Echoes of Fire (The Mercury Pack #4)(32)
Madisyn wasn’t sure what woke her, but her eyelids fluttered open. It was dark. The other side of the bed was empty, but she wasn’t alone in the house. She knew it. And as she looked at the door to the en suite bathroom, Bracken silently strode out. Naked. Skin gleaming with the rays of moonlight that filtered through the blinds.
He stalked to the foot of the bed, flicked the covers off her body, and grabbed her ankles.
She frowned. “Wait—”
He dragged her to him, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and buried his face in her pussy. Mere minutes later, she shattered.
A moan woke Madisyn. It was a long “Oh God, I need to come” moan. And she quickly realized it had come from her. Bracken was moving hard and fast inside her, ramming into her pussy like he’d never get enough.
She wrapped her limbs around him, pretty much holding on for the ride. A ride that made her come twice before he drove deep and came, grunting into her neck.
Demanding hands slid over her as a hot mouth kissed and sucked at her nape, dragging Madisyn out of a deep sleep. She groaned, as tired as she was needy. Was he a damn machine?
“No more,” she slurred. “Later.”
“No. Now.” Spooning her, Bracken hiked up her leg and thrust deep. “Fucking love this pussy.” And then he proved it.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Hands cradling her coffee mug, Madisyn tried not to sink any deeper into her chair. Honestly, she was so exhausted, her eyelids were like lead weights. Bracken had woken her countless times through the night. There was little he hadn’t done to her body. At this point, he probably knew it better than she did. He’d certainly staked his claim on her in his own way.
He’d continued staking said claim this morning, waking her by lashing her clit with his tongue. After eating her out, he’d joined her in the shower and fucked her against the tiled wall. Every muscle in her body felt loose, languid, and deliciously used. Well, at least the touch-hunger had been well and truly sated.
Cup in hand, Bracken boldly stared at her, eyes glittering with intensity and sheer male satisfaction. He’d twisted both their chairs so that they were facing each other, his thighs bracketing hers. Each time he cast a glance at the gouges on her kitchen table courtesy of her claws, his mouth curved. Smug bastard.
“I’ll be making an announcement to the pack about us this morning.” Idling rubbing her thigh, he sipped his coffee. “Want to be there?”
And have them all descend on her in a flurry of hugs and congratulations? Um, no. Madisyn didn’t like fuss. “Can’t. I have to be at the shelter in half an hour.”
Bracken stifled a smile, probably sensing her relief at having an excuse not to go. “Be warned: you’ll probably get dozens of messages welcoming you to the pack.”
“I’m not part of it.”
“Not in the official sense of the word, no. But you’re mine. That makes you a Mercury Pack member by default.”
“They may not welcome a pallas cat.”
He snorted. “Shaya and Ally are overexcited at the idea. Kathy may be leery of you, since she had a bad experience with one of your kind, but it’s mostly because she just doesn’t like change—something you can relate to. And she’s very protective of the pack, sees threats to it everywhere. But you can handle her.” As a huge yawn escaped her, he raised a brow. “Tired?”
“Someone kept me awake a lot last night.”
“I’d say you got more sleep than me. You could’ve warned me that you talk in your sleep.”
She tensed. “I do not talk in my sleep.” Oh, but she knew she did. Makenna had teased her about it endlessly when they lived at the shelter.
“You were mumbling something. I thought you were awake, so I asked what was wrong. You mumbled something else and then said, ‘Ask Old MacDonald; how would I fucking know?’”
Madisyn felt heat rush to her cheeks. She gave a delicate sniff. “I did not say that.”
He chuckled. “You did. Then later you said, ‘Ground Control, this is Major Drake. Yes, it is. You calling me a fucking liar?’”
She calmly took a sip of her coffee. “You were dreaming.”
He chuckled again. “Yeah, that must be it.” His gaze drifted down to the bite on her neck. “Don’t cover it up today. I want people to see it. I want them to know you’re off-limits.”
“Yeah, I got that when you bit it again to make it deeper. Like it wasn’t already far too noticeable.”
“Hey, the brand you left on me is just as noticeable.” His fingers reached back and breezed over the rake marks on his nape, and his mouth again canted up.
She rolled her eyes. “You’re smug about that, aren’t you?”
“Hell, yeah. You clawed me deep enough to scar. I like that.”
“Maybe I was just giving you a taste of your own medicine.”
“Give me as many tastes of it as you want,” he invited. She chuckled, warming all the empty spots inside him. Bracken tilted his head. “I don’t think I’ve ever made you laugh before.”
“You amused me. Mostly when you ground your teeth, or a muscle in your cheek ticked at something I said.”
“I kind of liked it when I made your eyelid twitch or an annoyed flush stain your cheeks.” He took another sip of his coffee. “If I’m honest, I once contemplated trying to irritate you bad enough that you’d have a permanent eye twitch. You just look so cute when you’re cranky. Kind of like your cat.” Placing his empty cup on the table, he leaned forward, smoothing both hands up her thighs. “I want some time with her.”