So tight. So fucking tight.
I could hardly breathe as I pushed my cock into her dripping pussy. She was so fucking wet. So warm. And so tight, my balls squeezed high, ready to explode after just one thrust. But I was not about to blow my load without feeling her slick heat pulse around me,
“Fuck, Baby, you feel so fucking good. That’s it. Take me. Take all of me,” I growled, pushing deeper, and angling her hips so I could stroke her just right.
Her nails scratched down my back, and I growled, my Lion loving her animal side. Nova was so different from any woman I’d ever known. And I didn’t mean just because she was a fucking knockout. It was everything combined.
Her brains, her beauty, her magic, her beast, her wit, her insecurities, her confidence, her scent. Her. Just Her. It was always her. The way she opened to me was like a homecoming. She welcomed me with her body as I fed her inch by inch of my dick until she held my entire length inside her quivering sheath, and nothing had ever felt better.
Mine. Mine. MINE.
I pushed her knees further apart, needing her nice and wide so I could watch as I filled her again and again, thrust after thrust.
“Play with yourself,” I commanded, and she didn’t offer one protest.
Nova merely ran her hand down my stomach, making me tense as she circled the base of my cock with her fingers, moaning as she felt every thrust and pivot of my hips. I didn’t know a woman could be so mesmerizing. Maybe it was witchcraft. Maybe it was just her. My heart thudded and my pulse raced.
Her rosemary peppermint fragrance permeated the air, mixed with my own male musk and the scent of sex. So good. So damn good. I watched as Nova dragged her fingers higher, sliding along her wet folds until she found her clit.
“Good girl,” I grunted, and she was. My good girl. My sexy Vixen.
My eyes were fixated on where she circled her swollen nubbin, harder and faster according to my thrusts. So sexy. Such a good girl. Listening to my commands. She was so damn good at taking my cock. Shit. I was gonna come.
“Faster, Baby. That’s it. You like that, don’t you? Now, be a good girl, and come on my cock, Nova,” I growled and felt her squeeze all around me.
“Asher,” she moaned my name.
“Come for me. Now.”
I growled as her pussy squeezed and quivered around my cock as I spurted my release inside her. My fangs descended. The need to claim her with my bite was so fucking strong, but I pulled back, needing her consent before I did anything close to claiming her. I couldn’t stop moving. Not for a long while. Dragging out our pleasure, I rocked my hips against hers until I felt every last sweet squeeze and pulse of our orgasms still.
It was so fucking quiet in the house, but to me, it was loud. The sounds of our breathing and the pounding of our hearts, not to mention my Lion who was roaring like a motherfucker inside my mind’s eye. I pulled out of her slick heat, eyes down as I watched as a trickle of my release slide down her inner thigh.
Not thinking clearly yet, I swiped it with my finger, sliding it back into her hole and rubbing it inside, wanting to keep it there. Nova whimpered, eyes closed as she shivered with the intensity of what we’d just shared.
Fuck.
I removed my hand and rolled onto my back, trying to catch my breath. My heart was pounding so fucking hard and Nova, she was panting as well. My Lion snarled, the beast angry at me for withdrawing too soon.
Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.
We laid there side by side for several minutes before either of us moved, and she did first. I was still stunned. Shocked by what happened, I expected her to be flippant or rude, to scream at me for taking advantage, or something. But she did none of those things. It was like a wall dropped between us, and she slid from my bed and went into my bathroom.
I didn’t have to be a Shifter to know something was wrong and that it was my fault. I should have handled that better. But how could I know touching her was going to change everything? My phone buzzed from somewhere on the floor, and I ignored it, standing up and going to the bathroom door. I touched the handle, expecting it to be locked, but that didn’t make it hurt any less.
“Nova?” I said her name.
No answer. Fuck.
I heard the shower come on, and I frowned. If she wanted to get washed, she just had to say so. But why not answer me? No. Something was wrong. I grabbed the doorknob and without overthinking it, I crushed the thing under my hand and pushed my way inside.
“What are you doing?” she asked from inside the shower stall.
Her eyes were wide, and tear tracks were visible down her cheeks. I frowned. I made her cry. Maybe I was the fucking asshole.
“You got out of bed too soon,” I said, joining her in the stall.
It was big enough to hold both of us and still have some feet of space. There were multiple shower jets, but she’d only turned on the main one, so with a little adjusting of temperature, I put them all on. Nova gasped, and I grinned, pouring some body wash onto a loofah.
“Turn around,” I instructed, but she frowned at me. “Turn. Around.”
“No. Look, it’s obvious you were upset in there, and I get it. The real thing isn’t always the fantasy—”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I asked, stunned.
“There’s this quote I read once from Rita Hayworth. Do you know who she was?” she asked me.
She stared up at me with her clear blue eyes so damn big and pretty, her hair all slicked back and wet, I almost forgot what she was saying. But I nodded. My mother was a classic movie buff, so yeah, I knew who Rita Hayworth was. I was also something of a thriller reader and Stephen King had quite the story about the Hollywood icon. Curiosity held me in its grips as I wondered what the hell my sweet Vixen was going on about.
Patience, I told myself. I needed to tread slowly if I wanted this thing to grow. I knew rushing her was a bad idea. But once Nova understood where I was coming from, maybe she could wrap her gorgeous brain around the fact that I was the only man for her. Even thinking it, I knew it was true. I’d had a taste of my Vixen, and I was not giving her up.
“Well, she said every man she ever slept with went to bed with Gilda, probably her most famous role, and woke up with her. So, you see, I’m saying I understand, Asher. You had all these expectations of me—”
I couldn’t listen to another word. Did she think I was fucking disappointed? Shit. I really was the asshole. Shaking my head, I grabbed her face and pulled her to me, claiming her mouth with mine. She pulled back, as if she wanted me to stop, but I wasn’t going to. No fucking way. I kissed her harder, demanding she let me in.
Finally, she stopped struggling, and instead of pushing me away, she pushed herself into my arms. Our bodies were slick with water, but I was a motherfucking Lion. When I grabbed my woman, there was no way I was letting her fall. I hoisted her up, my palms on her ass, and she wrapped her legs around my waist.
“You think I was disappointed? You think I was expecting more than that?”
“Weren’t you?” she asked, panting against my lips.
I growled, stepping out of the shower, and I walked with her in my arms back to my bed. I was enraged. I was horny. And no, I did not bother with towels. I had to prove to Nova how I felt, and I was a man of few words. So, I fell on top of her instead. Pressing my body into hers right on the rumpled blanket where we’d just fucked.
“You stole the breath from my body, Baby. I’ve been wanting inside your tight little pussy since the first day I saw you. Even then, I knew you were mine. But I let other shit get between us.”
“What? Y-you wanted me since then?” she asked, her eyes wide as I notched my cock right at her entrance.
“Every fucking day since then. I’ve dreamed of this pussy. Longed for it. Warned others at work to stay the fuck away from you. I made you fucking hate me,” I growled and pressed in another inch, spreading her wide and groaning at how good she felt.
“But you do hate me—oooh!” she moaned as I pressed in deeper.
“Hate you? Does it feel like I hate you? Look how fucking hard you make me, Vixen. Only you do this to me. Hate you? I couldn’t hate you if I tried. You. Are. Everything,” I snarled and buried myself to the hilt inside her tight pussy.
“Fuck, you’re soaked for me, Baby,” I moaned when I felt how wet and hot she was.
“Asher,” she whimpered as I held myself still. “Need you.”
“What do you need me to do? To fill this pussy? I am. I’m right here. Feel me,” I growled, licking a path from her neck to her mouth.
Fuck. This woman. I needed to own her. To fill her with my seed, my scent. And yes, to mark her with my bite. Maybe three years was long enough.
“Your mine, Nova, tell me,” I said, flexing my hips and loving the feel of her walls tighten with every slide and stroke.
“Yours. I’m yours.”
“Nod your head if you mean it, Baby. That’s it. You're mine. No one else’s. Just mine.”
“Yes. Yours, Asher. I’m yours,” she moaned, clinging to me, and scratching my shoulders, breaking the skin there, and fuck yes, I loved it.
“Come for me, Baby. Tell me what you need to come.”
“You, Asher. I just need you,” she said, and that was it.
“You got me, Baby. You got me, always,” I growled, and struck, biting her between her neck and shoulder.
Her pussy squeezed my dick as her orgasm pulsed through her and I didn’t bother holding onto my own release. No, instead, I chased her right into oblivion, spilling my seed and reveling in our matebond as it wrapped around us.
Mine.