Marc (Bowen Boys, #4)(19)
Her first climax tore from her. His mouth and tongue were driving her higher and higher, only to let her down again. It took her breath away one minute how close she was until he moved and her body fell back. She reached down and grabbed his hair and tried to guide him back to where she wanted, but he laughed and lifted his head.
“You come once more for me baby, and I’ll give you what we both want. But I want you to come hard, no holding back. I want to feel you come around my mouth and drink deeply from you. All right?”
She begged him, pleaded with him to give her what she wanted now, but he only lowered his head and licked her. When he entered her again, she felt his fingers move, dig, and pull at her. When he touched something in her, she cried out and heard him chuckle. He was relentless after that. His mouth and fingers brought her closer and closer until she was dizzy from need. When he slid his finger up her ass, she tensed for a second. Then he slowly rubbed his thumb over her tight muscles. Every swipe brought her closer still until he pressed inside at the same moment he bit her clit.
She screamed. Her body didn’t just fall over the edge but leapt over. Every time she felt herself ready to land, he’d nip again and move deeper into her bottom. There was a pain, short and over before she could voice it. Then he was standing over her, his cock fisted in his hand. She sat up and reached for him.
He closed his hand over hers as she held his cock. “You do that and I’m going to come all over you instead of inside of you. And while that sounds wonderful, I want to feel you wrapped around me.”
She nodded and lay back. Marc held himself as he moved his thick cock at her entrance. She moaned each time he touched her sensitive clit. When his head breached her *, she moaned and arched up.
“Now, Marc, Christ now.” He slammed deep and she felt his balls at her ass. Every part of her screamed to tell him to stop, to pull out of her because it hurt too much. But she lay very still, as still as he was.
“I’m going to move slowly, love. I’ve already taken your maidenhead, but I have to mark you again.” She shifted and moaned. “Christ, baby, if you do that again I’m not going to be able to go slow.”
She moved again and felt his cock move into her deeper. She watched him as he held himself over her, and noticed that he looked to be in pain. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and she reached up to touch him. He kissed her palm as he moved slowly.
“You’re so beautiful. And mine. All mine.” His words, softly spoken, seemed to touch her deeper than he was, touch her in ways she knew that meant everything. As he moved in and out of her, she wrapped her legs around his hips. He leaned over her, his mouth inches from her.
When he kissed her it was gentle and soft, his body covered her from breast to hips, and still it felt as if he was everywhere. As soon as his mouth moved to her shoulder again, she licked her lips. She wanted to bite him as badly as she wanted him to bite her. When he licked along her shoulder, she did the same to his. His body shuddered over hers, and he moved faster. Wanting him to bite her, needing for him to, she was startled when her release took her; it came over her like a fast moving storm, completely obliterating everything from her mind but what she was feeling. As soon as he stiffened above her, she pulled him closer and sank her teeth into his muscle, tearing it open so that blood filled her mouth. Her second climax hit her when he bit her, his roar muffled by his bite.
Chapter 7
Khan sat in the chair after talking to Marc for the longest time. He wasn’t sure what to think or do. His brother had a mate. Marc had a chance at happiness. But Khan was afraid.
“Why?” He looked up at his own mate. “You said you were afraid for him, why? Don’t you want him to be happy?”
“Of course I do. What a thing to say.” He stood up and got them both glasses and then the tea. “I’m just worried that…. What if she’s not really his mate and he just wants her to be? Where will he be then if he’s loved twice and he loses them both?”
“What a horrible thing to say,” his mom said, entering the room. He looked at her. “I was with Marc the other day, and let me tell you, young man, she’s his mate even if you don’t believe it.”
“I didn’t say I didn’t believe it. I only said I was worried that he might want it so badly that he thinks she’s his mate. We all remember how hard he took it when Sonya was killed. Christ, Mom, I don’t want to see him go through that again.”
“She’s his mate. And when you see them together you’ll believe it too. He just needs to claim her and it’ll all be right there where you can see it.” He flushed when his mom glared at him. “What is it, Khan? What do you know?”
“He wanted me to find out about her parents. I did and…. I talked to him a few minutes ago. Her parents aren’t panthers. They’re humans. He said that Jonny—his mate’s real name is Jonny Thomas—he said that she is worried that they’ll use them to get to her.”
“What are we going to do to get them to safety? I’m assuming you and Marc mean to bring them here.” He nodded at Monica. “Well, what’s the plan, big boy? Don’t leave us in the dark.”
“Caitlynne is fixing it now. She’s taking Dylan, and she wants you to go as well. But I don’t—”
“If you say you aren’t going to let me, you’d better have a damned good reason why I should allow you to live.” Monica crossed her arms over her breasts and stared at him. “I mean it, Khan. I’m not going to stand by when I can be helpful.”