Rapier (Apache County Shifters Book 3) Page 5

  “I know,” she hiccupped.

  “Figured you want to clean up before bed,” he said before turning her and giving her a light push toward the bathroom. When she didn’t move, he slapped her jean-clad ass. “Get a move on it, mate. My lion wants to play.”

  She scurried off to the bathroom, and a few minutes later, he heard the shower turn on. Not wanting to waste any more time than he had to, Rapier kicked off his shoes, pulled off his pants and shirt and got himself situated on their bed before she could reappear.

  Less than ten minutes later, she stood in the doorway between the bathroom and their room. He loved the brightly colored tattoos covering her arms and the partial lion over her heart that he could see peeking out over the rim of the wrapped towel. He also didn’t miss the worried look on her face or the whiteness of her knuckles as she clenched the towel like a shield.

  The lion inside him growled in distaste at the hesitation he could see in her hazel eyes. As nonchalantly as he could, he tucked his massive arms behind his head and schooled his features to look calm—not that he was in the least bit.

  Fuck, he wanted to rip the offending garment from her body, throw her on the bed and fuck her until neither one of them could move. “Problem, kitten?”

  Her gaze darted around the room. He’d made sure to decorate and pick out shit he remembered her liking. It was why he slept on flowered sheets under a matching comforter every night instead of a plain one. He wanted his mate to feel safe and comfortable. “We already fucked earlier. Thought it would’ve helped dissipate all your nerves from interfering with our reunion.”

  She snorted. “It’s been ten years, Rapier.”

  “And?” he asked.

  “Things have changed…my body has changed.” Her gaze dropped to the ground.

  “Yup…sure has. Your tits are bigger, which I gotta be honest with you, is a-fuckin’-okay with me, and your hips are a little wider. Didn’t seem to bother you earlier?”

  She blushed. “We were basically fully clothed, Rapier,” she reminded him.

  Throwing back the sheet, he revealed his naked body to her. “I’ve changed too.”

  Her gaze darted to his dick, taking in his Prince Albert and lorum piercings. Because he knew he’d be seeing her today, he had worn his most intimidating piece in his dick. A monster screwball ring. The fucker was massive and looked impressive on his already big dick if he did say so himself. Apparently so did his mate. Her eyes widened, and she nibbled on her lower lip. Fuck if he couldn’t stop his body’s reaction. His dick, if possible, got even harder.

  “I felt that,” she whispered.

  “Figured,” he said, his tone cocky.

  She blinked, then blinked again, licking at her lips. An image of her on her knees, and him feeding her his cock, flashed through his head.

  “Fuck, Rapier…when? Or more importantly…why?”

  “Got shit-faced one night ‘bout a year after we went our separate ways and did this. Thinking we’d both get to experience the pleasure of it once I got you back. Did you enjoy it, kitten?” he cooed.

  She blushed, but her gaze found his and held it. “I think my cum covering your cock about two seconds after you got inside of me was proof enough, daddy.”

  His dick throbbed. Fuck me…he loved his kitten’s dirty mouth and when she called him daddy.

  “Drop the towel,” he ordered, needing to reinforce his dominance over his mate.

  The white towel fluttered to the floor and before him in all her glory stood his naked mate. Her nipples had steel hoops in them, and his mouth watered to tug on them while he pounded into her little pussy. Jasmine got off on it, screaming her pleasure as her pussy fluttered around his dick. Reaching down, he palmed his dick, stroking it softly as he continued to take in her form.

  She’d added a piercing to her belly button. A lion charm with a tiny blue sapphire for its eyes hung from a short chain. His gaze dropped lower, taking in her sex. It was bare, just as he liked it. It showed off her protruding clit perfectly. Another thing about his kitten, her body and cunt might be tiny, but not her clit. It was large and juicy, and he couldn’t wait to tease it with his tongue and dick.

  His growled low and long when he saw the new tattoo right above the slit of her sex. The word Kitten was delicately inscribed on her mound. His dick throbbed in his hand and copious amounts of pre-cum leaked from the tip, lubing his dick up.

  Rapier jumped out of bed, scooped her up and dropped her back on the bed before pushing her legs open as wide as he could. Dropping down between her legs, he inhaled deeply, taking in her spicy, cinnamon scent.

  “Fuck me, kitten. Who did this?” he asked, his voice deceptively calm before leaning down to trace the beautiful script with the tip of his tongue.

  “Jenna,” she moaned, her hips jerking when his tongue touched the bundle of nerves at the top of her sex.

  “Try again…Jenna never even touched a tattoo gun in her entire life,” he growled. “Don’t fuckin’ lie to me…Who did it? Who did you let touch my pussy?”

  “Jenna did,” she cried out.

  Rapier pushed the lips of her sex apart. “Did you let anyone fuck my pussy, kitten?” He knew she’d never allow another man near her. This was his and only his, yet the lion needed confirmation no one else put his cum in her.

  “Did you let some skanky bitch have my dick?” she volleyed back.

  “Nope,” he answered. “It’s been just me and my hand for the last ten years.”

  “Same. Although occasionally I’d add in a vibrator or a dildo,” she muttered.

  Ignoring his raging hard-on, he leaned down and licked through her sex again. Her spicy cream coating his tongue was addicting. “Hope you brought that shit with you. I want a demonstration.”

  Her deep, throaty laugh had pre-cum smeared across his lower belly. “I did.” Her hands tugged his head up, so their eyes could meet. “Jenna did it. I taught her how. I knew you wouldn’t like someone else touching me.”

  “Should have waited till I was done fuckin’ you to admit that little nugget, kitten.”

  “I never want you to have any doubts,” she said, her hazel eyes filled with love.

  “Never would, kitten.” He leaned down, kissing her clit. “Still not happy about Jenna seeing my pussy.”

  Jasmine snorted. “Got news for you, big guy. Jenna got up close and personal with your pussy way before she even did this.” He frowned, wondering what the fuck she was talking about. Jasmine rolled her eyes and laughed at him. “Idiot, who do you think helped me deliver the girls?”

  “Guess I should thank her?”

  “Might be nice,” she said. “Can we talk about this later? I need you inside of me, Rapier.”

  “I’ve got a list detailing the ways I want to fuck you. I’m warnin’ you, it’s long and extensive.”

  “Mmmm,” she purred. “I know something else that’s long and extensive.”

  “And it’s been missing its pussy.” He grunted when she pushed her hand between them and captured his aching dick.

  “What are you waiting for then?” she inquired, giving his cock a healthy squeeze.

  “I want to savor you, mate…make it last. I’m afraid it’s going to be another hard and fast fuckin’, like this afternoon.”

  Jasmine licked her lips. “I love it hard and fast. We have the rest of our lives, mate. You can wine and dine me later. I’m a sure thing and right now, I just need you to fuck me.”

  He bent his head, resting it against her lower stomach. Fuck…what he’d done to deserve this woman, he’d never know. It was then that the lion, who lurked beneath his skin, made itself known. Mine. His beast wanted their mate and now. Rapier struggled to keep his lion at bay. It had been a long time since they’d taken her, and he worried in the fervor, the lion could hurt her.

  “Rapier...” Her soft voice broke through his thoughts, and he looked up at her. “What’s wrong?”

  “He wants out,” he admitted.

  “Let
him out,” she said, her features full of love and understanding.

  “He could hurt you,” he growled.

  “No, he won’t.” Her small hand lovingly caressed his face.

  Unable to hold him back anymore, he let his beast free. The sclera of his eyes were blown, taken over by the blue of his irises. His pupils were no longer round but oblong like a lion in the wild.

  Oddest fuckin’ sensation. He was there, but he wasn’t. Her scent became hotter, spicier as she bonded with the lion. When he glanced up at her, he let out a shuddered breath. Somehow in the ten years since they’d been apart, she too had learned how to merge with her panther. The sleek feline was a sight to behold when Jasmine fully shifted, but seeing her eyes, those golden orbs with the black slit of her pupils staring back at him. Damn...

  The lion growled, sniffing at their mates’ sex like the big bastard was confirming it was not a dream. Once her scent hit his olfactory, the beast dived between her spread thighs. Eating their mate like a man denied water for months.

  Jasmine yowled, digging her sharp nails into his hair. The lion didn’t stop. Instead, he sunk two blunt fingers into her tight pussy, finger fucking her. Her hips rolled, bucking the pleasure, and her body jerked. Latching onto her swollen clit, he suckled it hard, lashing it with his abrasive tongue until she screamed his name.

  Her spicy cream covered his fingers, wrist and down his arm, but he didn’t stop wanting to ring as much pleasure out of her body before he fucked her. Rapier took her from one orgasm to the next.

  Sweat dripped down his forehead, marking her flesh as her thighs quivered. Pressing a hand on her lower abdomen he pushed down, searching for her g-spot deep in her pussy. His fingers brushed over the oversensitive bundle of flesh, and she gushed.

  That had never happened before and without missing a beat, he lapped that shit right up, savoring her taste on his tongue.

  “Oh God,” she panted, her entire body quivering with her recent release. Her skin flushed a deep red. Rapier knew it was a mix of desire and the fact she squirted her release all over him and the bed.

  He didn’t give a shit. It was hot, and he’d make sure she did it every time now.

  “Beg me, kitten. Tell me how much you want and need my cock, kitten,” he said, his voice deep and rumbly, the mix of the lion and man.

  “Please…” she keened, her hands pulling on his head to try to bring his big body up and over her. “I want it…need it. Fuck me…hard.”

  Shifting, his big body loomed over her much smaller one. The first time they fucked, he’d worried about hurting her. Never to be doubted, his mate had proven on more than one occasion, it didn’t matter how small she was, she could take whatever he had to dish out. And then some. He no longer worried about hurting her.

  Leaning down, Rapier captured the right piercing of her nipple, tugging on the hoop with his teeth. Jasmine arched to him and gave a passion-filled sob. He kept her on edge as he teased a response from her. Rapier kept his weight on his left hand, while he wrapped the right one around the base of his dick, and slapped her pussy, before dropping the head down to her opening. The silver of the loop at his tip glistened with her cream. No longer able to wait, he pushed just the tip inside of her.

  Rapier hissed in pleasure. The heat of her pussy…the wetness...seared the tip and pleasure raced down his spine, settling in his balls.

  “Fuck me, daddy,” she pleaded.

  Rapier could never deny her anything. He slammed into her, and before she adjusted to his length and girth, he pulled out, slapped her clit, hard, again, then sank balls deep into the sweetest, tightest pussy in the world.

  “Wrap your arms and legs around me,” he demanded.

  He dug his fingers into her ass, knowing she’d wear his marks tomorrow. A ripple of pride rushed through him. He didn’t give a shit if no one else would see them; he would and he’d know he possessed his mate fully. Rapier rutted into her, with hard, deep thrusts.

  Jasmine grunted, arching her back, letting him sink deeper. The tip of his cock bumped against her cervix like it was seeking entrance and maybe he was. Jasmine yowled again, and he felt it, the slight fluttering of her cunt around his marauding cock.

  “Come for me, kitten. Coat daddy’s cock with it,” he demanded. “My pussy is so tight, so warm and wet.”

  “Rapier,” she cried out.

  “Let go, kitten. I got you…promise,” he said dropping his head to her delicate shoulder, his tongue lapping up the fine sheen of sweat on her skin. “Come for daddy, kitten.”

  Her entire body jerked, buckled, and she clenched so hard around him he couldn’t continue to pound her pussy as hard as he wanted. Rapier switched to shallow thrusts when her release washed over his cock, coating his balls and the mangled mess of the bed covers below them.

  “That was good. So…damn good,” he praised her, feeling her cunt ease up ever so slightly on his dick.

  Releasing his hold on her ass, he placed his hands beside her head then pushed himself up. His gaze rested where they were joined. Her cream covered his cock.

  “Fuck…yeah!” He enjoyed how she covered his dick and her scent, mixed with his, now permeated the air. “My turn.”

  Her legs wrapped around his hips, her hands on his shoulders, and she begged. “Fill me up, daddy.”

  “Plan to, kitten.”

  He jackhammered into her, knowing his release was close. The familiar tingles of his pending released raced down his spine. Three hard thrusts and his cock was spewing cum deep inside of his mate. Rapier found the mark on her neck and bit down. She screamed, her pussy spasming around him again, drawing more cum from his balls.

  Minutes or hours later, he couldn’t be sure, she was pushing at his shoulder and he pulled his still hard dick out of her pussy. She hissed, and he groaned, before rolling to gather her close.

  “I love you, kitten.” He tucked her back to his front then slipped his hand down between her legs, cupping her pussy. He loved the feeling of his cum slipping from her, knowing that he had claimed her inside and out. Today had been the first best day in ten years. He couldn’t wait to see what tomorrow brought.

  “I love you too,” she said, her voice was soft, sleepy.

  * * * *

  Jasmine jerked awake. She lay there for a moment and listened. The pounding on the front door came again, this time a bit more insistently. She reached for her mate, but only found the cold side of the bed. She frowned. He’d been relentless the night before, making it impossible for either of them to keep their hands off each other. Ten years had been way too long to not hold her mate. She’d realized it the minute he’d gathered her in his arms and allowed her to cry it out.

  The worst part of the last ten years was the fact she’d thought she’d never see him again. She thought after the night they went their separate ways, the orange and red flames turning the sky an ugly shade of violence, Raymond would erase their existence. All of them, including her daughters. Jasmine went through her days in the beginning by the minute. If she could make it five minutes, she was safe. Then hours and days. The first anniversary of their separation, she waited. She’d been so consumed with the idea of being found, she’d projected it onto everyone.

  Her depression, fear, and anxiety had her lashing out at everyone, and clinging to her babies at night, to the point she was suffocating them all. Her fear morphed into paranoia. Her life had become not an if but when. She didn’t feel safe. Any little shadow or sound had her grabbing the girls and hiding. When Jenna had finally found them, a huddled mass in the closet, the girls squalling, and her crying, she’d ripped Jasmine a new one, and she’d deserved it.

  It had forced her, for her sanity, Jenna’s and the girls, to get out of the house and seek help. She’d found it at a small domestic violence shelter in Colorado Springs. The woman, Phoebe, had listened to her intently. She’d poured her heart out, careful to not spill the biggest part of her life, Rapier. But, she’d been able to get the heaviest bits off her che
st. Phoebe had given Jasmine the tools she needed to get healthy for her children, which had been the biggest thing she wanted out of all of it. She couldn’t allow her girls to see their mom broken. It also began the long process of obtaining her degree in therapy and social work. She had to pay it forward.

  The knocking came again, and Jasmine groaned. Not even home a day and people are bothering me.

  She shouldn’t feel so put out. In the last ten years, visitors were an abnormality. She shoved the covers off and sat up. The house was unnaturally quiet. If whoever is at the fucking door wakes up my cubs... Jasmine growled as she stood. She grabbed one of Rapier’s flannel shirts out of the closet and a pair of her shorts off the floor and threw them on before heading downstairs. She buried her nose in the collar of his shirt and breathed deep. Mate. Vanilla and wild musk enveloped her, settling some of her irritation.

  After pulling her hair back, she headed downstairs. Whoever waited on the other side of the door could stand there a little longer. In fact, they deserved it. Disturbing mates sleep. The soft tones of a conversation greeted her halfway down the stairs. She came to an abrupt stop when two females she didn’t know occupied her new kitchen. At the table were all of Rapier’s brothers, including Jenna, the girls, Henry and Tate and Utah.

  Jasmine frowned. She didn’t announce her arrival, instead taking in the whole scene. The controlled chaos knocked her for a loop. The antsy edge of irritation started at her fingertips. She flexed her hands, trying to remember the coping mechanisms Phoebe had taught her. If she didn’t get it together quickly, she’d start ripping into everyone. She took a deep breath and stepped farther into the space.

  “Oh, she’s beautiful,” the shorter of the two women said. “You did good, Rapier.”

  Jasmine took a moment to study both women. They were complete opposites. The taller, leaner woman stood slightly behind the curvy woman with long, curly wheat-blonde hair. The petite lady carried herself with an air of obliviousness while the other had been content to not interfere.