Chapter 20
AMRI
O ur bodies fit together just as perfectly as I remember. I grin, nipping his mouth, “Just know, I’m a biter.”
“Good, so am I.” My pussy clenches at his declaration, and he scrapes the skin of my jaw with his teeth.
My animal ears pop out. His tail curls up my back, and his claws scrape my sides.
I’m a pulsing ball of need and can’t stop the moan of desire that hums through my throat.
Malik pops the button of my pants but doesn’t bother with the zipper before he shoves his hand inside, claws snagging on and tearing my underwear.
Then a clawless finger flicks my clit, and I yelp, clutching Malik’s shoulders.
He licks behind my ear, whispering, “So responsive. Will you be able to take me, Amri?”
I almost blurt out that I was made to take him, but he doesn’t need a reminder of the Fates right now, so I say, “Show me what you got, big guy.”
His lips smile against my skin, and then two of his fingers sink deep, curling to caress that spot.
I gasp, “Malik!”
He curls his fingers again, and I see stars.
I clench my thighs around his hand, and his hips buck.
I unwrap myself from around him and grab the waistband of my jeans, trying to wiggle them down.
Malik’s fingers are still inside me doing delicious things, distracting me as I fight with my tight pants—which are great for running and fighting and hiding, but for this particular situation, they are infuriating.
Malik grunts, pulling his fingers out of me to help get my jeans down my legs.
They only get to my knees before I realize they will just get stuck on my boots, so I spin around and press my ass against his straining cock.
Even through his pants, his hard length is impressive, and I wonder if I will be able to take him. But I’m nothing if not determined.
Malike grabs my hips and grunts, “Fuck.” He grinds me against his hard cock, drawing a moan from both of us.
The swish of fabric reaches my ears a second before Malik’s bare length slides between my cheeks.
My pussy throbs with an intensity that borders on mania.
I want Malik on a level that’s almost obsessive.
I want his seed dripping out of me. I want his scent permanently soaked into my pores. I want?—
“Yes. Yes, Amri. I will fill that needy pussy. I’ll scent mark you so thoroughly, no one will ever question as to who ow?—”
He stops himself from claiming that he owns me, even though he does, heart and soul. But that admission will come later … hopefully. And then I realize I didn’t actually say any of that out loud. Or did I?
Doesn’t matter.
Malik growls, the head of his cock pushing against my entrance, and I whimper, pressing the back of my head against his shoulder.
One of his giant hands grabs my hip, his claws digging in.
Malik drives into me with such force, my eyes pop wide with tears, and my breath whooshes from my lungs.
Holy fuck. He’s huge! I’ve never felt so full, but I don’t get a chance to adjust because he lifts me, and as he slams me back down, he bucks his hips, driving his cock so deep, I swear I’m being split in two.
But if this is how I die, so be it. I’ll go out with a smile on my face.
His barbs scrape my inner walls, stimulating me to new heights of pleasure.
Keeping up his steady thrusts, he grabs the back of my left thigh.
As he hitches my leg up, my pants roll over my knee down to my calf, opening me wider for him.
In this new position, I can watch his wet cock sink into me, and I clench at the erotic sight.
Malik uses his bruising grip to fuck me harder, and my body spools with need and desire.
My blood races past my ears, creating a rush louder than the waves crashing nearby.
There’s the faint sound of fabric tearing, and sea-spray whispers across my exposed breasts, my ripped shirt now hanging off my shoulders.
Malik’s pleasured grunts drive me wild with the knowledge that he’s finding so much pleasure with me, in me.
I reach up and back, and when I grasp for the back of his neck, I find fur.
He leans over my shoulder, his muzzle puffing hot breath against my skin as he lets me hold on to him for better leverage.
Fur warms my back but does nothing to soften the hard planes of his abdominal muscles flexing and rolling with each of his bucking thrusts.
From the corner of my eye, I catch sight of his half-shifted state.
His face is full panther, but his eyes still blaze with the heat of his human side.
He’s breathtaking, all dark fur with even darker spots, with his emerald-green eyes streaked through with the gold of his Zodiac magic.
His grip tightens on my thigh, and when I look down, I marvel at the half-hand, half-paw that’s holding me.
His tail snakes around us, slithering up my stomach before flicking between my breasts, teasing first one nipple then the other .
My panting breaths are lost to the sound of the sea, and I am lost to the pleasure of my alpha.
Malik ruts up into me, passionate animalistic grunts and barks rumbling from his chest behind me as if he’s trying to keep his beast from roaring out his pleasure … and that just won’t do.
On his next thrust, I groan loud and clear. “Alpha.”
Malik’s growls grow louder, and he licks me. My body seizes with anticipation and pleasure. Is he going to bite me? Malik drives his cock into me faster, and then with barely-leashed control, he barks, “Come for me.”
Orgasm crashes through me, and I arch against the front of his body, all my muscles tensing at once as bliss erupts. I vaguely register his hips stuttering in their rhythm, and he groans long and low against my skin as he spills inside me.
We sit like that for several long minutes, each catching our breath. The soft scratch of his fur recedes until the smooth press of his skin touches mine. Gently, he lowers my leg, then lets me go, but I grab his hand and place it back on my bare thigh.
I shake my head against his chest. “Not yet.”
He nuzzles the back of my neck. “I’d never let you go ever again if you let me.” He stiffens as if realizing he said that out loud. Clearing his throat, he whispers against my heated skin. “I um …”
I don’t push. I don’t need declarations or promises. This is our path. We will traverse it in our own way.
I lean against him, letting him hold me up as the pleasurable tingles slowly fade.
He rubs his face in that sensitive nook where my shoulder meets my neck.
Malik clears his throat again, but I remain silent, letting him find his thoughts, letting him choose his words.
I’m in no rush, perfectly happy to sit here in the warmth of his lap with the sea breeze cooling my sweaty skin.
After another moment, Malik presses a tender kiss to my shoulder and whispers, “I am sorry about using my Alpha-command on you.”
My smile spreads into a grin. “But? I hear a but.”
His lips curl into a smile of his own. “I was just trying to take care of you.”
I wiggle in his lap. “I know.”
He groans as his cum drips out of me and down his still-hard cock to pool on the rock between his thighs.
His lips brush my skin in another sweet kiss, and I sigh, sinking deeper against him.
Malik’s fingers skim up my stomach, and his large hand cups my small breast. His cock kicks inside me, and my mouth drops open on a gasp.
More? Yes, please.
The world spins, and for a second, I’m empty and aching.
A gush of cum leaks down my inner thigh, but then Malik looms over me, his strong arms gently laying me on the sand.
His hands move with quick signs, and in a flash, we’re both fully naked.
I chuckle as I notice our clothes, fresh, clean, and untorn, sitting neatly folded on the rock we were just sitting on. How considerate.
But then Malik’s hips push my legs apart.
He holds his weight off me; his forearms pressed to either side of my head.
The long dark strands of his hair curtains around us as his eyes search my face.
I’m not sure what he’s looking for, but after a moment, he dips his head.
He kisses me with trembling lips, and his cock slides back inside me.
I arch against his chest, hitching one leg up over his hip.
His kiss is so tender, I’m unraveling under him, having to swallow words of devotion so as not to scare him away.
As our tongues lick and taste, our teeth nip.
He grabs my ass and rolls his hips. Without breaking stride, he throws his palm over my eyes and hunches his body over me just as a large wave crashes into us.
Malik’s hand keeps the saltwater out of my eyes as the spray buffers against his body.
As soon as the sea recedes, Malik digs an arm under my back and lifts me off the sand.
I squeal as—while still buried deep inside me—he pivots on his knees, angling me away from the waves before dropping me back to the ground.
How could I not love him? I laugh as he falls back on me, and I wrap my arms around his neck as he thrusts into me over and over, his barbs stimulating my inner walls until I’m a wet, aching, begging mess.
His voice comes out scratchy. “Stars, Amri. You feel so good. Amri. Amri.”
He chants my name like a prayer, and it sends me over the edge.
I come so hard, I black out for a moment, lost to the pleasure ripping through every cell of my body.
On the way back down from my orgasm, I feel myself jerking in the sand, my body being pushed up the beach with each of Malik’s thrusts.
Bliss builds again. Fast. I dig my claws into his back, holding on for dear life.
Every time he drives his cock deep inside me, his name punches from my throat.
“Malik. Malik. Malik.”
He growls so deeply, his cock vibrates inside me.
I scream, “Oh fuck! Alpha!”
My glorious mate roars, drowning out my own animalistic shout as we come together. My fingertips tingle and my hair stands on end as waves of pleasure crash through me. Malik’s cock swells and empties inside me, and he buries his face in my neck, groaning with each spurt of cum.
I welcome his weight as we both catch our breath, and as I sink back into reality, I giggle as seawater washes over our legs, tickling my toes .
Malik’s cheeks lift with his smile against my neck, and he nuzzles me before pushing up on his forearms to look down at me. I’m left breathless by his beauty. Reaching up, I cup his face. “You’re almost too pretty to look at.”
He snorts, dipping his head to nudge my nose with his.
“I was just thinking the same thing about you.” Keeping his head close, he rubs his nose against my cheek, then kisses my jaw.
I sigh, running my hands through his hair, scratching his scalp as he nuzzles my neck again and says, “You smell like me. I like it.”
I clutch the back of his head, holding him against me as I whisper. “Me too.” I let my touch drift down. My fingertips trace the scars on his neck, and he shivers. I yank my hands away, my heart dropping all the way to my stomach. “Did that hurt?”
Malik sits back on his shins, his barbs scraping and tickling as his cock slides out of me, sending a rush of cum down my ass into the sand.
There’s something devilishly wonderful about the feel of his warm seed gushing out of me, but I don’t have time to relish in it before he grabs my shoulders and hauls me upright to kneel between his knees.
His large palms travel down my arms, and he wraps his fingers around my wrists.
Pulling my hands up to his neck, he places my hands over his scars.
“Your touch only brings me pleasure, Amri.”
My heart melts, and I skim my fingers over the raised skin along his neck. I can’t keep the tears from pooling in my eyes, but I try to blink them away as I say, “I’m just so fucking glad that thing is off.”
His warm hand covers one of mine, pressing our combined touch against his skin. “Me too.” He closes his eyes, and tears leak down his cheeks. “Fuck. Me too.”
I pull him into me, and we hold each other in a tight hug, letting our tears fall, but only a minute passes before Malik huffs, his arms tightening around me before he sits back. “Bodi is calling for me. For us. We should go back.”
I nod, weaving signs as we stand, cleaning the sand off our bodies.
On an unspoken agreement, we don’t use magic to redress.
Instead, we slowly pull our clothes back on—his loose pants and my stretchy jeans, boots, and tank top, all in black of course.
We take our time, throwing glances at each other.
I start to spiral in the heavy silence. What just happened was …
but is that it? I know where my heart stands, and I’m comfortable in my growing affection for Malik.
But for him? Was it just a release of tension?
A momentary loss of control? I mentally shake myself out of those thoughts.
It was a beautiful moment for me, and it can be whatever Malik needed it to be.
As I pull my tank top over my head, I take a deep breath and nod. “Ready?”
“Ready.”
And then my entire world tilts on its edge as Malik holds out his hand to me.
I’m not going to cry. Badass enforcer wolverine shifters don’t cry.
The second I slip my hand into his, he wraps his fingers around mine and tugs.
I stumble into him, and he lifts my chin for a kiss, and I, Amri the former badass, swoon.
His lips are gentle, and the backs of his fingers caress my cheek.
I’ve never felt cherished before. It’s uncomfortable. It’s wonderful. I’m addicted.
Malik brushes my nose with his as he whispers against my lips, “It’s dangerous to want you, Amri.”
I smile, bumping his nose back with mine. “Well, I am a dangerous female. ”
He huffs a soft laugh, but the sound is sad. “That’s not what I meant.”
“I know.”
He stares into my eyes for a long moment, and bit by bit, steel creeps into his gaze before he finally nods. “Okay, let’s go.”
A sliver of fear shivers down my spine, because that quiet declaration sounds like he’s headed into battle.
And well, we are. I give his hand a little squeeze, silently telling him I’m here.
I’m with him. He’s not alone. And when he drops a quick peck of a kiss on my nose in reply, I think he’s finally starting to understand … I’m not going anywhere.