Claiming His Human Page 8

  Her hips took on a life of their own, and her pussy muscles clenched and released desperate for his cock to fill her.

  “Please, I need to … please, Sir, I want your cock.”

  The words were out of her mouth before her brain had even cottoned on to what she was saying. Darius stilled, his eyes flashed fire at her, and for the first time since she’d initiated this, a trickle of fear snaked up her spine. Not enough for her to put a stop to this, whatever this insanity which seemed to hold her in its grip would amount to, but enough to make her already far too fast heartbeat turn into a sledgehammer inside her chest.

  Her vision dimmed, and all reasoning fled her brain in a puff of smoke because Darius looked more animal than human. He looked as though he wanted to eat her alive, and before she could even fathom his intention, her hands were free. The audible rip of her knickers giving way, as he tore them off her sounded far too loud in the quiet room, and then his fingers slipped inside her pussy and she groaned in need. Her head fell forward on his shoulders, even as she instinctively spread her thighs wider apart to give his questing digits better access.

  “You’re so fucking wet, my sweet. Come for me, baby.”

  Holly didn’t need telling twice, because he’d pushed several more of his fingers into her wet channel, stretching her until she felt impossibly full. When he started to thrust in and out of her, hitting that magical spot inside her that made her see stars, Holly flew headlong into an orgasm so intense, she would have screamed, had he not caught her screech of pleasure in the heated kiss her gave. On and on he pushed her until the last of her tremors had subsided, and only then did he withdraw his fingers.

  Holly whimpered her disappointment, and Darius’s lips curved into a smile against hers. He kissed his way down her perspiration-damp flesh, and her skin tingled with excitement when the sharp points of his incisors scraped along her pulse point.

  Would he bite her there? More importantly, did she want him to? Holly tensed, and Darius grumbled something she didn’t quite catch before the sound of the zipper ratcheted her excitement back to fever pitch again.

  Darius pulled away.

  “Look at me, little one. I want to see your face when I sink my cock into your sweet cunt.”

  He brought his fingers slick with her arousal to his mouth and licked them.

  “Delicious. When we have more time, I’ll have to feast on your honey, but for now.”

  He reached down between them, and Holly inhaled sharply at the feel of his large cock entering her.

  His groan matched hers as he grasped her hips, and slowly, inch by delicious, thick inch lowered her onto his shaft.

  “I can’t. You’re too big … I … oh, fuck, that feels good.”

  “You’re telling me, babe. The way your cunt grabs my dick, fuck. I don’t think I can take this slow. I want you too damn much.”

  He lifted her off slightly before lowering her back down until nearly all of him was lodged deep inside her sensitive flesh. His bear’s constant low rumble got louder, more insistent, urging her on. Darius swore when she took the initiative and pushed down as he thrust up. That move meant she completely impaled herself on him. Her internal muscles quivered around his cock, and he roared when she clenched on purpose and took over entirely.

  Every thrust and retreat into her body woke up nerve endings she didn’t even know she had and made her hurtle toward release in record time.

  Her eyes fluttered shut, and she gave herself up to the sensations rocking through her. Darius’s harsh breaths into her ear, as he buried his nose in her neck, the way the chair rocked and creaked, it all added to the surrealism of this situation. This wanton woman grinding against this man she hardly knew, it wasn’t her. Holly didn’t do things like this, but with her body hovering on the precipice she told the barely functioning rational side of her brain to take a fucking hike. None of this mattered, nothing did, but the pleasure Darius gave her.

  “Fuck, I can’t…” The rest of whatever he was going to say was lost in his bear’s growl, as the man stiffened and then pistoned in and out of her with renewed vigor, which triggered another orgasm. Holly bit into his shoulder to stop herself from screaming as circles of bliss radiated out from her clit toward every part of her body. Her toes curled under, warmth filling her insides as Darius thrust deep and stayed there. His cock pulsed inside her and triggered several more mini contractions of her own.

  Holly slumped over him, her breathing too loud, her heartbeat a runaway freight train in her ears, which muffled the sound of the door opening.

  A feminine gasp, a deep inhale, and Darius pulling at her clothes to presumably cover them up from whoever just walked into the door served like an ice cold shower.

  Oh my God, what have I done?

  Chapter Seven

  Of all the damn inconvenient times to be disturbed. Darius glared at the nurse who dared enter and disturb them. The hapless giraffe shifter paled under his bear’s silent anger, and she looked at anyone but them. Not that she could see anything. Holly’s long dress covered them both up adequately, which would turn out to be a blessing in disguise because Holly positively glowed in embarrassment and doubts. His bear read those loud and clear, and it meant that his address to the nurse, Sonja, according to her name tag, came out far more forceful than it would have normally have done.

  “Have you not heard of knocking?”

  Sonja’s shoulders went up, hiding her unusually long neck, and heat stained her cheek bones.

  “I’m sorry, I did, but you … well … that is … I came to update Miss Trent on how the operation is going. I can come back.”

  Holly tensed even more, but she pushed away from him, made an unnecessary grab for her skirt, to presumably make sure she wasn’t flashing anything to the woman standing in the doorway and pushed her hair off her face.

  Perspiration damp hair stuck to her temples, and a shiver went through her when he smiled at her and tucked those strands behind her ear.

  “It’s okay, my sweet,” Darius mumbled the words under his breath, mindful of their unwanted audience. Holly took a deep breath in, wiggled, and promptly gasped because his softening cock took that as an invitation to harden again. His mate bit her lip and tried her best to glare at him. Darius couldn’t have stopped his bear’s self-satisfied smirk if his life had depended on it. His inner animal was far too smug at having planted his seed deep inside their woman. While their mating wouldn’t be complete until he’d bitten her, she smelled of him now. If only they had the time for a repeat performance. However, judging by Holly’s reaction as she shifted and some of his cum trickled out of her, the chance of that was as remote as his turning into a cuddly kitten at his next shift.

  She threw a glance over her shoulder at Sonja.

  “How is my mum?”

  “Oh, she’s doing as well as can be expected. That’s really all I came to say. They should be done in another half hour or so.”

  With that Sonja shut the door behind her. Flinching, Holly lifted off him. He wanted nothing more but to keep her right here, impaled on his dick, but he let her go with a sigh. She glanced at him, that delightful blush of hers getting deeper, and then took off to the adjacent bathroom. The door slammed shut behind her, and the lock clicked.

  Darius ran a hand over his beard, grimaced at the mess his trousers were in, grabbed a handful of tissues from the bed stand to clean himself up as best he could, and then tugged his still semi-erect dick back into his boxers. Judging by the sound of running water that came from the bathroom, Holly was engaged in similar activities. She was also far from happy. He couldn’t catch all of her mutterings, but hearing her call herself stupid more than once made his bear want to break the door down.

  Instead of damaging hospital property, which would only result in his being chucked out of there by security, he picked up Holly’s torn knickers, smiled at the dark stain of her arousal, and grinned. Being surrounded by his mate’s scent calmed his volatile beast considerably. He w
as in the process of shoving the lacy underwear into his pocket when the door to the bathroom opened to reveal a flustered Holly.

  Her eyes widened when she noticed what he was doing.

  “Give me those. What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

  She took several steps toward him before his bear’s possessive grumble stopped her. Holly wrapped her arms around herself in a defensive move, which only served to push up her impressive boobs. She would no doubt be mortified if she knew how much of a peep show she was giving him, because with the angle of the sun reflecting off the bathroom mirror, her dress was rendered transparent. Despite the spectacular orgasm he’d had moments ago, his dick went from half-mast to raring to go in record time. Dangling her torn knickers off one finger, he adjusted himself with his other hand. Holly rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t tear her gaze away from his crotch either. The musk of aroused woman hit him straight in the gut, made ten times more potent because it was mixed with his cum.

  “What, these?”

  He twirled the lacy panties some more and then lifted them back to his nose. Holly coughed and turned a nice shade of beetroot. It really was rather delightful how easily she got embarrassed. While she’d clearly had other sexual partners—the mere thought of which made his bear want to seek them out and kill each one of those fuckers—she was an innocent in lots of ways.

  “I rather think I’ll keep them as a souvenir of our first time, my sweet.”

  “You, that is … you pervert.”

  “You make that sound as though it should be an insult.” He rather enjoyed the way her mouth fell open and nothing bar a squeak came out. “Trust me, there are a million and one far more perverted things I want to do to you, especially to that luscious ass.”

  Holly shut her eyes and tipped her head back, her lips silently moving as though she was praying for divine intervention.

  She really was too cute.

  “Besides, they’d be pretty useless to you now.”

  He winked at her when she opened her eyes, and having deposited the underwear in his pocket, he crossed the distance between them in two long strides.

  “What’s going on in that head of yours, my sweet?”

  Holly shook her head when he put his hand out and he let it fall to his side.

  “This is not me.” She glanced up at him and worried her bottom lip with her teeth. “I don’t do this, and … lord, we didn’t even use anything? What if? I’ve been so damn stupid.”

  Darius’s bear rumbled his annoyance, and her eyes widened.

  “Don’t ever call yourself stupid,” Darius growled the words. “Besides I’m clean. Shifters are immune from all known human diseases, including sexually transmitted ones.” She flinched as he said that, and giving into the very real need to touch her, to reassure her, Darius reached out again to tuck another errant strand of hair behind her ears. She hadn’t bothered to tie it back again, and the glorious mass of red curls tumbled halfway down her back, one silky strand playing peekaboo with her left nipple. He couldn’t wait to have all that mass spread across his pillows, with her tied, spread-eagled and at his mercy, helpless to take anything he dished out.

  Thoughts like that were not helping his dick to deflate any time soon, and as his phone chose that moment to vibrate again, it was an all too timely reminder that he might never get that chance.

  “Aren’t you going to answer that?” Holly asked.

  Darius shook his head.

  “It’s only my boss. Cole,” he added, judging her blank look correctly. “He’s reminding me that I’m running out of time.”

  “Out of time for what?” Holly asked, and Darius sighed.

  “I need to turn myself into the council.” He smiled grimly at her sharp intake of breath.

  “That sounds as though… You’re in trouble right? For what you did at the café?”

  Darius tried to laugh it off, but Holly studied him with a frown pulling her brows together

  “How much trouble are you in, exactly?”

  “Nothing, I can’t handle, my sweet. Besides, I’m not leaving you until we know your mum pulled through the operation okay, and then I’m taking you to Cole’s place.”

  Like he thought she might, Holly’s temper exploded at that.

  “Oh, for pity’s sake. I do not need watching. Surely, I’ve proven that I won’t snitch on you. Besides, like I said before, who in the hell would believe me, and —”

  “It’s not about that, Holly.” She glowered at him for interrupting her and batted away his hand when he reached out to her. “This is to keep you safe.”

  Her anger deflated somewhat at his words.

  “What do you mean, safe? Why would I be in danger? I didn’t do anything wrong. I didn’t ask you to—” She looked around as though she was expecting someone to jump out at him, and his chest tightened in emotion. She might still protest their connection, but she was also trying to keep him safe. He could sense her worry pouring off her, for her mother, but also for him. When she seemed to have reassured herself that it was safe to talk, she continued. “I didn’t ask you to kill him.” She dropped her voice to a mere whisper on the last two words. Darius couldn’t help but smile at that.

  “It’s not funny.” She poked her index finger into his chest to make her point and glared up at him. “I didn’t ask for any of this. It’s not funny. You’re making me act all out of character and we … damn it, what if.” She stepped away from him, glared at the chair on which they’d had their impromptu sex session, and sat down on the edge of her mother’s bed instead. “It’s all well and good you saying I can’t catch anything, but I’m not on anything. What if … lord, what if I get pregnant?”

  His bear roared his approval at the mere thought of seeing their mate round with their cub, and Darius bit back another smile.

  “That’s not going to happen, little one.”

  She blinked at hearing him call her that. She also visibly softened in her antagonistic stance.

  “You don’t know that. It only takes the once, you know.”

  This time Darius did laugh, and Holly frowned at his response.

  “I do know basic biology, my sweet, you know.” He winked at her and promptly sobered because she seemed genuinely worried about this possibility. He had to remember she was human, and her species, generally speaking, had a much higher fertility rate than shifters. It was thus perfectly natural for her to worry over this. “You’re not fertile right now.”

  “And you know this how?” she asked. It was clear from her tone of voice that she didn’t believe him.

  “I could smell it on you if you were. A female’s scent changes when she goes into heat.”

  Holly’s mouth dropped open, and he corrected himself. “Forgive me, I’m speaking in shifter terms, I don’t mean to compare you to a bitch in heat, but the principle is the same.”

  Holly crossed her arms and harrumphed under her breath.

  “Hey, it’s not my fault that humanity is not more in touch with their basic instincts. If your males were, there wouldn’t be half as many unwanted pregnancies.”

  Holly snorted in answer.

  “Do you wanna bet? Men never seem to care much about that, after all, they’re not the ones left holding the baby.” She looked him up and down, and he could almost see the wheels turning in her head as she mulled this over.

  “So, let me get this straight? Had I been fertile, you’d have put a stop to our…” She gestured to the chair, blushed, and found the study of the linoleum floor most interesting all of a sudden.

  “Our what, Holly? You can say the words, you know.”

  She shook her head and kept on resolutely staring at the floor.

  Darius sighed, and sat down next to her, as close as he could without touching her, to appease his worried beast. The bear wanted her to embrace this. For him it was easy. Holly was his mate. They were destined to be together, and had she been a shifter female, they would have been fully mated from the minute he’d f
irst seen her.

  She wasn’t, however, and never did that become clearer than in moments like this, so Darius told his bear to shut the fuck up and let him handle this.

  Grudgingly his animal half retreated, and Darius blew out a breath of relief.

  “We had sex, little one, and I for one don’t regret a minute of it.” He placed his hand lightly on her thigh, and when she didn’t immediately shake him off, he nudged her chin up with his other hand.

  Tears shimmered in her eyes, and Darius wanted to make this all better for her. The fact that the opposite was true, that things had the very real potential to get a lot worse for both of them sat heavy in his gut, but he could reassure her on this.

  “I know you say this isn’t you, and I believe you. You don’t seem the kind of girl who jumps into bed with men she hardly knows.” He smiled at her to soften the impact of his words. “Not that it would matter to me one iota if you were. This isn’t the dark ages, and women are as entitled as men are to seek sexual relief wherever they can find it if they so choose. All I’m saying is that is not what is happening here.” He rubbed his thumb over her lips, and she inhaled sharply. “At least it isn’t for me. You’re my mate, Holly, the one woman destined to be with me. You ruined me for anyone else from the minute I saw you. This goes deeper than any other form of commitment for a shifter, deeper and longer lasting than the longest lived human marriage you can think of, for me, at least.”

  He released her chin when Holly pulled back and bit back a sigh.

  “You don’t believe me, I get that, so I’ll just have to prove it you, won’t I? I will never lie to you, little one, I can promise you that, and in the interests of being honest, and to answer your earlier question.” He paused and ran a hand over his beard. “No, I don’t think I’d have been strong enough to put a stop to us having sex, had you been fertile.” He put a hand up to stop her from speaking when she opened her mouth to no doubt have right go at him for this revelation. “No, let me finish before you read me the riot act and accuse me of being just like any other man. Putting to one side the fact that shifter fertility rates are diabolical and I’d be highly unlikely to get you with child, the thought of you carrying my baby…” He paused to search for the right words. “It takes my breath away, little one, and, hopefully, one day, when you’re ready and believe me when I say that I’m sticking around, we will have a family, but only when you’re ready. I wouldn’t ever force you into that, nor will I force the bond between us, even though all I want to do is bite you, claim you, and mark you as mine, so that every other male around knows you belong to me. Forever.”