“Nuh-uh. Keep those hands up, mister, or this stops.”
His hands latched onto the headrest. As far as he was concerned, they were chained there.
“Good boy.” She patted his hip and swallowed him down, taking him to the root.
“Oh, shit.” He fought to keep still. He didn’t want to choke her, but damn that felt incredible. He’d never had anyone take him the way she did.
Her head began to bob, her tongue playing his cock like a fucking virtuoso. He lost himself in the sensation of his mate pleasuring him. God, he’d never felt anything quite so good. The cool air of the tattoo parlor blew over him, the pictures on the wall reminding him of the art she’d done on other people. He’d have to get her to take a picture of his new work, add it to the gallery on the wall of her station.
Oh. Oh hell. That tongue of hers was a lethal weapon. She lapped at the head of his cock, long, languid strokes, tasting the drops of precome that dripped from him. He clamped down on the headrest, desperate to grab hold of her head and force her to take him all in.
This time it was her space, her show, and he’d be damned if he didn’t let her have that.
Tabby sucked him down again, watching his face through the fall of her bangs.
He looked so gorgeous with his head thrown back. He was staring at the ceiling, his lips pursed. She wondered if he was doing something to hold himself back, prolong the pleasure. Counting ceiling tiles, maybe?
She wasn’t sure if she wanted him to come now or if she wanted him to fuck her.
Her hands ran along the insides of his thighs, came to rest at the juncture of his groin. Her fingertips grazed over her mating mark.
She did her best not to give away what she was about to do. He looked so ready to blow. And he was being such a good boy.
She lifted her head and, before he could react, bit down on the mating mark.
He roared and practically levitated off the tattoo chair. Startled, she pulled back.
Bear looked out of Alex’s eyes. “Uh-oh.” The last time she’d seen that look, he’d bent her over the bed and claimed her most thoroughly. Her pussy clenched in anticipation.
This was going to be fun.
She found herself off the floor and screeched. Alex had her on the counter so fast it was dizzying. Her head hit the mirror, her legs were spread wide and he was ripping at her jeans.
“No! No shredding!” He paused. She had maybe two seconds to come up with something to save her jeans. “You want everyone seeing me bare-assed?”
He growled, the sound low and threatening. She hadn’t known it was possible to get even more turned on, but fuck that possessiveness of his was hot.
He undid her jeans and slid them down her legs. When he reached her boots he paused, the heat in his expression intensifying. “I love these boots.”
Before she could ask what he meant, he was lifting her again. She found herself on her feet, her back to him, her hands clenching the edge of the countertop. Her panties were pulled down, exposing exactly how wet she was. He nipped her ass cheek with sharp teeth before licking a long line between her cheeks. “No lube, so this will have to wait.”
She thought about the A&D ointment, but decided against it. She didn’t know if it would work or not, and the way he was acting, she’d rather be lubed for the pounding she expected to get.
“God, I love your ass.” His hands kneaded the globes. Little nibbling kisses peppered her cheeks. “So beautiful.” He gave it one last lick before reaching under the edge of her shirt. “Your back is gorgeous too.”
My back? She giggled. No one had ever called her back gorgeous.
He slapped one of her ass cheeks.
“Ow! What was that for?” She scowled at him over her shoulder.
“When I say you’re gorgeous, you don’t laugh.”
He looked dead serious. “Why not?”
He leaned over her, caging her against the countertop, one arm on either side of her. “Because you are.”
She shrugged. She knew she was cute on her good days, but gorgeous?
“Are you calling me a liar?”
She blinked. He sounded almost pissed. “Um. No?”
“Good.” He yanked her shirt off, his fingers going to her bra clasp before she could take a breath. “Your back is lean and strong, capable of carrying any burden. Just like you.” He undid the clasp and stroked the bra away, his hands hot on her skin. “Your arms can wrap themselves around a Bear most find terrifying and love him until he can’t breathe without filling himself with you.”
She met his gaze in the mirror. His eyes dared her to lie to him, to tell him it wasn’t love.
She nodded. She wouldn’t lie to him. Not ever to him.
Some of the anger leached away, warming the dark brown eyes of his Bear. He rested his palm against her chest, nestling it between her breasts. “You’ve got the most loving heart I’ve ever been privileged to know. So don’t tell me you aren’t gorgeous. Everything about you is beautiful.”
Damn. He was going to make her cry. “I’m not perfect.” She’d screw up, she always did, and if he put her on a pedestal, she’d destroy them both when she fell off of it.
He smiled. “I never said you were. I said you were beautiful. I know the difference.” He slid his cock between the folds of her pussy, getting the tip nice and damp. “You’re stubborn, but you’ve had to be to survive. You’ve got a smart mouth. Sometimes I don’t know whether to laugh or fill it full so you’ll shut up.”
“Hey!”
He laughed softly and began to slide into her, filling her up. His scent surrounded her, making her feel safe and loved. “And I’ve told you not to wear these boots to work. They scream ‘Fuck me’.”
“You did not, and they do not.” He was all the way inside her now. She bit her lip and moaned at the fullness.
“I want to bend you over every time I see you in them.”
She shot him a sultry look in the mirror. He brushed her hair way from her neck and nibbled, his gaze locked on hers. His tongue snaked out and stroked the mating mark.
“I thought I had everything necessary to make me happy. I had a good job, a family who loved me and accepted me. I could go out on my Harley and see the world, and they’d be waiting for me with open arms.”
She raised a brow. She had a pretty good idea what he was leaving out. “And all the action you could handle?”
He shrugged. “What do you want me to say?” He thrust, jarring her forward.
“Once I saw you, none of it mattered.” He thrust again, driving his point home.
“Without you, I have nothing.”
She reached back and stroked his cheek, smiling when he kissed her palm. “Not true. You have everything I lost.”
He began to finger her clit, driving her toward the edge. “Remember explaining red to a blind man? Explain what a mate means to someone who has never had one. Then explain to your mate why you cherish every breath she takes.” He licked his mating mark again. “Now explain to your very stubborn mate that she is your necessity. Nothing else is worth shit without her.”
“Alex.” She sighed. She knew what he meant. He was her home, her heart. Her necessity. “I know. Believe me, I know.”
He smiled. He understood what she was, and wasn’t, saying. He bit down, throwing her over the edge into orgasm.
Her head flew back, her hands clenched the countertop. She groaned, long and low, the orgasm rippling through her. If he hadn’t clamped his hands on her hips at the last moment, she would have hit the floor.
He used that grip to begin truly pounding into her, his point finally made. He hammered her relentlessly, driving her through the orgasm and to the brink of another one.