She bucked against him, writhing, her claws moving in and out as she tried to toss him off and out of her body. He held her as still as he could, trying to put as little weight as possible on her hip, only forcing the issue when she grunted in pain.
“Enough!” He held her down, immobile, his body trapping hers against the mattress. His cock was now fully seated in her body, throbbing with the need to move before he exploded like a teenager with his first hot pussy. “Submit, Belle.”
“Never!” She bucked one last time, but he could see the exhaustion beginning to war with the need.
Time to end this. “Submit, my Luna.” He moved back cautiously, the smooth, silken glide of her snug passage nearly his undoing.
“I submit—” his heart jumped into his throat, “—that you’re crazy.”
He slammed his cock home, smirking as she gasped and shuddered. “Submit, Belle.” He pulled back again in a long, slow glide.
“Ah, I submit my taxes every year.”
He could feel her shoulders shaking as she grinned up at him.
He grinned back, slamming his cock home again. “Submit.” He didn’t even have the heart to growl it. He was no longer sure which of them was submitting to the other.
“I submit to a gynecological exam every year, too.”
He nipped her shoulder as he rammed into her, reveling in her sighed moan. “Submit, love.”
She looked up at him through her bangs, shocked. “What?”
He backtracked. He hadn’t meant to reveal that yet. “Submit, Luna.”
She smiled slowly, bucking back into him as he fucked into her again. “Make me. Alpha .”
With that one insolently drawled word, Rick lost control of his beast, and thanked God for it, too.
Oh my God! Belle felt Rick lose it as he began ramming his cock in and out of her wet pussy. She yowled and pushed back, trying her best to get him even deeper, not caring in the least that she sounded like a cat in heat. He bit savagely into her shoulder, once again claiming her and marking her for all to see as his. She shrieked, her orgasm nearly robbing her of breath, the Puma in her glorying in the strength of her mate.
He let go of her hands to grab at her waist, heedless of her hip, pulling her back into his thrusts like a wild man. “Submit.” His voice was deep and gravelly, like he battled his Wolf back.
She couldn’t fight him anymore. She collapsed beneath him, allowing him total access to her body.
“Mine.”
She withheld that one, final thing that would tip him over the edge, knowing it would mean all the more when she finally gave it.
He reached under her body, between her legs, and began stroking her clit, timing it to coincide with the motion of his hips. When she moaned hungrily he picked up speed. “Mine! ”
She could feel herself building up to one hell of an orgasm. She bit her lip, determined to save that one final word for when she came.
“Say it”!
“Yours!” She could barely get the word out as her body clenched around him in a climax so strong it robbed her of breath.
When he howled out his own release she couldn’t even move, so satiated with pleasure she couldn’t have said her name if her life depended on it.
All she knew was she was his.
Rick collapsed over her, too stunned to do more than pant.
Where the hell has she been all my life?
He could feel himself beginning to snarl as he remembered where, and with whom, she’d been. He took a deep, calming breath, amazed at the depth of rage in him at the thought of her with any man but him.
His Wolf mourned the fact that he hadn’t been her first. The man rejoiced in the fact that he would be her last.
“Ow.”
He headed into the bathroom without even stopping to think. He had an Ibuprofen and a glass of water in hand before he even realized he’d moved. He shook his head at himself in the mirror and chuckled.
So this is what it’s like to be pussy-whipped.
He decided not to share that little observation with Belle. She’d probably do something gruesome to him in his sleep.
He wet down a washcloth and added it to his pile to bring his hurting mate. He carried everything back into the bedroom, smiling to see her exactly as he’d left her. He put everything down on the end table but the wet washcloth. “Hold on one moment, and I’ll have you comfortable.”
“Mm-hmm.”
He would swear she purred as he gently cleaned her off. He was just glad she couldn’t see the bruises he’d left on her hips, or the multiple bite marks he’d left behind. They would heal, given a few days, but everyone would know she’d been most thoroughly claimed.
He got rid of the washcloth after cleaning himself up. Picking up the bed’s control, he pressed the button that lifted her side of the mattress.
“What the hell?” She opened her eyes and stared at the remote in his hand. “You got me the extra deluxe hospital bed?”
He shook his head. “It’s one of those beds you see on TV. I can raise your legs or back, depending on what’s most comfortable for you. Didn’t you see that the sheets are two twins?”
She blushed bright red and glared up at him sleepily.
“I mean, your face was right there.” The devil was in him tonight, it seemed. He wanted to see her all feisty again. “It’s not like you could miss it.”
He laughed when she snarled at him, swiping at him half-heartedly with her claws. “You just wait until I can feel my legs again, you bastard.”
He smirked. “That good, was I?”
She rolled her eyes as she accepted the pain pill he held out. She sipped the water, swallowing the Ibuprofen. “Uh-huh.” She sighed dramatically as she snuggled down into the bedding, her breasts jiggling under his delighted gaze. “But you know I’m the best you’ve ever had, so I think that makes us even.”
He had no intention of telling her she was right. She was smug enough as it was.
Belle listened in as Rick made a few phone calls. He thought she was asleep. She had been, up until the Ibuprofen wore off.
“Yeah, Gina tried calling last night. Like I was going to answer the phone on my mating night.” He paused, obviously listening to the person on the other end. “No, I want you to show her every aspect of the restaurant.” He sighed. “Chela, just do this for me. No, I don’t give a flying fuck what Gina thinks.”
He chuckled. “Good girl.”
Maybe I should bring a Milk-Bone for Rick’s friend. Belle tamped down the unreasonable jealousy she felt over his call to another woman.
“Just remember, Belle is in charge. Any changes she wants to make are pre-approved by me.”
What? Belle sat up slowly as what Rick was saying filtered through the haze of pain that had woken her in the first place.
She could see him slowly pacing, a slight frown on his face as he listened to whatever Chela had to say.
“Uh-huh. No, I took care of the paperwork two weeks ago.”
What paperwork? She felt her heart trip as possibilities, good and bad, ran through her mind.
“This is her dream, Chela. Help me make this happen.”
Whose dream? She was practically screaming in her mind, wondering what the hell her mate was up to.
She totally hated not knowing what was going on.
Rick froze, his gaze darting to the open bedroom door. “I’ll see you in a bit.” He hung up the phone and walked into the bedroom, his eyes turning brown as he saw her sitting up. “You should be asleep, my Luna.”
She bit back a smile. “You think I can sleep through big clumpy feet stomping around the dining room?”
He slid beneath the sheets, one hand coming to rest on her bare stomach. “I was quiet.”