The Outlaw Stakes His Claim (12 page)

He pulled back, which had been hard as hell, and
looked into her face again.

“But I don’t want to stop, Dallas. I have never wanted
anything more than I want you right now.”

And then he fucking lost it. He slammed his mouth on
hers, stroked the seam of her lips with his tongue until he had coaxed them
open, and plunged the muscle deep inside. She tasted sweet, and he knew right
then that she would be his drug of choice from this moment on. He was drunk on
her, higher than he had ever been, and already addicted. He still had a hold of
her hair, and with her head pulled back he was able to devour her like a
starving man. Never had he experienced something as good as having Hope pressed
up against him. She was all softness to his muscles, and the fact that she was
wet for
him
was the biggest
aphrodisiac in the world. “Tell me how much you want me, Hope.
Fuck
, I need to hear it.” He murmured
against her lips and then kissed her harder than he had before.

She gasped against his mouth. “I am so wet for you,
Dallas,” she murmured against him.

The sound that came from him was not from his human
side, but from his bear. The bastard wanted out, wanted to claim her in the way
a mate does: rough, hard, and so there wasn’t any fucking denying that Hope was
all his. There wasn’t any chemical reaction that happened within a shifter when
they found their mates or that one person they wanted to stay with. No soul
mates, or love at first sight that controlled them. But when a shifter found
that one person that changed something inside of them, tilted their whole
fucking world until it was rocked on its axis, there was nothing that could
sway the need to claim them. Dallas had never experienced it, not even with
Meghan. She had been the mother of his child, so of course he had loved her, but
what he felt for Hope wasn’t even on the same level. That realization had guilt
swamping him. He closed his eyes and tried to pull himself out of his past, out
of the feelings that he was a horrible man because of never trying with her.
Hope deserved so much better than him.

“Hey.” She placed her hands on either side of his
face and held him until he opened his eyes. “Whatever is hurting you,
don’t
let it take you under.”

Dallas knew that this woman had her own pain,
because the expression on her face and the sweet scent of understanding came
from her and wrapped around him like a comforting cloak. He had never thought
he would have been blessed to find a female that could push away his darkness.
That was, he had never thought that was possible until he had seen Hope for the
first time on that side of the road. But Dallas had been so self-absorbed with
his guilt, anger, and self-hatred, that all he had seen was his past, and
didn’t think he could ever move forward.

“We can stop and talk, Dallas.” A delicate smile
covered her face.

He shook his head, closed his eyes once more, and
then moved his hands so they were over hers. “No, I don’t want to stop this, or
talk about the past. Not right now at least.” He gently pulled her hands away
from his face and placed them on his chest.

“You don’t think this is insane?” She spoke softly,
seriously.

He lowered his head and buried it in the crook of
her neck. Dallas licked and sucked at her sweet, soft flesh, and continued to
grind his erection into the roundness of her belly. No, he wouldn’t let his
issues ruin this. Her breathing started to increase once more, and he knew she
was right there with him. “I think it’s really insane, baby.” He flattened his
tongue and ran it up the length of her throat. She shivered under his touch,
and he moved his hands back to her hair and tightened them in her silky locks.
“But I also feel it down in my bones how right this is, and how I am done
fighting it. I don’t care that it has been days, and I don’t care that we don’t
know much about each other except that we want the other with this hardcore
need.” He moved his mouth and tongue along her jawline, over her little chin,
and licked her bottom lip and then her top. “And I don’t need to be sane to
know that you’re mine, Hope, and that there isn’t anyone or anything that will
take you away from me.” He removed one of his hands from her hair and slid it
down to cover her throat in a loose, yet proprietary hold. He leaned back only
enough to look into her eyes. “I’m not a good man, Hope. I’m not light and
easygoing, have never done the chocolates and flowers, but want to try this
with you.” They may be talking, but the arousal was only growing more intense
by the second. “I have a lot of fucking baggage, some that holds me down and
makes me a dark male.” He wanted her to know what kind of man he really was,
that he wasn’t sweet and gentle no matter how much she deserved that from him.
It just wasn’t in his DNA. “I am an asshole on the best of days, but I swear to
whoever is listening that I will always be there for you, and that I will never
let anything happen to you.” The words were coming from him
on
their own,
but they needed to be said, and she needed to hear every
word.

“You want me, Dallas?”

He knew she wasn’t asking about wanting her in the
sexual sense, but in the
mine
sense.
“Yeah, baby, I do want you, but I’m not going to force anything on you.” He
would need to tell her about himself and how if she gave herself to him that he
wouldn’t let her go. She also needed to know that the heinous shit he had done
was a part of him, a part of his animal, and that he would always be like this.
He was a Grizzly member, a hardcore, rough motherfucker that acted before he
thought, and always would. “There are things you need to know about me.”

Actually speaking about this and admitting all of
this out loud was one of the hardest things he had ever done. His cock roared
out for him to shut up, but he never stopped pressing himself into the softness
of her body. Pre-cum moistened the tip of his shaft, and his balls felt heavy
and full. He needed to fill her up with his cum, needed the scent of him to
cover her from the inside out until any male that came close to her would know
that she was taken by a Grizzly member.

“There are things I want to tell you, too.”

He pulled back again, but immediately kissed her.

“But right now I just want to feel you, Dallas,” she
said against his mouth. “I don’t want to talk about what will be ugly things,
because right here and now feels too good to tarnish with our pasts.”

He groaned against her mouth and took the kiss to
another level, one where it was fierce and possessive, and one that she would
know what it meant to have her his way. For several seconds all they did was
move their tongues along each other’s in a frantic, desperate motion. She
moaned and gasped against his lips, and then she was sliding her hands over his
shoulders and curling her fingers into his biceps.

“I feel like this isn’t real.”

Yeah, Dallas knew exactly what she meant. “It’s real,
baby. I’m right here with you, and I’m not going anywhere.”

Chapter Nine

Dallas forced himself to take a step back. Hope’s
cheeks were still pink, her lips red, swollen, and glossy from his kiss. He
removed his cut and hung it on the rack that was on the wall beside him. Gripping
the edge of his t-shirt he pulled it up and over his head and threw it to the
ground. A small gasp left her as she looked at his body, and no doubt was
stunned to see he had no skin on his arms—from wrist to shoulder—or on his
chest that wasn’t covered in ink. He liked that she looked at his body so
desirable. But when she moved her gaze to his crotch his dick jerked in
response. He knew that if he wasn’t careful he’d come before he even got inside
of her. “Take the shirt off, Hope.” His voice was harsher than he had intended,
but his bear was taking control of this situation, too.

She lifted her gaze to his face, and blinked
rapidly.
 
“I…” She hesitated, but before
he could try to ease her she gripped the edge of her shirt.

Dallas wanted to see those big ass tits bared for
him, wanted to watch as they shook forcefully as he fucked her. “Take off the
shirt, Hope.” He said it again a little harder so she would know how much he wanted
her. He placed his hand over his erection that bulged through his jeans and
applied pressure. He was hard and aching, and he needed her now. She was
gorgeous, and her being shy all of a sudden—although endearing—was not what he
needed right now. She still hadn’t taken her shirt off, and when he inhaled
deeply and caught the scent of her embarrassment and uneasiness he knew this
had nothing to do with shyness, and everything to do with her own inner demons.
“Baby—”

She shook her head, stopping him from continuing. As
she looked down at her feet, the scent of her self-disgust slammed into his
nose and broke his fucking heart. Dallas didn’t know if someone had brought her
to this point where she felt like she wasn’t beautiful enough, or if this was
her own self-image issues. Either way his bear grew enraged that someone might
have hurt her like this.

“I just—”

Dallas didn’t let her finish that sentence, and
instead had his body pressed to hers and had his mouth on hers. He wouldn’t
tell her how beautiful she was with words only, but show her with his hands and
mouth. She was his now, to cherish, protect, and to make sure that there was
never a day in her life again where she thought she was less than perfect. He
smoothed his hands down her sides and gripped onto her hips. “Hope, you’re
my
woman now.” Running his tongue among
her bottom lip he felt her relax against him and then shiver in response.
Slipping his hands under the edge of her shirt, he felt her tense once more,
but he wanted her pliant and comfortable around him. “These curves,” he kissed
a path down her jaw, “were made for me.” He continued to kiss and nip and the
skin of her throat. He got down on his knees so his face was eye level with her
belly, and lifted his gaze so he could look in her face. “You’re perfect for
me, Hope.” And then he was slowly pushing her shirt up and exposing her belly.
She was still so tense, but he didn’t want her humiliated in front of him, and
that wasn’t what he was going for by doing this.

“Dallas, I feel so out of my element right now.”

He could hear the rapid pounding of her heart, and
it was a mixture of fear and arousal. “Do you want me to stop?” He held her
gaze with his own. “Because if you do, baby, I will in an instant.” It would be
hard as hell, but no way was he going to rush this. She hadn’t pushed his hands
away, and her luscious belly was still exposed.

She licked her lips, and he gritted his teeth and
held in his groan. “I don’t want to stop. I just have issues with the way I
look, but am trying to work through them.”

He hated that she felt that way about herself, but
he was going to prove to her how beautiful she was in his eyes. Being this
close to her pussy he could smell her wetness, and his tongue felt thicker with
the need to part her folds and lick all of that honey from between her legs. He
didn’t probe her to tell him more, because when she was ready she would let him
into that part of her life. Until then he would just have to show her how much
he loved her body, and he’d prove that to her in more than one way.

“I want this.” She speared her hand in is hair, and
he tightened his hold on her hips. “And I want you.” There was still
apprehension in her voice, but she slowly relaxed.

The sting in his scalp as she tugged at the strands
had his cock jerking behind his fly and more pre-cum spilling from the tip of
his length. He lowered his eyes to the soft swell of her belly, and didn’t
hesitate as he leaned forward and ran his tongue over her belly button and slipped
it inside the little dip. She started breathing faster again, and he increased
his motions, dragged his teeth over her stomach, moving his tongue in the same
motion, and continuing down until he reached the button of her jeans. “I can
smell how juicy you are for me, Hope.”

Letting go of her hips he undid the button and slid
the zipper down. He went slowly despite his need to tear the fucking material
from her body, spread her labia, and lick her slit until she came all over his
face. But he forced himself to take it easy. Her apprehension and unease completely
vanished when he pushed her shirt all the way up, over her breasts, and covered
the massive mounds with his hands. The bra she wore certainly wasn’t the most
revealing and was only
a simple
light pink cotton, but
fucking hell was it sexy on her. Her cleavage was nearly bursting out of the
cups, and his throat closed as he stared at her chest and felt the heavy weight
in his palms. The stiff peaks of her nipples stabbed through the fabric, and
that was his snapping point. Shoving her jeans down, he stared at her thick
thighs that were revealed. Shit, was she built to take his passion, wrap those
legs around his waist, and hold on tight.

“Dallas.”

He squeezed her breasts over and over again until
she closed her eyes and gasped out for more. Pulling the edge of her bra down
until the mounds popped free from the material, his heart slammed against his
chest at the sight that was revealed. Her nipples were red and hard, and aching
for his mouth. But what he wanted to taste was the juices that flowed out of
her pussy. Looking back at the simple cotton panties she wore, he quickly
finished working off her jeans. She lifted her legs and kicked the material to
the side, and then he took hold of her leg behind the knee, lifted it and
placed it over his shoulder. Dallas pulled her underwear to the side until her
smooth, pink pussy was exposed, and he growled low in his throat. Her flesh was
swollen and glistened from her arousal, and he wasn’t going to deny either of
them any longer.