Echoes of Fire (The Mercury Pack #4)(70)
He picked her up and threw her on the bed. Madisyn blinked up at him, startled. Her cat came close to purring at all that male power and intensity. His tongue curled around her nipple, and Madisyn arched into his mouth with a gasp. “Bracken.” It was meant to be a demand for more, but it came out sounding like a plea.
Bracken flipped her onto her stomach and licked along her spine. “Head down. Ass in the air. Arch your back.” Defiance stiffened her muscles, but she did as he asked. “That’s my girl.”
Cheek to the mattress, Madisyn fisted the sheets as he lodged the thick head of his cock inside her. She was used to his size now, but the stretch never failed to burn in the best way. When he didn’t surge forward, she tried thrusting back at him, but his grip on her hips kept her still.
“You don’t get my cock until you say it.”
She scowled. “Say what?”
“That you’re what I need, not the bond.” He shrugged when she gaped at him. “You say it or you don’t get cock. Simple.”
“Don’t act like it would be easy for you to pull back.”
“Easy? No, it wouldn’t be easy. But it would be harder to keep seeing those doubts in your eyes than it would be to miss sliding into this pussy.”
“The doubts are gone! Fuck me already!”
“If they’re gone, you can give me what I want.”
Grinding her teeth, Madisyn relented. “I’m what you need.” The breath gusted out of her as his cock rammed into her, shoving its way past swollen muscles and stuffing her full.
Bracken groaned as her hot pussy greedily clenched and rippled around his cock. So fucking tight and wet. “Watching my cock sink inside you has to be one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.” He smoothed his hand down her spine, and then feathered his finger over the bud of her ass. “It’ll look just as hot sliding in here.” Fisting her hair, he withdrew and then slammed home. “Never gonna get enough of this pussy.”
Bracken ruthlessly hammered into her, his pace furious. His wolf loved the image of her bent over, accepting what Bracken gave her. Pussy blazing hot and gorgeously tight, she moaned beneath him, pushing back to meet each brutal thrust. “Play with your clit, baby. Don’t make yourself come—just play with it.”
Madisyn rubbed at her clit, moaning. The friction was building low in her stomach, winding her tighter and tighter, making her pussy quake and spasm. She was totally lost in the feel of his cock thrusting deep, his harsh grip on her hair, and the slap of his balls on—
Her eyes snapped open as a wet finger probed the bud of her ass. “Bracken.” But his finger was already inside, and it felt . . . good. He smoothly drove his finger deeper, and her claws sliced out. Then he was pumping that finger—oh God, that felt even better.
Swept up in the double assault and the complete overload to her senses, every thought in her head scattered, her surroundings fell away. There was only Bracken, the delicious sensations firing through her, and . . . and something else. A strange, unnerving, familiar pull on her psyche that threatened to wrench her brain right out of her head.
The mating bond, she knew.
Curling over her, Bracken put his mouth to her ear. “Don’t fight it.”
She didn’t. She reached for it. Hips bucking, Madisyn sucked in a huge gasp of air as the need already flooding her body intensified until it became so primitive and crushing it was almost unbearable—the mating urge. “Bracken.”
Bracken pulled out, flipped her over, and brutally shoved his cock back into her pussy, his control shattered by an overwhelming animalistic need that swept over him. With her legs hooked over his shoulders, he mercilessly pounded into her, his pace frantic with the desperation to claim her as his. Her pussy tightened and superheated around his cock. “That’s it, baby, come for me.” He slapped her ass hard.
Madisyn’s back bowed as sheer bliss blew through her body, wrenching a hoarse scream out of her throat. Her pussy clamped down on Bracken’s thrusting cock just as his teeth sank into the brand on her neck. He licked and sucked, making it a definitive claiming mark, and Madisyn retained just enough clarity of mind to rear up and bite the crook of his neck, staking her own permanent, irrevocable claim.
Bracken swore against her throat, slamming harder and deeper into her pussy, owning what was his and his alone. As sheer pleasure whipped through him and sizzled down his spine, he stiffened above her and jammed his cock deep. Exploding into his mate with a snarl of her name, he flexed his hips, wanting every bit of his come to be as deep in her body as it could go.
They both collapsed, panting and shaking. Barely able to move, Bracken kissed her throat and—
Pain sliced through his head and chest, the edges of his vision blurred, and a shaky breath stuttered out of him. But the pain quickly faded, making way for the mating bond—strong and vibrant—that now connected them, pulsing with awe, satisfaction, and the pure wonder they were both feeling.
Among all those emotions was something else, something he hadn’t felt in a long time. Peace. His wolf basked in the feeling as he curled up in a ball, utterly content.
As she regained her mental balance, Madisyn studied the bond. She’d never thought of herself as having something missing. Never thought of herself as being incomplete. But now that her soul was bound to his, she realized she’d truly never been whole. Not even close. And now she couldn’t understand how she’d ever functioned properly without him there—it was incredibly weird. Weird but good.