The Mating Project (9 page)

That
thought should probably worry Maria a great deal. Silas was human, and her
mate. There was no doubt about that, not when her body went up in flames at
just being in his presence. This slow dance he was inflicting on her, just set
her alight even more.

"Breathe,
baby."

His
amused reminder caused her to draw shuddering breaths into her lungs. She was
too aware of his hand cupping her hot mound to give much thought to the
necessity of breathing. His long fingers teased along her hole, pushing the
sodden fabric into her channel one agonizingly slow millimeter at a time, while
his palm pressed against her clit with just enough pressure to keep her on the
edge. It was driving Maria insane. She was so close, so damn close, but spread
wide as he kept her, one hand on her hips holding her still, the other teasing
her wet cunt, and her hands out of action, she could only feel.

"You're
so damn wet for me."

Silas
groaned the words into her belly as he kissed his way down her torso, and Maria
shut her eyes and yanked at her restraints when he knelt in front of her. He
raised one of her legs over his shoulder and kissed the tender flesh of her
inner thigh, just above her stockings.

"And
so fucking sexy."
He nudged her clit with his nose as his hot breath
against the wet crotch of her underwear added another layer of sensation to the
heated moment. Everything inside her tensed when he grasped the elastic of her
thong with his teeth and pulled it down and out of the way, as far as the
position allowed. The thin material bunched in her slit, and added pressure to
her clit that had her whimpering anew. Silas yanked hard, and the fabric tore
with an audible rip. Cool air hit her folds, only to be immediately replaced by
the heat of his breath, lips, and tongue.
 
His fingers dug into her ass cheeks as he held her still and set to
work, lapping at the evidence of her arousal with his talented tongue. He
tunneled into her channel and alternated short flicks against her clit with
long deep strokes along her slit and into her pussy, until Maria wanted to
scream. Higher and higher he pushed her, and when he replaced his tongue with two
of his fingers, and sucked her clit into his mouth, Maria saw stars.

From
deep within her core the trembles started, until nothing else mattered but his
fingers fucking her sweet spot with unerring precision, the almost painful
stimulation to her engorged clit, his hot breath against her sweat slicked skin,
and the wet, greedy sounds of her pussy, as she
gushed
her release into his mouth.

On
and on he pushed until she had ridden out the last tremors and her body went
limp. Had it not been for her arms tied above her head, and his body crowding
her against the wall, she would have been nothing but a boneless mass of
thoroughly fucked woman, sliding to the floor.

The
rip of foil next to her ear, as Silas tore a condom packet with his teeth,
shook her out of her post orgasmic haze, and the heavy drum of desire once
again fizzed through her veins. Silas stepped back slightly, yanked his
trousers and boxer briefs down, and then sheathed himself in record time. Maria
got a brief flash of his heavy, erect cock, slick with pre-cum, before he
accomplished the task and then he grabbed her ass cheeks and lifted her. Maria
brought her legs round his waist and rocked herself onto his heavy shaft
nudging her entrance. She was so wet and ready for him, that he slipped in with
only the barest hint of resistance from her swollen tissues, and they both
groaned when he bottomed out inside of her.

"Yes,
oh, yes…"

Maria
sighed and pleaded, as Silas pulled almost all the way out again and then
slammed home with enough force to pummel her into the wall. She would carry
bruises in the morning, and that thought made her smile and her cat purred in
delight.

"You're
so fucking tight around my cock, baby. I was going to do this
slow
, but fuck … I can't. Jesus, yes,
work
my cock, little cat. You want this so bad, don't you?"

Silas's
grunted words into her neck as he slammed in and out of her cunt turned Maria
on even more, and her cat took over. She tightened her internal muscles around
him and locked her thighs around his waist, drawing him in deeper with every
thrust. Her claws sprang free, and her jaw ached as her canines lengthened, and
she gave into instinct and bit down hard on the soft tissues in his shoulder.

Her
orgasm swept through her, and she yanked her hands free, as her claws tore
through her restraints. The fabric of her blouse gave way, and she buried her
fingers in his hair. The coppery taste of Silas's sweet blood filled her mouth,
and he roared his own release, as his hips went crazy,
pistoning
his dick in and out of her.

With
his jeans still around his knees he lost his footing, and the two went down on
the floor with a thump. The action drove him even deeper into her body,
triggering another orgasm, and Maria released her hold on his neck and let her
cat roar in triumph. It shook the floor and the windows rattled, as she bounced
on his cock, ruthlessly pursuing her own pleasure. Her distorted voice changed
to her screaming his name, as she hit her last peak, and collapsed on top of
him.

Chapter Seven

Fuck
, he'd died and
gone to heaven. Silas was surprised he could even form that thought, and
judging by the tremors still shaking Maria's body, she was in the same limbless
state he was in. Everything ached, yet he'd never felt better in his life.
Sensations seemed heightened. The breeze coming in through the still open
window stirred his senses, and brought with it the scent of roses, lavender,
and the climbing ivy that trailed up the side of the flats. He could hear the
distant tinkle of a neighbor's pond in her garden, the hum of traffic, and most
importantly Maria's worry. It wrapped itself around his senses like a heavy
cloak, and he had the oddest impression that he could hear her thoughts if he
really tried hard.

What
the fuck was that about? He moved slightly to relieve the ache in his back,
where the rug had bunched up under him when he fell. What a fucking dumbass he
was. Residual pain from his shoulder flared up, and Silas froze just as Maria
sat up and regarded him from under her long lashes. With her hair hanging loose
around her face, her color high from their intense session, and worry lines
creating a deep groove between her pretty eyebrows, she had never looked more
beautiful to him, or more deadly.

Her
gaze darted to his shoulder, and Silas swore.

"You
fucking bit me."

She
flinched and looked so miserable he wanted to punch something.

"I'm
sorry. I couldn't help myself. Does it hurt?"

Silas
bit back the angry retort bubbling on his tongue and then held his breath when
she leant down and licked her bite. The rough texture of her tongue created
tingles that shot straight to his softening cock still inside her body, and the
damn thing hardened instantly.

Maria
inhaled sharply and gave the tiniest wriggle as her internal muscles clenched
around his dick. Silas couldn't resist temptation and flexed his hips. A hiss
escaped her, and Silas flipped her over. Pinned underneath him she looked good
enough to eat, and he allowed himself another thrust into the tight clasp of
her body, before he withdrew and swore.

Maria
tensed underneath him, and this time he heard her thoughts in his head loud and
clear.

What's
wrong?

The
fucking condom broke, that's what's wrong.

Oh.

Yes,
oh, and what the fuck is this? You can hear my fucking thoughts?

He
threw the useless condom across the floor and rolled off her completely until
he lay flat on his back again, with his damn dick sticking up into the air like
some sort of beacon, and his jeans still around his ankles. He kicked them off
with a grunt and thumped his head on the floor.

"I'm
sorry, this is my fault." Maria's small voice settled in his gut, and the
uncertainty behind those few words made him feel like a complete tool.

"Hardly."
He had to clear
his throat to project his voice with any conviction. "I was rather a
willing participant, and accidents happen." Just not to him, usually. He
felt the gentle probe into his mind and propped himself back up on one elbow to
be able to see Maria's face.

"Stop
doing that, for fuck's sake. How is that even possible?"

To
her credit she didn't even try to deny it. She just turned an endearing shade
of pink.

"It's
the mating bond … I think. I don’t really know. Mum and Dad have it, and my
brothers and Anastasia. I'm sorry I don't mean to pry. This is all new to me,
too. I should never have bitten you."

"No,
you shouldn't have, but, being that you did, tell me what the fuck happens now.
I'm not going to sprout fur, right?"

He
knew he wouldn't. This was not the way it worked, but he had to do something to
bring a smile back on Maria's face. The slightest lift of one corner of her
kiss swollen lips was his reward, and his chest felt lighter. He wasn't going
to analyze this right now, that's for sure. He crunched his teeth when Maria
reached across and ran her fingertips over her earlier bite. That felt way too
good, and his cock twitched as though she'd pulled it up with an invisible
string.

She
noticed of course, and his skin heated when she licked her lips and let her
hand trail lower, over his chest, down to his abs and then his groin. He
stopped her before she could reach his junk. Her pulse jumped under his
fingertips when he grasped her wrist.

"Well,
am I going to bay at the moon?"

Her
startled gaze sought his, and she only smiled when he winked at her.

"I
know, I won't, but is this condom thing going to be an issue?"

Maria
laughed and shook her head.

"Hardly.
We shifters are
dying out, remember. Besides I've been on the pill for years. The last thing I
need is to fall pregnant. My dad would have a fit. Oh fuck it, what am I going
to do now? He'll have a heart attack when he finds out about you."

She
rolled away from him, pulled her skirt down and tried to cover herself with the
remnants of her blouse. Silas sighed and yanked his jeans back up. He had the
devil of a job doing the damn things up over his still rock hard cock, and then
handed Maria his shirt.

She
shrugged into it with a grateful smile, and his heart beat a strange rhythm,
when she sniffed it and smiled. Most women would have balked at the idea of
wearing his sweat soaked shirt, yet Maria seemed to revel in it. He could smell
her getting wet again, and he cursed under his breath. He might not sprout fur,
but, clearly, her bite
had
changed him.

Not
only could they hold seeming mind conversations now, his hearing and sense of
smell were definitely sharper. He stepped forward and winced at the crunch
under his bare feet. There went his glasses, and he realized with a start that
he hadn't even noticed that he wasn't wearing them.

All
too aware of Maria's tense stature, as she seemed to wait for his reaction, he
picked up the twisted spectacles and held them up to his eyes. The world
blurred, and Silas shook his head in amazement.

"Well,
I'll be fucked. I've had to wear specs since I was two, and one bite from
you,
and my eyesight is cured? Jeez, woman, what have you
done to me?"

He
didn't really expect an answer, and sure enough she simply looked up at him and
shrugged her shoulders.

How
fucked up was this, that her kind didn't know the answers to the most
fundamental questions? When had shifters become so out of touch with their
unique abilities, and more importantly, why did he care so much all of a
sudden?

Maria,
of course, that's why. The woman was like a drug to his system, and he had no
idea how he was ever going to get her out of his bloodstream, or even if he
wanted to.

"Here,
I'll run you a bath, and then I'll find you something else to wear. I'm
sorry,
I've been rather hard on your clothes. I'm not
normally quite so aggressive. Not exactly sure what came over
me.
"

Maria
smiled and shook her head.

"It's
the mating bond. I couldn't help my responses either." She bit her lip and
didn't look at him, and that made him angry.

"Let's
get one thing, straight, Maria. I'd have wanted to fuck you, irrespective of
any mating bond, and I refuse to believe that we simply couldn't help each
other. I'm human, or at least I was, and I knew exactly what I was doing. I
wanted you, and fuck me if right now I don’t want you again. I don't regret
what happened for one minute, not even you biting me, because, damn
it, that
was the best fucking orgasm I ever had. Now, what
the fuck we're going to do about this, and what it means, I have no idea, but
know this. You might have been the
one
who bit me, but
I have no intention of letting you go, and if your father is going to give you
grief over it, then he'll have to go through me first."