Dawn Endeavor 4: Gunnar's Game (17 page)

Ava tried to think of a way to ease her mate's temper and found herself pinned to the wall instead. He towered over her, a giant in his berserker's form. Oh boy.

Then he leaned closer, and his hot breath warmed her cheek. A fang scraped her neck, drawing a line of blood.

She shivered, and her thighs slid, moist from her growing need.

His fist punched a hole in the wall a few inches from her face, and she jumped.

“Nice. Your pussy is so wet for me. I think you like the fear.” Gunnar ripped her clothes off, scratching her in places.

And it felt so good she moaned out loud, no longer able to pretend she didn't want him just the way he was. Listening to instincts ingrained into her since birth, she slowly shifted into her beast, needing the enjoyment of all her senses in the open.

Gunnar grunted and tore his pants off, leaving him gloriously naked. “About time you stopped hiding from me.”

“Not me hiding,” she rasped, on fire from the heat of his body bleeding into her. Though her tough skin repelled threats easily enough, it was sensitive to her mate in ways she'd never realized. She could almost feel him inside her, a part of her, as he leaned closer, rubbing against her like a large cat.

His thick voice deepened. “Time to play, Ava. Just like you played with Price,” he ended in a snarl and bit her shoulder hard.

She gasped from the pain, as well as the erotic temptation of her mate in a rage. He was wild, naked, and hard as hell.

Finally. It was time.

He'd tried. God, he'd tried so hard not to allow this to happen. But he was helpless to the monster now. Knowing she'd given Keegan Price her surrender, when she'd yet to give him the same, set his berserker to raging.

The taste of her coppery blood lay like sugar over his tongue. He lifted her higher, sucking at her neck, and forced her body into contact with his. Those full, firm breasts trailed blazes of fire down his chest. And he could smell her pussy creaming, so wet, so ready for him.

Her claws dug into his scalp as she ran her hands under his hair. She tugged to pull him away, and he smiled against her shoulder.

“No,” she gasped. “I want you to kiss me.”

He withdrew from her shoulder and grinned down at her, blood dripping from his fangs to land on her breast. “It's what I want that matters. You're mine now, Ava. All mine.”

Tersch shoved her back against the wall and angled her for penetration. He slammed her down over him, gloving his thick shaft inside her hot pussy. The sheer ecstasy held him as he rocked her hips over him, aware of nothing but the carnality of the moment and the woman he finally owned.

“Yes, yes,” he rumbled as he took her faster and harder. He squeezed her hips, nipped at her neck and cheek, and bruised her swollen clit as he shafted her with brutal force.

“Harder,” she growled, shocking him.

He glanced down at her and saw a beast staring back at him. Slit pupils surrounded by dark, brown heat. She glowed with sexual energy—his mate.

“What
I
want, remember?” he rasped, but he dug deeper into her anyway.

She cried out and tightened around him, and he continued to surge in and out, sawing like a beast as he sought fulfillment. When she bit his chest and dug her fangs into him, the added pain pushed him over the edge.

Tersch yelled out his pleasure as he poured into her, filling his little mate with a warrior's seed. Her breasts shook as he continued to pump. “I haven't had a taste of these yet, have I?” He grinned, showing her his teeth. But the savage woman flashed her own set back at him.

“Go ahead. What are you waiting for?”

She met him taunt for taunt, and the fury to dominate grew.
Stop it, Ava. Just
let it have its way
, Tersch wanted to warn her. But the berserker only smiled, meeting her challenge.

“Oh, I like you. So sweet and sharp. Prickly, aren't you?” He pulled out of her and carried her to the conference table. Along the way, he kicked another chair free, and it broke the projector mounted in the ceiling. The destruction suited him, a mess all around him he controlled. No one to tell him to clean up, no one to order him around. No one to hurt him again.

Before he could bend her over the table, she caught his chin in her hand and leaned up to kiss him.

The sweetness of the gesture confused him for a moment.

“Let me pleasure you first.” She licked his lips and pushed her tongue between them, stroking him, teasing him with the promise of her mouth. The brush against his fangs made him shudder with need. “Let me lick you clean, mate, on my knees.” Mate. He liked that. Liked that the woman knew where she belonged. “Yes. Between my legs. Down, surrender.”

He stepped back and watched as she lowered herself to her knees and took his huge cock in her hands. Though he'd just come, he needed to fill her again.

Everywhere.

“Beg me.” He took hold of her soft brown hair, enthralled with the texture. The berserker wanted to hold on to the softness, even as it didn't know what to do with it. “I want…” It didn't know why it suddenly needed more than this.

But Ava broke all thoughts Tersch might have had by taking him all the way to the back of her throat.

He groaned and let go of her hair. Instead, he wrapped his hands around her throat and squeezed as she blew him. He could see her struggling to breathe.

Between his cock and his hands, he limited her airflow. Her scent intensified. The woman liked it.

In heaven, he fucked her mouth with firm strokes. Her tongue stroked him.

Her teeth nipped him. She cupped his balls, rubbing them into a firm sac as he readied to spill. The berserker loved her scent, the raspy sound of her breaths as she took his cock to the back of her throat. The gagging sounds she made were like music, drawing him faster and deeper into a heady climax.

He squeezed her throat tighter, and she choked when his cockhead hit the back of her throat again in a hard push. To his shock, he felt the rumble of a purr in her throat and came faster than he'd have liked in a loud, all-out roar. Ava swallowed him down, and the hazy look in her eyes turned him on all over again.

“Keep those lips tight around my cock until I tell you to let go,” he ordered.

“Think of this the next time you remember what you did with Price. When you gave him what was mine,” he growled.

She gave a subtle nod, and his berserker fell even more in love with her.

Taking her punishment, accepting, not fighting.
Submitting.

“Yes. So pretty. So strong,” he crooned and stroked her neck, pleased with the bruises he'd left. He noticed a few bites as well, though they'd begun to heal.

Frowning, he hefted her to her feet and lowered her to the table, making sure to keep her knees bent at the edge.

“Gunnar?” she asked softly.

His gaze sought her slick pussy. Only a thin strip of hair decorated her mons, and the sight of her plump, wet lips entranced him.

He sank to his knees and sucked her clit into his mouth, loving the taste of him all over her.

She cried out and tightened her knees around him, but he shoved her legs painfully wide and refused to let her take control.

“Mine,” he warned as he continued to lick her, sucking and gently biting that hard clit that throbbed just for him. “My cunt. My mate.
Mine
.” She thrashed and begged as she came all over his tongue. The sweet proof of her desire soothed more of his anger, tempting him to ease his lust because she'd experienced pleasure. Her joy made his that much brighter, his satisfaction that much more complete.

Until she leaned up and winked at him. “That all you got?” she said between breaths. “For a badass monster, you seem awfully sweet to me.” Enraged all over again, he turned her over onto her belly. He lifted her hips and rammed his cock into her ass. She cried out, and he laughed, chuckling at her helpless flailing.

“Better, mate? Does it hurt now?” he asked as he reamed her with all the strength and rage burning inside him. For all the times he'd been unable to help those less fortunate, for each time he'd wanted to but had been too scared to take Ava into his arms. Every thrust into that tight little hole, he saw another of his failures, and he took her harder.

He clawed her hips and waist, burning for release as he gave the stubborn witch what she'd begged for. Punishment. Discipline. Love.

“Oh, Gunnar. Yes, yes,” she cried out as she writhed under him.

Her delight with his rough handling excited him, made him eager to see how much she could take.

He leaned over her back and shoved himself deeper. Then he put his hands under her chest and gripped her breasts, squeezing tight.

“Nice tits, baby. So soft and round. Those nipples are hard, aren't they?” he growled.

She moaned and ground her ass against him.

“Yeah, begging for my cock, aren't you?” He pinched her nipples, elated when she bucked under him and mewed her need to come. “Drown me with that sweet pussy, baby. Let me smell your need.” He inhaled and groaned as his release drew closer.

He needed more. A taste of her blood. Tersch liked the bite he'd already made, but he wanted everyone to see his mark. “Pull your hair away from your neck,” he ordered in a low voice, thick with excitement.

She moved to obey him without delay, shoving back against him.

Tersch acted on instinct. He bit her neck hard, let go of her nipples, and then squeezed them again. Then he withdrew from her ass before shoving home once more, coming with an explosive ending as he filled her ass up.

Ava cried out as she came, joining him in a bliss so complete, Tersch found himself shifting back into his beast without thought. The orgasm seemed to last forever, and he could barely think as his body stopped firing.

In a slow pull that felt like heaven and hell in the same breath, he withdrew from her body and came again. The small afterbursts of pleasure left another mess all over her ass as he shook out the rest of his cum.

Ava lay limply against the table, suddenly human and so still, his heart seemed to stop beating.

“Ava?”

She groaned and rolled over. Tersch was horrified to see her covered in blood and bruises on her front. His claws had cut her in places all over her beautiful breasts. And even though her skin was dark, he could see the mottled blood bursts under her skin.

Then she started to heal right in front of him until all that remained of his claiming was the sweet, subtle blending of wild jungle and cedar. Their scents, perfectly entwined.

He stared at her dumbly, not sure what to say or do as the entirety of what he'd done came back to him. He'd practically raped her. And though she'd orgasmed and cried out her release, had it been pleasurable, or had she actually been yelling out for him to stop? He couldn't remember, couldn't think past the sheer rapture of coming inside his female. Just thinking about it made him hard all over again. He didn't normally feel this horny after such mind-blowing sex, but with Ava, none of the rules applied.

She groaned again and rubbed at her bloodied throat.

Shame filled him, a need to make things right. He needed to clean her up and leave her alone. But he owed her more than that.

Tersch
changed
back into his human form. Wanting to atone, he apologized for his brutality with a tender kiss. There, where he'd marked her neck. On her nipples, where he'd ground the sensitive flesh. Again and again, all over her body. He licked her to a climax with just the easy stroking of his tongue, and though he remained hard, he refused to take her again. Not like this.

The berserker had tried to force her submission, but Tersch knew Ava had willingly given it. She'd endured it for him. And that made all the difference. He just hoped he hadn't killed her love with his brutality.

Ava blinked up at him, dazed and not sure if half of what she'd felt had been real. She'd never been taken so thoroughly before. Gunnar had marked her everywhere. He'd come in her pussy, her mouth, and her ass. Bites, scratches, and a hard reaming that still left her aching, though most of her outer marks had faded.

Had she ever been so possessed by another?

She looked into his bright blue eyes, eyes filled with regret and worry. She wanted to reassure him that she'd wanted it. Every bite and mark he'd given her, she'd earned. He'd finally claimed her with a show of force she'd never forget. A true male Circ, born to be raw and strong and hard. Her mate.

But the best she could manage was a grin as she slumped into an exhausted sleep.

When Ava awoke, she blinked into a dark room not her own. A swift sniff told her she lay in Gunnar's bed, but her mate wasn't near. Disappointed but realistic, Ava knew they'd need to talk about what had just happened.

She rolled to the side of the bed and stood on shaky feet. A glance down her body showed her wearing one of Gunnar's T-shirts. She smelled clean, like the soap he liked to use, and was bruise free, but her ass and pussy remained pleasantly sore. She swallowed and grinned. A sore throat as well, and one that had been well earned.

She made her way to the bathroom and used the facilities. She wondered how much time had passed and what the rest of the team had been up to while she and Gunnar had finally come to terms with each other.

The door opened, and her grandmother walked in.

“That's much better.” Alicia smiled. “Finally mated, have you?” Ava groaned and sank back onto the bed. “Yeah.”

“I knew he'd be the one for you. He's a strong one, just like our people at home.” The natural-born Circs in the Amazon. “Are you sore, dear?” Ava blushed. “A little.”

“Then it was a good claiming. Perfect.”

Yet Ava couldn't contain a niggle of doubt. She wanted to talk to Gunnar, to make sure he wasn't going off again, worried he'd damaged her beyond repair.

“Don't worry. Gunnar's working with Jules, Jesse, and Lonnie. Kisho and Morgan are on the way home, and Sheridan and Olivia are safely on their way up north to stay with Doc and Circe's Recruits for a bit. They'll be safer up there while we finish this mess with Robert Anderson.”