Rachel's Totem (9 page)

Nearly skipping out of the attic and down the stairs toward the bedroom, she didn’t see the tall figure waiting for her in the landing and shrieked when strong arms closed around her.

“Shh, it’s okay, Rachel. It’s me, Burke.”

She sagged in his hold for a moment, her heart racing out of her chest. And then she squirmed to push him away, punching him in the chest. “What the hell are you doing in here? You scared me half to death!”

“Sorry, but you didn’t answer when I knocked. And I got…worried.” His low voice grew lower, his eyelids shuttered as he stared at her.

Rachel was suddenly aware she’d left her clothes in the attic, and now stood before Burke in a lacy pink bra and panties.

“Fuck me,” he groaned, breathing heavily. His eyes flashed and his fingers curled.

“Rachel, you’re killing me, you know that?”

Need, sure and true, suddenly filled her. And she wanted nothing more than to feel him inside of her. I’m free, she reminded herself. Free to do what feels good. And Burke feels like heaven whenever I’m near.

“Have wild and passionate sex,” Aunt Charlotte had written. Yeah, that sounded just right. “Burke, are you doing this to me?”

“Doing what?” His voice was thick as he took a step to close the distance between them.

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“Making me hot. I burn,” she said, nearly panting. “I want you so much I can’t see straight.” He licked his lips, and she saw one large canine before he closed his mouth again. The sight stirred her, making her want more.

“I don’t know why, but you’re flashing in and out of heat. I felt it that day in the alley, and later at my house. Baby, if you don’t want this, tell me now. Because I’m about to seriously lose it if I’m not inside you in like the next thirty seconds.”

“But I’m all dirty.”

“Good, I like dirty.” Burke ripped his shirt off, heedless of the scattering buttons. He reached for his pants but Rachel stopped him. Burke froze, completely still.

God, how she’d dreamed of this. “No. Let me.” Rachel slowly popped open his jeans and slid the zipper over his thick erection. Her hands brushed his fly and he trembled, his eyes glowing and locked on her. The zipper seemed to go on forever, but when it stopped she caught her breath. Beneath his jeans Burke wore nothing, and she could see his shaft hard and flushed in a bed of dark hair.

Reaching inside, she couldn’t quite close her fist around his cock, and she groaned with him at the feel of their flesh touching.

“I want to come inside you, not in your damn hand,” Burke growled, completely feral. “Take me out, baby, now.”

She pushed his jeans down and he kicked out of his boots and pants and stripped off his socks. Completely nude, he looked like sex incarnate. A broad chest and ropy biceps, a ripped abdomen, hard muscle over sun-darkened skin, and that potent erection straining toward her. God, his thighs, his ass… Rachel drenched her panties just looking at him.

And then that scent wafted over her, that sweet, sexy smell of need and cat and Burke.

Stripping out of her bra and panties, she trembled as Burke’s gaze traced every movement, his attention keen, like a predator intent on prey. He rumbled deep in his chest, his purring loud and enticing as he stalked closer.

“I’m going to make you scream. I’m going to take you the way I should have that first time, hard and rough, and I’m going to come inside you. My seed bathing your womb.”

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Oh shit, he was really turning her on. A small sense of preservation had her mumbling about a condom, but Burke cut her off, his scent drenching her with need.

Suddenly she couldn’t find it in her to care, hazy with desire. She muffled that inner voice screaming for caution, and gave way to the beast within her wanting to join with another, stronger partner.

His kiss ravaged her senses. “No condom, no birth control. We’re both clean. I want this with you. You’re mine, Rachel. Mine.” He snarled and braced her against the wall in the hallway, repeating their experience in the alley. But this time they were both naked, and the feel of his sleek chest against her breasts, of his cock brushing her moist curls, had her arching into him.

“Burke. I want you so much.”

“Yeah, hard and fast.” He panted and spread her thighs, holding her hips as he aligned with her wet sex. In one sharp thrust, he impaled her, the feel of his immense girth both painful and ecstatic.

“More,” she gasped before he sealed her mouth with his. His tongue shot between her lips as he began fucking her, taking her with force against the wall. His scent settled deep into her bones, the feel of him more than physical, but like a brand that had staked a permanent claim. Her nails lengthened and she scratched at his back as she took his pounding, reveling in his vigor. And still it wasn’t enough. She needed to feel him spurt inside of her, to smell his seed overtaking her womb.

“Burke,” she screamed, her voice pitched high, her cry not her own.

He grunted and continued to thrust, his cock huge, his hands prying her ass cheeks apart as he toyed with her rim and pushed a finger past it.

She stiffened as sensation overwhelmed her. His pubic bone brushed her clit. His shaft pushed her G-spot again and again while his finger pressured nerves inside her ass.

The steady friction of his chest against her aching nipples multiplied the eroticism of his mouth as his tongue stabbed her in time with his cock’s thrusts… She was so close, just within reach, and then he bit her neck, sucking hard as moisture trickled from the wound.

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Rachel clung to him as she shattered, clenching him tight as her inner walls sucked his cock deep.

“Bite me,” he rasped as he continued to plunge, and lost in the haze of his making, she settled her mouth over the juncture between his shoulder and neck and bit as well.

Teeth that were suddenly as sharp as needles punctured his skin, but the taste of him drowned out everything but Burke. He howled as he stiffened, and she felt him spurting, felt his cock swelling within her as he flooded her with seed.

Heat filled her, the places where their skin touched inordinately sensitive as he held her tight, coming with great gasps.

When he finally relaxed, she was too sated to do more than rest in his arms and blink up at him.

“That was just the beginning.”

She smiled, startled though pleased and excited when her body stirred yet again.

“Burke.”

“Hmm?” He rotated his cock within her, and she groaned as his fading erection suddenly stiffened again.

“I think I’ve found my inner beast.”

Burke knew a sense of belonging he wanted to experience forever. Granted, he had family, acceptance and a duty to his town. But Rachel in his arms felt different. She made him feel…whole. The feline within her begged for release, and he knew their sex would only grow more passionate and more out of control, her heat attracting males far and wide since he’d opened the lid on her Ac-taw desires. Before, Rachel had been in and out of heat, unpredictable and hell on his needy cock. But now… now she was open and calling to him on a level he couldn’t refuse.

She’d taken him, bitten him, and he needed to claim her as part of his pride before any other Shifters wandered too close. She belonged to him, dammit, and he refused to share her with the wolves and foxes already sniffing around her. Hell, he didn’t want to share her with anyone, and he knew he had to.

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“Dean, Grady,” he sent with a growl, the mental pathway difficult in his human form. “I need you here for the marking. Don’t bother dressing.” He felt their excitement purring deep in his mind.

His brothers had remained near, patrolling the grounds when Burke wasn’t around to do it. Tonight he’d taken longer at the ranch than he’d thought, and almost hadn’t made it out, so he’d sent Grady ahead of him to spell Dean, the three of them, plus Joel, working in shifts to see to Rachel’s protection.

“Rachel?” Burke rested his palms on her ass, the wall, more than him, holding her up. He was extremely aware of his come sliding down her legs and over his thighs. Her wet heat surrounded him, and he had to resist the urge to start pumping again. He sniffed and was surprised to find he’d done a decent job of starting the claiming. Hell, she smelled of him already, his marker lingering despite his intent to wait to mate with her.

Burke had known since that walk by the stream, but this joining reaffirmed it. He would take Rachel to mate. In his entire life, he’d never desired another with such intensity, never had such loving feelings for a woman the way he did for Rachel. His beast wanted her, the man wanted her, and he would move heaven and hell to have her.

But first he needed her to be feline, and to make her so as quickly as possible. As difficult as he expected it might be for him to accept it, he needed his brothers’ help.

“Burke, what’s wrong?”

He realized he’d missed half of what she’d said and gave her a wry grin. “I’m not thinking too clearly right now, you’ll have to forgive me.” She laughed, then groaned when he hitched her higher over his cock. “Rachel, I have to mark you. Tonight.”

She stared at him, not seeming angry, worried or scared as he’d anticipated. “Why?”

“Because I need to. I have to.” He frowned, knowing it was coming out all wrong.

But he didn’t know how to explain his urgency without admitting he meant to mate with her. Coming off her divorce, she’d explained she wasn’t too keen on men, and he hadn’t been offended, just relieved to know he’d done nothing more than growl at Sarah to piss her off. That Rachel had let him get this far gave him high hopes. But that didn’t mean he assumed she’d be easy to bring down. Rachel had a crafty edge to her, a perfect fit for a 66

catamount, or a silver fox sniffing too close. Fucking Gerald. Jealousy rose again at the thought of how often she’d seen the fox.

What if she was starting to lean toward Gerald and his clan? But Burke couldn’t afford to move too quickly, not if he wanted all of her. He had to watch how much he admitted to needing her until he had her hooked on the taste of him, on the smell of him, so as not to scare her off.

“You have to?” She squeezed him inside her and he moaned, helpless to resist her approaching lips and devouring kiss.

When he could breathe again, he tried explaining what he intended with the marking when her eyes widened, her stare centered on a presence over his shoulders.

“Grady and Dean.” He sighed and withdrew from her body, still holding her in his arms. “We need to mark you, Rachel. You’re mine—ours. You know it and I know it.”

He couldn’t control his dominance as he pushed her to submit.

Her eyes flashed and his hunger rose. Passion flared in the green depths of her gaze, and her musk permeated the room. Feline excitement, a surge of pheromones telling them she was more than ready, if not yet willing. “You want me to have sex with your brothers?”

Burke hissed and his brothers took a step back, giving him space. “No, I don’t want you to fuck my brothers. I need you to do it. All three of us marking you together will ensure your beast is feline. And you’ll be one of ours to protect.” To love.

“Um, I know I was kind of wild, but I’ve never done threesomes or, ah, a foursome before.” She swallowed loudly, but her pupils dilated with lust.

“Much as I wish it could be this way all the time,” Grady rumbled, “I have a feeling big brother is only allowing us this one night.”

“You’re damned right.” Burke flashed his teeth in warning, and Rachel’s breathing increased.

“Oh.” She rubbed against him and it was all he could do not to fuck her against the wall again. Glancing at Dean, he noted the desire burning in his brother’s gaze. Grady, too, looked ready to pounce, his body hard, burning with need.

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“Take her into the bedroom.” Burke forced himself to relinquish his hold on her, handing her into Grady’s waiting arms. But watching her squirm in his brother’s hold wasn’t as difficult as Burke had thought it might be. Instead, a peculiar calm descended over his raging excitement, and a primitive instinct to bring Rachel to all the Chastells before claiming her as his own consumed him. This would make her family, and cement the ties between his future mate and his brothers.

Burke quickly followed them into Rachel’s room, only to see her on her back in the middle of her bed. Her eyes were closed in bliss, her body arched, supplicant, as Grady and Dean laved her breasts with their mouths.

“So eager, hmm?” He surprised himself by chuckling, but soon lost his humor as his own needs rode him hard. Grady ran his hands over her body while he toyed with her breast, and his fingers unerringly sought and entered her pussy. Dean left her breast to kiss her mouth, and Rachel’s clever little hand wrapped around his brother’s dick, pumping and squeezing and turning Dean into a raging animal.

“Yes.” He thrust against her thigh, pushing more into her hand. “That’s it, baby.

Squeeze me harder. Oh yeah. More.”

Grady groaned, and Burke couldn’t help fisting his own cock as he watched his brothers fuck his mate. The marking musk permeated the room, all three of them desperate to cling to Rachel’s feminine wildness, to her ability to soothe and fight and love like a true Ac-taw.

“God, I want to come inside her.” Grady stared up at Burke through a slitted gaze, asking permission.

Burke’s beast raged, but his human half wanted to share her love, wanted his brothers to know the warmth he’d found. “Rachel?”

Dean broke from her mouth and Burke’s breath caught. Her eyes had fully changed, yet her body remained human. “Burke, help me. I’m so hot. I need, so badly.”

“Rachel, all this. It’s not too late to say no.” Dean and Grady stared at him as if he’d lost his mind. And maybe he had. “We’re going to come inside you, Rachel. All of us.

Everywhere.” His cock throbbed at thoughts of her ass, of sinking deep inside her flesh 68

and possessing every ounce of her. “Your body is begging to be shown its inner beast.

You’re in heat but you’re not ovulating, so we aren’t going to procreate, but we need to thoroughly mark you. And the fastest, easiest way to do it is through our come.”