Chapter Five Austin
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She’s in my arms. Under me. And I can’t stop myself from touching her. My hands rove over her lush curves and tug at her uniform. Even the asexual uniform can’t cover up the sexy body that’s laid out under me like my own personal feast.
And I want to bite and lick her for the next lifetime. That’s not nearly long enough but it will do for now.
I growl, “open your eyes, mate. I want you to watch me. I want those pretty eyes locked on mine every second that I’m with you. Where you belong.”
Her deep, dark brown eyes open, her pupils so dilated from her own desire that they’ve taken over most of her cinnamon irises. Her lips open and close on soundless gasps that make me want to tear into her like the animal I am.
But she’s not a delicate little flower. Not my girl. Her hands rake over my back and her nails dig into my shoulders.
“You want me, don’t you, mate?”
She nods but I shake my head. “Not good enough. I want the words. I need the words. I’ve waited forever for you. I deserve the words. So do you. You want to tell me what you want, don’t you, baby girl?”
“I want you,” she groans and her eyes close on the words, her breath panting in and out quickly, like she’s been running for miles.
“Open. Your. Eyes. You’re mine and I’m yours. You want to be a good girl, princess. You want to do every damn depraved thing I’ve waited for. Longed for, don’t you? You’re mine to tear apart, mine to wreck and rebuild. Just fucking mine.”
She moans and thrashes under me. “Yes,” she hisses. “Just touch me. Please,” she begs.
My lip quirks in a harsh, cynical smirk.
“Since you begged so prettily, my pet.” And then I lean over and drink in the soft moan that grows in intensity the closer to her I get.
She wraps her arms around my neck and I lift her in my arms. Our first time is not going to be on the floor of my cabin.
She deserves the best of me. I wish I had pretty words and flowers but I don’t. So I’ll make it as good as I can.
I carry her bridal-style though my small cabin to the bedroom in the back. I kick the door closed behind me and stalk across the floor, dropping her to the bed behind us. While she bounces, I tear at her pants and shirt, practically shredding them with my huge paws, my claws extended.
Her eyes widen and she shivers under me. “Are you in there, Austin?”
“Always, my mate. I’m always here for you.
Now lie back and let me see you. I’ve waited so long,” I groan when she complies.
Her beauty slams into me, ripping the breath from my lungs.
She’s so fucking beautiful. Like a painting spread out for my eyes only.
Her skin pales where it’s covered by her uniform everyday.
A light, creamy gold instead of the golden tan where her skin is bared to the sun.
Freckles dot her smooth skin on her chest and arms. Her dainty nose and flushed cheeks have the little spots as well.
My mouth waters. I want to trace my tongue over every single inch of her.
Feel her breath stutter under my hands while I lick and suck her. Marking her as mine.
“Mine. All mine,” I growl.
I see her bristle and start to sit up but I push her back with one hand and crawl up her body, mine still covered with my jeans and shirt. I can smell her like the sweetest, juiciest candy, ripe for the plucking.
My hands caress her lush curves and her head tips back. I grasp her long hair and pull her head back. Her eyes slit open, surprised. “Keep your eyes on me. Don’t you fucking close them again.”
She nods and I run my nose up her throat, my tongue darts out and I taste her smooth skin for the first time.
“Hmmm. So fucking good. You taste like sweet, ripe fruit,” I growl into her skin and she shudders under me, her lashes fluttering. She wants to close her eyes but she’s fighting it. She wants to be a good girl. Wants to be mine.
My cock stiffens in my jeans. I grind down onto her bare pussy, marking her with me just like I intend to do with my seed. My dick weeps and throbs but I’m determined to make her feel good first.
“I want your cum, I want to taste all of you. Open your sweet pussy for me.”
I lower myself down her body and push her thighs open, waiting, watching. Is she ready for me?
She pauses for one second and then her hand reaches down and her fingers pull her juicy slit open. I can see her juices on her fingers and I groan, grinding my belly into the mattress, desperate to bury myself in her heavenly cunt. Needing the release that I will only ever get from her.
She’s so turned on that her hips rock back and forth and I see her finger slip inside her wet tunnel. I pull her hand out and tug it to my mouth, licking her honey off her fingers.
“Mine. You don’t touch yourself when I’m here unless I tell you. You’re pleasure’s mine. I’ll take care of all your needs.” My eyes close and I savor her sweet taste on my tongue and lips, licking at them to get every little bit. It’s all mine.
She moans and her hands tangle in my hair as she pulls me over between her rounded thighs. “Please. Please make it stop hurting,” she gasps.
A sly grin tilts my hard lips. Her hands scratch at my scalp and I want to tip my head back and let her tear me up. But I also want her so much that my dick is hard enough to pound nails.
“You are so worth all the wait, my beauty.” I grunt and grind into the mattress. My lips move closer to her juicy slit and I run my tongue up her dark tunnel.
“Oh god,” she breathes out and her fingers clench in my hair, pulling me closer, tighter. And I fucking love it!
“Bite me, scratch me, tear me apart, baby girl. Whatever you do I’ll love it. But I need you so fucking much.”
I bury my lips in her hole and lick and nip desperately, my eyes closed, lost in the touch, taste and smell of her. My teeth scrape at her. I’m rough and crazy and she loves it.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she screams, her hips thrusting up into my face, grinding my mouth into her needy body until I can barely breathe.
I chuckle darkly. “So damn pretty. So fucking needy. You need me. You want me.” Her head thrashes back and forth on the pillow like she’s telling me no. Like she’s denying it. Denying us.
I grind my mouth into her tunnel, burying my tongue in her cunt and swirling my tongue so deep that I can feel her smooth walls fluttering lightly around my muscle.
“Hmmm. Come for me, baby girl. I want your honey all over me.” I wrap my tongue around her clit and then tap it lightly before I drag it between my teeth.
“Oh. Oh my god!” she whines and tenses. Her whole body goes taut as a strung-out wire and then snaps back.
“Yes, yes! Oh my god!” she sobs, writhing and moaning under me as I lick every drop of her juices out of her wildly-fluttering walls.
She collapses to the bed and I lick and suck and growl into her pussy until I feel her tightening up again.
I slide a finger into her hole and twist until I rub along the rough patch on her wall.
“Shit!” She grasps my hair and I swear to god, she tears a patch of my hair out but I don’t care if she strips my head bald. I’m not stopping. I can’t. She tastes too good. Too sweet and ready for me.
Her cunt snaps around my finger and I can barely push it in and out. But I manage to start a steady rhythm while I lick and suck at her clit until she wails and sits straight up, her body so tight it looks like she’s going to snap in two.
Then she collapses with a groan and I can taste her honey gliding down my throat. I drink it all down and scour her body out for more.
“No. No. Stop, no more,” she protests weakly. I sit up and plaster my mouth to hers, drinking in her gasping breaths.
“Mine,” is all I can manage to say. She’s mine. I can taste her essence on my tongue. Feel her body wrapped around mine. Sense her thoughts and feelings. I can feel the conflicted need and desire in her. Her lust.
But I can’t stop. Dear god, I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want her. Want to bury my aching dick so far in her that I’ll never find my way out. Never want to.
I stand and strip my clothes off quickly, tearing my shirt off and ripping it in the process. My claws extended and my body barely in control at this point. Shaking and growling. Feral with my lust.
She’s mine. The only thing I’ve spent my life looking for. My heart, my soul, my body, it all belongs to her.
It’s time for her to know it.
I crawl up her body, her lashes fluttering open to stare into my eyes. I can feel my bear barely under the surface. Barely leashed.
“Mine, baby girl,” I groan. “Say it.”
Her throat works up and down and I want to bury my lips in her smooth skin, bite into it until I can taste her in the most primal way.
“I’m yours,” she whispers and I smile, feeling my canines poking out, watching her pretty eyes widen.
“That’s right, baby girl.”
I slide my big, aching rod through her juices until I can glide up and down freely, bumping her sensitive nub of flesh at the top of my thrusts until her hips match each thrust, her eyes locked on mine and her hands clenched on my shoulders, her breath puffing in and out like a freight train.
“I need you now,” I growl roughly. “Wrap those sweet legs around my hips.” She obeys me and pride and lust battle for dominance.
I slide my cock through again and this time I notch my head at her tight hole.
She groans and sighs every time I move. Her hands claw and tear at my shoulders and hair like a wild animal.
I slide into her slowly, moaning when I feel her tight walls lightly flutter as they close around the mushroom-shaped head of my cock.
Her golden-brown eyes lock on mine and lust swirls in them. Her lip curls and she shudders under me. “More. I need more.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I grit out through clenched teeth. Her arousal swirling around me spikes my feral need for her, making me barely human at this point.
“I need you. I don’t want the control. I want the wild. I want you,” she whimpers, her restless hips and hands bumping and tear at me.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” I grunt out, shaking with the fight for my control.
She places her little hands on my face and tugs me down until I can see right into her eyes. Her tortured, greedy eyes. “I know exactly what I’m asking for. My mate.”
“Shit!” I roar and slam into her, my hips grinding into her over and over.
“Yes, oh my god, yes! Austin, yes! I’m yours!
Take me!” she shrieks like a banshee. Her hands tearing strips of my bare skin off.
I can feel ribbons of my blood bubbling up but I don’t give a shit!
She can mark me too! I want to take off my shirt and have every man and shifter out there know that this wild goddess is mine.
I flip her over and slam into her tight pussy, my balls slapping her ass. My eyes glaze over and I lose all control, becoming more animal than human as I take her.