Shifters of Shadow Falls Collection (Books 1-3) (8 page)

My hands start to go numb as a cold sweat breaks out on my skin.  The need for release creeps up on my body slowly building in intensity.  I feel my balls draw up and I know it’s coming soon.  I growl into her ear while I continue to rut with a primal need, “Cum for me.”  My teeth being so close to her neck makes my fangs ache with the desperate need to sink deep into her soft flesh, marking her and claiming her as mine.  I let them skim along her sensitive skin causing a shiver to run down her barely-clothed body.  My words and gentle touch of my sharp fangs send her over the edge and I cum hard with her, jetting my seed in waves against her womb.  I keep my strokes up, riding through both of our orgasms as the pleasure numbs my toes and makes my legs tremble.  Her cunt pulses around me and clamps down, trying to keep me inside her.

I lay my chest over her back to plant small kisses over the marks on her necks as my breathing relaxes with my dick still hard inside her.  My arms wrap around her small, limp body and I effortlessly pick her up.  I slip out of her, dripping our combined cum down my thigh as I sit on the bar stool and nestle her into my chest.  I tenderly kiss her forehead and she sighs, happily sated, and snuggles into me as she slowly drifts to sleep.  I debate on waking her up and fucking her until I’ve had my fill, but it’s late and the sight of her relaxed body in my arms is enough to temper my appetite.  For now.

Chapter 17: Caleb

Liz is furiously struggling beneath my huge form trying to get away from us.  I’m doing my best not to bruise her little body, but she’s putting up one hell of a fight.  I’m ashamed at how much I’m enjoying this.  I’m a sick, sadistic fuck.  To say I’m projecting on Dom is an understatement.  I want to punish our little mate.  I want to slam into her tight little ass and rut into her while she screams out in an overwhelming mix of agony and desire.  I’ll make it feel good for her of course, but there’ll be pain.  I know she’s scared, but that doesn’t change my need to drive into her hot cunt and prove to her that she belongs to me.  Fuck, I’m hard just thinking about it.  Like I said, I’m a sick fuck.  I just hope my little mate has a beast in her that wants out to play just as much as mine does.

Dom’s plan of action is only fueling my sadist’s desire.  She’s going to fight us every step of the way and the very idea is enough to make my dick leak precum in my pants.  Shit, I already am.  I want her to challenge me.  Knowing she’s not human puts me on edge, in a really fucking good way.  If she were human I’d have to go easy.  I can’t hurt my mate.  Physically or emotionally.  I don’t want to either.  But fucking her within an inch of her life, I’m fucking dying to do that.  Knowing she’s got shifter in her means she could take more than a human can. 
Thank fuck!
  The moment I get my dick into her I know I’m not going to be able to control how rough I am with her.  I’ll try, but I’m dying with need.   Need to let my demon out and rip into her virginity with unforgiving, deep, strokes.  Need to have her writhing beneath me; trying to get away from the pain at the same time needing more of it.  It’s a cruel, twisted need, but it’s a need no less.               

I’ve always had these desires.  I can’t get off thinking about slow, sweet, and passionate.  No fucking way.  I need it hard and savage.  I’ve never given them free reign though.  Seeing my mate refuse me, that makes me want to let loose on her.  Let my beast out to ruthlessly claim her for himself.  Maybe that’s why fate gifted me a mate with Dom.  He’s scary as fuck to look at, but he’s got control where I don’t.  I’m a slave to my beast.  I should tell him what I want to do to her, but he’s so wrapped up in having her forgive him for shit he didn’t even do that he doesn’t notice my lust for her body.  I have the look of her tear-stained face memorized.  I love the way fear looks on her.  I want her to cry for me.  I want her to scream and let her tears run freely down her gorgeous face while I punish every inch of her body for denying us.  Fuck, more than that I desperately need her to fight me.  I want to feel her sharp nails dig into my back as I draw out every orgasm I possibly can from her body.  The only regret I have is that she won’t be able to leave scars.  That’s a damn shame.  I want her mark all over me.

Liz’s nails are scathing across my neck while I tie one of her wrists to the bed post and I have to stifle a groan.  I can feel her squirming beneath me to get out of Dom’s grasp.  For being so small she’s got a lot of fight in her.  It makes me hopeful.  Whatever she went through didn’t kill her spirit.  I love her fight.  Her little fist swings out of fucking nowhere and lands square on my jaw. 

“Fuck!”  I wrap my hand around her throat knowing her natural reaction will have her hand flying to my fingers to try and pry them off.  I lean back and flex my jaw.  Damn that hurt.  I tighten the rope on her one wrist, making sure it’s properly secured with my right hand while my left hand flexes against her small, fragile neck.  My thumb is pressed hard enough to feel the blood pumping through her vein, but I’m not pushing hard enough to actually cut off her breath.  I just want her other hand busy while I make sure I have her where I want her.

“Baby girl that hurt.”  I admonish her while grabbing her other wrist in my left hand and the rope in my right.  Her eyes widen as she realizes her fight is useless now.  I feel Dom stand up behind me; he must have her legs secured.  She screams out unintelligibly, but within seconds Dom shoves something in her mouth.  I glance at her to see what it is.  She’s shaking her head and trying to spit out his shirt that shoved half way down her throat.  I tug on the rope and fasten it tighter to the bed post to restrict her movements as much as possible.  I finally breathe out and climb off the bed to have a look at our gorgeous mate all tied up. 

Her dress is bunched up around her waist revealing a cream thong that’s begging to be torn from her.  It takes every bit of self control I have not to shove my nose in between her legs and scent her pussy.  Her breasts are covered by a simple white strapless bra and I want to rip it to shreds.  It’s not sexy enough to grace her skin.  Our mate is anything but simple.  She should be covered in hot pink lace.  My dick hardens at the thought.  Or leather.  Fuck, she would look so hot with a thin leather strip draped over her breasts, just wide enough to cover her nipples, to tease me.  I resist the urge to palm my dick.  Her long platinum blonde hair is spread out under her, making her look wild and recently fucked.  Damn shame the last part isn’t as true as the first.  Wild perfectly describes our mate.

She’s got small bruises around her wrist, hips, thighs, and ankles.  I stare at them waiting for the purplish blue to slowly fade.  They aren’t bad, but she’s tugging against the rope and it’s going to rub her skin raw and/or give her welts.  She needs to knock that shit off.

“Stop struggling baby, you’re going to hurt yourself.”  She yells something incoherent through the shirt stuffed in her mouth and I have to suppress a laugh.  The happiness sneaking up on me at seeing our mate spread out for us vanishes when I look back at her bruises.  They look darker. 
What the fuck?
  I hear Dom thinking the same; she should be healing by now.  Concern for our mate rapidly settles in my chest.  Fuck. 

“We hurt her.”  I shake my head in disgust.  Yeah I want to fuck her and bring her to the edge of pain while I pleasure her delectable body, but I don’t want her to have any other kind of pain.  I don’t want to mark her unless she can look at them and feel a heated desire and remember the pleasure that came with it.  This isn’t what I want.  A deep ache settles in my chest.  “Why isn’t she healing?”

“She’s not a werewolf.”  My neck whips around at Dom’s blunt statement.

“The fuck she’s not!  You heard her wolf!”  My breathing becomes erratic and adrenaline starts pumping through my blood making my fists tremble with the need to thrash against something.  And right now Dom’s face is looking like the best option.

“Calm the fuck down.  She’s going to be fine.  Her wolf is in there, but she’s something else.”

“She needs to heal. Why isn’t her wolf healing her?”

He shakes his head before speaking words that Liz can hear.  “Little one, you okay?”  I’m pretty sure the two syllables she shouts into his shirt are “Fuck you!”  A grin threatens to pull at my lips, but I stop that shit; she’s not okay.

“Baby girl, bring your wolf back so she can heal you.  I don’t like seeing these marks on your body.”  I’m surprised by the absolute truth in that statement.  I never thought I’d want her marks to go away, but then again these weren’t given to her in the way I want to give them.  She shakes her head violently at my command.  My heart pounds in anger at her insolence.  I feel my brows knit together and Dom’s hand comes down on my shoulder in an attempt to placate me. 

“Calm the fuck down.” 

“Alright little one.”  Dom starts crawling on the bed and straddles her tiny frame while he talks.  “I want to talk to you; are you going to be good so I can take your gag away?”  His hard, lean muscles flex as he moves over her.  I watch her eyes travel his body.  I scent the air, but there’s nothing but fear and anger.  My wolf snarls in my chest.  I want her arousal.  I sit on the edge of the bed and rub soothing circles on her calf.  She flinches at first, but resigns herself to my touch.  It’s not like she’s in any position to stop me.  Dom looks back at me and his eyes light up as he watches me caress her tender skin. 

“Maybe we should keep your gag in until you’re more relaxed.”  He stares into her piercing blue eyes and she stares defiantly right back. 

“Baby girl, we have something important to tell you.”  I trail my fingers teasingly up and down her calf before taking her knee in my hand.  I want to kiss the tender side of her skin, but she’ll probably just knee me in the face and break my nose; it’ll take all the give these ropes have for her to do it, but there’s not a doubt in my mind that she’ll do it, so I hold back.  

I look at Dom before continuing to talk to Liz and he nods his head in agreement.  Now that she can’t ignore us and can’t run from us, it’s the perfect time to tell her we’re her mates.  Even if she is spitting angry.  I’d prefer to be smothered by her arousal, but beggars can’t be choosers.  “Baby, when you were with your pack, did you learn about mates?”  I’m reaching here.  She may have wolf in her, but I don’t have a fucking clue whether or not she was ever in a pack.  Her body tenses at my question.  I press my lips in a hard line. Damn it.  I want her to relax. 

“You shouldn’t have brought up her pack.”  Dom silently scolds me.

“Then you fucking do it.”  I answer him in my head so that she doesn’t hear my irritation.

“Lizie, we’re your mates.”  Dom just fucking says the words matter-of-factly while he bends down to pick up more rope.  I scrunch up my face and hang my head at his nonchalance.

“What the fuck dude?”

“What?”  He looks at me like he’s confused as to why I would be aggravated.

“Women want romance, you dumb fuck.”  I hiss the words in my head.

“Does she look like she wants romance right now?”  I take a look at my doe-eyed mate and purse my lips.  She’s still scared to death and spitting mad, looking at Dom like he just smacked her across her pretty little face.  “She’s not even really listening.  Look at her.”  My eyes travel along her body and settle on her pissed off face.  If looks could kill…

“Do you know what that means Liz?  That we’re your mates?”  I ask her evenly making my voice soft and charming.  I expect her to shake or nod her head, but she does nothing.  I school my expression to not show my anger.

“She really likes being difficult, doesn’t she?”

“It’ll take time, but we’ll break her habit of ignoring us.” 

Dom’s words ring clear in my head.  I don’t respond because truthfully I want her to be difficult so we can let our beasts out to play.  But not right now.  Not when I’m telling her that she’s my one and only for as long as I live.  And I sure as hell don’t want her to ignore me.   My heart clenches and my hand stills on her calf.  Fuck.  Maybe fate knew how fucked up I’d end up being so they gave me a mate who can’t love me back.  I have to clear my throat and stop those fucking thoughts.  I’ll
make
her love me. 

“Little one, answer Caleb.”  Dom’s voice is even, but full of authority.  Our stubborn mate continues to ignore the two of us.  I watch Dom sigh as though he’s resigned and he crawls on the bed to wind rope around her knee farthest from me.  After he knots it, he pulls it to the edge of the bed, forcing her to spread herself.  He attaches it to something under the bed and I can’t help but to wonder where the fuck he came up with the idea to open her up for us.  My dick pulses in agony at the sight of her legs being forced open.  She’s completely exposed with no way to hide and I fucking love it.  My dick hardens even more and I feel like a bastard for it. 

“You’re my mate Lizie. 
Our
mate.”  He glances at me and I nod my head while keeping my eyes on Liz.  She looks down right pathetic as she struggles against the pull of the rope at her knee.  I use a little force to bring her other knee up while Dom secures it.  I can’t take my eyes off of her pussy.  One of her pussy lips isn’t covered by the scrap of lace material.  My mouth waters at the sight.  I smell a wave of arousal as Dom moves between her legs and gently pets her pussy.  The smell of her desire nearly knocks me out. 
Yes!
  Fuck, I don’t know why she’s turned on by this, but I fucking love that she is.

“We’re going to relax you Lizie.”  He gazes at her pussy as he rubs his thumb along her clit.  I see him press down as he looks back up at Liz to gauge her reaction.  She moans and throws her head back at his touch.  The sound and smell filling the room make my dick struggle for release in my pants.  The God damned zipper is fucking killing me as my dick presses against it.  I watch as his two thick fingers slip past the lace material and dip into her heat.  His thumb continues to rubs circles against her little nub while he strokes the front wall of her pussy, hitting that sweet spot that has her moaning for more. 

“Fuck, you’re tight.”  He starts scissoring her pussy and finger fucking her harder.  I groan at the sight of her writhing helplessly at his touch.  I lean down and kiss the inside of her knee as a reward for her.  I all out smile as I realize even if she wanted to bash my nose in with her knee, she couldn’t.  She’s tied the fuck down and can barely move any part of her body.  Liz moans and rocks her pussy against Dom’s hand as she gets closer and closer to her release. She’s pulling at her ropes, but this time it’s not to escape. 

“Caleb asked you a question little one.”  He stops all of his movements and looks expectantly at her.  Her dilated eyes pop open and she hisses something at him through the shirt.

“Do you know what it means to be our mate?”  He asks her calmly with half of his fucking hand drenched in her juices. 

She nods vigorously.  “Good girl.”  He starts hammering his fingers into her cunt, adding a third, and leans down to suck her clit into his mouth.  Her moans of pleasure power my need to be inside her and I struggle to keep my eyes from closing in ecstasy.  I don’t want to miss seeing any second of Dom coercing her orgasm out of her.  All I can smell is her arousal and it’s suffocating me.  I give into my need to find my release and get up from the bed to unzip my pants all the while watching my gorgeous mate writhe with pleasure.