Rescued & Ravished: An Alpha's Conquest (A Paranormal Ménage Romance) (13 page)

“Fine. You’re both.” She kissed him deeply, pressing her tongue into his mouth; he closed a hand in her hair, forcefully. He was hard as sin underneath her. “Be both. Just take me. Take me like you’re both.”

“You want both?” he asked, his voice rough as sandpaper. “You’ll get both, baby.”

He ripped open the borrowed shirt she was wearing, spraying buttons. The sight of all her white, clean skin underneath made him growl; she pressed his hand to one of her high, full breasts, and he squeezed it.

“Yes?” she asked softly.

“Yes,” he said thickly.

Then she leaned forward and started to unbutton his shirt. By the time she was pulling it down his powerful arms, he’d gotten his belt off, too. It didn’t take but another minute until they were both undressed, and then they got tangled up in the bedclothes. His body was a symphony of muscle, hair, size, and power. It was gorgeous to look at—and delicious to touch and to be covered by.

She loved the dense, muscular weight of him on top of her, loved the roughness of his chest hair on her cream-soft skin, loved the firmness of his kisses. She loved the way that his powerful hips felt against her pelvis, and the way he felt between her open thighs. She rolled against him, her wet pussy pouting slickly open, desperately ready for him to take control of her.

The
way
he kissed her—it was just so intoxicating. It was rough and masculine and possessive, and he buried his hands in her hair or crushed her breasts in his hands while he did it. She felt utterly at the mercy of this strong, feral man’s appetites. It made her juices run like never before. His arms were solid muscle, and she gripped them to anchor her to Earth.

Finally, he flipped her over, onto her stomach as she she gasped. He gripped her hips and raised them up high.

“You wanna be mounted like a grizzly sow, baby?” he rumbled. “You wanna be fucked like you’re one of us? Then you will be.”

She moaned as his fingers sank into her drooling pussy; her hips rocked encouragingly of their own accord while her face and neck flushed. Her clit was so swollen that it had popped out of its hood.

So good. Sogoodsogoodsogood—

He fingered her until she was gasping then pulled his fingers out of her sex. Almost immediately he pressed his rebar-hard cock in. It was unceremonious. It was primal. It was sweet ecstasy.

She cried out, pleasure flooding her body as he sank his whole, fat length inside her. His was the biggest, best-feeling cock she’d ever taken.

“How’s that?” he groaned huskily. “Is that what you wanted?”

She couldn’t answer. All she could do was moan.

He started to thrust—slowly, deliberately—and she threw back her head. He had mounted her, and now he was taking her. She was drunk on the pleasure of it.

“H-Hud…” she managed to whimper. “Mooore…”

“More?” He slammed into her suddenly, deeply, and she yelped. “You can have more, Harp. You can have everything I’ve got!”

He stroked faster, harder, rougher, until he was truly fucking her. The bed rocked and squeezed under them, hitting the cabin wall.

She’d never been taken like this, and she couldn’t help the sounds escaping from her mouth, whines and shrieks of pleasure, high-pitched and hoarse.

One of his hands tightened in her hair while the other fastened like iron on her waist and pressed her further down onto the bed. That kept her still while he pounded her, and he
was
pounding her—pitilessly, hungrily, deeply. Her pussy was already deliciously sore from his assault; she clutched his bedspread, moaning like an animal.

“H-Hud—Hud—oh,
fuck
—I—ah—ahhh!”

He lowered himself flush against her back, biting her damp neck and working his hips mercilessly against her plush ass. She gasped, closing her eyes in ecstasy as he pushed even deeper into her than before; no man had ever,
ever
filled her like this. Her tender pussy spasmed around his thick, conquering cock.

One of his hands seized possessively on her throat, forcing her head back for a feral kiss. She accepted it, loved it. Why had she never been kissed like this before? Why had a man never fucked her this way before? She needed it. She’d always needed it.

“
Hudson
,” she panted as he bit her ear, her jaw. “More! Harder!”

“Harder?” he growled, and she barely recognized his voice: it was so rough, so low, so forceful. “I’ll give it to you harder, baby. God, Harper, your pussy’s made of butter!”

He shoved into her with a sharp, deep thrust. It made her cry out, and her vision blurred.

“Yes!” she shrieked. “Like that! More! Take me!”

The power and savagery of his strokes caused pure, primitive bliss. She was being mated by a strong, virile man, and her body and soul loved it. If this was what it meant to be a shifter woman, then they had a sweeter deal than human women.

He closed a hand on one of her big, jiggling breasts, squeezing it hard enough to make it flush. She whimpered, lost in the wild pleasure of their fucking. When he started to chew and suck the back of her neck, she thought she might pass out.

“You like this, baby?” he breathed, his voice pure gravel. “Is this what you needed?”

“Yes! Yes!” she cried, slamming her hips greedily against his. “I need it!”

“Am I better than one of your men?”

She felt dizzy and half-melted. “
Yes
! Yes, yes,
yesss
—”

He bit her shoulder hard. There was an electric spark of pain as he broke the skin, but it only brought her closer to orgasm. She wailed.

“Mine, Harper,” he rumbled, licking where he’d bit. The two of them were tangled up and moving savagely together, covered in a sheen of sweat. “You’re mine. Stay mine. Stay with me! I’ve never had a better woman. You make me hard as iron—You’re hot as sin—I can’t resist you, I want—”

“Ride me!” she begged, interrupting him deliriously. “Fuck my pussy! Make me come!”

“Is that what you want, Harper? You want to come on my cock?”

“
Yes
!” she almost screamed. The molten waves of pleasure rolling up from her ravished pussy were pushing her to climax. She only needed a little more, more of his power, more of his size, more of his ferocity.

“Say it!” His teeth were on her ear. “Tell me what you want!”

“I want to come!” she cried. Her next words came from somewhere deep inside, somewhere primal. “Claim me, Hudson! Make me yours!”

Hearing that did something to him. He hammered her like a true animal, rutting with abandon—and it was just what she wanted. Gasping, thrusting back at him, she dropped her head and squeezed the bedclothes tight. Her knuckles went white.

“Ohh, Hud—Oh—
Oh
—”

This was what sex was supposed to be. She wouldn’t—
couldn’t
—go back to how it was before with normal, human men. This was what she needed; this was what she was meant for. A primeval breeding with a strong, rugged man was the only thing that would ever satisfy her again. It was so hot, so good, so fierce.

Her pleasure crested—

“Come for me, Harper!” he rumbled, feeling her tighten. “Come on that big cock!
Be mine
!”

That was it. The sweet tension between her hips seared away, and suddenly, fierily, she came.

Her pussy seized on his thrusting, insistent cock, rippling creamily along his length as she orgasmed. It was so,
so
good—and so,
so
freeing! She bucked back at him, moaning with such ecstasy that she thought the whole compound must hear.

The wet, tight squeeze of her pussy forced him over the edge. With a low, masculine groan, he erupted deep inside her, burying himself to the hilt as he climaxed. Her toes curled as he filled her with the hottest, thickest come she’d ever felt.

It was the best orgasm of her life.

Suddenly, Chance was awake. It was the middle of the night and he was alone in a dark, wind-stirred field.

Harper.
He’d dreamed of Harper again. And she’d told him that she was supposed to be his. His pulse was racing. He’d taken the Harper in the dream. Her soft, pale flesh had been as yielding as cream, her pussy had been as sweet and slick as fruit, but as hot as fire. Even now, thinking of it, his cock was impossibly hard. It was being bitten by his zipper, and its throbbing head was wet with the spend of more than one orgasm.

“Ah, shit,” he muttered, his voice coarse. He had never, ever wanted a woman the way he wanted Harper. Her scent… her body... her smart, level gaze… her heart-stealing smile… these dreams. He needed her like he needed air.

But he also needed to get home and change. If Briar was still there, he’d have to carry her out bodily—she would just be in the way. He was surer than ever that no woman but Harper would satisfy him.

Getting to his feet, he headed back to his cabin.

“Damn, Harper,” Hudson murmured, squeezing one of her large, soft breasts. They were curled up together in his bed. “You have curves like I’ve never seen. It’s enough to put a spell on any man. Lord knows it put a spell on me.”

She bit her lip as his other hand settled between her generous thighs. “You’re not so bad-looking yourself, Hud.”

“No?” He sounded chuffed; she shifted a leg so he could cup her raw, flushed pussy. His warm palm felt soothing against her swollen lips. “That’s good to hear. Tell me something about me that you like.”

“About you? Seriously?” She grinned at him, prone in his arms. Fingers of firelight wavered on the far wall.

“Seriously. Let me hear it.” His dark eyes glittered in the dim.

“Okay.” She chewed her kiss-swollen bottom lip. “I like your eyes. They’re… different.”

He snorted. “They’re just shifters’ eyes.”

“They’re not ‘just’ anything. They’re beautiful.” She gazed at them. “Do all shifters have gold in their eyes like that?”

“Yeah. It’s not all quite the same color of gold, but yeah. What else do you like?”

“What’s
not
to like about your body, Hud?” she asked seriously. “You’re tall and broad-shouldered and you’ve got abs like a god. I’m pretty sure you were actually carved from stone.”

“Heh.” He smiled, a dry, crooked smile, one that filled her stomach with hot syrup. “Maybe.”

“I like the way you taste,” she murmured, wriggling closer. “I like how hot and firm your skin is. I love your chest hair and your stubble. I like your stupid sense of humor and your killer smile and your shrewd brains and, if you must know, your big, thick cock. And everything else, too. I like everything. I really do.”

His look had softened and darkened to something more serious.

“What?” she murmured. “What is it?”

“I’ll take you back to Banff, Harper,” he whispered, hands in her hair. “I meant it.”

“But you’ll catch hell here if you do that,” she whispered back, loving being so close to his hot, hard body.

“That’s my problem. Just let me take you. I’ll take you tomorrow.”

She gazed at him for a long time. “I thought you had to fight Chance tomorrow.”

“After that.”

Chance
.

Thinking about him reminded her of her feelings for him—if they could even be called feelings, after just a few days. But they
felt
like feelings… how could that be? Why did it seem like she’d known him longer? And like she’d known Hudson longer, too?

“Harper?”

“Okay.” She ran her knuckles along his thickly stubbled jaw. “Just… promise you’ll take me somewhere safe? Somewhere human? When you can?”

“Promise. I’ll get you home, Harper.”

Home.

Why did it disappoint her to hear him say that?

She
had
to leave. Good sex wasn’t worth her life, and her life was what the elders wanted.

“God, but you’re beautiful,” he breathed. She saw the gold glittering brightly, hungrily in his eyes. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and that’s the truth. Your face… your body… you’re irresistible, girl. You’re worth your weight in gold.”

She kissed him. It was a deep, slow kiss.

“Why aren’t you mated, Hud?” she breathed against his mouth. He tried to kiss her again, but she turned her face slightly away. “Women must want you.”

“Why’re you asking me this?”

“Because bear people seem obsessed with pairing off, but you’re alone.”

“Are you asking if I’m defective, girl?” He tried to kiss her again, and this time she let him, just for a moment. It was a hard thing to resist.

“It just doesn’t make sense to me. You’re strong and handsome and smart and they trust you. They think you’re good enough to be their Alpha! So why aren’t you with anyone?”

“I haven’t found my woman yet.” His voice was low, husky. “If she even exists.”

“Why wouldn’t she?”

“What is this, the hot seat? That’s enough from you.” He covered her mouth with a large hand, playfully; she pulled it off.

“I’m serious! There are lots of women in this clan.”

“I know it.”

“So? Once of them isn’t right?”

“So I lost a clan once. It’s hard to believe it won’t happen again.” The gold in his eyes cooled. “Can you understand that, Harper?”

She softened, mollified and sorry. “Yes. I can. I lost my family too.” She turned into him, nuzzling into the space between his shoulder and his neck. “I can completely understand.”

He stroked her hair slowly. For a while there was no sound but the pop and hiss of logs in the fire.

“What did you do with Chance, Harper? Did you talk? Or… what?”

“What did I do with Chance? You mean, the day he was guarding me? Why?”

“Just tell me.”

“Why, though? What’s it matter?”

“It matters to me.”

He sounded jealous, but he couldn’t be. She didn’t mean anything to him, and he… he didn’t mean anything to her either, or he shouldn’t. What was there to be jealous about?

“That’s not your business, Hud. Is it?”

He frowned slightly. “No. I guess it’s not.”

She gazed at him, her eyes liquid. “Are you jealous?”

“Guess so,” he murmured.

She kissed him.
Don’t be
she wanted to tell him, but that wasn’t quite right. Maybe he should be. Because she liked him just as much as she liked Chance, and either way, her feelings didn’t make sense.