Shifters of Grrr 1 (103 page)

“As if,” Ada said as she lifted her hips trying to get him started.

“I’ll take the challenge.” He reached behind to lift her leg around his waist, and Ada quickly moved the other so that she cradled him within her welcoming, soft thighs.

He withdrew his cock in a testing, inexorable slide and slammed back into her. It had been so long, way too long, and his bear bristled with arousal at the feeling of his cock buried inside his mate, her soft, luscious body cushioning him. He pulled out, faster this time, driving his need to possess her through his deep thrusts. The way she moaned and gripped him vibrated through his body.
 

It was time to claim her.

He eased his cock from her, heard her whimper of loss, and he gritted his teeth. His hands took hold of the flesh of her hips and with ease he flipped her to her stomach.

“Hands and knees, babe,” he panted, “It’s time.”

He had no idea why he hadn’t done this earlier when they’d first been together, claiming her as his own, so that their full commitment to each other might have prevented their separation.

Now she knelt before him on the bed, the soft globes of her ass beckoning. In close, one hand on her hip to steady her, the other on his cock, he pushed through the entrance of her cunt again.
 

No stopping this time, he pulled back and thrust hard.

Ada made a small sound.

“Too hard? Sorry babe…”

She shook her head. “More, I want all of you, right to the very depth of me.”

Fuck, yeah. The force in which he took her had them both uttering primal sounds between snatches of harsh breaths. He moved across her body, laying himself over her ass, her back, his weight taken on one arm that rested outside of hers. He nipped, mouth and teeth, at the top of her spine, and with his other hand, took her hair, winding it into a tight knot around his fist.

“Let me mark you, Ada.”

Her cunt gripped him, seeming to welcome the idea.

“Do it,” she gasped.

He tilted her head to the side holding it steady and took his mouth to the junction where her neck and shoulder met. Brushing his lips across the area he intended to mark, Ranger was astounded at how natural this seemed. He’d never marked a mate before, never discussed it with his shifter friends or his parents, but this instinct, this desire to make her his, was so strong he had an innate sense of what to do.

Back and forwards he went with his mouth, the brushing movement turning into a nuzzle as his cock seemed to double in size. He knew he had a couple more thrusts before he’d be pumping her full of his hot cum. His balls drew up tight, the tingling sensation that had rippled along his spine now settling like an intense ball of energy at the base.
 

The time had come to let go. With a deep rumble that became a roar, he sank his teeth into Ada’s soft flesh bringing a long cry from her as another orgasm shuddered through her body. The clenching of her pussy, the taste of blood in his mouth, made him thrust hard and deep until he froze, spurting his cum in long pulses.

Ranger worked his hand over the top of hers, drawing it underneath her so that the top of her panting body rested on the bed. His mouth never left the place where he’d bitten, his tongue laving at the spot, pulling whimpers and shudders from her. Every time he tongued his mark, her pussy gripped him again.
 

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

~ADA~

Ada woke the next morning to the delicious feeling of Ranger suckling her breast. When she shifted her arm to clasp his head to her, the glorious deep ache at the junction of her neck and shoulder sent a wave of heat through her body. Her pussy throbbed, and she nudged one leg between Ranger’s hard thighs, throwing another over the top shamelessly rocking against him.

She was marked.

His claiming of her to be his mate had woken some animalistic part of her. She couldn’t get enough of him. As she rocked her way to a deep and rising arousal, Ranger became rougher, his teeth grazing her nipple as he drew it deeper into the warm cavern of his mouth. She began to pant, an orgasm whistling up from the depths threatening to strike at any moment. Things didn’t normally work that quickly for her, but everything Ranger did seemed like sex on steroids.

His hard cock nestled against her soft stomach and the slickness of his arousal seeping from its tip, lubricated the skin where their bodies met. He’d started to move too, matching his long thrusts with deep growls that vibrated over her sensitive nipple.

In one move, she pulled his mouth off her and rolled him onto his back, lifting her leg so that she straddled him. His erection jabbed her behind, and she wriggled back.

“That’s it, sweetheart; get my cock into that needy cunt of yours.”

Filthy talk always ratcheted up her arousal, and she raised her hips reaching to wrap her hand around his erection. Much and all as she wanted it inside her, she wanted to tease him, too. Keeping her grip on his cock, Ada ran her tongue around her lips, watching for the moment Ranger realised what she was about to do.
 

“Fuck, Ada, do you want to suck me?”

She grinned. Yes, indeed she wanted to suck him, and as he’d done to her the previous evening, she maintained eye contact as she executed a reverse prowl towards the foot of the bed. She ran her tongue around her mouth, making her lips wet and shiny, then wrapped her hand in a firm hold around the base of his cock canting her head a little.

“Good morning, handsome cock. Are you standing to attention all for me?”

“Yep, every inch, all yours.” Ranger’s voice fell an octave to a husky snarl.

Ada nudged his legs open and lowered herself, taking her mouth slick and slow over the broad, shiny head. She kept everything soft and wet tasting him, salty lubrication already gathered at the tip. Gradually, she took him deeper into her mouth, one hand moving between his legs as if to test the weight of his testicles and add pressure to that sensitive spot right behind.
 

His hips jerked at her touch, and she consumed a satisfied sigh at the idea of holding all that control between her hands and her mouth. Her throat relaxed, taking him deeper, curving her tongue along the shaft. His body all but vibrated, and the clench of his fists suggested his bear was wide awake and ready for some action. Just as she liked him.

Ada squeezed her legs together, contemplating for one moment switching around so that he could lick her pussy while she sucked him; but, no. He was under her power, forced to lie back and take what she wanted to give him. He could tear holes in the sheets with his tight fists if he had to, but this little play was hers alone to direct.

She started to bob her head, tongue flat, throat open, trying to take him as deep as possible. When he touched the back of her throat, she made a short gagging motion. Damn, he was big. She eased back up the shaft, gathering a breath and moved down for a second attempt, hands and weight on his hips to prevent any involuntary thrusts. This time she fought the gag reflex, and swallowed instead pulling a tortured oath from Ranger. His cock jumped, his knees rising in response, and Ada seized the opportunity to rub her tits across the coarse hair of his thighs. Hell yeah, that worked; one hard demanding cock in her mouth and a big load of nipple stimulation.
 

“Fu-uck, A-da.”

He sounded in agony, and she could feel the strain throughout his body as he tried not to move. She eased back up his shaft, saliva spilling down her chin as she gave him a saucy wink before slowly working him back into her mouth.

“I’m close, babe,” he said as a warning, his hand reaching to take her off him.

To hell with that, she wanted him to finish in her mouth, and each time she took him deeper. Then his cock swelled more, his hand in her hair gripping so hard her scalp prickled. She nudged his arm away; this was her gig, and she wasn’t about to let him take control. A couple more sucks, and he became still and rigid, and with a long rattling moan, filled her mouth with thick spurts of cum.

She crawled back up his body and stole a kiss from him.

“Good morning, Ada, you sexy little beast. What do you think about becoming my new alarm clock?”

“I like the way you think.”

“I’ll keep your batteries charged and—” The phone on the bedside table rang.

Ranger pulled her back onto him, his mouth seeking hers as his finger blindly swiped across the phone screen to answer. In seconds, he was easing out from beneath her, and with the phone pressed to his ear he left the room.

Ada curled herself into the sheet to wait for his return. Surely he wouldn’t leave her high and dry…or high and wet, as she was in this case.

She must have dozed, because when she checked the clock it was after seven, and although a good half hour had passed, there was no sign of Ranger. She threw back the covers and slid out of bed.

Damn, she was sore in all the places she hadn’t been touched in way too long.

She grabbed one of Ranger’s t-shirts from where it hung, discarded, over the back of a chair and pulled it over her head. Unlike most girls she knew who wore their boyfriend’s clothes, Ranger’s didn’t engulf her. In fact, given that she almost matched his six feet two inches, the t-shirt barely reached her hips.
 

In the bathroom, she studied his mark on her neck. She turned in the mirror touching her finger to the deep purple contusion radiating in all directions from the teeth marks. It was tender, and it made her smile.
 

His mate.

She set off to find him following the smell of coffee wafting from the kitchen.

“…I’ve already explained why I’m not doing it.”

He was still talking with his back to her. He looked delectable in a pair of loose linen pants, multi-tasking like an awesome PA as he fixed two cups of coffee with the phone tucked beneath his ear. His torso was bare, his back muscles playing beneath skin tanned from being in Asia during New Zealand’s winter. A few seconds of perving at him and her pussy appealed for the relief it was yet to enjoy.

“Oh, nice, Dad, so now you’re playing the loyalty card,” he said, his voice tight and low.

Wow, he was pissed off, and given that he adored his parents, there must be some trouble in the family to make him speak so harshly. She figured she should give him some privacy rather than eavesdrop on what sounded like a difficult personal conversation.

She stepped quietly out of the kitchen, but as Ranger placed the coffee pot back on the element, he swung around to face her. No sneaking away from shifters with their heightened sense of smell.

Ada waved her hand in a gesture that she hoped told him to go ahead and finish his conversation, and then headed towards the balcony, unease gripping her stomach. Before she even reached the door, he’d grabbed her hand and spun her to face him.

“We need to talk, Ada, and it’s fucking serious. You’re not to go off at me, rushing to conclusions…nothing like that, okay? We’re going to talk.”

The look on his face sent a thread of concern to weave a protective cover for her heart. In that instant, instinct told her it was happening again
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She shook her head backing away from him. “No…no, Ranger.”

She tugged, but he wouldn’t release her hand.

“Yes, babe, come on.”

He pulled her over to the sofa and made her sit with him. Still, she scurried like a scared animal to the far corner of the seat, curling up in a physical display of the way she wanted to shield herself from what he was about to tell her.

In his proximity, with easy access to touching her, he had a better chance of breaking her down. She had no intention of allowing him to do that.

Ada saw the flash of panic in his eyes as he tried to settle himself. Shifters might be able to intuit things beyond the capabilities of humans, but they had no hope of hiding their own emotions in their eyes. Whatever he’d agreed to during that phone call clearly compromised their relationship.
 

“What’s happened? You’ve accepted another mission haven’t you?” Her words flew out like a hail of bullets.

He cleared his throat. “It’s a safe mission.”

“Safe? Do you think I’m an idiot? If it’s safe, there must be someone else who can do it. Why you?”

He patted his thigh. “Come here. I hate this distance between us.”

“No. Hands off.”

Ranger took his hand behind his head, rubbing the back of his skull. “Okay. I know what I said yesterday, and I wouldn’t have accepted the job if it was in any way dangerous, and if my father hadn’t specifically asked me to do it.”

Ada kept her focus on a place on the carpet, at an apex of a shadow cast by a magnificent bronze bear sculpture. Ranger paused, giving her a moment to say something, but she couldn’t find words to pull her out of the overwhelming sense of fear clouding her mind.

“Romer’s in trouble.”

“Oh, what a surprise. Has your Playbear brother knocked up a princess?”

“Not that sort of trouble.”
 

He ran his fingers down her arm, and she slapped his hand away. She used to love the way he was so tactile, always having to stroke her and hold her, but now she saw it as the way he broke down her barriers.