious rumble that vibrates through me, causing even more moisture to soak through my panties, dampening my jeans.
“So responsive.” He lifts his head, and those gold circles around the darkness of his gaze glow bright with his need.
The sight of him like this, the way he’s looking at me like he could eat me up, makes my heart stutter in my chest. “Tell me what you want, Peanut. Tell me how you want me.”
“I want you,” I breathe, my tone trembling with my need for him, so much so, I barely recognize the sound of my own voice. “I want to feel you against me. Without . . . without these clothes between us. I want to feel you inside me.”
Justice’s eyes flash dangerously as I tell him what I want, the gold in his eyes brightens even more, and I have a feeling that it has to be his coyote showing himself.
A low, possessive growl of primal hunger rumbles from his chest as he captures my mouth again, kissing me with such intensity that my toes curl.
Breaking his lips away, leaving me breathless, Justice removes the tatters of my shirt and lowers his hands down to undo the button of my jeans, lowering the zipper to yank them down, taking my panties with them.
The moment he has me free of all clothes, Justice seems to feast his eyes on my body.
A part of me wants to cover myself. I’ve never been naked in front of anyone.
I fight this urge. Especially when Justice jumps off the bed, removes his shirt, jeans, and boots, all in under a minute.
His beautiful eyes stay on me throughout the whole removal of clothes.
When Justice rejoins me on the bed, he situates himself on his stomach, face between my thighs, my legs resting on his shoulders. He takes a breath, inhaling my scent, and groans.
“Fuck, Peanut, the scent of your pussy . . . nothing’s ever smelled so good to me. I’m gonna enjoy feasting on you. You’re gonna lie here and let me.”
I can only nod, unable to form coherent words as heat floods my cheeks and spreads down my neck. I know he knows this is a first for me. The other day, he said he’d take his time with me, and I trust that he won’t hurt me in any way.
When his tongue first touches me, I cry out, my back arching off the bed. Nothing could have prepared me for this sensation—the wet heat of his mouth, the deliberate strokes of his tongue. He explores me slowly at first, learning what makes me gasp and writhe beneath him.
“Justice,” I pant, my fingers tangling in his dark hair, a part of me noting the silkiness to it. I love touching his hair. Even when he’d been hurt and I saw him in his coyote form, I loved touching him. Now, it’s even better because I knew I was his.
Justice’s eyes lift to meet mine as he continues devouring me with his mouth. Tongue tormenting me. Fingers playing at my entrance.
The intensity in his gaze has my muscles in my stomach tightening. My own desire reflects within his, and the whole experience is nearly overwhelming.
The first finger to slide through my folds inside me has my lips parting on a gasp and my hips buck, taking his finger deeper.
“So tight,” he coos, breath brushing against my sensitive flesh.
“Relax for me, Peanut. You gotta stay relaxed so I can make sure this is damn good for you. Want you enjoying it as much as I’m enjoying the taste of you on my lips.
Taste like fuckin’ honey, baby, and I love honey.
Want you to spill more honey on my tongue for me. I wanna feast on that shit.”
A shiver courses through me at his words, as more ‘honey’, as he calls it, drips out.
Justice attacks my clit while adding a second finger to my entrance, the slickness dripping from my folds coating his fingers as he pumps them inside me.
The release that racks my body draws a scream from my lips. Justice is relentless and continues sucking, licking, lapping up the ‘honey’ seeping from my pussy.
But it’s not enough. I need him inside me.
“Justice,” I call his name on a breathy moan. “Please, I need you.”
His eyes lift to meet mine, but he doesn’t stop what he’s doing until he draws yet another all-consuming orgasm from my body. Only then does he shoot up, fingers leaving me.
Justice comes over me, my legs falling from his shoulders. He keeps them hooked over his arms as he lines himself up and pushes his cock mere inches inside me.
“Don’t want to hurt you, Peanut, but it’s your first time. If it’s too much for you, tell me and I’ll stop, but I’m gonna take it easy.”
My heart clenches at how sweet his words are.
“I don’t want you to stop. I want you to take me, Justice. Claim me. Make me yours in every way.” I barely recognize my voice as the words leave my lips, though I meant every last one of them.
Justice’s eyes flash bright, his nostrils flare, and he goes about doing just as I need him to.
Inch by inch, he fills me, coming to the barrier marking me as a virgin. He inhales a deep breath, pulls out so only the tip remains inside me, only to surge forward, breaking through the hymen, and sinking to the hilt.
My back arches. A gasp of surprising pain leaves my lips. My body is filled with a mixture of pain and pleasure together. I never thought anything would feel so good. That pain could be intoxicating as it is to have him claim in such a way.
“Fuck, Annahi, you’re beautiful. So damn tight. I love the way your pussy is clamping ‘round my cock.” Justice’s voice is gruff and growly. Animalistic and human all in one.
Both man and beast were one, and I loved it.
“Justice, please,” I moan, bucking against him.
“I’ll give you everything you need, baby.”
Shifting my legs up onto his shoulders once more, Justice starts moving, thrusting inside me, his body braced over mine. Our eyes were locked on each other as his cock seemed to thicken even more in the middle of it.
Growling rumbles seem to pull from Justice’s chest with each thrust.
My body hums with the building orgasm, ready to have me explode.
I grab hold of his biceps, holding on for dear life, as I know this one will be so much more.
Justice’s thrusts become harsher, and he lowers himself, burying his face in my neck.
The moment my orgasm washes over me, I feel Justice’s teeth sink into my shoulder, his cock seeming to lock in place. I feel him spurting inside my pussy, filling me with his own release.
It’s mind-consuming, all of it.
I feel everything at once. Him inside me. His body. His mind. His soul. The two of us were becoming one. His mind opens to me and mine to him. Nothing else in this moment matters more.
The outside world doesn’t exist to either of us. They don’t belong in the here and now of what we’re feeling.
A sigh leaves my lips as I realize how much I needed to know he’d feel the same way, and I knew he did because I could hear it in his thoughts.
Tears slide down my cheeks, and I want never to lose what he’s given me.
His thoughts speak for him and tell me just how special a gift it is for him, claiming me as his means.
It’s something I’d never take for granted.