Dragon Storm (5 page)

He was her mate.

After all the years and all the turmoil, she’d finally found that one special being meant for her. And he wasn’t one of her people. He was…human? He didn’t taste like other human men she’d nibbled. No, there was something Other about him. She didn’t recognize exactly what it was. At least not yet. But she would know all his secrets before long. Mates could hide nothing from each other—or so it was said.

His merest touch drove her wild, his scent permeated her senses, making her want to wallow in it—in him—for as long as he would let her be near. She wanted to run with him, to have him chase her and capture her and stake his claim. She wanted to be wild and free with him. Only with him.

Darius.

An odd name, but a strong one. She liked that.

She put from her mind the complications this mating would bring her. The family she had forsaken would never have countenanced this match, but destiny could not be denied. She’d learned that the hard way and for all of her grandfather’s machinations, she followed her own path in the world. It was a lonely path—or had been until this very moment—but it was her karma.

All that was about to change. She felt it in the air, in every touch of his hands, in every breath she took. Something much larger was in play here. Destiny had come calling, and she had to answer. There was no alternative.

And she didn’t want there to be.

She loved the way this relative stranger who commanded such power in her life, made her feel. She loved each caress, each knowing lick, each daring touch. It could only get better from here and she couldn’t wait.

She’d never felt like this before—so wanton, so eager to be with a man. Especially one she didn’t know. But her inner beast knew this was right. He was her fate, the one she had worked so hard to find. She’d gone against her family and all their traditions to forge a new life for herself. Here and now all her work and soul-searching had come to fruition. He was here. And he would be hers.

He’d seemed a little strange out there in the woods. His words made her doubt his state of mind but the Mother of All wouldn’t be so cruel as to send her an addled mate. He’d been in some kind of accident. Perhaps that was the reason for his strangeness earlier. She had no doubt it would all come clear in time. Right now, though, she wanted him with a hunger that was completely overwhelming. Questions could wait.

She attacked the buttons on his soft leather pants, walking him backward out of the kitchen. She wanted her first time with him to be in bed. Luckily he complied with her wishes. He was too big for her to move if he didn’t want to move.

Oh yes, he was a fine figure of a man. Tall, black-haired and green-eyed. Muscular and lithe. Fit and handsome. She couldn’t have dreamed of a sexier male. He appealed to her senses in every way.

Thankfully the cabin wasn’t big, and they reached the bedroom door before she had his pants unbuttoned. She pushed him back against the wooden panel after it banged open and shoved his fly wide, dragging it down over his narrow hips. Sinking to her knees in front of him, she saw him for the first time.

His cock was long and thick. Everything a woman could want…and then some. She’d have to work to take this monster inside of her—in her mouth or in her excited pussy. She reached out to touch him, enthralled when his cock twitched. She smiled as she took him in her hand.

“I think he likes me.”

“Of that, have no doubt.” His return grin was wickedness itself. “We both like you a great deal.” His hips surged forward into her caress. “We’d like it even more if you’d use those luscious lips and hot mouth. Suck it down. Lick it with your tongue.”

She did as he asked, drawing out the moment, reveling in the sensation of tasting him for the first time. As she suspected, he was perfect. The little drop of pre-come exploded on her tongue, setting off fireworks in her abdomen as her body primed itself for its perfect mate.

She’d never experienced the mating heat before, but she recognized it for what it was. Her body nearly convulsed with the need firing through her veins for the man who would be her match in every way.

She felt him tremble a moment before he bent and lifted her by the arms, twirling and pushing her up against the wall. She kicked off her shoes and shimmied out of her pants even before he got to it. She wanted him inside her. Now.

“Please, Darius!” She gasped as he supported her against the wall, lifting her clear off her feet with his incredible strength. She cried out as he entered her in one fierce thrust. She was more than ready for his possession. She wanted it. She wanted all he had to give…and more.

He began to move with harsh digs, as near as she was to the breaking point. She felt his muscles bunch under her fingers, felt her fingernails lengthening into claws as the beast within her sensed its mate. She wouldn’t change fully, but she’d always heard when the mating heat was upon those of her species they tended to go feral—teeth and nails lengthening so they could mark their chosen mates in the most primal way.

She fought against it. She didn’t want to scare him off. He wasn’t snowcat. He was…something else. She didn’t know what, yet. It wouldn’t do to mark him until she knew for sure.

It was hard and fast and just what she wanted at the moment. She made guttural sounds in her throat as he powered into her, supporting her against the wall as he nailed her. She’d never had it so gritty, so hard. It was perfect.

Everything about him was perfect. Her perfect match.

“Darius!”

She didn’t want to wait anymore. She had already waited a lifetime. She wanted him to come inside her. To claim her in the most elemental way. To mark her with his seed and begin to tune her body chemistry to his. That was the way of her people.

Darius moved faster and even more forcefully. She was with him, eager for him. He grunted in the sexiest way as he thrust up into her, impaling her so thoroughly she never wanted it to end. But she needed him to come.
She
needed to come, and she couldn’t do it without him.

Her inner muscles clenched on him in a rhythm designed to make him give up his seed. The snowcat wanted it. She wanted it all.

“Now, wench. Come for me now.”

Darius’s guttural order was all it took for her to fly over the edge of oblivion, taking him with her. She felt the spurts of his hot come inside her clenching body, and she welcomed the feel of him claiming her as she claimed him. They belonged to each other—even if he didn’t yet realize it.

He soon would.

The snowcat licked the side of his neck, grazing her elongated teeth over his throbbing pulse. She would bite him there. Soon. Josie pulled her back. They had to talk as humans before the Other sides of their nature could come out to play.

Snowcats roamed wild and free, following the most ancient tantric Buddhist principles on their path toward enlightenment. Only when they found their mate, did they change both physically and mentally. The two became truly one and after, they walked their path toward enlightenment together.

She was only half snowcat and raised mostly in the Western world. She didn’t buy fully into the enlightenment stuff. Her human mother had been a lot more sanguine about that kind of thing and had passed her beliefs down to her daughter. Had her father lived, she might have learned more about his people’s ways. Her grandfather had taught her what he could after her mother had also died. She’d been too old by then to really assimilate into his Tibetan culture, but she’d listened and stored the information.

The bit about knowing one’s mate almost instantaneously was certainly true. She just had to find out what kind of shifter he was.

Later. For now, she reveled in the taste of his salty sweat on her tongue, the feel of his cock sliding inside her. As first times went, this one broke all the records. She’d never been so completely devastated by any lover, and they’d barely scratched the surface. The hard, fast quickie up against the wall would be only the beginning, if she had her way.

“You’re fucking her already?”
Connor’s voice came to him from elsewhere as Darius came down from the hardest, fastest climax he’d ever enjoyed.
“Aren’t
you
moving fast.”
The brotherly observation sounded almost envious.

“She is amazing.”

“I know. I felt it too. Do you think she would welcome me as eagerly? I really need to do something about this hard-on.”

Darius felt bad for his twin. At the same time, he wanted to fuck her again. Right now.

“Deal with it for an hour more, brother. Then you may have her. I will fuck her to sleep, and you may fuck her awake.”

“You think she’ll go for that?”

Darius hesitated. His plan was simple—and dishonest. They’d done such things before, but never with a woman as special as this one. How she’d become special to him in such a short time, he didn’t know. But she was. And he was tempted to do this the honorable way, but that would take too long. Explanations ruined the mood. Better Connor get some of her pussy first. Explanations could come later.

“She doesn’t know there are two of us.”

“I’m not certain I like the idea of tricking her, but in another hour I’ll be desperate enough to do it.”

“I know.”
Darius felt guilty amusement at his brother’s predicament but not enough guilt to switch places now.
“One hour. Be ready.”

“I’ve been ready since she sucked your cock,”
came the dry reply.

Darius ignored his twin as he pulled out of Josie’s luscious pussy. He let her feet slide to the floor, continuing to support her as he led her to the bed in one corner of the room.

“Hands and knees, wench. I’m going to fuck you.”

She grinned at him, firing his hunger higher. “Doggy-style? You read my mind.” She seemed eager to try as she scrambled up onto the wide bed, presenting her ass to him as she spread her knees, showcasing her dripping pussy.

She glistened with his come, a sight he relished. Her delicate folds were slightly swollen from his possession, begging for his touch. He knelt on the bed behind her, reaching out to slide his fingers through her wet folds. She gasped as he hit the little button of her clit, circling and pinching as she made little involuntary movements.

When she squirmed too far, he retaliated with a little slap. She yelped and looked back at him over her shoulder in stunned surprise.

“Too rough?” he questioned.

She licked her lips. “Do it again.”

Oh, this was a woman after his own heart. He spanked her pussy again, and she pushed back into his touch, wanting more.

“You like being spanked?”

She rubbed her bottom against his hands as he paused. “I never have before. But I like it when you do it.”

Their gazes met, and he gauged her reaction to his touch. This wench might be up for more than she thought—more than he’d ever given another woman. He wanted desperately to find out. To test her limits.

“On your back and open your legs for me, puss.” He slapped her ass lightly to get her moving. She complied with a confused expression. When she lifted her long, muscular legs and settled them on either side of him, the fire of passion returned to her eyes. “Spread your pussy for me. Use your hands. Show me your secrets.”

She made a sexy purring sound as she reached between her thighs and framed her pussy with elegant fingers. A little tug had the outer lips stretched open, revealing the glistening pink heart of her and the excited little clit that stood up for him, begging for attention.

He bypassed her greedy clit, teasing her, circling one finger around the tight hole that still dripped with his come. She shivered at his touch, her eyes half-lidded, watching his every move.

“You have a tight cunt, wench. It grips me hard, heightening my pleasure. Your little clit is provoking. Does it want me to lick it with my tongue?” She nodded, gasping at his imagery. “Does it want me to suck it between my lips?” She clenched her teeth as she nodded again, seemingly unable to speak. “Does it want me to nibble on it with my teeth?” He smiled to show his pearly white teeth, winking at her when her abdomen clenched in excitement. “Does it? Tell me, wench.”

“Yes!” she cried out as he drove one finger into her pussy. He curled his finger within her, rubbing gently and trying to find the magic spot that would bring her even more pleasure. He knew he’d found it when her breathing hitched.

“You like that, puss?”

“Yess…” The word was drawn out as she panted.

He leaned down, positioning himself between her legs, ready to push her even further. He continued the assault with his finger as his tongue licked out to brush against the tight protrusion of her clit. At the first contact, she jumped.

Darius drew back and slapped her pussy. Hard. Not hard enough to truly hurt. Just enough to sting…and excite.

“Now we’ll try again. Don’t move, wench, or you’ll get more of the same.” He grinned at her to soften his harsh words, pushing two fingers into her dripping pussy this time before closing his lips around her clit. She behaved while he sucked, teasing the inside of her sheath with two knowing fingers. When he bit down gently on her clit, she cried out and nearly bucked him off.

Darius drew back to be sure he hadn’t hurt her, but he could see it was pleasure that had caused her reaction, not pain. Her head thrashed from side to side as he withdrew his fingers from her cunt.

“What did I say, wench?”

Her eyes cleared fractionally as she looked up at him.

“N-not to move.” She was adorably incoherent under his touch, which made him feel ten feet tall.

“But you did move. And what did I promise would be the result?”

“That you would spank me.” Her expression lit with an eager light as her belly clenched in anticipation.

“Spread your legs, love.” He nipped her breast as he whispered the instructions. She complied eagerly, and he knew he had her. She wanted this.

And he was just the man to give it to her.

He pulled back and looked down at her. She was beautifully limber. He’d take great pleasure in testing her flexibility many times over, trying all kinds of positions to take her. That would come later. For now, he had a punishment to administer.