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Kamaria
“Grant.” He kept pacing, pulling at his hair like it would solve whatever problem he made up in his head. “Grant!” That got his attention, then he was staring at my breast, which from the way it felt was still bleeding a little. He’d claimed me, my whole being wanted to do a fucking happy dance, but first I had to convince the big lug that was pacing that he didn’t hurt me.
“Look at me Grant, no not at my mating mark, at me, there you go. You didn’t hurt me; did I sound like I was being hurt. Okay, yeah in all fairness I did kind of, but I wasn’t in pain. You didn’t hurt me.” He didn’t look like he believed me, so I went to him. Grabbing his face in my hands I brought him down to my level, kissing him softly. “If you hurt me, would I do that?” He cocked his head like a dog, not that I’d ever tell him that.
“I didn’t hurt you. You’re sure?” He ran a finger over my mating mark and my nipple practically jumped to attention, begging for more. His eyes betrayed the desire he still had for me. This wasn’t about him regretting what he did, this was about his fear of hurting me. I needed to show him with actions, because he wasn’t going to believe words.
“I’m more than sure, come back to bed and I’ll show you how sure I am.” When I’d kissed him originally, I wasn’t planning any of this. I never thought in a million years he’d claim me, but when he did it was like pieces of myself started locking in place. Everything seemed a little clearer, a little more vibrant. I needed to claim him to complete the link. I knew when I did, I’d feel whole. Grabbing his hand, I led him to the bed for the second time, this time I pushed him onto his back. Reaching for his boxers I snatched them off, throwing them over my shoulder before taking in what can only be described as bronze statue worthy. I mean the Statue of David has that tiny little pecker and everyone thinks it's grand, but what Grant is packing is like a whole other level. I won’t lie. I have a mild concern that it won’t fit, okay more than a mild concern. It jumped against his belly as I stared at it. Holy shit did it just grow more? My eyes must have told my inner fears.
“I don’t want to hurt you Kam.” Oh, this man and I were going to have some serious talks about what I was capable of handling. “Fuck.” His fists were clenched at his sides, like he didn’t trust himself to touch me. Oh, he was in for a rude awakening.
“I’m not glass, I don’t break so easily.” I crawled up the bed, running my hands up his thighs along the way. Goosebumps broke out along his skin, giving me a feeling of control like I’d never experienced. Here was a man who had enough power to be an alpha but was giving me complete control. The fact that he put his trust in me, even after finding out what I was sent for, spoke volumes. I wouldn’t let myself believe him claiming me was anything more than his animal taking over. When I claimed him though it would be all me, I wanted to mark him as mine, even if I couldn’t keep him.
Gonna mark him, gonna make him ours.
Even my inner animal was a happy little bitch after the orgasm we just had. Her tail was up, and she was prancing like a damn trained poodle waiting for a treat.
Kissing the inside of his thigh, his muscle jerked, but he kept his hands firmly fisted at his sides. “Oh, my big beautiful man, haven’t you learned that control is not your friend around me yet. Stop holding yourself back, I can take whatever you dish out.” I came eye to cock with him, blowing hot air against him. His cock jumped with anticipation.
“I want you to lose control.” I kissed right above his balls.
Jump.
“I need it.” I kissed him again further up.
“I crave it.” I kissed the tip of him, flicking out my tongue to taste him.
Suddenly his hands were on me, I was being flipped onto my back and he was breathing heavily on top of me. Whoa, he moved fast for a big guy, and damn if I didn’t find that sexy as fuck. His eyes were flashing back and forth between his animal and him. I did that to him, I made him lose control, and I fucking loved it.
He nudged my legs and they opened to him, stretching as far as they could to fit him. Without delay he was there at my entrance, rubbing the head of his cock against me. I was clawing at him, trying to pull him inside of me, but he refused to be goaded anymore.
“Naughty mate, trying to get your way.” His lips captured mine in a slow sensual kiss, telling me exactly who was really in charge of this rodeo. “Is this what you want beautiful?” He slid the tip inside of me and my eyes rolled into the back of my head from the pleasure. I nodded murmuring my approval.
“Yes, please Grant.” I tried pulling him towards me again, but it was like trying to move a boulder. “Please, I need you.” I whimpered and he slid in another inch. “More. Please give me more.” I felt like fucking Oliver Twist asking for more food, but I gave zero shits. That dick was mine, and I wanted it all. This could be the only time I get it, no fucking way I wasn’t getting the full experience.
“More, baby I got more for you.” He slid in deeper. “Right.” He pulled out a little, I whimpered out a complaint. “Here.” And he slammed all the way home, my back arched off the bed, there was pleasure mixed with a little pain at the stretching. My nails scored his back as I felt him pulse inside me. “Jesus, Mother Mary, and Joseph.” He breathed out, looking down at me in wonder.
“Yeah, that about sums it up nicely, hot stuff.” I smiled up at him, reassuringly. “Now is there more to this show, or should I ask for a refund.” His smile lit up his entire face, making him almost too beautiful to look at.
“Oh, that was just the prologue. Let’s get to the meat of the story.” He started moving, slowly at first, watching my face for any distress, but soon he found his rhythm. His grip on my hips increasing just slightly, his muscles in his arms working overtime to keep him from squishing me. I was afraid he would pop his stitches for a minute, but then I didn’t give a fuck as I started chasing my orgasm.
“Grant. Grant. Grant.” I was chanting his name louder and louder as my orgasm started barreling its way through me. “Please I need you with me, tell me you’re close.” Sweat started to dot his forehead, his jaw muscles were tensing.
“Need you to finish first.” He kept pumping away, swiveling his hips slightly to hit the perfect spot. “Need to make you happy.” His whole body was focused on me, on making me explode. I pulled him down to my lips for a quick kiss before burying my face in his neck. So close, just another second and I was going to detonate, that’s when I bit him. I thought I would be grossed out by his blood on my tongue, but instead it set off my orgasm skyrocketing me to oblivion. His movements faltered only slightly before he became reckless in them. I was definitely going to have some bruises after this, but they would be well worth it.
“Fuck. Fuck. Kam!” He kept pumping into me through his orgasm like he couldn’t stop until he’d filled me to the brim. Collapsing next to me, he pulled me tightly against his side, like he never wanted to let me go. Warm bubbly feelings filled my belly.
“What did we just do?” What did he mean? What did we just do? I think it was pretty clear what we just did. Did he regret what we just did? “I’m so sorry Kam, I didn’t mean for that to happen.” Was he for real? He didn’t mean for that to happen. Did he not notice that I was the one who initiated what just happened? Rolling on top of him, I sat up straddling him.
“Listen here, Mr. Hot Big Bad Biker Man, I’m pretty sure you weren’t the only one to let that happen.” I poked him in his chest, emphasizing each word. “In fact, if you recall I’m the one who manhandled you, not the other way around. So, stop all of this “you didn’t mean for that to happen” bullshit. Because I sure as fuck meant for that to happen, and I’m not even a tiny, minuscule bit sorry.” He huffed out a laugh shaking his head.
“You meant to claim me? You meant for me to claim you?” He asked his voice full of vulnerability. “We can’t go back now Kam. We’re linked for life. You can never find someone who will make you happy.” He ran his hands up and down my arms, like he was trying to console me. Why did he think I wanted someone else? Did he want someone else? Oh my god what if he had someone he was in love with already, and I just made it impossible for him to be with them.
Kill them, eat their heart, and shit on their remains. He’s ours now.
Well I couldn’t argue with her there.
“Do you?” I sat there staring down at him, not sure I wanted to know the answer. “Is there?” Tears started to pool in my eyes, and pain shot through my heart. “Did I just take you from someone else? Is that why you...why you regret what we just did?” His eyes got as big as saucers and then he started laughing. Okay not cool, you don’t laugh at a lady when she’s being vulnerable, so I punched him in his arm.
“Ouch! You’re fucking solid as a rock. Stop laughing at me, you asshole.” Then his lips were crashing into mine and my mind went blank. Holding my head in his giant fucking paws he called hands, he brushed my hair out of my face looking me in the eyes. I saw tenderness and love in his eyes.
“I regret nothing. Not being inside you, not claiming you, and definitely not you claiming me.” He kissed me again, slow and tender this time. “Kam, I’m not a very smart man. I’m a big idiot who doesn’t know his own size most days. I can’t give you all the things you deserve. And now you are linked to me forever.” He spoke so softly with such pain lacing his voice, like he was preparing himself for me to reject him.
“Yes, we are linked to each other forever. As in both of us. You get the assassin who was sent to kill you, and I get the Big Bad Biker Man. We get each other and all the baggage we each come with. I knew what I was doing when I claimed you, and I regret nothing.” I slid down his body kissing every inch of skin along the way. “This is mine.” I bit his nipple. “You are mine.” I licked up to his earlobe and bit. “End of story.” He growled deep in his chest, I knew I woke the beast, and I was ready for my reward.