Racing The Beast (Dirt Track Dogs #2) (11 page)

Taking her jaw in his hand, he turned her face so he could look into her eyes. “What do you mean?”

“It sounds like you don’t have a choice with me. Like fate said, ‘This is the only woman you can have.’”

Beast frowned. “You
are
the only one I can have. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want you. Damn baby, I fell so hard for you, even though I knew you might never accept me into your body. Don’t you see? If I had a choice, it would be you. Every fucking time it would be you.” He rested his forehead against her temple. “Don’t over think this.”

“That’s all I could ever wish for,” she whispered. “I won’t waste it. I’ll be the best mate I can be for you.”

Damn it, she was breaking his heart with her willing devotion.

He lifted off of her, turning her over so he could kiss the promise away from her mouth. His hand swept down her middle until he reached her wet center. She gasped against his lips and he swallowed it, focusing his attention on her swollen nub. Circling and circling, he brought her to the edge. When her nails bit into his shoulder, his wolf let out a satisfied chuff.

Pulling back to look into her eyes, he slowly, slowly slid a finger into her tight opening. Punk’s eyes flared and her muscles clenched around him. He waited for her to relax before he moved, stretching her so she’d be ready for him.

Her eyes fluttered closed on a groan and he used his thumb to rub her clit.

“How’s that, baby?”

“Perfect,” she moaned, twisting to take more of his finger.

Faster and faster his thumb moved until she was gasping with pleasure.

“I think… I’m going to…”

Beast sucked the curve of her jaw. “Do it,” he rasped. “Come for me.”

She let out a helpless sound and jerked, every muscle tightening as her orgasm ripped through her. Her sheath clamping down on his hand sent his cock into the danger zone. And fuck, the sight of her eyes squeezed closed, her teeth tearing into her lower lip, as she lost all control was something he’d remember for the rest of his life.

“Yes, mate. That’s beautiful,” he breathed, slowing his rhythm to bring her back from the cliff.

Slowly, her eyes opened and settled on him. They were lust-ridden and hungry, and he’d never been more thankful to be on the other end of them.

“My turn.”

Punk pushed hard at Beast’s chest, straddling his waist until he was on his back beneath her. Hot fucking hell. This man was hers. He was really hers and she was really going to be okay.

Free. Fucking free and fantastic.

That’s how she felt. Everything that had tied her up for the last decade was just gone. Beast had ripped it away with his careful loving ministrations and one hell of an orgasm.

Punk kissed him hard on the lips, giving him her tongue before rising up above him to explore her prize. His body was huge. He took up so much of the king size bed, it hardly seemed like more than a full. His broad shoulders flexed as his hands moved to touch her breasts.

A moan slipped out as he brushed his thumbs across her throbbing nipples. Damn everything to hell, but his hands were her favorite part of him. Big and strong. Rough from working in the garage. And warm. So warm.

Punk ran her hands down his chest, digging her nails in just enough to make him hiss with pleasure.

“When I’m inside you, I want those in my back,” he growled. “Understand?”

She nodded, scooting down his body so she could kiss him. First his chest, dragging her lips over the ridges of his muscles. His breath sawed in and out, a rumble of satisfaction making its way past his throat. Lower and lower she went, licking her way across his rippled abs, breathing in his masculine scent until she reached his waist.

She sat back to take in the sight. He was big. Bigger than she could’ve assumed. His erection stood tall and proud between them, begging for her kiss.

“Mmm,” she murmured in appreciation, wrapping her hand around it and pumping slowly.

Her gaze flicked to him. He looked utterly destroyed by her touch. Why hadn’t she done this sooner?

Keeping her eyes locked on his, she lowered her mouth, taking his cock between her lips and swirling her tongue around the tip.

“Fuck,” Beast gasped, his shaky hand coming to land gently on the back of her head.

Releasing him with a quiet pop, she asked, “Was this on your list? Fucking my mouth?”

She licked him from base to tip, kissing the head gently.

“Yes, but—
shit
—if you don’t stop, I’m not going to last. And I have to be inside you tonight, Punk.”

“I don’t know if you’ll fit.” She lapped at the tip some more, memorizing his flavor, loving every fucking thing about this experience.

A growl ripped from his throat and he thrust up and into her mouth once before tossing her on her back and settling between her legs. He held his erection in one fist and slipped it up and down between the folds of her pussy, bumping her clit with every stroke and bringing her closer to another orgasm.

“I’ll make it fit,” he ground out, staring at his cock working her into a frenzy. “But not until you come one more time. Fuck, I’m so glad this is mine.”

Punk tossed her head back against the pillows. So good. He felt so good and he wasn’t even inside yet.

She felt the pressure building, climbing to a peak that she’d freefall from. So close.

“More,” she groaned.

But he didn’t increase his speed. He didn’t increase the pressure. He stayed steady, hitting her swollen clit with every sweep. The constant, steady movement is what sent her sprawling head over heels over the edge.

She screamed his name loud enough that Surge could probably hear from his room upstairs, but she couldn’t find it in her to care. Not now, when her whole world finally felt like a place she actually wanted to live in.

Beast collapsed on top of her, one rough hand cupping her breast and squeezing, the other supporting his weight. “Look at me,” he demanded.

Punk opened her eyes to stare deep into his. Slowly, he pressed against her entrance. He lifted her leg, opening her up wider and pushed inside. Slow, inch by inch, giving her time to adjust. It was tight. Her breath stalled, and she waited for the panic to come, but it didn’t.

It was Beast staring into her eyes, his expression full of wonder. It was Beast’s strong body holding her in place for his wonderful invasion. It was Beast who loved her.

He trembled with the effort to go slow, but finally he was buried to the base.

Punk couldn’t look away from his gaze. It was purely possessive, holding her captive, and she knew she was staring into the eyes of a wolf. It promised protection, servitude, devotion. But it also demanded her commitment in return. It demanded her body. It demanded everything.

And that’s what she was going to give him.

“Mate, you feel so good.” He sucked her lower lip into his mouth, sucking and tonguing the stud. He caught it with his teeth, gently pulling. The move sent a shot straight between her legs and she clenched around him. “I need to move.”

“Yes.”

He retreated slowly, the pull exquisite, luxurious, before he plunged forward. Beast gripped her hip, giving her one more leisurely retreat before he picked up the pace. His blistering gaze never left hers as he settled into a deep, quick rhythm that felt heavenly.

This was so right. So pure. She could feel the love in every thrust, in the way he gazed at her through slitted eyes, in the bite of his fingers where they gripped her thigh.

Tears came to her eyes.

Beast frowned, slowing. “Punk baby?”

“Don’t stop,” she mewled. “Please, god, don’t stop.”

He kissed the tears from her cheeks but never stopped making love to her.

“Mark me this time. I don’t want to wait. Please, Beast, I want to be yours. I want this for the rest of my life. Please…” The words tumbled from her mouth and wouldn’t stop. She was damn near delirious with pleasure and her chest felt like it couldn’t hold any more feeling for this man. She wasn’t going to take no for an answer. She’d never begged for anything in her life, but she’d beg Beast if that’s what it took.

He kissed her hard on the lips, his teeth knocking with hers. “Okay,” he said, his hips swinging. “This is it. I’m going to claim you for good. Are you ready?”

“Yes, yes. Damn it, yes.”

Beast dropped his face to her neck. His sweet nuzzle was in direct conflict to the brutal pounding he was giving her down below. She felt the hot swipe of his tongue and once again, her body clenched for another release. This one was going to be explosive.

Sharp teeth grazed her skin, and her vision went black as she came apart.

A ferocious growl split the air and then the sting of Beast’s bite paralyzed her. It should’ve frightened her, being powerless and at the whim of another, but something amazing was happening. She felt like her story was being rewritten. An eraser was taken to the bad parts and over it was written in permanent marker, never to be altered. She could feel it, the mating bond connecting her to Beast.

One last thrust and she felt his warm release branding her from the inside. He held her close, his teeth still in her skin until he was finished.

Punk gasped, still twitching inside and reeling from how powerful their connection was, both the physical and the emotional. Ella was right. This was more than any human could understand unless they’d experienced it.

Beast carefully released his jaw, blowing on the raw bite. “You’re mine,” he said in wonder. He pulled back to stare at her and she saw the moisture in his eyes. “I’m so fucking happy right now. Tell me you’re okay.”

Punk grinned so wide, she’d be embarrassed if anyone but Beast saw it. “I’m… I’m… there aren’t words. I feel so…
good
.”

“You feel the bond?”

“Yes,” she breathed. “How did you do that?”

He rubbed his nose against hers. “I just loved you. That’s all.”

She fingered her new body modification, the imprint of his bite. This one meant so much more than all the others. “Does it look okay?”

Punk felt him twitch inside her where they were still connected. “Baby, it’s fucking gorgeous.”

“I can’t wait to mark you.”

“I think you already did.”

Beast carefully slid out of her, and twisted so she could see his back. Either side of his shoulder blades were streaked with claw marks.

Punk burst into a fit of giggles. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Beast grinned, pouncing on her. “I told you I wanted your nails in my back. You just obeyed your mate. As you should.”

“Oh, is that right? Are you going to expect me to do everything I’m told now that you put a ring on it?”

His gaze fell to her mark and he fingered it gingerly. “Only if you want me to keep making tomato soup.”

“Damn it, Beast. Not fair.”

Gazing up at her, the side of his mouth curled into a sexy grin. “I’m a racer, baby. I never play fair, but I win.” He kissed her neck.

“I think it’s too early to tell who the winner is. It might even take our entire lives to figure it out.”

He stared into her eyes. “No. I won when you gave me forever. Now, lay back and let me have my prize.
Again
.”

Punk sucked in a breath of anticipation as his mouth clamped around her nipple. “Again?”

“Mm hm. And again,” he murmured, dropping kisses on her belly. “I’m going to wear you out, let you sleep, and then do it all over again.”

She moaned, gasping as Beast nipped her hip. “Good plan. Sounds like we both win.”

Growling, he said, “I’ll let you know, mate… at the end of forever.”

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P. Jameson likes to spend her time daydreaming, and then rearranging those dreams into heartstring-pulling stories of trial and triumph. Paranormal is her jam, so you’re sure to find said stories full of hot alpha males of the supernatural variety. She lives next door to the great Ozark Mountains with her husband and kids, who provide her with plenty of writing fodder.

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Don’t miss Blister’s story in Book #3 of the Dirt Track Dogs series by P. Jameson

Coming June 2015