He pulled back and slammed into her hard, making her gasp. “You were saying?”
“If I repeat it will you do that again?” she asked, eyes wide.
He used his claws to shred her shirt and bra, pulling the tattered edges open and revealing her breasts to his hungry gaze. “I want to watch them move,” he whispered. His fangs had extended, his eyes gleamed gold and his hands were tipped by claws that gently kneaded her soft flesh. The slight pain only heightened her awareness of him. He gripped her hips and began fucking her, hard, fast and furious, pumping in and out of her body, his eyes glued to her breasts.
“C’mere,” she gasped, pulling at his arms. She needed to see his face clearly, wanted to watch as the orgasm took them both.
He allowed her to pull him down. She knew now that his Puma was stronger than hers. They were both too close to the surface as their humans made love, his strength obvious to her as he bent over her pale body. The knowledge that she could bring such a strong male to his knees heightened her arousal. Only when his forehead was flush with hers did he stop, staring directly into her bright red eyes as he pounded into her with all his strength. She knew she’d be bruised, sore from his rough handling, but damn it nothing had ever felt so good.
His hands glided along her arms until they reached her wrists, pulling with gentle strength until they were stretched out above her head. She was literally covered by him from head to toe. His eyes remained open, glued to hers, full of possessive passion, and she groaned, coming again.
“Mine,” he growled, spilling inside her, his teeth clamping down on his mark once more. The sight and scent of his pleasure mixed with his bite triggered her own climax once more. Her hands clenched in his hair as her orgasm robbed her of breath, her back bowing off the bed, her mouth opening in a silent scream.
Chapter Five
Holy shit , Adrian thought, staring down at the woman sleeping on her stomach beside him. If he’d known sex with a mate would be like that he would have gone looking for her a hell of a lot sooner. He’d never come so hard in his entire. Fucking. Life. And there were so many more things he wanted to do to her luscious, creamy body. For instance, he still hadn’t sucked those peach-colored nipples, or grazed her belly with his teeth. He hadn’t lapped up her cream, something he planned to do as soon as she was conscious again. He wanted to leave the mark of his teeth on one of those perfect ass cheeks, or maybe on the inside of her thigh just before he ate her until she screamed his name. There was no way in hell she could deny the mating.
If she left him in some misguided attempt to protect him he’d either die or go insane.
No. He’d hunt her down and bring her back to his den where she belonged. Then he’d tie her down and fuck her until she couldn’t move.
A thought that had some appeal even if she didn’t try to leave him.
He’d left bruises on those pretty ass cheeks and scratches on her hips from his claws. He resisted the urge to kiss those marks better, knowing by the way she breathed that she was exhausted. That bastard who’d been chasing her would pay for making her so afraid she couldn’t sleep. He’d pay double for hurting her, leaving a mark on that perfect skin.
He resisted the urge to throw up his head and snarl his challenge to the world as thoughts of Parker intruded on his lovely afterglow. He wondered if the bastard was in town yet, and what he’d try to do if he found out Sheri was mated.
He thought of his Mustang out in the driveway and decided it might not be a bad idea to move it into the garage. He got up carefully, not wanting to disturb Sheri. His princess needed the sleep. He had plans for her once she was awake again. Going to his closet he pulled out a worn pair of jeans and slipped them on, then threw on his oldest sneakers and his warmest flannel shirt. He picked up his shredded pants and carried them down to the living room, pulling his keys out as quietly as he could, then went to the closet and pulled down his father’s old service revolver. He’d checked the gun carefully the day before, taking it out to the shooting range to make sure everything still worked properly. It did. He tucked it into the back of his jeans, covering it with his shirt. He went into the garage and opened the garage door.
Fuck. Looks like Parker’s been here , he thought as he stared at the four flat, obviously shredded tires.
He pulled out his gun and closed the garage door, eyes peeled to see if the bastard was still out there.
When nothing happened he tucked the gun away and went back inside to call Gabriel Anderson, Max, and Simon.
He looked up just as he hung up with Simon to see Sheri wrapped in one of his shirts standing at the top of the stairs, her pretty blue eyes full of regret.
And that pissed him off.
“Don’t even fucking think it,” he growled, bounding up the stairs two at a time.
“Adrian…”
“No.” He took her in his arms, her head resting in the cradle of his shoulder. Compared to him she was so small and delicate he felt like a caveman. The urge to protect his mate was so strong he trembled with it. “You’re not going anywhere.”
“I have no clothes,” she said, smiling softly. “I have to go and at least get those.”
He pulled back and looked down at her. “I think you look beautiful.”
She rolled her eyes. “What happened to your car?”
“Someone decided to sharpen their claws on my tires.”
Her jaw clenched, her eyes flashed red and her back stiffened in anger. He could feel her claws digging into his back.
“That is so fucking hot.”
She frowned. “What is?”
“Watching you go all Xena on me. Makes me want to dress you in leather and bend you over a tree trunk.”
She raised one brow, the regret gone from her eyes as she glared up at him. “Pig.”
“Didn’t we already have this discussion? Oink oink, baby.”
Her lips twitched.
“Go on upstairs. I have a long robe you can wear. It’s hanging inside the bathroom door. You’ll have to come down and talk to Gabe and the others, but then we should be able to get some sleep.”
“What about your car?”
“Max and Simon can help me replace the tires first thing in the morning. Belle can walk with you to work.”
“I repeat: in what clothes?”
He frowned thoughtfully. “Good point. Let me call Max back. Emma can get some of your clothes from your hotel room.”