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He snorted, picking me up by the waist like I weighed nothing and dropping me onto the edge of the bed. “I pretty much just sleep here,” he said, climbing on top of me. “But I can order some drapes if you wanna make this a regular thing.”
My face turned red hot at his words. Definitely wasn’t expecting that. Before I could formulate a response, he climbed on top of me and crushed his lips to mine once more. Immediately, I returned it, letting my lips part to receive his tongue. He lowered himself onto me slowly and I wrapped my legs around his waist, grinding against him through the friction of our jeans.
I reached down to unfasten his belt and as steady as my hands had been with the delicate work of stitching up his wounds, they were trembling and clumsy now from the adrenaline of lust.
He chuckled, finishing the simple ask with ease. He rose up to take off his jeans and strip down the rest of the way, freeing his thick cock. My mouth watered from the sight of it, momentarily sending my brain offline until he started unfastening my jeans. I jolted back to reality and hastily tugged them off. He climbed back into bed as I pulled off my bra and his hands started groping me immediately. Our lips met once more as he kneaded my breast in his strong, rough hands, a stark contrast to the softness he seemed to find so entrancing.
I would have taken him in right then, but instead, he started kissing his way down from my throat to my chest. When he took the sensitive bud of my nipple into his mouth, it hardened immediately. He started sucking hard enough it made me squirm and rolled off to my side enough to put his hand between my thighs. They pressed together automatically and I ground into his touch as he switched his attention back to kissing that spot below my ear he’d already figured out was the easiest way to unwind me. I whimpered in approval as his middle two fingers pressed against my clit and he used my own arousal to lubricate his slow, circular strokes. He clearly knew what he was doing, so much so that I felt a primal twinge of jealousy, but I was benefitting too much from his expertise to care for long.”Marcus,” I gasped, digging my fingers into his short, choppy hair as he slid down to caress my slit. When he pushed two fingers into me at once, my body clenched down instinctively, a shudder running down my spine. He grazed my G-spot on the first go, crooking his fingers in a steady rhythm as his lips found mine once more and he swallowed down my moans.
When I finally broke the kiss for air and looked up at him, I realized his eyes were glowing the same pale blue as the rune on his chest had. It was a startling sight, but more breathtaking than unnerving.”God, you taste good,” he muttered. I wasn’t sure if he was talking about the kiss or my energy, but it had completely slipped my mindwhywe were doing this. Like I needed an excuse in the first place when I could keep my mind on little else while we were training.”I guess that answers that question,” I said in a breathless voice, running my nails down his neck and between his muscular shoulderblades.
His lips quirked at one corner, the glow beginning to fade. “I feed off of giving you pleasure. The rest is just a bonus.””That’s an interesting feature,” I murmured. Somewhere in the back of my mind an annoying little voice was buzzing like a fly, but it was enough to bring me to my senses. “You have condoms, right?””Yeah, of course. You want me to…?””Fuck me,” I said, kissing him again.
He returned it, his eyes glazed and even bluer when they opened again. He seemed in a daze before he remembered what he was doing and mumbled something to himself as he reached into the nightstand by the bed.
I scooted back further to reposition as he slid the condom onto his fully erect cock. As much as I would’ve liked to feel his warm flesh inside me like I had his fingers, human-shifter hybrids were obviously notthatrare. I had enough trouble to contend with in my own heritage, let alone worrying about trying to parent a whelp when I could barely keep myself alive.
All such thoughts went out the window as soon as he was back on top of me, though, and since I’d done my due diligence, I let myself commit to thoroughly enjoying this. I caught a glimpse of his side, and even though I believed him about the whole healing thing, it was still a shock to see the gashes were already scarring. I couldn’t help but think that was going to be one badass scar. Most guys got tearaway tattoos to look tough, but he’d have the real deal and the story to go with it.
Not that he could really admit that. Even the shifters at the gym wouldn’t believe a regular animal had done that.”I told you it worked,” he said with an amused laugh, touching the side of his ribcage.”Still has some room to go,” I said, reaching up to wrap my arms around his neck and pull him back with me.
He smiled against my lips, his hands traveling down to my waist. “Let’s see what we can do about that.”
Marcus’s hands rested on my knees, pushing my thighs apart. His gaze darkened as he looked down, and the sight of him licking his lips was enough to undo me. Before I could respond, he lowered himself and buried his head between my thighs, running his tongue up the slick folds he’d uncovered.”Fuck,” I gasped, gripping the rail on his headboard. I’d planned on him fucking me immediately, but this was good, too.
Better than good. The man ate pussy like it was about to become illegal, and I lost all control of my volume as he pushed me over the edge. I was already hovering on the precipice, so it wouldn’t have taken much, but Marcus wasn’t about that minimum effort. He went all the fucking way.
Another growl rumbled through his chest as he continued teasing my sensitive clit with his tongue until I had to literally beg for mercy. He relented and climbed back on top of me, positioning his monster cock at myverywet entrance. He drove in without warning, and as ready as I was, it was still a tight fit and took a moment to adjust.”Damn, you’re tight,” he gritted out, pulling out to the tip before easing back in a little deeper.”And you’re huge, so it’s kind of a two-way street,” I panted, wrapping my arms around his neck.”Did I hurt you?” The note of concern broken through the gravel in his voice.
I shook my head, bucking my hips a little to guide him in deeper. “Just go slow.”
He nodded, his lips parted in shallow breaths as he started with shallower thrusts, building up to a slow, easy rhythm that gave me time to adapt. It hadn’t been that long since I’d been with Alexander, but long enough I’d forgotten just how strange it felt at first. I had barely graduated from virginhood, and my libido was more than happy to write checks my body wasn’t ready to cash.
At least, not until his thrusts started hitting my spot the way his fingers had and my hips bucked against him of their own accord, completely disregarding the ache that was already beginning to fade. It gave way to something even more intense, and I only realized my nails were clawing fresh wounds in his back when I felt too much wetness beneath my fingertips to be just sweat. “Sorry,” I panted, forcing my clawed grip on his shoulders to relax.”Don’t be,” he said in a low growl, thrusting into me even deeper. It must have turned him on, because I saw his eyes glowing bright before he crushed his lips to mine once more.
I moaned into the kiss, grinding into him eagerly. My clit was still so sensitive from the last orgasm, just rubbing up against him had me back in the game. That and the raw pleasure of his cock pounding against the same spot with a steadily increasing rhythm that matched my frantic pulse.
My claw marks had already healed on his back, but others took their place as I gave myself over to the primal dance of our bodies, damp with sweat and perfectly in sync. I went from asking him to be gentle to losing all patience for it, arching my spine and demanding more. “Fuck, yes,” I gasped as he drove into me again, unleashing the pleasure that had been building to a crescendo. My writhing pushed him over the edge a moment later, too, and he growled into my neck, a primal sound that made my inner beast go wild.
I lay panting beneath him as his rocking hips slowed to a halt, and the weight of him on top of me was its own kind of ecstasy. In that moment, I felt held but not possessed, more powerful and sexy than I ever had.