The Rogue Hunter's Mate [Paranormal Protection Unit 10] (Siren Publishing Classic) (12 page)

“Be the first,” she whispered and kissed him back. “I want you, Zaidu. I want you in my life. I need you there.” She ran her hands over his bare chest. “Don’t let me go.” She was begging and dammit she had sworn she would never beg, but she couldn’t help herself. She needed him.

“It won’t be safe,” he said softly. “Your life will be in constant danger. We would have to move around often, especially when I’m on missions.” He had no idea who he was trying to convince, or not, about the idea. “We don’t get Guards. Hunters are literally lone beings. We hunt alone, we do it all alone, so there is no talk about coercion.”

“I will do whatever it takes. Don’t you see that I’m already alone?” she asked with a frown. “I’ve been alone for five years, since Brian killed our family, the boys I dated and all those innocent women. I don’t want to be alone again. Take a chance. I’m willing, are you?”

Ah to hell with it.
“I don’t want you hurt,” he admitted quietly, brushing his lips to her cheek. “But I can’t do anything less than give you everything if you are willing,” he murmured against her ear, nipping ever so lightly.

“More than willing,” she whispered softly. “I want everything, Zaidu. I need everything.” She scraped her nails along his chest. “Don’t let me go. Make love with me.”

Shuddering, he rested his forehead to hers. He shouldn’t. It had been way too long for him. He could hurt her and Gods knew he’d really do it up super freaky and bond her to him. “Harder,” he told her on a low growl. All she was doing was petting him, he liked it rough.

She did just that, rubbing her hands over him harder, her nails biting into his skin as she did so. “I think we need our clothes off. Against the door for all I care, but I need you inside of me, Zaidu, so very much so.” She was desperate for him.

Growling softly, he nipped at her lips lightly and lifted her away from the wall. “A bed is much better,” he said, heading for the stairs. Lifting her higher he took the stairs quickly and went straight for his bedroom.

She had been afraid to ask him for a bed, afraid that he would pull back from her, and voiced that fear. “I was worried that you would get back into your mind and decide that you didn’t want me. I’m not letting you go now though,” she whispered and leaned in, biting his shoulder as if to mark him for her own.

“Harder,” he told her, squeezing her ass as he walked. Kicking the door shut he moved right for the large bed and dropped her down on it before she could do what he said. Stepping back, he took a deep breath as he watched her.

Tugging her shirt up and over her head, she tossed it behind her and then divested herself of her bra as well. Lifting up, she grabbed at him and tugged him to her. Kissing him again she scraped her nails over his back as she pulled him closer.

Dropping his hands to her waist, Z undid her pants and, lifting her with one hand, pushed the pants and underwear over her ass. Setting her down he pushed them off as he kissed her back, leaning in to push her onto the bed.

Lifting a leg, she wrapped it around his. She was thankful that he had jerked her pants off so quickly so that he didn’t see the horrific scarring on her leg. Kissing him back she felt the long, hard, and holy-shit-thick cock that butted against her wet pussy and had her whimpering. Damn she needed him, so very much.

Sucking her tongue Zaidu stroked his hand slowly over her ribs and back up. Rubbing his thumb over the curve of her breast he lifted his head to drop a kiss to her neck. Nipping he breathed her in slowly and nibbled gently.

She shivered and tugged him closer. Leaning her head to the side, she panted. “Please.” She was begging, dammit. Lifting her other leg and wrapping it around his thick and heavy thighs she tugged him closer. “Inside of me. Now.” She growled.

Growling right back at her, he nipped her ear. “Patience,” he told her in a rough tone. Pinching her nipple, Z rolled it between his fingers as he rubbed his cock to her wet pussy. She was ready to come right then. He’d have to give her an orgasm so he could push her to a second for the bonding. He’d decided to do it and live with the consequences, which he was extremely paranoid and worried about.

“Has never been my virtue.” She growled right back at him. “So close.” Lord help her but she really was so close. He wasn’t even inside of her but already she could feel her pussy walls clenching. She could feel her body rippling and whimpered. “Zaidu.” It was a growl, a groan, all rolled into one. It was a desperate plea for more.

Shifting slightly he pushed the head of his cock into her and rocked forward to tease her. Dipping his head more he caught her other nipple and suckled lightly, using his teeth very carefully on her soft flesh.

It embarrassed the hell out of her but she heard herself screaming, her nails bit into his shoulders deeply, and she came, orgasming just at his teasing, at his mouth teasing her nipple and his cock teasing her pussy. “Please,” she sobbed.

“Shh,” he whispered, lifting his head to brush kisses to her lips. ”I need you to relax, Bethany, just relax, little one.” Nibbling on her mouth, he inched into her body a little at a time.

Moving under him Bethany opened her body even more and sighed as he inched his way into her body. “So good,” she whimpered. “God, you feel so good.” She had never felt so full in all her life. She had never felt so right in all her life.

Dropping his hand to her bottom Z tipped her hips up and slid in all the way. The feeling of complete rightness and completion was terrifying. Sliding out very slowly he pushed in just as slow, letting her body adjust to his invasion.

Bethany’s legs moved just a bit higher on his hips and she pulled him closer. “So good.” She was purring now. Damn she was purring. “You aren’t going to break me. More. Harder.” She growled in demand.

“Hush,” he told her, flicking his tongue to her nipple and then tugging it with his teeth. Moving to the other breast he treated it the same as he slid his cock in and out slowly. He was going to build up her need until she was half-crazed.

Bethany’s body was being played by a maestro. He was strumming her like a finely tuned instrument and each time he pressed into her body she sighed, and each time he pulled out, she growled. Need and desperation flew through her until she began to pant and then she screamed as she went over the edge and clawed at him to try to get him to move in closer, demanding more.

“Shh,” he whispered quietly against her throat. Nibbling slowly over her shoulder he breathed her in. As she started to come down off the orgasm, Zaidu adjusted his position and hers thrusting again. Nipping the spot between shoulder and neck, the spot he would bite her to join them for all time, he moved faster, pumping his cock into her again and again.

Her legs loosened on him. She relaxed her hold ever so marginally, but when he began to move faster, driving against her body she whimpered. His chest moved against hers. Her nipples pebbling and her body leaking from sheer pleasure, she tilted her head to the side in a subconscious gesture of submission. Biting her lower lip, she begged once more by simply whispering his name.

Growling low as he drove into her deeper, Zaidu whispered her name softly before sinking his teeth into her flesh. Snarling at the light taste of blood, he slammed into her as he came, his cock swelling as it began to pump seed into her body.

She felt his cock swelling and gasped in surprise. That she had never experienced before in her life but there was more than that. In that moment she could swear she felt his soul reaching out and stroking hers, felt as if their very bodies were being bound by more than flesh. On instinct alone she reached out and tugged him closer, her mouth closing over his shoulder and biting him hard as she came in another blinding flash.

His cock swelled more, the knot forming to lock him into her body and she felt another spurt of his seed shooting deep into her body. Growling, his arms wrapped around her tight and held her close to him as he slowly eased his teeth from her flesh.

Gasping for air, Bethany simply held onto him, her tongue easing the hurt that she caused him and holding him as close and tight as she could. It was the weirdest thing but she still felt as if she could feel his soul brushing hers, his mind seeking hers out, and Gods, the way that her body kept giving off little mini orgasms she was ready to faint. “That,” she gasped. “Was. Amazing.”

That it was,
he breathed into her mind softly. Nuzzling at her throat lightly, he nipped her ear and lifted his head. Brushing his lips to her cheek he sought and found her mouth. Kissing her lightly and gently, he sucked on her tongue, nipping her lip with care before lifting his head to look down into her eyes.

“Oh.” She stilled, her body suddenly tense. “Uhm.” He knew she had been told what bond-mates were, told that they were a part of each other, but no one said anything about mind-speaking with each other. “I could so get used to this,” she admitted finally. “But how can you talk in my mind?”

The bond,
he said without vocalizing the words. Pressing up on his arms so he could see more of her face, he tipped his head.
It’s permanent, unbreakable even by the Goddess, and you, too, can speak to me like this. It will take a little practice but in time—
he shrugged—“It will become second nature to you. The pathway is already there, started the moment I bit you, cemented the moment we orgasmed.”

“I think I’m totally going to have to work on trying to be able to talk in your mind then.” Reaching up, Bethany’s hand caressed his cheek. Her eyes softened as she looked up at him and then she moistened her lips before asking, “Are you upset with me for this? For our connection and bond?” Lifting her leg she caressed him, pulled him closer, and thought to herself, because it would kill me if you were unhappy with us being together
. I want and need to be in your life, Zaidu. I want to be able to love you.

“I don’t get upset.” Much, he amended in his head. He seemed to have more emotional upset around her than he’d had in his entire life. “Given I am a Hunter it’s a good idea not to, plus we are heavily”—and brutally—“trained not to lose our cool.” Or show emotions at all. “You are in my life, Bethany,” Zaidu said, running a lazy finger down her cheek. “Permanently, and I’m very fine with that, but are you? You are bonded to a Hunter after all,” he said, quietly watching her eyes.

She smiled, her happiness all but spilling from her. “I’m happy to have you in my life, Zaidu. Hunter, human, Wolf, however I can have you I’m very happy that I do.” Truth rolled off of her as she spoke. “You’ve never had anyone in your corner but now you do. Now you have me, honey. I will always, always be there beside you.”

“And you will always have a target on you,” he warned softly. He was going to have to do something about that. He didn’t want her as a target. Trailing his finger down to where his bond bite was healing, scabbing over, he let out a breath. The mark would be permanent. Unlike others, a Hunter’s bond mark remained visible to all. “This”—Z ran a finger around the perfect mark of his teeth—“will warn you of danger though. If it ever burns or pulsates like pins being jabbed into your flesh constantly, head for the hills and call for help. If it throbs low and deep it means I’m close.” He likely shouldn’t have told her that part but he didn’t want her getting any of the sensations confused.

She shivered as his fingers moved over the mark and her body clenched his cock once again. “Oh, I love how that feels,” she admitted to him. “Right, so if it hurts I should run but if it feels good I should know you are close.” Opening her need-filled eyes she looked up at him. “I really think you should kiss me again to make sure that you know my taste and I know yours.”

He knew her taste by heart but he wasn’t going to argue with her. Dipping his head down, he paused, his lips just brushing hers. “I should warn you of something else but it can wait a moment.” There were more important things to attend, like kissing her. Dropping his head he took her mouth in a demanding kiss. Nothing soft, gentle, or coaxing, it was an all out assault.

Unable to hold back or be left behind, Bethany kissed him back. Once more her leg began to move up and down his, her body pulling him tighter to hers, and moaning when she felt him moving inside of her again. “Oh God.” She panted against his lips when she pulled back slightly. “God that feels so freaking good.”

“Just trying to ensure you feel thoroughly satisfied,” he told her quietly against her cheek. Lifting her one leg he hooked it over his shoulder as he pressed up to watch her as he pumped into her over and over again.

Arching back, she cried out a deep and desperate sound. “Oh God.” She began to pant. “Oh God that’s so good,” she whimpered. “Please. Harder.” Once more her nails began to bite into his shoulders, once more her body began to move in time with his, and her desperation was clear as she did so.

Finding a fast rhythm that seemed to satisfy her, he growled softly as he watched her jolt from each invasion of his cock into her hot, wet pussy. She couldn’t move much, little jerks of her hips, but he had her more or less at his mercy. He’d have to take her from behind next, where he could slam into her, his balls banging into her tight little clit with each push.

Bethany screamed a
yes
in the room. “God I want that, too.” She panted. “So much.” She wanted to be everything for him, and damn she desperately wanted to bow down to him now. “Please.” She reached between them and began to stroke her own clit, her fingers moving down between them to encase his cock as she did so. “I’m so very close.” She growled and pressed the heel of her hand against her clit while he pounded into her.

Watching her fingers he leaned in more, opening her further. “That’s it,” he growled as she tightened her fingers around his cock. Starting to swell it was getting harder and harder to drive into her. Pushing in deeper, he forced himself through her tightening canal until he bellowed out his release and he knotted in her rippling pussy again.

Bethany screamed as she came. “Oh Gods, yes.” She panted.
I don’t know how you do it but I swear it is as if you are swelling inside of me and I love it. God, I love it so much.
She couldn’t speak. Her lungs wouldn’t expand enough to do more than breathe.