Xan's Feisty Mate (6 page)

Chapter Four

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B
reezy couldn’t believe her ears. Xan was saying everything she’d ever wanted to hear. Could she believe him? What if he changed his mind? Wolves mated for life she reassured herself, except in her parent’s case, she didn’t know of any other wolves who separated. She took a deep breath and nodded.

“Say it,” he demanded.

“You’re my mate, Xan.”

He bent and kissed her, a sweet so unlike Xan kiss, she felt tears well again. “See, that wasn’t so hard. Was it?” His thumbs brushed away her tears.

She smiled. “You really can be sweet.”

His hands reached for her ribs and began tickling. “Take it back. I am a big, bad ass motherfucker.”

His teasing was a surprise, endearing him to her even more. “You’re that, too. So, when does this debauchery begin?”

Her words had him going stone still. “We don’t need to do it now. I can wait a day or two.”

She threw her head back and laughed. “I’ve waited twenty-seven years. I think I’ve wanted you since I knew what it meant to want a man. There’s no reason to wait, unless you’re not up for the task.” She looked pointedly down at his lap. The large erection evident. Thankfully she was a nurse and knew he would fit, even though he looked like he’d stuffed a third arm down his sweats.

“Woman, you truly are a bad girl. Damn, I’m a lucky bastard.” He lifted them both in one motion from their seated position in the recliner, her arms went around his neck making him realize she trusted him with her safety.

“Hmm, I think I might be the lucky one.” She traced his lips with her tongue, making him stumble.

A swat on her ass had her yelping. “That’s one. I owe you nineteen more.”

The sting his slap caused didn’t hurt, but she tensed the entire walk to his room, until he kicked the door shut. “Xan, I’m not into spankings and stuff.” With her arms around his neck, her legs locked around his waist, she explained about her childhood, and the beatings she’d endured on a regular basis from her mother. By the time she finished, minutes had passed, and Xan maneuvered them onto the big bed.

“Oh, honey, your mother needs to be strung up by her fingers and have her eyes plucked out one by one. That’s just for starters. I’d like to...” She stopped his tirade with a kiss. His vehemence on her behalf was endearing, but she didn’t want anyone else in their bedroom.

“I only told you so you’d understand where I’m at. I don’t know if I can be what you want. If you want to stop before we start, I’ll understand.” It would kill her, especially if he chose, or when he chose another. She’d have to leave the pack, but that would be better than knowing she couldn’t be what he needed.

“Your mother has no place here with you and me. We will do only what feels good for the both of us. However, I will spank your ass if you put yourself in danger.” He growled.

She swallowed but nodded. “I’ll do the same to you.”

He laughed. “Good luck with that.”

He twisted their bodies so she lay under him. “Now, where were we?” As his head bent and his mouth covered hers, she forgot about everything except how much she wanted him.

One big hand skimmed up her side, slipping beneath her borrowed T-shirt. Her stomach muscles jumped under his touch. Her nipples beaded, begging for his attention, which he quickly gave as his nimble fingers found one hardened tip, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger.

She pressed her pussy up against the thigh he’d inserted between her legs, and clutched at his back. “Don’t stop, oh god.”

He moved his thigh a little faster, pinched his fingers and kissed her at the same time. She cried out, coming on a scream, but feeling empty.

Breezy sucked in a deep breath, needing to feel him inside her. Her hands worked at the waistband of his sweats, but he stopped her. “Slow down.”

“Fuck that. I want you in me.”

He chuckled. “You’ll have me. I want you so damn much I hurt, but let’s make sure you’re ready.”

Xan lifted up and she stared at his face, amazed at the control he had. He straddled her legs, keeping her from moving and frustration ate at her. “What the hell?”

The diabolical man laughed. “Ssh. I’ll take care of you.” He whisked the shirt over her head, staring down at her breasts, then he bent and licked one then the other tip. “Fucking beautiful.” He pushed her breasts together and buried his face between them. “One day I’ll slide my dick between these, and fuck you here while you lick the tip till I come.”

She moaned. “You’re going to make me a nympho.”

“That’s my girl.” He continued to kiss and lick her in little nips, moving down her stomach.

Breezy watched his blond hair pause by her belly button, his tongue swirl around the little indent as his hands tucked into the leggings. “Lift up.”

She helped him shove her borrowed pants down and watched as they sailed over the side of the bed. His big hands lifted her legs, and spread her for his broad shoulders. Uncaring that the lights in the room were on and he could see every single imperfect ounce of her body, Breezy fell back on the bed, moaning at the first touch of his tongue on her.

He hummed, his hands holding her open while his lips, teeth and tongue brought her to another climax within minutes. Breezy wasn’t sure if it was normal to come so quickly, but she squeezed her eyes shut, clutched the bedding below her and bit her lip instead of screaming out his name.

“I want to hear you. Feel you when you come.” Xan grabbed her hand and put it in his hair.

His eyes glowed up at her almost feral in their expression.

He used the flat of his tongue, becoming more aggressive. She stroked her fingers through his hair, enjoying the silky texture, sure she couldn’t come again, when he pushed a finger inside her.

She closed her eyes, the feel of the thick digit working in and out new, yet an added pleasure. Her thighs gripped him, and she pushed up against his face. Another finger entered her, his speed increased, and then he was licking and sucking her clit with more vigor. He wiggled his tongue, the raspy texture and rougher caress drove her mindlessly closer to a third climax. She panted, and cried out his name, one hand fisting in his hair, the other digging into his shoulder.

“Oh, yes. Xan, right there. Harder.”

Xan eased out from between her legs, licking his fingers. “You taste delicious. I think I will make a meal of you morning, noon and night.”

“We will never get anything done, and we have jobs to do.” She reminded him.

“Fine, then breakfast and dinner.” He kissed her stomach, then stood and tossed his pants to the side.

He surprised her when he crawled on top of her, holding his weight off of her with his strength. “You realize once we do this you’re mine forever. Actually, you’re already mine, so there is no going back. I’m going to mark you and hope like fuck you plan to mark me.”

Breezy looked up at him. “I’m going to mark you so big nobody will be able to miss it, Xander Fucking Carmichael.”

He laughed. “Does that make you Breezy Fucking Carmichael?”

“I’ll get that tattooed on my ass for you.”

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ith a shuffle, he maneuvered them until he was between her spread thighs. He eased forward, watching her face as he rubbed the crown of his cock through her slit. He continued to run the tip against her clit, knowing she was still sensitive there, but not too much, heightening her arousal. Being large all over was a good thing, except when it came to making love to a virgin. He feared he’d hurt her, and wanted to make sure she was ready.

She arched her back as he ran the mushroomed shaped head back and forth over the bundle of nerves, until she clawed at his arms. “Fuck me already.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

Breezy reached between them and gripped his cock, placing it at her entrance. “I’m hurting, but not because of your size. Please.”

A look down at her small hand wrapping around him, her juices coating the tip made him growl. “I’ll go slow.”

He slid inside an inch, stretching her, pleasure making him sweat. He withdrew and pressed back inside another inch and she moaned. Gods, he swore he was dying it felt so good. Another inch and he pulled back out, and then in faster, pausing for her to adjust. When her breathing exhaled, he moved again, driving deeper until he was seated fully.

She opened her eyes, moved her legs higher on his hips and he felt himself sink even deeper. His wolf demanded they claim her now, but he took control, pinning Breezy down with his body above hers, loving how she took all of him without complaint.

“See, I knew we’d fit perfectly.” He withdrew all the way to the head and pushed forward, making her moan.

“Yeah, I am not saying you’re right, but...” she gasped.

He powered back inside, faster, harder, the clenching of her vaginal walls spurred him on. He cupped her hip with one hand, the other he lifted her leg up higher, opening her up wider. Their growls filled the room, and he used both hands to tilt her hips. The action increased the friction and made him hit her clit on each downward thrust. He continued hammering back and forth until she tensed and screamed his name. Her orgasm triggered his and his wolf pushed forward.

Breezy turned her head. “Now.” Her growl sent him over the edge. His canines came down and he bent, licking the spot between neck and shoulder and bit. When he finished he licked again, then needing to feel her teeth in him, he gripped the back of her head and without words, she struck. His cock jerked and semen exploded out, the second climax almost painful in its unexpectedness.

He turned to the side, their bodies still joined and held her against him. “Are you okay?”

“That was hands down the best first time ever.” Her fingers ran over the mark she made.

His dick twitched inside her. “How would you know?”

“Cause it was with you. Was it...I mean...Was it good for you?”

“Baby that was the best time, first, last and middle. Of course, the next will be better, and the one after will be even better. I can guarantee each time will be the best as long as it’s with you.”

“See! Why do you have to say such sweet things? It makes it hard for me to call you names.”

A sobering thought occurred to him. “Did you truly dislike me?”

“No, not really. I mean I just thought you were so far out of my league, and that my wolf was crazy.” She nuzzled his neck.

He pulled out, paying attention to her expression for any sign of discomfort. “I hurt you a little.”

She tried to deny it, but winced as he nudged her opening. “Just a little.”

“Let’s start you a warm bath, or would you rather shift and go for a run. If you shift, you’ll heal faster.”

The thought of going for a run with his mate appealed, but the threat was out there. He’d give her the choice.

“How about a shared bath.” She played with his hair.

Xan held her hand to his chest. “If I got into the tub with you there would be more fucking, and less cleaning, and you’d get even sorer. How about you take a hot bath while I make us something to eat.”

She raised her eyebrows. “You can cook?”

He glanced at her smiling face. “I can cook the necessity things. Steak, eggs, burgers, bacon and shit like that. I can rustle us up something. Don’t you worry your pretty little head. You won’t starve with me, little lady.”

“All right, Chef Boyardee. You get to cooking.” She leaned forward and kissed him, nibbling on his bottom lip. The tender kiss quickly turned into more, but he pulled away.

He stood, stretching his arms above his head. A look over his shoulder and he saw Breezy staring at his ass. “Like what you see?”

“You have a mighty fine ass.”

“So do you. I love the way it’s shaped like a heart and fits in my hands. No skinny twig for me.” He helped her sit up and then because he couldn’t help it, kissed her again. “All right, I’ll go get cleaned up across the hall, then fix us something. You, in the bath, now.”

She saluted him pertly. “Yes, sir.

After he showered he put his ear to his closed bedroom door and could hear her off tune singing. In his kitchen he looked through the fridge and quickly discarded the idea of omelets. He needed meat. Thankfully he always had fresh thawed steaks and hamburger in the fridge. Pulling out three steaks, he grabbed a cast-iron skillet down from the rack above the gas stove and began heating it.

The steaks were almost done when he decided to check on Breezy. He gave a perfunctory knock on the door, and opened it to see her coming out with a towel wrapped around her luscious body. “I was coming to see if you wanted a salad or anything with your steak?”

“Sorry it took me so long. I realized my hair was a hot mess after my first shower, and decided to dry it. I found a hair dryer in your cabinet.” She stammered.

He nodded. “I think its Lyric’s”

“I don’t have any clothes.”

His lips split in a grin. “I’d say what you’re wearing is great, but I think my heart wouldn’t stand it, nor would my dick. Let me grab you a shirt from my closet. We also need to call your dad and explain what’s going on so he and the twins are on guard. Kellen already sent some backup there to make sure nothing was out of place.”

She sucked in a breath. “I didn’t even think of that. Here I am fucking around and...”

He crossed the room and silenced her with a kiss. “You are not fucking around. You were almost killed, taken, or whatever they had planned. Now, we are mated. I’m not gonna apologize for that, except to say I’m sorry it took me so long to come to my senses. If you’re sorry, then we have some major fucking issues.”

“No. Oh, I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry, Xan. I’m a mess.”

He wrapped his arms around her, scented her fear and anxiety, but not one ounce of regret tinged her words. “We will handle everything together. Except when it comes to dealing with this threat, and then you will not be dealing with them. Promise me you will do what I say when I say it. This is non-negotiable.”

“I promise. I want nothing to do with it, or them, whoever they are. You, Kellen, Rowan and whoever else can handle it. I’ll be the good female and hide.” She smiled.