Chapter Four
Christie didn’t understand the needs roiling through her.
She couldn’t understand them. If Jake had asked to cum on her chest the way this stranger was doing, she’d have thought him insane. She certainly wouldn’t have agreed to it. She sure as shit wouldn’t have asked him to do that to her. No fucking way!
But tonight was different.
She needed Mundo inside her. She needed to be fucked. But she needed this more, and she didn’t understand why.
The scent of him surrounded her as he pelted her chest with his seed for the second time. His heavy breathing made her stomach clench, and the speed in which he’d gotten hard again filled her with the empowering knowledge that this sex god before her, this beautiful beast of a man could get hard almost immediately for her.
When the sounds of his ragged panting echoed around the vestibule, she looked at him once more, caught his eye and whispered, “Again.”
A frown puckered his brow, but it wasn’t in annoyance or anger. It was with discomfort.
Almost as soon as she’d whispered the word, his cock had responded, twitching back to life in a way that had her eyes widening in astonishment.
The ragged panting stopped and was replaced with an almost agonized groan. He had to be incredibly sensitive, his body half-wrung out by what she’d asked of him.
Hell, Jake had been out for the count once he’d orgasmed. They’d had many an argument about his inability to keep it together after he’d cum so that he could see to her needs too.
But not so with James. His body responded to what she needed, and God, how she loved that. How it filled her with fire. How it set her alight and made her burn.
She licked her lips as he leaned forward, his hands falling onto his knees for support. She took the time to scrabble onto her back, urging her hips up so she could shuck out of her PJs. She was blind to the fact she’d been wearing flannel for this, their first time together. She might bemoan it later, but for now, she didn’t care. She needed him like she’d needed nothing else in her life, and she’d have him. Because he was made for her. His body was made for her.
The knowledge came out of nowhere, but it empowered her. It made her forget about the twenty pounds she’d been telling herself to lose for the past three years. She forgot about the stretch marks on her hips and the dimpled flesh of her ass.
She knew, knew he’d seen all her flaws and didn’t care a damn about them. She saw the conflagration in his eyes when she bared herself to him—saw the power of his want, his need for her. No one else. Just her.
Christie let her hips drop to the ground and she spread her legs the instant she could. A growl roared from him as he saw her, all of her for the first time, and before she could utter a word, he was on his knees and on her. His mouth connecting with her pussy, his tongue diving deep into her slit.
Her hips slammed up again as her fingers slid into his hair, holding his head against her. “I need you to cum on my pussy,” she moaned into the air, and his grunt told her he’d heard, would obey, but that he was busy at the moment.
She shuddered when he sucked hard on her clit. His tongue lashed the underside before he sucked down hard once more, and just like that, she came. It roared through her like a tidal wave of sensation, filling her to overflowing with a powerful blast of pleasure. A scream escaped her as he gave her no reprieve, his tongue continuing to tease her, but this time by fucking her. She needed him in her, needed him to take her and to stake his claim on her, but she needed his seed first.
Her senses clamored for it. Deep inside her veins, she was answering a call that seemingly came from nowhere. She had no choice but to heed its hungry yearning, even if that meant ignoring her own needs.
As orgasm ripped through her once more, this time as he slid two thick fingers into her cunt and lashed her clit with his tongue at a speed that had her eyes rolling back into her head. She let out another scream that was sure to have the neighbors turning the sound down on their TV sets in curiosity.
But she didn’t care.
James was fulfilling her needs, giving her what she craved—what she’d been craving since she’d met him.
When he pulled away, his tongue leaving her clit, she wanted to cling to him, but she knew her body couldn’t handle any more attention there. Not unless she felt like passing out.
He seemed to have sensed that because this time, he climbed over her like a hungry, prowling big cat. It made sense. Maybe that was what kind of Shifter he was, but she doubted it. He was too big, his muscles too long and large. She didn’t know a lot about Shifters, but she knew they tended to have the same characteristics as their animal counterpart. And considering the pelt on his chest, although not ugly, she had to figure he was a bear, especially when she took his size into consideration.
Before she could ponder anymore, she felt the heat from him seep into her bones even though he kept a mere handful of inches between them. He rested one hand beside her head, used that to prop him upright, and looked down between them.
A little unease crept into her head as she looked down her body and his. She was plump. Curvy. Fat, her mother had told her the last time she’d visited. He was hard, muscled, chiseled with strength. It seemed impossible that a man like him could want a woman like her, but when her gaze reached his cock, and she saw how hard it was, how red it was as though it was burning with need for her, she realized how she aroused him, how the need between them was mutual and desperate on both sides.
A shuddery breath escaped as she saw his hand was gripping his shaft once more. She had a perfect view of the tip, could see the beads of pre-cum peeping out from the crown as he jacked off between her legs. She felt like closing her eyes, the visual splendor before her almost too much to handle, but she needed to see this. It was a display—a display for her, and she watched, waiting with bated breath for the imminent explosion.
When it came, his white pearly seed spraying her cunt, mingling with her clear juices, marking her lips and inner thighs, she felt another orgasm rip through her.
She didn’t know where it came from. She had no clue. It was just there, burning behind her eyes, scorching through her veins, and ramming into her body with a force she didn’t know how to control. It slalomed its way through her, ravaging every part before choice and decision were taken from her. Unable to take much more, her body decided to shut down as James’s seed answered the mating call that had been driving her to desperation these weeks past.
The blackness that overcame her was wondrous, a wonderful blanket that allowed her to escape, because even with such a fugue, she knew she was safe.
That this man would kill to protect her, to defend her, and ensure her wellbeing.
It was why she didn’t fight the darkness, why she let it encompass her in its protective cocoon. Because deep down, even though parts of her were still confused, she knew the truth—James Aston, criminal, ex-con, felon… was her mate.
And she was his as much as he was hers.