Against All Odds (Shifters)(19)

“Yeah, I’ve grew up with the shifters, and they’re so comfortable with each other. They don’t mind hugging and kissing whereas my parents are always hesitant and reserved.”

He understood what she meant. Even his parents, considering they killed themselves, had been extremely cuddly.

The drive back to his house was filled with Heather complaining about her parents. He figured she was talking about them in order to keep her mind off what was about to happen. There was no way he was waiting until after he’d seen her parents to claim her. He would have to tell her the truth about the scars once she’d seen her parents. When they didn’t respond to the scars, she was no doubt going to have plenty of questions.

He wanted to have claimed her, giving himself another point of making her his mate.

When he parked up outside his home, Heather was climbing out without waiting for him to open the door.

“They’re weird, Ben. I’m telling you, they make shifters seem almost normal,” she said, ranting and raving about her parents.

Laughing, he searched for his keys and opened the front door.

He never thought he’d be considered normal considering he could turn into a tiger at will.

“Tell me I don’t have to go.”

Closing the door, he wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her close to him. “Shut up. We’re not talking about your parents. I’ve got tonight to prove to you that I’m a stud in the bedroom.”

She stopped talking. Her breaths deepened making her chest rise and fall.

“I see I’ve got your attention now.”

“Are you seriously going to, you know, do it?”

“How old are you?” he asked, teasing her.

“Old enough to know bad sex.”

Shaking his head, he took hold of her hand and started up the stairs. His cock thickened as the arousal scent surrounded him. He was going to make sure she remembered tonight for all the good reasons.





Chapter Fourteen



Following Ben upstairs, Heather felt an answering heat fill her pussy. She couldn’t believe she was about to have sex. He led the way past their bedrooms and went straight for the master bedroom with the romantic bed.

She watched as he closed the door behind him, blocking the world out. He was out of her arms for a few seconds. His hands went to her face, sinking into the length of her hair.

“I’m going to blow your world,” he said.

Heather had no doubt about his prowess in the bedroom. His voice had her melting in a pool at his feet. Licking her lips, she gasped as his fists tightened in her hair. Ben tugged on the length of hair, making her expose her neck. His kiss went from her lips, down to lick her throat.

A gasp escaped as he bit and sucked on her flesh. She’d have a mark on her neck in the morning. Her nipples tightened. Ben didn’t stop his assault to her senses. His hands pushed the straps of her dress down until it dropped under her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra. The tips were rock hard from arousal and the slight chill in the air.

“You’re so fucking sexy. Your tits are just the right size.”

Crying out, Heather gripped his shoulders as he sucked her nipples into his mouth. He loved one breast before moving onto the next. Ben didn’t rush his movements.

He let go of her hair, and she watched him lick the red tips. When he sank to his knees before her, she squeezed her thighs together. He turned her on so much. There was no control in what he made her feel.

“I can smell you, baby.” Ben pressed his head at the apex of her thighs, inhaling her scent.

“Ben!”

“You smell so fucking good.”

He lifted her up in his arms as if she weighed nothing. The lace curtains were pushed aside, and she was tumbling to the bed.

“I’m too heavy, Ben. You can’t pick me up like that.”

“I don’t care. You’re perfect.”

She swallowed past the lump in her throat when he removed his shirt. His muscles rippled, stopping all thought. He was so large that he made her feel small. Around Ben she no longer felt the size eighteen curves she’d always possessed.

His hands went to his belt. Her mouth watered. Ben rarely wore underwear, and today was no exception. His thick, hard cock, sprang free. The tip glistened in the low lighting.

Within minutes he was crawling up the bed. The dress she’d been wearing was around her waist.

He grabbed the fabric and tore it off her body. There was no finesse, and instead of scaring her, Heather felt desired. His actions spoke far louder than any of his words could. Her panties joined the torn dress on the floor.

His eyes were far darker than she recalled.

“I’ll not hurt you,” he said.

She believed him. There was no need for her to speak.

Ben was the one in control. He gripped her ankle, tugging her to where he knelt on the bed. Her hips were in his hands, and he was lifting her against his mouth.

The angle was uncomfortable, but then his lips were on her pussy and Heather lost all thought. His tongue pierced her cunt and swirled around her clit. She didn’t know where he ended and she began. The only sound she heard was the slurping of his tongue on her pussy.

“So wet,” he said, moaning.

She was close to orgasm, and before she could get over the edge, he released her. Dropping to the bed, Ben gripped his hard erection in his hand. She watched him run the tip against her without saying a word. In the next instant, she cried out as he slammed inside her. He didn’t get to the hilt in the first thrust. His hands went to her waist, and with three more pushes, Ben seated himself inside her.

Heather held onto his hands, shocked by how deep and wide he was. His cock was like a hot brand inside her, making her hyper aware of where he was.

Licking her lips, she gazed up into his eyes.

“This first time I’m not going to last,” he said. “You’ll come, but next time I’ll take my time.”

She nodded. He thought this was going bad for her? She’d never felt so full. His cock rubbed along the walls inside her pussy, and she didn’t know they could be so sensitive.

He pulled out of her only to slam back inside before he’d left. Each thrust sent her up the bed until her hands were flat on the head board, stopping her head from banging against it.

Ben rode her body hard. He leaned down, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, to match what was happening between her legs.

His thrusts were relentless. The pleasure tore through her body. She’d never been taken in such a carnal way before. His rough handling was making her feel desired.

“I want you so fucking much. Such a tight cunt,” he said, nibbling on the side of her neck. “I’ve got to claim you. Please say yes, Heather.”

“Yes, claim me. Make me yours.”

She cried out as his teeth sank into her breast. Heat flooded her body as he marked her. She didn’t know what he was doing. The intense pleasure from his teeth drove her over the edge.

Thrusting up to meet him, Heather fucked him as hard as he fucked her. There was no need to slow down. She needed to come.

Letting go of the board, she quickly wrapped her arms around his back holding on. He turned their positions until she was sat in his lap, his cock deep inside her.

Ben bounced her on his cock. “Fuck, I’m close.”

She’d already come, and she ordered him to find release.

His hand tightened in her hair, pulling her towards him for a kiss. She opened her mouth accepting his passion. Their love making wasn’t neat and tidy. It was all-powerful and consuming, and Heather wouldn’t have it any other way.

Ben came with a grunt. His cock pulsed deep inside her pussy. She felt his hot seed flood her channel. Heather didn’t care. She clawed at his back, holding onto him.

When he was done Ben’s grip loosened in her hair.

“Do I meet your seal of approval?” he asked, kissing her lips.

“If you ever make love to me with any less passion I will cut your dick off.” Their bodies were covered with perspiration.

He chuckled.

She stared into his eyes. They were going back to brown. “I really do love you.”

“I love you, too.”

****

Ben brushed her hair off her shoulder, kissing her neck.

“What was with the bite?” she asked. He couldn’t bring himself to leave her sweet heat.

“To claim you as my mate I needed to bite you. My scent clings to your skin, but the mating with my dick inside you and my tiger teeth in your body, confirms it. No other shifter male will come near you.” He stared into her eyes, waiting to see the change of emotion in her gaze.

“I thought you’d already claimed me?” She was stroking one of his tattoos.

“I had. This just strengthens my claim over you. Also, you wanted this mark on you.” He fingered her breast where his mark lay. “Are you mad at me?”

She shook her head. “How can I be mad at something like this? I love you, Ben. The past is in the past.”

His cock thickened once again.

Heather groaned. “Is this a shifter thing?” she asked.

“Is what a shifter thing?”

“You’re ready to go again.”

“Yeah, we have a high libido. You better get used to it. I’m going to want you all the time.”

“I don’t see a problem with that.” She lowered to him, giving her lips. Opening his mouth, he plundered his tongue into her mouth.

Suddenly she jerked and pulled away. “You didn’t wear a condom, and I’m not on birth control.”