Zach watched her face. She couldn’t hide the pleasure he was giving her as her thighs clamped around his waist. The sensation was almost too much. She tried to pull her arms out of his iron grip, though she wasn’t sure if she’d knock him off her or simply rip more flesh from his back.
He began to fuck her again, while his hand continued to move across her skin. She was trapped while he basically forced unbearable pleasure onto her. She’d kill him if it hadn’t been the best fuck of her life. It didn’t take long for her to come again. And she was grateful for the control he had over her hands. She came so hard she wasn’t sure she wouldn’t have ripped all the flesh from his body. Instead she buried her teeth just under his chin and bit down. She felt his body jerk in response and then he was coming, right behind her, slamming his cock into her, his hand gripping the flesh of her thigh.
They both screamed out as the last spasm shook them. After a few moments or years… whatever… Zach leaned back and looked at her. “I’m so going to have fun with that,” he taunted as his hand tapped the tender flesh of her thigh.
Sara rolled her eyes. “Prick.”
At least now, it all sort of made sense. Zach had given her the quick Morrighan family synopsis, promising more when they weren’t still covered in each others DNA and panting from exertion. At least he’d filled her in after they’d fucked in practically every room of the house. He told her about whom and what she was. He explained about how her aggression was normal since she had never shifted. And that helped her understand her grandmother. She still didn’t like her, but at the very least, she now understood her. She even understood herself, and why she’d always felt like a freak. Because she was a freak. But she found herself liking that. This was a freakiness should could get used to.
Of course now she had to apologize to Miki. She had been damn near close to right. And there was no way she’d ever let Sara live that shit down.
Sara settled back against the headboard of her bed, and gently ran her fingers through Zach’s hair. He gave a low growl as his hands slowly moved up and down her legs. He was laying in between her naked thighs, his dark head resting against her chest. And she felt as if he was always meant to be there. Lying comfortably between her legs. She wanted his place to be there forever. But, she knew, eventually he would leave and she’d be on her own again, no matter what Angelina said. She’d be on her own just like always. She held no false hope that what they had was anything more than great sex. She couldn’t afford to hope for anything more. She couldn’t handle the disappointment.
“Do you ride?” He asked her.
She smiled as her fingers lightly slid around his ear, “Not since I hit the barn.”
Zach’s hands paused on her flesh, “You hit a barn?”
“I had to avoid the cow.”
Zach burst out laughing and Sara couldn’t help but smile wider. She liked making him laugh. She got the feeling a lot of people didn’t.
“Okay. Okay. I guess you’ll just have to ride with me. No bike for you.”
Sara frowned in the darkness. What the hell was he talking about?
His hand began to move again against her flesh. Slowly, seductively, as if he just enjoyed touching her. God, how she would miss that. “Do me a favor, and just don’t bring a ton of shit with you. It’s a long enough trip without having to worry about a bunch of bags.”
Sara tensed and cleared her throat. “What are you talking about?”
“Don’t panic, we’ll send for the rest of your stuff.”
She grabbed him by that glossy mass of dark brown hair and snatched his head back. “What are you talking about?”
“What do you think I’m talking about? You’re coming with me.” It wasn’t a question. Or even a demand. It was simply a statement of fact.
“I… I didn’t agree to that.” He turned his big body over, but never left his place between her thighs.
“There’s nothing to agree to. You’re mine.”
“What? Like a dog? I don’t think so.”
He smiled in the face of her anger as he placed his big arms on either side of her. He dragged his large body against hers until their eyes met. She took in a ragged breath as she became moist. Christ, she was a horny dog, and she fought the urge to grab his cock.
“You don’t get it, do you? You’re not in this alone. You belong to me, but I belong to you. Even before you marked me, I belonged to you… as much as it annoys the shit out of me.”
“Marked you?” He glanced down at his bandaged arm and she realized what she’d done. Not just on his arm but all over his body. The man looked like a used chew toy. Then she realized what he’d just said, “And you annoy the shit out of me too. You’re an asshole.”
“And you’re a psychotic bitch.” His head dipped down and he dragged his tongue across her nipple, causing her back to arch, “But I’m pretty sure I could fuck that right out of you.”
“Well,” her hands grasped the head board as her body stretched out underneath him and her legs inched farther apart. She stared at him in an open challenge, “You can try. But I’m not holding out any hope.”
He smirked at her, “Really?” Then he ran his hand across her wounded thigh and her body jerked in response.
Her hands tightened on the head board as she shook her head, “Those fuckin’ cats.”
Chapter Twelve
TOC
She could actually hear her phone vibrating and it was in the other room, buried in her backpack. She had to admit, she was starting to really enjoy this “freak thing.”
“Either you shut it off or I break it in half.”
Zach was lying on his stomach, his arm thrown possessively over her naked waist, his face buried in the pillow. And clearly he was not a morning person.
Sara slipped out of bed and silently padded into the living room. She found her bag by the couch, the dog muzzle right next to it. She couldn’t help but smile as she remembered Zach having that thing on his face.
She found the phone buried, as usual, in the very bottom of her backpack. She pulled it out and quickly answered it.
“It’s Miki,” was the reply. And she knew just by the sound of her best friend’s voice that something was wrong. “You better get to the shop. The cops are here and I just saw an ambulance pulling away.”
Sara hung up the phone and moved.
The slamming door woke him up for the second time that morning. But it was the banging on the window an hour later that actually made him move.
Zach literally dragged himself up and out of bed. He sleepwalked to the window and pulled the shades open. Conall stood on the other side. Leave it to his best friend to wake him from one of those great sleeps. The kind of sleep you only get after fucking the woman you love throughout her entire house.
Zach opened the window, “What?”
“We’ve got a problem. They went after Marrec this morning.” Conall shoved Zach’s saddle bags from his bike through the window. “Get dressed. And thanks for letting us know you weren’t dead.”
Zach stared at his friend, seriously confused. Then it all returned to him. That bastard touching his female. The fight. And the falling. He remembered Conall calling his name, but not much else… except gunshots.
“I’m really sorry.” Zach pulled his jeans out of the bag. His friend didn’t answer. “But if it makes you feel any better, she put a muzzle on me last night.”
Conall started laughing then. And didn’t stop until they got to the hospital.
Sara was already there when the two men arrived. She glanced at Zach when he and Conall walked in to the room, but quickly turned back to Marrec.