Milla
“I’m yours,” I moaned, knowing they were the truest words I’d ever spoken. I. Was. His.
The flames might’ve been dying down in the background, but the blaze between us was out of control. Those words, those words that seemed benign or even creepily possessive to humans, were fuel to our beast, a vow between them sealing us together before our bite ever did. I was his and he was mine. It might not make sense, but there was no arguing it, both of our gators rumbling loud enough for us to hear. Shit, the people in the next town over might have heard them.
Before I could fully process the enormity of what had just happened, Justice had my back flat against the hood of my car, his lips devouring mine, owning mine, making claim.
My hands scrambled to pull his shirt off, needing to feel his skin against mine. Fuck that we were out in what was technically public, the chances that someone called the fire department far greater than I cared to admit to myself, I needed him, Justice, my mate, now. All of him.
As if taking my cue, he leaned back just enough to remove his shirt as I fumbled with mine. We’d have time for sweet seduction later, now...now we needed, and needed in a way that didn’t allow for little niceties like stripteases and slow undressing. The second my shirt was off, he pressed against me, my arms still fumbling with my damn bra, something he put a quick stop to as he popped the front opening, the one where there was no actual clasp. Good mate. Strong mate. Mine.
He mumbled something about perfect before his mouth found my breast, which as it turned out, had a direct connection to my pussy because I could feel the moisture building there. I was so ready for him. Ready in a way I never had been before and never even dreamed was possible.
“Need” was all I got out as my head fell back as he tugged on my nipple sending my body further into a tailspin of lust. The man had magic freaking teeth and goodness help me I loved it.
“Patience. Patience,” he chortled, although I could hear the strain in his voice, he was just as desperate as I was. Not that I couldn’t already tell by the way his cock was made of steel pressed against me through our jeans.
“We’re wearing too many clothes,” I whined as I reached for his button, freeing his cock as fast as my shaking hands could manage. That was better. I wrapped my hand around him and was rewarded with a hiss followed by a drop of pre-cum trickling down to my finger, which I made a show of bringing up to my mouth and licking off with an “mmmmm.”
That was all it took, his gator as close to the surface as mine was. I was twisted around, feet on the ground, jeans pushed down to my ankles in a shorter period of time than humanly possible, but I wasn’t with a human. I was with my gator, my mate, my Justice.
“Now,” I begged, no longer willing to wait, pushing my ass back to make sure he understood without a shadow of a doubt what I wanted. “Get in me.”
“Fuck. Like I could turn you down.” And with that, he entered me with one swift motion, none of the pretense of tenderness needed. We were gators and this was what our beasts needed, what we needed. “Made. For. Me.”
I so very much was. He didn’t move, and at first, I thought it was to make sure I was ready for more, but as I felt his hands on my hips quake slightly, I knew it was to prevent himself from coming too soon. I did that. Me. His mate.
When he began to move, it was a slow motion. Too fucking slow.
“More. Faster. Harder,” I screamed, and he immediately complied, slamming me into the hood of my car more than a few times before I figured out the best way to hold myself. Raw. Powerful. That’s what Justice was and what our first time needed to be.
It wasn’t long before I felt myself cresting and as if sensing it, Justice reached around, his finger dancing over my clit just as I convulsed around him, my teeth longing to sink into him as I did. Damn it, we were facing the wrong way, and I found myself screaming his name instead as he groaned in what sounded liked closemouthed agony as he came inside me.
Good mate. He was waiting for me before he marked me, even at his discomfort.
“Mine,” he growled before collapsing on top of me, pressing my breasts into the hood of the car just as sirens filled our ears. So much for snuggle time. Looked like it was fire-report time instead.
As we scrambled to get our clothes on, not caring that we were seen naked as much as not wanting to go to jail even if only briefly, all I wanted to do was get us alone together so we could say the things that needed to be said. Sadly, that was not meant to be and before my zipper was all the way zipped, freaking Bruno was pulling in with a fire engine behind him.
“Hey, Etienne told me there was an accident. Something about a lantern overturning.” Bruno was lying, giving us our alibi.
I wanted to kick my cousin’s ass for bringing people to what he knew was going to be a mess, but that didn’t appease my gator any.
“He said you guys were here to make sure it didn’t get out of hand with the lack of cell service and all.” He finished his words just as the firefighters got to us, humans at that. Maybe I needed to start thinking of Bruno as a friend even if he’d been an ass about my speeding through town the night I arrived. It wasn’t as if he’d given me a ticket as much as I knew he wanted to.
“We’re going to put out the last of the flames, although it looks good and done now,” the first firefighter said as the other one ran back to the truck doing something with the hose.
He’d been right, the fire was good and dead and they were done with what needed doing in less than an hour, Bruno informing Justice that Etienne had already worked on the paperwork so if he came and signed it in the morning, it’d be good enough before getting back in his truck and leading the firefighters out of there.
“I hate owing bears favors,” Justice growled, his arms wrapping around me tightly.
“We owe Etienne, too, although it was his idea so fuck him, we aren’t gonna do shit for him.” I stood up on my tiptoes, kissing him deeply. “Want a ride home, sexy?”
“What’s the fare?” He played along, looking down his lashes at me all southern-belle style.
“Sexual favors, but of course.”
He was in the front seat of my car before I fished the keys from my pocket.
“What the fuck!” he screamed as he jumped out of the car.
“Did I mention, I need to stop at Tansy’s on the way?” I called to him doing my best not to crack up and failing miserably.